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Vailyn

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OOC: This is a story for Tibvo and I. Imagine a world from long ago, in days so much more innocent and of a pace that seems to crawl compared to the present. Close the world away and focus in. Relax, unwind, and enjoy.



Lynette Orion Masters

The moon lights a path that only the young woman-child sees. The path so old, worn, and overgrown by an array of wildflowers that no one would ever take the odd bit of ground showing here and there as a path for anything but a woodland creatures-which at heart she is. Long locks of silvery blue black hair tumbles and bounces wildly in the air as the fae woman-child runs with complete abandon towards her secret haven. Golden brown eyes shine with anticipation. Today is a special day.

Grasping two familiar trees along the trunk, she pushes herself up and jumps lightly into the moonlit glade. The music of nighteve's whistling breeze, hush tiny footsteps and gentle roar of the prize of the glade intertwines a melody that soothes the spirit. With each step towards the rippling pool, the woman-child strips away a piece of her clothing. A quick stop to lean down, briskly tugging the filmy light pink cotton nightgown upwards and pulls it eagerly off. She drops it heedlessly behind her as she heads towards the pool, removing her thin summer shift and flinging it onto a nearby bush. Reaching the water's edge, she stands still, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as if just by breathing she could intake the peace which lies so calmly about.

Clothed in the lightest soft white pantaloons, the woman-child tosses her hair back and runs into the pond with a welcoming gasp of delight. Diving beneath the surface with a sure stroke, she revels in the silken feel of cool water rushing over her entire body. She bursts out of the surface and laughs up at the stars!



 
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Jacob

The young man with the dark greasy hair and the scarred complexion stands by the pond watching the young girl sliding through the water, the moonlight easily illuminating her pale body. Reaching out to the bush, he picks up her shift and puts to his nose, smelling her fragrance. His attention shifts back to the girl, his eyes bright with burning hunger.

The week previous, he had seen her come back from the forest, her hair damp, making him realise that she has been taking late night swims. He has spent the rest of the week waiting for her to do it again, hoping to catch her. Tonight he has.

Moving to the edge of the water, he shouts out to her…
 
Lynette



The woman-child is about to leap back into the silken water when she hears a voice call out her name. The loud abrasive intrusion breaks the tranquility of the glade. Quickly she sinks into the water until only her face remains above the surface. Her eyes darken with anger as she zeroes in on the one who dares to invade her only haven.

"Jacob." Icy condemnation steals all warmth from her voice. "By what right do you intrude upon me here?" The calm facade belies the fear which turns her heart cold and darkens the haven into a nightmarish mockery of safety. How? How did he find me here? She clenches her jaw tightly to keep herself from showing her fear. How do I save myself from--

Jacob's voice cuts like a blunt knife through her thoughts.

 
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Jacob

"If I were you, I would be more concerned on what your father would think if he saw you here, like this."

One by one, he starts to pick up all her clothes.

"Being the Minister's daughter an' all, do you think he would approve of his 'little girl' going out by herself and swimming undressed where good people can see?"

He then returns to the pond's edge, her clothes a tight bundle in his arms..

"And it is very careless of you to leave your clothes all over the place. Why, you could lose them. Then how would you get home? What if your father saw?"

He grins at her as he sits on his haunches...
 
Lynette



With the loss of her joy and the serene air about the glade, Lynette finds herself losing her body heat to the lingering cold of the pool. Icy trickles of water sneaks down her face and makes her shiver. He sees it and realizes that she’s afraid.

She warily looks at him, sharply asking, “What do you want?”

Jacob smiles. The pale moonlight enhances the pale line of teeth in the darkness. Turning a friendly expression into one of ghostly threat. He edges closer to the water and offers Lynette her clothing. Instinct makes her step backwards and she loses her balance! Where she had expected viscous mud to support her footing was nothing.

A sharp startled scream pierces the woodland before the tranquil waters swallow Lynette into its chilling arms.

 
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Jacob

He sees her head goes under, leaving nothing but a slight ripple on the surface and for a moment, he just looks at the empty pond.

She's not playing!

Instantly, he is pulling off his shirt and is diving in.

Thanks to the full moon, he quickly spots Lynette's struggling form in the dim water. her pantaloons catching the light. Being a strong swimmer, he easily reaches her and grabbing hold of her slim waist, urgently pulls her back to the surface.

A few minutes later, she is lying on the bank, coughing and spluttering. Jacob is leaning over her, a smug look on his face.

Now she owes him!

His mind is ablaze with thoughts on how she can repay him...
 
Lynette



Lynette's usually lustrous hair lies in a tangle of dull locks around her slim youthful body. The long tangles and wet pantaloons clings close and leaves nothing to the imagination. Coral brown nipples stand painfully erect above the goose bumps forming all over her exposed body. Her racking coughs and weak thrashing to recover her breath only displays her nakedness even more blatant. A long knot of hair lands across Lynette's face and she frantically claws it away from her. Shoving all of her hair wildly away from her face and gasping the pure cool air deep into her oxygen starved body. Gazing blindly upwards, she lies helplessly exposed on the rugged ground.


 
Jacob

His eyes roam up and down her body as he waits for her to come to her senses. Eventually, her breathing slows and her eyes focuses on him.

"Jacob?"

"Yes, Lynette. You nearly drowned and I saved you." For a moment he brings his lips down onto hers, crushing them together. He then pulls away, leaving her gasping.

"You owe me!" he says, blatenly staring at her body, making it clear what he wants.

Then he gets up, grabs his shirt and leaves...
 
Lynette



She tries to scrub away his touch with her hand. She could feel him everywhere and knowledge burns. Shaking with suppressed emotions, Lynette ackwardly crawls to the water and splashs her face. It's not enough. The memory of his cruel grasping hands and lustful gaze stings. A tear falls down her cheek unnoticed. Lynette gathers herself up and delve back into the waters which were once her cherished friend. Sinking in to her neck, she anxiously scrubs herself clean of Jacob. Dunking her head into the water, she cleans her flyaway hair. Calmer, Lynette's eyes roam the glade in search of her nightgown. Finally finding it lying limp and coated by the mud from the damp pool's edge. Lynette shakes the gown fruitlessly and sighs. Pulling the garment over her head, it clings to her wet body as it settles against her skin. Lynette's feet take wing and she runs with an edge of fear trailing her way back home.


 
Andrew

The large shepherd is on his way back home after spending the afternoon and early evening looking for stray lambs. Just ahead of him is his dog, Bob.

"You have done well today, boy!" He says to his collie as he comes running up. "Now let's get home and have some food."

He only takes another step when he is bowled over by a dark shape who cuts across the pathway.

"What in Heaven??" he shouts. Barking, his dog starts to give chase only to be halted by his master.

"Don't bother, Bob." The dog stops and returns to his master's side. Getting up and retrieving his flat cap, the shepherd and his dog continue on their way.

It is then they hear sobbing coming from up ahead...
 
Lynette


Just as Lynette's feet land on the path towards home, strong arms reach out of the shadows and pulls her to an abrupt stop. Smug laughter fills the air. Recognition snaps Lynette out of her blank horror and she lashes out, "Jacob! Let me go this instant!"

She tries in vain to break his hold, but she can't. Her helpless struggles only makes him grow more sure of his power over her. He shakes her roughly and lets her go only to rip apart her muddy nightgown. Jacob thrusts Lynette down to the ground and lands heavily on top of her. Clamping down her flying limbs with his hand and legs, he leers down upon her pale stricken face. "You owe me! I shall have my compensation now."

His face eclipses any small bit of light that shines into the woods and his cold wet lips begin to move demandingly on hers. Screams of outrage and fear come out as tiny muffled squeals. His filthy hand greedily takes a firm breast and squeezes it with cruel passion. Parting her legs, Jacob presses his ready cock against her loins. She fruitlessly fights him with her entire body, but it did nothing except fire his passions higher.

Jacob ravishes her mouth with his thick tongue and gags her with his possession. Pulling away with a nasty laugh, he inhales her breast into his mouth and bites down hard on her nipple. Lynette cries out weakly as she tries to regain her breath. She yanks one hand free when his grip loosens and drags her nails down his face. Roaring in anger, Jacob slaps her in the face several times until her eyes close in self-preservation and she tries to dig herself into the ground away from his fist. Sense seems to leak into his eyes and he stops beating her. Yet, it doesn't stop him for reaching for his breeches and pulling loose--a dog's cheerful bark cuts the silence and a man's voice follows. Cursing his foul luck, Jacob whispers fiercely into her ear, "I shall have my way with you soon enough, my pet. I promise you this. No one will stop me next time." He pulls her face to meet his and steals another kiss. Sounds of the man and dog come closer. Cursing silently, he scrambles to his feet and runs.

Horror fills Lynette to her very core. Shaking hands keep trying to pull the ragged edges of her torn gown together. She tries to rise with one hand as the other holds the torn edges closed and falls back with a swallowed cry. Her body throbbing with her racing pulse, Lynette curls onto her side and sobs. Each shuddering breath drawn in keens forth in another cry of helpless despair.
 
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Andrew

My God!

He sees her lying on the ground, sobbing her heart out. Instantly, he breaks into a run. Bob, his dog, is already next to her, sniffing. His cold wet nose trying to barrow its way between the girl's naked pert bottom.

"Stop that, Bob!" Andrew barks as he leans over the girl.

It's young Lynette Masters. John Masters' daughter.

"Are you alright, girl?"

At the sound of his voice, the girl springs to her feet, her eyes wide while trying to use the ruined clothing to cover her body. Still crying, she sprints off down the path towards the town. The shepherd gets and stares after the running child.

What had happened here?

"Follow her, Bob." he says to his dog. "Make sure that she gets home safely."

Understanding, the dog starts off after her...
 
Jacob

From cover, he watches the girl as she runs for home. The lust blazing inside his very soul. His erection throbbing painfully inside his pants.

I'll have you, don't you worry! He swears to himself.

He knows he cannot go after her now. Not with that dog following.

"Curse that interferring shepherd!"

His eyes switches to the big shepherd still standing there on the path.

Who does he thinks he is? Always sticking his nose in business that is none of his concern?

His father has already had a few runnings with the Shepherd in the past.

"It's about time you were taught a lesson." He says to himself. His eyes glistens evilly at the thought as he turns and walks away...
 
John Masters

Where is she?

The Minister sits in his chair in the pitch black room and he is displeased. Lynette's father is a large and powerfully built man, his voice deep and strong. He passionately believed in the Lord and that all of life's pleasures a blasphemy and that it is his duty to show the people the true path.

Tonight, he had come home early from going around, seeing some of his flock and as a dutiful father would do, had gone to his daughter's room to wish her a blessed night.

But she was not there!

Finding that she was not in the house, he now sits in his chair until she comes home.

"Lord help your faithful servant. Since her mother's death, she has become an unruly child. I have tried to be a lenient parent but it is doing no good. I have to be stronger with her! Firmer!"

This is not the first time he has to punish her to make her see the errors in her ways. He ignores the twitching in his groin.

He continues to wait...
 
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Lynette


Nothing is the same. Everything that was familiar has become strange and terrible. Harsh sobs wreck Lynette's throat as she runs on wings of fear. All her normal precautions lie forgotten as she tries to find safety in the one place away from the clearing. She crashes heedlessly through the back door and was about to dash up the stairs when a cold voice cuts all movement to a halt.

"LYNETTE!"

 
John Masters

He has started to doze when the sound of the back door flying open. He sees a figure dart towards the stairs.

"Lynette!"

The figure instantly stops.

"Father...?"

Lighting a candle, the Minister gets up and strides over to her.

"What have you been doing?" He accuses, his eyes sweeping up and down her body, taking in the torn clothing, her exposed flesh.

"Have you been fornicating?" His voice is deep, full of menace.

"N-no, Father. I have been out bathing."

"Liar! Look at you.", ignoring the expression on her face, "You go out in your night attire and come back in this state. You are like your mother. She was a harlot, a whore. I had hoped that raising you under God's roof would have cleansed you of such evil thoughts. I see that I have been wrong!"

Grabbing her arm, he drags her up the stairs.

"Father, please!" His daughter pleads.

"This is for your own good, child. You need to be shown. You need to be taught a lesson." and he pulls her into her bedroom...
 
Lynette


"Father! Father! No! NO! Please, Father, nothing happened! I--" A cry of pain escapes as Lynette loses her balance as she is dragged up the stairs. "Father, please!"

His hard, deep voice rumbles pass Lynette's terrible anguish. Tears fly haphazardly about as she shakes her head in denail. Just when John yanks her into her own spare bedroom, Lynette's eyes lock on the belt hanging from a hook by the low wooden bed. No. "Noooooooooooo!"

Screaming her denial, Lynette claws her arm free of her Father's harsh hold and rushes down the stairs. Glancing hastily about, her eyes spy a patchwork quilt on the couch. Lynette grabs the quilt and wraps it loosely around herself and runs back into the darkness of the woods.
 
Masters

Alone, he stands in her bedroom, his body literally shaking with rage.

"How dare she!!??" He shouts out. "How dare she defy her own father!!!"

Like a wild bull, he storms out of the room and down the stairs. One look at open back door tells him where she has gone.

Lighting a torch, he goes out after her. Determined to bring her back and punish her...
 
Lynette

The darkness did not welcome her like so many countless nights in the past. The cover of leaves and branches arch like claws to shred pieces of her hair, gown and quilt away from her. Tearing at the edges of her strength. Fraying the last bit of sanity that holds her together. Despite the errie silence and heavy atmosphere, Lynette's feet fly towards the broken haven within the woods.

No-no-no-no-nonoo! No more! I pray, no more! Oh God, please no more!

Running, using a quilted fist to wipe away the endless tears, she hears an excited yelp and immediately crash into a hard unyielding body which quickly grasps her arms and saves her from falling. Instantly, Lynette freezes for a split second and all her hurting fury rises out of her! She drops her hold upon the quilt and pounds her small fists against the stranger. Her fight quickly leaves her when she hears her Father's deep voice calling her name. Quaking shudders of pain wrenches Lynette's body and she falls into the arms that hold her still.

 
Andrew

No is more surprised than Andrew when the figure with a quilt rans blinding into him. Looking at her face, he sees it's Lynette. She looks up at him and faints.

"What has happened to the poor girl?"

His dog barks as if in reply.

Or it could have been because a moment later, the minister breaks through the trees. Taking one look at the shepherd holding his daughter, he quickly offers his thanks.

"Oh thank the Lord you found her. I was worried when she wasn't in her room."

"Why? What happened?" asks the shepherd.

The minister looks at the shepherd for a moment, his face full of worry.

"Ever since her mother died, God rest her soul, she has been having nightmares. Tonight's was a bad one. Made her run from our house as if Satan himself was on her tail."

Hmmmm! That may explain the state of her earlier and now. Why she reacted to him like that. thinks the shepherd.

"I just thank God that you found her." continues the minister, offering his hands. "My God! Just look at her. My poor baby. Now if you just hand over to me, I get her home and into bed."

The dog growls.

"Stop it, Bob!" but the shepherd does hesitates for a moment.

The minister is a good man. She will be safe with him.

So he hands her over.

Thanking him, the minister turns and heads off. Behind him, Andrew looks on, slightly concerned...
 
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John Masters

Back in his house, the minister takes his unconscious daughter upstairs.

"It's going to be a long night." He says to himself...
 
Lynette


Lynette wakes to the feel of something being violently pulled away from her. She leaden eyes open blurrily to focus slowly on the figure standing over her. Something shrivels and dies inside as she takes in her Father's angry burning eyes and wild hair. His gaze roaming slowly up and down her barely clothed body makes her feel like the filithiest creature in the world. He begins the old litany against fornification and the whore her mother was and how she is her mother's daughter. Like an aged ritual, John moves over to the belt hanging from its place of honor upon the wall by the bed and takes it down. His eyes gleam with an emotion Lynette has never understood as he motions for her to move. Her mind seems to move away from her body as she slowly rolls off her bed and kneels on the floor. The filthy dirt stained gown falls uslessly to the floor and leaves her small body completely open for John's lecherous eyes. Her small rounded buttocks push upwards, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her pink inner lips, her back arched as her chest rests against the bed, pushing her breasts flatter and out. Her dark cloud of hair falling in seductive tangles along her back and sides. John moves the hair away to fall on either side of Lynette's bowed head in the first loving gesture he has shown since he brought her back to their home. His hand roams down her spine and comes to a rest on her tiny waist. His long fingers pressing in to hold her still as he brings the belt down across her soft white bottom to leave a stinging red welt. The first of many.
 
John Masters

His burning eyes feasts on his daughter as he swings the belt onto her upturned rump, hearing a measure of satisfaction as she cries out at his every blow.

1...2...3...4...5...6 blows and he stops. Pausing for a moment, he runs his other hand over her reddened buttocks.

"You are a whore, a demon made to tempt the desires of poor mortal men. Oh! I have seen you tempt that poor boy, Jacob Creed."

His hand slides between her legs, causing her to jerk.

"You are just like your mother. I tried to be a good husband to her, I really tried. But your mother was a demon who seduced other women's husbands."

Pulling back, he continues to whip the sobbing girl.

"I won't, won't allow you to do that to the good men folk here!"

He brings the belt down another five times before he stops. He stands there, his body shaking. His breath coming in rapid gasps.

"Stand up!" He commands. "Stand up and face me!"

Slowly Lynette turns and faces her father, her hands trying to cover her body.

"Look at what you have done!" He shouts, pointing to the large bulge in his trousers. "You and your whoring ways. Even your own father is not safe from your appetites."

"Father...?"

"I am possessed by your demon. " He growls, grabbing her roughly and forcing her to her knees before him, only inches from his groin. "Now only you can suck it out."...
 
Andrew Glenn

The kindly shepherd is silent as he walks through the woods. Stopping, he looks at his dog by his side. It's face seems sad.

"Are you thinking what I thinking, Bob?" He says. He then looks back from whence they came.

"I am worried about young Lynette, boy. I can't put my finger on it but something is wrong." At the mention of the girl's name, Bob barks excitedly.

"You think we should go back, don't you?"

Bob barks as if in answer.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew makes a decision. "Come on, boy. It's been an age since we have last visited the Minister."

Turning to go back, he sees that Bob is already rushing ahead...
 
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