Finders Keepers (open for 1 male)

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Finders Keepers

It seemed like Rose had been running for hours before she finally heard the wolves growls and barks lessening and growing further and further away as she ran in the dark wood toward an unknown desination, desperate to get away from their ferocious appetites and sharp canine teeth...She stumbled upon something and fell hard, her ankle felt painfully wounded from the fall, obviously having been caught in a root or something. She lay on the forest floor for a long time, trembling, crying, catching her breath, realizing the throbbing in her ankle was not getting better but worse. Rose couldn't see enough to examine her wound but felt it with her hands and it felt twice the size of her undamaged one. There was swelling, it was likely sprained or perhaps even broken. Swearing under her breath, she slowly rose to stand again, favoring the injury and limping her way...Where was she going? She had no clue where she was? She'd been lost for two days now. Rose found herself at least grateful the wolves had given up chasing her but she still hardly felt safe.

Two days prior she had been in town to run an errand for her papa. Her mother having died when she was a young child, Rose, the oldest of three daughters, was the woman of the house. She had been responsible for the care of her sisters, the cooking and cleaning and organization of their modest home, and running any errands her baker father required of her. Two days ago was their first day in a new home, three towns away from where she'd grown up and used to live. Sharmer was a bigger town than their old villiage of North Goren and she was certain papa was right that it would be a better place for a good bakery to make profit. After setting up their new home to be livable and unpacking their things she'd sent her sisters, Deliah and Lily to go play in the garden behind their house while she went into town to pick up some necessary cleaning and cooking supplies.

Sharmer was not only big, but a confusing place to navigate and it took her a long while to even find her way out of the town center. After a half hour of walking she realized she was not headed anywhere near their home and was walking in the wrong direction. Thats when she should have gone back to the town center and begun her journey again. But, stubborn Rose believed she could navigate herself and tried to walk in the direction she thought would lead her home...only she grew more and more lost as time passed. By nightfall it was obvious she was lost. By the coming of nightfall on the second evening Rose had begun to wonder if she'd ever make it out of these woods alive, let alone find their home. She'd lost her basket when the wolves had surrounded her and she had tried to fight them off with a broom and a baguette of bread. That had only angered them. Even after she'd dropped her basket and begun to run she knew they would follow her until they either caught and killed her or something stopped them. As she looked around the darkened, unfamiliar forest Rose wondered what had diverted the wolves from turning her into a meal. Her answer came soon enough.

She walked on for another twenty minutes or so before she saw a looming shadow in the moonlight, a place where the trees thinned out and made room for something else...Rose looked up to see an old, abandoned looking house, enormous, and hidden well in the thick, tall tree-ed woods. A foreboding-looking spiked fence surrounded the meandering expanse of property but a gate swung on it's hinges, opening just wide enough for her to slip through and shut it behind her, lest a wolf or two had still pursued her... Rose approached the home, hoping to see some lamplight, a sign of another person after two lonely days and nights of frightening waywardness, but it was completely dark inside. She krept ahead anyway, detrmined that this place might be a better refuge for the night than the crook of a tree or the cold, hard ground as the previous two night's had been.

The door was not locked, a heavy, huge thing, that also creaked as she pushed it open and coughed at a stirring of dust as she moved inside. It was pitch black. She had to feel her way along corridors littered with old, broken furniture and dusty, cobweb-covered walls and floors. She found stairs, and slowly hobbled her way up them, hoping to find a comfortable room, perhaps a fireplace she could rekindle...warmth for the night.

Rose stumbled in the darkness, tripping over things and further injuring her ankle several times before opening another heavy door to a room where the moonlight streamed through a window to reveal a long unlived in but very ornate and beautiful old room. The bed, although dusty, looked comfortable and soft. Exhausted, certain she was alone, Rose let herself lie upon the dirty matress and fall into a sleep only those who've ever truly been exhausted could know.


OOC: I need an occupant to this old house. Someone who, for some reason or other, has cut himself off from society and lives alone and lonely in this house which is much to big for himself. He should be a little unsocialized, a little crazy, I want him to be unpredictable and sometimes abusive while at other times tender to this beautiful woman he finds in his house. He believes she was sent to him, an answer to his prayers. He won't let her leave. He's her captor, her keeper.

Note: This should take place in a tim ebefore electricity, telephones, ect.

Rose is eighteen and looks like my sig. pic.

 

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Talbot cupped his heel in the bootjack just inside the door and eased off first his right then his left boot. He threw his sheepskin jacket across the old chair and propped his rifle into the corner of the entranceway. He did not light the lamp nor did he stumble in the darkness; he enjoyed the cloak of night and moved with assurance throughout the cluttered rooms. Baron, the mastiff which accompanied Talbot everywhere, remained close by his master thigh. The pair made their way into the kitchen where Talbot flopped a number of dead partridges and rabbits on the harvest table. The small animals, strung together expertly were the result of the days hunt and would serve to feed the pair for at least a week.

They made their way back into the parlor and Talbot was arranging kindling and a few logs in the fireplace when Baron’s head shot up and he began to sniff the air inquisitively. “What’s got into you? What do you smell?” Baron began a deep growl inside his chest and looked toward the stairwell. Talbot stood up and strode over to the bottom of the stairs. Baron trotted beside him and looked up the stairs making a low “woof” sound which puffed out his cheeks. “Are you being a silly old thing?” Talbot asked but fetched his rifle from the corner. Perhaps a squirrel or some other critter had found its way into the house, thought Talbot. But, Baron would have lit off after an animal. He was behaving very strangely. The hackles on both the hound and the human were raised and ready.

Talbot tiptoed up the stairs and thought he may have heard heavy breathing coming from the master bedroom. Talbot had shunned all human contact since that terrible night in Sharmer and believed that he must be mistaken… imagining things… as bad as Baron. He reached his hand down to restrain Baron, and gently opened the door with his foot. The moon cast silver and black shadows across the length of the room. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the sprawling bed. Quickly, he pulled the door to, and stood back staring into it. Had he just seen a vision, a ghost, an apparition. Baron was sniffing under the door and Talbot swiftly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and led him back down the stairs. He moved precisely to close Baron in the pantry, snatch some bits of rope from the shelves, rush back up the stairs.

Again he stopped and stared at the door. Was she real? Had his prayers been answered? His loneliness had played tricks with his imagination before. Reality had always been allusive, always. And, since that dreadful night he barely trusted his senses, especially when people were involved. He was static except for his hands, which deftly formed slipknots from the bits of rope that he carried.

He again opened the door and stealthily crept up to the sleeping figure. First he tied the ropes to the corner posts of the bed. Next he slipped a tiny noose over each foot. He had no need to tighten them, when she awoke and moved they would catch her like a rabbit. It would give him time enough to secure her properly. Carefully, he did the same with each wrist. When he was satisfied with the setting of the snares. He bent over the sleeping girl and kissed her full and hard on the lips. Holding her head between his two large palms.

 

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Rose's deep sleep was disturbed by the feeling of warm air upon her face, and she opened her eyes wide in the darkness to see a definite form above her, lips pressed firmly to her own, her face pressed in large, calloused hands....She squealed in surprised terror and moved to get away from this person who loomed above her on the bed, but as she moved she felt a painful tug at all of her limbs...a rope was holding her tight to each bedpost, most painfully, the rope that had tightened around her bad ankle, which caused her to cry out in pain as she moved the leg and the ropes grew even tighter there.

 

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"There, there, my vision." Talbot spoke with a whispering softness. He moved to each wrist and secured the knots in a more restrictive manner. The slipknots would work lose when his angel learned to relax. As he focused on each knot he spoke gently to her. "I caught a fawn once. She had beautiful liquid eyes, like you my love. I loved her. God sent her to me. I built a special shed for her in the garden, with a fine wattled roof and plank sides. I told her never, ever, to leave the garden. There are dangers beyond the gate I told my sweet pet. But, when I let her roam within the garden she slipped away. The wolves devoured her. I wept for what my friends had done. I should have secured her until she understood. I promise you... that will never happen to you. You were sent to be mine... to please me... to repair what the others had done. "

By this time in his monologue he had reached her tender ankle. When he tried to tie it down, she moaned in pain. Talbot felt the swollen joint and fastened the binding up higher on her leg just above the knee. "I will get some salves and wrap that my lovely. You are in loving, loving hands." The cool softness of the flesh above her knee enticed and excited him. Talbot traced little soft circles on her sensitive skin. A familiar want arose in his stomach. "Later, later." He said to himself and the girl.

He then left to fetch ointments and bandages for her injury. Minutes later he returned. This time with a lit oil lantern and a basin of water. "How I have longed for you my love and now you have come. A gift from the forest."

 

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"No...no, I'm only lost..." explained Rose in a frightened whisper. "I went into town to get some things...we just moved to Sharmer, a house just outside of the town center...I think I walked the wrong way out of town. I was wandering in the woods for days trying to get back and only growing more lost...and the wolves...and...I saw a house. I just wanted a safe place to sleep for the night..." Her tears broke the surface of her eyes now and spilled out over her alabaster cheeks, "...I just want to go home!"

But, he was not moving to release the binds. His hands lingered shamefully over her bare ankle and foot as he cleaned and bandaged it.

She tried to reason with him once more, "I can't stay here with you." she said in a shaking voice.

He only shhhh-ed her and caressed her leg in a manner that made her distinctly nervous. Her dress was torn in so many places it hid very little of the curve of her calf from this stranger and she was afraid he was growing aroused by the accidental showing.

 

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When she said the name Sharmer, Talbot's eyes flashed a yellowy inhuman color and his upper lip curled with rage. A guttural bass growl formed from deep within his abdomen. In a fit of wild passion and unnatural strength he flipped her onto her stomach. Both the bindings and her arms and legs twisted painfully. He ripped her frock from hem to top in one frenzied movement. The girl's bloomers he clasp by the waistband and tore them like paper from her body. The menacing brutal growl continued to rumble from within his throat.

Talbot began to wail upon the girl's bottom with his open right hand. His left he used to press on her back and render her immobile on the bed. His strength was beyond anything she had ever experienced she felt like a limp puppet in his hands. As her pale and pristine ass reddened his rage mixed with a roaring passion. His cock stiffened and forced the front of his trousers out into an obscene point. He flailed away at her marvelously curved bottom, till he expended his rage. In his temper, he heard nothing she said, not her cries, not her pleading, not her promises. When he did stop she was biting on the pillow and sobbing with wracked heaves.

Now he softened and the growl subsided. He began to stroke her crimson bum with loving tenderness. Soon, tears formed in his own eyes and he bent to kiss her welts. "You... you are never to mention Sharmer... They, they called me a monster... they said I kidnapped her but she loved me... I can't remember... I will kill them all... Me and the wolves... you are not to say you are from Sharmer... The devil made you say that... I, I had to teach you a lesson."

Tenderly, he flipped her over on her back; he stroked her tear stained face. "I love you... The wolves gave you to me...You are not from that place... Never say that... You came to me because you love me..." He lay down beside her and kissed her face and eyes. He looked down at her beautiful and exposed bush. He ran his fingers over it and caressed it as if it were a pet. "After we are married, I will put myself inside you here. He reached into his pants and pulled out his long and throbbing member. He locked his legs around hers and as he stroked her down covered mound, he began to hump her leg. He thrust his rampant cock against her thigh over and again. "I love you. I love you. I love you so. You are mine now and forever. We will marry soon, then I will, (he whispered and blushed)...fuck you." He began to spasm and writhe in the throws of an orgasm. The intensity and volume of his voice rose.." I will fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you, and ahhhhhh."

 

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Rose had no idea how to respond to this man. He was wild and unpredictable, obviously crazed...how could she keep him from harming her further? She was still reeling from the beating her bottom had taken. It throbbed and burned from the smacks his hands had incurred in his fit of rage. No one had ever raised a hand to her in anger before. She had not been expecting it and had no idea how much it would hurt to be spanked to brutally... As she lay now upon the throbbing flesh she felt as if it were swollen a million times it's normal size, it pulsed with it's own heartbeat as the blood rushed to the surface of the skin there and made large, red, hand-print welts, signs that he had punished her.

She wept like a baby. Never could she remember crying so hard, not since her mother's death when she was nearly ten years old...that felt so far away, everything felt far away now as she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening to her. She was lying naked on a strange lunatic's bed and he was humping her leg like a dog would...and telling her she'd be married to him and he'd..."Ohgod,no." she gasped as his words sunk in.

She simply wimpered to herself as she felt liquid heat on her inner thigh, he'd completed his lustful will upon her bare leg and the fruit of his fruitless labor was the mess of his seed spilt upon her flesh and the sheets beneath her body.

He continued to caress her most private place of auburn curls and she blushed, ashamed even to be an unwilling participant in this scene of madness and perversion. She had no words left, Rose simply cried and cried. She was both repulsed and ashamed, terrified and confused...she didn't know how to get away from this madman and escape to the safety of her home which was all she had ever wanted since first getting lost int he woods.

 

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Talbot looked down at the thick ejaculation smeared across her delicious thighs and announced that "I have neglected to tend for you up, my flower. My Rose." Rose was taken aback at hearing her name spoken. He was merely implying that she was his flower and her coloring suggested the rose to him. Still, she was shaken by it. He stood and adjusted her clothing, as if her modesty meant a great deal to him. Then he bent and stroked her hair and planted a delicate kiss on the top of her head. Finally, he departed and she listened to his footsteps as he descended the stairs.

Talbot left her for some time and busied himself in the kitchen. Baron, whined pitifully in the pantry when he heard his master puttering in the next room. Talbot released the animal. The beast followed him about as he stoked and fed the fire in the oven, heated some prepared broth and boiled a basinful of water. Talbot's heart sang at the thought of the treasure upstairs. "She is just what I prayed for Baron. So pretty, so loving. She loves me more than breath itself. Sometimes, silly ideas enter her head Baron. She is a child of Eve after all. Then I am forced to instruct her, to discipline her. If I am strict it is for her own good." Baron looked at the master and cocked his head from one side to the other as he spoke. The dog seemed, for all the world, to understand implicitly.

When Talbot had finished, he had a tray the size of a small table, loaded with: the hot basin, a bowl of stew, a generous hunk of cheese, home made bread, a tankard of goat's milk, a sponge, a towel and one of his freshly laundered shifts. "Have I forgotten anything, Baron? No, I think that is all. She will be delighted." He carried the tray to the stairwell. Then, he stopped dead and placed the tray on the hall table. He hunkered down and took both sides of Baron's face in his hands and stared into the gigantic mastiff's eyes. "Baron, I am entrusting her to your watch. For now she is not to leave her room. If she does so. I will be cross with you. Do you hear me? Remember the doe. I will blame you Baron."

He took up the tray once more and proceeded up the stairs. When he reached the bedroom landing he called out. "I am here, my love, my sweet Rose. Never fear."

Baron accompanied him into the room. The door closed behind them and Baron sat against the door staring intently at Rose. Talbot chatted cheerily. "I have brought you food, clothing and some hot water for bathing. First, let's get you untied my love. He placed the tray down and moved towards her. He gently undid her left wrist and rubbed where the twine had chaffed. Instinctively she pulled her hand away from him, snatching it from his fingers. Immediately, she saw the unnatural flash in his eyes and heard a deep rumble in his chest. Absolutely petrified, she returned her delicate hand into his. Appeased, he smiled lovingly.

As he untied her, he told her that Baron would stay with her and protect her . He would not allow her to leave the room unless Talbot accompanied her. It was all for her own good. There were dangers. Soon, when they were wed, she would have free reign of the house and garden. He stood back and admired her beauty. His cock thickened obviously in his trousers.

" I will tend to everything my love. First I will remove those old torn threads. Then, I will bath you. Then I will dress you, and feed you. No, no, no, no need to mention it. I love tending to you. You are my own true love. Leave everything to me. My treasure. My Rose."

 

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Rose hardly knew what to say. It didn't matter anyway, he heard only what he wanted to hear even in her silences. She could not run from him. Her ankle was too badly injured for that. She could not fight him, he was much stronger than her, and the dog...the dog was loyal to it's master, she could tell. So, she let him lift her and deposit her into the small basin where she sat, knees drawn up to her chest, feeling foolish as he bathed her and talked soothingly to her like she was a toddler. Still, it felt better to have the grime of the past few days washed from her hair and skin, and to have his sticky seed washed away from her thighs, ever so close to an area where it could cause her danger...
He kept calling her his rose and she finally interrupted him. "I never told you my name, sir. How did you find out?"

 

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He stood back and looked down at her in the small tub. He saw her perky and delicate breasts for the first time pressed against her folded legs. She hugged her legs protectively, keeping herself as covered as possible.

"I never told you my name, sir. How did you find out?" Her voice tinkled like a bell and he wanted her to carry on... to ask him anything... to talk of everything and nothing. Looking her in the eyes, he reached for the sponge and the keg of homemade soap.

"What else could your name be, my Rose. I wished you. I prayed for you. A red and elegant flower. You must be my Rose. The wolves brought me all I wished for. Didn't they Baron?" The hound woofed a quick response.

Talbot dipped the sponge into the water and squeezed it over her head. He lathered his hands and worked the suds into her hair. Finally he rinsed the shampoo away with the sponge. He took her leg and straightened it up towards himself, then ran the sponge along its length. His hand worked along her leg to her inner thigh and with the sponge he began to wash her between the legs. Rose felt him spread the cheeks of her bottom and was even cleansing her there. He spent an inordinate amount of time dabbing and probing her under the water. He then took her other leg and went through the same ritual. This time he was moaning with lust as he lingered between her open legs.

After what seemed like ages of this intrusion Talbot stood her up and from behind her he began to soap her enticing breasts. He left the sponge to soak in the water and he used his lathered hands to work, tweak and explore her breasts and nipples form behind her. He was breathing quickly and heavily as he did so. He took Rose's right wrist and standing more to the side he forced her hand inside his trousers. Her hand made contact with his engorged cock. "Pull on it my lovely Rose." He whispered into her drenched hair....

 

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Rose didn't know what to do to prevent such intrusion from the madman. And, she froze when he stood her up, carefully balanced upon her good leg and pressing against him for support, and he fondled her breasts...she bit her lip and grimaced as he tweaked her rosebud nipples, hearing his moaning and breathing in her ear, feeling the hardness in his trousers as he rubbed himself against her while washing her...she was sickened and horrified...But, then it grew even more frightening. He took hold of her hand and pushed it inside his trousers and she grimaced and gasped as she unwillingly found herself with his manhood filling her grasp.

"Pull on it my lovely Rose." he whispered and she shuddered.

"I...I don't want to, please don't make me." she pleaded in her own soft imploring whisper, still standing frozen in place.

 

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"What?" he roared at Rose's meek objections. Baron jumped and tried to make himself smaller pressing himself against the door. Talbot was immediately deep within one of his rages. He effortlessly slung Rose over his shoulder and carried her to a straight backed chair in front of the window. He was soaked by her drenched body. When he sat in the chair, he flopped her over his left thigh and, with his right leg, he hooked her feet into a static position. He pressed on the width of her back so that she was bent double over his lap.

Her lovely bottom rose high and arched into the air. Her splendid little cunt peeked out from the opening between her thighs. Her stretched bum still bore the red marks from the spanking Talbot had administered not two hours ago.

"Don't you ever, ever refuse me. Don't you ever ever ever say no again. Do you hear. Do you hear. You willful little thing. Never. Never. Never." Talbot wailed away on Rose's injured bottom and down the back of her thighs. He even delivered some blows to her sensitive and exposed vagina. Every syllable of every sentence was punctuated by a heavy slap. His rampant dick pressed eagerly into her outer thigh which wiggled and writhed seductively. After a few more tirades in which he rained down blows as he repeated the same speech almost verbatim. He relented.

 

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OOC: Beautifully done, where's my turn to react, though?

 

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OOC: I edited the post. And left the situation sooner, hopefully giving you more room to respond. Hope it works for you.
Priapus

 

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OOC:Thanks.

IC: Rose was wailing and pleading with him to stop. Once more, she was scared to death of his anger and the pain of her previous beating paled in comparison to this one. When he finally stopped she was shivering and hiccupping her apologies, what else could she do? She was helpless against this lunatic's fits? "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry..." she repeated over and over between hiccupping breaths as she tried to control her tears in the deafening silence of the room just a moment ago filled with his yelling and the sounds of his hand slapping her bare skin.

 

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"There, there, My Rose. Whenever you see your faults and and apologize from your heart. I will always forgive you. I love you as much as you love me my pet." He stroked her enflamed bottom as he spoke. "You are so so lovely. It is you that arouses my lust. So naturally, it is you who must relieve it." He spread her cheeks wide apart and both examined and tickled her tight little hole. "The race of Eve has always tempted man and must be subject to them. You understand now don't you my sweet."

He lifted her up in the air and off his lap. He positioned her on her knees between his splayed legs. Talbot slid his fingers through her hair as he looked down at her, massaging her scalp. With his thumbs he wiped the full round tears from under each eye. "Can you see what you do to me?" His cock strained in his trousers. "Now take it out and as I said before, pull on it for me. You may use both hands Rose, my love."

 

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Physically holding back the argument stuck in her throat to save herself from further pain of his rage, she bit her lip as she reached to undo his trousers, releasing his straining, large cock from it's confines. Swallowing her disgust at the idea, Rose tried to put everything she was feeling out of her mind for the time being and focused only on the job at hand, following instructions in order to survive. Her shaking hands reached out and touched the alien body part...she flinched as her fingers made contact with the erect phallus, pulling it gently and looking up at the commanding captor to see if this was what he wanted of her.

 

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Her hands felt cool and delicate on his swollen member. Talbot looked down at the top of her cascading red hair and was aroused deep within his belly. He eyed the way her breasts were compressed by her arms as she reached forward with both hands, and he sighed with passion In her inexperience she merely pulled on his erect cock. It send shock waves of pleasure up and along his spine. Yet her bird-like hands were gentle where he wanted a rough rhythmic stropping of his throbbing prick. He longed for her to both squeeze and pump. He rocked his hips back and forth trying to convey the desired movement, but she just looked up at him inquisitively. Her look and her supplicant position fanned his desire.

He reached down with both of his hands and covered hers. Then he began to use her hands to masturbate with. He clenched them tightly within his fists and stroked up and down feverishly. "Like that, my love. Like that. Just like that.:

 

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Rose gasped as he masterbated himself using her hands. With his larger hands covering her own she could do nothing to get out of the situation but it was appalling to her to be a part of and to watch him writhing in ecstasy as she unwillingly caused it. Soon, she felt this powerful muscle throbbing and twitching and she was afraid of what would happen next, as he'd gone quite stiff all over and his moaning had reached fevered pitches...soon she found out what the result of this labour was. Just as he'd done on her leg earlier, he now spat out his slippery seed all over her hands, arms, neck, hair chest...Rose was holding back tears but was grimacing in horror as he kept on pumping more of the revolting goo out with her hands.

 

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He groaned and thrashed about in the chair as he brought himself to a thundering climax, using her hands like living gloves. He looked at the semen squirt and spill over her hands and mottle her chest. Her look of disgust, he registered as wonder and awe at his potency. He shut his eyes and milked his testes to their last drop.

"Have no fear my darling. As soon as we are wed, you will receive all of my emissions, deep within your waiting womb. I will pump your sweet flower full of my love juices again and again. I have waited so long for you. I have sent for that hag Clothilda, she goes into town unnoticed and will fetch you a wedding dress, some appropriate, victuals, and of course some wine. We will perform the ceremony ourselves. Our friends....." His little monologue was interrupted by a long and plaintive wail from beyond the garden gates.

Talbot froze and an unearthly look crossed his face. The haunting wolf's howl came again. He stood almost knocking Rose flat on her back. He threw open the window and screamed into the night air. "Yes, yes, my heart... I'm coming. Coming" He looked bewildered. He snapped his eyes from Rose to the window and back again. Then he dashed for the door, covering his face. Through his fingers he growled, "There is food, drink and light aplenty on the tray. You must be starving." He stopped before Baron, "If she leaves the room, you will answer for it." Then he raced out of the room. He slammed the heavy door and she heard him bounding down the stairs. Shouting, no wailing, "Coming, Coming."

 

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Rose watched him go with an expression of lost confusion on her face. Soon, the sounds of the wolves so close made her shiver, along with her dampness and nudity. She rose from her knees carefully, still favoring her bad leg, to stumble to the water basin. Rose washed his filth from her skin and dried herself with the towel that had sat untouched for so long on the chair. She put the shift on and was grateful for the scant piece of clothing in preference to the nothing of before.

It wasn't very long before the food was completely devoured. She was indeed quite hungry. She'd eaten nothing from the basket she'd had with her in town but a small crust of bread on her first day in the woods and by the second day she had no basket because of her fight with the wolves. She'd found no fruit bearing bushes or trees. It had been almost two days since she'd eaten a thing. Rose finished everything but a scrap of bread which she carefully approached the dog with.

Putting her hand out to offer the scrap, she hoped he'd take it and let her pass as he ate. He did take the bread but as she moved to go to the door the dog growled and bore his teeth. She backed away, a flashback of the wolves and their sharp teeth entering her thoughts as she hurried to the other side of the room to regard the animal from the other side of the bed.

With the master gone for so long, she had finally succumbed to her aching bottom and ankle and finally crawled onto the bed to lie down. Rose fell asleep wondering what would become of her, crying from homesickness.

 

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It was the following night when Talbot returned exhausted to the house, his dark eyes deep-set and troubled. The parlor was dramatically bathed in the silvery light of the full moon. His clothes torn and ragged hung on him and he stared into the room. He wanted to see his Rose, to feel the touch of another human being. He was ravishingly hungry and parched beyond words, but there was a calling from deep within his viscera. He strode through the light to a grand piano, sitting majestically and isolate in the center of the room.

He began to rock even before he sounded the opening down beats and arpeggios of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The sorrow in the first movement eased his mind and he endeavored to play away his madness. Eyes closed he rocked to and fro speaking Beethoven's scribbled line aloud, "Quasi una fantasia."

He sank deeper into his reverie with the reflective second movement then tears flowed as he played and searched for the escape from his insanity in the third tempestuous movement. He painted his roaring emotions with the dynamics and eloquence of the piece, then rested his head on the piano and fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

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It was with the sound of Beethoven that Rose was aware of the return of her captor. But, he never came upstairs. She and the dog had been alone all day, and she was hungry again but there was nothing left from her food from the previous day. She hummed listlessly with the music and waited, simply waited, knowing the dog was non-negotiable and afraid of the sounds of wolves howling outside the window.

 

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OOC: HELLO?