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Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

The hustle of the city is my life. She murmured and was done arguing with him. After picking at the plate of food she set it aside, I'm finished She murmured in a shakey voice.
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

When Maria said she was finished Ryan said. Now, I'm sure you'd like to get yourself cleaned up and possibly use the restroom. Come with me. Ryan took her hand and walked her over to the bathroom. He unlocked the door and let her in. There was a large tub with jacuzzi jets and a good sized shower stall with frosted glass. There were two sinks that looked like old fashion wash bowls with drains in the middle and old fashioned faucets. The toilet tank was high up on the wall and used a chain to flush. You get yourself cleaned up and I'll get you some clean clothes for you to wear. Oh and the shock device is waterproof, so don't worry about it getting wet... He kissed her on the cheek and walked back into the bedroom. He walked over to the other closet and unlocked it. Inside was nothing but dresses and shoes, all in Maria's sizes. And some maternity dresses for her as well. There were also a couple of dressers filled with underwear and a couple of swimming suits for her. He picked out a nice purple dress, it would reach her ankles, had short sleeves, and was cut low enough to show a modest amount of cleavage. Then he picked out a purple satin and lace set of bra and panties. Finally, he picked out a black pair of Mary Jane flats. He walked out of the closet, placed the clothes on the bed and waited for her to come out.
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

As he led her into the bathroom she looked around, it all looked very nice. At the mention of the shock collar being waterproof she frowned wishing she could just shock herself into a coma. Feeling his lips on her she rubs at her cheek once he leaves silently cursing. Maria chose the shower and stripped down out of her work attire then stepped in to a hot stream of water. She sighed softly, it felt so good and if her circumstances were different it might've washed away her stress. she even took the time to shed a few tears. It wasn't long before she was done cleaning herself and she stepped out onto the mat. Maria dried at herself and her hair before wrapping a towel tightly around her, not wanting him to see her body, and came out. I'm done
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

Ryan smiled. Great... he said... As you can see I got you some clean clothes... I'll go out in the hall so you can dress... Ryan walked out in the hall and closed the door. He took out his iPhone and turned off the shock gate on the bedroom door. Now she would have access to all of the house but she wouldn't be able to go outside.
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

Maria looked at the clothes and sighed. They weren't her office clothes, they looked like what a sexy house wife would wear. Though they were pretty. Slowly she slipped on the bra and panties then the dress along with the shoes. Carefully she opened the door and looked out at him. With a depressed voice she murmured, can I come out?
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

Ryan smiled when Maria opened the door. She looked lovely... but she wasn't smiling... He hoped that one day her smile would return. Of course you can some out... When she came out Ryan her took her by the hand and led her out the door and down the hall. There were several doors that Ryan said were spare bedrooms and the upstairs bathroom. Then they headed downstairs to the living roomdinning room. It had the same paneling as the rest of the house. There was a fireplace on one wall with a big couch and on another was a 42 flat screen TV with another couch in front of it. The floor was all hardwood with some rugs in front of the couches. There was a good sized dinning room set in the dinning room area of the rather large room. Then he took her to the kitchen. It had all of the top of the line appliances. There was an island with cook top and a couple of bar stools on the other side. Then he showed her the laundry room, it had the top of the line washer and dryer. Well, that's about it. What you think? he asked.
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

As he showed her the home she was surprised. What would someone kidnap her who has so much money.. and handsome to boot though she hated to admit it. He could easily have any lady he desired in the city. She looked up at him as he asked the question and she simply replied. It's a pretty home. If she had any desire to have children or a husband this was the place to do it, but she didn't. Will you ever let me go? She asked softly looking down at the ground already knowing what his answer was.
Thread: From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 xsweetlysable)

He hated seeing her look so sad. When she asked if he would let her go, he got an idea that might make her happy. Maria... come with me... he took her into the living room and sat her and himself down on the couch. Maria... I hate seeing you so sad... this is a wonderful opportunity for you... I want to love you and take care of you and our children... How about this? Give me a week... If after 7 days you still want to go home... I'll let you go, I'll even let you keep the ring I gave you... but there is one condition... you do have to allow me to have sex with you.. What do you say?
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Finishing bathing, Atticus and his slave step out of the tub. Drying off her master the girl notices the young blond woman standing behind Atticus and calls her masters attention to her. Turning around to see what the girl was whispering about in her barbarian tongue, Atticus sees a beautiful blond woman studying a nearby map. Motioning to his slave to be quiet, he stares at the beauty before him. He had been away from civilization for too long. It is almost as if her beauty were an assault on his eyes as he had become accustomed to all of the harshness of this forsaken land. Having only seen slaves and the local barbarians it had been ages since he had seen a proper woman. And that is how he saw her a proper woman. He could sense that she was truly a gift from the gods. Well, not the gods actually she was actually a gift from his father. Senator Claudius Decimus Scippio had sent her as a gift to Atticus. He had mentioned in his letter that she was special and would be a good choice for a concubine to keep him company in the harsh frontier. By the way she carried herself the general could tell that she was indeed special. The thought of taking this woman to his bed started to arouse Atticus. It is obvious to him that the girl is nervous as he observes her body language. Still unaware of Atticuss studying eyes, the uneasy young woman looks sorely out of place. Not even thinking twice about his nudity or attempting to cover his nakedness Atticus says to the woman Do you know where you are on that map?
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Alicia ignored the sound of the two exiting the bath, and the strange language of a soft feminine voice. However, when she heard the lower rumbling question break the silence of the tent, she turned quickly with a start. The man moved silently! She had been to the Gladiatorial games, seen the feats of strength and sport male citizens participated in nude, but never, never had the Vestalis been so close a naked man. Not just any man, either... Her eyes lingered on the scars marring his flesh the ghastly testament to a life hard-lived, hard-fought. Her eyes drifted lower and she caught herself with a flaming blush as she saw he was partially aroused. He was hard, rough, unlike the soft citizens of Rome, the old senators and women she grew up amongst. He was a man fit for survival. Alicia had visibly taken a step back. Her startled eyes were frozen on him until she realized he approached no closer, and then they raised slowly to finally meet his. In their depths was her shock, horror, disgust, anger, but those were topical emotions. Something churned deeper within something that made the maiden's wide eyes linger. Virginal curiosity. She knew now, as clear as his sharply-cut eyes, that she did not truly know what a man was. Casting her eyes down to the map, she could feel his attention directed at her like a physical force, and worse, his eyes weighing on her. They made her feel as one stripped bare in the quiet tent, though she stood wrapped in heavy traveling linen and shaded her face with a customary veil. It took the woman a while to find words, but when she did speak, her voice was clear and strong, as if to mask the slight trembling of her hands, I do not. I was told nothing of the reason of my departure, nor why we travel north. I am weary to return already, she paused, raising a slender hand from behind the draping folds of her gown to point to the northern edge of Rome's expansion, We traveled North many days. There is a chill to the air here and strange faces, she murmured, trying to make sense of the clusters of pieces until she simply swept her hand along the line they made on the continent, somewhere here? Alicia's eyes flicked up to his in question, but quickly returned to the map when she was once again reminded of his immodesty. How sensual he looked No-- how bold to stand before a keeper of the hearth so brazenly! She should be furious, but all Alicia could feel was her pulse racing under her breast and her temple. She had so many questions, but how to ask them in such a situation! She did not wish to offend him, for such opulence necessitated high-rank, whoever he was, but her's was a vow to the goddess. Cheek still turned, yet chin held high, her words were tight and her breath billowed out the veil on her face, I am a Vestalis. Alicia Saputo of Vesta's Temple, Legionnaire. I ask you, cover... yourself.
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Atticuss slave girl drew in a breath in shock when Alicia asked for the general to cover himself. Although she wasnt fluent in Roman she had picked up enough to realize the stranger was treading on dangerous ground. Immediately the slave started babbling to her master with an angry face. She spoke in a mixture of Roman and some foreign tongue. It seemed she was offended by this strangers request of her master. Chuckling softly the general laid his hand on her shoulder to try and calm her. And then he spoke several phrases to the slave in her native tongue. This seemed to calm the girl who then left the room. Walking over to the map Atticus studied where Alicia had pointed and nodded approvingly. Then looking at her he smiled You have an excellent sense of direction. Better than most. he added. You are right here to be exact he said pointing to a specific piece on the map very near the northern edge. Atticus was amused at this creature who stood bravely before him, totally unaware that he was soon to be the most powerful man in the region in a couple of days. That is, as long as his legions crushed the large tribe of barbarians he had trapped a few miles away. Hearing the curtains rustle Atticus turns to see the slave girl return carrying a tray with a wine pitcher, two goblets, and a tunic folded upon it. Taking the tunic Atticus slides it on over his head. Then poring two cups of wine he offers his guest one saying Here. You must be parched. Then continuing with a smile and, motion of his hand to his simple tunic he says I hope you approve, Vestalis. Then he smiles and says You flatter me when you call me Legionnaire. For they are what Rome is built on. The ones in this camp and the several other camps nearby are the best Rome can offer. So you honor me when you compare me. But Im no Legionnaire. It is my honor to be their commander. I am General Atticus Lupis Scippio. Now dear Vestalis, would you please raise your veil so I might get a better look at whom I am addressing. It would make our conversation much easier. I have a few questions for you as Im sure you do for me. Taking a drink of his wine, the General studies his guest. He is analyzing her every move, the way he does everything. Gaining information that Alicia never knew she was broadcasting.
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Atticus waved off her apology while saying Think nothing of it. An honest mistake. And like I said it is my honor to command these fine men, so I was not insulted when you thought me one of them. Still Atticus approved when she still dipped her head in embarrassment. It showed him that she had respect for his position and rank. When the woman undid her veil, the general was in awe of her beauty. It was wise he decided, for her to wear the veil. Because on her long journey it might be tempting for some of the men along the route to take advantage of her. Despite the fact that she was traveling in a military caravan bound for his headquarters. And the Wolf had deduced that the stunning young woman was a Vestal Virgin. That would make the risk more worth the taking, to be the first to enter where no man had been. Just to make sure he decided to ask if she was harmed by anyone or made uncomfortable in any way. He started with this because he truly cared, and it would help to soften the blow of what he was about to tell her. Before she answered he could see by her body language that the answer was no. But he looked at her seriously to let her know that he valued her well being and waited for an answer. Still wearing the look of the menacing protector as he looked at the elegant young woman, Atticus started to answer her questions. Alicia he said. You arent here to perform a blessing. And you arent traveling with your sisters for a reason. The temple has sold you, in a fashion. You have been released from your vows. You are no longer, Vestalis. You have been given to me as a gift, for my victories over the local barbarians by some very powerful men in Rome. Atticus let what he said sink in as he took a sip of his wine. He could tell by the confused look on her face that her mind was racing. Deciding to continue, he slowly and softly breaks the news to Alicia. It has been suggested to me that I make you my concubine. That would afford you of all the privileges of being my wife, while still leaving me open to marry for political purposes. By being my concubine you would be afforded all of the protection of my rank and position, along with what my familys good standing offers. No person may lay a hand or speak harshly to you without answering to me. You are not a slave you are above them. But you arent a citizen either. Still your position has its prestige and privilege. Do you understand?
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

No General, I suffered no violence in the weeks of my travel. I was well cared for, although the trip has been long and lonesome. She meant that in two ways the loss of her homeland and her sisters so suddenly had been jarring, as well as the fact that her guards had been largely mute towards her, no matter how adamantly she pleaded for an explanation. His concern was another kindness offered to her, and it had the woman's shoulders softening somewhat. Perhaps here was an ally that would help speed her return to Rome. The next words that left that firm mouth echoed through her being, the sound of his soft explanation resounding in her ears. At first her brows knitted together, and she stared with obvious confusion into his eyes, but those shaded orbs did not falter as they were fixed on her's. Alicia's thoughts numbed, her fingers tightening around her cup, No, You are mistaken- she choked on her whisper in the lull of his words as she watched his arm raise to casually bring the cup bearing his wine to his lips as if they were discussing Rome in his absence, rather than her... sale. Sale? Hyperaware, her eyes fixed on the way the General's muscle moved beneath the skin of his forearm, how lightly his thicker calloused fingers held the cup, his throat working as he drank. The light glinting off the metal rim reflected in his eyes. Her mouth went dry. It was blasphemy, sacrilege. Who had purchased her? His words couldn't be true. Alicia felt the chill rise up her spine, adrenaline tingling in her limbs. His voice was deafening as she tried to comprehend what she had lost, her new station. Her features morphed through a mixture of confusion, denial, shock and fear. When he had finished, the numbness that had settled around her like frost was shattered. Alicia's mind reeled Vestalis were honored as daughters of the state. They were allowed to vote, to pardon, even to own property. Holy women to defile them was to defile Roma. Whomever had purchased her must have been a very powerful figures indeed. This was terrible power, and a fate she did not wish to face. She was no longer free she was owned by this man. The woman barely reacted as the clamor of metal resounded in the silent tent. The blood-red of spilt wine had splashed the pure-white of her robes damp with garish red. Long, slender legs trembled beneath her. If she did not move, she would collapse. Before the dropped cup had stopped ringing, the woman had turned on heel to flee. It was a foolish and thoughtless move. Where was she to go? So far from Rome, with no retainers and no protectors, and no passage back. The wrap of her coat and robes flared behind swift heels as she ran, blond of her hair swaying wildly behind her back. Alicia ran blindly and without thought to escape the tent that held a future she refused to comprehend.
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Atticus felt something as close to pity as he had ever felt in his life. It was a strange feeling that puzzled him. He had always believed in being fair with his men, officers, and to a degree his slaves. He, as a rule did not enjoy hurting others. But he believed that when necessary it was best to be honest and to deliver bad news quickly. Seeing Alicias face contort in contemplation of what had happened to her brought him no pleasure in fact quite the opposite. Atticus had just informed her that her whole life had changed as she knew it. He understood that it would be a shock to anyone with a brain in their head. All creatures balk at change. It was no different with this young woman. He could see the elegant features of her face register first confusion, then shock, and finally denial. It always ends in denial. Why can the human mind never accept what it can see to be true? he thought to himself as he watched the latter stages of the young womans mental battle play out. It was this understanding of humans that set Atticus apart from others and made him a deadly opponent on the battlefield. He often played upon an opponents inability to accept what is plainly before them. This was magnified by his penchant of creating confusion. His understanding of humans was without peer and his closely guarded gift. The local barbarians thought him a practitioner of sorcery of some kind that sewed confusion and ineffectiveness in their leaders which brought mistrust of leadership. His slaves, most from uncivilized tribes, thought him capable reading minds as he often caught them doing wrong just as the thought crossed their mind. The result of this is no wrong doing as a general rule among his surviving slaves, since he allowed this rumor to circulate amongst them. It wasnt when he saw the cup start to fall from Alicias delicate fingers that he knew she was going to run. He knew well before. He could see panic form in her eyes. She had broadcast her intention to flee in a cursory glance and was running before she even realized what her body was doing he thought. Looking down at his cup of wine he calmly barked an order in his battlefield voice, that carried no anger or emotion as he was prepared in advance to give it. Guards! Stop her! Bring her to me unharmed! Calmly taking a sip of his wine, The Wolf waited for his order to be made so. He knew the girl didnt know where she was going and all exits to the tent were guarded.
Thread: The Concubine     (Fanatic/Nika)

Alicia did not register the General's order as it carried after her the blood rushing in her ears, and the adrenaline running through her veins too much to leave her any attention for her surroundings. She had thrown open the tent's flaps, and in the waning sunlight her hair was blown from her face by the cool gust of the North wind. It was a fleeting feeling of triumph and freedom in the light and fresh air she breathed it in deeply through her parted lips, but her eyes then quickly took in her surroundings. The land was grey and rocky, the light dull. Before her feet could get more than a few steps beyond the entrance and towards the myriad of tents, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, dragging her back. The woman cried out in a vengeful shout, but it was laced with the mournful wail of one who knew their fate. She tore at the armored hands that hefted and dragged her back into the muted light of the tent, unaware that even had she escaped them, she would have had to escape the General's entire Roman force. For, unbeknownst to the woman, Roman legions set up camp in a similar way to their cities the commanding officers of high rank in the center, and their forces fanning out from them. Grace she retained in her form, even as she was reluctant to comply and was forced forward into the inner bathing chambers once more. However, her eyes were anything but their former composed selves. They settled on the General with a gripping sort of malice. Her fear had transformed from her halted flight into the anger similar to that of a cornered animal's. As the men stopped before their commander, Alicia ripped her arm from her guard's slackening grip furiously, not flinching when the large Roman glanced down at her. It seemed as though she wished to strike him, but instead her hands fell to her sides, and she turned her cheek, refusing to look at any of them. I wish to return to Rome. She finally spoke, terse and tense, apart from the men, This is sacrilege, it is against the city's law.