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Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

Even without looking at him, she could tell he was coming close to reaching his climax soon. As the warmth of his seed flooded her internal walls, she clenched her eyes shut to stop the tears that would not cease in falling. To know that part the proof of his pleasure was lingering within her body made her sick, her stomach churning with nausea. When he finally pulled himself off of her, she felt free for a moment, though she was still a prisoner in his apartment. He mocked her again, poked fun at her with the pride of what he had done. And when she thought he couldn't get any worse, he had the audacity to inquire as to if she liked it. Arm moved away, falling to the ground to help push herself into a sitting position. She felt his fingers pinching at her nipples, but the fire in her tear-stained green eyes showed she didn't care. She wouldn't touch him, though she wanted to rip his head from his shoulders. Did I like it? She spat, dirty blond hair falling into her face. Would you like it if some stranger forced himself on you and hurt you even though you begged him not to? Well, you'll soon find out when you go to prison! It was those words that pushed her over the edge, both hands coming to cup over her face as she sobbed uncontrollably into them. Her body shook violently from head to toe, knees coming up to press to her chest as if to secure herself from him.
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

Come on baby, you know you liked it at least a little bit. he said with a laugh as he stood to his feet and looked around the room with his manhood still hung out of the jeans ever so casually. Well, I'm hungry. Do you want something to eat? he asked, staring her down as the camera was turned off and tucked into his pocket as he made his way towards the kitchen. His manhood was also tucked into his pats as he pulled open the fridge door and his head was stuck inside, to reveal an almost empty fridge. Hmm. the sound escaped his mouth as he pulled open the bottom compartment and pulled out a little red apple. But as he stood up, he seen her sitting there hugging herself. Sure the man felt bad for the poor girl, but he wouldn't be able to show his weakness anymore, that he knew. Don't feel bad, your pussy felt great. escaped his mouth as he took a seat back up on the couch infront of her. Sorry, it's not very good. S
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

Rachel hated this sick, sadistic freak that had abducted her from the perfect world she lived in. He'd robbed her of the innocence that made her who she was, snatching away her identity like it was nothing more than paper dreams. Somehow, she was able to control the audible cries, her chest heaving in silence now. She pulled her flushed face from her knees, looking up at him with disbelief. Of course she had no appetite, though his decency in offering seemed out of character for a kidnapper. Eyes followed him, ears catching every crude remark he made. She didn't know what to do so she remained huddled on his floor, arms trying to cover up her nakedness. Fingers came to the gold necklace pressed against her chest, the etched words feeling as though they may burn through her skin. She looked around his apartment, noticing how rundown the place seemed to be. He didn't know her, nor did he understand how much of a heart the seemingly spoiled princess had. If she hadn't been ravaged and abused by him, she would have felt sorry for him. C-can I go home now? Please? You have your video. . . what more could you need from me? She asked as nicely as she could, her voice shaking.
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

Through the sounds of his bites and the crunching of the shiny red apple, he looked down at her in a very monotone voice he said No, I'm sorry but I can't let you go home. Not yet... . The words were barely audible and adrenalin was pumping through his veins like he had never experienced before. After looking around the dark apartment for several minutes, his eyes turned to the clock mounted high on the apartment walls, it was well after midnight and the room was dark. You will sleep in the spare room, tied up so that you do not escape. his words were almost angry, scared or some other emotion he could not exactly pinpoint at the time of the event. His mind was left wandering his current condition, circumstance and situation. Although he wasn't exactly a smart man, he wasn't stupid either and wasn't raised in a rich home. Many of the kids he knew as a child were now in prison, or even dead from stupid things they've done. Thoughts went through his mind, thoughts of what he should do next, which was a complete mystery to him. At first he thought he should knock her out and leave her in the middle of the woods somewhere, then he thought of dumping her in the next state, several small plans ran through his head ranging from innocently dropping her off at her home then taking off too well, killing her. Even though he wasn't completely sure of what his next move was, he knew he would have to play it smart. He could either make more videos, kill her, drop her off somewhere or just keep her around the house... what to do what to do...?
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

She hadn't expected him to actually agree to letting her go, but her heart dropped in her chest just the same. His last words, not yet, seemed hopeful and in her situation, hope was all she had to cling to. Rachel wanted to fight him, but she would cause no more trouble for the night. If he was going to tie her up and keep her, she had no choice but to comply for the moment. Who knew what would happen if she didn't. . . The two of them sat in mostly silence, except for the sounds of his teeth biting into the juicy fruit. Her swollen red eyes observed him, taking note of every mannerism he executed. Of the two, she knew she was definitely the more intelligent, which was the only advantage she had. There was a crazed look in his eye that told her to keep her composure. She wouldn't push him in asking to go home as that may provoke him. The teenager knew that the outcome of this situation could be the loss of her life, but when that time came, she would stand up to him. For now, though, she would further her survival by being complacent. No matter how calm she tried to portray herself, the truth was she was terrified beyond belief. The vital organ beneath her ribcage thumped so harshly against her chest walls that she actually feared it may break free from her bones. There was a sheen of perspiration glistening on her body, yet she trembled from the cold. Her arms and legs were wrapped so tightly around herself that the circulation was affected, tainting her skin a light purple hue. She rocked back and forth slightly, a song silently playing in her head. M-maybe if you t-tell me what you're going to do to me, it won't be so bad. You know, if I'm prepared. She whispered, chin coming to a rest on her folded arms.
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

With a sigh and a groan, the man stared the girl down. He could tell that she was scared and cold, maybe that was a good thing and maybe it wasn't. He'd only ever seen it in movies, and in the movies the bad guy always got caught and sent to jail or even killed at the end. The thought of being sent to prison sent a chill down his spine, he would be placed in a situation much like he had placed the girl in, which doesn't seem like a very comforting situation to be in judging by her current stance. Well, I'm just going to make some more videos. Then put them on the internet, and make sure that your father gets them... watches them and is crushed. he told her in a very calm voice as he passed what was left of the apple down to the girl in case she was hungry. Would you like a bite? he asked her the apple left his hand and was dropped down by her feet on the carpet, not caring much if she would take the apple or not.
Thread: Daddy's Little Angel (Autumn and Zombiie cont'd)

They'd have no way of knowing that both of them were contemplating the same ideas. He seemed too impulsive, which was far more dangerous than someone who spent countless hours executing the perfect plan. She knew that he wasn't the type to want to be imprisoned, which eliminated the only option for him in which they both were safe. Rachel had a good idea of where they were, which put more pressure on him because if he slipped up for even one moment, she would have the chance to tell someone where she was. Ultimately, she could see only two outcomes either she was freed in a situation that ended his life or the blood shed would be hers and he no one would ever suspect him. The thought brought more tears to her eyes, though she tried hard not to let them fall. Rachel had a reputation that was important to her. She was rich, beautiful, smart, talented, and considered a relatively good girl. She was popular and loved by all, respected because she didn't rub her wealth into the faces of other people. The humiliation of those videos were condemning, unbearable even. In some ways, she would rather face death than have to spend the rest of her life knowing what this man had taken away from her. Pride was her obvious fault, but it was something directly inherited from her father. The man didn't understand how devastating what he was doing was to her, the only innocent in the situation. If that is your choice in vengeance, you picked it well. I'm not sure he'll even want me back after this. She held her breath, looking up at him. It wasn't fair that she was paying for her father's mistakes, but she would handle it the best to her ability. When the apple fell, she watched in silence as it thumped to the floor. Eyes shifted from the fruit to her clothes on the floor. Could I please get dressed now?
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

The war with the elves had ended no more than half a year ago. Lives had been lost in that war one of the lives being the elder prince of the kingdom of Devras. He had been sent in to fight in the name of the kingdom in place of his father, for reasons of the Kings waning health. He had been taught only tactics and had little in ways of battle training, and because of this they had won the war in the last battle, but he had lost his life. Now the king and queen were left with only one heir, their 17 year old son Kaleo. Before the war they had been focusing on his training for tactics and politics, but with the events of the war, he had begun his focus of training on battle and weapons mastery. At the end of the war with the elves cornered and offered a ceasefire with the terms of merging the two families, Kaleo had found himself engaged to an elven princess, a beautiful young woman. She had found herself in their castle with an elven escort just a few weeks prior. When the young prince had lain eyes on her he knew what a treasure his kingdom had truly won. However, he had not much time to think about this since he had found himself in the Knights courtyard, thrown into the sparing ring by the Knight Commander Rayne with one of the newer recruits. He had been given little protection while his opponent had been given at least leather armor. Ser Rayne, I see not the fairness in this. It's not a matter of fairness my prince, it is a matter of learning how to fight an opponent better armored than yourself. Is this really necessary? He asks turning his back to his opponent. I wouldn't do that if I were you. The Commander warns just as the new recruit runs up behind Kaleo and strikes him across his head with the pommel of the practice sword.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

Princess Eowyn, daughter of the Elven King Silverleaf, had been given over to the humans as some sort bartering chip. Instead of being treated like the royalty she was, she was being treated like some piece of land like an object. This was something completely barbaric, sadistic, and made her worth reduced to what someone else thought of her beauty. Many times she had protested but her father flatly refused her pleads. Apparently it was more important to him that the Kingdom know peace. He told her that it was for the good of her kingdom. The day she had arrived at her new home was the most miserable day of her life. She had been dressed in finery and yet she felt like more of a captive. The weeks she had spent in the castle had her locked away in her room self inflicted of course. Although she was being forced to marry him, she did not have to interact with him or any of his family. That wasnt in the peace treaty. Only her going to that dreadful place to be bound to that human brat prince. As she walked the grounds, during a time she was sure that they would be empty, she spotted her fianc having a sparring match. It was with amusement that she approached the action that was happening. Normally she would not go near him with a ten foot pole but it was with pleasure this time around he was getting knocked around. The sunlight glinted off of her raven hair, making it shine so brightly it nearly had a navy tone. Its thick waves rippled over her shoulders and towards the small of her back. Her shining white gown clung to the curves of her body and the skirts rippled behind her. Bright violet eyes shone against a crystal and silver diadem perched on her regal head. Some of the newer soldiers stopped in their sparring to stare at her. Some got whacked by their more observant and dedicated partners.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

Kaleo ignored the knock to his head as he saw the princess venture into the courtyard. He hadn't seen her leave her room for days, a few days he had waited outside her door, not disturbing her to see if she would come out. He had been trying to figure out how to approach her. He thought maybe his training might be something he could use to impress her, he had always been told of stories from his mother of women who admire a man who can fight, defend himself, and show his prowess. He looked at her as the light shone on her, in his mind if art could walk and breathe, no artists in the land could capture the beauty on canvas. He picked his sparring sword from off the ground and looked at the Knight Commander. Alright, if that is how you wish to teach me Ser Rayne, then so be it. He twisted around trying to shove his pommel into the side of his sparring partner. The man had jumped back to avoid the shot to his kidney. Good, good, if you can dodge you don't need armor! Learn this from him Kaleo watch his movements as you fight! The young prince took off his shoes and stepped onto the dirt sparring circle barefoot, the dirt hot under his feet from the heat of the day. The dirt shifted as he put pressure down with his forefoot and kicked himself off towards his partner. The man swung and Kaleo blocked with the flat of the practice blade and reinforced the steadiness with his free hand against the back of the flat. He took one foot up and shot it forward to kick his partner in the knee, the man however quickly slid back, leaving Kaleo to more or less stomp a foot down on the ground missing his target. The match continued like this for several minutes, with Kaleo staying on the offensive and blocking his opponents counters just barely. He had taken blows to the chest and three blows to each of his legs. With the pain in his legs his opponents last move found Kaleo on his back with the blade of the practice sword to his neck. Do you concede my prince? the sparring partner asked. Fighters of Devras never surrender. Kaleo stated as he thrust a foot into the mans sternum. In retaliation the opponent dragged the tip of the dull blade against the prince's neck. And that is the killing blow my prince, this sparring fight is over. Had this fight been real you would have died three times over my prince. It is admirable you live up to our creed of death before surrender, but as royalty if you find yourself at the tip of a blade, surrender is better than death. You can negotiate if you surrender and escape with your life and continue the line, something your brother refused to learn from me.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

Eowyn laughed a very musical and lyrical laugh as the dull blade went across the princes neck. If only that was real! Then she would have been able to go back home and marry for love instead of this joke of a peace treaty. Now she could revel in the fact of his defeat and possible humiliation. The princess had no idea if he had took shame in defeat he had expressed how took it in surrender. That was certainly an enjoyable show of force, my lord, she said to the prince as she bent her knees. The crack of her ample cleavage deepened at the movement. A few of the other soldiers stopped to stare but remembered that they were to keep to their sparring and, most importantly, that she was a woman who belonged to their prince. Staring at her too long could end in death. One or two snickered at her remark and she smiled a lovely and disarming smile. It was good to know that some understood her words were supposed to be scathing. Without another word she turned gracefully around and sought the shade of the overhang. It was the outside hallway that lead towards her chambers. Again she was going to sit inside and wait for a servant to fetch her for the next meal. Her hips swayed as she walked away and she was giggling at his expense.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

He scowled at her comment, he knew he failed at the fight, he could have done better. He hated fighting with practice swords, he preferred a polearm, that's what he learned with first. I'd rather you speak without venom in your words princess. If you have an opinion of me or my training, speak it clearly. he said with disdain in his voice. One more round, this time I won't use this. Commander, I request use of the practice pole. It's been a week since I've trained with it. It would be unwise for me to become rusty with it. Are you sure you are good to go again my prince? The Knight commander asked pulling a wooden pole about five feet in length from the racks. Yes I'm sure. I'll make her swallow her venomous words. Both tossed the weapons to one another catching each. His opponent looked at him and said, Are you sure, I hit your legs rather hard my lord. I would not want harm you further. Don't treat me like a child! He held the pole in a fighting pose and moved forward thrusting it forward going for a jugular sweep with the front end where a spear head usually would be. The man ducked back and knocked the pole up with the fake blade avoiding the sweep. No one insults my pride he muttered to himself. He brought the pole around for a lower leg sweep which his opponent jumped to dodge, however he retaliated by bringing it up in an upward diagonal slash slapping the man across the chest. First strike to the Prince. the Commander yelled. When his opponent had recovered himself on the ground he pulled himself away from the defensive and started advancing swinging his blade with the trained finesse of a Devran Knight. Kaleo moved, blocked and dodged most assaults. Save for two to his chest which the Commander called two hits on his opponent. The fight continued like this, Kaleo had been infuriated by what the elven princess said, she was beautiful but a beauty does not give reason for such malice. The end of the fight drew near as Kaleo thrusted forward catching the Knight square in the chest, pulled the pole around hit him in both knees, ducked under a side swing and got the pole behind the mans knees and tripped him up and placed the end firmly on his chest. Do you concede? I concede my prince.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

So he was going to fight another round. Instead of heading for the safety of the passage she instead walked towards the shade of the large tree that was right outside of the sparring pit. The sun was particularly hard on her nearly white skin. Her kind were more prone to coming out during twilight and early evening. My prince, she called out, mocking his title through the tone of her voice. A smirk crossed her lips and she continued innocently. I thought that my meaning was clear enough. Though I am sure that you will do well this time around you have my upmost faith. Eowyn was not going to stop making those verbal slices against him. There was nothing stating that she HAD to be a doting and devoting fianc. Just because she was forced to live her and endure that culture with no family or companions, did not mean she was going to be a content little house cat. Sensitive ears picked up on his words and she laughed once more. Of course, my prince, of course. Though, as the fight went on, her smug sense of satisfaction deflated he was not faltering in the least and, in fact, was gaining the upper hand! A scowl crept along her features and she thoroughly disliked that he was able to turn it around. By the end of the fight she was not feeling nearly as confident. He was supposed to be incompetent so she could discredit him. Hmph! she exclaimed as she stood from beneath the tree. If that was how it was going to be then she was going to simply return to her rooms. Perhaps even have a nice and relaxing soak while one of the servant girls rubbed oils in to her skin. Yes. That sounded quite pleasant. You were amazing, my lord. Hopefully your skill with blade will soon surpass it. The enemy rarely attacks with wooden sticks.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

The Knight commander looked from the princess to the prince and waved him his dismissal. Kaleo opened a gate at one end of the ring and walked over to the princess. My skills will get better. They have to be if I am to take my father's throne. My brother lost his life to your people because of his lack of knowledge with a weapon. Enemies may not fight with sticks, but with sticks they train, from sticks they move to steel. He wiped the sweat from his brow as the day's sun continued to beat down on him. Perhaps we should go inside my lady. I would not want someone as delicate as yourself to allow the sun to harm such tender skin. He escorted her into the halls of the castle, but fell behind once inside. I do not appreciate such mockery in front of the men I train with. One day I'll be the one to lead them in battle as my brother did, and I do not want any of them recalling that the woman I am sworn to marry degraded me in front of them. You have been here for weeks and I hear naught a word from you except for your display of words outside.
Thread: The Spoils of War  (Legion and Vivid Fizz)

By his tone, Eowyn knew that she had displeased him, but she hardly cared. Why should she? There was nothing that she owed him. It was him and his awful father that had tore her away from the heart of her homeland to be there. She hardly cared that it was her people that killed his brother. Much more Elven blood had been spilled than human. If she had siblings, who is to say how many could have been fodder for the war? Quietly she followed him back towards her rooms. Though she would prefer if he had simply left her when he had escorted her back inside. And I do not appreciate being in a foreign land with no friends and being forced to marry the prince of those who murdered my people, she hissed back. If he wanted her to speak, then she would. There was a good chance that he would not like what he heard from her. All I want is for the marriage to happen. We will have one night of awkward and likely terrible nuptials and then I will be able to get on with what life I can here. I care little for your reputation here. These arent my people why should I show worry for what they think about you? The beautiful elven princess began to walk away from him. Her nimble legs moved quickly. Her aim was to get to her room before he could follow her. There would likely be anger in him from what she said and she did not want to deal with his wailing. Eowyn had already had to hear his complaining.