Lizzie's Stories (Closed, but PM)

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1. CEO

It was the first day of Lizzie's internship at Choate Hall and Steward. Lizzy was a second-year graduate student at Boston College Law school. She took a fortifying breath before walking into the office, preparing for what she might find there. When she entered, it took her a moment to take in all of her surroundings. The room gave off an air of old english elegance, with dark wood for the walls and doors, and high ceilings to complete the look. The finery was a bit imtimidating, but she fought her nerves. lizzy walked to the receptionist, explaining that it was her first day and that she was looking for her boss. The woman pointed towards her to her office. The nameplate on the door read Myavi Onasaki. Lizzy sat outside in the waiting area. She looked out of the windows at the Charles River, far below the offices on the top floor of the high building. She heard the door open and sat down again.

"Hello, my name is Myavi Nakoudo. You must be Lizzie Bloom. Your uncle gave us good references, and we need you to work as soon as possible. You will be researching a case for a smaller client of ours. He's new and started up a PR firm several months ago. He's looking at us to handle the more routine legal issues, so this would be good practice for you. His name is William Darcy."

Lizzy flushed. She knew a William from her hometown of Wellesley Mass. Lizzy and William had grown up as neighbors and close friends, despite their four-year age difference. William had protected her from bullies and kept her sane when her mother ignored her. In return, Lizzie loved William for who he was, regardless of his bad boy attitude and ways, never viewing him as less than a hero. Young Lizzy had been crushed when William left her behind when he went to college, and has been harboring strong feelings for him since.

"Lizzy? Are you all right?" asked Myavi. "Perhaps you should sit down. I'll show you to where you'll be working. I've left you some briefings to read about Mr. Darcy's business. Let me go get a glass of water for you." Lizzy sat down. Lizzy's office was small, but more than she really needed. A brand new computer on an oak desk, the window overlooking the Charles River.


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2. Sauna

Cedric entered the sauna. He could feel the hot steam seeping into the room, clouding the glass door. He rested on the sitting area, tiled in green, and began to breathe in the wet vapors. He had been using the swimming pool, his t-shirt and swimming trunks still damp from the pool. He peeled off his t-shirt from his broad chest, as it made a slap against the tiles. He had invited Lizzy to use the apartment gym that evening. He smiled as he remembered seeing her nice body in her gym clothes on the treadmill. He was waiting for her to arrive...


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2. lizzy pulled herself out of the swimming pool after she completed her workout. she hadnt been swimming in so long and was just now reminded how much she loved the feeling of cool water gliding over her skin as she moved. she felt a little silly working out in her white bikini, but she couldnt find her usual black one-piece, and also couldnt deny her enjoyment of the appreciative glances she was receiving.

tired from her workout, she decided to use the sauna to relax a bit before going home. deciding to just go in her suit, she makes her way over to it and enters. she smiles when she sees cedric and goes to sit next to him.

"hey" she says softly, letting her eyes travel the length of his body and licking her lips

 

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2. Sauna

"Hello", Cedric replies. "Was your swim good as well? Mmm... I see you're wearing your bikini. Did the others like it? I certainly do. Here. Let me towel you off a bit. It's more comfortable if you let the steam accumulate on your body, rather than the chlorine from the pool."

Picking up a damp warm towel, Cedric lays Lizzy back on his chest. He takes the towel and lightly caresses her forehead with it. As Lizzy closes her eyes, he dabs it on her cheeks, her jawline. Hearing her sigh, he leans a little forward, slowly kissing her cheeks, then her lips. Meanwhile, his towel travels down her chest, to the top of her breasts, hardening...


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2. lizzy moans against cedric's lips, but keeps their kiss light, adding contrast to his obviously erotic touches.

she has to fight from letting her own hands come into play, not wanting to compound her pleasure with any other sensation quite yet.

she nods silently at his questions, too overwhelmed to answer him thouroughly. her only voluantary reaction, there were plenty or involuantary ones going on, was to step in closer to him, giving him better access to her body

 

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2. Sauna

Cedric hears Lizzy's low moan, arousing him, hardening him under his tight-fitting swimwear. Her returns light kisses, then picks up one of her hands, collecting moisture from the sauna. He begins kissing the droplets from her fingers, drip, by drip, by drip. His other hand, meanwhile, caresses her breast, massaging it through the white towel. The steam rises, just barely making the room even warmer.


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"Lizzy? Are you all right?" asked Myavi. "Perhaps you should sit down. I'll show you to where you'll be working. I've left you some briefings to read about Mr. Darcy's business. Let me go get a glass of water for you." Lizzy sat down. Lizzy's office was small, but more than she really needed. A brand new computer on an oak desk, the window overlooking the Charles River.

1. CEO

lizzy took a deep breath, she could handle this. William was her childhood friend, there is no reason why seeing him again should be awkward. she fiddled with her hands, playing with the hem of her skirt, as she looked out the window. god, her first day on the job and she was already having a nervous breakdown...

lizzy quickly grew impatient with just waiting, so she reached for the folder containing all the important information for William's firm. she flicked through the pages, scanning quickly and couldnt help but be impressed. though still relativly new, Darcy Inc. boasted more profit and success than most established PR firms. lizzy knew this to be a result of Williams dogged determination and refusal to fail. It was this determination that had gotton him into Harvard Buisness School and made is firm the most prominant up and comming new buisness in Manhattan.

so absorbed in what she was reading, lizzy did not hear to door opening behind her...


2. Sauna

lizzy part's cedric's lips with her finger, dipping inside for a moment before coming back to curl arond his neck and bring his lips down to meet hers. this kiss is not patient or gentle, but raw and consuming. her tounge duels with his as he suddenly pulls tightly on her nipple, dragging a cry from her lips.

 

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2. Sauna

1. CEO

William had forgotten a document he had to leave with Miyavi. Absentmindedly, she had told him to put it into the small office, but forgot to mention it was Lizzy's first day. Opening the door, he was struck to see his childhood sweetheart. Seeing her made him recall the feelings he had for a woman, forgotten through weeks of long hard work. With success and tailored suits came interviews then nights out with thin enhanced women, the result of his contacts with spokesmodel companies.

But all that disappeared when he saw Lizzy's eyes, the beautiful brown locks of hair on her shoulders, her soft lips. He was suddenly transported back to their hometown, where he protected her from bullies, and shared their first kiss. He stammered, "Lizzy..."

"William," said a cold voice behind him. It was less a word used for attention than a command. "Are you sure your client's recommendation to use this place was a good idea? Who's this? Aren't you a bit young to be working here? You're not a paralegal or something, are you? My name is Simone. I own a quarter-stake in this company."

William returned back to the offices, and his forehead knotted. He opened his mouth, but was cut off by Simone. The raven-haired woman in the long black dress began. "No, William. Let her speak for herself. If she is to work for us, if she is to work in this profession, she cannot let others protect her anymore."


2. Sauna

Cedric begins to suck Lizzy's finger, but only briefly, as she pulls her hand away. She puts her hand to the back of his head, kissing him, passionately, lustfully. He returns the kiss, barely allowing her to breath. But as he pinches and twists her nipple underneath her top, she lets out a cry. Encouraged, Cedric now lies down back on the sauna sitting area, a crumpled towel falling the the floor. He pulls Lizzy lying on top of him, his cock bulging out of his tight swimming trunks and thrusts into the ass of Lizzy's bikini bottom. His cock rubs against the fabric of his trunks, becoming harder. He cups Lizzy's breasts and plays with her nipples, as his hands loosens her bikini top, joining the towel on the floor...


3. Physical Therapy

Lizzy and Myavi had been volunteers in physical therapy for the last few months. The motive wasn't exactly altruistic. Myavi's friend, Cedric, had gotten into a car accident and injured his back. He was now ready for outpatient therapy, and this was his last week. Lizzy was quite attracted to him, and had thought up a delightful way to celebrate his leaving. It was the night shift, and Lizzy knew Cedric was alone in his shared ward. She appeared on her shift in a long trenchcoat and looked odd behind the ward desk wearing it. She unbuttoned her coat a bit and let Myavi take a peek.

"Oh my god! Where did you get that nurse's uniform?" gasped Myavi.

"I borrowed it from a nurse friend of mine. I couldn't get a candy striper's," she giggled.

"Okay, I'll cover for you. If the nurse comes over, I'll buzz the room."

Lizzy picked up a sponge and water tray, then entered the room. It was dark, but lights from outside gave her a view of Cedric. As part of his physical therapy, she and Myavi had helped and encouraged him with yoga and strengthening his muscles. She looked at him, asleep, as his chest rose up and down. Lizzy fully intended to take benefit from all the hard work he put into himself.

Lizzy watched Cedric for a moment before approaching his bed. She gently placed her hand on his chest and quietly asked him to wake up. "Lizzy..." said Cedric, smiling in his sleep. Lizzy frowned a bit in confusion when she heard him say her name, then slid her hand up to cup his cheek to try to wake him. Cedric's head turned, his lips touching her hands. Lizzy sighed softly. She did no pull away. His lips slowly pursed her fingertips, as he sighed a low moan in his sleep. She let her fingers stroke his cheek, as his plips caressed her palm.

Cedric slowly woke up. Lizzy pulled her hand away, heat rising to her cheeks. Was she caught? Cedric smiled. "Good morning," he drowsily said. "I was dreaming of you." Lizzy looked back at him amused, though a bit shy.

"Ohh... a good dream?"

"Ummm.. yes," said Cedric, blushing a little.

"Was I wearing something like this?" she smiled looking at him.

"Definitely."

"Did you like me wearing it?"

"Of course."

"Was I beautiful in it?"

"Could you not be?"

"Did it show off my body well?"

"What could not?"

"Did it lift up my chest?"

"Of course."

"And did it show off my hips?"

"Yes."

"And was I wearing it for long?"

"No."

"And were you wearing your gown?"

"No."

Lizzy silently turned around, her hand at the zipper of her uniform. She slowly pulled it down, revealing the back of her white bra. She took off the rest of the uniform, leaving her with the hat. She was wearing a bra, lace panties, a garter belt, and stocking.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath the covers, Lizzy." Lizzy leaned over Cedric as she inched the covers down. Her eyes stayed locked on his, her breasts nearly touched his chest. She continued to expose his body...


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1. CEO

lizzy's eyes widened a fraction when william entered the room, looking as handsome and in command as ever. she watched him for a moment before his gaze fell to her, forcing a smile to her face when it did.

"lizzy...

will... she almost answered back, but was cut short by the raven haired woman who stormed into the room. lizzy was immediatly put on edge by this worman's cold and disdainful air, and narrowed her eyes, flicking her gaze between the woman and will. surely there couldnt be something between them...?

"William," said a cold voice behind him. It was less a word used for attention than a command. "Are you sure your client's recommendation to use this place was a good idea? Who's this? Aren't you a bit young to be working here? You're not a paralegal or something, are you? My name is Simone. I own a quarter-stake in this company."

William returned back to the offices, and his forehead knotted. He opened his mouth, but was cut off by Simone. The raven-haired woman in the long black dress began. "No, William. Let her speak for herself. If she is to work for us, if she is to work in this profession, she cannot let others protect her anymore."

feeling indignation rise in her chest, lizzy cuts in, "i have no need for others to speak for me, i am perfectly capable of doing it myself miss... simone". being perfectly polite, lizzy uses nothing but her gaze and tone to imply her displeasure and disapproval of the woman. "my name is elizabeth bennet, and im interning for the summer. i have a stronger background and knowledge of the specific services that you will be needing than most of the firm's employees, so they thought it was best to assign me to this case." with an almost challenging lift of her eyebrows she adds for good measure, "i can provide my high school, college and law school transcripts, if that would be of use to you"

2. Sauna

lizzy grins as cedric pulls her down on top of him as they lay back on the sauna's bench. she wriggles a bit on top of him, letting him feel every inch of her warm and wet center. she feels the bulge in his shorts and slowly grinds herslef over it, revaling in his groan of pleasure.

she leans over him, a hand resting on either side of his head and her breasts coming to sit just above his lips.

3. Physical Therepy

lizzy continues to lower the cover, murmering "i want to see you, cedric" as she lets her eyes travel the length of his body, "and i want to touch you" she adds after a moment. she raises her eyes to his. "do you want to touch me?" she nearly whispers

 

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1. CEO

William dispels the tension. "Simone, Lizzy, please. Work has been stressful, and I don't want us to start on the wrong foot. I'm sure Simone has the best intentions for the company, and Lizzy is perfectly capable of doing the work we need her to do."

"Here, Simone," said William, throwing her the keys. "Take the evening off. We've been working long hours for the last few days. Simone caught the keys in mid-air. She left the room with a suspicious glance.

Lizzy couldnt resist sending Simone a smug look as Simone left the room, chastizing herself even as she did. Lizzy was not in competition with this woman for william's attention. Looking down, she turns back to him. "I'm sorry if i caused problems between you and your girlfriend"

"Oh -- we went out for awhile, but she makes a better business manager than a girlfriend. I hope you'll put up with her. Now. It seems I'm without a car for the evening. Do you know a good place that delivers?"

Lizzy cant help but feel a small sense of victory at William's denial of a relationship with simone -- and a small smirk at the business manager crack. But she hoped Will didnt see it. "Unfortunatly, there isnt a lot around here, but i have my car with me if you need it."

"Hmm. Know of a good place? I don't think Simone's the only person who should have a night off."

Smiling, Lizzy suggested, "I know a casual restaurant. It's called Charley's. I can drive."


2. Sauna

Cedric begins to suck Lizzy's beautiful, firm, tits. He squeezes them in his hands, as his tongue flicks over her firm nubs and he bites them, teases them. Meanwhile, his cock pumps, thrusts, through his shorts, bumping, grinding into her bikini, wet and steamy from the sauna and her own heat. Pulling the strings of her bikini, Cedric loosens the fabric, then throws it to the floor. He pulls down his shorts, releasing his cock that oh so wants to enter Lizzy...


3. Physical Therepy

"Mmmmmm... " Cedric replies. "I want to touch you. I want your lips kissing my mouth, my chest, my penis.... I want your hands feeling my entire body, your fingers... your fingertips... your nails."

"But first," he smiles, "isn't it time for my sponge bath?"



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2. Saunalizzy moans and arches under cedric as he plays with her sensitive nipples. she gives an invoulantary jerk as he nipples at them, the slight pain magnifying her pleasure. that, combined with the feel of him so close to her, seperated only by her bikini bottoms was nearly enough to drive her crazy.

she smiles when he drops both her bikinni bottoms and his shorts to the floor, her eyes immediatly drawn to his hard manhood. she reaches for him, letting her fingers brush across his length.


3. Physical Therepy lizzy's face breaks out into a large grin at the mention of a sponge bath and replies "oh course, how silly of me, wait here"

she pulls away from him, straightening and sauntering out of the room. she returns a few minuites later holding a bucket of hot, soapy water and a large sponge. she grins down at cedric as she approaches his bed.

 

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2. Sauna

Cedric gasps as he feels Lizzy's hands, beginning to stroke his cock. His breath hastens, as he sucks the steamy air of the sauna into his lungs. His back arches against the hard moist tile, and his hips move in tandem to the rubbing of his cock.

"Oh, god, Lizzy..." he says. "Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me...."



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2. sauna.

lizzy continues to stroke him, increasing her pace as she sees his obvious pleasure.

"Oh, god, Lizzy..." he says. "Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me...."


lizzy leans over cedric, still stroking his cock, and whispers in his ear "not yet, cedric"

 

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2. Sauna

Cedric grins at Lizzy, as his lover takes his cock. He begins fucking her hand, thrusting his hips. Precome oozes out of his cock, a sweet liquid mixing with the wet condensation on her hand.

"Well, two can play at that game," he grins, lowering himself to take one of her breasts in his mouth. He begins to suck, lick, then nibble her tit, squeezing it while playing with her nipple in his mouth. Meanwhile, his hand presses against her wet belly, finding her slit, wet with juices. He begins rubbing her clit as he continues to suck...


3. Physical Therapy

"Why nurse," Cedric breathes. "You seem to have lost your outfit. Do you think you might get it a little wet?" He reaches down to stroke her panties. "Mmm... I think you're a little wet too. Well, take that sponge and soap my body so we can be wet together."


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2. Sauna

lizzy watches hungrily was cedric begins thrusting his hips into her hand. shes sorely tempted to just take him inside her now, but her desire to play with him, tease him, a bit before she does outweighs the temptation.

the sound of her suprised gasp fills the air as his hot mouth covers her nipple. oh, but she hadnt planned on that. it would be so much harder to tease him while he was doing the same to her.

her lips form a silent "O" as his teeth gently sink into the tender skin of her breast. her body bows beneath his as his fingers brush across her wet folds, hovering there a moment before moving to rub her clit.

her eyebrows come together as she tries to resist his teasing, almost taunting, touches; she quickens her strokes with renewed, if not somewhat weaker, determination.


3. Physical Therepy

"Mmm... I think you're a little wet too. Well, take that sponge and soap my body so we can be wet together."

lizzy's response to cedric's touch is immediate. her nipples tighten as wetness seeps through her thin, silk panties.

with a breathy voice, she responds, "mmm, yes, there was a little...incident with the water. it seems to have made my panties all wet."

 

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1. CEO

William dispels the tension. "Simone, Lizzy, please. Work has been stressful, and I don't want us to start on the wrong foot. I'm sure Simone has the best intentions for the company, and Lizzy is perfectly capable of doing the work we need her to do."

With a somewhat more dismissive tone, William continues, "Here, Simone," and tosses her his car keys. "Take the evening off. We've been working long hours for the last few days." Simone caught the keys in mid-air and left the room with pursed lips and a suspicious glance.

lizzy couldnt resist sending simone a smug look as she left the room, chastizing herself even as she did. she was not in competition with this woman for william's attention. looking down, she turns back to him and says demurely. "im sorry if i caused problems between you and your girlfriend"

"Oh -- we went out for awhile, but she makes a better business manager than a girlfriend. I hope you'll put up with her. Now. It seems I'm without a car for the evening. Do you know a good place that delivers?"

lizzy cant help but feel a small sense of victory at william's denial of a relationship with simone. and a small smirk at the business manager crack, but she hoped he didnt see it.

"unfortunatly, there isnt a lot around here, but i have my car with me if you need it"

"Hmm. Know of a good place? I don't think Simone's the only person who should have a night off."

Smiling, Lizzy suggested, "Theres a restraunt across town called charleys, youll love it."

lizzy and william made casual conversation as they made their way down to the employee garage, and over ot lizzys car.

Lizzy opened the door to her car and heard William's suprised question, "A BMW?"

lizzy grinned happily up at him, she still hadnt gotten over the thrill of her new car yet. "yeah, i just got it. i figured i deserved some kind of reward for my hard work. why not an outrageously expensive car?" with a shrug of her shoulders and playfull roll of her eyes, she climbed into the drivers seat.

after a few moments they dropped into a somewhat akward silence. she flicked her gaze to his profile as he looked out of the window, but looked away quickly, chastizing herself. you know he doesnt want you, he made that perfectly clear the last time you spoke with a slight wince at the memory, lizzy bites her lip and continues their ride in silence.


the party was in full swing, but there was still no
sign of Will. she knew that he would never miss his
brother's wedding, even if he hadnt been home since he
left for college 8 years earlier.

claiming a headache, lizzy was able to sneak away from
the party, glad to have a few minuites to herself.
without thinking, she found herself at will's bedroom
door, and after a moment's hesitation reasoned that he
wouldnt mind lending her his room for a few minuites.
hell, she had spent as much time in here as she had in
her own bedroom.

she entered the room, but stopped in her tracks as she
saw will coming from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and
completly naked. she must have made a noise because he
turned around, catching her stare. he stood before
her, naked and amazing, his sex thinck and large,
hanging in a soft fullness between his theighs that
made her mouth go dry.

"oh" she had whispered.

he watched her and when she boldly looked down at his
sex, he grew hard. he muttered a curse and started to
turn away.

good sense stolen by the sight of him, she took the
steps that seperated them and placed her hand on his
back. she saw the way his body tensed, the flexing
muscles of his arms and back.

"kiss me" she whispered.

she had never wanted anything so badly. just when she
thought he'd tell her to get out, he turned.

"lizzy, " he said with a mix of jaw-ticking restraint
and incredible kindness. "you're innocent-"

"i dont want to be" she replied.

he almost reached out like he had so many times
before, as a friend, as the boy who kept her safe. but
then his expression changed and he dropped his hand.
"you might not want to be, but i want that for you.
some guy is going to come along and sweep you off you
feet. you deserve that".

"i want you Will, you know that"

"you deserve better"

with that, she stepped closer to him and whispered, "i
deserve you"

he groaned one last time before his control slipped
and he pulled her against him. their bodies came
together as his lips came down over hers, teasing and
tasting with an expertice that should have given her
pause. she ran her hands up his torso, then down along
his spine as he kissed her, feeling a groan shudder
through his body.

he clutched her to him and buried his face in her
hair, choking out "god, lizzy".

she could feel his tight control slip a notch, the way
his body nearly trembled when he kisses her again,
this time savagely, as if he couldnt get enough of
her. his hands came to line her face as he turned his
kisses to brush across her cheeks, eyes, down to the
shell of her ear. she felt his palm slip under her
shirt, drifting higher until he grazed her breast. she
wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as he
coaxed her, making her want more.

"lizzy" he breathed. then he muttered a curse and
tugged her shirt up over her head. she gasped as he
closed his mouth over her breast. her head swam as his
hands slid low on her hips, pulling her against his
need.

"god youre beautiful, " he whispered reverantly,
"beautiful and pure".

then all of a sudden he froze. after a second, he tore
himself away, setting her aside with a feral groan.

his breathing was deep and labored, and his eyes
narrowed as he grabbed her shirt and pulled it over
her head, then tugged her arms through the holes as if
she were a child. "youve got to leave" he said.
nothing more.

"but-"

"damn it, lizzy, get the hell out of here".

pressing her lips together to fight tears, she left
his room quickly, trying to avoid all the guests as
she made her way to her own house where she could be
alone.

two hours later she had she had been crushed when he
arrived at the wedding with a supermodel for a date.
she was hurt when he didnt even aknowledge her, then
devestated when he left immediatly after the ceromony.



now, all these years later, the memory surfaced, causing lizzy to bite her lip and avoid will's eyes when he tried to catch her gaze.

 

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4. Daddy's Little Girl

Lizzy woke with a start at the knock on her window. she had fallen into a deep sleep during the rise home from the airport. it was summer vacation and lizzy couldnt be happier to be home from boarding school. the last few days had been crazy, with finals and packing and saying goodbye to friends, and she was left exhausted. her packing was so last minuite that this morning she was suprised to be left with nothing to wear but her school uniform from two years previous, which was far more snug now than it had been then. her outfit had garnered her some strange looks on the plane and in the airport, but she didnt care what others thought of her. she might have taken more of an interst if she had known that most of the attention had come from men, who had little difficulty seeing through her white shirt and imagining what lay beneath her short, pleated skirt.

"miss lizzy, we've arrived"

lizzy smiled at the dirver, who was now holding her luggage, and waiting for her to lead him to the house. she climbed out of the car, and smiled as she looked up at her childhood home. she had missed a lot during her years at boarding school, but most important was her father. her mother had died when lizzy was only a child, and she had been close to her father ever since. she missed him terribly whenever she was away at school.

despite her exhaustion, lizzy hurried up the drive and smiled wide when she saw her father standing in the doorway.

"daddy!"

lizzy threw her arms around his neck when she reached him, laughing at how tightly he hugged her, then giggling when he lifted her into his arms.

"awee, lizzy, youre even more beautiful now than you were when you left"

her smile glowed up at him as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and pulled herself back into his arms.

"i missed you daddy".

"i missed you too angel, how was your flight?"

"ehh, long. im exhausted" she replied through a yawn.

"head upstairs then and grab a nap. your room is all ready for you. we can catch up later."

lizzy looked longingly up the stairs, she really was exhausted, but she didnt want to leave her father just after getting home.

with a gentle nudge, he pushed her toward the stairs, telling her that he had some work to get done anyway so that they could spend the night together.

with a smile, she went up on her toes to press a light kiss into his cheek and give him a quick hug.

"ok, love you daddy"

"i love you too angel"

"ill see you in a bit"

with that she quickly climbed the stairs and made her way to her room. she smiled when she saw that it was exactly as she had left it.

she didnt feel like rummaging through her luggage for her pajamas, so she decided to just keep her uniform on. her bra was rather uncomfortable, so she took that off and then redid a few buttons on her white shirt. she then climbed into the bed, her long hair fanning over the many pillows.

she feel asleep with a light smile on her lips; she was so happy to be home.

 

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1. CEO

James had second thoughts about asking Lizzy for dinner. He remembered her, her curling brown hair, the simple dress she wore, her captivating smell. And he looked at her again, more mature, even more beautiful. Her hair had grown slightly darker, but the curls were still there.

Oh god, he realized. He remembered how they parted. Or so he thought -- he had taken some pills for his headache, and lost control of himself. He remembered kissing her lips, touching her breast, did he do more? He forced the thought out of his mind. That day, he had a client whom he met through his brother, and he was her escort. He convinced himself that this was for the better, especially since this client became his partner.

Simone, meanwhile, sat in the bathtub, bubbles covering her body. The warmth of the water soothed her. The wine she swirled in her glass certainly helped. I remember her, Simone thought. I remember her doe-like eyes mooning over James. She is but a few years younger, but such a child. If she takes him, we cite a personal relationship, no longer use her services. If they do not get along, we again no longer use her services. If they do get along... hmmm." She spied the hotel key James had given her and cellphone resting on the small table next to her. She remembered that she had her own key in her purse. She picked up the cellphone, and turned it off. She dialed the front desk to only take messages.

James blushed a bit, and noticed Lizzy had bitten her lip. He turned away. Minutes later, as Simone was enjoying a most wonderful sleep, the car stopped.

"We're here at the restaurant," Lizzy said.



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4. Daddy's Little Girl

James was so happy to have his daughter back. He had missed her so. Every year she saw her, she grew a little more, until she was the splitting image of her mother. Her mother. James had longed for her touch, and the nights were lonely. He shook the idea out of his mind, as he prepared her late lunch. When he was done, he went upstairs to check on Lizzy.

As he approached her room, he heard her. "Ohhhh.... mmmm... Yes... please... oh..." He grew embarrassed. Of course his daughter would have these sort of dreams. He smiled at her womanhood. "Ahhhh.... unnnnhhh... fuuuuck me ohhhhhhh...." His smiled disappeared. This was a bit much. Time to wake her up. "Ah yes ah yes.... uhhh... ohhhhh..." The door was open... inviting. "MMMmm.. MMMmmmnnnhhh... urrrrmmm..." He looked through the door to see her, grinding her hips against her pillow. She was asleep, thrashing in bed. Her shirt was partially unbuttoned, her breasts pushing against them, nipples visible. Her skirt covered her hips. Her legs pressed against the pillow, as if she tried to devour it with from below.

James was suitably aroused. With his wife, it was simple. Touch her face, kiss her lips, see her wake up with a smile. She would coo to him the name she called him, the name his daughter breathed in her sleep.

"Daddy..."


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5. The Submission They Will Learn

ooc: want to take over the role of marcus? he hasnt replied in forever and im too impatient for my own good -g-
now im going to be cool and repost the whole thing. enjoy!


Princess Elizabeth
20
5'7
125lbs
fair skin
waist length curly brown hair
dark blue eyes
virgin

IC: willful, stubborn and defiant, princess elizabeth had fought back against her old masters. she refused to let them take her virginity, and endured multiple punishments for her defiance. finnaly, recognizing that she would not be taken, they had sent her to the market to be sold.

she stood tall among the other slaves, her jaw set and her eyes fixed foward. she cared not what happened to her, but her will would not be broken. she could feel the appraising eyes of the village people upon her, and struggled not to react to their scrutiny. let one of them buy her, she thought, she would proudly give them hell for their choice.

Marcus
6'4"
220lbs
black hair
blue eyes

I'm a very skilled and feared warrior, I have never been one to follow proper protocol. I fight for what I believe in and nothing less. My men love me and my enemies fear me. I am not known for being a patient or sympathetic man, in fact I have been called cruel and heartless many times. I live in a castle on my family's homestead out in the country.

I was coming into the village today, to pick up supplies, when I notice a large crowd gathered in the middle of the village. People were laughing, yelling out .. some saying what a disgrace and begging God to stop this spectacle, others had lewd comments. I left my man with the wagon, slid off my horse and started towards the front of the crowd. Did my eyes deceive me? There standing on a small platform were beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, stripped naked, red marks on their bodies from the whip of the slavetrader.

I had heard of this, the auctioning of the "princesses", but I had never believed that it actually happened. I thought to myself, what a surprise it would be for my men to bring them back a couple of these so called princesses. Laughing at the thought, I decided that I would bid on at least one of them. Now to decide which ones to actually bid on ....

The raven haired beauty ... standing on a seperate platform that turned to show off the goods bent at the waist, having her sex prodded with a leather rod ... looked as if she was wanting the rod to fuck her. As the slavemaster rubbed her thighs then up to her sex, her back arched and the men in the crowd roared with laughter and cheers.

The fair skinned girl with her curly brown hair ... ahh, long curly hair will give you something to hold on to, to lead her around with. Stood tall, no tears, her eyes seemed to be looking thru the crowd and seeing nothing. One could tell she would be stubborn and willful .. perhaps too much of a problem if all I wanted was a whore for my men. Personally tho, I do like a challenge.

Then as some of the others were cleared away, I saw a short red haired beauty ... her ass red from the sting of the whip, tears sliding down her face, trying to look defiant but succeeding miserably. My best friend and trusted 2nd in command, had always favored this type of woman.

Elizabeth tried desperatly to tune out her surroundings, but she could not ignore the torture princess anaka was being subjected to, or the misery written all over her tear-stained face. Though dreading the treatment herself, she would gladly undergo it in place of her dear friend.

As soon as the thought entered her head, Princess Anaka was brought down from the platform, and Elizabeth was pushed up into her place. The auctioneer grabbed her as he did Anaka, roughly forcing her body into appealing poses. His hands moved to her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing them to tighten, for even her will could not prevent the reaction.

"you like that, do you slut?" she heard whispered in her ear, and closed her eyes breifly in humiliation before quickly opening them again, resuming her stare, this time with a significant amount of fire burning in her blue eyes. the auctioneer went on with his presentation, listing her attributes, calling her a "passionate woman". elizabeth tried not to sneer.

As I watched the slaves being auctioned off, I could not take my eyes off the curly haired beauty. She had a cold defiant look on her face, a look that said she would not be an obedient or willing slut. Not being one to pass up a challenge, when she was brought up on the auction block, I joined in the bidding. In the end, I finally outbid the others and went to the side of the platform to await my newly acquired goods.

They brought me my curly haired beauty, the man in charge said her name was Princess Elizabeth. I took her by the arm, turning her so I could see what my gold had just purchased. She was glaring at me, daring me with her eyes to try to tame her. Oh yes, this was going to be fun ... the taming of "Princess" Elizabeth. I wondered how many other men had fucked this little beauty with the defiant eyes. I reached up and ran the back of my hand over one of her nipples, watched it react and smiled.

I had not forgotten my men, I was going to purchase a couple of whores for them. The last few on the auction block, were not nearly as pretty as those in the beginning and could be purchased at a considerably less sum than the others. I bought 2 for what I had paid for Elizabeth ... one a blonde haired, green eyed girl who looked as if she was actually enjoying having the auctioneer prod her with his leather rod ... the other, a woman with black hair and exotic eyes who got on the platform and with no prodding from the auctioneer exposed her most secret parts to the crowd. These two seemed to be a fitting pair to be able to take on my men.

Elizabeth tried to keep her eyes trained foward as she was pushed up onto the auction block, hearing the shouted bids mingling with the cheers and laughter as the people watched the humiliation of the other princesses. the bidding escalated quickly, until only a few of the richest men remained. elizabeths eyes were drawn to one of these men, the one with the black hair, who was staring so fixedly at her. his look made her shiver, and her body tensed. she could tell that this was a man accustomed to getting what he wants, and he was making it quite clear that he wanted her. apparently at any price, elizabeth thought, when she heard the amount he had paid to win her.

elizabeth was brought to him, and she had to fight not to be intimidated by his size and obvious strength. she could tell that he was a warrior, and that she would be unable to fight him, should he decided to force her. this thought made her glare, she hated feeling helpless, which was exactly how she felt in this mans presence. she saw his smile as he brushed her nipple, and fought the instinct to flinch.

The slavemaster brought over the two additional slaves and pushed them in front of me. As I walked over to them, I slid a hand between each of their legs and stroked their sex. Both of the new slaves, their names I had been told were Katherine and Sabrina, began to push against my hands. I continued to stroke their sexes, watching their reactions. I removed my hand from Katherine and began twisting her nipples, watching her face I knew her to be close to orgasming. I gave her nipple one last violent twist making her yelp loudly, grabbed their ties in one hand and began walking.

Elizabeth remained rooted to where she stood. "Come Elizabeth" I growled at her, yet she stood as if frozen. I reached back and grabbed a handful of that curly brown hair and pulled her along behind me, "you will learn to obey me slut or you will pay dearly". The other two not giving me a problem, followed along.

As we approached the wagon that was being loaded with supplies, my man, Derek, upon seeing the three naked women, roared with laughter. I roughly pushed the women onto the wagon and demanded that they spread their legs and show him what my gold had bought for us that day. The two whores immediately opened their legs exposing their wet cunts. As Katherine started to touch herself, I roughly slapped her face and told her to do only as she was told.

"Katherine" I demanded "show me Sabrina's pussy." Legion, my horse, as always was by my side when I was near. I took the crop I used when riding him and plunged it into Sabrina's open pussy. She screamed in pain, which made Derek and I both laugh and truth be known I was more turned on by her screams than the fact that my crop was now buried deep in her cunt. Katherine was clearly turned on by my rough handling of her friend.

Elizabeth, who I guess had hoped to go unnoticed, sat silently on the edge of the cart. "Slut, I told you to spread your legs"

"Slut, I told you to spread your legs"

Elizabeth fixed her eyes on his as he spoke, rather than looking to the floor, as was expected of slaves. in response to his demand, she slowly raised one leg, but instead of moving it to the side, exposing herself to him, she crossed it over the other, clenching her theighs firmly together. eyes burning in difiance, she hitched her chin, staring up at his tall form, and very clearly said the word, "No."

seeing the shock register on his face, elizabeth kept her eyes locked on his as he approached her, rage quickly replacing suprise. when he was close enough for her to feel his hot breath against her cheek, he spat out the words, "what did you say to me?"

again sticking out her chin in difiance, elizabeth replies calmly, "i said, No.", all the while glaring up into his eyes, almost black with rage.

My reaction to Elizabeth's "No" was automatic, I didn't think as I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. "Slut, you WILL spread those legs or I will spread them for you .. understand, your defiance will cost you and I will not warn you again ... NOW SPREAD THEM"

Elizabeth looked at me with those defiant blue eyes and mouthed the word no. Enraged I slammed her back onto the sack of flour, my fingers tightening on her throat, my eyes burning into hers. Putting my knee on the top of her thighs, I rested all my weight on her legs until slowly they began to give and open up. Loosening my grip on her throat, I moved my other hand between her legs and began to stroke her.

Elizabeth immediatly begins to cough as he releases her throat, struggling to draw air into her lungs. he has her legs pinned to the floor, spread wide, completly vulnerable to his looks and touch. his weight crushes her as his big form covers her small one, making it impossible for her to struggle as she feels his rough fingers pressing into her. she closes her eyes tight against the humiliation, and lets her head drop to the side. if she could not force him to stop, she would at least not give him the satisfaction of receiving a reaction from her.

As Elizabeth's head fell to the side, I realized two things at once .. by forcing her, she could hide her reaction behind those stormy blue eyes and we were now drawing a crowd.

I stood up and walked away from the cart as Derek tied the sluts to the wagon. Getting on my horse, we headed back to my castle, thinking how sweet the reward will be when I make that little whore beg to be fucked.

Elizabeth sighed in relief when he released her, curling up on her side and attempting to cover her naked body. she coughs again, feeling her throat burn, and fights tears. She could read in his eyes that he had something in store for her, and she feared that it would be far worse than if he had simply taken her there on the wagon. she breathes deeply and tries to ignore her surroundings as the wagon begins to move to someplace elizabeth does not know.

As always, riding home after getting supplies always took much longer and after 12 hours of non-stop riding, I could begin to see my home in the distance. Another hour and we'd soon be there.

I reflected back on the days events .. why had I bought these three "princesses", heaven knows that I have wenches lined up wanting in my bed .. so why Elizabeth? There was something in those eyes, something that dared any man to try to touch her, something fierce that said she would not be had easily .. yet there was also a fear and an innocence .. could that be it? Were these women even real princesses or was that just a ploy to get more money for common whores?

I rode beside the wagon, watching the "princesses" sleep. Elizabeth, her brown curly hair a mess around her dirty face. There were bruises on her neck where I had choked her earlier and I could see purple marks on her butt and legs from where the slavemaster had whipped her.

"Elizabeth ..... Elizabeth" I called her name, waking her from her slumber. "Come here" she didn't move, just looked at me with those cold eyes. "Come Here" I cocked an eyebrow at her and finally she started to move. Pulling her up on Legion with me, I reached back behind me and untied the blanket I used when it rained. While wrapping the blanket around Elizabeth, I cupped her breast in my hand. Feeling her nipple press into the palm of my hand, I knew she wasn't as cold and unfeeling as she'd have me believe. I rubbed my thumb across her nipple, nothing more .. nothing less, just circling her nipple with my thumb, flicking it then slowly rubbing it again. I pulled the blanket back, lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my hot wet mouth. I heard her quick intake of breath, looked up into her eyes .. I could not read her eyes this time... I raised up smiling at her and replaced the blanket .. content to enjoy the rest of the ride in silence.

"Elizabeth ..... Elizabeth"

Elizabeth opens her eyes slowly as she hears a deep voice calling her name, blinking against the bright light. momentarily forgetting her surroundings, she rolls onto her back, then pulls herself up into a sitting position. she looks around, confused, her eyes finnaly finding Marcus'. the events of the day immediatly come back to her, she frowns and wraps her arms around herself, trying to cover her naked body.

"Come here"

elizabeth pulls her arms more tightly around herself, glaring up at marcus.

"Come here" he repeats, and elizabeth hesitates only a moment before relectantly walking to him. he pulls her to him, and she is suprised by the comfort provided from his solid chest against her back. she leans into him slightly, hoping that he wont notice. she feels him reaching for something and is again suprised when he wraps a warm blanket around her, seemingly caring for her comfort.

she tenses slightly when she feels his large hand encasing her breast, but it soon lulled by his gently stroking. she hates her body for reacting to him, and her own mind which wants to accept his comfort and gentle touch. she gasps when he takes her hardened nipple into his hot mouth, supressing the urge to arch into him. none of her previous "masters" had ever been intersted in seeing to her pleasure, merely forcing her to provide it for them.

he releases her nipple, but keeps her in his arms, her head resting against his strong shoulder. she feels herself being lulled to sleep again by the gentle swaying of the horse and the strong arms encircling her.

As Katherine fell asleep again, her head on my shoulder .. I thought to myself, there is more than one way to make a woman submit, more than one way to take what I wanted .. submit to me she would, but I would see the fire in her eyes first.

It is dark as we approach the castle, the guards opening the gate to allow entry were clearly shocked to see Elizabeth in my arms, wrapped in a blanket but clearly naked underneath. Katherine and Sabrina laying naked in the cart were even a bigger surprise to them, to their credit, neither said a word.

The men and servants were all gathered in the great hall, waiting for the return of their leader, their master. The men would not sleep, counting the hours until my return, the servants not sleeping until they could unload the cart of the goods aquired at the village. As we came to a stop at the entry of the kitchens, I summoned one of the servant girls, instructed her to go with Derek, take Elizabeth to my room. She was to help Elizabeth with a bath first, then a plate of food .. Derek would keep watch to ensure that Elizabeth did not escape and once she was done, Derek would chain Elizabeth to my bed.

I took Katherine and Sabrina by their ties, drug them up the steps to the great hall. As I stepped into the room, a shocked hush spread thru the room. "My men, I have brought back from the village a couple of toys to play with" Loud cheering was drowning out the rest of what would have been said.

Taking Katherine by the hand, I led her to the front of the hall and told her to show her goods to my men. Katherine, clearly enjoying herself, started posing and spreading her legs to my men. I pulled her back to me and slid my hand between her legs. Sliding my fingers over her pussy, up and down her pussy lips, teasing her. She was so wet, my fingers had no problem sliding into her pussy and fucking her slowly while my men watched. My cock was standing tall and pushing against her naked ass, my fingers finding her clit and circling it. Just as she was about to cum, I removed my hand and bent her over the nearest chair. Slapping her ass hard with my hand, I left a bright red marks on her ass. My men roared with laughter and lewd comments .. "You may do as you like with these wenches, they are yours for the summer .. you will not fight over them" I reached over and took a knife, sheathed in leather off the nearest table, held it up for the men to see. Kicking Katherine's legs apart, I slapped her ass again making her cry out. Holding the knife by it's leather clad blade, I slammed the hilt of the knife into Katherine's pussy and began fucking her ruthlessly with it. In a matter of minutes, Katherine was begging me to stop the torture and orgasming at the same time.

exhausted as she was, elizabeth did not wake when marcus placed her in derek's arms. she stirred only slightly as she was carried up the tall staircase and into the master bedroom. her eyes open slowly as she is placed on the bed, and are immediatly filled with panic when she realizes where she is. she begins struggling , kicking her legs and banging her fists against derek's strong chest. she lets out a scream as her arms are pinned behind her head, and quickly brings up her knee to slam into his crotch. he groans in pain, loosening his grip on her and she immefiatly pushes him to the floor. she scrambles off the bed and runs naked to the door...

As I turned to pull Sabrina to the front of the hall, Derek appeared at the top of the stairs. He was slightly bent over, his face a mask of rage and I knew in that moment that Elizabeth had escaped. Forgetting about Sabrina and Katherine, I bolted up the stairs ... "WHERE" I roared at him, Derek pointed down to the opposite end of the long hall. There were no stairs located at that end of the hall, the only way out thru a passage in my room and I knew she did not stay in my room any longer than she had to.

Moving slowly I started down the long hall, I would find Elizabeth and she would pay ...

Elizabeth ran quickly down the long hallway, cursing her decision when she realizes there are no stairs, only a few rooms in which she could hide. she chose one at random, the one at the very end of the hall, and shut the door behind her, blocking it with a dresser when she cannot find a key to lock it with. she looks around the room frantically, searching for a place to hide, when she hears loud footsteps pounding down the hallway...

Furiously I storm down the hall, slamming the doors of each room open and giving them a quick check. I turn the knob and push on the door at the end of the hall, pushing open a little I realized the door was blocked .. I had found Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, open the door"

Nothing.

"Elizabeth, it would be in your best interest to open the door NOW"

"Elizabeth, open the door"

elizabeth remains silent, still searching for somewhere to hide or an escape. the window is too high up, and he would be able to find her in any place she hid.

"Elizabeth, it would be in your best interest to open the door NOW"

she cringes slightly at the threatening tone in his voice, but does not obey, determined not to give into him.

she responds to his order with a loud "no!", using all her strength to press the door closed, cursing when she feels it being pushed open, his strength overpowering hers.

"NO" he heard Elizabeth yell at him. Who did this girl think she was, how dare she tell me no? I pushed harder against the door, everything behind it sliding across the floor as it slowly opened.

I stepped into the doorway, Elizabeth across the room looking as defiant as ever. I knew if I touched her now that I would likely snap her neck. I had paid too much gold for this "princess" to just throw it away in a fit of rage. I stood with Derek at my back, he was wanting a piece of the "little bitch" as he called her. Taking deep slow breaths, I ordered Derek to leave us.

"Elizabeth, why must you defy me? You are mine to do with as I please, with or without your cooperation. You are bought and paid for, you will not receive any help unless it is thru me. Do you understand, Elizabeth? You injured one of my men and tried to escape me, I cannot let that go unpunished."

elizabeth glares up at him through his speach, seething with rage. she was a princess, this was not how she was to be treated. who did this man think he was? treating her like a common whore.

she responds forcefully, "i belong to noone, sir, and you will do well to remember it. as for your "man", he was only injured because he attempted to chain me to the bed, as you ordered him to do. tell me, are women always so reluctant to enter your bed that you must chain them to prevent their escape?"

her chin sticking out defiantly, she waits for his answer, not regretting her words, though secretly on the verge of trembling from fear. where was the kind man who held her in his arms as they road here? she wishes that she could find a trace of his former kindness in his eyes, still fixed on hers, but all she saw was rage.

"Princess" I fairly spat the word out of my mouth, "was it not you who were being sold to the highest bidder at the village? Or perhaps I am mistaken?" I watched as she seethed in anger, watched her for any movement as I started across the room to her.

"As for being chained, I think with your little attempt to escape, you have proven my point."

As I closed in on Elizabeth, she never moved just kept those fiery eyes locked on mine. Moving slowly I wrapped my hands around her arms and lifted her up, so we were face to face. "As for the other Elizabeth" I rubbed my cheek against hers, letting my lips and hot breath carress her ear "You will soon learn" I kissed her neck "that I don't have to" my lips barely touching hers "chain anybody to my bed" with that I sucked her bottom lip in my mouth and released it.

Setting her on the ground, I held her arm and started laughing. Anger, rage is an aphrodisiac to me, it thrills me to no end. Anyone who knew me knew that my laughing when I am enraged is not a good thing. I walked behind Elizabeth still holding her arm and slapped her ass with my bare hand. Hearing her yelp in pain I slapped the other side of her butt and left matching red handprints on her ass cheeks. As she tried to move, my grip on her arm tightened and I knew I must be leaving bruises on her creamy skin.

Elizabeth immediatly tensed when her feet left the floor, struggling against his hold. she seethed with rage, but she could not suppress a small shiver as she felt his hot breath on her skin, his rough cheek against her soft one, and his lips covering hers. she looked up into his eyes as he set her down, and neraly gasped at what she saw there. there was both rage and laughter dancing in his eyes, and it disturbed elizabeth, making her wonder what he might do to her.

he stepped around her, maintaining his grip on her arm, and elizabeth yelped when his strong hand made contact with her soft ass. it immediatly began to sting, even as he brought his hand down again, this time receiving a whimper. he tightened his hold on her when she tried to move away, nearly crushing her delicate arm.

turning her face back to his, she spits out "of course you dont have to chain women to your bed. why use chains when you can just beat them until they are too weak to resist you?"

with that, she struggles again, trying to break his hold on her arm.

As Elizabeth started to struggle again, I released her arm and wrapped my fist in her hair. "Elizabeth, do I look as if I need to chain or whip anyone to get them into my bed?" I cocked my eyes at her, daring her to answer in the negative. "I had thought to feed you, let you bathe and rest from today's activities .. I see now that I was wrong. Perhaps I should have taken you to the great hall, where you too could have shown your goods to the men." As I said those words, I felt Elizabeth shiver, her face going deathly pale.

Leaning forward, I reached around and cupped her breasts in my big hands, effectively holding her against me. I gently squeezed her, rubbing my fingers around the outside of her nipples. It was almost as if I could feel her inner struggle. I started rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumb, gently squeezing them and pulling on them. I could feel her relax against me, her head now leaned back against my chest.

Nudging her head to the side, I kissed her neck and ear. Barely biting at her ear, trailing hot wet kisses up and down her neck. My right hand leaving her breasts and sliding slowly down her stomach, circling her navel and back up to tease her hard nipples. My left hand following the same trail as my right hand had, only slipping a little lower to right above her curls. My hot wet kisses all over her face, on her lips. I kissed her lips, lightly at first then more demanding as I felt Elizabeth shudder against me, a small noise escaping her lips as I twisted her nipples between my fingers.

I shoved Elizabeth from me, "THAT Elizabeth is how I keep women in my bed" Smiling, I walked from the room, know that Elizabeth would not escape me this night, as there were already two guards posted outside the door.

Elizabeth whimpered as his large hands came to cover her breasts, wanting to fight, but unable to find the will to. he alternatly pinched and stroked, and elizabeth hated herself for enjoying it. too exhausted to struggle, and too soothed by his gentle touch, she allows herself to go slack against him, a single tear escaping down her cheek as, for the first time, she begins to feel helpless.

she allows him to nudge her head to the side, and has to supress a shiver as his lips brush over her skin. she feels his hand slide low on her stomach and, knowing his intention, she whispers a brealy audible "no, please..."

with that, he pushed her away from him. she kept her back to him so he would not see the weakness in her eyes, and did not turn until she heard the door close behind him. then, she sank to the floor, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. she begins to shake as two more tears find their way down her cheeks, and soon she is sobbing. curled up on the floor, she continues to cry until exhaustion overwhelms her, and she falls into a dreamless sleep.

Marcus woke early the next morning from a very troubled sleep. His sleep was haunted with the visions of Elizabeth .. from the first time he saw her, with her defiant stares that dared a person to just try to take from her what she would not give .. to the last time he saw her with her back rigid staring into space ... to all the times inbetween. What made him want to hurt her one second and comfort her the next?

The barely audible no,please disturbed him more than anything. In his fury, his arousal, all he could think to do was hurt her so he used his words as his weapon.

Reflecting back to yesterday, he wondered what the real story was behind the princess auction. Yes, he had heard the tales but what he wanted was not tales, but the truth. He also wanted Elizabeth, he had never "needed" anyone before in his life and he wasn't going to begin now.

Marcus called a servant to the top of the stairs, gave him his orders then proceeded down the hall to where Elizabeth slept. He slowly opened the door and crept to where she lay, curled and shivering on the bare floor. Marcus took his time in taking in her flawless skin, without her glaring at him he was noticing things he hadn't noticed before. He didn't know how long he had been squatting next to her when his servant cleared his throat at the door. Marcus picked Elizabeth up in his arms and gently kissed her forehead before heading back to his room.

Elizabeth slept soundly, and did not wake when marcus entered the room. she sighed when he picked her up and pulled herself tighter into his arms. her head resting on his strong shoulder, he can feel her hot, even breaths against his neck. her long hair swayed as he carried her, with one strand resting on her cheek. she made a small, content sound as he pressed his lips to her forehead, and again snuggled closer to him as he made his way to the master bedroom.

Marcus strode into the master suite, where awaiting him was a hot bath and a platter full of fruits, muffins and meats. He gently lowered Elizabeth to the bed, not wanting to awaken her. Marcus wanted to relax, wanted Elizabeth near him but he did not want to hear her sharp tounge or have to deal with those evil stares.

Pulling the coverlet over Elizabeth, Marcus stripped down to nothing. Very comfortable in his skin, he moved around the room quietly. As he began eating a few pieces of bacon, Marcus began reading for the first time the paper that was given to him when he had purchases Elizabeth. With a frown upon his face, Marcus stood and went over to the tub. Stepping over the side of the tub, Marcus sank down into the steaming water .. hoping that he would be able to forget, if only for a little while, what he had just read.

elizabeth sighed when she was placed in the warm bed, her long hair fanning over one of the many pillows. the warmth of the blanket both soothed and comforted her. she shifted slightly, getting comfortable, before falling even deeper into sleep.

not long after, she began to stirr, the smell of food and the warm sun streaming in through the window pulling her from sleep. though awake, elizabeth decided not to move, rather to enjoy the comfort and security of the large bed. breathing softly, she hears faint noises from the next room, but, too content to stay where she is, makes no attempt to investigate further, and lets her eyes slip closed as she rests.

Marcus moved from the tub and wrapped a drying towel around him. Walking to the bed where Elizabeth lay, still sleeping. "Elizabeth .... Elizabeth" When she did not move, Marcus laid his hand on her shoulder. "Elizabeth, it is time to wake up .. there is a hot bath waiting for you."

marcus' warm hand on her naked shoulder woke elizabeth, blinking against the light as she looks up at him. he is leaning over her, but not threateningly so, and the look in his eye is kind. she cannot prevent her doubt from rising, but at the same time, her instinct tells her to trust him.

at the mention of a bath, she become more awake. she can not resist the chance to bathe, and so she takes his hand and steps out of the bed. still naked, she feels shy, until she notices that he is wearing no more than a towel around his waist. her eyes are drawn to his strong chest and down to his narrow hips, before returning to his eyes.

taking her by the hand, he leads her to the bathtub, and hands her in. she sighs as the hot water envelops her, ignoring the slight sting of a few errant scratches. letting her head fall back against the rim, she peers up at marcus, unsure of what to say.

After helping Elizabeth into the tub, Marcus sits down at the side table to finish his breakfast. Looking at the paper again, he stares intently at Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, did you know that when I bought you, that I was given a paper?"

He could tell by the blank look on her face that she knew nothing of the paper. "It says here Elizabeth, that you had many owners before me." The paper also verified her royalty, her bloodline if you will. It explained the terms of agreement between the new "owners" of the slaves and the queen.

Marcus stood and pulled on his pants, his daily duties could wait no longer. "Stay here in my room, if you need anything you are to ask the guard posted outside my door. I do not want to fight with you Elizabeth, so do as I say."

Marcus walked over to the tub and knelt down beside Elizabeth. He bent his head to take in a breast that had been showing above the water. Sucking on her nipple, he let his arm slide beneath the water and between her legs. His hand slid over her sex, teasing her with his fingers while his mouth pulled at her nipple. Standing he finished dressing and walked out the door.

"Elizabeth, did you know that when I bought you, that I was given a paper?"

elizabeth gave him a blank look, comfirming her ignorance of the paper. shed assumed that some documentation had existed, but hadnt thought it would have contained anything of importance. he explained that the paper said that she had had many previous masters, but again, does not understand the importance of this information. marcus is clearly troubled by the contents of the paper, and elizabeth does not say anything, expecting him to explain.

instead, he rose and put on a pair of pants, and elizabeth was suprised to find herself disappointed, she had enjoyed the vision of his nearly naked body.

"Stay here in my room, if you need anything you are to ask the guard posted outside my door. I do not want to fight with you Elizabeth, so do as I say."

elizabeth nodded her consent, also not wanting to fight with him, though it was against her nature.

looking down, she did not notice his closeness until he took her breast between his lips. her lips parted in suprise, and no little pleasure. she tensed as she felt his hand traveling down her stomach, but was suprised to realize that it was more in anticipation than fear. she moaned quietly in disappointment when he rose and walked away from her, dressing and leaving her alone.

deep in thought, she lets herself slip futher into the water, feeling it soak her hair and clense her body. she can see the bruises left over from yesterday, and frowns, again confused by the differnces in marcus' character day to day. sighing, she continues to wash herself, the whole time wondering what the paper held which had put marcus in such a somber mood.

Marcus had spent all day contemplating the contents of Elizabeth's papers. Why did it matter to him how many masters and mistresses she had had? Each master and mistress had given an account of their time with Elizabeth. Each of them telling how they had beaten Elizabeth for their pleasure and had used her body time and time again.

By the time he entered his bed chambers, it was dark outside and Marcus had had a full and tiring day. After not sleeping the night before all he could think about was getting some much needed rest. "Elizabeth ...." no answer. "Elizabeth!" still nothing. Striding to the door, he flung it open to yell at the guards "where is she?!?"

Elizabeth!

marcus' loud cry awake elizabeth, who had fallen asleep out on the balcony, lulled by the beautiful scenery. wrapping her robe around her, she rose slowly and opened the french doors, stepping into the room.

she was immediatly grabbed by two armed gaurds, their shouts drowing out her indignant cry. she struggles against them, her eyes immidiatly seeking marcus', damanding an explination. she could feel the gaurd's crushing grips cuasing bruises on her arms and she again tries to wrench her arms from their grips. she lets out a pained cry as they both only squeeze tighter, glaring at marcus, who must have ordered them to do this.

Marcus had started down the stairs when he heard the guards shout that they had found Elizabeth. Entering his rooms, Marcus saw the guards holding Elizabeth tightly by the arms. "Explain yourself, where have you been" he all but yelled at her.

The rage he had felt when he thought she was gone, was nothing compared to what he felt when he realized she had never left his room. The relief he felt was masked by the rage, he would not let himself care about this princess who had done unspeakable acts with other men and women. This whore who by all accounts clearly enjoyed being taken roughly, enjoyed having all manner of objects stuffed into her sex and anus.

He did not speak to her, could not speak to her. Taking Elizabeth by the arm, he pulled her to the bed and commanded the guards to leave them. He knew they would stay their posts at the door and also knew that no matter what they heard, would not interupt him.

"Explain yourself, where have you been"

her anger quickly rising to meet his, she spat back "where do you think ive been? ive been here all day because you would not release me!"

any warm feelings she had been developing for him evaporated as he glared down at her. what right did he have to be angry for something she did not do?

the gaurds released her, and she immediatly brought her hands to her arms an an attempt to soothe the pain. before she had time to relax, marcus dismissed the gaurds and took hold of her again, leading her to the bed. elizabeth's eyes grew wide and her skin paled as she realized what he had planned and she began to protest. as powerful as he was, elizabeth had never really considered the possibility that this man would be the one to take her virginity, with or without her consent.

he pushed her down on the bed, and immediatly followed her onto it. she scrabbled away, trying to escape, but he caught her by the ankle, and roughly pulled her back under him, pinning her with his weight. she looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes, on the verge of begging for him to release her.

"no, please, stop" she pleaded between breaths as his hands began to roam over her body. tears spring to her eyes when she tries to struggle and cant, unable to move due to his weight pinning her. "marucs... please" she begs

Pinning Elizabeth with his weight, Marcus' hands started roaming her body, parting her robe and touching her sex. He had never taken a woman by force and was trying to will his body into obeying his mind. Pressing his face into the pillow by her head, he tried to steady his breathing. He could hear he begging, asking him to stop .. he was trying, couldn't she see that. His fingers stroking the folds of her sex, seemed to be moving of their own accord. While something in his mind screamed this was wrong, his body was not listening. Marcus removed his hand and replaced it with his rock hard cock, sliding his cock over the outside of her sex. He began a rocking motion, moving himself against her, reaching under her and lifting her ass.

"No Marcus please .. don't .. please don't do this"

Finally lifting his head and looking at her tear stained face, Marcus struggles to ask "Why?"

elizabeth could sense marcus' struggle as he leaned over her. she caught the tortured look in his eyes and felt him trying to gain control over himself. she knew that this went against his characer, as badly as he had treated her in the past days. she shuddered as she felt his hands roaming he body, and continues to protest, wringling under him, not knowing that this only increased his desire. her begging becoming frantic as she feels marcus begin to press his cock against her sex, she nearly sobs in releif as he lifts his head, asking her "why?"

her body going limp under his, she hesitates, catching her breath, before replying, "i havnt.. i am not..." letting her head fall to the side and her eyes close, she nearly whispers, "i am a virgin"

"you're a what?!?" Pushing up on his arms, Marcus glares down at her. "And you expect me to believe that???"

elizabeth's eyes widen even further at his violent reaction, afraid and not understanding why he does not believe her. she tries to sink lower into the bed, away from him, but he pinns her with his glare.

speaking softly, tentativly, she askes, "why would you not beleive it?"

"Why would I believe it?" Marcus still glaring at her, how dare she try to play him a fool.

Rising from the bed and dragging Elizabeth behind him, Marcus storms over to his desk. Throwing papers around until he found the one he wanted, he thrusts it into her face. "Here, your papers, of course I am assuming you can read. If you can't I will be glad to recite them for you." Watching Elizabeth's eyes, it is clear that she is reading what her former owners wrote. "You still want me to believe you are a virgin? Elizabeth I will not tolerate lying, so you best answer carefully and know that before this night is over I will know the truth for myself"

Marcus knew if he let her go she would bolt, he held her arm and drug her along behind him as he paced the room. How dare her lie to him, did she think he was so stupid that he wouldn't know the truth? Marcus was horny, aggitated and pissed .. not a good combination for Elizabeth.

elizabeth whimpers in protest as marcus takes her roughly, pulling her off the bed and dragging her to the desk, causing her to stumble behind him. her heart is beating wildly from fear, but her anger is quickly rising. he roughly punishes her for something she did not do then is further enraged because she is an innocent. and how dare he accuse her of lying? what would be her motivation to do so?

her eyes glow in anger as she sends him a quick look at his questioning of her intelligence, and his sarcastic offer to recite the papers. she quickly scans the papers, gasping in shock at what she read there. there were the testimonies of her previous "masters", detailing the many was in which they had used her body, none of which were true. the only truthful aspect of the letters were the horrid decriptions of the beatings she had received. the writers must have lied in their testiments, too embarassed to admit that they could not overpower a young girl. tears threaten to fill her eyes both from being reminded of the pain she had been forced to endure, and also from the anger and humiliation caused by the perverted descriptions of her "relations" with the owners.

"You still want me to believe you are a virgin? Elizabeth I will not tolerate lying, so you best answer carefully and know that before this night is over I will know the truth for myself"

fighting down the tears, elizabeth presses her lips together firmly, and pushes the emotion from her eyes, recreating the look she had worn the day in the village. she would not be intimidated by this man, nor would she be so hurt by his accusations. her voice cold, she explains to marcus that the papers were fabrications, and that she was still a virgin. she had fought her previous masters, none as strong as marcus, and instead of forcing her, they either beat her, or sold her. she had no intention of giving her virginity to a man she did not love, and she certainly had never loved her previous "owners". she could sense marcus' disbelief, and stared up into his eyes, daring him to contradict her.

Marcus hated those cold blank eyes and the unfeeling voice. Hated that she could withdraw from him so easily and effectively. He trained his voice to that of which he used when interrogating prisoners ... low and flat, no emotion, almost soothing in its pitch. "You are telling me that the Duke and Duchess of Ellafantare are liars?" not waiting for her answer, Marcus kept going "The queen's own son, your last owner, did not tie your legs apart then proceed to use the candlesticks on you?"

"One of your owners had taken a flogger and whipped your pussy until it was cut, bleeding, bruised and swollen, one woman kicking you with her pointy toed shoes and breaking a couple of your ribs." Marcus was reading randomly from the papers. "Another man tied your legs apart, clasping chains to your nipples and pussy lips, pulling them open so everyone who walked by could see." Yet, she still wanted him to believe that the people who would do unspeakable acts like that would not have taken her virginity. "Do you really take me for a fool?"

Sitting down in the chair, Marcus pulled Elizabeth to him, making her straddle his thighs. In this position her sex was wide open to him...

elizabeth has to fight tears as marcus reads off the many humiliations she had been forced to undergo. the prince had tied her up, and attempted to force large candlesticks inside of her. but she had thrashed too violently, and the boy failed. for her disobediance, she had been held for days without food and was beaton violently.

she had been whiped, both on her sex and the rest of her body. it had been her punishment for not submitting to the man the night before, and after he had been too repulsed by the scars he had left on her.

the following accounts were true as well, but never had she truly been taken. pain and humiliation she could endure, but not the complete violation of being raped by a master she despised. and she had despised them all... except marcus, but his current behavior was quickly pushing her in that direction.

tilting back her head and looking up at him, she says in her coldest voice, "believe what you like, but i am not lying. i have never been taken, and have no intention of letting it happen in the future."

with that, she turned her back to him, willing herself to stand straight and proud, when all she wanted to do was curl up on the bed and cry. "this is what you get" she thought to herself, "when you try to trust a man who so obviously cares nothing for you."

Elizebeth turned her back on him .. Marcus pulled her back, sitting her on his thighs. He could feel her shaking, felt her muscles tighten as she tried to control the shakes.

Knowing if he took her and she was a virgin, she would hate him forever. If she wasn't a virgin and he didn't take her, she was playing him for a fool. If he tried to check for himself, he humiliated her. Marcus was in a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" situation. One thing Marcus knew for sure tho was that she had endured too many beatings and humiliation in her short life. He was still trying to figure out why he even cared, after all he had paid a high price for her so wasn't she his property to do with as he liked? If brutely plunging his cock in a virgin was his thing, then who cared, besides Elizabeth? There in lied his problem, he cared.

Standing up and nearly knocking her to the floor, he took her arm and drug her to the bed. Picking her up, he laid her on the soft bed and crawled up behind her. She was not fighting, just laying there, staring at the ceiling with those cold unseeing, unfeeling eyes.



"Sleep little one, you are safe this night"

elizabeth gave a small yelp of suprise when marcus stood beneath her. he started pulling her to the bed, and elizabeth knew that she should struggle, but was too exhausted by her emotions and going several days without food. she gave one last whimper of protest as he picked her up and laid her on the bed, but even that ezhauted her. she closed her eyes, trying to block out the events, when marcus came to lay beside her.

"Sleep little one, you are safe this night"

elizabeth's eyes opened at his proclimation, and she turned to look at him. what she saw there suprised her: not anger, but kindness and concern. knowing that she could trust him when he was like this, she reached out and let her hand brush across his cheek. she looked down and let her hand drop when she realized exactly what she had done. she murmurs a quiet "thank you", and again lets her eyes close, falling into a light sleep, feeling comforted by the man at her side.

Marcus was awakened by a dog barking outside, he slowly opened his eyes and could tell that the new day had barely began. A faint glow was coming in around the heavily curtained windows and a cool breeze was blowing across the bed. As his mind began to clear, Marcus realized that Elizabeth's butt was pressed against his groin and his right hand was nestled between her legs. Marcus laid there looking at her face, thinking how beautiful she truly was. He moved his fingers that were pressed against her sex slightly, wanting to feel her fully. When Elizabeth did not move, Marcus became bolder, moving his fingers over her clit and up and down the folds of her lips. She pressed her ass back into his groin, making his cock begin to grow. Marcus' fingers were teasing Elizabeth, making a slight moan cross her lips. Parting her pussy lips, he could feel her wetness, her ass now grinding into his cock. He would draw circles around her clit, then stroke it and massage it, making Elizabeth whimper. As she whimpered and moaned, Marcus moved his fingers slowly into her pussy, pulled them out rubbed them over her clit.

His hips were pushing his cock against Elizabeth's ass in a rocking motion, his fingers were working magic on her pussy. He tried to push his fingers deep into Elizabeth's pussy but were met with her maidenhead. Marcus was stunned to say the least .. all motions were frozen, his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Elizabeth was not woken by marcus' gentle touches, but her body was reacting violently. already wet when his fingers entered her, her unconcious body clenced around him, as she pressed herself tighter against him.

dreams blurred with reality as she slowly began to wake up, unsure if she was dreaming or awake. a whimper escaped her as a finger circled her clit and she arches her back, pressing herself tightly into marcus' hardness. she lets out a breathless moan as marcus begins to rock his hips into hers, and again lets his fingers eneter. still half-asleep, she does not question her actions or the situation. a pressure deep inside her made elizabeth gasp in pain, and she was suddenly alert. about to pull away, she feels marcus go tense behind her, and seem to stop breathing. her body tensing as well, she turns her head to look back at him, her look unreadable.

Marcus took a deep breath and looked at Elizabeth. Her face was unreadable, but as he looked in her eyes .. there, he saw embarrasment and excitement, sadness and hope. Marcus' mind and body were at odds, his body was screaming for release, his mind telling him she was innocent and to tread lightly.

Marcus lifted Elizabeth's leg and let it rest on his, this way opening her up fully to his hands. As Elizabeth began to speak Marcus whispered "trust me".

His finger slid slowly up and down her slit, teasing her lightly. Elizabeth relaxed a little in front of him as his finger would gently slide across her clit each time Marcus' finger reached the top of her sex. Pulling on her pussy lips, Marcus would rub them between his fingers. As Marcus slowly played with her pussy, Elizabeth began to relax. He moved his hand to cup her breasts and twist her nipples bringing her body back to life. His hand slipping back between her legs, Marcus would rub her pussy, circle her clit and barely slide his finger into her sex. With Elizabeth writhing in front of him, Marcus did not know how much longer he would be able to keep up this torment. His cock was rock hard and pressed against her ass. Moving so that Elizabeth now laid on her back, Marcus took a nipple into his wet mouth, his fingers creating havoc on Elizabeths senses. Taking her hand he wrapped it around his cock and with his on top of hers, began to stroke his hard cock.

elizabeth gasped as marcus' fingers teased her, torn between her need to remain innocent and giving into the overwhelming pleasure he was producing in her. she was nervous and began to protest, but at his whispered "trust me", she began to relax. she knew that he would not hurt her, and the gentle way he was pleasuring her spoke of generosity and caring.

she allowed herself to go slack against him, her legs spread wide, accepting his touch. her head resting against his strong chest, she bites her lip as he slides one finger into her. she arches against him as his other hand comes to play with her nipples, gasping and reaching her arm back around to his neck, holding him close to her. eyes fluttering closed, she begins to grind herself against his fingers, trying to pull him deeper, clenching around his fingers.

she moans in disappointment and opens her eyes as he removes his hand from her sex and rolls her beneath him. gazing up at him, she attempts to catch her breath, trust reflected in her blue eyes. she allows him to bring her hand to his sex, her small hand circling him, guided by his larger one. a small sound escapes her throat as she feels his size, her eyes immediatly dropping to appraise him. she begins to stroke him, though again becomes nervous at the thought of him inside her, streatching her and taking her virginity.

Feeling Elizabeth's small hand wrap around his cock, Marcus' body jerked in reaction. He removed his hand from hers, wanting to see her hand encircling him, stroking him.

Marcus leaned down and suckled on her breast, scraping his teeth lightly over her nipples. While his mouth was busy on one, his hand was busy twisting and pulling on her other nipple. Moving his hips in rhythm with her hand, Marcus was very close to cumming. Sliding down, his cock slipping from Elizabeth's grasp, he began kissing down her taut stomach. Slowly he began kissing and licking around her navel, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples.

Moving lower, Marcus kissed her hips, blowing softly on her sex as he moved from one side to the other. Using his hands, he lifted her legs and opened her up to him more. Marcus was enjoying the sweet moans and soft sighs as he continued to kiss Elizabeth in places no other had. Turning his head he kissed the inside of her thighs, lightly biting and nipping her skin. Cupping her sex with the palm of his hand, Marcus slowly rubbed Elizabeth. Her hips moving, reaching for him.

Moving up, Marcus lightly slid his tongue over her pussy. He could feel her body react, heard her breathing speed up, her hands fisted in his sheets. Marcus continued to slowly lick her sex, using his fingers to pull her pussy lips open, exposing her to his mouth more fully. Licking her clit, sucking it into his mouth, Marcus could her her gasp, felt her body jerk hard. As he continued to suck and lick her clit, Marcus slowly slid a finger into Elizabeth's tight pussy. He could tell his finger caused her some pain, but Marcus continued to slide his finger in her while his mouth never stopped licking her clit.

elizabeth hummed in pleasure as marcus dropped his head to her tight nipples. as she bacame more excited, she stroked him more quickly, feeling the tension in his body. moaning her disappointment when he pulled from her grasp, elizabeth immediatly changed to moans of pleasure as she felt his hot mouth kissing his way down to her wet sex. her excitement mounting, her breathing increased, coming labored and quickly.

she cries out in pleasure as marcus' lips close around her clit then kiss along the lenghth of her slit. unable tokeep still, her hips raise to push into him, seeking more of his teasing kiss. she clenched around him as he slipped a finger deep into her pussy, sliding in easily due to her wetness.

"marcus... yes, mmm, oh yes"

As Marcus' finger slid into Elizabeth's sex, his mouth was on her clit, stroking it, sucking it. As he moved his finger, he could feel her pussy start to clench and pulse around it. She was so small and tight, making his mind whirl with what it would feel like to feel his cock buried deep within her.

"marcus... yes, mmm, oh yes"

Hearing Elizabeth voice her pleasure, Marcus continued to suck and lick her clit. Reaching up with his other hand, he played with her nipple, lightly twisting and teasing it. Elizabeth was grinding her pussy into his mouth and finger. Marcus wanted her to cum, wanted her to let go. Lightly scraping his teeth over her clit, he could feel her body react like it had been shocked. He slid two fingers into her, felt her jolt of pain/pleasure. Then he felt her pussy clench tightly against his fingers, her pussy pushing up into his mouth and her her loud moan of delight and shock.

Grinning against her pussy, Marcus slid his fingers slowly out of her. Sliding up he looked at her face, evn more beatiful in its arousal and shock.

elizabeth was overwhelmed by the sensations marcus was producing in her, never having felt anything like it before. she wanted to scream and buck beneath him, but she held herself back, afraid to admit to her pleasure. she was unaware of how much she had already betrayed herself, too absorbed in her arousal. if she had known, she would have been terribly embarrased by both the sounds she was making and the image she created. eyes closed, head dropped to the side, lips open in a silent gasp, practically begging marcus to touch her.

she was confused by her reaction, frightened by the way her body betrayed her. mentally, she knew that she was not ready for this, but her body enjoyed it far too much to deny itself. eventually, pleasure outweighed confusion, and elizabeth gave herself to marcus, allowing herself to reval fully in the sensations he was producing deep inside of her. letting out a quiet scream as his teeth scraped over her sensitive clit, she immediatly began to convulse around him, overcome by her first orgasim. she called his name as her back arched, seeking more of his touch.

as she came down from her peak, she collapsed back into the bed, exhausted, her breathing still labored and her cheeks flushed. her body was limp under his as murcus pulled himself up over her, and she was unable to lift her eyes to his. she was embarassed by the power he had over her and felt uncertain as to how he would treat her now that he knew she enjoyed his touch. her eyes closed in confustion and uncertainty as elizabeth tried to supress the urge to wrap her arms around him and allow the warm strength of his body comfort her.
Marcus needed a release bad, he had gone for days without cumming. Looking at Elizabeth's face, he could sense she needed some time. His mind was still reeling from the shock of her being a virgin, of tasting her and bringing her to what seemed to be her first orgasm. He tried not to move, tried to hold still but his hips started moving, his cock sliding against her pussy. If she wasn't so innocent ....


Taking her hand, Marcus guided it back down to his hard cock. As she wrapped her fingers around him, his breath hissed out of his lungs. He wanted so badly to just plunge into her and be done with it, he would hurt her if he did that now. Moving with her hand, he buried his head in her hair.

Leaning back on his knees between her legs, Marcus wrapped his fist around her hand stroking his cock fast and hard. Reaching with the other hand Marcus opened her pussy lips and started playing with her swollen clit. He wanted to cum and he wanted Elizabeth to come again with him. When her hips again started pushing into his hand and her quiet moans started from her lips he knew she was close again. Pushing her to the edge once more, Marcus erupted, his cum landing on her pulsating sex and stomach.

Leaning down, he kissed her lips. When her eyes opened Marcus grinned. "You please me Elizabeth" Rolling off the bed, Marcus began to get dressed for the day. "I will have a hot bath and a tray for breakfast sent up to you"

still breathing rapidly, elizabeth presses her lips softly into his, tasting herself on him. she opens her eyes after a moment, seeing his grin.

"You please me Elizabeth"

lizzy lets her eyes drop as marcus rolls off of her. she watches silently as he dresses himself, afraid to say anything.

"I will have a hot bath and a tray for breakfast sent up to you"

"thank you" she murmurs, pulling the coverlet up over her naked body. clutching it to her chest, she rises from the bed and walks to him. going up on her toes, she plants a soft kiss on his cheek, then turns to walk to the adjourning dressing room.

Marcus was just a little shocked and embarrassed when Elizabeth kissed him on his cheek. He had never been this tender with anyone before and did not understand why he was being so now. He had given up pondering the why behind his tenderness, there was no explanation. His duties to his men and this castle demanded too much of him. He did not earn his reputation as one of the most dreaded fighters by being tender.

Jerking on the rest of his clothing, Marcus started down the stairs bellowing commands at the servants. He was needing a good fight, it had been too long since he had trained with his men. Today, he intended to see how well Thomas had trained the new men.

elizabeth closed the dressing room door behind her and let herself fall against it, her brows knitted in confusion. what had she just done? what had motivated her to kiss that man's cheek?. she was troubled by her inability to decide on her feelings for marcus, but what was more, she was angry at him for making it so difficult for her. why could he not be more consistant in his behavior, rather than constantly changing between the "master" and the gentleman.

determined to overcome her silly behavior, elizabeth moves to the bathtub, letting the blanket fall before stepping into the warm water. she frowns again as she washes marcus' seed from her body, but quickly brushes it off and contines bathing, taking her time to relax.

after bathing, she climbs from the tub and dries herself, sighing gratefully when she finds the plate of food marcus had promised. she eats quickly, feeling it fill her stomach and restore her strength. she continues to eat in content silence, contemplating how to spend her day.

It was getting dark as Marcus made his way back into the castle. He was covered in blood and bruises, his body ached from the grueling workout he had put it thru. One of the newer men had made the mistake of challenging him, so the new man now sported a broken nose and a good size cut across his forearm.

Throwing the door open Marcus strode into the room where Elizabeth sat in a chair reading one of his books. Immediately he started stripping, his bath was being prepared by a group of scrambling boys, his clothing and cuts being attended to by two servant women. Ordering his dinner sent to the room, one of the women immediately took off to the kitchens.

Going to the other room, he called out "Elizabeth, come wash me"

Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as marcus strode into the room, dropping blood stained clothes and issuing commands. she nearly cringed at the sight of his bloody wounds, imagining how much they must hurt. what has he done to himself?.

she rose from her chair and followed him to the adjourning room. her eyes wandered his body, taking in the cuts and bruises, the obvious abuse it had been through. his bath had been drawn and she came to stand beside him as her lowered his large body into the steaming water.

she picks up the hand towel, wetting it, but hesitates for a moment before proceding to wash him. not wishing him to notice her reluctance, she takes the washcloth and lets it slide up his arm and across his shoulders, taking care with his wounds, frowning when the cloth returns stained red. she drops to her knees, and gently presses the cloth into a deep gash on his shoulder, feeling his body tense in suppressed pain. she quickly moves on, placing her hand on his back to gently guide him foward. she continues to wash him, feeling him relax under her touch.

Marcus' body was soothed as he dropped down into the steaming water. He could tell Elizabeth was a little reluctant to wash him, but he didn't care all he wanted was to let the water ease his aching muscles. Wincing when she brushed over a wound on his shoulder, he tried to control his pain. As Elizabeth gently pushed him forward, he leaned up and let her wash his back, her soft touch relaxing him.

As he sat with his eyes closed and Elizabeth gently washing him, he thought back on the mornings activities in his room. He could still hear her crying out to him, and the way her body had trembled from his touch. He could feel his sex getting hard and heavy, her breath was on his neck as she leaned over the tub to run the hand towel over his chest.

Leaning back he started drifting to sleep while Elizabeth continued with her gentle touch.

elizabeth could sense her breath becomming heavier as she trailed the washcloth over marcus' muscled chest. she hadnt had much opportunity to study his body that morning and now, having him so open to her, she was enjoying her exploration. she feels a blush rising to her cheeks as she has to lean over marcus to reach the other side of his body, so close that she can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. she lingers a moment before pulling back, her task completed.

marcus lays back as the cloth travels down to his stomach, cleaning away the splattered blood. elizabeth's eyes are drawn to his manhood and she exhales sharply in suprise at finding him already hardening. she turns her eyes to marcus', but finds them closed, marcus already drifting into a light sleep. looking down, embarrased, she procedes to wash the rest of his body, extending her exploration. when he is completly clean, she again lifts her eyes to his face, finding him sleeping peacefully. without thinking, she allows herself to brush a stray lock of hair from his forhead, her fingers then dropping down to caress his cheek. she sighs softly when she feels his warm breath on her wrist, lingering a moment before pulling away. deciding not to disturb him, she rises and walks to a chair in the corner of the room. she climbs into it and wraps her arms around her knees, watching him silently until she falls into a light sleep.

When Marcus woke, he was sitting in a tub of freezing water, his bones aching and his teeth chattering. Standing, he wrapped a towel around his hips, wondering why Elizabeth had left him sleeping in the water.

He noticed a few things at once, Elizabeth was asleep in his chair, it was dark outside and his dinner was sitting cold and uneaten on the side table. Walking to the chair and table where Elizabeth sat, he picked up a piece of bread and began to eat.

Elizabeth .. who had somehow managed to remain a virgin sat in the chair, looking like the innocent young princess she was. Her long curly brown hair falling across her beautiful face. Wanting to touch her, Marcus reached down and ran his fingers across her creamy skin. After finishing his piece of bread, he drank the wine in one swallow, he then reached down to lift her into his arms. He wanted to please her again, to hear her crying out again. He didn't even want to think about what his wanting to please her meant.

elizabeth made a small sound when marcus lifted her into his arms. she began to stirr, pulling herself tighter into his body as she slowly woke. her eyes opened as her sleep-fogged mind tried to understand what was happening. she looked up at marcus and shifted again, bringing her arms up around his neck.

he carried her into the bedroom and over to the bed. this time, elizabeth was not afraid to share a bed with him. he lowered her carefully into the blankets but does not immediatly pull away.

remembering the coolness of his skin next to hers as he carried her, she murmurs observationally, "youre cold"

"That is your fault, you should have woken me up" Moving from her Marcus rolled Elizabeth onto her stomach. *smack, smack* He brought his hand down on her ass twice, hearing her yelp in surprise and pain "Don't let it happen again"

He leaned down and kissed the red hand prints on her ass. Bringing his hand down again, leaving another mark, Marcus started rubbing her butt. Rolling her back over, his hand immediately went between her legs, his mouth covered hers. While his finger barely slipped in and out of her wet sex, his mouth had found her nipples. Biting and pulling on them with his teeth, he ran his fingers around her clit, teasing it, feeling her get wetter and her soft moans and whimpers getting a little louder. Marcus moved down between her legs, his mouth covering her sex. He sucked on her clit, his finger rubbing around her pussy. He wanted to bring her to another shattering orgasm before sliding his cock into her tight wet pussy.


elizabeth grits her teeth against the pain of marcus' hand on the tender skin of her ass, still sore from his beating the other night. she had been prepared to apologize for leaving him in the water, she hadnt meant to fall asleep, but her feelings of regret and guilt evaporated more with every hit. she pulled her hands into fists, prepared to fight him, when he rolled her over and covered her mouth with his, bringing his hand between her legs.

she hated him for making her feel like this, for confusing her so badly. she glared at him even as she moaned and whimpered, bringing her hands to his shoulders to both push him away and pull him closer.

through her moans she protested weakly, "no, stop it... stop. damnit, yesssss"

 

[lizzy1228]

1. CEO
James blushed a bit, and noticed Lizzy had bitten her lip. He turned away. Minutes later, as Simone was enjoying a most wonderful sleep, the car stopped.

"We're here at the restaurant," Lizzy said.

1. CEO

"Will...?" lizzy prompted gently, trying to catch his attention. he had been a million miles away during the last minuites of their ride, but lizzy hadnt been in the mood for conversation anyway. she watched as he turned back to her, seeing his eyes fill with the suprise they still had whenever he looked at her.

with a small smile and a quiet "c'mon", she climbs from the car. she leads him to the restraunt and smiles warmly when he opens the door for her. "ever the gentlemen..."

looking up at him with a slight grin, she says "gee, your mother would be so proud"

 

[lizzy1228]

As he approached her room, he heard her. "Ohhhh.... mmmm... Yes... please... oh..." He grew embarrassed. Of course his daughter would have these sort of dreams. He smiled at her womanhood. "Ahhhh.... unnnnhhh... fuuuuck me ohhhhhhh...." His smiled disappeared. This was a bit much. Time to wake her up. "Ah yes ah yes.... uhhh... ohhhhh..." The door was open... inviting. "MMMmm.. MMMmmmnnnhhh... urrrrmmm..." He looked through the door to see her, grinding her hips against her pillow. She was asleep, thrashing in bed. Her shirt was partially unbuttoned, her breasts pushing against them, nipples visible. Her skirt covered her hips. Her legs pressed against the pillow, as if she tried to devour it with from below.

James was suitably aroused. With his wife, it was simple. Touch her face, kiss her lips, see her wake up with a smile. She would coo to him the name she called him, the name his daughter breathed in her sleep.

"Daddy..."

4. Daddy's Little Girl

lizzy was having the most wonderful dream.

she was being fucked, and being fucked hard. there was a man on top of her, pinning her down and pounding into her young body. she couldnt see his face, but she felt his body inside hers, touching hers, and covering hers. she raked her fingers down his back as she grinded her hips into his, seeking more of the pleasure he promised.

"fuck me.. yes, harder, OH!"

she then heard a low, gravily voice in her ear, speaking to her. "you like that honey? open your eyes. i want you to look at me while i split you open"

lizzy moaned and complied, her heavy-lidded eyes taking a moment to refocus. when they did, she was suprised to find herself looking up into a pair of eyes that matched hers.

"DADDY!!"

she thrashed beneath him, trying both to escape and seek more.

 

[scribe_m]

2. Sauna

Cedric feels Lizzy's hand, embracing his cock, more gently. He slowly fucks her hand, the moisture of the sauna accumulated it. He dives down again, kissing her, his lips entwined with hers, sucking her tongue. His hand fondles a breast, massaging its hardness, feeling it swell underneath his touch. He then licks the aureola, and circle of saliva mixing with the condensation on her flesh. He then bites her nub, taking it into his mouth, licking and sucking it. He moves his cock closer to her slit, her hand now guiding him. Resting his balls on her folds, he begins thrusting, his cock sliding and the underside coating with her juices from her wanting pussy. She places her hand on the top of his cock, watching it slide in and out. His balls slap against the folds of her vagina, as he continues to thrust in and out.


3. Physical Therepy

Cedric continues touching Lizzy's silken panties. He feels the satiny texture, as well as the moisture. With a breathy voice, she responds, "mmm, yes, there was a little...incident with the water. it seems to have made my panties all wet."

"Well, perhaps we should take them off," Cedric suggests. Lizzy smiles as she comes closer. He inserts his hand underneath her panties, massaging the mons, then sliding a digit into her slip. She closes her eyes, squeezing the sponge in her hand, water dripping all over Cedric's chest. Blushing, she touches the sponge to his chest, rubbing it, absorbing the water.


4. Daddy's Little Girl

James crept into her room, knowing not why he did this. Or at least not admitting to himself. He saw his daughter, clad in her uniform, undulating her body underneat the bed. He saw her chest moving, her hips grinding, against some unseen force in the air.

"fuck me.. yes, harder, OH!" she screamed, undeniably blurting her dream into the air. A sudden moan made James indecisive.

"DADDY!!" she yelled, opening her eyes. James suddenly grabbed her, protecting her from whatever horrid thought was taking her in her dreams.

He held her tightly against him, caressing her body, touching her flesh. "Daddy's here, sweetheart", he whispered, lips close to her cheeks. "Daddy's here..."


5. The Submission They Will Learn

Marcus ignores the pleading of the weak woman, pathetically struggling underneath him. His tongue forces itself into her mouth, pressing, smashing him lips into hers. His hand gropes her underneath, his finger pressing into her, violating her. Legs clamp down around his hands, trying to hold him still. But failing, as one finger, then another, enters into her dry sex...



Scribe.