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Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca's eyes widened as she heard him say service, was she to be his servant . She shook her head, disbelieving of what was happening and she watched him drop the matches as her carpet easily lit up like the forth of July. She trembled, still frozen in the spot, she didn't want to be a servant, but soon she could feel the heat of the rapidly growing fire as she turned and followed him, going out the door, once she reached the grass, she decided to try to make a run for it. Perhaps, just maybe, if her calculations were correct, the cops were about seven more blocks away, maybe, if she sprinted, she could catch them in the middle at four blocks and get away from the deranged lunatic who was taking her as a servant. She'd been a servant to her husband, she didn't want to be a servant, especially for someone she knew nothing about , all she knew was that he was an assassin, and though, she knew that it was a risk to run with an assassin standing just five feet from her, or less, it was hard to determine. Though, as soon as her bare feet touched the grass she was off and sprinting, a scream piercing from her lungs, in a high pitched octave that almost sounded like, HELP!! Though, she knew that it was dangerous to try to run on New York streets as you never knew what you could be running on pavement, concrete, shattered glass, or beer, it was a mixture from the people in New York that got smashed and then threw bottles down the street. She had to try, it was her only hope, she just hoped that some of her neighbors were home and had heard her scream. She made it to the pavement and still at a full sprint, she dived onto it, gritting her teeth against the sharp pang of gravel and glass as she saw lights from the neighboring houses flicked on and her heart fluttered in hope. Perhaps, she would get help from Mrs. Jenkins, an elderly woman who lived with her husband in the house just across from hers. Mrs. Jenkins walked out and her heart dropped, being elderly it was hard for her to see at night, perhaps harder for her to see her assailant and hard for her to hear, but as New York was a city of night life, most of her neighbors young and middle aged were out on the city, so Rebecca knew she had to try to get to the cops before he got to her. She let out another piercing scream as sprinted, her feet getting cut by the shards of glass and gravel that lay scattered on the street as she made it one block, trying to put more distance between herself and Rathiel.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

She wanted it the hard way! Rethiel took off after Rebecca with unnerving swiftness. Always one to play with his food Rethiel drew one of his pistols and fired off a spray of shots around Rebecca, taking careful aim to ensure none would actually hit her. At this point any concerns of collateral damage or secrecy was out the window. It was time to have fun. Besides, little did Rebecca know she was running straight for one of his safe houses. About a mile away located down a particularly shady looking alley there was a lone corrugated steel garage door, the only entrance to the small property Rethiel had bought years ago to serve as somewhere to hide should he need to hide within the city. Right next to the sprawling subway network the property was easy to come and go to without attracting even the littlest bit of attention. Perhaps he'd even invite some of the guys over to take a look at his newest trophy! Look with their eyes naturally...Rethiel was the jealous hoarding type and didn't let anybody touch what was his. Yes, he would herd her there like a lost little sheep. Besides, the way her ass swayed when she ran was most enticing! As Rethiel ran he began to think of just what he was going to do to that curvacious body once he'd cornered her. Relishing the chase Rethiel ran faster, but kept pace with her once he was within ten feet of Rebecca. At this point Rethiel made it a point to breathe loudly and make as much noise as possible while running, wanting to terrify the nude woman as much as possible. Most onlookers would be too stunned to react at the sight of a stark naked woman being chased by a masked man, probably thinking it was some kind of crazy internet stunt in the filming. Rethiel would run her down and then drag her through the street and teach her the terrible price of disobedience.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca let out a yelp, breathless, and labored from the running as he shot at her, and she hopped a bit in her step, stumbling slightly as her feet left small trails of blood along the road from the small cuts that the glass and gravel left in the soles of her feet. She desperately wished she was clothed as the commotion caused people to come out of their houses as she ran, but she was at a full sprint, so she doubted that they saw much, perhaps just a blur skin and then a blur of black. Her heart was pounding and her long, raven, black locks becoming matted with the thin film of sweat that gathered along her forehead. She could hear him behind her, his breath and his pounding footsteps as she whimpered out in fear, though it was breathless. She wanted to scream again, but she knew that if she screamed again, it would drain the energy that she had in reserves to run and sprint. So she just kept focused, and sprinted, pushing herself harder, desperate to get away from him. Little did she know though that she was being herded into a corner, into a place that he kept in the city so that he could hide. She was just desperate to get away as she finally mustered up the energy, she let out another piercing scream, terrified that he would catch her and kill her.......or.....or worse, what could be worse? She trembled and shuddered as her mind and imagination told her what could be worse and she kept sprinting, though, she was slowly losing energy, sprinting a tad slower than she had been before, and with each passing second, each passing moment, sprinting slower and slower as she lost more energy. She tried to push herself harder, but her lungs were burning and she begin to stumble a few times as she tried to keep sprinting, afraid and terrified of what he would do to her if he were to catch her.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca was still panicked, running, not really paying attention to where she was going, she supposed anywhere away from him. She heard him pulling away and back up, and she wondered if she had won the fight, if he was letting her go. She suddenly felt a shiver of fear run down her spine just a second before something heavy crashed into her from behind. What was it? Before she could figure out what it was, it seemed to wrapped and coil around her body and then it hit her what it was, it was a bola, she had seen them used in movies. She whimpered out in fear, she was completely bound and down on the ground as she heard footsteps beside her. She snapped at the man, Don't you dare touch me! But he did, as he bent down to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder. She suddenly saw the streets and her mouth went dry, the scream she was planning on letting out, dying instantly as she saw how desolate and empty the streets were. How did that happen? One moment she was running down streets of lit houses, of businesses, of people, and now.....now this ? It....it baffled her, she had been herded just like a sheep to a empty and desolate road and alley. She trembled as he carried her to his hide-out and then she yelped as she felt him slap her bottom, one of the few points along her bottom that wasn't covered by the tightly coiled rope. She trembled, her cheeks flushing a deep red of humiliation as he carried her inside. She looked around the darkened front entry way and then, she cried out again as her head hit the first rafter. She ducked her head down as they went downstairs, hating the fact that she had to lay her head against his back to keep her head from banging against the rafters as she trembled at the whistling tune, wondering what his plans for her was. She lost her breath as she was roughly dropped onto a pool table and she groaned as she tried to catch her breath. She squirmed in the tightly coiled rope, but to no avail as she tilted her head up, trying to see what he was doing as she looked around the room, it seemed like a man-cave and she shuddered at the scene that her imagination played out as her eyes darted back over to him. She could feel her sore, aching feet, still bleeding as he came over and flipped her over. She whimpered as she squirmed in the ropes as her lips became covered in her own blood as he spoke to her. She flinched at his sharp words and the warning that they held. She felt her heart plummet at the thought of what he would do to her, how he would punish her and she whimpered as she knew she had no choice but to do as he said. She was bound and helpless and so she shuddered, convulsing at the iron tasting liquid as she started to lick it up, trembling violently as she licked up the puddle beneath her, convulsing again, and dry heaving on the taste as she did
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca swallowed hard as she heard him and she squirmed again, unable to move as she bit her bottom lip, tilting her head up from the felt of the pool table, to let her chin come to rest upon the felt as she trembled violently. She couldn't believe this. How had things gone so wrong? She felt her gut clench and tighten with fear as she heard his next comment and then saw him get up, and take off the mask. She let out a soft, quiet gasp, not wanting for him to hear her, but as she saw him, he was handsome , almost terrifyingly so. She bit her bottom lip and chewed on it as she heard him moving around the bar, though, her vision was limited by her position on the table and so she couldn't see what he was doing. Then he came back into sight, sitting down on the edge of the table with a medical kit, her heart stuttered as she thought, hoped that he would help her, that he would tend to her wounds so that they wouldn't get infected. Then her eyes widened slightly as she saw the tweezers and saw him pondering, fear made her gut clench and twist again as she turned her head away from him, trying to imagine life without legs. She felt her heart leap into her throat as she heard the TV click on and she turned her attention there, her heart pounding as she heard his question about murder. She felt a shiver run through her body as she bit her bottom lip, before mumbling, Not so good, I feel terrible, I.....I didn't want to do it, but.... She hesitated, why would she be talking to this stranger as if he was an acquaintance, why would she share the regret with him, but deeper down, the small relief and satisfaction of revenge and of killing her husband. She kept quiet, not wanting to admit to herself or anyone else that, in fact, revenge had been satisfying. She listened to the news, her heart becoming heavier and heavier with dread and fear as a lump formed in her throat. She now knew that she could never go back to the outside, or real world, not without being convicted of a crime, but everyone thought she was dead anyway and perhaps it was better that way. It became hard to swallow and a quiet sob left her throat as guilt, regret, misery and fear all caved in and clashed together within her, as her sobs became slightly louder and tears streamed down her face as she tilted her head again, not wanting to have to lick her own tears from the felt, she tilted it, so that none would fall onto the table as she sobbed and cried softly, tremors wracking through her body at what was to become of her, being trapped here with this...... this man, Rathiel , though she didn't know his name yet, and didn't know much about him at all, but she couldn't possibly return to her old life, her friends and everyone she was close to all thought she was dead and she no longer existed in her old life, or in the world. The realization made her sob harder, as tears streamed down her face, her cheeks flushed as she tried to stop crying, not wanting to show herself as weak and vulnerable, event though, she knew that she was, at this moment.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

And the soul mourns it's own passing. Seeing Rebecca weep as realization dawned on her almost...Almost stirred something in Rethiel. Something of a past long forgotten, something human that Rethiel had killed so long ago. Death was a concept that fascinated the assassin. How many faces had he worn? How many identities had he assumed? Perhaps the eternal soul was much the same, moving from alias to alias, life to life throughout time. If that was the case Rethiel had died many deaths and experienced many rebirths in his life. Fifteen long years he'd been in the business of paid murder. Only when we lose it all do we find ourselves... Where had he heard that quote? Rethiel could not remember when or where, but the words had always proven true. Men had wept before the assassin, promised him power and status in exchange for their petty lives. Others had faced their end with silent courage and acceptance, understanding that Rethiel's coming was not personal. Their actions had wrought their end, Rethiel merely the reaper's harbinger. Others still tried to run, or fight the assassin and were denied final revelation. It was only during a man's final moments that he showed his true colors, those last few minutes could redeem a soul or condemn it. Though this death is not the end, not the final release. The tweezers were picked up and then Rethiel began the slow process of picking out various debris from the wound. Each movement was precise and measured, though Rethiel did make the effort to grind each shard of glass or pebble just a little in the wound, twisting the cold sharp metal of the tweezers against Rebecca's flesh as a small reminder of the suffering disobedience brought. When the various cuts and gashes were finally completely clear of foreign matter Rethiel retrieved a bottle of antiseptic alcohol and a two heavy bandages. Rebecca was fortunate that none of the cuts were deep enough to require stitching. Rethiel emptied the bottle of antiseptic into a bowl packed away in the medical kit and then set the rags to soak, allowing five minutes or so to pass. Rethiel retrieved a small rag from the kit, dipped it in the antiseptic and began to rinse the wounds. Once sufficiently clean Rethiel wrapped Rebecca's feet fully in the dripping bandages, fastening them with provided clips to ensure they would stay in place. The bandages were thick enough to allow Rebecca to walk with the aid of crutches, though the steps would be quite painful for the next couple of days.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca trembled and then through the sobs, a whimper of pain came as she felt the stinging of the twisting, metal tweezers against her wounds along her feet. She finally managed to stop crying, seeing as crying wasn't going to help her situation as she whimpered again in pain, trembling slightly. Was he....he pushing the tweezers in on purpose ? She realized he was and she whimpered, tilting her head back down as she squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, though, it was still endurable and then she felt him stop and wipe her feet with antiseptic as she whimpered again, feeling the stinging making sure to clean the wounds inside and out as she bit her bottom lip again as he bandaged her feet. She would be stuck here, with perhaps, if she were lucky, the aid of crutches to help her move. She bit her bottom lip as the stinging stopped and she chewed on it as she finally braced herself and asked the question she was dreading to ask, how......how exactly will I service you? She asked tentatively, she was dreading the answer and it was hard for her to say service, because, just as she had thought she would be free from it, free from her last tormentor, her husband, here she was picked up by another tormentor and forced back into the mental restraints she had worn for the last two years. Speaking of restraints, she was still bound, though she had also stopped struggling, seeing as the coils of rope were tight and unforgiving in the release of her. She looked at him, tilting her head slightly to the right as she was still on her stomach. Though, she shifted uneasily, uncomfortably as she begin to feel her arms tingling. They were falling asleep from her body weight as she squirmed again, then stopped as she looked up at him, and then she took a deep breath as she asked, can you untie........untie me now......S.....Sir? It was difficult for her to say Sir to a man who had her bound and had her stark naked before him, but she thought, perhaps, if she said it, it might help her get what she wanted and she wanted to be untied. She shifted again as she swallowed hard, biting her lower lip and chewing on it again.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

You will act as my secretary and sign off on ledgers I prepare as my accountant. You will also be responsible for keeping the estate clean and orderly and performing any other duties I assign to you and following any other instructions given, including entertaining guests when I have them over. In response to her request Rethiel cleared off the pool table and then stood, turning to face her. Rethiel pulled Rebecca down so that her hips were hanging off the edge of the table and he unwound the bola, squeezing it's sides so that the internal gears retracted the cord to it's shortest length. Rethiel threw the Bola onto the couch and then placed a hand in the small of Rebecca's back, holding her down in the event she tried another hare-brained escape. While holding her pinned Rethiel spread Rebecca's legs, taking his time inspecting her most intimate of parts. She'd acknowledged her new position in life and so Rethiel felt it was time to reward her. Two long, strong fingers started to stroke the soft outer flesh of Rebecca's womanhood, fingers occasionally dipping the slightest bit inside her. The nimble digits moved in a clockwise motion, more pressure applied as they grazed along the hood of her clit. Once or twice Rethiel's fingers lingered on the fleshy bud, tweaking it between thumb and forefinger as a cruel tease. The touch was surprisingly gentle for something so blatantly unwarranted, the touch of a kind that would make Rebecca's body fight her mind. The sexual drive was an amazing and powerful thing and could make fools of us all when properly provoked. This was just breaking the ice, Rethiel had all sorts of devices for sexual torment hidden away in the adjoining chamber. Breaking in a new servant was always so much fun, Rethiel couldn't help but grow aroused as he thought of all the sordid little games he would play with Rebecca. Exercises designed to strip away resolve and shatter willpower, by the time Rethiel was done he was sure the woman would be an obedient thrall who saw no purpose in life other than being rewarded by her master. Some would call the act brainwashing, Rethiel termed it 'repurposing'. It was amazing how the subconscious mind formed connections to outside stimuli, especially the Pavlovian response. Just about anything could be trained to react to a Pavlovian trigger, it just took proper training. For all of humanity's higher thinking it was astounding how little sway the human mind held over it's basic instincts. A person could easily be broken down to the mentality of an animal, regressed and then rebuilt into a more suitable mindset. Military basic training was a prime example of such psychological warfare, though Rethiel had drills of very different sorts planned for Rebecca. First he'd need her to accept the spare identity he had filed away. Rebecca would have to learn and swear by a new name, birth place, even a vague life story including a fake college education from a small community college. Getting the woman to understand and embrace a new persona would be quite an amusing struggle!
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Rebecca bit her bottom lip as she listened to him, and she swallowed hard, but the one duty that popped out at her was entertaining guests . What did he mean by entertainment? She decided she didn't want to know until she did that duty and she squirmed as he pulled her down so that her hips were hanging off the end of the table. She sighed in relief as the cords retracted and freed her from the bonds as she stretched out her arms and then she felt a hand on the small of her back, pressing weight down on her so she couldn't stand up, and all she could do was squirm. She felt him spread her legs as her eyes widened and she tried to shut them again, even trying to cross them, but he just spread them again. She whimpered as she felt humiliation at being completely exposed to him. Then, the whimper turned into a moan as she felt his fingers expertly working her up down there. She shook her head, her mind becoming clouded with endorphins as she tried to fight off her bodies reactions. She knew it was morally wrong to enjoy the touch of a man she met only an hour ago, of a man she hardly knew anything about, a man she didn't even know the name as of yet. She moaned out again as she squirmed and moaned, trying to cross her legs again, and to make him stop, though, as he kept going, she could feel her juices beginning to drip down his fingers and down her inner thighs and she moaned out again as she squirmed, struggled and tried to cross her legs again.
Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Isn't it amazing how the body can encourage something the mind rejects? The words were spoken with cruel amusement behind them, Rethiel working his fingers around her core with more and more force, gaining speed with each pass. Two fingers slipped inside her, searching for and stroking the sweetest of spots while his thumb continued oppressing her clit, working it in deep, slow circles. The attention would cut short before Rebecca could come to a climax, fingers hovering less than an inch from her and waiting for Rebecca to beg for release. Rethiel planned on sexually frustrating the woman to the point of tears, to arouse her beyond the capacity for logic. Once that was achieved the wicked games would begin, Rebecca hopefully becoming a slave to her own baser instincts. This reward was hardly such, any shadow of pleasure Rebecca's body felt on a chemical level would surely be drowned out by her rational brain...The entire purpose of this act. Feeling unusually sadistic Rethiel removed his hand from Rebecca's back and caught Rebecca's hair just below the base of her skull, pulling to force her to look directly into one of the many security cameras located throughout the hideaway. Yes, her torture was being filmed, recorded and immortalized. Rethiel was now leaning against her, using his body weight to keep her pinned whilst she was assaulted, iron grip forcing her to stare straight into the camera.