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Thread: Fine Family Relations {Altheras}

Now back, and certain there would be no further interruptions for the evening, Brian slid his shirt off to expose his powerful upper body. Then dropped his shorts, his fat dick springing erect like a knight's lance. Seemed every bit as hard as one at least. He took a seat on the sofa, both figures naked, and he proceeded to slid Luke in close so his hands could stroke at his powerful torso. Butterflies in your stomach eh? Brian lifted the tube up and popped the cap open with the effort of his thumb Well don't worry, we'll start easy for ya. If you've still got the guts for it, he said with a wink.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

If there was one thing Rak Davidson hated, it was an easy job. It was somehow an insult to his professional pride. Like asking a master carpenter to stick two pieces of wood together with glue, or a surgeon to give someone a manicure. These kidnappers had no skill whatsoever. Using his contacts, it had taken a matter of a few days to find where they had secreted their captive. Getting past their security had been almost a training exercise. If he'd ever gone in for kidnapping he'd have made bloody sure the air conditioning ducts were alarmed, and that the guards set at the entrances to the old house were alert at all times, not chatting and playing cards when all seemed quiet. Tranquilliser darts in their necks delivered from cover would ensure them relaxing sleep, but awakening would be none too pleasant. As he removed the screws of the duct to the cellar, he peered into the gloom, his deep sea-grey eyes seeking his target. There she was, tied on the chair, fully clothed, and almost comatose. Well, he had stuff with him to counteract the effects of any drug they'd given her, and they could go back the way he'd come. He sprung down onto the dirt floor of the cellar, his lithe body taking the impact with the ease of a champion gymnast. His double-bladed Russian knife appeared in his hand as if it were a magician's slight of hand trick. A blade was better for close work, being far more silent than even a silenced gun, and more effective besides. You never had to reload a knife at crucial moments. And it could cut her bonds as well. Hey, sleeping beauty he whispered. You awake?
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

- Savannah Moreaux , daddy's little Princess, couldn't remember exactly what she'd been doing and she barely knew currently where she was. She just knew that the room kept fading in and out. She knew her wrists were sore, as were her shoulders and neck but she could barely move to do anything about it, she couldn't get comfortable. She would have to talk to someone about their choice in furniture and she could only imagine what the dusty surroundings were doing to her shoes and clothes. Her chin rested against her chest as it rose and fell slowly. The room was mostly dark, dank and when she was at the very least semi-aware, she could hear, it seemed, every little noise. A small whimper escaped her when she noticed the minute scrap of something at the duct somewhere above her but she couldn't find the strength at the moment to even lift her head in the direction of the noise. She felt heavy, barely able to flutter her eyes open even briefly to try to see. Her hair however hung in her face, the curtain obstructing any view beyond the point of the floor just beyond her knees. What she did notice was a patch of light cast over the dirt and the cloud of dust kicked up by something landing against the floor, out of sight. Another whimper, terrified. It wasn't the normal sounds the beasts that held her captives made when they came to torment her, her of all people. Oh Daddy would be so furious! The voice, reaching out like dark fingers against the shadows, sounded as if it were off in the distance. Her bound feet shifted on the floor, the heel scraping into the rut they'd already made.- Go 'way...' -her words slurred and strained, thick with a dryness. She feared they were back. She feared what they had in store for her now, wondering what other torment they could inflict on her. She strained again to try to lift her head, trying to see. The curtain of dirty blond locks wavered but not from a lift of her head. A small cry of frustration, mingled with worry escaped her, realizing that it had been nothing more than her quickened breath that had moved the dirty locks. She could do little more than sit there, bound and wait for what they had planned now.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

So how long have they been holding her? he asked himself, carefully checking the room, the blade held gently in his right hand. Her father had told him she'd been missing six days. yet judging by her mental state, it was more like six weeks. He'd seen though he hadn't enjoyed seeing it tortured children last longer than that before getting into this state. The girl looked already broken, as if her will had collapsed utterly. The way she was allowing small gasps of fear to escape her, whimpering like a whipped animal. Yet there was not a mark on her. He'd have been surprised if she'd been left entirely unmolested - but given her value to those who had kidnapped her, he'd have been even more surprised to find they'd done anything really serious. He stayed, crouched, under the air conditioning outlet, where he had landed, allowing his eyes to get used to the light after the pitch black of the duct. The tiny, low-wattage bulb was little enough in the grand scheme of things, but after total darkness it made him blink. If there had been any guards down here, they would have had the advantage of him, though he saw no-one. No-one except the scared, helpless looking girl tied to the chair. Without speaking, he allowed her eyes to run over her. Long blonde hair, currently matted and dishevelled, but probably luxurious enough once he got her to a shower. Shapely legs, and generally a pretty good rack. Not that it mattered to him right now - time enough for such distractions once he'd returned her to her father - but there were things you could not help noticing. Another whimper escaped the bound girl. Streaks down her dirty face showed she'd been crying. Not one of those hard, defiant types, then. He hoped she wasn't the self-pitying, panicky sort, which would make the job of getting her clear so much harder, though he ruefully concluded she probably was. Go 'way...' she sobbed. I don't think so, Savannah, he replied, smiling. In fact, I'm sure you don't mean that. Reassured the cellar was now clear of guards, he strode towards her. The knife had an edge that would have put most cut-throat razors to shame, and sliced through the bonds as if they were of melted butter. Not unless you actually LIKE this little party your none-too-salubrious hosts have invited you to. He took in her clothes. Expensive, though now crumpled and ripped, the tail of her expensive Courrages blouse hanging out from the waist of her skirt, her pantyhose ripped and sagging. He noted that she made little response. Again, the thought struck him how easy the kidnappers had found it to break her spirit. She'd need a lot of rest and security to return to the happy, confident girl her father had described her as. Still, her future was hardly his problem. He went around to stand at the front of the chair, sheathed the knife and held out both hands. Now, can you stand? he asked.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-upon closer inspection, it would be a little clearer that she wasn't so much broken as she was mostly just non-responsive. Drugged. They'd done so to shut her up. First she'd pleaded. Then she'd screamed. Yelled and threatened, ineffectively but threatened none-the-less, likely with the consequences they'd face when her Daddy dearest came to retrieve her. When none of that had worked, she'd cried. At times they'd found it funny and while they hadn't done anything overly physical to her, hadn't marked her, save for perhaps a minor bruise or three, all unseen. They'd found it hysterical to take pokes at the frightened little bunny. Literally, poking her from the darkness with whatever they found handy to do so. Small branches, pool sticks and the like. Just enough to frighten her. One of them had in fact groped her a time or two, just to further instill fear into her. An attempt to make her complacent. She'd still made a fuss, probably more so about that than anything else and that's about the time they'd begun drugging her. Leaving her in silence then for hours as the drug coursed through her. Once the bonds of her wrists were gone, her arms fell limply to her sides. Her head still lolled forward, though she'd lifted it slightly as he'd come closer. She seemed to be slowly coming out of whatever state she was in. Her head finally tipped back as she tried to look up at the voice that was now in front of her. Close, too close. One look into her eyes as she stared through strands of what had been quite beautiful hair just about a week ago and it was noticeable by the lingering cloud that clung in the depths of her green eyes. Even in the blurred vision that stared upward, she could see that he wasn't one of them. She didn't think so anyways. Maybe she was hallucinating or dreaming? Maybe just a figment of her imagination, as her father would say. Her brow furrowed and her eyes dropped to the offered hands in front of her, pulling her hands, arms feeling heavy, up into her lap. She frowned and finally shook her head slowly.- No. -she muttered quietly.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-a grunt echoed softly in the room as her belly pressed against his shoulder. Her arms became the victims of gravity and hung limply toward the ground. Her hair did the same. She could feel the cool air tickling along her back as her blouse slid up along her vertibrae and worse yet, she felt it teasing along the backs of her thighs and trying to snake it's way between them with the way her skirt had shifted up as well. Her hose, she could feel that they'd lowered, quite uncomfortably as a matter of fact, the elastic of the material biting tightly into her flesh. Her only view was one of his ass and heaven forbid if daddy found out she was making no effort not to look. That thought and consciously knowing of the way her clothes had shifted compromisingly made her cheeks flush. Even more than the blood rushing to her head was. She was as quiet as she could be, not so much because he'd told her to but she really didn't have full use of anything just yet but she was coming around. The drop out of the window drew another grunt, louder, more coherent this time and she even managed to roll away from it with a low groan. Picked up again, she bounced around as he sprinted with her, jostling her into the seat. She muttered and when the door was closed, she managed to press herself against it. Her hands fidgeted in her lap and then swept against her skirt along her thighs, as if she could stretch the material even lower. When she reached the hem of the skirt, her fingers plucked at the panties hose she still half wore. Her brow furrowed. She couldn't very well straighten them back up onto herself but she couldn't stand to wear them the way they were now either. An exasperated sigh pushed passed her lips and she began to wiggle them down, her feet pushing against the floor board, her read end lifting from the seat, as she pulled and tugged the material captured between her legs and the seat. So concentrated on what she was doing, she almost forgot he was in the drivers seat until he spoke. Her attention whipped in his direction, her hands stilled in the middle of pushing the hose over her knees. Her eyes meeting his, her pale cheeks pinkened warmly. She swallowed heavily and looked away.- Yes, I am. Could you please watch the road, whoever you are? -she muttered, trying to put a little bite to her tone but she failed, miserably. She only succeeded in allowing the embarrassing shyness creep in and she felt her cheeks warm a little more. Her eyes cast quickly to the side, staring from the corners at him to see if he turned his attention away, studying him as well. She would wait until he had diverted his attention back to the road before she'd finish taking the offending material from her legs. He needn't be watching her while she did so.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

Watch the road? Right. he replied, amused despite the seriousness of the situation. The car he was using was anonymous and unremarkable enough, but you could never be entirely sure. These people had spies everywhere. He was used to watching several things at once - his survival had depended on the ability many times - and the fact that he was now, ostensibly, staring straight ahead at the road before them did not preclude him taking in the sight of her long legs, if which he was now seeing even more as she fought to remove her shredded, baggy hose and retain some semblance of dignity. He brought the small vehicle to a stop at a set of lights. I think I should mention, though, Savannah, he added, amused, that we've pulled up next to a truck. And by the look of it, the driver's far less of a gentleman than I am. The lights changed, and he pulled away gently. You had to get these things just right. Roaring away like a madman, or too slowly like a cautious geriatric, could only call attention. Nice legs, by the way. He had been tempted to add cute panties, too, but that would, he felt, have been needlessly cruel. He continued on his prearranged route, twice as long as it need be, for he had carefully planned a lot of doubling back and backstreet-navigation. If they were being tailed, the tail could not be anonymous, as it would have been if they'd been merely tooling along a freeway. Now, the place where we're going to hole up isn't the most luxurious, he said, piloting the vehicle through a small series of narrow chicane bends, but it's pretty discreet. It's got working showers, though, which is a big plus. Ideally I'd like you to be able to phone your father, but those that kidnapped you have got the means of monitoring phone traffic, and the local authorities are pretty much in their pocket. They'll expect us to get out over the county line as soon as possible, but in a day or two they'll get slack, and that's when we'll make our break. Got that? And if we should get separated between then and now, get yourself to this address. He handed her a card, marked Hibiscus Motel Aircon. Color TV. Good Food. 54 Galway Avenue State name and zip censored by author Check in under the name if 'Mrs Louise Rankin,' and wait. I'll get to you if I possibly can, and if not they'll be a guy come to reception and give his name as 'Clark Howard.' Do NOT leave with anyone else. Got that? He smiled. But that's highly unlikely. I haven't lost a rescue yet, and I've beaten far better than this lot.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-her brows furrowed softly and she glanced to the side at him. A quiet little huff flared her nostrils. A dump! Her! A yelp was ripped from her throat as she tipped nearly into his lap with the sharp turn, reminding her that she hadn't put her seatbelt on after she'd finished removing her panty hose. Her cheeks flushed again as she dropped a hand against his leg without thinking, in order to push herself up right again into her seat. She pretended once again to straighten her blouse and skirt, silently as she listened to him. When she spoke, it was quietly but held an incredulous note to it.- My father I'm sure would appreciate you growing the hide to risk it. I mean, you're making all these twists and turns, why not do so back to the Poinsiana. I'd think they wouldn't think we'd go there. -it made sense to her fluffy little mind, that and she really wasn't all up for being in a dump of a motel room. She'd much prefer her room at home honestly but if she couldn't have that, she'd settle for a nice room at a nice hotel. Her tongue darted out, roaming over dry lips, wetting them. Her eyes darted to him again.- Would you stop staring at my legs, please. Thank you. -the words briefly interrupted his own before she fell silent again, letting him finish before she gave a snort, her chest rose sharply as she drew in a shaken, flustered breath. Her cheeks were flushed but it was perhaps this time in flustered anger.- I know what feet are but if you think I'm walking anywhere on them much less getting on a filthy, nasty, common bus on top of staying in a dirty motel room with.... you , then you are out of your mind. As for my fathers agent , he is an idiot and so help me once I'm home, he will be out of a job. -oh how she huffed and muttered, her dusty mussed up locks bounced as her head shook in denial and she crossed her arms over her chest. Was she actually pouting? On the verge of tears? She stared out her side window until she bumped into it with one of his turns. Then her hands slammed into the seat by her thighs. Her eyes dropped to her lap, noticing the rise of her skirt and her hands began to fidget over it again, tugging it down.- I don't have one. -the reply was simple and meant for all options he'd given. She cleared her throat nervously and even after she'd gotten her skirt situated, she continued to pluck at the hem, the blush creeping back quickly, sliding over the apples of her cheeks, her ears. Along the slender column of her throat and down into the hidden curves of her cleavage. With that revelation, she stared straight ahead as she seemed to wait anxiously to get wherever they were going, not even caring at this point where it was, she just wanted out of the confines of the car. She was warm suddenly and needed away from him to try to gather herself.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

Back to the 'Poinsiana,' eh? he asked. Hmm, nice to see you're thinking. No, that's not taking the piss... it can be a good move to hide in plain sight of the enemy. As you say, they wouldn't think we'd go there. Trouble is, it might just occur to them that we'd expect them to think that way. And then where would we be, eh? Well, you'd be back in captivity, and this time they'd probably start little games like cutting off fingers and sending them to your dad, to stop him having any more silly ideas about saving you. And me, I'd have all the hassle of having to escape them, and then it'd be five times as hard to get back in and get you out a second time. So maybe, we'll just stick with the plan most likely to succeed, eh? He grinned to himself as she made yet another tug at the hem of her skirt, attempting to hide her legs, and her mock-polite request to keep his eyes to himself. And as for those feet, he continued, If it's a case of being recaptured, or getting clear, I'm pretty sure you'll decide to put them to use after all. Unless you're a total fool, which I don't think you are. And as for us sharing accommodation - believe me, I like it about as much as you do. I gave a taste for attractive, intelligent women, not spoiled, prissy little rich girls... so you can trust me to keep my hands to myself. You're right about Crawley Nixon, your dad's agent, though. About as much use as a chocolate dildo, and less decorative. At her statement that she did not have a boy or girlfriend, though, a genuine surprise took him. Really? No-one good enough for you, eh? Or good enough for daddy, maybe? He shrugged. Still, I'm sure there's been someone in your life, at some time. Anything else would be a tragedy. He bought the car to a halt among piles of discarded rubbish and overflowing bins, in the back yard of a seedy, run-down motel. Here we are, Xanadu, mark two. Known also as The Poinciana Motel. Swiftly, he scuttled around and opened the door for her, being careful to keep his body between her and the outside world. That anyone had followed them this far was unlikely in fact, he was sure of it but he saw it as his job to protect her and take no chances. Beside which, it gave him another look at her legs as she scrambled out of the car and her skirt rode up yet again. OK, now, when we check in, we're Sam and Louise Rankin. Don't worry that we don't hate each other quite enough to be taken for a real married couple - I'm sure we can put on a convincing enough impersonation. And by the way, I just texted Crawley Nixon, a prewritten message telling him I've got you out. Run out on me now, and I'll still collect my fee, and you'll be on your own. He smiled. And possibly dead, too. Now, chin up and smile on, and let me do the talking, OK?
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-she chewed softly on the corner of her bottom lip as she fidgeted. Listening as he spoke. A snort followed his words and her lips curled at the corners, a malicious touch as the words oozed sugar sweet from her lips.- Well, Mr. Davidson. If you are as good as you claim, you wouldn't have so much hassle and they wouldn't have the opportunity to get me a second time even at a nice, posh room at the hotel. I'm beginning to think it's more than hide you lack, Rak. -she could be a snarky little bitch, that was for sure. Especially when she wasn't getting her way, though the truth of the matter was by all accounts she was usually rather quiet and quite shy. She fell silent then, her hands grew still in her lap as her attention turned to simply and quietly stare at her own knees. She was quite used to no one wanting to touch her, her father had made sure of that. Didn't make his razor blade words any duller however. At first the hint of surprise in his words caused her eyes to dart sidelong at him before returning forward, hearing only taunt afterward.- Not that it's any concern of yours but no, ok? There hasn't been. -the words were the complete opposite of the spitfire voice she'd used just moments ago. Barely above a whisper, sad really. When the car stopped, she looked up. Eyes slowly taking in the view with clear disdain written all over her pretty little face. Her bottom lip twitched out into a brief, small pout. Her nose scrunched softly and she sat there, even when she heard him exit the car. When her door opened, she was still loathe to move, her gaze shifting to him, a glare meeting him as she peered up. Seeing he wasn't moving, an exasperated sigh slid from her lips and she finally swung her feet from the car, attempting to stand quickly and trying desperately not to get too close to him. As he spoke, she began running her fingers through her hair, an attempt to make it look presentable at the very least. Straightening her blouse and once again smoothing her hands down her skirt, as if trying to push the wrinkles and dirt clean off the material. She'd be damned if she was going to go in here looking like she belonged with the rubbish surrounding them. She said nothing to him, though when he told her to put her smile on, she did. The expression at first strained and taunting as she flashed it at him but it soon relaxed into quite the convincing smile. Pretty actually, making the slightly ragged look about her just a little less dull and dirty.-