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Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Lilly blushed just a little bit. You could also be both.. and well I suppose it wouldnt be the first for a private show.. but yeah I would like my first lapdance on my first night to be for you.... grinning a little bit more. She reached into her purse. And wrote the note out with a sharpie to make sure that it would be legable. Want my pussy? He wants to see you reem me wile I blow him.. just 100 Smilling. Her shirt was open, her bra black and she played a little bit with her chest. The Big Black truck driver gave her a thumbs up. And she turned the paper over. The Rest stop up ahead, your truck! Letting him read it, before sitting back down. Go ahead and lets race him there... want me to finish you off now.. or... save it for later? Ash asked, looking over at Eric, and his cock, grinning wide at him. Think you could ever have a stripper girlfriend.. knowing that shes going to be working late, hanging out with horny men, dry humping them all night, and xoming home with a heart filled with lust and needing to wake you up to get a nice hard dicking? Grinning a little bit more at him.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Eric looked at girl's manipulations, she was professional, not that it was a profession, but he liked how she organised everything, his eyes glazed over her neck and he couldn't wait for a moment of calm, when they'll chose her collar, he imagined it to be orange but it will have to wait. - I'm not that easy - He commented on girl's suggestion to finish him off now with a smile and gave her ass a firm squeeze before pressing the hell out of a pedal, sedan quickly gained speed leaving truck alone for a few moments, but Eric noticed that driver was picking up the pace too. He can't wait - Eric said with a chuckle and grabbed girl's by the back of her head and pressed her in a long kiss invading her mouth with his tongue, - But you don't fuck with my sleep - He jokingly threatened her, not sure if he actually cared that much about his sleep, and then added - I will have to work with you to improve your prices though, hundred is probably ok for cold approach, but after all that time he followed us, he would have paid 300 easily - He said and released her turning in the parking like area of Rest Stop.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Well.. maybe... But we couldn't talk with him that much.. and It was more to get him to do it then to get the money you know. I don't think I want to be a prostitute.. maybe do it some in fantasy.. I want a boyfriend, to be loved and taken care of.. but some one who is open minded about sex stuff. Being a full time professional call girl.. it seems like that could definitely get in the way of things. She said smiling at him. And Truckers don't get paid that well... hell who knows how much cash he even has on him... She plaid a little bit with her hair. Of course she did't get an answer to her question about finishing him off. But it seemed like the answer was no. She kissed him back, there tongs dancing as they were together. Hey.. If you cant handle me coming into your bedroom at three AM and blowing you till your hard, then riding you till were both get off.. maybe your not the guy for me... Looking at him with a look saying that she hoped he was, but if he wasn't, they were going to have fun till Portland anyway. She decided to put her purse in the back seat, and grabbed a couple of condoms, slipping them in her shorts, getting herself put back together. Of course the BMW beat the truck there by quite a bit. There were a couple other trucks in the parking lot. But it was obvious the people in them were asleep. Ash got out of the car, and walked around to meet Eric, hugging him. She was a little taller then he was, not much, and kissed him on his cheek, hand going around his waist. She then kissed his cheek. You are sexy for doing this you know and gave his ear a little bit of a lick.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

Rippling against her invading hands, the water from the basin was cool on her face as Althaea rinsed off his olive skin. Flicking her slender hand several times to remove the excess water, as she washed the proceedings of the day from her skin. Shoulder length golden hair was pulled behind her head into a loose braid as she readied herself for bed. A loose linen dress of white and blue draped over her curves, neither hiding nor highlighting them. If she could be called beautiful, it was a modest beauty, that would shunned by the temple of Aphrodite. Her chambers were modest, but comfortable, befitting a priestess of her stature. Far greater than anything she would have when she was a slave. But that was a lifetime ago, before she was purchased by the temple to be a priestess. That a slave could rise to a position of power within Athens was quite unusual. That a female slave might do so was nothing short of miraculous. Althaea was singular in her position. A woman, yes, but a woman who was consulted before each martial expedition. Armies did not move without her blessing, a woman who had never walked within a mile of killed fields, and yet an oracle of wisdom, and war. Her voice carried the authority of Athena, and men of power listened when she spoke. It was the extent of power a woman could wield in this society, but she wielded it judiciously. Like the city before her, Athena was silent tonight, but it did not matter to Althaea. The gods did not speak to mortal upon their command, Rather, it was for the mortal to seek out the voices of divinity. For Althaea, it manifested in ripple in the water, as Athena called to her. Fingers traced the surface, just breaking the clear tension. Screams broke the silence of twilight. Immediately, she stiffened, focusing on the sound, seeking it meaning. Raiders, here? Madness. Madness and death for them. Still, it was worrisome, that they might actually do some damage to the temple before they were put down like dogs. That they might actually penetrate the sanctuary deeper enough to get to the priestesses, and her. Tossing open her chest of linen dresses and robes, seeking the hard bronze dagger at the bottom. She knew what she had to do, if it came to it. Her virtue with the symbol of her devotion to Athena, and she would rather die than be parted from it. Ripples in the water, the liquid in the basin trembling with the quaking of the temple. Moving in time with the assailants moving through the temple, and yet it demanded her attention. Slipping her dagger under the sheet on the bed she dipped her fingers into the water, watching as it splashed against her hands. Green eyes grew dark as they saw beyond the sights of mortals, of things to come. Things set into motion by the attack upon the temple, and her roles in the coming events. I understand, Athena.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

The temple wasn't well guarded. Thorkell burst through the main doors, his men fanning out. There was gold here, there was always gold in temples. He saw a priestess shriek, and raise a warding hand before one of his men, Ragnar, rammed a sword through her chest. Temple staff ran about erratically, men chasing them with laughter echoing in the chamber. Axes and sword flashed in the dim light, holy women and men falling dead with each stroke. Others were busily stuffing whatever riches they could find into carry bags, before tossing full ones to other men in exchange for empties. It was a well planned raid. And now it was time to get the hell out of the city. Thorkel turned to go, but saw a priestess cowering in the corner, and he approached her. She whimpered as he drew near. Please...don't kill me... She pleaded, not meeting his eyes. Can you give me a reason not to? He askd her. His gruff voice did terrible things to the Greek language, but it was the best he could do. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. The...the Seer girl! She claims to see the future! The woman claimed suddenly. Thorkell smiled. Now that...that was something more valuable. Where is she? Her...her chamber is in the back! Thorkell smiled, and nodded. My thinks. May Hel greet you fondly. As she looked confused at his words for a moment, he swung his axe forward, splitting her head in half. Let's go lads! Mop up, and get moving! he bellowed. There was the sound of splintering wood as some of the closed doors were smashed open by heavy axes. Thorkell, saw the furthest door, one untouched, and felt an odd pulling on his mind, and strode towards it. His own axe would likely do the job of bringing the door down in a pinch, but he opted for an even less subtle response, adn lunged at the door, his shield leading, al his strength and weight behind it. The door wasn't meant to hold anything close to that much force at bay, and exploded inwards, shards of wood making it most of the way across the room. He swept his eyes around the room quickly, taking stock of all within. Very little, save for a woman. He aimed his axe at her. You're coming with me. Now. He ordered as best he could, still hating the sound of the local language, but he knew that his jarl would likely offer him a kings ransom for bringing back a seer, so long as it was legitimate. Else, it was a mild liability, but it was a chance worth taking.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

Even with what she knew was coming, there was little Althaea could do to prepare herself. Just outside her door the screams of her fellow priests and priestesses and the destruction of the temple filled the air. Still, her choices were allow herself to be captured, and see to the future that her visions prophesied, or try to fight, and surely die. No, it was no choice. Enough blood was spilt, this night. Even as she knew the door would soon be forced open, she couldnt help flinching at the sound, eyes meeting the man who burst into her room. Her sanctuary. His ax spoke loud enough, coated in the blood of her fellow believers but still he offered his mangled impression of her language. She didnt resist following him, but she wasnt going to do it silently. Youre a fool if you think Athena will stand by and watch her temple get desecrated by barbarians, Althaea scowled, refusing to cower before him. If he had merely wanted to kill her, she would be dead already. He must have found out what she was, whatever that was worth to him. Why he thought she would use her gift to help the enemies of her Goddess she couldnt begin to say. Moving through the temple, Althaea was shocked at the carnage before her. These were not warriors. These were devotees to wisdom, men and women who served something greater than themselves. Despite all the times that her words had sent men to their deaths, this was the first time Althaea was forced to confront the bloodshed of battle. Something gripped her as she moved along her captor. Wait She called, used to men listening when she spoke, and heeding to her advice. The hoplites were gathering now, outside the temple, ready to end the barbarians that had laid waste to the temple. Why she even spoke up, she wasnt sure. She should be glad to see these men put down like the foreign dogs they were. It was a fair price for them to pay, for the death they had wrought this day, against those who couldnt even defend themselves. And yet, the vision she had seen playing out before her, it would never come to be if they didnt make it out, alive. The defenders amass, and if you leave the way you came, you will not leave at all.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

The stench of burning flesh nearly had her retching. Suddenly guilt passed through her, as her country burned as they tried to come to her defense. Had she not said anything, those men might have lived. Some would have died in the ensuing fight, but it wouldnt have been as bad as burning to death. It was the first time in her life she was forced to come face to face with the consequences of her visions. Bloodshed, violence, death. It was her entire life, a far removed from her as it usually was. Surely she was meant for more, more than a harbinger of death and destruction? Yet, never once in her visions had she seen peace. She watched the men scale the walls, moving in a unison borne of vast experience. It might have been fascinating, if she werent watching them take off with every bit of precious from her temple, and escaping justice for the deaths of her companions. The man who had taken her, the one she determined to be the leader gave a command to the men guarding her. He spoke it in the guttural tones of his native tongue, and while she did not understand the words, she had an idea. Context narrowed down what he might have been saying, and as the rope cinched around her waist there was little doubt. She was hoisted up over the wall with little trouble, as she didnt bother resisting much. There might come a time when she could break away from her captors, and she might need to take them by surprise. All the better to comply with them, so they wont expect a sudden burst of rebellion. She was lead back to the ship, thinner that the triremes she was used to seeing, and bearing the emblem of their heathen god. She was loaded in, along with the rest of the loot, in a way that made her feel as if she was little more than an object to these men. Though, she supposed being view as an object is what spared her life in the first place, so perhaps brooding upon that fact was pointless. Still they might have had their plans for her, but it didnt stop her from having her own plans. She met the gaze of the leader as he boarded last, refusing to coward before his physical advantage. After all, she had the grace of Athena on her side. Where are you taking me?
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

The quick march to the ship was without further incident. The Athenians had their own problems to cope with now, chasing after raiders that had taken wealth and a Seer ranked a very distant second to preventing the city from burning to the ground. The men boarded quickly, stowing the loot in the center, providing another layer of ballast to keep the ship in good balance. The ship was not new, and had been patched more than once. Still very swift and reliable, but not safe to take on the open ocean. The warband was stuck here. Still, they backed oars, and got the ship moving, heading west for a time before swinging back around to the east. Enough to throw off any real pursuit. Thorkell heard the question, and faced her. The language was still obnoxious to his ears, too fluid, too soft. It lacked strength. But it was what he had to endure to communicate with the denizens of this land. I am taking you to my Jarl. You are a spoil of war now, and he will decide what is to be done with you. He said as best he could, his accent still carving the language apart. With a little luck, his Jarl would enforce her learning a proper language, that they might all speak the Donsk Tunga. we should be there by morning. He turned from her, dismissing her importance in that gesture. Canute! Start counting the take. The Jarl will want details of what we have. Thorkell barked. A more slender man moved to start picking through the bags, taking stock. He withdrew a shield, one of the wide hoplon shields that the Greeks favoured, this one covered with inlaid silver script, dedicating the craftsmanship to Athena. He ran a hand along the script. Great Athena, I thank you for your blessings, past and present. I thank you for the help you've graciously given. I thank you for your love and your interest in me - your humble servant... Canute spoke, but unlike the broken language that Thorkell had for Greek, Canute had nearly flawless pronunciation. Sounds of weakness of to me. A man muttered. It can be rededicated. The silver can be changed. Canute countered, and returned to the counting. The men seemed to be largely ignoring Altheae, though two men kept reasonably close to her, making sure she didn't jump overboard.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

Althaea rested amidst the ill-gotten loot, arms wrapped around her knees. Her dress had gotten wet as she was loading in the boat, and was sticking to her skin along her legs. She wasnt terribly cold, but cool enough to be uncomfortable. The thin sandals she wore were soaked and she deigned to take them off for the time being. After all, she was stuck here for some time. As exhausted as she was -they had captured her as she was getting ready to sleep, after all- she knew sleep wouldnt come for her. Not tonight, as she leaned against the hull in damp clothes, surround by foreign men. Marauders, who had killed everyone else who occupied the temple she called home. Heathens , she cursed, wishing Athena would strike them down. Were it not for their heathen Gods protection, Althaea was quite certain it would have already happened. Desecrating the sanctuary in Athenas favored city? Her holiest of holies? And now, they held her, Athenas favored daughter, stashed among the silver and silk. A prize, to be ransomed back to Athens. She wondered briefly if she would be ransomed, if she were worth what the barbarians thought they could get for her. She thought it was odd that for the second time in her life, she would be paid for. She wondered if she were worth more now, or if that was even a laudable goal to aspire to. The man reading off the shield caught her attention, surprised to hear such a close approximation of her tongue among these brutes. An impotent rage filled her as one filthy savage spoke of weakness. Weakness? She snarled now, feeling that someone should come to Her Goddess defense, Odd words to come from the lips of men who strike in the dead of night, under the cover of darkness. Hiding behind fire to flee from their foes. It was not wise, perhaps, to incite them so. Still, she had worth, monetary worth in the moment, worth that was not devalued by a smart mouth. And if they deemed her rebellious attitude more troublesome than the profit she offered? There would be vengeance, from the heavens in her honor. I am the like the phoenix, a herald of death and destruction, and if you kill me, the war with will rise from my ashes with consume the entire world in fire. Your Gods will perish before Zeus and his children like the titans before them.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

Thorkell turned at her words, mouth open to make a statement, but he paused as Canute waved him back. The smaller man felt taht he was the equal to this task, more than equal really. Ware yourself seer. My kind live for blood battle and war. Should any of the men deign to speak your language and know that your death would bring about a war to end all wars, they would wring the life from you with their bare hands and no regrets. And as for your Gods...well, tales among your people are rife with their defeats, their failings, and their internal division. They are not ones to ready themselves for war as you speak of. They have no great army to call upon to fight for them, no preparations for the final battle. And if they must do battle with our Gods, who have been making these preparations, who have the Einherjar, who will stand united agaisnt a foe with no divisions...I dare say it bodes ill for your Gods. I advise you Seer, to learn to keep your temper to yourself. Thorkell may be willing to endure it, but our Jarl is not a man who shows patience to people like yourself. You will help him, or prove useful. Else he will kill you and reap the benefits of this war you speak of. Canute told her calmly, no real malice in his voice, but a firm tone that spoke of a kind of unshakable faith and loyalty. Fanatic was not the right term, but a true believer was no less dangerous in his own way. The waves were beginning to pick up, but the crew knew their business, cutting through them with an expertise born from years of doing exactly this. The men fo the North were regarded in many circles as perhaps the greatest sailors the world had seen, perhaps that they ever would see. It was not a long trip to the island that they were living on, and from there they would be able to plan their next move.
Thread: Waging War Against the Heavens (Alvis and xanaphia)

Althaea opened her mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly. She wasnt so eager to end her existence this way, without justice for her fallen friends. So she stayed silent for the rest of the trip, watching the interactions between the warriors, and trying to get a sense for their language. So far as she could tell, their words did contain nearly enough vowels. Althaea figured she must have dozed off here and there. Not enough to get any real rest, just enough to feel disoriented when she opened her eyes once more, and found herself on a boat, rocking against the waves. What else was there to do? Talk with the men who had captured her, who looked down on her culture and her faith? She supposed she could debate theology with the one who actually spoke passable Greek, but she realized she was at a disadvantage. She knew next to nothing about their gods. It was dawn as they reached their island, pink and gold light illumination their foreign home. The island was quite lush, vibrant green trees populating the landscape, and rocky cliffs surrounded the island on most sides. Emerging from the center of the isle was a massive stone outcropping, too small to truly be called a mountain, too large to be called a hill. It was immensely defensible, with its single access point forcing any trouble to funnel there, where they could be sunk long before they could land. Althaea knew it meant there would be no rescue for her. She would be ransomed, or she would be killed. Once they landed, the men got to work unloading their loot, and she was among the last removed from the ship. Like before, she wasnt bound, the warriors who guard her confident they could handle the slender woman, if she caused them any trouble. No, Althaea had no energy for resistance this day, following along dutifully as she was lead to their Jarl.