The Capture

Satanica: ::crosses her arms:: what is it this time?

Crimson : No I dont think I will, Show what you have

Crimson: ::grwls and grabs her face and looks deep into her eyes:: I dont give a damn about preferences

Satanica: ::startled by the grab, she glears at him::

Crimson : ::licks her face like a beast:: Pretend I am some young slut

Crimson : Then I will you...........::kisses her gently:: ::licks his lips as her kiss lingers:: Nadu

Satanica: ::blinks and back hands him as she steps away from him:: NEVER

Crimson: ;:grabs hold of her wrist and licks her knuckles:: Then Serar

Satanica: ::raises a brow as she trys to pull her arm away::

Crimson: Leasha.............bracelets......::growls and pulls her warm body hard agsint his as he looks deep in her eyes:: Such a firery wench you are!

Satanica: ::looks away as she trys hard to push herself away from him::

Crimson : ::sifts his fingers through her soft tresses and <w>:: I'm pleased

<w> One thing about slaves...........they hunger to be taught how to be pleasing

Crimson: They live it , breath it and desire only to please, No ::curled fingers lift her chin as he <w>:: I am only teaching you how to keep your slave

Crimson : ::his eyes darken as the cold breath of death embraces him, he grabs her hair into a fists and forces her face first into the dirt, yanks a binding fiber from his belt as his knee drops to the middle of her back::

Satanica: ::she grabs his hand and pushes her face off the ground:: let go

Crimson: ::yanks her arms behind her back and binds her wrists together::

Satanica: let go of me ::looks to him:: untie me

Crimson: ::pulls another fiber from his belt and wrapes it around her elbows::

Crimson: ::gives the fiber a good yank and pulls the hard together::

Satanica: my arms can only streach so far ::winces::

Crimson : Ever hear of the Ship of Aquisition?

Satanica: ::raises a brow:: not that I know of

Crimson : The priest Kings come to Urth and gather barbarians

Crimson : Barbarians are Women from urth......like you ::presses his knees into her back and pulls her ankle back and warpes a niding fiber around it tightly::

Satanica: and ? ::looks to him, she trys to get her elbows loose by squirming out of them, kicks her legs:: stop it, ::growls::

Crimson: ::looks at her:: Dont fight it, it just bites in deeper

Satanica: ::mumbles as she does feeling it somewhat::

Crimson: ::he kerks hs hand and grabs her kicking leg and warpes the fiber around her ankle and jerks to the other binding it tightly:

Crimson: ::pulls her ankles to her wrists and fastens it tightly::

Satanica: ::mumbles:: it hurts and my elbows are sore

Crimson : ::smoothes her hiar back and ties it off in a tail:: quit your mumbling!

Crimson: As you wish ::he pulls the length of fiber to her ankles as her head is pulled back, secures it tightly as he lifts a dagger from it sheath as cuts a piece of cloth from her

Crimson : clothes:: In Gor, this is what we do to a rebellious slave, But we do it on a well traveled road

Crimson : That way, the passerbys can taunt and tormet your flesh

Satanica: dont even think of trying to leave me like this

Crimson: ::forms a not in the cloth and stuff it in her warm mouth, ties it behind her head::

Satanica: ::her mouth gets muffled as a gag is placed in her mouth::

Crimson: ::he sits beside her and brushes his fingers agsint her neck::

Satanica: ::shivers and trys to get out of the bonds::

Crimson : ::watches her as his finger traces her delicate ear::

Satanica: ::growls through the gag as she squirms just a bit::

Crimson: <w> You are very pretty, my slave ::lifts a steel ring from his belt and opens it::

Satanica: ::sheads a tear as she cant do anything about this situation::

Satanica: ::trys to lay her head on the ground to softly cry::

Satanica: ::muffles a "no" through the cloth::

Crimson: ::he llifts the cold steel under her chin and closes it around her soft flesh::

Satanica: ::shivers as the cold steel hits her warm skin, she closes her eyes or trys to and sheads soft tears::

Crimson : ::he turns the tumblers as they lock, reaches removing her gag::

Satanica: im not your slave ::growls at him:: let me go

Satanica: ::spits at him:: dont even touch me

Crimson : Your mine, I can do as I please ::wipes the sittle from his face and into her hiar::

Satanica: ::she squirms, laying on her side ad trys to move away from him::

Crimson: ::he watches her as her warms breasts are in reach, he cups one kneeding it gently as his thumb rubs the nipple::

Satanica: dont touch me ::she moves back on her front, not wanting him to touch her::

Crimson : ::he brushes his fingers agsint her soft cheek::

MsSatanica: can you at lease loosen the bonds, my body is hurting like hell ::snaps at him::

Crimson: ::he pushes up and stands::: Perhaps some passerby will hear you

Satanica: ::blinks:: dont leave me like this

Crimson: In Gor, aslave would have her throat slit for spitting at her Master

Crimson : And you will have to beg before I release you

Satanica: oh come on, just loosen the bonds, my body hurts

Crimson: ::turns and walks away from her and says nothing

Satanica: ::mumbles:: please? im sore, hungry and tired

Crimson: ::turns slightly:: Thats pitful slave.......you can do better!

Satanica: im not a slave and all i want in the bonds either undone or loosen

Crimson: ::walks over to her and with a quic sweep of his sword, he sever her bonds and turns from, says nothing more as he fades from sight::

Satanica: hey ::she rubs her joints and aching muscles::

Satanica: what about the freakin collar? ::looks at him::


	/X\istress §atanica \| home Pleasured Meeting \| Part 2 \| Part 3 \| Part 4 \| Part 5 \| The Capture \| Part 2 of Capture \| Part 3 of Capture \| Part 4 \| Love in the mysts The Capture Satanica: ::crosses her arms:: what is it this time? Crimson: Master me Satanica: ::raises a brow:: excuse me? Crimson : No I dont think I will, Show what you have Satanica: I only take females, not males Crimson: ::grwls and grabs her face and looks deep into her eyes:: I dont give a damn about preferences Satanica: ::startled by the grab, she glears at him:: Crimson : ::licks her face like a beast:: Pretend I am some young slut Satanica: I rather not ::looks at him:: Crimson : Then I will you...........::kisses her gently:: ::licks his lips as her kiss lingers:: Nadu Satanica: ::blinks and back hands him as she steps away from him:: NEVER Crimson: ;:grabs hold of her wrist and licks her knuckles:: Then Serar Satanica: ::raises a brow as she trys to pull her arm away:: Crimson : Bara..........Sula-ki Satanica: let go of me ::growls:: Crimson: Leasha.............bracelets......::growls and pulls her warm body hard agsint his as he looks deep in her eyes:: Such a firery wench you are! Satanica: ::looks away as she trys hard to push herself away from him:: Crimson : ::sifts his fingers through her soft tresses and <w>:: I'm pleased <w> One thing about slaves...........they hunger to be taught how to be pleasing Satanica: ::growls:: let me go Crimson: They live it , breath it and desire only to please, No ::curled fingers lift her chin as he <w>:: I am only teaching you how to keep your slave Satanica: ::growls:: Crimson: <w> And I love when a woman growls Satanica: ::spits at his face:: Crimson : ::his eyes darken as the cold breath of death embraces him, he grabs her hair into a fists and forces her face first into the dirt, yanks a binding fiber from his belt as his knee drops to the middle of her back:: Satanica: ::she grabs his hand and pushes her face off the ground:: let go Crimson: ::yanks her arms behind her back and binds her wrists together:: Satanica: Hey! ::struggles in the bonds:: Crimson : Stubborn you are, Woman! Satanica: let go of me ::looks to him:: untie me Crimson: ::pulls another fiber from his belt and wrapes it around her elbows:: Satanica: Hey! Crimson: ::gives the fiber a good yank and pulls the hard together:: Satanica: my arms can only streach so far ::winces:: Crimson : Ever hear of the Ship of Aquisition? Satanica: ::raises a brow:: not that I know of Crimson : The priest Kings come to Urth and gather barbarians Satanica: that I never knew or even herd of Crimson : Barbarians are Women from urth......like you ::presses his knees into her back and pulls her ankle back and warpes a niding fiber around it tightly:: Satanica: and ? ::looks to him, she trys to get her elbows loose by squirming out of them, kicks her legs:: stop it, ::growls:: Crimson: ::looks at her:: Dont fight it, it just bites in deeper Satanica: ::mumbles as she does feeling it somewhat:: Crimson: ::he kerks hs hand and grabs her kicking leg and warpes the fiber around her ankle and jerks to the other binding it tightly: Satanica: ::she squirms:: Crimson: ::pulls her ankles to her wrists and fastens it tightly:: Satanica: ::wimpers, barly unable to move:: Crimson: <w> did I hear a whimper? Satanica: ::mumbles:: it hurts and my elbows are sore Crimson : ::smoothes her hiar back and ties it off in a tail:: quit your mumbling! Satanica: i can mumble all I want Crimson: As you wish ::he pulls the length of fiber to her ankles as her head is pulled back, secures it tightly as he lifts a dagger from it sheath as cuts a piece of cloth from her Satanica: ack! ::softly breaths:: Crimson : clothes:: In Gor, this is what we do to a rebellious slave, But we do it on a well traveled road Satanica: ::is very sore and is hurting:: Crimson : That way, the passerbys can taunt and tormet your flesh Satanica: dont even think of trying to leave me like this Crimson: ::forms a not in the cloth and stuff it in her warm mouth, ties it behind her head:: Satanica: ::her mouth gets muffled as a gag is placed in her mouth:: Crimson: ::he sits beside her and brushes his fingers agsint her neck:: Satanica: ::shivers and trys to get out of the bonds:: Crimson : ::watches her as his finger traces her delicate ear:: Satanica: ::growls through the gag as she squirms just a bit:: Crimson: <w> You are very pretty, my slave ::lifts a steel ring from his belt and opens it:: Satanica: ::sheads a tear as she cant do anything about this situation:: Crimson: ::holds it in front of her:: Satanica: ::trys to lay her head on the ground to softly cry:: Crimson: Does it please you? Satanica: ::muffles a "no" through the cloth:: Crimson: ::he llifts the cold steel under her chin and closes it around her soft flesh:: Satanica: ::shivers as the cold steel hits her warm skin, she closes her eyes or trys to and sheads soft tears:: Crimson : ::he turns the tumblers as they lock, reaches removing her gag:: Satanica: ::looks at him:: Crimson: <w> Tell me your thoughts my slave Satanica: im not your slave ::growls at him:: let me go Crimson: <w> I bet your wet! Satanica: ::spits at him:: dont even touch me Crimson : Your mine, I can do as I please ::wipes the sittle from his face and into her hiar:: Satanica: ::she squirms, laying on her side ad trys to move away from him:: Crimson: ::he watches her as her warms breasts are in reach, he cups one kneeding it gently as his thumb rubs the nipple:: Satanica: dont touch me ::she moves back on her front, not wanting him to touch her:: Crimson : ::he brushes his fingers agsint her soft cheek:: MsSatanica: can you at lease loosen the bonds, my body is hurting like hell ::snaps at him:: Crimson: ::he pushes up and stands::: Perhaps some passerby will hear you Satanica: ::blinks:: dont leave me like this Crimson: You are deserving of it Satanica: no I dont Crimson: In Gor, aslave would have her throat slit for spitting at her Master Satanica: ::glears at him:: Crimson : And you will have to beg before I release you Satanica: oh come on, just loosen the bonds, my body hurts Crimson: ::turns and walks away from her and says nothing Satanica: ::mumbles:: please? im sore, hungry and tired Crimson: ::turns slightly:: Thats pitful slave.......you can do better! Satanica: im not a slave and all i want in the bonds either undone or loosen Crimson: ::walks over to her and with a quic sweep of his sword, he sever her bonds and turns from, says nothing more as he fades from sight:: Satanica: hey ::she rubs her joints and aching muscles:: Crimson: Yes? Satanica: what about the freakin collar? ::looks at him:: Crimson : ::smiles and continues his way: Satanica: HEY! ::growls:: Crimson: ::leaves her adorened in steel::