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Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Christoper 'Tiny' Vernoliac spoke from the end of the table the man who was the other man who had taken Ella to the bathroom for Widow earlier Markus this is one of your best meals yet he had already taken a couple of bites of his food Thank you for coming back to cook for us again... Your replacement cook wasn't as good as you were. Mother fucker I'm sitting right here Widow huffed out angrily as she heard the man talking about the replacement cook which was her. You're welcome Tiny and you don't have to worry I'm back and will be taking the kitchen back over... And we all know you could've cooked better if you would've listened when I tried teaching you Anastasiya Markus said calling Widow by her real name birth name. It's Widow Markus, especially when in front of the whore, Widow said now slamming her hand against the table which caused the entire room to gasp and even caused her to get a fearful look on her face as she knew that Markus hated it when someone talked back to him. Markus' fist clenched hearing Widow talking back to him. Turning to Ella he looked at her the anger obvious on his face I apologize that you have to see this before it happens with that said he cocked back slapping Widow right across the face knocking her back over her chair to which Markus stood to where Widow was crawling away. With one hand and unbelievable strength, he lifted the woman with one hand directly up into the air and held her there. And then he began speaking in fluent German so only the people who spoke German would understand him not knowing whether or not Ella knew German Sie, Anastasiya Kozlov, wissen es besser, als sich mit dem Teufel anzulegen. Das nchste Mal werde ich dich mit meinen bloen Hnden in zwei Hlften teilen und auf deinen leblosen Krper spucken. You of all people Anastasiya Kozlov know better than to mess with the Devil. Next time I will break you in half with my bare hands and spit on your lifeless body.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Ella was shocked when a man spoke of Markus cooking. She knew him, he had helped take her from room to room. She listened to the playful banter and for a moment she was taken by how normal they all seemed. That was until Widow snapped at Markus. She jumped when the woman hit the table. Her eyes glued on the woman as it got deathly silent. Her blue orbs locked on Markus' face as he turned to her. She took in the anger and for once she didnt feel fear. Mainly because she knew it wasn't aimed at her this time. She gave a small nod in return of his words. Sha gasped as his hand meant the womans face, knocking her backwards. She jumped slightly, tipping back slightly, her hands shot out to catch herself. Her hand went up toward her brused neck and knew how it felt when being held as Widow was. She knew a few words in german, so she picked up on some of what was said. Her eyes moved around the room and she took in how everyone just watched. They seemed so much more like a caring family at times, but moments like this she knew they truly feared Markus. She didnt know what she had done to piss Widow off so, even Markus seemed to move past her mouthyness. She turned forward, folded her hands in her lap and locked her eyes on her plate. This behaver learned from year of abuse at the hands of her father.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Widow choked out an apology back to him in German Tut mir leid, Teufel ... Bitte verzeih mir meine Arroganz gegenber dir und dieser Familie.I'm sorry Devil... Please forgive my arrogance towards you and this family. she cried as she tried to catch her breath. As Ella fell back Razor who was still standing behind her caught her with ease and sat the chair with her in it back down on the ground. You must be careful of hurting yourself. It seems you've become something of a legend here in this family... No need for you to get hurt yet even though Razor seemed to be hateful there was a reason behind it. His entire family had been massacred just a few years earlier when he had joined. His wife and two children having been killed in the most gruesome way possible by a group of men who had worked for the government of Germany where he had come from. And just like Markus at times he could show remorse and care for others. Markus snarled but dropped Widow as if she meant nothing before making his way back to the table to sit down Now unless someone else has something to say I would like to enjoy this wonderful meal that I have made for us all without any other interruption he said as he began eating his food.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Ella would being lieing if she said she didnt get some enjoyment of his treatment of Widow. Deep down there was a part of her who didnt want him to let go until the woman was dead. As she tipped back she was thankful for Razor. She looked up at him and offered him a thankful smile. Her brows pull together and she opened her mouth to ask what he meant. However at that time Markus dropped Widow. For a split second her eyes fell on the woman, before she turned back toward the food. No one said as word as Markus started to eat. For a moment Ella thought over what Razor had said. She didnt understand, but now she didnt dare question. Blue eyes took in Markus for only a second before she started to eat her food. She let out a soft moan of approval as she ate. This os very good. She offered. She was use to eatting in silents but somehow in this moment it seemed wrong. Her eyes moved around the room between bites as she took everyone in.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Markus was happy for the silence that followed after he had taken care of Widow who was now back sitting at the table beside him eating her food in silence as well. As she spoke to him he turned his head to look at her Thank you I've been cooking my whole life. I started cooking for my six brothers and sisters when I was a child to help my parents who always worked to make something of themselves in this God-forsaken terrible country Markus said honestly as he took a couple of bites more of his food before turning his attention to Widow as well I need you to visit Ella's father let him know that we have his daughter tell him the money is ours or not only will we take her but we'll also have Razor, you and myself visit him personally in a way that he doesn't want us to visit him... Do it now he said the last part through gritted teeth because seeing her still had him upset. Widow was in the middle of a bite when she heard Markus speak to her Yes sir she said getting up to go do exactly as she was asked to do.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Ella let her blue eyes take in his as he spoke of cooking for his family. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his parents. There was a part of her that wanted to not only ask about his parents but his brother and sisters as well. However she didn't dare ask, at least not to day. He seemed to have had all he could take of mouthy woman. She gave a nod in reply as she turned back toward her food. However she stopped with the fork half way to her mouth as he spoke to Widow. Her eyes widen as he told the woman to go visit her father. Again she was struck with the fact deep down she wanted Markus to kill someone, this time her father. The no good man had not only gotten himself into dealings with Markus, but had dragged Ella and her mother into it as well. While she knew her father wouldn't pay for her, her fear was for her mother. What about mother? She asked... her voice louder then she meant for it to be. Her eyes moved to Widow and she fear the older woman would hurt, if only to get back at Ella herself. My mother has no part in my fathers dealings. She was nothing more then a tool for him to get more money. She had long since dropped the fork. She wanted so badly to slap some sense into Markus. She knew he wanted his money, that is was a lot of money. But did the man really think hurting her or even her mother really get anything done. It was clear he knew just how unkind the world was to those with no power.
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

If your mother has no part in your father's dealings then I want no harm to come to her Markus said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his coffee. It's that simple and if a single hair of her head gets hurt or worse they'll all personally deal with me is that understood...Widow... Do I make myself clear? Yes, sir your word is clear as crystal, Widow said through gritted teeth as Ella had suspected she had been wanting to hurt Ella's mother if for nothing else to get back at the woman who had caused her own friend to turn against her and hurt her after years of peace between them. Who do you want me to take with me, sir? Razor is one of our most destructive take him, he said before thinking once again And take Ella, Markus said putting his coffee glass down knowing that Ella would probably want to see her father hurt... As he said this he took a few moment pause before speaking once more Hell you know what it's been too long since I've broken someone's jaw I'm coming along with you to make sure that everything goes off without a hitch he said standing James go get our horses ready.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Jen pursed her lips as she ran her fingers over the leather spines of the magic books. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out the black bound tome. Never even open that book. Her tutors had told her. Those spells are forbidden to only the most puissant practitioners. The knowledge in ther eis dangerous. But Jen wanted to know more, to do more. Her studies had gone well and she was brighter than her classmates. She would show Master Badlwin and the others just what she was capable of. She took the book down and went to the open area in the middle of the library. She glanced at the door, she had been careful to lock it from the inside and the small warding spell she had placed on the corridor would warn her if anyone was coming down. She knew the master's habits though. Baldwin was deep into his cups and would sleep until dawn. The other students were fast asleep as well. She would have a few undisturbed hours. Carefully, she started to mark out the boundaries of the spell. Reading the instructions carefully, smug in her abilities.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Valac slumbered, how long had it been? A night, a year, and century? It didn't matter, time was of no concern to him. The great demon stirred, feeling the slight trembling of magic. He was sensitive to such things, the slight weakening in the barrier between the great abyss and the world of men. He listened for the screams of the tormented soul of the last man who had dared summon him. He had been a powerful sorcerer Valac had suffered the indignity of servitude for much of the mortals short life. In the end however it only took one small mistake to lose control and Valac destroyed all that was dear to the man and devoured his soul. While most demons hated everything, they had a very special hatred for those that would try to control them. This was not a summoning however, there was no compulsion to obey, whoever was opening the barrier lacked the power of command. His own curiosity aroused, the terrible demon peered through the veil between their worlds. 'A girl?' he observed, his usual scowl turned briefly into a smile, a wicked smile. Did this girl, barely more than a child, really think she could control a demon such as him? He watched her refer carefully to the book but she had already made her fatal flaw. Valac stepped through the veil and into the area she must have assumed would bind him. He stood over eight feet tall but bowed before the girl. What is it you want of me human? His voice more in her mind than in her ears, though the smell of sulfur and the heat of his presence would be palpable in the room.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

See more Jen smiled as she completed the conjuration circle. Some of the spell elements were unknown to her, but she was sure it was just a matter of following the instructions. If she had understood the spell correctly, she would summon a powerful spirit to answer her questions. She stood back and smoothed her black skirts down, trying to look impressive despite her short stature. Her red hair hung around her shoulders and the black leather corset served to emphasise her blossoming beauty. She thought she cut a most impressive figure. Her blue-green eyes flashed as she raised the book and started to incant. Almost at once she realised something was not right. The spell was drawing much more of her essence than she expected. Much more! She faltered but her lips continued to mouth the words, she found she was unable to stop! Her eyes wide she finished the last few syllables and stared in horror as space seemed to tear in front of here and something came through. It was enormous, monstrous. She recognised the form of a greater demon at once. 'I did this?' she thought, at once terrified and astonished. But as it bowed, she realised that, not only had she managed it, she had bound it, she, Jen the apprentice had bound a greater demon! Slowly, she regained her composure and effected a pose of dominance, her feet planted, hands on her hips. Demon, I Jenna Simmisson have summoned you here to do my bidding. You will answer my questions and grant me the power to ascend the ranks of wizards. A small tentative smile touched her lips. She would show them all now!
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

The hot blast of air that followed Valac into her world blew back her long red hair and ruffled her short black skirt. Her essence, her soul, was still so sweet and innocent, but so ripe for corruption and sin. She was ambitious and over confident, a dangerous combination and fertile ground for a demon such as him. It was obvious from the look on her face that she had gotten so much more than she had bargained for when she had opened the ancient tome. Well Jenna Simmisson... His lips pronounced her name as if it were a delectable treat, his lips savored each syllable. Clearly she didn't know how powerful names were to demons, she had much to learn and he would make sure she learned the hard way. Still he was curious as to what such a child as this would want, to learn her most base desires if only to use them against her. ...ask your first question. He paced within the useless circle as if he were confined by her power. His eyes never left her body though, looking every bit like a predator in a cage, ready to devour his keeper if she made even the slightest error. He looked at the many buckles of her black corset and with the slightest effort caused each one to tighten, cinching up her waist. It wasn't overt, not enough to cause panic, it could easily be dismissed as her own nervousness but it was there.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Jen felt a flush of relief as she heard the confirmation of his subservience. This was no meek spirit though, this was a demon lord and, as such, she would have to be careful. She eyed the confines of the circle nervously, checking for any slight errors or omissions but then, if she had made a mistake, he would have already been devouring her flesh no doubt. No, she had him bound, she must use this time and then send him back. Demon... she began hesitantly. She inhaled sharply, finding herself a little short of breath. She tugged at the corset slightly, surely she had not put on weight? she brushed the thought aside. She needed to concentrate. She dared not reveal she had barely reached the second tier of knowledge. But she needed access to the third tied and higher and this was a chance to get ahead. Demon... she started again. I require the power to infiltrate the mind and thougths and dreams of others, that I might know their secrets and lean what they know, drawing that knowledge into my own mind. For I am impatient of scrabblling around for scraps of knowledge. I want more and i do not wish to wait. I would have you teach me these skills tonight. She tried to keep her gaze steely, but she could not help but moisten her lips at the thought of being able to spy on her teachers.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Valac watched the girl carefully re-check her circle, still unaware of how utterly useless it was. Still she had managed to tear the veil between the planes which was no small feat. He watched as she took a deep breath, the extra confinement of her corset making her breasts rise and she struggled a bit more for air. What was it about female human flesh that he found irresistible? He should just take her and drag her physically back to the abyss. A lessor demon would not likely be able to resist such a temptation, but Valac wanted to know just how far this girl would go to quench her thirst for power and knowledge. Unearned knowledge is a dangerous thing child. His contempt for her dripped from his words, her reach had clearly exceeded her grasp. That was the nature of humans and often the root of their corruption. How far would this girl reach, would there ever be enough for her? Valac was determined to find out, at least as long as it pleased him. You will need to open your mind to me child, to let me show you the many things I can make you capable of doing. You must kneel and let me in if I am to teach you. Even if her circle had been properly built, letting him into her mind would have been a terrible mistake. A demon could make even the most knowledgeable sorceress do his bidding with such access. Watching her he wondered if she would do it even if she understood the danger? Her ambition burned hot and bright inside of her, almost as bright as his lust for her. The magic she craved came naturally to him, it was part of his nature, he had never needed to learn it. He couldn't teach her per se, but he could 'force' things into her mind, both those she desired and many that she didn't.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Jen shot the demon a glance. he didn't sound like he was held, but she had no experience of these things. He certainly was confined to the circle. If she understood how these things worked, he had to obey her commands so, in theory, there was no risk so long as she worded her orders carefully. Demon, Know that you are bound to me. If you try to betray me I will send you back with a thought and with such pain as you would not dare to contemplate. Her hands trembled a little with the lies and she clenched them together behind her back to hide them. She took a few steps forwards, closer to the edge of the circle. I will open my mind a mere crack. But here are my explicit commands. You will only provide me the knowledge that I seek. You will not touch or affect my mind in any other way, you will not seek out or reasrch for knowledge or powers over me. You are my servent. She was suprised by the strength of her own voice. She hoped the demon was as impressed. Tugging at the corset again, she lowered herself to her knees, trying not to look at the massive bunched muscles and impressive might of the creature she had summoned. It was hard to ignore the demon was obviously make and she had to lower her hide to hide her blush of embarrassment. N..now, demon, give me what I need. As she poke the words, she allowed her mental defences to shift, allowing one small crack to show, one small window into her mind. Bracing herself, the readied her will to slam the door shut if she needed to, her hand resting on the book ready to cast what she hopes was the cancelling of the spell if she had need.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

She was a clever girl and were she patient enough to learn properly she might one day be very powerful indeed. Valac sensed her suspicion and while he could take her at any time, he enjoyed this game and her illusion of power. It was her eyes that gave her away though, he could see her fear and doubt in them and he savored that fear. She spoke carefully and had he truly been bound by her, those words may have even kept her safe. But he was not bound and he looked on from his full height as she knelt before him, as if she were ready to worship him. He could of course enter her mind if she stood, sat, or knelt, but he preferred to have her kneeling, she would need to get used to that position. He particularly noticed how she reacted to his obvious maleness. As a demon lord he could take any shape he desired but this one suited him very well for what he had in mind for her. Yes Jenna Simmisson, I will give you what you need...and deserve. He spoke formally as if they were in a ritual and he were truly bound to obey her. He was careful not to ram his will into the small tight opening of her mind that she allowed him. Instead he wriggled a small tendril of his might into her mind, it slithered like a serpent as it explored her. He showed her small snippets of what she wanted. A sense of being within Master Badlwin's mind as he lectured the class full of her and the other students. The images flashed one after another, her master teaching specific spells, lecturing, studying. It was just enough for her to focus upon what he was showing her and perhaps distract her from the fact that the images were coming more quicly now. Quicker and every few would be something else, her first crush, her first orgasm. Each time something else flashed it was followed by more of her desires, her quest for learning at all costs. Whether she was truly learning to read her master's mind and take his knowledge as her own would be hard for her to say, but there was enough there to tempt her to keep her mind open and maybe open it a little more.
Thread: The Summoner  HexyBexy and Xavieroll

Jenna felt him insinuate himself into her mind and, for a horrified moment, she thought she had made a dreadful mistake. Fighting back the urge to slam her mind shut and cast him back, she calmed. Her mind was secure, he would only see what she wanted him to see, she had him bound, he could not hurt her. Slowly. She relaxed as images started to fill her mind. she started to see how it might be done, to infiltrate thoughts and learn Baldwins secrets. She barely noticed the fleeting subconscious memories that tickled at the back of her mind as the demon rifled her memories... She was on her father's farm, back when she was just a wool merchant's daughter. Darion, one of the labourers, picking up heavy rolls of fleece and lifting them effortlessly onto a wagon. The play of his muscles across his bare back as he sweated in the sun. The way his trousers hugged his hips and his arse. It was the first time she had felt.lust, and her heart was hammering. She had always liked him, dreamed about kissing him, but this was different She was in her mothers bedroom, sneaking about, she found her mums lingerie drawer and looked inside, delighting in the feel of silk and satin, the colours, the textures. She was thirteen and she was sliding silk stockings up her legs, marvelling at the feel, the intricacy of the garter straps She was a little older, at home and frustrated after a hard day of studying. It wasnt fair, none of the boys would talk to her since she got the top marks in the test, they thought she was a show off, a teachers pet, shed never know what it was like to be with a boy. Older still... fumbling in a dark room on a couch, Rory Gilbert, his hand son her breasts, his breath short and urgent.. she felt something in her hand, hard but velvety, pulsing curiosity and a little fear more fumbling a sharp pain then urgent movement, she felt nothing but danger and fear and longing to feel more. But then it was over Lying in her bed in just her stockings, garters and bra. Playing with scarves wondering what it might be like the scarves going round her ankles, binding a small thrill of excitement dreaming of being captured and bound her hands finding the warm moist place between her thighs motion, fleeting images of ropes and leather and menpressure building and then shockingly suddenly.. sweet, sweet sensations and moaning and crying out biting on the pillow to stifle the noise, someone will hear! Shame confusion