The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread
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				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 22:44:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/ArtBanner.jpg)</div><br><br>Here is the main game thread for "The Art of Retribution"<br><br>Enjoy the ride.<br><br>&nbsp;&gt;:)<br><br><em>Banner created by the wonderfully talented Nile Goddess!! What a wicked mind she has!!!</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:34:50</strong>
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				It was on the flight back from Johannesburg to London as he was browsing the ArtNews magazine that Nicholas became aware of the upcoming sale of two of Claude Monet’s “Water Lilies” series. <em>Yesss!</em> He could barely contain his excitement as he reread the details. Not one but two, yes two paintings in a collection were being auctioned at Sotheby’s; one on the 21st of the month and one, to close off the auction two days later, on the 23rd.&nbsp; The 21st was only four days away! This was going to cost him a packet, probably not much change out of a hundred million, but he had been waiting for this opportunity for years. These exquisite works would soon be his! <br><br>(http://www.allforthegreatergood.com/Claude_Monet--Water_Lilies_1916.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bf/Claude_Monet_-_Water_Lilies.JPG)<br><br>Nicholas wanted to share his joy with Kelly and he imagined her fragrance, nestled beside him, eyes closed feigning sleep with that sly smile across those sensuous lips; flirting by showing off her silky legs to the maximum for his personal amusement. Unfortunately for him, the seat next to his was empty. Kelly, who he called Frances sometimes just to ruffle her cute feathers, had a full-time ‘work of love’ as curator at the St Louis Art Museum, which kept her schedule more than busy. He made special visits at least once a month to the States with various excuses, some real and some lame, but primarily just to see her. However, the great news was that she was coming over to London, staying with him for a whole two weeks and…she was scheduled to arrive less than an hour after his plane touched down in Heathrow.<br><br>He breathed deeply, savouring the moment as these wonderful events collided in his life. He picked up the phone in his armrest and made two calls. One to his personal secretary to ensure that nothing had crept into his diary for the next two weeks and the second was to a direct number within Sotheby’s.&nbsp; This was a number he used when he needed an insurance policy to secure a piece of art. The person on the other end was one who would ensure that money was slipped into appropriate pockets when needed. This same person now had another small device that he could use if all else failed; this one would, in a millisecond, black out all mobile phone connections within a radius of a hundred metres.<br><br>In time, Nicholas would know who the potential bidders were; those who had to disclose their real identity to authenticate their bona-fide for the auction. As well, he also knew many of the secret buyer IDs for those organisations that fronted for the more discrete investors.&nbsp; It was difficult, but still possible for him at least, to discover the names of the real buyers behind those proxy agents who purchased on a real buyer’s behalf. Everything was possible when you had money and connections.<br><br>His jet was due to land in two hours; he smiled the smile of a contented man. He considered life a blessing and he often thought of how terrible it must be for others at times. Take his friend James Ford for example. His life was ruined by that ex wife of his, Gianna. She was a beautiful woman there is no doubt, and James seemed to have a great life for, what was it? Around ten years? But then he must have dallied with another woman, Nicholas suspected, because it all fell apart. Gianna had threatened to drag the case through the courts with appeal after appeal, publicly airing all of his dirty laundry, claiming that it would decimate his business credibility, so he eventually capitulated and relinquished over half his estate to her. <em>A smart woman…perhaps a worthy adversary</em>…Nicholas mused.<br><br><em>No, I’m fortunate alright</em> he concluded. And tonight, he and Kelly would celebrate; firstly with food and champagne and then…well, a little taste de femme for him…his mouth began to salivate at the thought...and perhaps she would savour his own liquor? The flaps extended and the wings of his personal Lear jet gently banked in preparation for its final approach into Heathrow where the soft light of a new morning bathed the countryside.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:43:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lady Gianna Ford absently paged through a magazine on the off chance that something would tickle her fancy, something she missed. However, she knew that there really wasn’t anything else that would be auctioned off that she wanted. It was all too plain, and most of the other buyers would agree. The real prize was the pair of Monets that were being sold. It was odd though, that they be lumped with such bland other pieces.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Claude Monet was one of Gianna’s most favorite painters, so naturally, when she discovered several weeks earlier that two of his pieces were being auctioned, she decided they would be hers. They would look dazzling in her south London manor, where she had several of his other works.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her representative at the auction, her associate Gavin, was under strict instruction to bring them both home, regardless if he went over budget. No matter how much she paid for them, it was incomparable to her desire for the painting. Should Gavin feel uncomfortable in dropping such an atrocious amount of money, he had plenty of incentive to appease her. She had a little ‘talk’ with him a few days before. She had to end the conversation a little early, but she assured him that if he came back with the paintings, she would be more than happy to finish it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he was unsuccessful, he knew from her past engagement with her husband just how disappointed she could get…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She set the issue of ARTNews aside, then crossed her legs and checked her watch. It was nearly time for the auction to start. Within an hour, Gavin should have the first painting secured secured, and she would call him to ascertain so sooner than that.<br><br>If he was successful, he would be able to admire the outfit she picked for the day. If he failed, it would be that much more agonizing for him. She wore a black, high collared blouse with the top buttons unbuttoned; revealing a brown, creamy patch of skin and an ample amount of her large bosom nestled within a lace bra. A matching skirt clung very close to her curvy hips, also very short to compliment her long legs, clad in dark stockings.<br><br>Gianna smiled to herself. It was going to be a good day.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 17:23:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Kelly peered out the small window of the public jet airliner from her seat in first class. There was that familiar smile on her face while she scanned the edges of the London airport building. It had many large windows but they were tinted, so no matter how hard she tried to spy Nicholas inside the building all she could see was the morning sun brilliantly reflecting back. The plane had just landed and was rolling along to dock, and for the first time ever she realized she had butterflies in her stomach. Nicholas always knew how to put those beauties to flight and make her feel like she was floating, but that was while in his presence. This time they were madly fluttering about and she had not even seen him yet! It had been nearly a month since she had been in his arms. Kelly had a feeling that she was falling for him. She was not like other girls who embraced the fall and wanted to get married within a few months, or weeks, of playing around. No, she fought the fall like a woman clinging to her last dying breath. But Nicholas was different. She really enjoyed being with him when he found time to visit the states. Of course she would never admit this to him. He was too rich to fancy a girl like Kelly unless it was only for sex.<br><br>Which was fine too. Kelly could be such a whore for him sometimes.<br><br>“Miss Frances Clark, will you need help with your carry-on bag?”<br><br>Kelly jolted out of her trance and found a young airplane custodian offering his help; the plane had finally docked. He was quit cute, and Kelly had a weakness for flirting. It must have been a habit Nicholas picked up on when they first met, because no matter how angry she was with him, he wouldn’t stop teasing her.<br><br>“Please call me Kelly, and no thank you… I believe I can get it down.” Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to rise out of the seat, giving the young boy an ample view of her sensuous cleavage. She was blond-headed, so it was easy to play the helpless innocent. Her curvy hip bumped against the custodian’s thigh as she stepped into the aisle and turned to look up over the seat at the luggage compartment. While reaching upwards for her small bag the thin blouse tugged against her back, exposing the well defined slope of her tight ass and lovely legs. After working with the task, she finally pulled the bag out.<br><br>With eyes that had just tasted candy the custodian grinned and took the small bag from her anyways. “At least allow me to carry it off the plane for you, Miss Kelly.”<br><br>Kelly almost blushed. “It is not necessary. I can carry it. It is pretty small.” She had packed light, knowing that she would spend most of the two weeks naked with Nicholas. Kelly took the bag back and moved passed the custodian, eager to get into the airport and to find her love interest. </span> <br>
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				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 07:45:40</strong>
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				She walked through from the Heathrow customs check looking fresh, lithe and with a smile that even a customs official would have to reciprocate. The short skirt swayed with her hips as she spied Nicholas who stood at the gate waiting with a rose in his hand, his head tilted sideways and an uncontained smile at seeing Kelly again. Dropping her small bag she ran and jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around him as he lifted her into the air.<br><br>Every time they met it seemed that Nicholas felt more attached. He had never been this close to a person before…she belonged with him. This was going to be a marvellous two weeks…he had great plans that were to begin from that moment. First a limo ride to his estate and then…<br><br>It seemed that time flew by during the next four days; there was dinner that night on the terrace, followed by what could only be described as three days of unrelenting love making. It became an introduction to life together for each of them…for partners who had been apart for too long…a physiological need for each other that required immediate satisfaction…a need played out with more than the usual passion displayed during their sexual exploits.<br><br>Kelly fulfilled all of Nicholas’ needs, except for some which lingered in the dark recesses of his mind and which he kept firmly locked away. He worked hard to keep these thoughts from encroaching upon the present for fear that they would somehow mar their relationship. He wasn’t going to risk this…not for anything in the world.<br><br>The auction day came sooner than he realised. A phone call here and there ensured that everything was on track. He had discovered that Gianna Ford was a bidder and was pleased in a way that he had had the chance to quash her opportunity and steal the prizes from under her nose.&nbsp; It had been easy for his aids to discover and use a gambling debt to remove Gavin, Gianna’s bidding agent, from the equation.&nbsp; Under instructions, Gavin would phone her and tell her that he had secured both paintings over the three days.&nbsp; He then caught a plane to South Africa to work in a hotel owned by Nicholas, all his debts paid in full.&nbsp; This would keep Gianna at bay while the arrangements were made.&nbsp; Settlement of the payment and delivery of the paintings would normally take a week so this became simple to execute…and Nicholas enjoyed every moment, hardly able to contain his glee at the thought of Gianna's imminent fury.<br><br>When the phone rested back on the table, Nicholas breathed in a sigh of pure contentment. He had the paintings secured. <em>Fuck you Gianna!</em><br><br>"Frances! Where are you?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 07:32:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna frowned as the line failed to connect once again, sending her straight to an automated voicemail. It had been several days since Gavin assured her the two Monet’s were in his possession. The cost had been substantial, but it was of no concern to her, as she had two much desired paintings within her hands. That was all that mattered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, when the time came for Gavin to deliver them, he never showed. The man rarely ran late, but he had a few moments, so she was willing to wait a while longer. Now stretching two days, her patience had worn thin. If Gavin wished to collect on his reward, he had better walk straight through her door with the paintings, or his reward would be as good as a punishment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she was unable to reach him, she knew something was wrong. So she made another call, this one to a few of her more shady contacts, and then waited for the results. There wasn’t anyone in the world, let alone a man, who would keep her waiting.<br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was furious. Not only was Gavin nowhere to be found, but she discovered that the paintings had been bought by someone else! She knew Gavin had a hand in it, because there was no way he could have been negligent enough to let that happens. The only explanation was that he stabbed her in the back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But she also knew that Gavin lacked the motivation. In fact, he had plenty of motivation to do <em>her</em> bidding exactly as she wanted. No, there was someone else involved, someone that paid him a lot of money to let the paintings slip away. Whoever that was also had <em>her</em> paintings, and she was going to find them and make them pay.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 11:24:41</strong>
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				Nicholas sat in his dressing gown, legs crossed with his laptop resting in front of him and a triangle of toast hanging out of his mouth as he closed the lid. A gentle summer breeze wafted up from the expansive, lush gardens that began below the verandah and extended to the distant manicured hedgerow. The mornings were fresh and the breeze pleasant as it drifted up his legs and found a path to his recently overworked groin. He couldn't help but provide some guidance by uncrossing his legs and opening his thighs.<br><br>The effect was soothing at first and progressed, as his mind began to focus on the subject, into a little excitement; a twitch here, a little growth movement there, of his ample manhood.<em> I thought you would have needed a little rest after this last few days, you randy sod!</em> Unfortunately his appetite wasn't to be sated yet. Kelly was still taking her shower while he had been making the calls this morning that confirmed his purchase of the prize paintings.<br><br>He felt well rested despite his and Kelly's sexual gymnastics. He had been right to put his trust in her from the beginning. Her flirtatious manner turned him on beyond belief, creating wild imagery in his mind that fueled ever more drive. Still there was better to come...he knew that he would try more and different techniques...she seemed to relish everything that he put to her.&nbsp; But he wanted to take his time...there was a pleasure in subtlety that he enjoyed.&nbsp; Toying with her physically and mentally was one of life's current joys, and of course it was reciprocal.&nbsp; She just knew how to wiggle and glance, pout and bend...all seemingly unconsciously and yet he knew it was a deliberate act that she performed for his benefit. <br><br>His mobile phone began to vibrate in the pocket of his gown and it gave him a start; it was lodged tight against his genitals. He was in two minds whether to answer or simply let it ring off, so to speak, but he wasn't going to waste any sperm...after all, Kelly had become greedily obsessed by the taste...and besides, only a few people had this number.&nbsp; He pressed the answer key and just listened, as was his custom.<br><br>It wasn't good news this time...but what the hell. Someone at Sotheby's had leaked that Nicholas was the buyer of the Monets to a Times journalist. It would be all over the tabloids in hours, literally, and that would mean that Gianna Ford would know even sooner. <em>Damn!</em>&nbsp; Still...it was all in the past now...the bird had flown and he had the gorgeous prize...and Kelly! What a wonderful day it was.<br><br><em>Frances! Are you coming down for breakfast? Come as you are dear...no need to dress!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 20:50:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah, Nicholas, you’ve made a very costly mistake,” Gianna muttered to herself as she closed her phone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t hard for her associates to discover what transpired at the auction house. Even though certain information was meant to be kept private, a few hundred pounds in the pocket of the storeroom manager was more than enough to find out how the paintings were being shipped to their buyer. When they had the company name, they handsomely paid one of the administrators, and a familiar name was reveled.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nicholas was an old friend of her ex-husband, one she didn’t mind staring at when things got boring. He had a rather dreadful attitude, at least for her taste, which is why she never bothered to pursue him other than eye candy. This lead to him being something of a fly, always buzzing in and providing an irritation for her, only the fact that he managed to dupe her with the paintings felt like a slap in the face. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna was very prepared to make a series of calls and ruin his life. It wouldn’t have been hard, and within a few months, she could have ground him into the floor with her foot. But the truth was that she was so furious, she wanted him to truly suffer, but didn’t know how. It seemed like everything she could think of wasn’t enough to punish and humiliate him. She wanted to drag him through the mud for the whole world to see, for him to admit that she was so much better than him…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;…and a devious thought struck her. Why <em>couldn’t</em> she do that? There was nothing stopping her, and she had done far worse things in the past. She laughed suddenly as it all fell into place. She could get the paintings back and humiliate Nick in the process.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She quickly turned and strode down the hall, moving towards her computer. She had quite a bit of shopping and planning to do. As it was right now, she didn’t have nearly enough kinky toys. But how to draw Nicholas in? No doubt after his little stunt, he would love the chance to face her down. It was part of the thrill. Easy enough. Every year, she held a charity auction as a fundraiser. Nicholas probably wouldn’t mind if an invitation slipped into his mail.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna chuckled again, feeling much better about everything with her revenge steadily approaching.
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				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 17:22:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Kelly flung herself into Nicholas’ arms like there was nothing to lose. Her hips bucked above his and both legs lifted from the polished floor of the airport to lock heels behind his back. Both arms hugged his neck tightly; a gifted rose romantically held in one hand. When her lips pressed against his mouth for a kiss they were still smiling wide. She couldn’t help but smile big and bright. She was finally with Nicholas, and it was no lie how long and dry the month had been without seeing his face every day. Even the paintings decorating the halls of the St Louis Art Museum had lost their glow for the Curator; knowing that Nicholas was thousands of miles away across a global sea. How she felt right now in his arms was incomparable to the joy she felt when admiring her favorite paintings or sculptures. Nothing could take her admiration for him away; the happiness he gave her could not be replaced it seemed.<br><br>Her shiny shoes eventually found their place back upon the floor with delicate ‘clicks’ from those high spikes. They were apple red, and her toes that were clearly visible had a metallic shine to the red toenail polish too. Her arms fell from his neck down his shoulders, under his own arms, only to lock behind his back in another hugged embrace. Kelly was oblivious to the occasional airport customer who happened to catch the two in their elaborate greet. It was as if it was a scene straight off the Hollywood screen where two lovers finally embraced each other after years and years of turmoil, brought on by the separation of distance. It was beautiful the way Nicholas held her in his arms, and even more beautiful when he happily smiled and kissed her back with a hungry appetite that equaled her flooded eagerness.<br><br>Together they walked to the vehicle and Kelly became engrossed with her single rose. It was countless how many times she raised it to her nose to smell the soft fragrance while Nicholas led the way to his limo. It was easy for Kelly to appreciate the fine things in life; a painting, a great looking man, a rose.<br><br>While in the limo they sat relatively too far away from each other for her taste, but she made up for it. They sat across from each other in the luxury of the vehicle and Kelly allowed her skirt to rise inches up the side of her thigh to reveal miles of her creamy leg. If her legs wouldn’t have been crossed Nick could have probably seen the thin, triangle patch of burgundy thongs covering the shaved flesh of her sex. Kelly used to never wear thongs until she had met Nicholas. It was just one little piece of evidence of how Nick had helped Kelly open the door to flights of sexual freedom within herself. With him, there was always something new to sexually explore. He knew how to coax her into positions she would have never dreamed of doing. First it was missionary for starters, then it was the classic rock-and-roll, then the saucy spoon, and let’s not forget all the oral excitement! Last time they were together Nicholas tried talking her into doggy style…and he succeeded. It was one of the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced.<br><br>The toe of her apple red heel snuck under the hem of his pants leg while the limo rolled down the streets, and she pulled it up enough to rub the spiked heel against his ankle. He ought to know that he could take her right there in the privacy of the car before they even reached their destination, but she knew he wouldn’t. Nicholas was like that. He loved to let her excitement build before eating the desert. He told her over and over ‘some things are worth waiting for’ and ‘the longer the tease the sweeter the release.’ As she looked into his eyes she could tell he had wonderful things planned for the both of them. It was going to be a great vacation.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><em>”Frances! Are you coming down for breakfast? Come as you are dear…no need to dress!”</em><br><br>Kelly bit down on her toothbrush and rolled her eyes. It had been a couple days now, and despite all the wild lovemaking he still insisted on using <em>Frances</em> sometimes. <em>That is alright</em> she thought to herself <em>I bet some teeth grazing and nibbling upon his manhood will jolt the name from out of his vocabulary!</em>.<br><br>She finished brushing her teeth and put the toothbrush away. The mirror was almost fogged over by the hot shower she took this morning. Even the air in the bathroom was heavy with moisture…almost like a sauna. Just the way she liked it too! Kelly had a secret fetish for bathrooms. It was her favorite part of any house; that is, if the bathroom was immaculate in design and cleanliness. The way a person kept their bathroom, in style, design, and products, said a lot about what kind of person they were. And needless to say, like two peas in a pod, Kelly loved everything she had seen about Nicholas so far. With no children and being independent, she had plenty of time to pamper herself properly, and she made no exceptions while visiting Nick.<br><br>Already wearing a sexy robe, she crisscrossed the sides over her naked breasts and lazily tied the belt once to keep the material in place. It was a satiny pink color, and the sheer transparency of the fabric made light absorb into its fibers, towards the ivory tone of her flesh. The robe hugged the slopes of her body like a gentle breeze sweeping over the contours of a spring hill. Because it was see-through, there was nothing hiding from the eyes that already knew what was there. The darker tones of her areoles were vibrant enough that shades were visibly made out through the fabric, though not enough to allow eyes to touch a mouthful of naked nipples. Those cute freckles in star constellation formation of Cygnus the Swan could be seen through the material of the robe on her left shoulder too, and the seductive line of her pussy lips which Nicholas had already stretched and worn away were visible if one stared long enough through the sheer robe.<br><br>Kelly came out of the bathroom and down the flight of stairs to wear Nicholas sat eating his toast. She smiled at him, “My friends back home at the Saint Louise Art Museum sent me a text last night. They said that two of Monet’s paintings were auctioned off and bought by the same person. Can you imagine possessing <em>two</em> of Monet’s works of art?” She slipped into his lap, forcing him to put his laptop aside. Her body was fresh and lovely, with many places where cum could explode upon. She kissed his mouth. “Monet has got to be one of my favorite painters of all time Nicholas. Those scenes he painted of his daughter’s garden – with the arched bridge over the pond of lilies – are exquisite. The owner who bought those two paintings at auction a couple days ago must be very proud of their purchase no matter the price. Even if it was an outrageous price, those paintings are priceless.”<br><br>She slipped her hand down to find his groin between the folds of his dressing gown and began to play with it. As if she had lost interest in the matter of subject she quickly changed the process of thought – though with a flirtatious technique. “And this, my love, is a work of art too!” She affectionately gave his sac a squeeze and felt his shaft twitch with her wrist. “Mmm…I have a hungry appetite this morning. I hope you have enough to quench my thirst, especially after last night?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 03:13:20</strong>
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				When Kelly came out on to the verandah, Nicholas’ eyes followed each step as her short, translucent dressing gown billowed and caressed her divine body. She was flirting with him yet again!<br>&nbsp;<br>“Hello Fr...Kelly dear...tea and crumpet, darling or would you prefer something a little stiffer?” he chuckled as he tried to hide behind his piece of toast.<br><br>He couldn’t help but smile at his good fortune and had willingly accepted that he had become infatuated with her in every way.&nbsp; They had barely left each other alone since the two of them met at the airport, now just a few days ago, but seeming like weeks for they had had very little sleep.<br><br>Their companionship and lovemaking had been nothing short of spectacular; their experimenting with different sexual positions had reached new heights and grew more adventurous each time, Kelly seemed to love every daring addition to their repertoire. Her flirtatious nature fuelled his appetite and she made sure that he was almost drooling before she let him off his metaphorical leash. It was amazing that she thought that it was he who had the experience and led her along, but in actual fact that wasn’t really true. Sure, he suggested new ways to enhance their libido, move towards more risqué positions; it was a natural progression but perhaps it was more a release of inhibitions that created the opportunities that he suggested. Whatever the case, he was delving where he had never gone before and certainly, with Kelly, it was like nothing he had previously experienced. <br><br>Looking back on last night, he might have been the one to suggest taking her from behind but she had certainly enhanced the moment by eagerly spreading her knees, arching incredibly and wiggling her cheeks like a rabbit on heat! As he recalled, after he had pumped his semen into her and inexplicably pulled out early, a last stream of warm fluid squirted the length of her back and across her rear. This elicited a soft purr from her throat followed by an impromptu and infectious giggle which made Nicholas immediately want to hold her and by doing so, his semen spread comprehensively across her skin as well as his chest and groin.<br><br>This was when Kelly developed a taste it seems. Nicholas was pushed back on his haunches as Kelly began to lick the semen from his skin, working her way down towards his groin. But there at breakfast he felt she wanted to tap the ‘sauce’ directly...and let his robe slide open to provide her with a view of the pumping station.&nbsp; Breakfast for Kelly was to be mouthfilling to say the very least!<br><br>The mention of the Monets started Nicholas thinking. That morning he would take Kelly for a ride...a helicopter ride to be precise. He had learned to fly in his teens in South Africa and had kept his flying hours up to date ever since. It was yet another pleasure in life that he took for granted and thought nothing of jumping in and tearing off somewhere on a whim.<em> My god but she’s sucking my dick like there’s no tomorrow. Aaaaaagh! Mercy!! </em> His body shook as he discharged his weapon, the hot river of fluid squirting up through his shaft and down into the back of Kelly’s throat.&nbsp; His hands held her head gently but firmly, her blue eyes looking up at his own watching for and seeing signs of his spasming climax, until his tensions ultimately subsided.<br><br>“Oh fuck...but that was good” he managed between breaths. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Kelly who now seemed to be in a world of pleasure, showing him the cum in her mouth before running it around with her tongue, savouring the taste, and eventually swallowing and licking her still smiling lips.<br><br>“Get dressed my girl! I’m taking you for a ride...be ready in five minutes. We are going to see some paintings!”<br>------------<br>Twenty minutes later they were in the air and flying at 1200ft across the outskirts of London. Nicholas was at the controls and talking like a travel guide, showing Kelly all of the sights as they made their way following the Thames River into the heart of the city. The air was clear and he interrupted his monologue to speak to air traffic control and obtain permission to land on the helipad on the roof of Sotheby’s auction rooms.<br><br>Nicholas had not mentioned which paintings they were going to see, letting Kelly believe that they were going to the Tate Gallery or similar. The fact that they had landed on Sotheby’s roof must have alerted some spark in Kelly’s mind for she looked across with a face of disbelief, incredulity and utter excitement. <em>She’s guessed!&nbsp; The clever girl!</em><br><br>They made their way down from the roof to the lifts and down to the basement where they were escorted to where the Monets stood, guarded by four security men. Nicholas led Kelly by her trembling hand to stand in front of the pictures. “Now you know who has them!” He laughed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder while she stared, speechless at the works of art. “And I promise you now...no, I swear to you on my life...they will remain with us forever. Forever! They are a symbol of the beginning of our life together, don’t you agree?”<br><br>"Well Frances? Are you in shock?” His laugh rang through the basement like a challenge to the gods.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 03:32:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna could scarcely contain her glee.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had spent a small fortune in the last 48 hours, browsing through online catalogues of fetish gear and toys. Now thanks to her status and some more cash, it was all rush delivered to her private lakeside manor. It was impossible to keep the smile off her face as her staff carried in boxes and boxes of all sorts of erotic things.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her lakeside manor was going through something of a redecoration. The lowest floor and basement would now house all of her new toys, while the top floor still retained her room and lounges.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She could not simply wait for her plan to take action. The charity auction had been prepared, and the invitations had since been sent out. She made sure Nicholas would get one, although it would obviously be made to look like a mistake. It would be a hundred years before she would invite him or any of her ex-husband's associates to one of her parties, with the exception of tonight. Still, it wasn’t happening fast enough, and she wanted to try out some of her new toys and techniques she had learned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So, the misfortune befell upon Clarice, her French maid that dutifully minded the manor. She spoke English fluently enough, but was quite confused when her mistress called her into a room with a box full of rope. Gianna had presented very little choice to the woman; either accept the new terms of a contract, or lose the job altogether. Since her service was all she had, Clarice had no choice but to accept, and within half an hour, the maid was naked, wearing an elaborate rope harness that coiled tightly around her body, pinching her large breasts at the base. Two ropes also ran between her legs and buttocks, forming a cruel thong that agonizingly stimulated her clitoris with each step. To top it off, her elbows were tied tightly together behind her back, and she was made to wear a bright pink harnessed ball gag.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now Clarice,” Gianna had said to her bewildered and frightened maid. “You will dust the entire manor in this attire, and if inspection fails, you will do <em>all</em> of your tasks like this.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had left the maid to furiously begin dusting with a feather brush, awkwardly with her arms half bound behind her, whimpering as the rope aroused her incessantly, and sometimes painfully. Her gown for the evening was a &nbsp;black taffeta (http://www.sungboutiquela.com/black-tafetta-evening-dress-with-bolero-pi-1182.html?pPIMGID=2) with a matching bolero. With her black hair in a tight bun, she looked very formal, not to mention strict. Smiles would have to be passed though, and she would have to maintain her charade when inevitably approached by Nicholas. As much as it was against her, she had to let him think he won, at least for the next few hours. Then he would realize just how much he lost, and would stand to lose.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna climbed into her limousine, and departed for the banquet hall where the charity auction would be held. It was going to be a very interesting night.
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				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 21:16:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Five minutes?!</em><br><br>Kelly’s eyes grew large at the sides, widening in wonderment of where he could possibly want to take her. She pressed her lips into a thin line and poked her tongue between them to give their rosy essence a good, clean wipe. Nicholas’ seed was very tasty. They always said that cum had a taste you must acquire in order to enjoy the gooey globs, but Kelly found it as a taste she quickly adored. There was a thrill in pushing his cock deep into her mouth and suckling it, and a thrill in pumping the shaft with her sucking cheeks. Her lips always pressed firmly around the member like a rubber ring around a pipe, water-tight and livingly snug. Her tongue danced along the perfect ridge of the head and traced the textured contours of his hardness. It was mesmerizing to lick and love the rigid shaft. Kelly worked him like a maid at the pumping well, always watching his face with her vivid eyes for tell-tale signs of pleasure spots and favored methods. Her head bobbed between his thighs in a consistent pace, and while it was not bobbing, her hands were running along its length as his balls were sucked into her glistening mouth. Kelly was vocal about her fascination too, because she mewed over his cock and purred in tune to his words and sounds of pleasure.<br><br>His cum was not wasted, because she swallowed as much of it as she could. It was her reward for a job well done… and it was a pleasure to bring satisfaction to Nicholas.<br><br>Kelly shifted her legs from underneath and stood up from the floor, bringing the discarded robe with her. She smiled brightly at him while fixing the sheer material back over her nude form. It was quickly crisscrossed over her breasts and lazily tied off around the waist. She bent over; felt a drift of air spike under the medium-length material and tease her curvy cheeked ass. Kelly kissed his lips with a light peck, “Five minutes is all I will need, love.” She grabbed a slice of triangle shaped toast from his plate and pinned it between her white teeth and left, leaving him with the mystery of where he wanted to take her.<br><br>Some girls may have demanded to know their destination, because how can you properly dress for an occasion if you do not know what kind of occasion it will be? Kelly was not like that though. She was adventurous and enjoyed Nicholas’ surprises. Besides, she trusted him to not take her somewhere that she was not properly attired for. If it would have been important, something out of the norm, he would have said so.<br><br>A blue haltered Organza brand cocktail dress was her pick for the day. She was not sure where Nicholas was taking her, but wherever it was, she would be looking fresh and sexy for him. It matched her eye color too, and with her hair hanging free in a blond shine, it would enhance her body from all angles. Her shoes were silver with a matching sheen, and they had just enough heels to give justice to her apple bottom ass. Every girl took pride in how fast they could get ready and still look sexy afterwards. Kelly may have pushed Nicholas’ time boundary by a minute or two, but not by much.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>When Nicholas led her to the Monet paintings she was more than shocked. The plane ride, itself, was spectacular and lovely. She enjoyed every minute up there in the sky with him! But now that she was standing in front of two amazing paintings that will forever stand and be considered as a beacon of artistic beauty for nations around the globe, Kelly had truly taken a trip on top of the world. She started to say something twice but became stumbled by her dumbstruck mind. Here she was looking at authentic paintings from Monet’s hand and there was not even an inch of security glass between her and the paint strokes. Three times she took her eyes off the paintings to look at Nicholas, but only quickly. Her jaw couldn’t close, and her eyes kept on asking him if these were really his. Finally she laughed, humored by her own reaction, because laughing was about the only voice she could find right now.<br><br>She took a nervous step towards the paintings before realizing that the guards would not stop her. The owner was here, Nicholas DeBeers, and they would not push back a lady who accompanied him. She bent forward like an inspector and began to examine the first painting…<em>Yep! It was the real thing!</em> Turning around she found his arms in a hug and she laughed out loud to this exquisite surprise, and smiled the biggest smile he had ever seen cross her face. His words were promising; <em>I swear to you on my life they will remain with us forever! A symbol of the beginning of our life together.</em><br><br>“Oh Nicholas of course I am shocked! This is the best surprise I have ever experienced. I wouldn’t have imagined in all of my wildest imaginations that you were the one who bought these paintings. I must have sounded like a fool to you at breakfast this morning…” she chuckled and held his hand tight as his other hand draped around her bare shoulder. “You must have spent so much money…there would have been hundreds of people, rich people, trying to buy these paintings at the auction. You are so amazing. And you make me so happy!” Kelly pulled Nicholas closer so that she could embrace him in a grand hug.&nbsp; <br></span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Bluehalterdress.jpg)</td><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/Silverheels.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 02:02:38</strong>
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				It was all very well owning seriously valuable paintings but there was more than the initial asking price to cover. Nicholas knew very well the chance that these two paintings could well become a target for thieves so he took additional precautions. <br><br>"These paintings are to be delivered to this address, ok? I want you to deliver them both this afternoon at 2pm sharp. In a week's time you will be picking them up and then taking them here, to my house. Naturally, I want absolute cover all the while. At least two additional vans with riders to go in different directions at the pick-up. Any questions?" Nicholas handed the head security guy a piece of paper with the two addresses and there was an acknowledgement that his instructions would be carried out. He knew that they would be safe...the company employed ex SAS commandos and paid them very well.<br><br>--------------------------------------------<br><br>The next few days became a blur...out to shows in Shaftsbury Avenue; wining and dining at Claridges, Gordon Ramsay's Michelin starred restaurant; late nights begat late mornings and sleeping was interrupted by continual bouts of lovemaking. Nicholas never tired of sampling Kelly's delights, their bodies moist and crusty with each other's drying juice provided a wonderful base for tasting caviar. Nicholas had found that when he put tiny spoons of the Beluga roe on various and intimate parts of Kelly's anatomy they both enjoyed a sensual explosion as he slowly and meticulously licked the eggs off...especially from between her lower lips.<br><br>One of the days was memorable for another reason. A messenger arrived unannounced with a personal delivery for Nicholas. She was young and suited up in a dark blue uniform that immediately gave away her employer. As soon as she walked into the hallway, Nicholas knew that she belonged to Gianna. There was something sexually robotic about her that Nicholas couldn't quite put his finger on. He almost imagined her as some kind of sex slave. <em>Now why would that thought enter my mind?</em><br><br>"I have a message from my lady Gianna Ford, Sir " she announced, standing ramrod straight and thrusting her ample but tightly encased chest out proudly. Kelly poked her head around the corner of the doorway at this point and Nicholas raised his eyebrows turning her way in a conspiratorial show of contained amusement.&nbsp; He had enlightened Kelly as to his devious but successful ploy in outsmarting Gianna for the paintings and she smiled wickedly in return.<br><br>"What's the message then?"<br><br>"She has asked if you would give her the pleasure of your company at the Autumn Charity Auction on Friday night.&nbsp; She said that since you are so adept at winning auctions, you may like to help her raise money at her Children's Hospital gala event, Sir.&nbsp; Those were her words, Sir".<br><br>"Well now, what a lovely offer.&nbsp; How could I refuse?" Nicholas winked across at Kelly who could hardly contain her stifled giggles. "Tell the lady Ford that we gladly accept. Kelly and I will both look forward to attending the auction. Perhaps we can steal a bargain eh?&nbsp; Will there be any Monet's going ask her?" Nicholas' smile broke into a laugh as the girl left, blushing slightly and&nbsp; leaving behind an envelope with the details.<br><br>--------------------------------------------<br>Friday came around quickly. The day had begun with Kelly flitting around and panicking about not having anything to wear and something about hair so Nicholas had sent her off with his chauffer into town. She seemed pleased with this idea and that was the last he saw of her until late in the afternoon. <br><br>When she came down the stairs, Nicholas was stunned by her beauty. Again, her beauty was turned into sexual teasing as her leg pushed through the slit in her long gown and she beamed at Nicholas' apparent paralysis. The limousine arrived ahead of time and took them into town and to the London Hilton where the event was being held. Nicholas usually used his own driver and he thought it somewhat odd that Lady Ford had organised a car for them. Still, it was very comfortable and a glass of champagne was offered on route.<br><br>The usual red carpet was laid out on their arrival but they deftly avoided both that and the accompanying paparazzi; Nicholas was not one for tabloid publicity. With Kelly beautifully decorating his arm, they entered the large gathering...waiters hovering with trays of champagne and caviar canapes. Kelly and Nicholas exchanged knowing smiles as they each took one of the biscuits topped with Beluga. Kelly's exaggerated licking of the caviar had them both giggling. Their jollity was broken when Nicholas saw Gianna threading her way towards them from across the room. <em>My god she looks horny in black...the black widow!...but just look at those tits!</em><br><br>"Here comes Gianna! Ah...hello Gianna, it's so lovely of you to invite us. You haven't met my friend Kelly...Kelly, this is our host, Gianna Ford...one of the most generous ladies you'll ever meet." <em>Damned generous in her bra size...hell!</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 20:03:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hm, Nicholas…I wasn’t aware your name was still on my guest lists,” Gianna said with boredom. It was the same tone she might use to comment that a bug was crawling up her leg. “It appears that I’ll have some spots open in my secretarial department tomorrow.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite his date, he didn’t hide the fact he was staring at her breasts. Her taffeta kept her prominent chest up and perky, with plenty of cleavage to get lost in. It didn’t help she wore a &nbsp;thick choker (http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/3fine-design-freshwater-pearl-choker-and-earrings-tracy-behrends.jpg) of many pearls that attracted the eyes lower. But let him drink in the sights. He would be getting more than his fill of them within a few short hours.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced at the blond slut hanging off his arm, but didn’t offer her so much as a greeting or smile. He may as well had not introduced her at all. It wasn’t surprising that Nicholas was having sexual relations with a girl twenty years his younger, though for once, she didn’t blame him. Gianna enjoyed the young studs that tried for her attention, and even the occasional female. Most of her prey was interns in her businesses, looking for the leg up with a promotion. Usually, it was her legs that ended going up, but the results were the same. They were full of energy and vigor, and never turned down the chance for a quick one when she was feeling it, regardless of the time of day.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she finally did smile, it was at Nicholas with cold ruby lips. “I’m glad you saw fit to invite your pet along with you. Normally, I’d insist you keep her on a leash, but for an old <em>friend</em> I suppose I’ll let her roam free. Just make sure she doesn’t hump any legs while she’s here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna swept away in her black dress with the last word, her head and chest held high. Nicholas’s flings were usually short, but nevertheless, she had to do away with his little slut. If he were to disappear during the party, air-headed or not, she would notice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she mingled with guests she liked only marginally better than Nicholas herself, a thought came to her. Why go through all the trouble just to distract a girl? It would be far easier to simply scoop her up as well. Nicholas was the one she was after, but everything he owned would soon be hers…including that blond slut. She was a sweet coat of sugar to the whole deal.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she had a moment to spare, she spoke with one of her waitresses. All of them wore a formal, tight little outfit, complete with a black vest and bow tie. Since she had already done away with Clarice’s normal uniform, she decided she would have to introduce new outfits for the rest of her crews as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Prepare two glasses instead of one, and make sure Nicholas and his tart receive them.”
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				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 18:14:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was something to be said about the expensive caviar; not only was it a delicacy enjoyed by the wealthy, but it was Kelly’s first time ever tasting any. Nicholas found many other uses for the roe, too. She found herself lying on her back with spoonfuls being dropped upon her tits and then licked clean, and some smeared along her sex with a butter knife before writhing in the pleasure of Nicholas’ tongue lapping it up. Before too long it was her turn, and the beluga caviar was dripped along his dick and smeared over with her hands. She teased him by running her tongue slowly up and down his entire length, including his balls, and licked up the expensive delicacy with time. They both shared more than a few French kisses too, with the lingering taste of soft caviar upon each other’s buds. Nicholas’ beluga caviar was a rich black in color, so there was something exotic seeing the roe spread over their pale skin.<br><br>At Gianna’s party the now familiar delicacy was spread out in canapé morsels. The beluga caviar was smeared along oval-shaped stale bread that had been sautéed in spices. Kelly was quick to pick her out a few of these finger-foods and play a game of tease with Nicholas while surrounded by so many strangers. She didn’t really care if anyone saw her tilt the bread and use her tongue to lick the caviar off as if she were traditionally eating an Oreo cookie. Nothing would be happening the way it was happening if it weren’t for Nicholas. She wouldn’t have found reason to take a vacation from her job if Nick had never stepped into her life. She would still be the same boring tour guide from America, pretending to be living up a dream. So everything she did was for him, because she adored him that much so! The way she smiled her pretty eyes at him, the manner in which she ate her finger food, the way she writhed her hips against him when given the chance, and the pretty dress she wore was all for him. Yes, even that vibrant dress of red satin (http://www.dressale.com/images/large/4/24664.jpg) was picked out with Nicholas in mind. The slit up the bottom was perfect for her stunning legs, and the wrapped style hugging her rib cage snuggled into her taunt stomach. It was especially generous of the clothing store to re-measure the halter top and adjust it just right too, so that her breasts, that were a bit larger than what the dress was made for, fit perfect into the no-bra support of the flattering halter.<br><br>Now despite Nicholas’ hidden jests of humor, and not so hidden acts of competing humor, directed towards this lady-figure he called Gianna, Kelly’s opinion about the woman suddenly spiked when she noticed a secondary kind of caviar canapé upon the table that she had never seen before. It was golden in color, as if someone had coated small peas with a sugary glaze, and was served upon small tuffs of round bread. Nicholas had just got done telling her it was golden roe of sterlet sturgeon, and how it was the royal choice of fourth century Czars that had almost been fished to extinction, when he noticed the prime hostess, Gianna Ford, making her way towards them. Before she neared too close, Kelly stole a quick bite of the new caviar, greedy to discover how it tasted.<br><br>A glance over her finger food towards Gianna kind of knocked her off that tentative balance of confidence, and put that spiked opinion of favor upon wobbling stilts. First off, the woman brought an air of superiority with her, and was so confident in her own stature that no part of her curvaceous figure seemed displaced. One found their attention drawn towards provocative places with the help of purposefully placed decorations about her figure, even if in imagination, before they realized their mind and eyes had strayed obviously off boundaries. Even Kelly had to snap her eyes back under control, and was not surprised to find how Nicholas indulged in Gianna’s eye candy, unabashedly so.<br><br>Kelly swallowed the bite of sturgeon caviar, forgetting to taste it, and would have frowned if not for the morality of politeness. She had to remind herself that Nicholas had not fully committed himself to their relationship yet in action, despite his words of sugar-promises, and that he could just as quickly dump her and go with Gianna if the woman accepted his interest.<br><br>Yes, Kelly felt jealous that Nicholas’ eyes were roaming another woman’s body.<br><br>Politeness held Kelly at bay, although her eyes were ready in any given moment to unsheathe their glare upon the esteemed hostess. She felt angry, but allowed a cheesy-fake smile to meet Gianna when the woman did find a fleeting ounce of interest to glance her way. Nicholas exchanged harsh pleasantries with her, which helped ease some of Kelly’s jealous anger, but did not help in easing how uncomfortable she felt in the woman’s presence.<br><br>And then, Gianna pulled her into their conversation; calling her Nick’s pet and suggesting that she needed a leash to prevent her from humping people’s legs. Oh that just about nailed Kelly’s opinion about the woman underneath concrete, and she just about leaped forward with a smart-ass comment that was dying to let loose from her tongue but Nicholas was even faster… whether he was too gracious and let the insult ride, or if he batted back, it took all of Kelly’s strength to not engage. She couldn’t keep her scowl in check though; unfriendly daggers peering back at Gianna from behind Nicholas.<br><br>When Gianna Ford left, and when Nicholas turned to put Kelly in his sight, he found those daggers shift from the hostess’ retreating form to poise directly at him. Kelly had more than enough reason to be angry. Gianna had been a bitch, and Nicholas had been a slut for her breasts. Kelly was angry with the world right now, and she tossed the half eaten sturgeon caviar back upon the table. “Well, that was rather entertaining.” She picked up a glass of wine, “It looks as though I am not welcome here. Mind if you find me a ride home before you go chase after her breasts?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:23:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of the night was dreadfully boring. The time up until dinner was served was spent moving from person to person, greeting and exchanging a few polite words. Gianna kept a fake smile planted on her face the entire time, pretending not to notice as men, both older and younger than her, stared unabashedly at her chest, even when speaking directly to her. She didn’t care, at any rate. If she didn’t want her magnificent chest stared at, she wouldn’t wear such revealing clothes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was plenty of small talk to pass around. One younger man she was engaged with was more than obvious with his flirting, and to escape the trivial droll of the crowds of people, she whispered something in his ear. Several minutes later, she was on her knees in an empty room at the auction hall, giving him easily the best blowjob of his life. This activity was a merciful distraction, and though the stud climaxed rather quickly for her taste, it was enough to push into when the dinner was served. Her lipstick needed a little touch up, but otherwise, her pristine condition was unmarred, and she left the dripping man alone to go find her seat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Throughout the dinner, Gianna kept a close eye from afar on Nicholas and his little whore. The blond girl seemed furious with him, and that only pleased her more. The more punishment she could spur for him the better. After she finished her roast duck and while the chocolate mousse was being served, she beckoned to one of her aids, telling her a simple request to get the auctions in order for later that evening. However, it was merely a cover for her to pass the spiked drinks to Nicholas and his date.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The aid quickly obeyed, disappearing into the kitchen, then reappearing with a tray and two champagne glasses that Gianna knew contained a hefty does of rohypnol. A woman with her power had no trouble getting access to a perfectly legal drug. It would affect them quickly, and when it did, her aids would usher them to their limousine. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She watched from afar at the head table as the aid swept over to them with a flourish, presenting the champagne to them, then smiled into her own glass. Nicholas was only a few hours away from finding out just how foolish he had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 05:39:56</strong>
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				The curvaceous ‘cat’ Gianna turned on her spikes and left, sheathing her bloodied claws with a practiced aplomb and enjoying the residual discomfort and anger that her crude remarks had left behind.&nbsp; Nicholas was initially unsettled by Gianna’s reference to Kelly ‘humping the legs of the guests’ but his mind quickly formed a picture of Kelly in such a position with a guest trying to shake her away from his leg and he could hardly refrain from cracking a dry smile.&nbsp; <br><br>It’s a rather good thing that he did refrain because what he saw when he caught Kelly’s expression was a mask of gobsmacked indignation.&nbsp; On the other hand, Nicholas thought she looked sublime in her state of discomposure; eyes wide, cheeks flushed and mouth open but screaming silent oaths it seemed.&nbsp; Her next utterance was totally anticipated...the ‘take me home’ line was a perfectly understandable response under the circumstances. <br><br>“Darling, I think we should take a stroll around the tables first, there may be something you like, you never know...”&nbsp; he said as he slid an open hand up between Kelly’s shoulder blades, grabbed a hunk of hair, careful not to spoil her appearance, and pulled her mouth up to meet his. With a full kiss on her red, moistened lips he smiled into her loving eyes “... and besides, Gianna is footing the bill for all this, including the extremely decadent bubbly that I know you like!” <br><br>Kelly seemed to soften a little and allowed herself to be led by the hand around the display rooms but she kept her eyes open for any opportunity to scowl if she came within eyesight of the hostess.&nbsp; Nicholas’ concern for her discomfort eased over the next hour and as the meal was served in the main dining room, the duck was cooked to perfection; medium rare, having been rested prior to serving to retain its juices.&nbsp; Gianna had positioned them closest to the door, no doubt another slight in their disfavour, and Nicholas could see her at the far end of the long table, smiling with or rather at her guests; her large, dark eyes penetrating across the table as she cast a somewhat intimidating ‘I know something that you don’t’ visage in their direction.<br><br>Half an hour passed by and their flutes were bottomless throughout.&nbsp; Feeling a little tired, Nicholas said to Kelly rather louder than he would have wished “Enough is enough, shall we leave now? Bugger the auction, I think we’ve had enough of her majesty’s pleasure for one day, don’t you dear?” They were both beginning to experience the first lethargic effects of their drug laden drinks consumed around twenty minutes earlier. Just at that moment, their chocolate mousse desserts arrived, unusually accompanied by two ‘very special’ glasses of Louis Roederer 1927. “Oh my word...look darling...an old Louis has come out of the bottle...we shouldn’t let that go to waste, eh?” <br><br>Kelly beamed brightly as they both took their glasses and with a flourish toasted each other; looking straight up the table at their host, they downed their glasses in a show of conspiratorial defiance. Gianna watched from afar as a disconcerting grin spread across her face.&nbsp; She held her own glass aloft to them in a silent acknowledgement, as though only they and no-one else were in the room and a sinister victory had been won.<br><br>It was as though the staff knew of their pending departure; their chairs were moved back to allow them to stand. Nicholas felt strangely elated as well as a little dizzy; he was both present and yet somewhere else as he was accompanied by two hefty waiters out across the thick hotel carpet and his mind struggled hopelessly to remain lucid.&nbsp; Kelly was by his side...he hoped.<br><br>“The car is this way, sir. “&nbsp; Instead of leading them out to the car rank at the front of the hotel, they were led to the open, nearby lift that transported them silently down to the car park; by the time the doors closed, the pair of them had entirely lost their ability to stand, to make a sound, or even move a muscle. The last charge of alcohol had combined with the drug to take them both quickly past the last bastion of resistance and into unconsciousness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 17:27:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Kelly continued to glare at Nick as he drew near and ran his hand over her back. So he was going to try and smooth over his booboo with a hug, hmm? Kelly rolled her eyes. It just made her tad-bit angrier actually. Her fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass; it’s delicate craftsmanship straining to not shatter under the pressure she put on it. She took a step sideways to dodge his hug, to reject his pity apology, and to brush him away. She had a right to be angry…he had no sense going after her titties like that! Was he just showing off? He was not the lover she thought he was anymore…<br><br>…But he grabbed a good chunk of her hair and pulled her mouth over to his. It stopped her short, froze her breath, and confused her once-sure emotions. It was one of those kisses that made her heart melt. His eyes smiled back at her, and once again she was the center of his attention. She knew she was going to forgive him now. Nicholas knew how to rein her in, and she both hated and loved him for it at the same time. So he was not the lover she thought he was anymore, but it was something she could still live with, she realized.<br><br>He took her hand and they began to walk around the display rooms. After a while Nicholas seemed to forget about the earlier ‘incident’; his attention became tuned into the artworks and sculptures up for auction. Kelly however never forgot, and she forever had a clear awareness of where that temptress was during the social party. If they bumped into her again Kelly would be ready this time. She saw how the lovely Gianna was. She had witnessed clearly Gianna’s lack of respectable boundaries and how <em>any</em> man; whether claimed, taken, married, or unavailable, was <em>available</em> in her eyes. No wonder Nicholas was infatuated with her!<br><br>Kelly calmed down though. Soon they would be back at Nicholas’ place and she could shove all of this away. She had made plans to remind Nicholas who <em>really</em> loved him tonight. It was not in Kelly’s nature to act like this, but Gianna had a way of pushing buttons.<br><br>The food and drink was excellent, and it became so easy to follow Nicholas’ jolly humor throughout. When Nicholas suggested leaving, though, Kelly had already scooted her chair back and inch or more so she could get up. But that is when Louis Roederer suddenly emerged from his sweetening nook of secrets and put Kelly into an even bubblier mood. She loved fine food and drinks, and with her mind already soggy from emptying previous wine glasses, she had no sense to say ‘no’ to dear old Louis. She downed every last drop… and somehow found Nicholas’ arm…<br><br>...or was it someone elses’ arm? Nah, surely it was Nicholas taking her home. She giggled and pressed her body up against him… “I got some good…some goodness…for you sweety. C’mon and take…me home. I want to spread…my legs for…” The leather seat of the vehicle was inviting, and Kelly laid out upon it, unconscious.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 22:21:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna beamed brightly when her name was announced after the dinner, though it was out of glee as she watched Nicholas and his slut leave the dining hall. It was time for her to give a small speech on the charity auction to appease the audience, and afterward, she would be leaving. A simple excuse was made to explain her absence, and her associates would take care of the auction for her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took her place at the podium set up overlooking the dining hall as the audience applauded politely. “Thank you,” she said graciously. “And thank you all for coming to my auction. I’m afraid I’m not much for words, as those who know me can attest. This auction is very important tonight, so let me all say how wonderful it is to see everyone to support a charity in need. The auction will begin momentarily in the main hall. I’m afraid a rather important matter has come up, and I must see to it personally this evening, but I assure you, my associates will make sure everything runs smoothly.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another round of polite applause ended her little speech. Most of the guests began to leave the dining hall, ready to begin the auction, but Gianna headed towards the main entrance. Two of her maidservants were waiting for her in their party attire, holding her fur wrap (http://images03.olx.com/ui/4/93/28/66348528_1-Pictures-of-Black-Faux-Fox-Fur-Wrap.jpg). She draped the lush fur around her shoulders, and one of the servants escorted her to her limousine, and soon they were off to her manor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the back of the limo, Gianna finally let loose a giddy chuckle at what she was getting away with: kidnapping, pure and simple, but on a much elevated personal level. Nicholas and his slut would be driven, courtesy of one of her spare limos, to her manor as well, and once they were unloaded within the privacy of her walls, the true night’s entertainment would begin. Her servants had been instructed very carefully on how to set up her boudoir, and she fully expected to come home to it transformed into a decadent little hell for the both of them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brooks Manor (http://stonemole.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/waddesdon_manor_front_2.jpg) was easily the largest settlement she milked from her ex-husband James when they divorced. The manor alone was worth millions of pounds, and was one of two other properties she owned, the others being her summer mansion and flat in downtown London. Her limo pulled up to the front, and she exited up to the front steps, anxious to shed off the evening dress and into something less…she had a few minutes; plenty of time to check and see if Clarice had done a competent job in dusting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:28:27</strong>
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				<strong>Nicholas and Kelly arrive at Gianna's manor.</strong><br><br>Having been dumped like sacks of potatoes across the seats in the back of the black limousine, and ensuring that the captives' airways were clear the three uniformed captors drove away into the night, the two burly men in the front and the woman keeping watch over their prizes in the rear.<br><br>Their instructions from Lady Gianna had been clear, thoroughly so; one deviation and they knew that they would be severely dealt with. Even so Charlene was tempted...after all this man had made a fool out of her when she had delivered Lady G's invitation. She felt that he owed her and...here she was, in control for a short time. Her hand moved to his hair and she grabbed a hunk and pulled his head around so that she could scrutinise his face from very close range. She knew that he wouldn't wake for an hour or so yet and power was a terribly enticing thing. <br><br>She was startled to see how disarming he looked with his eyes closed and breathing steadily like a child in deep slumber. His slow breaths blew softly across Charlene's face which had moved to within an inch of Nicholas'. Unable to contain herself, she suddenly felt aroused and without thinking her mouth gaped open and with long slow movements her tongue traced across his face from his chin to his eyes leaving shining trails of saliva behind. Softly giggling she looked down upon his sleeping form. "Like that did ya mister?" she whispered in his ear before sticking her tongue deep within. More soft giggles. Power was so wonderful, she thought.<br><br>Charlene began to feel a wetness between her legs and she looked up quickly remembering the two men behind the glass in front separating the driver from the passengers. The driver's eyes were clearly visible in the rear vision mirror and she saw a firm shake of his head letting her know that her fun was over...for now.<br><br>Forty seven minutes later, the deadweight bodies were hauled out of the car and up to the boudoir which now had been transformed to meet Lady G's precise specifications. The two men had taken obvious pleasure undressing Kelly but no more than Charlene did in reliquishing Nicholas of his attire. Roaming hands found the measure of his crown jewels accompanied by a low feline growl as she looked across the room towards the men, both busy nibbling and sucking at Kellys full breasts.<br><br>Their time was limited, however, and the captives preparation had to be complete by the time Lady Gianna returned. Body shaving and inner cleansing needed all three of them to work in concert on each of the unconcious forms, their dead weight being problematic, but within half an hour their toilet preparation work was finished and the newly shaved bodies glistened with Gianna's favourite oils.<br><br>All that remained was to restrain and position Nicholas and Kelly but this part was easy. Cuffs and anklets were strapped to each. Both had their arms neatly tied behind them at their elbows and wrists with Nicholas attached by his legs and leaning over the whipping horse, a loose rope leading from his wrists up through a ring in the ceiling, to be used later, when he awoke. Kelly was roped in a full body harness again with her arms behind her and her legs folded at the knees and bound with rope. Neither would move anywhere and as per instructions, the three aides left the room.<br><br>Unfortunately for them, they forgot one important thing...the ball gags were left out. Lady Gianna would not be pleased!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 15:51:11</strong>
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				“Nnnn…” <br><br>Something was odd. Even before Kelly could fight off the weight that kept her sleeping she knew things were out of place. Her mind woke up, but her muscles felt paralyzed.<br><br>“N..Nick?” She wanted to snuggle against his warm body, entwine her leg with his, and throw her arm over his side, but this was not happening. Where was he? She felt so cold…so naked…where were those damn bed sheets?<br><br>“Nicholas?” His name came barely as a whisper. She still felt so sleepy. Maybe she should go back to dreaming and wait for him to return. Recently, those dreams have been very arousing! So arousing that she could almost feel on her breasts where they had been sucked by many men.<br><br>Kelly opened her eyes though, blinking them into focus. At first she couldn’t figure out what she was looking at until it quickly grabbed her all of a sudden that those were boobs, and not just any nipples, but her own twin globes! Oh god, she must have gotten a little frisky back there at the party! Kelly went to move her arm so she could find some sheets to cover up but it was going nowhere. <br><br><em>But…why?</em><br><br>She raised her head as things started coming into perspective. There were bindings around her bent legs, keeping her on her knees, on what seemed to be the floor of a room. Her arms were bound behind her back as well, so tightly that there was hardly any room for wiggle play. For some reason too there were straps about her body, gloving her up, and making her feel caught within a spider’s web. But above all, she was completely naked!<br><br><em>What kind of cruel joke is this?!</em><br><br>Kelly shook her head to get a blond strand or two out of her eyes. “Nick! This is not even…funny!” Her eyes swept the room more thoroughly now, finding her poor lover in much the same state, if not worse. She started to feel some fear rise up in her chest… “Nick!” …if he was not the one that did this to them, then who was?<br><br>“Nicholas, wake up!”&nbsp; Kelly started to squirm and wiggle in her bindings, trying to find some way to squeeze out of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:50:36</strong>
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				The sky was heavy with blackening cumulus as the weak dawn light retreated for the day, beaten by the impending storm. But even the brightest of sunlight would not penetrate Gianna's bedroom. The luxurious, ebony velvet drapes that dominated the wall had a second purpose; that of dulling the sounds in the room, for all sounds would be immediately consumed by the ravenous, timeless fabric.<br><br>"...you?...Nicholas, wake up!!!" It was a faint voice, hardly perceptible and heard only by his subconscious at first, but it began to gain volume as second by second Nicholas awoke from his drug induced slumber. His mouth was dry and his tongue rasped against the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow. His senses scrambled to gain some footing, to grasp a thread of reality in that moment before he opened his eyes. <em>Why can't I move? Why do my legs ache? Who is calling my name? Why can't I move!!</em><br><br>It's Kelly! "Kelly? Is that you?" And then he remembered. Last night! Nicholas snapped open his eyes and looked straight down at the plush, red Axminster carpet. He was immobilised, he couldn't see his hands, and leaning over something that smelled of leather. More smells came to him...beeswax! Exotic body lotion. <em>What the hell is this? Where am I for Christ's sake?</em><br><br>"What the fuck is going on?"<br><br>His mind raced now, retracing the evening, the charity dinner, Gianna, Gianna's tits, her rudeness, Kelly, Kelly's stunning outfit, the hard-on he got when he saw Kelly furious with Gianna, the toast with Roediger, Gianna's knowing smile...and then nothing! Nothing! A blank sheet...why? There was no other possible reason...he had been drugged! <em>They had been drugged! Bloody Gianna!!</em><br><br>"It's fucking, bloody Gianna! The stupid bitch has gone off the deep end." A tantrum of violent writhing with legs and arms yielded nothing. He was pinned...and it sure sounded like Kelly was too. <em>Wait until we get out of this...she will bloody well pay!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 02:24:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Clarice, I must say you’ve done an excellent job in the manor today,” Gianna said brightly, inspecting several surfaces for dust.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Poor Clarice stood obediently to the side, her arms still behind her back at the elbows. She mewed softly from behind the gag that still forced her jaws wide open. Drool dripped perpetually from her lower lip, onto and between her breasts, which had since acquired a shine. She looked positively horny, with her entire body covered in a fine sweat, long black hair frayed and matted from under the gag’s straps, and most noticeably, her crotch was rubbed red and dripping from the rope threaded between her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As promised, Gianna released her from the rope harness, which left marks all over her body, especially around her breasts and hips where they had been tightest. Once her arms were free of restraint, they immediately attempted to make herself modest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna stripped off her party frock, giving it to Clarice to hang up and take to the cleaners. At her request, the dress that Nicholas’s slut had been wearing was brought to her. It was a decadent red satin number, and she held it up to her body into the mirror. It was a close fit, but there would have to be some adjustments. For one, her own chest size easily dwarfed the younger girl’s, and her hips were just a little bit curvier. Nonetheless, she would look stunning in red when she wore it to the next party.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Take this dress to my tailor, and tell him to fit it for me. My taffeta is to be cleaned, as is this rope and gag. Once you have finished, find one of the butlers to finish you off.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Clarice thanked her, and the nude women quickly left with the items in tow, leaving Gianna to prepare for her guests, who would be awakening shortly. She had bought several outfits for the occasion; leather corsets, latex suits, and various garments of far less of the same material. However, for the first night, she decided to be a little more bare and give them the full show of the body they would be worshiping from now on.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Off came her bra and panties, and she slipped into a red lace garter belt that framed her trimmed pussy and generous ass quite well. To highlight the long, sultry length of her legs, she slid a pair of dark stockings up them, clipping them firmly to the belt before stepping back into her dress heels.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She went on her way to the boudoir where her new toys were being stored, then frowned as she approached. Two sets of raised voices indicated that they were already awake, but she was more irritated that her servants forgot to gag them both. At any rate, it was a minor inconvenience, and in the end, she would have the pleasure herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She opened the elegant double doors that led to the boudoir and strode into the room with a hand on her hip. The fullness of her breasts swayed with the rock of her hip as the harsh sound of her heels softened as she stepped from hardwood floor to carpet. Her servants had at least trussed them correctly: Nicholas bent over the spanking bench with spread legs, and his slut wrapped in a leather harness like a neat package. The small tray that held both of ball gags remained untouched among the table of toys.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I assure you, my dear Nicholas, that I have not lost any of my sanity,” she began just as the curse of her name fell from his lips. “Though I can’t say the same for you after the little stunt you pulled.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 14:31:57</strong>
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				The room smelled clean of fresh carpet, new curtains, polished furniture, and oiled leather. It was hard to distinguish the many smells, but the most pronounced smell of all was a perfumed musk coming from her naked body. She felt just as clean as the room smelled; her skin was hairless and smooth, oiled so that there was a soft shine to her flesh under the artificial lamps and burning candles. In all of the effort and struggle to break free from the bindings she noticed how each rope was fit almost comfortably about her curves, despite their strict restraint. There was a mild burn in her back from having her arms pulled behind and tied at the elbows. It forced an arch into her spine, jutting her breasts outwards and giving the impression that she was begging to have her nipples played with. <br><br>Kelly just couldn’t move! It was so very frustrating. It was impossible to remove the straps from her legs that kept them bent into a kneeling position. She had to be careful too, because too much wiggling would catch her off-balance and she would topple to her side onto the carpet. It almost happened twice, and because the thought of being so helpless on her side seemed worse than being helpless upon her knees she was conscious to not let it happen.<br><br>A lot of the furniture she didn’t even recognize as furniture. It was hard to tell what the contraptions were meant for. But by judging Nicholas’ helpless state upon a fixture that she wouldn’t have recognized its use for, Kelly understood that they were meant for putting the human body into various positions. They were both decked up for someone’s sexual gratification and amusement, and the thought made her whine turn into a short whimper. <br><br>Who did Nicholas say did this? <em>Bloody Gianna</em>? Who is…was she supposed to know this person? Kelly searched her mind, retracing the events as much as she could remember.<br><br>Her answer came quick enough when the double doors swung wide and a vaguely familiar face walked in. Of course! <em>Gianna!</em> She was the woman at the party who Nick fell into stars for; that rude bitch who was the Hostess for the party they were invited to! Yeah, she remembered Gianna now. The woman didn’t like Kelly all too well, but the feeling was certainly mutual.<br><br>Now, Gianna was not hiding her intentions at all! She was almost as near-naked as they were. Her breasts were even more marvelous in their natural glory without the dress she wore at the party for modesty. Her pussy was cleanly trimmed, and the stockings up her legs made her seem tall and imposing. The way she sauntered in with her hand on her hip was nothing less than confident, mirrored by her tone when answering Nick’s statement, which left Kelly feeling a little….lost in current events.<br><br><em>Why was Gianna doing this? What the fuck is going on?! Stunt? What stunt?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 03:46:41</strong>
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				Nicholas found that he could raise his head but his chest remained firmly pinned across the leather of the apparatus; his arms were held together behind his back and seemingly elevated from the cramping of his shoulder muscles. <em>What the hell is this place?</em> There was apparatus of all kinds from what he could see with his limited view. Out of the corner of his right eye he caught a glimpse of Kelly.&nbsp; She was tied like a sensual toy waiting to be enjoyed, her blonde hair falling over her face as she knelt, naked and trussed upon the red carpet. <br><br>In the few seconds that passed and now realising that he too was completely naked, Nicholas was reminded that he was male.&nbsp; For some prehistoric, biological reason over which he had no control, his brain transmitted a message along his nervous system that triggered a rush of blood past the valves at the base of his penis and into his two penile cavities. He only became aware of this when the tip of his cock bounced against the aluminium underside of his perch.<br><br>"Oh Jesus no!"<br><br>At this time the two panelled doors to the large room, which was selectively lit with spotlights on the apparatus and with candles dotted around the walls, burst open. There in all her glory, the fingers of one hand spread across her hip; her naked breasts wobbling and swaying with the movement of her hips, was Gianna. She looked fabulous...exotic...with a gloating smile and utterly menacing as she made her way across the carpet towards them.<br><br>Another powerful rush of blood forced its way past the already closed valves causing his penis head to stretch and pound against the leather.&nbsp; “I assure you, my dear Nicholas, that I have not lost any of my sanity, though I can’t say the same for you after the little stunt you pulled.”<br><br>Racing through his head were a number of questions.<em> Are we safe? So far... She is on her own.&nbsp; But. she must have helpers...who are they? She wants me naked...why? Is it for her kinks? She wants to give me a feeling of being psychologically defenseless...that's understandable. But why is she naked?&nbsp; She wants me to look upon her.&nbsp; She wants me to think that when the clothes are off, she is superior...to show me that she has the upper hand. How do I approach this situation? What does she want? What do I negotiate with? Why have a got a bloody hard on for Christ's sake!!</em><br><br><em>Say nothing. Put the onus on her to show her intentions. Don't give her ammunition. Play the game. Make her feel confused by...conceding to her...if I refuse she raises the ante...if I concede, I live to fight another day...but Kelly! What about Kelly? What did Gianna want with her? Oh shit!!</em><br><br>Nicholas had to stop thinking and look-up. Gianna was very close now and he could smell her musk perfume. His cock bounced upwards yet again and hit hard metal like a district judge banking down his gavel hard on the bench to announce the commencement of court proceedings.[/i]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:45:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna gave Nicholas a pouty smile with her still-red lips at his somewhat surprising silence. “You’re awfully quiet, Nicholas. Don’t you usually have some pithy remarks ready for me?”<br><br>She circled his position, admiring the effect of the whipping bench. It was one of the larger, more expensive pieces she had purchased, mainly due to the fact of its solid, heavy build and real leather. Plus, the lower restraints were adjustable, depending if the subject was meant to be splayed for display or now. Cuffs held his ankles securely in place, with rope looped around his pelvis and shoulders to the bench. His arms were tied behind him, had to be simply aching as the rope pulled them back. It left all of his most vulnerable parts exposed for her amusement.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah, perhaps this is the reason,” she remarked as she passed his backside. His legs had been spread, and between them his cock was already beginning to swell against the metal frame beneath the leather padding. “All the blood’s gone from your head to your cock. It’s the leather, isn’t it? I find that whenever I take a ride in the forest, I usually need a good fuck after straddling leather all morning.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stooped to take a closer look at her new property and cock. Nicholas was still built well for his age, which was just an added bonus for her. If he had been less than desirable, she might have had to reconsider her plot. He wasn’t everything she wanted in a man, but he was enough, and she couldn’t complain at the price, either.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she turned to the blonde slut, her expression was less than distaste. No doubt she was riding Nicholas for some ulterior motive, as she was barely half his age. She was the usual honey package: all tits and arse in a tight little body with bright blonde hair. The ropes that wove around her body not unlike Clarice’s ensured proper presentation of her breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Even your slut is quiet. I see you trained her well to open her mouth on command. Tell me, does she suck immediately, or must she be given another command?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 16:19:55</strong>
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				“I take commands from no one Gianna; I suck if I want to, when I want to, and how I want to.” Sure, why not humor the deranged woman? Kelly had enough sense for absurdity that following Gianna’s choice of subject did not burden her own dignity. Leaving it unanswered would have done more damage anyways. Kelly would be damned if she was going to continue to sit in silence.<br><br>She tried flexing her arms against the binds, but that only resulted in a wiggling of some sort from her upper torso. “What is this all about? Why did you do this to us?” Her eyes never left Gianna. It stayed transfixed upon the hostess she had met nearly hours ago. She was confused, worried, and feeling mighty vulnerable but all of this was condensed into her dagger-like gaze of anger. Kelly seemed to soak Gianna’s spectacle in, knowing that the woman was very goal-oriented with sexual intentions. But what was the motive? Why had this happened?<br><br>Kelly’s eyes finally darted back over to Nick… “Nicholas, what is going on?” He would hear a demand in her tone, as if someone <em>better hurry the hell up and start explaining!</em><br><br>Seeing Nicholas bound up in that splayed position -so helpless and vulnerable- and seeing Gianna freely waltz about his position sprinkled a strange feeling inside of Kelly. It felt like the beginnings of heartburn, only it was not. She was uncomfortable in more ways than one, and knowing that Gianna had prepared them for sexual amusement in this way was…was almost like having your physical body branded. It was a violation. It was something that could never be forgotten or buried and would remain with Kelly for the rest of her life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 22:50:19</strong>
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				Nicholas felt the shock of being naked. It reminded him of his boarding school days and the old maths teacher, Mr Kinker. He was as bent as an old penny and enjoyed immensely when students were inattentive or, even worse, spoke without being asked.&nbsp; The boy would be hauled in front of the class and told, very politely, to remove his pants as a preliminary to receiving a lesson in discipline. With the boy bent over the front desk, he would draw out the punishment, his hands patting the area that would receive the vicious strokes of his cane. Of course it didn't end there. The boy would then be made to stand facing the class, legs trembling and recite an apology. <br><br>Nicholas had been exposed to this treatment several times and although humiliating and very painful there had been a need to relieve himself afterwards in the privacy of the dorm. It had been a quirk that he had never been able to reconcile. And, here he was again naked and exposed, but this time at the hands of a voluptuous woman. <br><br>His initial feeling of complete aggrievance and anger was hiding something more, something brought on by his memories of early school. <em>Don't be stupid Nick. Don't fall for her womanly appearance...she's going to punish you...and Kelly too! She does have a seductive voice though...and the way she's inspecting me...she's like a farmer inspecting a prize bull.</em> <br><br>He saw Kelly in his peripheral vision again and noticed the leg straps squeezing her pale and silky smooth thighs. What was it about her body, immobilised and yet all the more sensual for being so. Another wash of heat flooded his face in embarrassment.<br><br>"It's about the paintings, Kelly. I think that Gianna here is mistakenly under the impression that the auction wasn't above board.&nbsp; I think that she had her eyes on the Monet's and now she wants to demonstrate how upset she is at missing out...poor dear.&nbsp; As far as I'm concerned, I bid fairly for the pictures and the highest price.&nbsp; I don't see how there could have been any issue with that. <br><br>Let's get this over with Gianna. Whatever you have in mind, I'll promise you that I'll reciprocate in retribution. You can't for a minute think that you'll get away with this.&nbsp; I may have broken my silence, Gianna...but I don't intend to satisfy you with a futile war of words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 02:40:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, I fully intend to get away with it, Nicholas,” Gianna said with a chuckle, choosing to ignore Kelly’s attempt at back-talk. “And it won’t be words you will be satisfying me with. I’ll leave that to your rapidly inflating cock and this whore’s tongue. You see, I’m rather fond of having my arse licked… ”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stooped to inspect the whore, briefly wondering if Nicholas was struggling to turn and get a look at her bare ass and pussy. What had her name been? She was sure it was Kelly, or perhaps Frances. It didn’t matter at any rate; she wouldn’t be referred to as much else other than whore, slut, or bitch. The servants who were in charge of her restraints would be suffering an extended session of chastity for neglecting to gag her as requested, however. Nor would they get the first chance to use her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna reached out and took hold of some of her blond locks, enjoying the silky smooth texture between her fingers. “But Nicholas is correct, whore. I didn’t just have my eyes on those paintings; they were <em>mine</em>, and I don’t like it when a filthy little wanker like him thinks he can take what is rightfully mine.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She released her hold on her hair, then turned and walked back to Nicholas bent over the whipping bench. Her hand cupped beneath his chin, not trying to be particularly gentle or seductive, and lifted his head. She could only crane his neck so far up, though, and her breasts hindered most of the irritated glare she shot down at him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Don’t think this will be over quickly. Why should I have my fun, only for you to run off crying to the police? No, you and your little strumpet are mine now, and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A modest selection of her new toys lay along a dark oak table: a variety of whips, crops, canes, and other body-specific items were neatly arranged. All she had to do was pick one up. From the row of floggers, she selected a long, thin dressage whip (http://www.perrisleather.com/dimg/32b54019d0237e41b0f4fcab95f5795e.jpg), and gave it a flick. It swished loudly with a hiss, and felt comfortable in her hand, similar to when she was riding.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’m going to enjoy breaking you for my pleasure Nicholas. You remind of me of my ex-husband, and I would love to see him squeal as much as you’re going to.” She moved back to Nicholas’s exposed, curved arse, immobile for her amusement, then tapped the end of the whip against his cheeks. “First, you are going to give me both of the paintings.” She cocked her head in thought for a second. “And then you are going to tell me where my associate Gavin is.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She didn’t know how he managed to pay him off, but the price of betrayal was far more severe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:10:11</strong>
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				Kelly was pretty much on the floor to the side of Nicholas, a little farther back where more of his backside was seen in her vision than his face. She caught his eye as he answered her question and frowned. <em>The Monet painting? All of this was over that painting he had bought at an auction?</em> “Did you know you were going to upset…” but she didn’t finish. It was obvious that Nicholas knew what he was doing back then or he wouldn’t have a clue why he was kidnapped and splayed naked! Nick continued, prompting Gianna to get it over with, and Kelly kept silent.<br><br>Then Gianna answered Nicholas, suggesting her use for his cock and Kelly’s tongue, which caused her eyes to grow wide in shock. Like a worm that was scared to leave the ground, Kelly’s tongue fell further back in her mouth seeking a crevasse to hide in. There was even a sour taste that filled her cheeks, seemingly imagination by far, that gave enhancement to the vile implication of having her wet muscle lick ass. It was something that Kelly did not want to do, especially to Gianna, and horror filled her face. She shot a profound expression towards Nicholas as if to say <em>did you hear what she just said!</em> But she was forced to abandon this as Gianna stepped too close for comfort.<br><br>Her hair was picked up by Gianna’s hand, a good bit, which tugged at her scalp as the strands wound around her fingers for inspection. Kelly listened, and when <em>whore</em> was used as a proper noun she set her face stoic. Of course that was reaction enough to see how she hated it, but Kelly had no ground here. Her eyes steadied on the floor refusing to look towards Gianna’s face. Maybe they stole a glance at Nicholas when Gianna called him a filthy little wanker just to see if he reacted, but they never gave Gianna any contact. Kelly was trying to grasp onto her position in all of this. Where does she fall in this conflict? At the moment she felt intimidated, so keeping silent was her best reaction.<br><br>When Gianna turned her attention back on Nicholas, Kelly began struggling in her bindings again. She could see that the straps around her legs were not just crude rope, but were specifically designed for such a purpose. It made her heart sink, knowing that there was little chance in taking advantage of a human error in knot-tying since there were metal links and clasps with leather straps. The harness was rope, but again it was specifically designed to wrap about her body leaving little room for human mistake. She put so much effort and attention in her bindings that she hardly noticed Gianna tilting Nicholas’ face upwards.<br><br>It wasn’t until the flickering movement of an object, its swishing sound that caught her ears, which finally pulled her away from the futile task. The tool looked like a switch that had been plucked from her grandmother’s bushes, stripped clean of its leaves, to serve as a stinging punishment for misbehaved children; only Gianna’s switch was far better equipped, with a string dangling from the tip to give it that extra bite. Seeing it tap against Nick’s cheeks made Kelly fear the pain it would inflict. That rigid switch, so flexible and thin, against his tenderly exposed ass in all of its naked glory was a terrible thought. Kelly shook her head… <em>this is not happening, is it?</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 02:28:46</strong>
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				Nicholas' knees were beginning to ache and the muscles between his shoulders were cramping, the discomfort becoming foremost as one of the voices of his subconscious began to tell him that he was in a hopeless position so "<em>think about how to be more comfortable</em>" instead of "<em>how do I get the better of Gianna?</em>"&nbsp; The voice played to his weaknesses, as you would expect.&nbsp; The earliest inner voice would always tend to be the one that said <em>"give up, now...no-one will think any the worse of you</em>" and "<em>what's the point of feeling pain and discomfort when you don't have to?</em>" That voice piped in early and knew every one of Nicholas' weaknesses, naturally...it had the inside scoop!<br><br>Gianna had a practice swing. The hiss of the switch through the air cut through his thoughts and the muscles in his body tensed visibly, immediately sending a rush of adrenaline into his bloodstream. His knees sprang back as his legs straightened and tiny beads of sweat began to form on his upper lip and in the palms of his hands, his fingers closing into fists. He could hear the blood pounding past his eardrums as his heart rate increased...ker-thump...ker-thump...ker-thump. <br><br>He was as ready as he ever would be. The cringing inner voice now receded and in hiding, letting him brace for the coming blows all by himself. <em>Give me your best. Let's see what they feel like. I wonder how many...</em><br><br>And then another inner voice stepped up, one that told him to think of it just as if it were the teacher back at school and he was to be given 'six of the best'. He knew they hurt back then but it did give him a target to think of <em>...six...yes...I'll be alright. Just six and I'll be home free.</em><br><br>But then his weak self found a voice again..."<em>Ha..you're kidding yourself if you think she's going to stop at six...six hundred maybe!</em>" Nicholas quickly screwed up his eyelids tightly and opened them again to try to clear his thoughts...to banish his weak self.&nbsp; He took a nervous deep breath as he sensed Gianna positioning herself...she was lightly tapping the crease in his arse with the end of the switch. <em>Ohhh...that's...confusingly erotic!</em>&nbsp; Senses in turmoil, he knew now where her first blows would land and he held his breath in trepidation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:43:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna smiled as Nicholas tensed at the sensation of the whip. He didn’t have anything to say to her, so she cocked back her arm, and with her hand on her bare hip, one leg arched, she snapped it forward and struck him squarely on the arse. The whip sang with a loud <em>swish</em>, and ended with a light, but satisfying <em>thp</em> as the thin leather cord curled over one of his buttocks. The stiff shaft of the whip landed most of the impact as a cane would, and she nearly giggled in delight when the tiny ripple of his flesh rolled from the blow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first strike traced a faint red line squarely across his arse, but it was only the first of many. Gianna drew back her arm and struck again, then again and again, soon falling into a regular rhythm. The boudoir was soon filled with the <em>swish</em> and <em>thp</em> of whip on flesh, and while each individual lash was not extraordinarily painful, the growing number of them soon began to trace dozens of horizontal red lines upon his cheeks. Soon, both of his cheeks may as well have been entirely red.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I suppose you think this is the best I can do, Nicholas?” she asked over the sound of the whip. Each motion of her arm sent her breasts swaying until they matched the uneven pace of her arm. “That if you withstand this, I’ll grow frustrated? This is merely a little treat to wet my appetite. Once I have the paintings, they are going to be appraised, and I fully intend for you to pay them both off…in lashings, that is.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And it was true. She could be content to stand there all day and whip him until he bled, but such cruelty was unwarranted, and would ruin her boudoir. She had purchased a nice sturdy cane that he would be feeling every day once the paintings were hers, and he would pay back every pound with a single stroke. Though to do both of them may be too taxing for Nicholas after some time…perhaps his whore would bear the whipping of the other.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Then there is <em>this</em> matter,” she said, ceasing the whipping with one final hard stroke. She stooped to look between his legs again. His cock was still inflated, and perhaps more so than before. With one long, blood red fingernail, she traced down the shaft from the base to beneath the head. “I daresay I seem to be doing you a favor.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 00:51:33</strong>
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				Nicholas' heart rate had skyrocketed and his breathing was halting and erratic, he was holding his breath each time he anticipated that the next stinging line of pain would tear across the skin of his arse cheeks. Gianna helped in her own sweet way by creating a rhythm and the time between strokes was consistent. She was relentless from the time of the very first blow when it struck across both cheeks, which caused his head to sink low.&nbsp; He could clearly see underneath his left shoulder the silky smooth, stockinged legs of Gianna balancing her body; her full breasts swinging with her shoulders as she twisted and followed through with each forward stroke of the switch; the lips of her exposed, hairless pussy squeezing together in a collaborative moment as Gianna giggled in amusement.<br><br>It was a devilish, leather instrument that didn't need any effort to wield but brought goosebumps to his skin with each acidic, burning kiss. There was no point counting, the witch had plenty of fuel as she breezed past 10...past 20...past 30...on and on...<br><br><em>Now...you can tell her to stop...enough! Tell her you'll give her what she wants and that will be it.&nbsp; No more pain!</em> The weak voice was the first to chime in, as Nicholas fully expected. It was then, coincidentally, that Gianna spoke as she continued her incessant barrage of strikes.<br><br>"...Once I have the paintings, they are going to be appraised, and I fully intend for you to pay them both off…in lashings, that is.”<br><br><em>Appraised?</em> A grin almost made it across his face but he covered his chuckle with grimace and a tense grunt. He knew that his artist produced the finest copies of the masters, impossible to detect except for those who knew. Provenance was the only accepted mechanism nowadays for verifying artistic works and his word, being the last purchaser of the paintings, would be the gospel. Clearly, he now held this over her...she did not know.<br><br>"What you know...ugh!...about fine art could...ugh!...be tattooed on...uuugh!...your ex-husband's foreskin...uuuuugh!&nbsp; You don't deserve the Monets...uuuugh!...You don't appreciate them...uuuuuugh!....You only want to own them...uuuuggghh!...as just another investment." <em>Jeeeesus that stings!!</em> Gianna uttered something that he didn't quite hear and had upped the ante to let him know she was not amused. <br><br>And then, the blows suddenly ceased. He tried to relax his muscles, to give them time to rest, although he wanted to tighten his cheeks. They had been 'tenderised' and he realised that his control over those muscles had temporarily weakened. He needed to press them together, just in case one loose stroke made it inbetween. Both his cheeks were on fire and he felt like they were shaking but he did his best to seem relaxed, even if quite the reverse was excruciatingly true. <br><br>And then he felt her nail, slowly trail down his erect penis, lingering at the head. <em>Jesus! I'm hard and...Oh God that feels so good!!</em> Nicholas' reflexes were in no position to defend his honour as his penis pulsed rock hard at her touch. <em>Well, say something...don't just let her do that...</em><br><br>"That's for pushing inside a real woman, Gianna..." Kelly came to mind at this point and it didn't help that his vision of her was one of complete exposure! "...It's not something anyone like you, who needs to use horse implements to get a turn on, would be used to, I'd expect." <em> Tell her something else, now...you're on a roll...</em> "You seriously haven't thought this through at all have you? Why on earth would I give you the Monets? You can thrash me until the cows come home...and speaking of cows, they might like your switch...it might turn them on, have you thought about taking one for a friend? You then say that if I give the Monets to you, you'll keep me for target practice anyway...so what's the point of handing them over?"<br><br>It took all of Nicholas' effort to keep up the pretense of not caring about the pain. In fact, at that point during the welcome interlude, he was starting to feel something else. Something that was pleasureable...increasingly pleasurable with each passing second...<em>an endorphin high?</em>...an erotic moment...helped by her fingernail still announcing its presence underneath his penis head, no doubt!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 18:42:07</strong>
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				12…13…14…Kelly became overwrought.<br><br>At first she believed it wouldn’t be so bad. <em>Gianna might hit Nicholas 4 times. Four or five times, yes. My Nick can take that. She just wants to scare him into giving up the Monets.</em> But Gianna didn’t even hesitate after the fifth strike. Her body swung straight into that sixth wallop as if she were a machine stuck on a REPEAT button.<br><br><em>Ok, so maybe Gianna wants to thoroughly take her point across to Nicholas.&nbsp; …7…8…9. Oh god, isn’t she going to stop?</em> Kelly felt her lungs strain for air; she hadn’t breathed since the first hit. On that first one she remembered how focused she was on seeing the mark it left on Nick’s cheek; to try and determine the amount of pain it gave by the intensity of the shadow left on his skin. The line was feinting but visible, and Kelly nearly forgot to breathe afterwards from worry. She knew it had to have stung by the way Nick’s body jumped <em>against</em> his restraints.<br><br>Gianna continued.&nbsp; &nbsp;10…11…&nbsp; ……15…16.<br><br><em>She isn’t going to stop? She’s crazy!</em> Now, Kelly’s breathes came fast and short. Each time Nicholas was hit she felt her own body flinch in imaginary discomfort. <em>Enough!</em> She heard her mind scream. Kelly almost screamed out loud too, anything to put a hesitant jolt into Gianna’s punishing rhythm. Anything to give Nicholas some relief! <em>Stop it!</em> But Kelly knew no one would listen to her no matter how loud she screamed at Gianna. Maybe Nick would agree with her protests, but nothing would be done about it. So Kelly just kept silent by grinding her teeth together….<br><br>18…19… <em>No, I’ve got to do something.</em> …20. <em>Maybe if I run for the door I can get help. I wonder if the door is locked. I wonder if there is anyone else in this building that could stop this crazy woman! Maybe I can attack Gianna and push her down to the ground. Yes, I can take her rod too and start beating her with it! Maybe somewhere in the middle of that attack I can free Nicholas! Then we will both tie Gianna down and show her what retribution is all about. I’ve just got to somehow…get…out…of these bonds.</em><br><br>Our dear Kelly started wiggling again. Every time she heard Gianna’s body move into a swing to strike that flexible rod against Nick’s ass it made her work even harder at getting free. In fact, she wiggled and squirmed soooo much this time that she lost balance on her knees…and flopped over onto her side.<br><br><em>Oh flipping fantastic!</em> Kelly tried rolling around but it was nearly impossible. The arch of her back and bound arms and legs provided no solution to helping her get back up on her knees. Now she was stuck lying on the floor like a dying fish. <em>How….embarrassing.</em><br><br>But then she heard Nicholas’ words, “<em>That's for pushing inside a real woman, Gianna...”&nbsp; ….is he talking about me?</em> Kelly moved her head to see the situation again. It made her hair splay upon the carpeted floor where the action almost put some static into its volume. Yes, he was talking about her! It made her smile! <em>Haha, that’s right…!</em><br><br>But then it finally dawned on her. <em>He is HARD?! </em> Kelly craned her neck to raise her head from the floor so that she could get a better look at what Gianna was fingering. <em>That bastard is throbbing! Ugh!</em> Kelly’s head fell back down to the carpet. <em>Out of all the moments and times in his life he has got to find THIS situation as arousing! How could he?!</em> Kelly didn’t understand, so she spent the next couple of moments staring up at the ceiling in dismay.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:46:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gianna couldn’t help but laugh as the vulgar language spilled from Nicholas’s mouth while being interrupted by grunts of pain during the whipping. He was trying so desperately hard to act authoritative, that he wasn’t nervous or anxious about his predicament, but it was obvious who held the real power in the room. But that was exactly like him, to try and deceive and weasel his way out of everything. Needless to say, it felt very liberating to have given him a whipping, with more to follow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lifted her finger and traced it down his cock one more time. “Tsk, tsk, Nicholas. You’re so quick to fling words about, but each of them is a lie. How often have I caught you staring at my tits and legs, even when I was still married?” She pressed her nail a little harder as it traced beneath the head. It was impossible for him to grow anymore erect, so her finger traced over tight, smooth skin, save for the nerve bundle beneath his pulsing head. She lifted her finger to stroke again. “How often have you fantasized about having me in bed?” Another stroke. “You’ve dated so many young, enthusiastic girls, but you’ve never truly had experience…well, you’ll yet to feel that, since I will be the one who gets the most out of our sessions.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;During his thrashing, the blond whore had fallen over, probably quite comically too. She now lay still idly wriggling in the ropework, looking furious. Gianna gave her a cold smile, then stroked Nicholas’s cock one last time before turning her full attention to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You asked what the point of giving me the paintings was?” she asked, then delicately tapped the end of the dressage whip across the girl’s tight arse. “I think the reason is lying right here, this so called ‘real woman.’ She scoffed, temper inflamed that such a trollop was being compared to her. Being reduced to nothing but a plaything almost seemed too good for the little cocksucker; she should feel an equal amount of what Nicholas was going to get.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You see, I was intending for her to be a pretty pair of tits and arse to hang around my manor, and maybe to satisfying some close friends of mine. But if you like, I could pay much more attention to her…in fact, I think that sounds lovely.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But she didn’t intend on using the whip. That was for grown, more mature discipline. Kelly was a girl, and she would be treated as such. Knowing others who had to deal with such troublesome pests, she knew that their mouths were often the source of most of their irritation. Gianna strolled to the small end table that held the tray with the two ball gags and selected one, walking back to Kelly with a smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Art of Retribution [BD, NC] - Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 23:53:05</strong>
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				Gianna had moved closer to Nicholas and leant in on him, a little perspiration glistening at the nape of her neck and on her forearms, nature's soft reward for the whipping she had given him. She had warmed up, her blood was pumping and her delicious scent permeated the air around him. He couldn't help but breathe deeply, savouring the moment. The cheeks of his arse burned furiously and his cock continued to throb, even more so when her arm brushed across his stomach again, as she calmly reached in and stroked his fully extended shaft. She could do whatever she liked to him and he was absolutely helpless, this he knew and he should be worried, but he also knew that this was becoming the most bizarre, sensually overwhelming experience ever! <br><br>She laughed aloud at his attempted verbal attack and this rocked her breasts, now both exaggerated in size as they left the support of her rib cage, shaking and tantalising him more. This was all very intentional, he saw, but there was nothing he could do to stop his infernal arousal. <br><br>"How often have you fantasized about having me in bed?" she taunted and continued to stroke him.&nbsp; It was true, Nicholas had fantasized about having her, but there was no way he was going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. He remembered how he had envisioned her, legs spread upon the snooker table, playing her as the seventh pocket!<br><br>And then his mind came back to reality when Gianna's attentions moved across the room to where Kelly had fallen over. Gianna almost fumed when she looked at Kelly...stating that she was going to pay much more attention to her than she had planned. <br><br>"No! Leave her alone!! She's done nothing to deserve this. You can't..." Nicholas shook his restraints to no avail, genuinely wanting for this to end before Kelly got hurt. On the other hand...she looked so helpless, struggling and jiggling her breasts to try to get free. Her eyes briefly met his with a soft, questioning glance but her manner quickly hardened to defiance as Gianna, after tapping Kelly's backside with the whip and walking across to a table, strode back from the table with what looked like a billiard ball on straps dangling from her hand. <em>Where on earth is Gianna going to stick that? </em> And then it looked like Gianna was rubbing her own cunt with the ball...she seemed to be carefully, and pleasurably, coating it before holding it aloft and giggling, turning it around for both of us to see clearly that it had been saturated.<br><br>Nicholas was, for once, utterly gobsmacked! <br><br>
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