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Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

He expected the outburst. No one could go through what she went through without trauma...he'd give her a few days to adjust before beginning to look for any real work out of her, knew better than to expect it. I figured you would say that. Good. The upside to all this is you will be given a hundred silver roses when your seven years are up, and I am required to be there to answer any questions you might have till I die...that way, pledges have an automatic support structure, instead of being no-ones. Come. Let's go, and we'll see if we can't get back to the city before night hits. He took a step away, guiding her to the horse that had been prepared for them. It was a roan gelding, perhaps sixteen hands tall and showing a strong streak of Morgan blood in addition to the quarter horse stock that was clearly the baseline for the animal's breed. Good horseflesh, anyway one looked at it. Horses had become far more important since the change, where they were pampered riding beasts for the young and the foolish. Now, they were working animals again, and beginning to be spiraled into and out of all kinds of interesting breed combinations. A foot was placed into the stirrup, and he swung up onto the horse before extending a hand down to her. Assuming she took that hand, he'd haul her up as if she weighed not an ounce and settled her before him, one armored forearm clamping around her waist. Just relax, he murmured, as he nudged the horse with his heels, starting them back onto the road south from whence he had come. Aragorn stayed just behind to fire the house, and by the time they were no more than a mile down the road there was a thick column of black smoke rising to the sky, though they were mercifully out of sight of the house. They rode in silence for a time, the five men scanning the treeline for more eaters. They were a small patrol, and isolated...some large bands may feel comfortable attacking them. But after the second mile passed the group finally seemed to relax a bit. Deuce and squints rode ahead just a bit, talking quietly, while Nutcracker retrieved a book from his saddlebags to read, holding it in oddly gentle fingers, though they were the size of some sausages. Aragorn was nowhere to be seen, ranging wide around them to search for human sign. Though Michael kept an ear out for the piercing whistle that would signal there was trouble, he was not overly concerned. The further they got, the closer they got to the city, and the more frequent the patrols would be. Eaters wouldn't dare push far into the city's patrol zone for fear of being hung when they were caught. Michael finally broke the silence some miles in, cocking his head slightly to the side as he considered her. I don't think I've caught your name, and so you have me at a distinct disadvantage, I do believe.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

A shocked little gasp escaped her small mouth as he pulled her up from the ground as if she weighed nothing. Even at her slight weight there were not many men who could pull that off. She merely sat, dumbfounded, as they prepared to leave. The scent of the smoke was the only thing that caught her attention and a pang of sadness was her silent goodbye to the life she knew. The silence was nearly overbearing for her. Without any sounds to distract her from her thoughts, she was reliving what had just happened. Quiet tears streaked down her face. How she wished this was all a nightmare. Every time the strong animal beneath them halted suddenly or she felt his arm press a little bit harder around her narrow waist, she expected to be jolted awake. She was lucky that she was not feeling the stress of possibly being attacked by Eaters or bandits. Whenever she saw the others become more relaxed the two ahead of them chatting amongst themselves and the one beside them reading at a very odd angle. She wished that she had brought a book with her. What she would give to be able to hide away in a fantasy land. Esme, she replied in a crackling voice. Though I don't think it's much of a disadvantage if you don't know my name. I mean, you practically own me now, you could call me anything you damned well pleased and I couldn't make a fuss over it. She could not keep her tone light. The disdain she felt for the situation was clearly displayed in it and, at that moment, she did not care. Her mouth got her in trouble when she was not inwardly thinking of herself. Now it was likely to be ten times worse. The pain in her head pounded on against her temple and she brought up a hand to rub it again.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Mmm. I suppose I could call you a blue footed booby, if I wanted to, but for now I think Esme works better. He said, a bit amused. He was willing to cut her slack, but only so much. While she had been through a lot, he had never been a man really known for his patience, and dealing with whining people was not one of his strong suits. He tried charm first, though. You know, I suppose you ought to consider yourself lucky it was one of us that picked you up, men of Karak Dorn. The free cities of Yakima are slavers to the core, and would have loved to pick you up for one of their pleasure dens. Even they're not as bad as the cutters, though. Those fanatics want to increase their numbers as quickly as they can and are not against kidnapping women to serve as breeders under the guise of wives. He turned and spat over the side of the horse, apparently to show his disdain for what he thought of the cutters, from the third city-state in the area. It always gives me the willies, working with the traders from there. One of the wives showed me her back, and the scars I saw there! He shook his head with a wry smirk as he considered her, speaking once more. Yet you don't care about that at all, do you? You're just worried about how hard your life is going to be. The world has changed, kid. A person has to prove their worth now, or they're not worth the food to feed them. Which was, though cold, quite literally true. Now that massive combines didn't harvest equally massive harvests of wheat, food was comparatively more expensive, and thus more prized. Where pre-change people might have held some sympathy for those who could not work, that had been burned out of the survivors during the famines right after the change...something that she hadn't likely had to see, considering her father's farm.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Pleasure dens? Breeders? What sort of sick world lay past the confines of her farm? Her father had told her that women were to be respected and adored. It was almost as if when technology got thrown into the dark ages so did the progressive views on women's rights. Inwardly she fumed. Susan B. Anthony likely was rolling around in her grave for what had happened. The rest of his words were harsh and fed a fire inside of her. Anger was bubbling up inside. After the initial shock of everything came the fury. That much she knew as she had to go through grieving before and Michael was there fueling that feeling. For a few seconds she was able to leave well enough alone, content to chew on her tongue until it nearly bled, however she could not keep her trap shut for long. I am not worried about how hard my life is going to be, she retorted hotly. Color had risen to her cheeks. I have worked very hard my entire life, thank you very much, and I dislike being called pretty much worthless. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back heavily on him, using his body as a support beam. I have no idea how long I am supposed to be in your service either. I know, from what people have told me when visiting the farm, that I'll be considered an old maid if I am not loaded with a husband and children in three years. Three years! My life is practically forfeit. Esme was on a tirade, which was not uncommon. She took a deep breath as if to continue on.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Philosophers had wondered about the treatment of others as well...most especially women. The fact of the matter was that all the high ideals of civilization had went up in flames along with the civilization that made them possible. She and her father had likely been too far out to experience most of it, but in the larger cities it became more prevalent. He snorted as he heard her, waiting till she paused to catch her breath before speaking. First off, you will serve me for seven years and one day...starting the moment you step into the city, to the hour. No more, no less, just like any other pledge. And old maid you may be, but when you do bear children they will have a far better chance in the city than alone on the farm. How long till a crop failed, or another band of eaters came along? Besides that, where would you find a husband? There are not many farms in the area, and most of the traders are from the cutters...they might claim you'd be their wife, but only till they introduced you to their other three that you are expected to serve as well, being the junior wife. Before she could gather herself to launch herself verbally at him again, he spoke to cut her off. Now, I expect, and demand respect out of you, Esme. If you are disrespectful to me, I will show you what happens to those who are unable to guard their tongues. It should not take many times laying over my lap before you begin to realize that it is foolish to fight.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Seven years. Those two word alone had been enough to throw her world off kilter again. Tears rose in her eyes once more. Seven years of work and, by the time she was freed, she would have only a few years left to herself before she died off. A few years to even have children and then to leave them far too early like her mother had left her. That was not something she wanted in the least. She felt cheated. As if he lured her there under false pretenses. Not only that but he taunted her with what could have happened to her. Did that matter? It was not what had come to pass. Instead she was faced with the very painful reality. Respect? I'll respect you as the man who saved me, she replied in a slow and dangerous tone. You don't have to taunt me though. Don't I deserve some respect to? If not for my new lot in life than as someone who is mourning the death of the only family she has ever known? Esme didn't know what he meant by over his lap. It sounded like an odd sort of punishment. Her parents hadn't spanked her as a child so she was clueless as to what he meant.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

She'd find out soon enough if she kept it up. He did not tolerate disrespect among his pledges, and wasn't about to start now. He blew out a breath through his nose as he heard her, trying to calm a bit of his anger before speaking. When, and if, you earn my respect it will be because you've learned a bit of humility. That is the hardest lesson and leads to all others, being willing to learn what others have to teach you. Till then I think it would be best that you are quiet, unless you want to see some punishment. Which would likely amuse his men greatly. Deuce and Squint were both peering back over their shoulder toward them, the younger man elbowing the other lightly as they waited, evidently to see if Michael would bring her into town bare as the day she was born as he had for his other pledge.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Punishment? What was he going to do? Send her to bed without her supper? It had never occurred to her that he would humiliate her as a form of punishment. The way her father had dealt with her more rambunctious moments was to not feed her for a night and take away any of the books she had been reading at the moment. Those sorts of things almost seemed petty in light of what had just happened so, really, what did she have to lose? However, it was the two men in front of her that had caught her anger before she could turn it back around on Michael. They found it entertaining that she was being treated that way. It must have been sport for men to torture woman in the city that they dwelled. Is there really something so interesting over here?! she barked at the two. Shouldn't you two be watching what's going on ahead of you or are citizens of the city not trained for the seven years required by pledges?
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

That brought his attention around sharply. I will allow you to talk to me....you have lost your father, and your life. But you may not talk to my men that way. Very well, if you wish it this way, so be it. He pulled the horse short with a sharp tug on the reins and a backward lean, before dropping the reins forward over the horse's head. The beast was well trained, and would not move, not until Michael picked up those reins again. Within a heartbeat, he was down off the beast, drawing her with him, deliberately keeping her off balance as he went with a hand on her wrist drawing her more quickly than her body was ready for. Again, his strength was on display, though he held not a candle to Van, he was strong enough to overpower her like a boxer attacking a kitten. He pushed her to the ground, facedown, and planted an armored knee between her shoulder blades to hold her down. A bit of sisal rope, grabbed from the saddle when he was exiting it, wrapped around each of her wrists in a figure eight motion twice before being bound and tied between her wrists. He shifted, pressing his knee along her lower legs to prevent her from kicking him as he bound her ankles in much the same way. Perhaps humility can be taught to you, but I see it will take extraordinary measures. Be glad it's summertime...riding nude would be most uncomfortable in winter. Only then did he draw his knife. He rested the flat, cold back of the blade against her skin beneath her dress, drawing it up and back to part the fabric on the fine edge of the blade. Within a few minutes, she was nude, and her dress as well as her underthings were left on the ground as he again lifted her now naked form. He'd lower her across the saddle like a sack of grain, before rising to mount himself. His hand rested on her ass to steady her, even as the laughter of the men began to ring in her ears. She'd come to love him eventually. But she needed to respect him right bloody now . A little hate and fear would not work against that terribly, either.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Esme struggled as she was pulled off of the horse, a horrid sort of yelp coming from her. What in good god was he planning to do with her? She kicked her legs, screamed, and flailed in attempts to break free from him. She did not care if it was dangerous out there! She would become a bandit but she did not want to be his pledge anymore. With an almighty push he had her on the ground and before she could react he planted a painfully armored knee into her back. Crying sharply she stopped squirming. You're hurting me! Another cry escaped from her throat as his knee left her back to be pressed against her legs to keep her from moving as she tied her ankles like he had her wrists. Her face was burning a bright red from humiliation. Now she understood what he meant by punishment. At least she thought she knew. The flash of a knife caught her off guard at first but then his words sunk in when he began to tear through her clothing. She begged him to stop as more of her flesh was expose. And what glorious flesh it was. Her body was slighter than what her clothes would have lead others to believe. With her small frame, a larger man could have wrapped his hands around her waist and touched fingers on either side. From that position he could see rounded hips that flared out into a heart shaped bottom and breasts that, while small, still stood out against the narrow mid section. Her legs weren't entirely skinny either instead the years of work had made them toned and shapely. A knife had been taken to her legs and beneath her arms as there was not a trace of hair there. It seemed that she was developing into a very fine woman. Pale pink nipples perked as the air hit them and she began to cry when she noticed the others laughing at her. Stop it! she pleaded as she was lifted up on to the saddle. She visibly flinched as his hand landed on her bottom. Don't touch me there!
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

You're pretty enough, I'll give you that. He said, amused, as he drew back a hand to deliver a sharp smack to that heart-shaped ass. His hand was still encased in the leather gloves that he wore, and he knew that it hurt far worse for her than he. But you have got to learn that you're a pledge now. Which means that you do as I say, no matter what that might be. If it means running through the streets of Karak Dorn in nothing but a cloak of chicken feathers, by God you will be weaving a cloak of chicken feathers. If I tell you to leap from the wall, you leap from the wall. Perhaps I've been too soft on you so far, too concerned about where you came from. That being said, you need to know before we reach the city, and I cannot delay in teaching you. His hand raised and lowered again, then again, and again. Somewhere about mid-way through he paused to remove that heavy leather glove, his skin hitting hers with a solid smack each time that it fell till both hand and bottom achieved a bright shade of redness. Only then would his hand rest against her ass again, lightly rubbing her by now tender flesh as he spoke. Now, apologize for being disrespectful.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Sharp pain exploded on her bottom as he brought down his hand for the first time, instantly causing her to shout and trash in the saddle. That was the only time she had experienced pain outside of the ache in her muscles and the blisters on her hands that work had caused. It was entirely unpleasant. His words made her fume but she did so silently. How was this being too soft?! He had practically given her little option but to come with him and now he was treating her as if she was little less than a work mule. Then the spanking continued. He wailed on her bottom and each time his hand fell down on her bottom she jumped and wailed and made an awful fuss about it. Somewhere in the mix he had managed to remove his leather glove and his bare hand stung more against her throbbing backside. By the time he was finished it felt like a heart was beating in the damned thing. There was also another strange sensation was only a little bit familiar with. Between her legs there was a strange pulse and, as she squirmed, she felt slickness rub against her thighs. Instantly she was quelled. Not for the pain in her ass but for the arousal she felt from it. I'm sorry, she replied in a strained whisper.
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

What the hell? Leslies head was pounding, much more than she actually had hoped for. It wasnt the usual either, which made her wonder if shed had a lot more than she thought. But then again, she normally didnt drink. This wasnt her ideal way of waking up in the morning. With one eye open, she scanned the unfamiliar room. She remembered her hotel room looking much dirtier, and not as superb as this one. That could mean one of two things. She either hit it big, or she ended up having a one night stand. Shit , she thought. Georgie could be wondering where she is right about now, and she cant possibly have that happen. She sat up, head spinning. She came to celebrate graduating college, now a music major as well as accounting. Georgie felt that Leslie needed to wind down, so they ended up going to Vegas. She vaguely remembered the partying, and a lot of drinking. But after that it was all blank. Now shes naked in a strangers bedroom. Naked. Oh fuck! She scrambled to her feet, looking frantically for her clothes. One thing caught her eyes. A golden ring on her left hand ring finger. She looked up, toward the bed and let out a shriek. Oh my God!
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

Mark was woken up by a shriek. He had gone to sin city with a bunch of his friends for a little r and r and he did a little gambling and then a lot of drinking. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful yet unknown women. He yelled back, who the hell are you. She was stark naked. But then ageing so was he. He thought back to what her could recall. Tom, Adam and him drove to sin city they stayed at the mirage. They unpacked there things did a little gambling and then went to the bar. The bar did he really drink that much that he had slept with some girl he didnt even know. He looked at her and said, ok what the hell is going on here. where are we. and how the hell did we get here. oh no at that point he had just seen a gold ring on his left hand. His mother was going to kill him.
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

She was shaking, freaking out. This isnt right, this cant be happening. She looked down, then back up. She covered herself up as much as possible reaching for a random jacket on the dresser and covering herself. Who am I? Who are you? She countered, looking at him. He was attractive, but not enough to deter from the fact that these two were now Her eyes widened, Wewe got Her voice trailed off as she came to realization that they made a big mistake. She threw her hands up in the air, landing on her face. Oh god, I had a Vegas wedding! She started having a small panic attack. This is bad, this is so bad. She started to gather her things, Wheres my phone? I have to call a lawyer and get this annulled. She was talking to herself, getting down on her knees to look for her shoes under the bed. The better she left, the greater shed feel. She looked up, spotting her underwear on the pillow beside him. Fuck.
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

Mark looked at his cell phone and said, I am a lawyer and heres your problem its Saturday we wont be able to get an annulment till Monday. All the courts are closed. But yes once we can we should. Its the adult thing to do. He saw the paintes by him and though them at her. He found his underwear and put them on under the covers. It took him 5 minutes but he found his pants. He was relieved to see he had an opened condom rapper. thank god he said out loud and then put on the rest of his close. He said, im going to call my friends tom and Adam they problem know what went on last night. He buttoned up his shirt and then asked, did you come with anybody.
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

Leslie mumbled a thank you to him as she pulled her panties on, then her shorts and top. Yes, that would be the adult thing to do. She told him, she slipped on her shoes, sitting down on the bed. I dont do this. Not at all. She was going to have to explain everything to Georgie when she finds her. They should have never done this, not one bit. She found her phone and started dialing. But the moment the thought clicked into her head, she looked up at him. Wait, what do you mean until Monday? I dont have until Monday. I leave tomorrow Her face landed in her palms again. Georgie is going to kill methis isnt something I do. Her , maybe, but not me. She looked up, I mean, youre probably a great guy, and youll probably make someone a very lucky wife, but I just dontGod! She fell back on the bed, her head filling up with the usual worry.
Thread: Waking Up in Vegas [SanguinisTorment and Standupguy1]

Mark passed back and forth trying to think what could of happened. He was a goddamn lawyer he should be able. He looked around him. they were in a very very nice room. A room he could one day afforded but that day wasnt now. He was still paying off school debts. He looked over to the girl he had just slept with, your still a college student right? do you come from money would you be able to afford a room like this?