Jonah and the Revolution (open for one lady to begin with)

[Elektrisk]

ooc: Pm me with a response, the longer the better.

She was stooped over, her mouth clinched as she struggled against the wind the rotorblades were pushing down from above her. Her hair tangling around and behind her but she made the few meters out from the helicopter and into a stairwell leading down trough the building complex quite fast. As she did so she moved out of his view but not out of my mind.

I was reminiscing even tough that first time I had seen her had been but a few weeks ago. Thinking back to that day I had seen her on the roof of the rebuilt castle still gave me jitters all the way down my spine, she was physical perfection and now later she seemed to be perfect in more ways then that. I, who made my living by the end of my gun, should not be letting these emotions in. I pushed them into the appropriate spot, deep in my mind, just allowing the more controllable feeling of lust linger at the surface.

I had always fashioned myself as being somehow in tune with the enviroment and the world. Growing up in the north with an easy life I was happy and curios and optimistic but as the world had turned grim so had I. The changes in the world hadn't been sudden but quite rapid, I was nearing my thirteeth year still alive and only eigth years ago the world and my life had seemed fine, the economy growing, people being lifted out of poverty and only the dim prospect of global warming to combat. During that faithfull year of 2008 the world had already begun to change, the details were not intresting to go over at the moment, Russia had grown strong and vengeful, America had turned in on itself, Europe becoming alarmingly xenophobic among many other things. Storms had become more and more frequent all over the world and both land and water was getting even scarcer even in before bountiful regions. As the world had changed so had I, now a hardened survivor with many memories that he hoped he one day could forget and few worth remembering. Feeling as dark as what I wore, the future had little prospects outside death and distruction. I had been handsome once, reddish blonde hair and deep gray eyes with the chin and features of a nordic man. Now a scar ran over one eye and another much deeper down half my left leg which I now was resting my home-made shotgun on, a nasty and brutish contraption with a steel edge welded to the end as a bayonett.

A soldier of fortune I had been hired by the resistance on the southern coast of France to take out the ruling governor of the 14th federal district, formaly called Monte Carlo. France had, after massive floods of immigrants crossed its borders fallen into a short civil war which ended in it being led by a nationalistic and racist alliance that controlled the country by an old fashioned model of feudalism where the governors of each districs could act as kings in their own area as long as it was kept under peace and control. Taking out the governor of Monte Carlo, the butcher of the blue coast as they called him, was supposed to be the symbolic victory that would spark a revolution, atleast thats what the resistance nutcases said. I just wanted to get paid, that was until I saw the girl, now I wanted to money and the girl.

I had been watching the estate for weeks from cliffs and trees surrounding it, the defences were good but not unbeatable, when I had tired of watching guards all day he had allways retreated to the same tree outside the window of the governors daughter, eat a peice of cheese and bread and watch her evening rituals. She seemed a lonely and trapped girl but with a fire of passion and intensity burning brightly inside her. I had been able to sneak inside the room before when she had left her window open during the day, I had read her diary and found out that she was an innocent girl by action but her mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies, ranging from the almost parent-approved to the edge of extreme. Before leaving the room the last time I had bugged her room, left a walkie talkie on in a desk drawer and even left a note on her large wooden desk in the round tower room she inhabited, it said: "I am watching you, make a wrong move and you will regret it, make the right moves and I belive you might even enjoy it. Now.. dance for me."

I made myself comfortable in the tree waiting for her to pick up the note, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

 

[jennie87]

Celine quickly stepped down from the helicopter. She didn’t enjoy flying, she didn’t enjoy it at all. It was bad enough that sitting in a helicopter that flew a smooth ride from one place to another made her nauseous. But her father had insisted that the pilot make steep turns every now and then, circling, going backwards from time to time, to make sure they weren’t followed. And it was this sort of flight that made it a battle for Celine not to throw up.

She understood her father, of course. The world used to be a much nicer and safer place to live in, or so Celine was told. She herself didn’t remember much of that time. She was only a small child, and she grew up in a dangerous world.

And, as she all too well knew, being a member of an important family in a world as dangerous as this meant that they had to be protected. And Celine’s father, the governor of Monte Carlo, sure was important. He probably thought Celine knew nothing of what he did. He still imagined he could keep Celine content by giving her a nice mansion and all the toys she wanted. But Celine was no longer a child. She knew what her father was called – “The Butcher of the Blue Coast” – and how he had gotten that name. But Celine didn’t care. She loved her father.

Celine made it to the building as fast as she could, glad to have her feet back on the firm ground. First of all she went to the bathroom to re-stabilize herself. Flying certainly isn’t my favourite way of travelling, she thought grimly, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was all messed up and her eyes had leaked water because of the wind, her make-up spread all over her face. Celine sighed, took her hairbrush and brushed her long, dark hair back into its place, then washed her face and put on new make-up.

She didn’t really know why she bothered. It wasn’t like she would get any chance to charm anyone anytime soon, her father had seen to that. It was all for her safety, Celine knew, but at times she still couldn’t help but feel like she was trapped inside her mansion.

She had to admit, she thought while still looking at her reflection, that she didn’t look half bad. Her long, dark hair covered up a part of her beautiful 18-year-old eyes elegantly. She had a figure most girls would kill for, with perky 36C breasts and a perfect hourglass figure. She wore the best clothes, of course – a dark brown skirt down to the middle of her thighs and a white shirt with buttons on front, the top three buttons opened up so that a nice amount of cleavage was visible. Celine left out another sigh. She was pretty, all right, but she was absolutely forbidden to meet any strangers, so what was the point?

Not that Celine was as innocent as her father apparently thought. After weeks of constant begging, her personal maid had agreed to smuggle her some erotic literature and a couple of porn films – and even a small vibrator. Celine had no idea where she had gotten them, but she had indeed studied them for countless times, as well as explored her body all over. And even more, Celine had fantasies she dare not talk to anyone about. These she had written of in her diary. All her servants knew better than to read Celine’s diary. But what she craved most of all was to have a man to explore as well.

Finally in her room, Celine left out a sigh and fell to her bed. It had been a very long trip and she was exhausted, but first of all, she would relieve all the tension that had built during the trip. Celine smiled to herself when she thought of what she would soon enough do. And then it caught her eye. A note on her desk. Figuring her father must have left it for her to see when she arrived, she got back up and took the note.

"I am watching you, make a wrong move and you will regret it, make the right moves and I belive you might even enjoy it. Now.. dance for me."

Celine’s eyes shocked wide open. She intuitively looked out of the window, but saw nobody. I am watching you? What could that mean? And… dance for me?

Celine’s first reaction was to call for the guards, but the note threatened her if she called for help. What could she do? If someone was actually watching Celine, he had definitely by now noticed that Celine had read the note. So there was no escaping this.

Her next reaction was to obey the note, but just starting to dance seemed so stupid an idea to her, she didn’t know how to begin. No, this wasn’t going to work at all. Besides, blindly doing just what this random note told her to do was probably not a good idea, either.

She decided to test if she was actually being watched. She knew she was taking a chance, but she had to try. Intent on telling the nearest guard as soon as she would get out of the room, Celine slowly headed back towards the door, back first, keeping close eye on the window all the time.

 

[Elektrisk]

(Im switching to third person, it suits the story better.)

He had seen her walk into the room, it was really a sight to savour, suntanned young legs leading up to a tight ass that he could imagine under the skirt, the waist and the wonderful bossom covered in the silken and soft shirt, she was atleast a decimeter shorter than him, she was a thing of beauty and innocence reminding him of the old and easy world. He was longing to ruin that false picture of a reality she had and show her the darkness that dwells in a mans heart when all has been perverted and shattered to peices.

That hair, he wanted to grab it and smell the perfume of one untainted by crushed dreams and horrible nightmares. He was intent on showing her his world and it would begin this evening. Watching her on a small hand-held screen connected to a camera in her room he saw that she had spotted the note. She was a smart girl indeed, not shouting out in panic or running off, just slowly backing away. She had guts and she was feisty, this was just getting better. The room outside her tower room contained a small ante-chamber where two guards usually was waiting, the governor was a protective man, those two guards had been dispatched off. Something he was sure her aristocratic mind would probably not have noticed when she walked in even if he had left the bodies lying right outside. The door leading from the ante-chamber to the stairwell up and down the tower was fixed to jam behind her when she got in and not to open easily outwards again, this she had obviously also failed to notice when she went in.

He waited for her to find this out, he would love to see the expression on her face when she did but it would have to wait a little longer before he would get that close to her to really explore her face and body, but in due time he would be doing alot of exploring.

 

[jennie87]

Celine took the few steps back and reached the door. She was not overly worried. The note was scary, indeed, but not it really could be just a bad joke of one of the servants’. In any case, it was best to let her father know about this; he would find out who the joker was and see that he was suitably punished. Still glancing at the window, Celine turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Except that the door didn’t open.

Celine’s eyes shut wide open in surprise. She had never been locked inside her room. It was her father’s policy – she couldn’t lock her door herself, much less anyone outside. It was one of those things made for her protection – if anything went wrong, there had to be easy access in and out of her room. Celine tried again, this time with more force, but the door didn’t open.

Now Celine really was a bit worried. “Anton?” She called for the guards. “Michel? The door won’t open. What’s happening?” There was no reply, and this was more frightening to Celine than anything else. “Anton? Come on!” But there was only silence behind the door.

Celine took another look at the note. What was happening? Who had left the note? And why weren’t her guards in their usual place? Celine was really starting to get scared. Not knowing what to do, she just stood still. What on earth should she do now?

 

[Elektrisk]

He watched her mounting panic at the jammed door, it was far from fool-proof but it had worked. He opened a black bag he had with him taking out a headset and placing it around his head, a small microphone at his mouth. Inside the room a low, gravely but far from unfriendly voice sounded from hidden loudspeakers. "You disobeyed the note, you cannot be trusted and as the note said, you will regret it." He paused to lick his lips his eyes darting from the screen to the window nearest, a large window-door with a small balcony outside, before continuing. "That I cannot do anything about, you called my hand and I will have to follow trough. What you can do is to soften your punishment by following my commands from now on." He did not wait for a reaction from here before going on "There is a metal collar in your top drawer of the desk and some hand-cuffs. I want you to strip, open the windows to the west and attach the collar and the handcuffs, behind you back, and kneel infront of your bed facing the window. If you fail me, the punishment will be severe."

He watched, readying the grappelhook loaded into one of the tubes of the shotgun that would attach itself over her window and get him in over the few meters between his tree and the tower, something he had been doing repeatedly these last days.

 

[jennie87]

"You disobeyed the note, you cannot be trusted and as the note said, you will regret it.”

Celine flinched. Where had that voice come from? She now definitely knew that the note was no joke. Something had happened to her guards, and someone was actually watching her. Options raced through Celine’s mind. Was it a sharpshooter? A kidnapper? Did someone want to capture her for ransom? Or…

“That I cannot do anything about, you called my hand and I will have to follow trough. What you can do is to soften your punishment by following my commands from now on. There is a metal collar in your top drawer of the desk and some hand-cuffs. I want you to strip, open the windows to the west and attach the collar and the handcuffs, behind you back, and kneel infront of your bed facing the window. If you fail me, the punishment will be severe."

If Celine had been worried, now she was really panicking. It was obvious that this was no ordinary assassin or kidnapper. Someone wanted her to strip and cuff herself. Celine wasn’t stupid, and she knew where that would lead.

Celine was no coward either, she was her father’s daughter, after all. She knew that by obeying these commands, she would make herself totally vulnerable – the same thing as surrendering, and she wasn’t going to surrender this easily.

“Oh yeah?” she shouted, not knowing whether the one talking to her could hear her or not. “And what if I don’t obey?” Celine tried to sound braver than she thought, and tried the doorknob one more time. The door didn’t budge.

 

[Elektrisk]

He heard her voice trough the headset screaming defiance at him, before she was finished he had already shot the grapplehook into the tower and taken the leap on to the line. In a few seconds he flew trough the window-doors black boots first, kicking them inside and landing crouching with his hands gingerly touching the floor. He then rose, dusted off his dark jacket and combat trousers. Outlined in the setting sun his face was half cowered in strips of black cloth, showing only eyes and mouth and bits of other features. He was solid, tall and rugged, probably weighing a bit over 80 kilos. His frame was lean and muscular without the showy muscles of someone who spent to much time in the gym. Looking Celine up and down with his shootgun resting with the barrel down towards the floor and his backpack snugly fitting to the jacket with strips of dark leather and metal clasps.

He did not charge on her but stood there watching for a short silent moment before beginning to speak in raspy but fully understandable French. Having answered the question from before with his entrance he posed a question back "Do you enjoy your life, Celine? Do you enjoy the big dinners and the warm cozy pillows on your bed? Have you seen life outside your fathers walls? Have you seen the mothers crying over that they cannot feed their young and have you seen what they do to immigrants if they catch them trying to cross the boarder?" He certainly didn't care but he thought that she might be more suceptible to the struggle of others.

"This guarded and wealthy life of yours is paid by your father in blood and it is going to end" He continued on after repositioning himself, his leg still tormenting him if he stayed too long in one position. "I am the doom of this life here with your family, but I could also be the saviour of you. I deem you innocent enough, you should not be punished for your fathers crimes, but saving you would take some changes in your attitude and way of thinking." He looked away at the setting sun with a faint smile on his lips waiting for her to respond.

 

[jennie87]

Celine screamed in surprised when the man suddenly, as it seemed, flew in from the window. Celine was too shocked to react, too shocked to move or shout for help. For few moments, the two just stared at each other. Then the man talked – Celine could hear he was obviously not French, but his French was well understandable.

Celine didn’t know what to answer to his accusations, to his questions, and she didn’t want to, either. Instead, her sense of self-defence kicked in almost instantly. This was an enemy, someone who was here to kill her, capture her, or – or something even worse. Without thinking, working on pure instinct, Celine grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to her and charged at the man, only to be effortlessly stopped.

“Who are you?” Celine said in a quiet voice. “What do you want?”

 

[Elektrisk]

This girl was a real fighter, he loved it, maybe he had been careless leaving the sicssors in the open but the struggle got his blood pumping and he craved these kicks when his body went into automatic. As she lunged forward with the scissors he just stepped aside fron the onrushing blades and let the girl run into an arm as stubborn and unbending as if it had been cast in bronze rather then flesh.

“Who are you?” Celine said in a quiet voice. “What do you want?”

He chuckled lightly "I am your destiny I could be your angel of mercy ..or of death" He felt her warm breath against the side of his arm and he savoured the feeling. "To answer your second question, all I want is you... for now".
Pulling his arm around her waist he felt just a hint of her silken skin on one of his fingers where he had a hole in his dark bike-type gloves since months back. This was enough for him to loose concentration for a second and for Celine to try and land a clumsy elbow in Jonah's gut. Reacting by instinct he threw her aside into a pillar and she crumpled to the ground, unconcious.

He inspected her but saw nothing except a mere brusing, this was not according to plan, he did not want to steal the Mona Lisa just to put graffiti on it so to speak. He gently put her down on her bed, still dressed, and waited. Leaning against the wall on the other side he was sure she would wake up quite soon and maybe she would come to her senses... deep down he hoped she wouldn't.

 

[jennie87]

Celine woke up to the worst headache of her life. When she slowly opened her eyes, she tried to remember how she got here. She vaguely recalled the events before she had fallen unconscious, but she decided she had only dreamed. Of course she was nervous that someone might actually be intruding her room, she always was. It had only been a dream. Then Celine turned her head and saw the man looking at her, leaning against the wall.

Celine snapped completely awake and sat up, instantly hoping that she didn’t, when her headache got even worse. She tried her head and felt a massive, painful bump in her head. The old panic started to grow in her as she looked around. They were still alone. The man had effortlessly pushed her attacks aside and knocked her out. So why were they still in her room. Celine looked at the main with fear in her eyes, not knowing what to say to him.

 

[Elektrisk]

Jonah saw that the girl was waking up, it hadn't been many minuites but he had time to put the room in order and take away the remaining sharp objects in the room that he had forgotten before. As she was stirring he ripped a peice of her white linnen sheets and soaked it in ice-cold water in the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. When she sat up he slowly walked over to the bed, watching her curiosly. He tied the cold rag around her forehead where the bump was, and he smiled at the thought that she looked a bit like one of those japanese warriors in the movies with this headband on. Water began to drip down her face as he spoke "I think we got of to the wrong start." As he said so he pushed her down and pinned both her hands with one of his. The other hand began to make it's way down her body, over her soft skirt. He had taken his gloves off and his fingers trailed the inside of her thigh up inside her skirt and onwards. Massaging over her panties that area that had been unexplored by any man for all too long.

 

[jennie87]

Before Celine could react, the man had pinned her hands down and started working her hand down her thighs. Starting from her outer thighs, moving his hand along her bare inner thighs, he massaged Celine’s sensitive areas. Then, without warning, his hand found her panties and started massaging her panties-covered pussy.

Celine gasped. No-one but herself had ever touched her there, and this was certainly not the way Celine had imagined her first time to be – by the hands of an unknown intruder. Celine struggled to keep her legs as close together as possible, but it helped little in this situation. And even though Celine didn’t admit to herself, his touch did turn her on. Celine could feel her juices starting to moisten her cunt and her nipples harden.

No, not like this, Celine thought. With her hands effectively pinned down, she tried the only thing she could. Hoping to catch the man off-guard, she raised her legs and tried to kick him as fast as she could.

 

[Elektrisk]

He caught her kick hard in the stomach but didn't let go of her hands, after a few seconds struggeling, he was sitting in a widespread kneeling position over her pinning her legs under his shins. "You are a real spark-plug, it will be a real treat this, enjoy the sensation, I know you haven't had anything like it before, you're old man has kept the best sensation in life away from you, i'm only awakening something that has been slumbering underneath" He spoke slowly into her ear, his warm, quite fresh, breath warming the side of her face.

Once again his hand darted inside her skirts massaging outside her panties at first with two fingers making patterns over her cunt. "You should calm down, i'm not going to fuck you until you beg me to do it... and in the end, you will beg me to do it". His hand went inside her white little panties that were now getting quite moist, he could feel the softness of her skin and the strafeness of her pubic hair, it wasn't much it seemed to his touch. Two of his fingers massaged outside her cunt as he watched her face for some kind of reaction.

 

[jennie87]

Celine tried to fight back, but the man was too strong. He had her completely pinned. Celine couldn’t move any part of her body except her head, and that wouldn’t be of much help to her. Once again his hand found its way up Celine’s skirt.

"You should calm down, i'm not going to fuck you until you beg me to do it... and in the end, you will beg me to do it."

“I won’t beg anything from you,” Celine snapped back, but right then his hand entered her panties and found her bare cunt, and Celine couldn’t help but let out a scream of pleasure. I don’t want this, Celine firmly said to herself, but her body was disagreeing as her cunt was getting wetter and wetter. She had fantasized about being taken by force, even being tied up, but this was no fantasy. This was reality.

Celine found it harder to think straight as his fingers trailed the outline of her pussy. She was getting excited against her own will. One more time Celine tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. She was completely at his mercy.

 

[Elektrisk]

His fingers were hard, calloused and dirty with grime but as they made their way inside Celine's tight pussy they were tools of precision. His index finger entered first, slowly rubbing up against her walls. His other fingers still stroking outside, feeling her wetness against her. "Don't think for one second that I do not know every one of your secrets, I know what you want. Your mind is as open to me as your cunt is, and as willing too." He continued fingering her for a long while his one finger being enough for the unexperienced pussy. Picking up speed his finger glided further in and around in a corkscrew motion, massaging her quite roughly. A few minuites on and his middlefinger pushed in too, pressing against her walls and with a moist sound making its way deeper in.