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Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

A cry of pain left Amelia's lips, her hand moving up to where he had slapped her. Her eyes were wide, though it was more in shock than fear. No one had ever spoken to her that way, let alone hit her. Her skin was still stinging as he began to pat down her body, and she seemed to use every ounce of self control she had to resist the urge to pull away from him. Her cheeks were red, his hands feeling around in places that no one would have ever dared to touch her. Do I look like someone that would have a knife? she retorted, quickly realizing that she needn't continue to say things that might anger him. I don't have anything.. she added, her voice sounding more timid. From then on, she remained silent, not offering any protests as he tossed her up onto the horse and held her in place rather lewdly. Without uttering a word, she allowed him to help her upright, her eyes scanning her surroundings as they left the city limits. The uncertainty she felt in that moment was maddening. Just as he had said, the kidnapping had been successful. They were getting farther and farther from the city, with no signs of anyone behind them. Suddenly, he seemed to become an even greater threat. She wasn't really sure how long they had been riding, the sky having gone through an array of colors before finally going to black. Her body was beginning to grow tired, aching from sitting so stiffly in front of him. Hesitantly, she leaned back against him, allowing her body to rest against his as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine something pleasant.
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As she relaxed against him, his desire for her body increased. The darkness only intensified his need. All good things happened in the dark, after all. He found a chimney sitting in a clearing, the last remnants of a cottage fire many years ago. It would make as good of a camp as any, he supposed. The man stopped their horse and balanced the girl on the saddle as he dismounted. He pulled her down into his arms, apparently still asleep. There was a patch of grass that had grown through brick off to the side. Negotiating by moonlight he walked over and laid her there before returning to tend to the horse. His movements were graceful and confident, as at ease in the wilderness as he was in the city. He had only a few things with him but he seemed unburdened by their lack of supplies. He spoke softly to the horse as he removed the saddle and blanket, brushing down the wet spots with the palm of his hand. He eased the bit out of the animal's mouth, careful not to hit any teeth, and once the gear was off he tied the animal's halter off to a nearby tree so that it allowed it to graze. It was going to be a cool night. The sky was clear, meaning that the heat wasn't held next to the ground like a blanket. The man turned back to look at his captive as he decided the best course for the night. He could tie her down or he could trust her. The best course seemed to tie her, but he had no rope. That had been bad planning.
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Amelia hadn't even realized that she had fallen asleep, at least until she woke up. She groaned softly, seeming a bit disoriented as her eyes fluttered open. She was..outside? Within a few seconds, it all seemed to come back to her. The tavern, the strange man taking her as his hostage, riding with him out of the city. Taking in a deep breath, she laid still on the ground, not wanting him to know that she was awake. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, adjusting to the darkness as she finally caught sight of him by the horse. For a moment, she wondered if she could run. It seemed as though it would be easy enough, but she quickly dismissed the thought. It was too quiet, and he would hear any movement she made. And after all, she had no where to go. The thought brought tears to her eyes. She was still alive though, that was a good sign. At least she hoped. Still laying where he had left her, she watched him as he unsaddled the horse. He seemed gentle with the creature, which was in a way surprising to her. She found herself wondering what he was like as a person, and what it was he had done. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as his attention turned from the animal to her. She knew that it was her he was looking at, but she hoped that the darkness would conceal the fact that she was staring directly back at him. Perhaps if he thought her to be asleep, he would simply let her be.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

He didn't like people. Hate was a strong word, but the taste that came to his mouth when he thought about people in general was like old blood and rusted metal. There she was, though a 'people'. Her legs were visible under the cover of her dress, and the pale perfection of her skin nearly gleamed in the light of the moon. She was his insurance his guarantee of life and escape. At least for three days. Then he'd leave her someplace safe. But she didn't need to know that. He was a scoundrel and a murderer, but he was a man of his word. For instance, if he told someone he was going to kill them, then he always followed through. He was honorable like that. Hence, the city guards earlier... There were some interesting things that people were good for, though. He strode to where she laid, and as he got closer he saw that she wasn't asleep anymore. He stood a few feet away from her, contemplating the jewel that had fallen into his lap. Quite convenient, actually. He had wanted her but she wasn't on the market, and now he had her. His lip quirked up into a smirk. Why don't you stand up so I can see exactly what I have here? His smirk widened into a smile. He had felt her shapely, feminine from beneath her dress and now he wanted more. They were alone out there. No one would stop him from taking what he wanted, especially not her. You can give it to me willingly or I can take it by force, but either way you're going to be mine tonight. You might as well enjoy it.
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As though the action was involuntary, Amelia found herself sitting up slightly and scooting backwards as he approached her, wanting to keep space between them. Not that she honestly thought it would help. She was quiet as she stared up at him, her mouth opening slightly as he spoke, though no words left her mouth. She looked dumbfounded, her mind trying to process his words. Having been more concerned about her life, she hadn't considered what else he could do to her. I.. she started to say, her voice trailing off as she tore her gaze away from him and stared down at the ground. Her cheeks were hot, her hands nervously picking at her dress as she tried to think of something to say or do. No.. she finally said, shaking her head slightly. It was as though she couldn't accept what was about to happen, like maybe she could somehow magically prevent him from taking her with just the simple word. No. she repeated again, her voice barely a whisper. Laying back down, she turned onto her side so that she was facing away from him. She didn't know what else to do. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, her body rigid as she waited for what she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid.
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He laughed. No? No? Who do you think you are? No girl who sits in a tavern like you were in gets to say 'no' to anyone, you stupid little thing. What do you think, that you can simply will the world to do your bidding? He scoffed and walked over to her. Kneeling down beside her he reached down and yanked her arm up to the side, to force her onto her back. It would be a shame to tear that pretty dress of yours. But I will. He grinned at her as he pushed her further on her back, fending off any struggling she might try to do. She was pretty, and available, and he wanted her. Amelia's defiance, rather than slow his desire, ignited it. He wanted to force her to take what he gave her and then to eventually beg for it. His strong fingers began to work at the buttons on her bodice. To hold her down he straddled her, strong legs on either side of her hips. His rough clothing and the hard way he yanked at her body as he undid each tiny pearl was a good indication that this wasn't going to be enjoyable to her. He didn't need her completely undressed, truth be told. He just wanted to free those breasts of hers and then get under her skirts. Sex didn't have to be pretty for it to be satisfying. He relished the way her boy struggled beneath him as he removed layer after layer of her clothes. Whoever had dressed her had spent a good amount of money to give her nice things to wear. Perhaps she wasn't a common strumpet after all.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

Who did she think she was? Did he honestly not know? I'm someone you wouldn't stand half a chance of having without forcing yourself upon me. she muttered back in disgust, though her voice trembled with fear. She tried to act strong, but her weakness was quite clear. Get off of me! she shouted out at him as he moved over top of her, her voice echoing around them. The panic had truly set in, her body squirming beneath his grasp. The surreal part of the experience was over. Yes, she had been scared, but her fate hadn't been sealed before. Now, what he was going to do would change everything, and suddenly, it all became very real. Please.. she begged softly. I..I'm sorry, please just stop. she pleaded desperately, her hands weakly pushing at his as they worked at her dress. She could feel the garment loosening, his hands skillfully undressing her as though it was something he did on a regular basis. When the begging didn't work, she continued to struggle, her nails digging sharply into his flesh as she violently twisted beneath him. The despair was clear in her eyes as her efforts proved to do nothing except tire her, rather than phase him in the slightest. She was persistent though, continuing her attempts to fight him off, despite the fact that she seemed to grow weaker with each passing second. Her body stiffened as she felt the top of her dress come undone, the cool air of the night hitting her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Her struggles had ceased, the young girl lying motionless beneath him. Hesitantly, she lifted her gaze up to his face, searching his eyes for any hint of emotion other than his twisted lust for her. Finding none, she spat into his face, her body resuming its struggle against him.
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He liked her fire. He liked the way she struggled, like some virginal innocent, as he pulled her clothing aside and forced his leg between hers. For a moment she pleaded with him and he paused, but then he remembered that all women were liars. Liars. Whores. Not to be trusted. They were only good for one or two things and none of them involved him not getting what he wanted from her. Eventually she stopped struggling and he thought that she had submitted, but then her fury burst out anew, her nails dug into his flesh and she flailed her limbs, trying desperately to dislodge him from her body. She spat in his face and he slapped her again, not as hard as the first time but enough to let her know that it wasn't acceptable. He decided to keep her sharp little nails from raking all the skin off his body, and grabbed her wrists in his strong hands. He wretched them over her head and then pinned them both with one hand. His fingers were calloused and the way he held her didn't allow her to pull her hands away. She might as well have been put in metal shackles. His other hand was now free to roam over her body without her interference, and he took advantage of his position over her, running his right hand down, across her neck and over her collar bone, until his fingers found the edge of her laced bodice. He drew her shift to the side to further expose her perfect breasts. He met her eyes and smiled, though it was a smile of 'I won this round' rather than 'you're going to die'. Those kinds of smiles did not reach his eyes. This one did. Then, as if he was beginning round two, he bent closer and began to kiss the side of her neck. As his lips and tongue explored the delicate curve between her ear and her shoulder his right hand moved across her breast. First his palm brushed the tip of her nipple, teasing the pink plateau against his rough skin, then he cupped her breast and ran his hand around the supple orb. A moment later his fingertips found her nipple and he rolled it between his digits as his mouth moved up and he licked the delicate skin beneath her jawline, drawing her flesh into his mouth and teasing her with flicks of his tongue. His strong legs held her hips down, but now he placed one leg between her thighs and forced them apart so that the hard muscles that covered his femur could brace against her sex, a first introduction to what she would be feeling later that night.
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Frustration mixed in with Amelia's fear as he continued to easily overpower her, a defeated cry escaping her as he gripped her wrists and held them above her. Her body was tiring, her face stinging from where he had slapped her. That didn't stop her from fighting, though by then, she knew she wouldn't even come close to winning. She was out of breath as he smiled down at her, her fear filled eyes staring into his as she panted beneath him. I hope y- she started to say, her words cut short by the gasp that left her lips as his own moved down to her neck. The action sent a chill down her body, her struggles ceasing once more. It was as though the action had rendered her unable to move, her body now still. She drew in a sharp breath as his tongue moved across her soft skin, tiny goosebumps appearing on her skin. She suddenly felt warm inside, an unfamiliar sensation creeping up on her. Oh.. she gasped, holding in her breath as his free hand found her breast. She was trembling as she exhaled, a tiny whimper leaving her lips. Already, she had lost control of her body, but now, it was as though her mind was slipping from her as well. She couldn't focus on her own thoughts, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the way that he touched her. Was this how she was supposed to feel? She honestly didn't understand if she was responding in a positive or negative way, her breaths coming out in uneven pants as his fingers and lips moved against her body. It was too much, the sensations overwhelming. She didn't know what to focus on, her mind trying to make sense of all of it. His lips, his hands, the way his leg rubbed against her. Please.. she begged to him once more, though this time she wasn't certain of what she was even asking for. Please stop, please go easy on her, please explain the strange feelings that were building inside of her? She simply didn't know. I..I've never.. she whispered, finding herself unable to form the words she was trying to speak as he continued to tease her body, creating sensations she hadn't even known existed.
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He gave a soft growl as she said 'please', then he reached down and pushed the skirts of her dress up over her thighs as she said that she had 'never', but he wasn't listening to her words. He was listening to her body. The cool leather of his pants pressed against her hot thighs as cloth was pushed aside. His fingers dug into her incidental clothes, pulling away the delicate fabric and ripping what wouldn't come off easily. As he stripped the clothes off her hips his mouth moved down her chest until his lips latched onto the neglected nipple. His tongue swirled around the blossoming nipple, touching the tip and then allowing his teeth to graze her skin skillfully. He moved the last of her small clothes out of the way so that his leg was pressed against her bare skin, then he reached up and began to unfasten the front of his trousers to free the hardened manhood that strained for release. His hard cock sprung forward once he moved enough of his pants away. The thick girth rubbed against Amelia's now exposed body, violating the innocence she might have once had. Though he hadn't penetrated her and was far from doing so, she now knew what it felt like to have a man so close to her, skin to skin and heat to heat. He pulled her nipple in his mouth and let it go, then moved to the other. The wet, exposed nipple was now chilling in the night air, the cool whispers of wind made more acute by its wetness. The man pushed her legs apart and moved his other leg between hers, forcing her open wider and placing himself where only her future husband had a right to be. But now... the rogue was going to claim her. He was bent on taking her and making her his, and it seemed as if nothing she did or said could stop him.
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In that moment, she seemed more confused than anything. She was embarrassed, her cheeks reddened. This wasn't how she should have been acting. Of course, there was no doubt that she was scared, or that she wanted him to stop. But even then, her body was responding to him, and not in a bad way. Little gasps and sighs continued to leave her lips as his touch moved to new places, places that had never been explored on her before. Her body squirmed beneath him as his mouth replaced the hand that had been on her breast, but she was no longer trying to fight him or pull away. If he were to take a moment to look up into her eyes, he would see that she was conflicted. This was supposed to be horrific, terrifying. And in her mind, it still was, yet her body seemed to encourage him. She felt helpless, and not simply because he had her held beneath him with no way to escape, but mostly because she could no longer seem to control the way she reacted to him. Her legs easily moved apart as he wedged between them, her eyes wide as she felt his cock against her bare skin. It felt warm and thick, and rather than being scared of it, she found herself wondering what it looked like. The thought quickly dissipated though as he moved closer towards her, a strange jolt moving through her as it pressed between her legs. With his cock threatening to enter her, her body stilled, every movement seeming to press him closer against her. She was quiet, though she felt like he would be able to hear her heart beating. It was racing in her chest from the fear, the nervousness, the anticipation. A voice within her head was faintly calling to her, telling her to stop him. Of course, she knew she couldn't keep him from taking what he wanted, but she could at least go down with a fight. She didn't listen to the voice though, and instead witnessed her dignity slip away as she silently laid beneath him and waited for him to claim her.
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He moved his hips and caused the hot shaft to rub against her tender folds, pulling moisture from her body whether she wanted it or not. His mouth stimulated her, each pull and nibble on her breasts designed to send shocking thrills rushing straight to her womanhood, to make her knees weak and to cause words to come out as unintelligible sounds. He knew women's bodies and he enjoyed playing them. It was a conquest a testimony to his manliness. If he could made a woman weak with desire then it meant that he had won. It was another battle, another conquest, and he was born to conquer. His left hand tightened around her wrist and brought them closer to her head so that her arms were bent now. He felt her body relax, then tense, then relax, then go into a vibrant 'waiting' mode, as if anticipating what was to come. He wasn't so naive as to think that she would pull him in with eager hands if he were to let her hands go. Not yet. As he felt her body responding he looked up into her face. What he saw was interesting, to say the least. She was quiet and her eyes were wide. There was a slight part to her lips as she waited, like a doe that knew that she was in the archer's range and that the arrow would be loosed at any moment. It was a vulnerable, acceptance, that made her countenance all the more beautiful to him. It was, in many ways, almost exactly like the way some people looked when they saw him and knew that he had come to kill them, and that their deeds had caught up with them finally. An acceptance of the inevitable. It was beautiful. He moved over her repeatedly, feeling her hot valley beneath his shaft. Then he trailed his right hand down, past her stomach, past the bundle of skirt that he had shoved up around her hips, past her hips, to move across the soft hair that guarded her sex. His fingers parted her swollen petals, skimmed across that sensitive nub that guarded her entry, and then slid over the entry to her body, guiding the tip of his velvety head to it's portal. Once he was nestled comfortably he tested her and slid fingers along his glans to run along her glistening skin. She felt exquisitely warm and soft, clean and accommodating. If she was a whore she hadn't been at it long she was too pristine to be a common street tramp. Warm lips moved from her breasts up to her mouth, covering her own with soft, penetrating kisses. His tongue moved across her bottom lip to send thrills into her mouth and he kissed her like a lover would, covering her mouth with his as if-- His hips pressed fast and firm against hers, the thrust decisive and complete. The thick, rigid manhood penetrated her body and slid the full length into her tight, moist sheath, embedding his body into hers and changing forever the path of her destiny.
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An unfamiliar, pleasured sound left Amelia's lips as he moved against her sex, her cheeks turning bright red in response. It was only then that she realized how far she had let herself slip, knowing that she couldn't go back. He was going to force himself on her, and she was enjoying it. She was sickened with herself, an internal battle taking place within her as her mind desperately tried to fight her body. It wasn't at all what she had expected, and not specifically just with him. She had dreaded this day long before, the day that a man would finally touch her. Her entire life, she had been told that her sole purpose was to marry a man and spend her life pleasing him. She was to save herself for the man she would marry, give herself to him entirely. Yet there she was with a man who was going to take away her purpose in life. When he was done with her, she would be useless, but even then she wanted his touch to continue. Her breathing was shaky as his hand made its trek down her body, though it seemed to be more in anticipation than fear. He had already won, and somehow, that made him less of a threat. Each new touch, every pleasured sensation seemed to let her mind slip further and further away. By the time he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, it was as though she had entirely forgotten what it was that was truly happening. It didn't matter who he was, where they were, or what he had done. It didn't matter that just minutes before, she had done everything in her power to fight him off. All that mattered was the way he touched her, the sensations he created within her. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her, his lips soft and inviting. It was the first time she had kissed a man. Hesitantly, she allowed her lips to move against his own, parting to allow his tongue entry. She seemed so lost in it, so entranced. The spell was broken as a surge of pain made it's way through her, whimpering against his lips as her body tensed beneath him. In just a simple second, the man had not only taken her virtue, he had taken everything.