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Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Gabriel let his food and wine sit for a moment as he looked upon Camelia. He had been used to deprivations of all sorts throughout his life, and to wait a few moments to eat was nothing. But he had rarely, if ever, beheld a creature as lovely as the one seated to his right. After taking in her fair skin, balanced features, and silky brown locks for a few moments, he bit into the delicious pork loin that had been placed before him by a faithful servant. Looking around, he saw that his men were all having a wonderful time, eating, yelling, joking, and swearing like mad. How is your meal, my lady? Gabriel asked, with a slight turn of his body towards her. After dinner, I'm going to have some of my servants help you prepare for your duties, and perhaps I'll give you a personal tour of some of my favorite parts here, he grinned at her. He didn't really say much more to her about what was in store, the rest of his comments during the meal mainly consisting of some offhand remarks to her about the food. Once he had finished eating, he stood up, his tall, lean frame looming over the large table. Once the voices hushed down, he spoke. You will have to excuse me, my loyal companions. I am off to bathe properly and rest. I thank you for your service on our last campaign, and I wish you all a safe journey to your respective homes. Please, stay, and enjoy my libations as long as you like. My servants will attend to any needs you all may have the rest of the evening. With that, he grabbed Camelia by the elbow, and pulled her up, not-so-subtly encouraging her out of her seat. Come with me, he said with a firm smile. Leading her past the kitchen, where servants scurried about, he led her through two more ornately decorated rooms, into a parlor of sorts, where a burly, matronly looking woman awaited. She had black hair up in a bun, and a big scowl on her face. At her side was a younger, blond haired girl, a bit on the plump side herself. Malota, he said, nodding to the former, and Isolda will be taking you to prepare you for your service here, he said to Camelia, giving a nod to the two female servants. 'Malota', the older of the two, took a hold of Camelia by the elbow. Come with us, she huffed. Gabriel, meanwhile, had been telling the truth when he'd said he was looking forward to a nice warm bath.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Camelia was acutely aware of his staring at her until the food was allocated to their plates. Back home, men looked at her yes, but never in such a way. She couldn't decide how it made her feel, though. Nervous, perhaps. Anxious. All almost unpleasant things. But, he looked away and left her to her food, which she diligently tended to with an empty stomach. The feast was like any she'd been to before, save that she knew no one and had nothing to talk about... not a particularly bad problem to have when someone was hungry. The food was delicious, of course, and when he turned to ask her how it was, she answered with a resoundingly firm, It's very good, thank you. She set down her cutlery to listen to him politely, nodding once before picking her meal back up. She was diligent until he stood, and she again put her things down before taking a quick sip and turning her attention to Gabriel. Seeing him stand, tall and rugged before and almost over her made a weird chill run down her back, which she stifled with a delicate cough into the back of her hand. What a peculiar reaction to get from seeing a notably handsome man stand up. Perhaps it was the lighting. Whatever it was, Camelia shrugged it off easily just as he took her by the elbow and lifted her from the seat. Though surprised for such an abrupt command, she followed up quickly to avoid stumbling. By the time they arrived at the other room, she was completely flustered, wondering why Gabriel would want her to start preparing for duties directly after dinner and, more importantly, a long day of riding. Of course, he'd want her to start as soon as possible, but really, couldn't she rest some beforehand? When they stopped, she caught her bearings just long enough to register the pair of women and be caught at the elbow again. She gave a confused look to the lord, but before she could make a protest Malota began to drag her from the room. With no other option but to follow her elbow, Camelia hurried along beside the two servants. In a whirlwind of rooms and doors, she found herself in another room elsewhere in the manor, and completely discombobulated now. Please, slow down. I'm willing to cooperate if you tell me what to do, she offered, calming her spinning head.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Malota stopped the procession, letting go of Camelia, once they had entered a dark, large room in the back of the manor. The room had a large bathtub on the side which had already been filled with water. However, the room did not have the appearance of one simply used for bathing. Candles were lit all around the perimeter of the room, and the walls were decorated with tapestries and sculptures. There was a large, empty space in the center of the room, and several tables to the side with hairbrushes and other familiar beauty tools, as well as many flasks and jars filled with various creams and ointments. We're going to do what needs to be done whether you cooperate or not, Malota said sternly, staring at her in the center of the room. In the bright candlelight, an unpleasant looking mole was visible on her chin. But we'll give you a chance to cooperate, I suppose. While she was uttering the latter sentence, Isolda had already slipped in behind Camelia, and began untying her dress quickly, as if she'd done it plenty of times before, while Malota looked on, as the 'enforcer'. Once it was untied, Isolda moved to unpin her soft brown hair, while Malota began pulling Camelia out of the dress. Isolda held Camelia by the shoulders as Malota pulled everything off her petite frame. Go, and stand in the tub, Malota ordered, pointing in that direction, once Camelia was completely stripped down. Gabriel, meanwhile, had retired to his private bathroom, and quickly washed several days grime off his body, stepping out when he was completely clean, and drying himself off with a large, clean cloth. He rubbed some scented lotion on his arms and chest, and stepped into a pair of his finest black leather pants, and pulled on a clean white shirt, buttoning it up most of the way. Having finished this, he scurried off to the room next to the one Camelia had been getting 'prepared' in. Gabriel liked having somewhat of a 'hands-on' control approach, and had had a small hole cut in the wall between the two rooms, so he could watch preparations exactly like this one. After all, he didn't want to wait until Camelia was finished to see his new girl's naked body, he thought to himself, as he perched there and took a peek inside, unbeknown to Camelia.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Finally able to get a good look around the room, Camelia glanced at the bath and the various things around the room. A bath wouldn't be so bad, if that was all she had to do tonight. Actually, it would be very nice... After taking in the room and letting herself calm down from all the bustle, she looked back to Malota and nodded quietly, relaxing her arms to her sides. The two must have done this several times before Malota mostly had a very 'professional', no-nonsense air about her, like she wouldn't take a funny look without slapping a wrist or pinching an ear. She reminded her of her own maids at home, how they treated the younger, less experienced servants. If the woman was going to supervise her training as a servant, Camelia vowed right then to make sure she didn't step a toe out of line to avoid being reprimanded severely. While a little surpsied when Isolda began unlacing her dress, the maiden held still enough for the job to be done quickly. Of course, being the daughter of a wealthy man, she'd been bathed by others for her entire life - so it wasn't too much of an embarrassment or awkward. It was a little uncomfortable to be undressed and bathed by two women she didn't know at all, but Camelia tried not to think of it too much. When her dress was off, she modestly covered herself and stepped into the tub, where the water was just at the right temperature, thankfully. Cold baths were something that she hated. In the pale candlelight of the room, the woman had a serene, almost surreal look about her. Her skin beneath the dress was as pale as the skin of her hands and face. It was obvious she was petite and slender with her dress on, but without the layers of fabric, one could see that there were subtle, feminine curves that formed her outline the beautiful curve of her hips, a somewhat narrow but sensual dip the contours of her breasts that, while not entirely large, were in good proportion to her and peaked with perky nipples the graceful arch of the small of her back as it led to the smooth swell of her rear - and so on. She stood there, half exposed to Gabriel, a hand covering the small triangle of curls while the other held her arm. After a minute, the two women came to her bearing soaps, scented oils and sponges, spending little time in pulling her arms away and starting to wash her from head to toe.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Gabriel almost let out a gasp when Camelia's milky white skin was revealed in its entirety. It wasn't as if he'd never seen a woman in the bare before. But this was something straight out of heaven, it seemed. All of her skin was a pure alabaster, without a mark or blemish anywhere. As pleasing as she was to the eyes clothed, nothing could have prepared him for this showing. Her curves were wonderful, her breasts full enough, and perfectly round and symmetrical. Her modesty, too was endearing, as she covered her little mound bashfully, even only being in the presence of women, or so she thought. He looked on as one servant rubbed her head to toe with the sponge, the other rinsed her with water, and they both applied scented oils to her clean body. Her hair was clean enough that it didn't need washing, but after escorting her out of the tub, Isolda brushed her hair out for what seemed like quite a long time. Gabriel had requested that it be brushed out straight, hence that was how she was prepared. Once she was finished, the woman draped only a thin, white linen dress over her naked body. It covered the necessary spots, but that was all. It displayed a little bit of Camelia's cleavage, and hugged her hips, before draping down halfway to her knees. Her preparations complete, the two maidservants escorted her to the room where Gabriel was waiting. Or was supposed to have been waiting. Once they began dressing Camelia, if it could be called that, Gabriel scurried to the place where he was to receive her. It was a wonderfully appointed room, with a large four-poster bed against the back wall, over which hung a small chandelier. Dressers, desks, and ornate chairs adorned the side of the room. Beating the processional of women back there, he sat quietly on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. Taking a glance at a door on the side of the room, he stood up and closed it. Behind that door was the room that his women were taken to if a certain type of reinforcement was needed. He suspected that it might be needed sooner or later for Camelia, but for now, felt it best to leave the door shut.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Camelia was familiar to the process of washing, and let the women scour her until her skin glowed a pale pink and didn't have a single speck of dirt on it. It was always a bit refreshing to bathe - like exchanging a soiled dress for a fresh one, or what she imagined shedding her skin for a new one might be. When the two were finished with washing her, she sat down obediently, her head bobbing as Isolda straightened her hair. While she was taken care of, the young woman wondered what exactly she'd be doing. 'Serving'... was that strictly as a kitchen maid, or would she do cleaning as well? Maybe Gabriel intended her to be his personal 'handmaiden'... though the idea was a strange and slightly awkward one to think. Oh well, she thought. She'd find out in due time. Her curiosity began to rise when she was fit in the linen dress, her brow creasing at the cut and fabric. Her shifts at home were of the same material, but she'd never been in a dress or a shift that was so... short. She tugged uselessly at the hem and fidgeted, now a little bit nervous. Camelia hoped that no man would see her like this... she didn't know much about what went on in a bedroom if anything at all, but she was aware that it was considered indecent for a woman to be seen in so little dressings. Soon enough, though, the two brought her to the adjacent room. The first thing she noticed was the eloquent furnishings the second thing she noticed was Gabriel, perched predatorily on the bed. The girl instantly blushed, covered herself up and tried to maneuver herself behind Malota, who firmly replaced her before Gabriel. They left immediately afterwards, leaving Camelia, now a small animal to play with in front of a wolf, to his whims. She tugged again at the 'dress', if one could call it that. I thank you for the treatment so far, sir, but I truly hope this isn't my required wear. It is a bit... um, shorter than I am comfortable with.
Thread: The Price of Freedom (Houdini and Jeshire)

Gabriel stood up out of bed immediately, once the servants left, looking down at the frightened Camelia with a playful grin. My dear... he began, looking down unabashedly at her lovely cleavage. I must make a confession to you. I haven't brought you here to cook or clean for me. You're here mainly to please me, and when I say that, it means however and whenever I see fit. As he was saying this, he placed one hand firmly on her shoulder, and ran the other hand down the strap of her little dress, across the smooth, bare part of her chest. In fact, Camelia, often you'll be required to wear much less than what you have on how, he revealed to her with a devious smile, tugging at the top of her dress for emphasis. Seeing her fear, as well as the fact that she apparently still had no idea what he wanted from her, he realized that he was going to have to show her. Marching across the room, he pulled a high-backed wood chair with a cushion across, so that it faced the side of the bed where he'd been sitting. While he was over there, he also stealthily took out a small key and locked the door. Of course, he could easily chase her down if she ran, but it was much neater and easier to prevent that in the first place. Sit down in this chair, he ordered, pushing down on her shoulders as encouragement, aware that sitting down, her dress would provide even less modesty. What do you know of the ways that only a woman can please a man? In the bedroom.
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

The air is thick in the swamplands and the sounds of insects along with local wild life fill the smothering air. The music of the swamp was torn apart by the sound of bullets and ricochet. A young woman blunders through the swamp gasping for air as she tore through the foliage. Her eyes were wide and dirt coated every inch of her body. The only thing that wasnt wet and a dingy brown was her wide violet eyes. Her chest heaved in and out as she stood still for a few seconds. It wasnt long until a spray of bullets shot across the small area she was hiding. Once again she was forced into the water with the alligators. Her feet couldnt touch the ground in some places but at this point in time, she didnt care. She had to make it out of the swamp or die trying. About ten miles from the direction she was going in was a highway, perhaps she could sneak onto a big rig and ride it to the nearest town. It sounded like a half-baked plan, but it was a plan none the less.
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

Seth had to live everyday in what he would refer to as a concrete jungle,.. everything was either artificial or human made in his departments, and his job was very similar. He was the one that they the company that he worked for would always come to when it came to problems.. he was a quick thinker in general and seemed to manage to get his job done and help out, and so before long he became what some would call the maintenance checker.. an important role but it was only such a role when he had nothing else to do. This government was full of loop holes, but that meant issues as well.. and unfortuanately he like everyone else.. was stuck within it's grasp though, no matter how well he worked, they could detach him from his position if they decided to.. Now he was just driving instead, the day was at it's end and finally .. to be honest, the car was his home away from home.. and his escape away from work.. Its seats were leather covered, and reasonably comfortable.. the car itself just a simple vehicle of the time.. the only good thing about it, the dark tinted windows.. that he could see out.. but they could not see in. This was a journey he was used to, most of the time the traffic flowed and nothing occurred.. but today he took a detour to escape that pulse of vehicles.. it sometimes would get to cluttered, and end up costing more time then a back route.. but because of taking a back route.. that usually only trucks took, he did not know this would be were he would meet someone.. not by choice, but just because he was in in the right place.. at the right time, or maybe the wrong time.. that was uncertain..
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

Dripping wet with swamp water, the woman clambered out onto dry land. She was exhausted from running and her heart was beating so fast that she was afraid it would come out of her chest. No longer able to hear gun shots, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Then she looked ahead and heard cars. She wasn't far from the highway now. Her plan was to get as far away from the area as possible and the only way available to her at the moment was by car. Sopping wet and thickly coated in mud, she appeared to be something that came from an old horror movie, but she didn't seem to care. Now hiding in the dense brush she waited for a car to make it's way down the road. Spotting a car in the distance, the woman sat back and waited for the right moment to move. Once it got within 100-50 feet, she shot out in front of the vehicle and threw her body in front of the hood.
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

Although he was slightly a scenic driver when he got the chance he just wanted to get home today, it was a long day, and a tiresome one at that. Hopefully nothing would occur as he was certain earlier something was occurring,.. their had been reports of possible gun shots but they were probably rumors.. that and well only the government had licenses these days for hand held guns. If you yourself had a gun, it either was registered for one thing.. government use or it did not exist, it was a method of control.. which seemed to be working well, his eyes were lucky not looking around when he saw the person throw herself in front of his car, instantly he had to stomp down on the break.. hopefully it would be enough distance not to cause injury, but it was kind of odd to have someone just jump out, they obvious desperately wanted a lift.. and if they went to that measure.. well SEth was not that meant to decline. His breaks screeched and his tire marks were slightly embedded into the roads design the tarmac causing his wheels to grip reasonably although it had definitely taken some driving life.. off what were a new set about two weeks ago. It was not enough to slow down completely but when he did hit her, it was slow.. almost slow enough that it might have only felt like a shove as the car then came to a complete halt, he went to swerve away, but the other lane was gravel, it was a silly design but they were planning to rebuild that section. .and he knew he would have rolled or hit something he swerved into that.. the car would have no grip, no traction.. and the tree would probably be it's stopping place. are you insane... You should not jump at a car like that.. get in quick.. I am not going to leave you here,.. or else you might hurt yourself doing that..
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

Meh, I tried to go without mentioning her name until she introduced herself but I can't. -.- The car slowed down and shoved her light body back a few feet. Asaka fell back on her bottom and skidded slightly. Her eyes were bright and she kept them open the entire time she fell. Once the car came to a complete halt, she got up and walked over to the vehicle. He was lecturing her before she could even begin to do anything. Her bright violet eyes watched him with mechanical expression. Then she heard a faint but audible gun shot in the distance. The girls eyes changed to fear and she hopped into the car. Closing the door quickly she glanced back into the woods then she grabbed his arm. Then squeezed it with strength unnatural to a girl her age and size. Get me out of here now! She said in a shaky voice. I don't want to hurt you so please just drive. Asaka said with her hand still firmly clasped on his arm.
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

Seth had also heard the gunshot and saw the fear that crossed them across her eyes, was she being chased.. this could have been a bad idea stopping. If she was being chased.. and considering their was a gunshot.. maybe it was something to do with the.. his thoughts were cut off as he felt his arm almost being crushed by the girl that had suicidally jumped out in front of his car,. Considering what the girl looked like in proportion.. such strength.. it made little to no sense to him but he put down his foot considering if she could do that,.. well it would be easy for her to probably crush any of his bones of she applied enough pressure if she tried. Look you have got me into what ever this mess is your in.. you can at least tell me what I have been dragged into.. since guns are involved obviously.. He concentrated dodging some of the traffic, he figured fast was the best method at the moment, considering the traffic on this road was generally slow but at least their was little of it. I don't bother with third person.. I just make sure characters don't say each others names unless they previously know them or they have been said to each other x
Thread: Through violet eyes and black stone (Asaka-Chan/Kratos)

The tires gripped the road tightly and he sped off with Asaka's firm grip on his arm. She looked over her shoulder in the direction of the forest. She slowly let go of his arm and relaxed in the passenger side of the car. I'm afraid it hard to explain. Just drop m off in a highly populated area and you can go back to your life as usual. When the authorities ask you what happened simply tell them I threatened your life. If I tell you anymore then you will know too much and they will make sure you are taken care of. She looked rattled, but as the time passed she seemed to be relaxing more. Her body appeared to be bare save for the skintight one-piece suit she wore. Mud covered every inch of her and it was packed on thick. Her eyes seemed to stick out from the shell of hardened muck like violet gems. You will have to excuse my posts. They aren't as large as yours.