Fallen Angel

[SyrusAngelstone]

The last candle in the cold stone chamber was snuffed out, and the small redheaded beauty made her way to the large curtained bed. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she sunk into the heavy feather bed. pale lids fluttered shut over dove grey eyes, and her mind went to thoughts of the upcoming wedding. Lord Ashton had proposed to her..well, more accurately her father, just that day, and he happily accepted. Lady Angelstone, on the other hand, had no say in the matter. Although Lord Ashton was Fredrick Ashton's son, and Fredrick Ashton was the wealthiest landowner in the small province of Dorset, and The young Ashton was a very wealthy man in his own right, Syrus felt nothing but fear about the event. She had just turned twenty-four, and was not likely to get a better offer...
She stopped herself abruptly. no use in thinking crudely about herself. She would rather be a spinster than be Lady Ashton. But the Angelstone's needed an heir, less that horrbile Jeremy Merriweather, her cousin, take over the title.
She sighed and streched, her small form dwarfed under the heavy quilts. There was nothing she could do about it now...may as well not bother with it til morning...
and with that thought she quicklly drifted off to sleep.

 

[EcstasysDream]

Maeve -

Night had finally fallen and with it the quiet that echoed through the stone walls as one by one the occupants of the house began to drift towards sleep. But not all were ready to seek their beds quite yet.

Maeve peeked around the corner of the bedroom door, checking on her employer. Poor Lady Syrus. She'd just found out earlier in the evening that her father had promised her to that Lord Ashton fellow. She knew only what gossip there was about the man, and as was usual it wasn't good gossip. Ah well, this was one of those times one was happy to be a servant and not the Master's daughter.

The chilly fingers of a draft made it's way down Maeve's spine, causing her to wrap her arms around herself in an attempt at warmth. Looking up she saw the mistress had left her window open. That girl would kill herself one of these days with her forgetfulness.

Girl...Maeve had to chuckle at that one as she crossed the room to bolt the door. The lady was almost six years her senior and yet she tended to treat her as if she was still an innocent child. In many ways, compared to Maeve, she was. Servants couldn't afford to be naive.

Pausing as she reached for the windows latch, Maeve noticed a figure down below. Moonlight streamed down on the man as he looked up at the window, casting am eerie glow about them. Then he motioned to her. At first she wasn't sure he was waving at her, but he was.

"Milady... I bring you word of your future husband... something you should know." He called up to her. He had a kind voice, yet one that seemed stressed.

Who would imagine? He thought she was Lady Syrus. She stood still a moment, thinking about what she should do... But it wasn't a long moment before she turned towards the door, sweeping up her mistresses cloak and wrapping it about her before heading downstairs. Perhaps this night wouldn't be so dull after all.

 

[unclebigbad]

Sneaks silently into the Ladies room...

His ropes and other things secured in the pouch at his back...

Stands looking upon the quietly sleeping form on the bed before him...Smiles an evil little smile...His employer was going to have to pay more for his teaching this pretty one...

slowly slips the ropes over her splayed limbs...snugging them softly around her wrists and ankles...ties the other ends to the legs of the bed...pulling them gently...stretching her pale arms and legs to the four corners...bareing her to his gaze...gently covering her mouth with his hand...he cruelly pinches an erect nipple, erect from the chill in the night air...she opens her eyes...and sees only his eyes in the darkness...he is dressed all in black...his hand reaches down to cruelly pinch her clit...reveling in her muffled screams...