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Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

I don't regret anything I have done. She replied, Vixen replied as she looked at all the clothes, they were rather beautiful and sexy. The clothes there were so pretty, which was the reason she had stolen them, she knew now it was a rather bad choice. Vixen felt the hand on ass and tried to move away, but she quickly remember the hand around her waist. Vixen looked out at all the people, what if she could do something, she could run out of the store if she wanted to. 'I could burn the clothes I stole, get rid of the evidence, report this guy to the cop and get him thrown into jail.' She thought to herself, Vixen looked over at him. No matter what you do to me, I won't be a whore. I've never been one nor will I become one, not by your hand! She shot back, not raising her voice, but still it held all the anger and poison. Vixen pulled arm away from her waist and ass, softly growling at him. You know how I feel? She asked still glaring. I feel bored and tired of you, and your trashy whores. She replied, she could feel the eyes of the sales women and cashiers on her. Mainly her face and body, more specifically, her ass and breasts.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Amused by her recalcitrant sense of pride, he gave her a soft pat on her head, patting it like she was a dog who had just performed a trick. Maybe you are right... he said with a thoughtful voice. If you were a whore, at least you would get paid. They had stopped in the section of the store with the most revealing outfits, the kinds of dresses that you would expect to find on a strip club and not in a ballroom. One of the mannequins had a short, tight, pink, tube dress. It was so short it would reveal the panties of the bearer, and the cleavage did not offer much more coverage. Wasn't that the one you stole two weeks ago? Adam asked, as he started to brows through dresses. He stopped at a black dress that looked classy enough for a ball, if it had not been for the fact that the cloth was half see through. No... To fancy for a slut. he said and continued browsing. A red creation with cleavage all the way down to the navel, to give a good view of the bearers breasts was dismissed as not cheap looking enough, and a white dress consisting merely torn strips that would reveal everything if there were just a little wind got put back because it was to mush fashion model, to little porn star. Come on, this is your one chance to get something for free. Start looking! But you wont get anything suited for descent people, this is for work, not pleasure.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen looked at all the clothes, beautiful and colorful as they were, they now were making her stomach hurt. As she looked at the dress that he claimed she had stolen, she looked at it before shaking her head, she turned to him. Seems your age finally is getting to your head, old man. Vixen replied before turning back to it. The dress I stole wasn't this cheap and trashy, and it was dark blue. Vixen shot back, she looked through the clothes, as if she was a customer rather than a slave to this ass. The teenage girl looked at the long see through gowns, feeling the texture, some were rough while others were soft and smooth. Unknowing to the man, Vixen stole some of the clothes here to destroy and re-make. The clothes she was wearing now were one of her creation, it was tight yet classy enough to not be called slutty. Vixen looked back at the owner and her eyes narrowed, she wasn't going to pick anything, she didn't care if he would get man. Actually, she would love to see him angry, it would be funny. Vixen softly laughed as she walked away from the clothes and walked to the more classy clothes, ignoring the looks of the cashier. She could see a few of the men there looking at her, Vixen smirked as she swayed her hips as she walked and picked out a short cocktail dress to look at.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

That little spoiled twat just kept badmouthing him, but Adam remained his chilly distance. Soon, he thought, she would be screaming and crying like a little girl, and the more confident she felt when she walked into her own doom, the more fun would it be to watch. My apologies he said with obviously faked humility. It's just so hard to keep track of everything you've stolen. As she picked out the black cocktail dress, worth about 500 dollars, Adam walked up to her, stroking his big fingers over her cheek in what could have been mistaken as affection by someone who didn't know better. Oh, honey, you will soon learn that disobeying instructions comes with a price. A price that you will have to pay. he said as he took the dress from her hands, put an arm around her waist, and started to lead her toward the changing booths. When they got there, he swept the drapery aside and pushed her inside, like a farmer herding cattle. Then he stepped inside the small booth as well, and dragged the drapery back. There was hardly space enough for one person in there, let alone two. There were mirrors on both sides of them, and she was surrounded by copies of herself with her denim skirt pulled up a bit over her ass - that pervert must have done it on the way here - and the strange man in the dark suit. The drapery didn't give much privacy to them - it didn't go all the way down to the floor, and even though she couldn't see over it, the top of her head stuck up. Anyone outside would be able to see that a girl was in there together with a much older man. He tossed the black cocktail dress to her. You'll get to work as a model. Try it on!
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen felt her ass against the cold smooth surface of the mirror, she looked up at him glaring as always. She wondered to herself if she would ever stop glaring at this man, she was sure that mostly, she wouldn't. Ass! She hissed at him, Vixen pushed him back as hard as she could to get some breathing room, carefully she smoothed down her skirt to covered her ass back again. Hmm...model you say, doesn't sound too bad, but I wonder why me? Doesn't your cashier whores have a better body than I do or am I just that special to you. Vixen's silver eyes shined with a mischievous glint, even if she hated this man, she still found it fun to play around with him. Vixen took the dress and looked at it, she shrugged slightly and pulled off her shirt as well as her skirt. She could see in the mirror the small light freckles that decorated her back, from her shoulders they curved all the way down her spine, dipping down into her shapely ass. Vixen pulled on the dress and carefully started tugging it into place, making sure she didn't accidentally rip it.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Even with all the strength of her arms, she did not get him to move an inch, and he simply ignored her attempt to get him to back off. Oh, I have done everything that I could possibly do with those cunts more times than I can count. You are the new piece of meat this establishment needs. he replied. This is to learn you not trying to take the easy way out. he said, as he grabbed the neckline of the dress, and tore up a rift in the middle of the front, so the dress suddenly revealed most of her bra. He did the same thing from the bottom, so that it was only a little part over her belly that actually held it together. The newly created slit would make it impossible for her to even take a step without letting anybody who happened to look in her direction get a peak of her nude pussy. To finish his design, he took a firm grip around her throat, pushing her up against the mirror, not even taking notice of the fact that he banged her head to the wall and deprived her of air. With his other hand he grabbed her bra, and ripped it off her body. He let go of her, and threw the broken bra out over the drapery. Now the girl in the mirror looked like a princess fallen from grace - the expensive dress was ruined, and it exposed more of her breasts than a street hooker chasing customers would. Ah, that's better. Adam said, satisfied with his work.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen looked in the mirror, frowning as she looked at what he'd done to her. 'He will not get away with this!' She thought to herself, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. Finish? She asked, her voice filled to the brim with anger. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but out of anger rather than embarrassment. That was one pleasure she wouldn't allow him to have, Vixen finally felt the pressure on her throat gone and she softly cleared her throat as he finally let her go. Alright than. She looked at him before sending a solid slap to his face, her silver eyes still sharp as she looked at him, she pulled her hand away and looked at him. If you think you're going to break me and make me like one of your daily whores, you have another thing coming. I am not a whore, nor will I ever be to you or any other man.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

The second her delicate hand slapped his cheek, the calm expression that had rested over him disappeared. His composed demeanor and the cold, conniving look on his eyes was replaced by an uncontrolled burst of anger and eyes burning with desire. It was like if something inside of him that had held him back suddenly had burst, and a floodwave of pent up rage was flowing out of his body. Before she had even got a chance to think about what she just had done and said, his big firm hands had grabbed her petite little body, lifting her up from the ground and pressing her against the mirror with such force that it made a cracking sound. A wave of stinging pain filled her senses as her head cracked the thick glass of the mirror. He was breathing heavily, with hes face only inches from hers, she could feel every breath he took. This will be pleasant compared to what the other inmates would do to you in jail. He looked like he was about to scream it, but instead he hissed it out, slowly, emphasizing every single word. Either way, you will be somebodies whore. he said, and without a warning he threw her down on the floor with strength enough to make her fall into a little pile of barely covered skin at his feet. So you better get used to it. he said, looking down at the pathetic being in front of him.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Evelynn sat on the ground as she took a breath, a slight pain lingered on the back of her head as she shifted on the hard ground. Evelynn looked up at him and smirked despite the pain, her hair covered over her left eye as she glared at him. I'd rather be ass fucked by a woman then by a dick less man like yourself. She said as she softly giggled, she felt blood starting to drip down from her forehead down her uncovered eye. I'm not your whore, you're going to have to kill me before I ever submit to you, so keep dreaming honey. Evelynn wiped the blood away with the back of her hand and licked it away, she slowly got up from the ground and stood up.
Thread: Slight of Hand / Interrogation

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Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

A few miles away from the rocky Irish coast lay a small village. It was unremarkable as far as villages went but it was surrounded by several miles of lush farmland. In the center of this village there lay a small stone castle, surrounded by a great fence with guards posted at various points. Other then that there was a minimal military force, most of those who guarded the lord and his daughter were militia. They knew how to handle themselves but faced against well armed men theyd likely be slaughtered. Still Lord St. Rose was confident to the point of cockiness and it was one of his greatest faults. His lovely daughter Aingeal was a bright well taught lass that was quite the beauty indeed. Her hair was a long ashy blonde that fell in ringlets down the small of her back and framed a sweet innocent face with large green eyes and plump young lips. Her skin was as pale as only a noblewomans could be and she was always dressed in the latest fashions. At the moment she was out in the garden working on her needlepoint in a pale blue dress that hugged her smooth inviting curves. Normally shed be out horseback riding or practicing her archery but she was being punished for a late night escape attempt, this was made obvious by the two militia members watching over her from afar. Her father approached her with soft but audible foot steps. Good morning love. He said placing a hand on her shoulder. Da she said by way of greeting displeasure obvious in her voice. I wish you wouldnt speak to me like that. He scolded glaring down at her in a displeased fashion. I wish you wouldnt lock me up in a gilded cage Da. Was her response. Knowing he wouldnt get anywhere with her he sighed softly. Come in for the morning meal lass, perhaps a full belly will make you a wee bit more thankful for what you have. Reluctantly she stood brushing off her skirt and following after him. After the morning meal her father would be off to survey the progress the serfs were making on the summer crops leaving her alone with no one for company but the silent guards assigned to make sure she remained on the property. All that managed to do was darken her mood more so then it was already. It was cloudy today, there was a high chance it was going to rain. They needed rain, it would be good for the crops. Such a shame she was going to be stuck inside, she loved to dance in the rain.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

When the evening meal rolled around Aingeal had decided to give her father a bit of a break. It was obvious he wasnt going to take back her punishment with her giving him the cold shoulder to buttering him up. She brought in the evening meal made sure his favorite bread and stew was prepared and even helped a bit in the kitchen. She dressed in his favorite green dress and even braided her hair just as he liked. It seemed to be working well enough because they were speaking pleasantly with one another and afterwards she went off to bed. It went without saying the small village wasnt ready for an attack of any kind, nor were they expecting it. As the sun began to set the serfs were dismissed from their tasks and allowed to go home. With their meager earnings hey were able to purchase food for their families St. Rose was many things but he did at least make sure they didnt die of starvation. The older male had also become surprisingly lax with his small military force. No one had attacked them for decades, despite the farmland it was a relatively small settlement. As he sat in the study drinking his evening scotch he felt as though something was off. There was a charge in the air that made him uneasy and he began to worry for his daughter more then his people. She was in the prime of her life and there were many young noblemen who wanted her hand in marriage. Restlessly he walked up the hall and ascended the stairs. He found his daughter fast asleep beneath the covers but it did little to settle himself. He called his captain of the guard and had the young man get together a small group of men to patrol the outlying farmlands. He was certain it was nothing more then paranoia but one could never been too sure. Then he went to bed. Meanwhile in the rain a small force of about ten men made their way through the driving rain hunting vainly in the darkness for any sign of a disturbance. It truly was hopeless though, it was raining too hard for torches so they were practically running blind. It was made more difficult by the fact the wheat was almost ready for harvest so it the tall sweeping waves impaired their vision further. They never saw the Viking party coming through the woods at them, even if they had they would not have survived.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The shouting woke the Lord of the castle with a start, he knew that sound. It wasnt the first time hed dealt with the barbarians from across the strait. In his younger years he actually fought with them and saw many people die at their swords. Shooting up in bed he sounded the alarm, the small score of men from the barracks lept up dressing themselves in armor and grabbing their swords. Vikings! he shouted in horror alerting the household staff. Protect my daughter! a young male servant nodded and shot down the hall. Lady Aingeal was woken by rough calloused hands shaking her form she shot up in bed accidently backhanding the poor boy before realizing something was wrong. Vikings my lady we must take you to the wine cellar. He handed her, her dressing robe and she covered her white sleeping gown tying the sash tight around her slender waist. Her ladies in waiting followed after her the four of them running through the servants passages and into a small room hidden in a false wall of the wine cellar. It was furnished and had a small store of dried food, a panic room of sorts incase they were actually every invaded. Her father had demanded the servants stop keeping it tidy and replacing the spoiled food but they did none the less. She was thankful for it now. What of my Da? she asked the serving boy who frowned. Im sorry my lady, last I knew he was dressing to fight with his men. She jerked up. I must go get him, hes too old! Those men will slaughter him. She tried to get passed the dark haired male but he was far to strong easily pushing her back into the chair while her ladies huddled in a corner. If we are very quiet. Seamus began. Then we can hide here for many days and eventually we can sneak out through the passage that leads to the stables. But they needed to be very, very quiet. The slightest whisper, shuffle, sob or cry would alert anyone in the otherwise silent cellar to their presence and the wall the room was hidden behind was very obvious. Taking a deep breath she moved to her few ladies holding them close to her. They just needed to wait that was all, everything was going to be fine. Lord St. Rose was with a small platoon of men guarding the vault once he knew his daughter was safe. He knew theyd come here as soon as they could, it had all his money and priceless artifacts, including a portrait of his daughter painted on the eve of her 16th birthday. Something hed obviously forgotten about otherwise, he would have destroyed it to protect her.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The fight through the gate and courtyard was quick and fierce, many of the militiamen never had the chance to drop their swords before being cut down. A few tried to defend themselves and fewer still managed to wound or take down a raider. Orm, Thorgrim and a group of ten or so rushed the keep, but the steward inside managed to get the door shut and locked before they could get in. Orm laughed as he surveyed their work. Who do we owe the gold? he cried out when the fighting in the courtyard had ended. One of the men came forward to claim his prize, bleeding from the side of his head where an ear used to be. He gladly took the coins, seemingly unaware of his wound. The Jarl looked back at the thick oak and iron door that kept him from St. Rose. He turned back to his men. Break it down! He shouted and stepped away. Suddenly arrows fell amongst them, fired from the rooftop. As if the rain wasn't bothersome enough. He yelled to Thorgrim, their shields raised instinctually to protect themselves. He felt the impact of one on his shield. Lucky for us it's only a drizzle! He was in very high spirits. A battering ram was fashioned in short order and the men set to work bringing the door down. The door was made of strong Irish oak and with each impact of the ram the boom was near deafening.
Thread: A Viking's Tale (Charon & ScarletAngel)

The boom echoed in the large building sending servants running for whatever hidey hole they could find. Some were in closets others hid in the passages, a few even hid under their beds. St. Rose ordered them to not waste their lives by trying to fight the men and most were more then happy to obey them. There were a few of course generally the older gentlemen who worked the stables or gardens on the estate. They were going to fight even if it meant dying. Down in the cellar Aingeal had her hands over her ears trying to drown out the sound of the oak beginning to splinter while the archers tried in vain to kill at least two or three of the remaining men. It was so hard to believe after so long that they were being invaded by vikings. 30 years of peace her father said, while they went for the villages closer to the rocky coast. even the highly trained men that came from the larger cities had problems holding them back. Her father should have known the peace wouldn't last much longer. Lord St. Rose felt his heart thud with every strike against the strong doors. Even his men seemed spooked most of them never having picked up a sword in their entire lives. He could only hope that the serving boy could keep his daughter safe long enough to smuggle her out of the castle in three days time. Then they could make their way to the next town and warn them that the barbarians were moving inland taking prize farmland in the process. Then there was the loud sound of wood splintering and many of the remained militia took a visible step backwards. The door had given there was nothing stopping them now unless the archers were as good with swords as they were with bows. In fact the leader of that troop called them off and demanded they arm themselves and go down to face these men. Anything to buy their lord more time.