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Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

The sun just setting , its rays offering a color filled view over the freshly picked fields. Upon the balcony of the ancient stone keep, Baron Julius Hendricks stared out at the road that led to his home and the slow moving carriage that had just come into his view though still a few miles away. The fine woven cloak fluttered behind him, snapping occasionally with the sharp winds. The dark hair moved as well , hanging loose past his shoulders while the deep brown hues focused upon the approaching carriage. In his right hand a crumpled letter that he had by now memorized and his mind continued to mull over it's contents. Surprisingly ,then again not really, Seems his brother and wife were killed by bandits as they were heading home from a vacation. The letter expressed its condolences but as the only living male of the family seems he was getting a ward. Their daughter from what he had been told was a spitting image of her mother at that age , that is what had gotten the wheels in his mind churning. A little more then sixteen years past Maria was his. They were slated to marry as, he was the older of the brothers , which would have expanded their lands seeing as her father's barony was right on their borders. Then War came and he led thier troops in with the kings army. Seemed during his absence his weaselly little brother snagged the girls heart and by the time he had returned his brother had convinced the girl to elope. Damned women and their lack of discipline. His fingers caused the paper to crumble in his hand even more. Since then he had not seen nor heard from his brother having banished him form the lands with their father's blessing. His laugh dark and twisted echoed from the balcony.. Now he had their daughter , heir to the lands and soon would be signing them over to him. Tossing the paper in the brazier for it contained a few other things not for anyone to know.. Seemed as well rumor had it sweet little girl was a pain doll. Though still a virgin seemed she would often slip down to the dungeons of her mothers keep and avail herself upon the various techniques of the interrogators for fun. The dark smile graced his features as the gates lifted allowing the carriage to make its way in past the deep moat. The keep itself made of a rare black stone, smooth as a baby's bottom was biult upon the edge the cliffs , that some drops were close to four hundred feet at certain spots. A natural river ran past the keep which allowed for a number of natural defenses. He could breath the salty air looking down to the bay , the city a lit with the lights of the streets. Smiling he turned Make sure the Baroness is welcomed Once she is settled escort her to my private study the servants rushed off not wishing to make the Master angry His steps echoed upon teh empty halls to hsi study already formulating what he would do with the girl
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

The dark cherry oak carriage rattled along the path to the stone keep. It had been almost a month since the death of Baroness Maria and Baron Damien Hendricks and their young daughter was still mourning their passing. The small carriages white curtains had been replaced with black ones and the driver and footmen of the carriage were clad all it black. And young Angelique, or Angel for short, wasn't the only one that was still mourning the passing of the kind Baron and his wife. Everyone that lived in their lands was upset. As they neared Angeliques new home, the young teen looked out the window at the keep and she softly sighed, another tear slowly slipping down her pale cheek which she wiped away with a handkerchief and a soft sniffle. She didn't want to go and live with her uncle. The girl had never met him before and from what her parents had told her, he was a very intimidating man and she was terrorfied to meet him. She glanced up at the black keep and knew that life with her uncle would be much different from what she was used to. As a spitting image of her mother, Angel had long gently curling hair that was as black as the sky on a moonless night and soft flawless skin that was the color of fresh milk. She had long eyelashes that framed her beautiful pale blue eyes. Those were the only thing that she had gotten from her father's side of the family. While her mother had dark blue-green eyes, hers were pale ice blue. They weren't like her fathers eyes, whose eyes were the same color as his brother and mother, but like her grandfathers. Cold, calculating and full of intelligence. That was one thing about the gentle girl that was different from her mother. Her mother had been a bit on the airheaded side. Naive and carefree about things, always gossiping about things and being a perfect lady. But Angelique was a whole other story. The girl never gossiped about things. Instead, she listened to everything around her and she read alot. But even then she was a sweet girl.... Though, that sweet girl had a secret that she would never dare to let others know and if she had to, she would resort to trickery and violence to keep the seceret hidden. The girl liked to slip away from her maids to take part in certain activities that would put the most perverted of people to shame. She loved pain. Especially when she was the one under pain though she enjoyed watching others in pain as well. She had begun such things when she was little older then fifteen when she snuck down to the dungeons to find out where the screams were coming from one evening and as she watched a man get flogged, the young girl had become fairly aroused and was caught pleasuring herself by one of the interrogators and ever since she had went to them to have her lust for pain satiated. The sound of the gate of the keep opening brought the girl out of her thoughts and she looked out the window again with a sigh before closing her eyes and rubbing her temple. She was tired from the trip and hoped to get some rest before having to meet her new guardian.
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

He pulled the fine cloak off of his shoulders setting it upon the coat stand. Already the fire had warmed the room , burning brightly as the shadows danced their wicked dance adding to the ambiance of the room and of his room. The dark shirt and pants hung easily over his frame, built and shaped by the long years of war and battle. The shelves were lined with trophies and metals of his long career, Books filled in the spaces. Over the fire was his old war ax and dented shield. The family crest upon it , an intricate Celtic knot, its meaning long lost over the centuries. The steady steps touched softly upon the thick furs as he walked to his desk. Looking at it he smiled while he opened the top drawer laying out several papers all he had already read , correspondence from several figures. Next for an added effect he placed his riding crop in plain view upon his desk and within easy reach for him if he was to sit down. Over the years many had courted him and at one point even teh king had told him he needed to marry but now it would seem the need for an heir was now solely upon his shoulders. He paused at the idea that crossed his mind , for it was not unheard of for one to marry their niece, not common but still he could get away with it. With her entrance into his keep, her jacket would be taken and her things whisked to her quarters. Stepping into the large hall, Marble floors under her feet, the crystal chandler above her and spiral stairs leading up to the next floor. Welcome Miss Hendricks, my condolences on your loss and I know you are tired but the Master wishes to speak with you before you get settled in . The man was older yet held a kindly look to him. Graying hair tied back neatly with a dark butler's outfit. He turned sharply leading her down several hallways till a he knocked at the door before opening it for her , the light of the fire spilling out to the hallway.
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

As the carriage was drawn to a stop, Angelique took a deep breath and sighed before looking up as the carriage door was opened by a footman. Smiling at the man, she held out her gloved hand and slowly stood up, stepping out of the carriage with his help. After stepping out, she looked up at her new home with a soft sigh and she pulled her long cloak tighter around her body. The young girl was clad all in black and she looked like some gothic and morbid beauty from story books. Her dress was made from black silk. It rested precariously on the edges of her shoulders and the bell-sleeves went down past her fingers by about an inch. Her skirt was floor length and fell in gentle layers around her long legs and beneath her dress she wore the corset that was required of women. It caused her breasts to be pushed up so an ample amount of clevage could be seen. Within her hair, which was pulled up into a beautiful updo, was an ebony comb that a black lace veil was attached to and it covered her face. After slowly entering the keep, she jumped slightly as her fur trimmed cloak was taken and she slowly looked around at the place. It all screamed grandure but everything was so cold and unwelcoming. She looked up at the butler and bowed her head slightly before silently following him as he led the way down several halls, her boots clicking sharply on the marble floors. Upon reaching the study, she paused outside of the room after the door was opened and she looked at the older man for a moment before slowly entering the room. She continued to walk into the room until she stood in the center of it and she stood there in silence with her shoulders pulled back and her head held high. Clenched in her lace covered hands was a handkerchief which she twisted in her hands a little as she waited to be addressed. With the firelight dancing over her body, Angelique looked just like some kind of doll. Fragile and easy to break. Because of her veil, it was a little difficult to see the young baroness' face though every now and then a sparkle could be seen as a single tear fell but she quickly and wiped it away with her handkercheif.
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

The door opening would cause him to turn , his hard hues falling upon the vision of the girl before and it was for a moment it seemed like he had just been taken back over a dozen years. A different time and different place but then so long ago and he was a different person. Sighing as the door closed behind her he watched her actions taking out of taking care of the tear .My condolences girl.. Please have a seat, I know you have had a long journey but there are things we need to speak of first. His deep voice dominated the room for that moment offering to her the large chair set before his mahogany while he walked around to his seat. He kept a close eye on her completely amazed at just how much like her mother she looked. Of course he had been told of such but then he never truly believed it. Which made his need to control her that much more , to take her and make her mine. Oh his revenge would be perfect knowing his brother would be turning in his grave . Of course he would have turned if he knew the girls secrets. He chuckled to himself Welcome to your new home girl but well there are certain matters We need to speak of. First .. he turned a paper over towards her This is a statement that you are giving me control over your parents lands once you turn of age. Of which I will expect you will be signing on that day. His eyes stayed to her as he spoke watching her expressions for of course he would know what would come next
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

Slowly looking up at the man before her, Angelique gazed at him for a moment before slowly moving over to the offered seat and she sat down, her movements graceful. The girl could feel his gaze upon her as she sat there completely still with her hands folded in her lap, carefully watching him as he sat down across from her. She didn't like the way he stared at her and watched her, making her feel as if she were some kind of prey. At the mention of matters that they needed to speak of, she arched an eyebrow and slowly reached up, lifting her veil from her pale face. She looked just like her mother did at her age. After lifting the black lace from her face, she reached out and picked up the statement and read over it before turning her cold blue eyes to her uncle. Her gaze was unreadable with the exception of the small frown on her lips. I'm afraid to disappoint you sir. she said father firmly. But I will be doing no such thing. She placed the statement back down on the desk and gazed into his eyes. Oh how she already disliked the man sitting before her, but it didn't show. Angelique sat there studying the man for a little while, her lips pouted ever so slightly to show she was deep in thought about something.
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

He watched her careful graceful movements while she took her chair coming to be still. He grinned at her reactions to his words and how she spoke to her. Finding that as the lace was lifted from her face how beautiful she was. He chuckled at her words while his fingers slipped over the flogger upon his desk , enjoying the leather and roughness of the handle. My dear before you go making any brash decisions here let me read something to you My Dear Baron I have recently come across some news that you should be aware of your new charge. This comes from a concern of a possible scandal that could hurt the house though I have already taken care of those that know or have been a part of the activities. It seems that the girl for the past year had been coming into the dungeon to feed a particular need. Seems the girl Angelique , your niece, has a penchant for pain. She would let my interrogators whip, and beat her, often times using my torture devices while she obtain a diabolical pleasure, A few times by my own hands. And M'Lord I can attest the girl has quite the exquiste form. Still I can also guarantee she is still pure. Feel free ofcourse to use this information as you need And I am sure you will enjoy her she is ripe for the pickings. Your Faithful Servant Mikeal Normons. Head inquisitor He looked up to her as he finished reading So my dear it seems you have quite the reputation. His fingers gripped handle of the flogger as he rose to his feet. His eyes flashed planting his other hand upon the desk looking her dead in the eye And my little ward, Hold no doubts that by the time you do reach your Majority not only will you sign the paper but you will be my willing slave, Wanting nothing more then to please me in every aspect His voice had taken on a harder tone while he looked at her Grieving time is over with. Now it is reality check. From this day forward you will only be coming to be for your darker pleasures, or really any pleasure his lips turned into a half smile IS all of this understood
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Angelique eyed the flogger carefully with a small frown. She wasn't a stranger to the flogger, having been a very willing victim to its painful bite many times, but it wasn't her favorite of whips. She personally prefered the buggy whips that the carriage drivers used on their horses or the cat o'nine tails. But at the moment she wasn't looking for the wonderful pleasurable pain that came from the lashings of a whip. As he read the letter the girl paled even more as she gasped, her full red lips parting in her shock before her cheeks flushed a dark red in embarassment that he knew what she enjoyed to take part in when in private. After the first inital shock and embarassment wore off, she closed her mouth and clenched her jaw while glaring up at her uncle and guardian while gripping the arms of her chair tightly in her hands as her eyes flashed with her anger. You must be crazier then my father claimed you to be. she said softly. There is no way I'll sign my lands over to you and I'll never be your slave. Never! She squared her shoulders and raised her chin slightly. As for grieving, you can't just force a person to stop grieving for their loved ones after they die. It was fairly clear that Angelique was going to be defiant but it would be easy to see that beneath her stubborn and defiant exterior, she was terrorfied of him.
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

He caught her stare at teh flogger, the look of want but it wasn't the look of need. In this he had to find himself pleased, seemed the girl enjoyed something with a bit more of a bite. The look on her face offered to him so much insight as he red the letter to her and watched as she steeled herself. He could see her anger and hear it even in her soft voice and well he had to give her credit for how she stood up to him. Crazy.. No girl I am not , actually very sane. He rose from his seat and the fingers left the flogger It is funny you know, My brother.. he looked at her sighing Some time girl I want you to get the courage up to ask the truth of things. as much as he hated her father, still there was no need to completely destroy the girl for he needed her fiery spirit. Look around you Angel.. Crazy does not hold the loyalty of the house hold , or have happy peasants his eyes set on her Will I go down as the best baron probably not , I don't give out cakes but comparatively these lands have never thrived like it has under my rule. He walked to a painting of his father. you never did have the opportunity to meet your grandfather. Things would have been different if the old man survived and you my dear well who knows he shrugged as the hinges creeked and she would see quite the collection of whips and floggers behind it You my dear I think a lesson needs to be taught and he laughed giving thought I think you are more of a bull whip kinda of lass aren't you
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

Angelique's frown deepened as she sat there, her jaw clenched in anger. She hated him. Oh how she hated him so much at the moment. After his fingers released the flogger, she seemed to visably relax and she released the arms of the chair she sat in. She scoffed after he claimed to be sane but she didn't speak again, her eyes watching him carefully as he moved around. What's so funny about my father? she asked flatly. She fell silent again as he spoke again. Her cheeks had turned a darker red with her anger and she gritted her teeth once more. Upon the mentioning of her grandfather, she couldn't help but be curious and she looked up at the portrait of a man. He looked powerful and she could see where she got her eyes from. His looked as if they could pierce into her very soul. The sound of hinges creeking made her blink and she watched him reveal a collection of whips and floggers behind the painting and she swallowed nervously. Angelique quickly stood up and backed away from him, her breathing quickening as she took several steps back from him. Her heart was pounding a harsh tattoo against her chest and her chest rose and fell quickly.
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The hatred seemed to come from every motions and look she gave him. Her question hung in the air , something he did not answer at the moment , And he gave thought to answering her but instead decided to follow with the motions of revealing the hidden collection of whips. Her demeanor seemed to change as he talked of his father feeling her eyes more upon the painting but it was short lived as she saw what laid behind the painting. Dad was a strong man, Wise, and intelligent He spoke fondly of the man while she swallowed hard Feeling the air change to more of a nervousness. But it was a pity my brother was a sniveling conniving fool . For he was easily manipulated by her mother, for Marie had realized that the younger brother was easier controlled and once out of his shadow had convinced his younger sibling to follow the lead thinking it was his idea. SHe could see the smooth even famliar motions of her uncle as he pulled the leather handle from its perch and it uncoiled like a snake ready to bite its victim. The painting closed with the same slow creek. He turned to face her and she could see how he held it loosely in his hand while his eyes focused upon her. The leather bound handle was caressed by his fingers like that of a regular lover. From now on my sweet niece you will come to me, and to me alone to feed that need of yours and the sound of the crack as the tip seemed to come out of no where as she stood trying to back away, and the first layer of her dark dress split down the middle without distrubing the rest of her clothing. His control flawless as it cracked again and again and the outer layer fell down to her feet. Your life my sweet girl is about to change for I promise you will not find anyone who can offer to you such exquisite pleasure A knowing smile hit his aging features , the confidence in his eyes. She would find should she run for the door it was locked leaving her trapped within the room You will be mine girl, IN every way this I can promise
Thread: A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

My father was a kind man who took excellent care of my mother and myself, as well as the people that lived on our lands. she said gently. It was my mother who was a fool. She took everything for granted. If it weren't for her wishing to go away on a vacation, neither of them would be dead. Angel lifted her skirts a little as she moved away from the chair. Father tried to warn her about the dangers at this time of year, but she wouldn't listen! She turned away from him and took several steps towards a set of windows opposite of where he stood and she crossed her arms over her chest as she glowered. After she heard the painting close, she turned back to him and she froze when she saw he was holding the long whip in his hand. Angel was about to speak after he finished talking when the whip cracked and she yelped. The girl felt her dress loosening up around her and she looked down with wide eyes as her black dress began to fall away from her body. Grasping the material as tightly as she could in her hands, she struggled to keep herself covered as he continued to rip her dress with the whip. S-stop! she cried out. She was left with nothing but scraps of her once elegant black dress. Angel stood there in her black shift, tight black corset and undergarments. She also had on her garter belt and stockings. She felt her face redden in embarassment as she tried to hide her body from him, her gloved arms crossing over her chest. Her long black veil had fallen out, as well as the black comb which was holding her hair up in the updo it had been in, leaving her gently curling black hair to fall down around her face and shoulders.