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Thread: A bet she'll never forget {Cheshire Pup&lightJason}

She was so confused, ??What bet?? she demanded but her arms were forced away leaving her chest open to her friend. She bit her lip as a small whimper of pleasure escaped her and actually found herself getting aroused. ??What the hell happened last night?!? she demanded, struggling to get away.
Thread: A bet she'll never forget {Cheshire Pup&lightJason}

Her lips curled into a smile when she her those come out of Marry's mouth. Don't you worry about that. she said with lust in her voice. Her hands ran down Marry's body. Once her hands made it to Marry's butt Heather start to grope her butt. Besides you ass already said That I own you. She said giving a nice firm slap.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Jessy couldn't believe her luck! Her life long dream has always been to become a model, and today might be her chance. She had seen earlier in the newspaper that one of her favorite photographers was looking for a new, up and coming model. She screamed loudly in excitement and quickly got dressed before heading out the door with the paper still in her clutches so she could see where she needed to go for the interviews that were going on that day. She quickly made her way to the building that was being used for interviews and found, much to her horror, that a good many other girls had obviously seen the paper before her and we already waiting in line to get into the office. She quickly got into the line and waited for what seemed like hours before she got her chance to walk into the office. Once she got inside she walked inside excitedly and sat down at the chair across from the desk. She nervously started playing with her hair with one of her hands and said, I can't believe that I'm actually here and getting the chance to become a model! I've wanted to be a model since I was ten years old! Oh... My name is Jessy! Jessy French. She said almost as an afterthought.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Sitting in the middle chair was of course Kiruka Ma're and was one of the youngest photographers around. She was only nineteen and she was already known for her great work. She was actually the daughter of the famous photographer of this company, so she knew all the tricks and all the information there was to the model agency. Lifting her hand she put her attention towards Jessy and nodding at her excited introduction before lowering her gaze. Tell me why you want this job. And not because it's your dream or because you think it is from what you see on TV she said as her assistant looked at her. Kiruka was serious about her job. She didn't want to add anyone in who couldn't take the pressure. Which meant if they couldn't work out, eat right, or take the pictures she wanted. They couldn't even apply for this without getting a horrible grade. Kiruka may not have been a model, but she could have passed for one, which is why she never told anyone her age, which meant , no one, not even the press knows what her real age is and can only assume. This is all about business, so that means, if you cannot agree to theses terms she started holding up a book of paper and closed her eyes before finishing. Then you cannot be, what you dreamed of.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Jessy lightly gasped when she heard the woman's reply. She knew that she was going to have to do some talking, but thought that they would at least talk a little about it before they got into the interview. She just sat there blankly for a moment before shaking her head lightly to snap herself out of the small trance she seemed to be in. Sorry. She said. I'm just so excited about this chance that I went a little blank there for a minute. I've always gotten compliments about my looks and love to be photographed. I love getting dressing up in all kinds of outfits and would love to be able to wear some of the clothes that I see in the magazines. I've always wanted to be famous and honestly... I REALLY need a good paying job because my parents are having some serious money problems right now... She continued, a small blush creeping onto her face.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Kiruka smiled before shaking her head and turning her head. That's how it always starts, but, maybe you'll have a shot she said as her assistant smirked. What she means is, your chances are very slim in getting in, and it's a possibility that you may get it she stated as Kiruka rolled her eyes. Anyway, sign the papers and bring them back. Out of all the girls who show up, only three of them will be chosen. Let's hope you pass the test she said standing up before looking over to the door. I'm going to call it a day she said as the woman behind the desk stood. Kiruka, you have more interviews to go through. You do it, I'm tired of doing this right now, I need to relax she said while walking to the door and smiled. Catch ya later Jessy.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Jessy let out a deep sigh of relief when she heard that she was going to get a chance and gratefully took the papers in front of her. She wanted to run up to the woman and embrace her, but as she seemed to have such of an all business attitude at the moment, she held herself back, though just barely, and instead just smiled and walked confidently outside. She quickly went home and started to read the papers. It seemed to all be in order. She would usually be given a few outfits and would be put into various backgrounds and then she would make a few poses, have very many pictures taken and get paid based on the quality of the pictures, then she'd go home and wait for the next shoot. Once she believed she understood everything, she signed the papers, but not wanting to look desperate, she didn't take them back just then. She just spent the remainder of the day relaxing. The next day, she woke up a bit later and took more time getting ready, then at about 200 she drove down to drop off her papers, hoping that she would get a call after just a few days.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Looks like that, Jenny, Jessy, whatever her name is, looks like she didn't show up. Kiruka blinked and closed her eyes in a thinking motion as four girls stood before her. She had the others waiting in the hallway, those who would take their pictures and picked out on the feel of the picture. Her golden eyes opened slowly before standing up and stretching. Well, girls, you can go and start the makeovers, if a girl by the name of Jessy does come around, do bring her in as well she said while giving a wave of her hand. Where are you going now. It's my lunch. No you're staying here and waiting!. Come on, even if you're my cousin that doesn't mean you can boss me around. But I'm Twenty five, remember who's eighteen. Ughhh!.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Jessy was surprised when she arrived to drop off her papers to quickly hear that she had been expected well over an hour before and was advised to go to hair and make up as quickly as possible so she could get ready for a mock photo shoot, for that was how the new models were going to be chosen. She gasped and without asking why they hadn't told them when to show up, she took off at a sprint to the appointed room, getting lost once for about five minutes. When she finally got to the door she opened it very quickly and between pants for breath said, I'm... Here.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Though the two were still arguing Kiruka turned her head and smiled sweetly before giving a wave. Happy to see that you've made it she said and rested herself against the desk. As you already know, we're going to take some mock shots, but I haven't told you the outcome of the whole situation she started and walked over to the door. Whoever has the best picture will appear on the cover of this company's magazine she said with a small smirk. They all were also going to take pictures with her, but she didn't tell them yet. The mock shot's design for today is the seven sins, of course we all know what those are, Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Envy and blah blah blah she said not really wanting to explain them all. She was to be dressed up as the sin of lust.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Um... Alright. Jessy said slowly as she made her way over to sit down in her chair. She quickly sat down and layed back, a smile etched in her face for she LOVED having people work to make her look good. Of course she liked to do her own make up and hair, but when other people did it, it just made her feel so much more important and beautiful. Um... How long do we have until the shot?
Thread: Modeling in chains

You're the last person to work with out of the models she said and ran her fingers through her hair. I'll see you at the set she said before walking off and towards her own make-up and hair artist. She was quicker to deal with though since she knew what had to be done for her look. Assigned as the lust icon she blinked and thought to herself. Someone else was going to share the same role as her. Smirking she closed her eyes as her eye shadow was applied and her painted lipstick. She was wearing a red short dress with fishnet stockings and boots. And on her hands were elbow length gloves. Walking towards the set she waited backstage and smiled, hoping no one would get shocked.
Thread: Modeling in chains

Jessy nodded her head and watched as Kiruka walked out of the room before just sitting back and letting the make up artist get to work. She watched as much more make up was put on her face than was probably necessary. Her skin was made a very pale white as if she hadn't seen the sun for ages, she was wearing very dark eye shadow and were completely surrounded in a thick black make up. Her lips were painted black, as were her fingernails, the whole transformation making her look very Gothic, almost satanic and she started to believe that she was going to be playing the part of wrath. Her hair was straightened again and she was dressed in a pair of black and blue Tripp pants, a black shirt with the word 'Destruction' written on it in an old English font, a pair of arm socks that reached half way up her bicep and a pair of big heavy metal boots. She was there even after everyone else was taken away as the artists put on the finishing touches on her outfit while they waited for her to be called.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

The Princess Elsa had not been excited to be marrying a Viking leader. For one, he was older than her. Two, she didn't know him. Thirdly and most importantly, he was more barbaric than her own people were. He had seemed nice enough she supposed, but she wasn't looking forward to having to spend her entire life with him. No was she looking forward to what she knew would be expected...giving him children. Elsa was average height, around five foot hour. She had brown hair and light skin, dotted with the classic Celtic freckles. She had honey colored eyes and a nice curvy body. She could've been married to anyone, but no, her father decided to give her away as a peace offering. The peace hadn't gone so well, however. They had been in the middle of the wedding feast when suddenly, all of the vikings in the room had gotten up and begun to yell battle cries. They flipped the tables, pushed the Celts out of the way, and started stealing things. She'd looked at her new husband next to her in horror, but he was grinning widely. In that moment she hadn't him even more, she knew he had planned this. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be looking so smug.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute never even engaged in the slaughter - except once, in the midst of tearing a chunk of meat from a fat leg of chicken, when his long knife flashed in a streak to bury itself in the belly of one of the Celtic warriors, charging bare-handed at the Viking warlord. The young princess's new husband is certainly frightful in appearance. His hair is a mane of fiery reddish-blonde, falling straight down a set of broad shoulders. Fierce gray eyes are set in a hawkish face, but it is his frame that truly catches the eye. He towers nearly 6 and a half feet, his body rippling with the muscles and scars of a life-long warrior. Giving barely a glance to his terrified new bride, he flings the unfinished chicken leg onto the floor, takes a long gulp of mead, and plants one big hand firmly on Elsa's thigh. His voice is a low growl, You stay, and watch my conquest. Once more, his teeth gleam in a vicious grin.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She jumped a little as he placed his hand on her thigh, she'd never been touched on her thigh like that. She was about to protest to it, but he had already started to move away. She hoped that he didn't think he could touch her like that whenever he wanted. They may be married, but she wasn't going to be treated like a piece of meat. She watched him as he moved to the middle of the fray. It was a bloody mess. She could see both vikings and Celts dead on the floor, but sadly, it was mostly Celts who were dead. She sighed, reaching up and placing a stray hair back into it's buckle. Her hair had been elaborately plaited in the way of the Celts, but she wore a hideous viking wedding gown. She felt hot and stuffy in it, the fur was making her itchy. Celts got married in beautiful cloth gowns, but her new husband had insisted that she look like a viking as much as possible. They'd compromised, and she'd gotten her hair done the way she wanted. She was angry that she would never be able to live among Celts again...she'd have to leave with these barbarians.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute, seemingly satisfied his new wife will not be running off anywhere, busies himself surveying the carnage. A few waves of his hand and growled commands in his own brutish tongue send his men shuffling among the bodies, pulling valuables from the Celts, all dressed in their finest for the evening's festivities... now, all that remains of those fine tunics and clean linen is tattered and blood-stained. By now, most of the fighting has ceased, and Canute passes his way unchallenged through the hall, only to stop at the feet of Elsa's own father. The poor old chieftan is on his last leg, breath tattered, with a deep gash across his belly. Canute smirks, leaning forward to growl, Pleasure trading with you, king. He snickers, one big hand thrust out to catch the massive gold torc around the chieftan's neck, freeing the gold only to fit it around his own thick neck. With that, he spins on a heel, shifting the wolf-fur on his shoulders and cocking his head to one side, observing his new wife with another of those big grins, Well, wench? You're tougher than you look. Not even a tear for your father?
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She glared at him as he put her father's chain around his own filthy neck. She gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists beneath the table, trying to control her anger. Celts don't show emotion to the enemy, she stated bluntly, seething horribly on the inside. She hated Canute more than she had ever thought she could hate anyone. He was the scum of the earth to her, and she vowed that she would never be a good wife to him. She stood up quickly and walked down the platform that held the wedding table. She walked gingerly among the dead until she got to her father. She knelt down beside him and whispered something in Gaelic. Then she closed his eyelids gently. She stood up and began to walk out of the great hall, and away from Canute.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute offers an amused little chuckle at the furious princess, growling something to his men in Saxon. The warriors let loose a hoot of laughter at their warlord's humor. It is not until just as Elsa reaches the doorway to the hall that he calls out to her in his rumbling shout, Where do you think you're going, wife? I told you to stay. Already, his long egs are taking him across the hall, loping over an overturned table that stands in his way. The warlord moves frighteningly fast for a man his size, leaping the table to come down thunderously behind Elsa, a single meaty fist shooting out to catch her by that beautiful brown hair.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She stopped short when she heard him leap down behind her, his body made the entire floor shake. Her muscles tensed as she could feel him so close behind her. Canute towered over Elsa, he could lean over above her and look at her face if he tried to. She felt him grab her hair and she gritted her teeth, it was petty, but the last thing she wanted him to do right now was mess up her hair. What do you want? she growled back at him, though hers was obviously much less intimidating than his. She could be quite vicious when she was angry, but she hadn't quite gotten to that point yet. He was pushing her there though.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

He seems intent on driving her over the edge and letting that temper fly. As soon as those meaty fingers catch in her hair, the opposite arm is looping around the slender Celt, catching her fully around the waist to tug her back against his hard, fur-clad body. She can feel his rumbling laughter as he tugs her hard against him, pressing against her body, that big hand spread over her belly. The hand in her hair releases, at least, giving some small relief, though it only drops down her body to rest alongside one long thigh. Is it the custom of Celtic wives to abandon their husbands on their wedding night? I have always been told other tales...
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Her face grew hot as he mentioned the 'other tales'. Celtic women were known for being extremely sexual. They were renowned for pleasing both themselves and their husbands far better than almost every other kind of woman in Europe did. Of course there were rumors about the women of the Middle East, but no one around here was even sure if the people there existed. She pushed his hand off of her thigh, though it took a lot of energy for her to do so. He wasn't just bigger than her, he also had ten times the strength that she did. Don't touch me like that, she demanded, trying to pry his other arm from around her waist, but she couldn't do it. She struggled against him, flailing a little bit. She had dreaded the end of the wedding feast from the time she woke up that morning. Any new husband would expect to be loved by his new wife on their wedding night, but she knew that Canute was going to expect that and much more.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute, for his part, is probably doing his new wife a kindness by not backhanding her for tossing his hand off her thigh. Instead, he just continues that rumbling little laugh, amused by his spunky new bride. The arm around her waist holds her fast, though, and all her struggling and wriggling against him is probably not helping Elsa's case. Mm, I'll touch you how I please, woman. I know your people let their women speak equally in the house... this will not be true with us, you'll find. We take our women as we please, he growls, punctuating the remark with a forceful press forward, shoving the woman's body against the doorframe, pinning her between the wooden beam and his own hardened body. The free hand that was tossed off her thigh is back at its games again, but this time, more likely in an attempt to humiliate the woman than not, that hand slides its way up the side of her thigh again... this time beneath the furs she has been forced to wear, rough, callused hands fondling soft flesh. Canute's men have already left the hall, for the most part, tracking down the rest of the city's women for sport of their own, no doubt. Only a few linger, digging among the destruction for the last of the Celtic gold.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She did her best not to show the growing terror that was rising because of him touching her. She groaned softly as he shoved her against the doorframe. She swallowed again, nervously, trying to think of something to say. The dining hall is not the proper place...to get to know your new bride, she had decided to try to be diplomatic with him. She already knew that he was stronger than she was, so trying to out fight him wasn't going to work. She had to surpress a whimper as he hand slid up inside the furs. His hands had to be the most disgusting things she'd ever felt in her life. Her skin was soft and silkly, lovely to touch, while his hands were calloused and rough, they felt like rocks scraping over her delicate flesh.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute, at least, seems to appreciate the soft skin. His hand lingers a moment longer before sliding higher up those furs, his big, shaggy head leaning in close to her for a low rumble, And what would be a good place, mm? Seems I may as well have my second conquest on the battleground of my first. He seems thoroughly amused by her protest, pressing the young princess up against the wall, his warm body far too close to Elsa for comfort. The arm around her waist slides upward, one of those rough hands sliding along her belly to cup one breast in a rough squeeze. Don't like you father watching, is that it? He snickers cruelly.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Tears came to her eyes as he pressed her against the doorframe harder. She tried to hold them back, struggling within herself, but as one hand moved closer to her womanhood and the other to her breast, they spilled over. She was silent for a moment, now trying to regain her composure. She didn't want to see her this weak, especially not already. If he did then he would never dream of giving her any kind of respect. Dead bodies aren't exactly romantic, she said carefully, doing her best to keep the quivering out of her voice. She didn't think that Canute had any concept of romance, but she thought she'd at least give it a try. If she could get him to a secluded place she would have a better chance of fending him off, or appeasing him with something else.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute's snicker continues, the hand upon her breast squeezing once more through those furs. I didn't know you Celts were so concerned with romance, he laughs, and suddenly the hand upon her breast drops, wrapping around that slim waist and lifting the princess bodily off the floor, slinging her over one shoulder. But if you wish... The big man shoves through the doors with Elsa upon one broad shoulder, only to lope over the roadway to one of the few thatch-roof homes his men have not set on fire. One booted foot kicks in the wooden door, nearly splintering it - certainly stifling any chance they might be able to at least close the door again, for privacy's sake. The home is empty, and Elsa knows it was once the house of the town's fletcher. Now, it is simply an empty home, with an empty table in the middle. A stain of blood mars the straw mattress, making it less than appealing, but it is the table on which Canute deposits her. I suppose you're more apt to be a good wife here, mm?
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She groaned as he slung her over his shoulder, deciding that he definitely had no concept of romance whatsoever. He plopped her down on the table and looked around, he'd brought her to the fletcher's house...and put her down on their dining table. This isn't exactly the picture of romance either, she said, but looking over at the bloody mattress wasn't any more appealing. She shifted a little and rearranged the gross itchy furs she was in. He'd hiked them up a little bit, but she brought them back to where they were supposed to be. She virtually ignored him for a couple of minutes while she tried to fix her hair, but she knew it was going to be in shambles soon anyway. She didn't answer his question about being a good wife...because she didn't plan on being a good wife to him ever.
Thread: An Honorable Union Gone Awry

Canute watches her patiently for a long moment as she fixes her hair, arms crossed over his big chest. Finally, he shakes his shaggy head, tossing that mane of hair before taking one quick step forward. Both big hands shoot like arrows for Elsa's wrists, to catch them and pin the young princess with arms high above her head to the top of that big table. His own body towers over her, pressing uncomfortably into her body from above. All right, wench, I'm tired of waiting. It's time you meet your husband, he snarls, face dropping close to her own.