HippieChick
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The Ambush
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queen-mab
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Princess Skye
Princess Skye tried to relax as Simon’s body eased down between her thighs. Through the feverish haze of her arousal she could feel herself beginning to panic despite the long and tender love she felt for the man.
Without his layers of garments he seemed so much larger...her legs ached as she stretched to fit them around his waist. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. His bulk was all hard and rippling muscle; but she was small, and in his arms she felt smaller still. Defenseless. The prey in the claws of an eagle.
His hands stroked over her tenderly, gentling her, calming her. The love she felt for him surged to a peak that made her eyes fill with tears. She knew he did not want to hurt her, but she also knew that he had no choice if she truly wanted him to possess her.
His thumbs flicked against her nipples, over and over again, keeping her at fever pitch. She was restless beneath him, and he guided his manhood gently between her labia, stroking her with it teasingly. The head was enormous and wet...she groaned with ever increasing desire as he rubbed it against her clit. His mouth closed upon her ear, and he whispered to her, encouraging her as his hands continued their skillful stimulation of her breasts. He knew, of course, that it would be easier for her if she could climax again before he tried to enter her. Though he thought he would explode from the effort of trying to keep his control, he was determined to help her to find her release.
So he held himself rigidly as she squirmed against the head of his cock. He could feel the nectar pouring from her, and it was all he could do not to dip his head and lick her again. There was something about the taste of a woman that he found irresistible, and it had been so long since Nasreen, or any woman, had allowed him that pleasure. He was hungry for sex in every pore of his body. More than a year of abstinence had left him with a voracious desire that made him feel he might not be flaccid again for weeks.
He could feel her shuddering, and he pushed his cock gently into her. The contact almost made him spill his seed as he felt her channel contracting around him. He gritted his teeth and made a superhuman effort, nuzzling her throat as she cried out and writhed against him. Then he steeled himself and pushed again, this time harder, against the barrier of maidenhood he felt stretched like an iron gate before him.
Skye stiffened and her fingers twisted in the sheets. Simon opened his eyes and saw the look of pain on her face. It almost stopped him.
“Are you sure you want this, Skye?” (Although wryly he had to admit to himself that he had no idea what he would do if she suddenly changed her mind. Rape was not that impossible, he thought, when a man was in the state he was in now.)
But she whispered that she wanted him still, and he tried again to pierce through her veil of maiden’s flesh. The sweat poured from him as he strained to control the pressure of his long, thick cock against her hymen. His largeness had always been something marvelled at by women. He had seen the pleasure they could take from it. But he had never opened a virgin girl before, and certainly not one as young as the Princess Skye. The pain he saw in her face unnerved him slightly. He kissed her deeply, trying not to think of that pain, trying to force their way into the place where only pleasure awaited them both.
She was so tight that he did not think he could last much longer. The feeling of her was exquisite...a torment...a temptation so strong that he knew he would lose control any second. He could not stop himself. His hands closed around her shoulders and he pushed.
Skye’s cry of agony rent the air.
Princess Skye tried to relax as Simon’s body eased down between her thighs. Through the feverish haze of her arousal she could feel herself beginning to panic despite the long and tender love she felt for the man.
Without his layers of garments he seemed so much larger...her legs ached as she stretched to fit them around his waist. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. His bulk was all hard and rippling muscle; but she was small, and in his arms she felt smaller still. Defenseless. The prey in the claws of an eagle.
His hands stroked over her tenderly, gentling her, calming her. The love she felt for him surged to a peak that made her eyes fill with tears. She knew he did not want to hurt her, but she also knew that he had no choice if she truly wanted him to possess her.
His thumbs flicked against her nipples, over and over again, keeping her at fever pitch. She was restless beneath him, and he guided his manhood gently between her labia, stroking her with it teasingly. The head was enormous and wet...she groaned with ever increasing desire as he rubbed it against her clit. His mouth closed upon her ear, and he whispered to her, encouraging her as his hands continued their skillful stimulation of her breasts. He knew, of course, that it would be easier for her if she could climax again before he tried to enter her. Though he thought he would explode from the effort of trying to keep his control, he was determined to help her to find her release.
So he held himself rigidly as she squirmed against the head of his cock. He could feel the nectar pouring from her, and it was all he could do not to dip his head and lick her again. There was something about the taste of a woman that he found irresistible, and it had been so long since Nasreen, or any woman, had allowed him that pleasure. He was hungry for sex in every pore of his body. More than a year of abstinence had left him with a voracious desire that made him feel he might not be flaccid again for weeks.
He could feel her shuddering, and he pushed his cock gently into her. The contact almost made him spill his seed as he felt her channel contracting around him. He gritted his teeth and made a superhuman effort, nuzzling her throat as she cried out and writhed against him. Then he steeled himself and pushed again, this time harder, against the barrier of maidenhood he felt stretched like an iron gate before him.
Skye stiffened and her fingers twisted in the sheets. Simon opened his eyes and saw the look of pain on her face. It almost stopped him.
“Are you sure you want this, Skye?” (Although wryly he had to admit to himself that he had no idea what he would do if she suddenly changed her mind. Rape was not that impossible, he thought, when a man was in the state he was in now.)
But she whispered that she wanted him still, and he tried again to pierce through her veil of maiden’s flesh. The sweat poured from him as he strained to control the pressure of his long, thick cock against her hymen. His largeness had always been something marvelled at by women. He had seen the pleasure they could take from it. But he had never opened a virgin girl before, and certainly not one as young as the Princess Skye. The pain he saw in her face unnerved him slightly. He kissed her deeply, trying not to think of that pain, trying to force their way into the place where only pleasure awaited them both.
She was so tight that he did not think he could last much longer. The feeling of her was exquisite...a torment...a temptation so strong that he knew he would lose control any second. He could not stop himself. His hands closed around her shoulders and he pushed.
Skye’s cry of agony rent the air.
Narrator
"I am so very relieved that the princess is home safely," said Beauregard, standing in the hallway with the doctor. "No doubt she is very concerned about Simon, after their shared ordeal."
The two men heard the bar of the door slide into place, but paid it no great heed.
The doctor nodded. "Yes my lord, it would appear that all turned out for the best."
Turning to the guards, Beauregard gave instructions. "Please let no one disturb the princess when she returns to her room. There is no doubt that she will need her rest."
From within the room, the sound of Skye's voice crying out reached ears of the assembled group.
"Oh, the poor girl. She must have been so distraught from the abduction that she has broken into tears." Beauregard‘s eyes narrowed. "I cannot wait for Corbin and Eustace to bring the head of that despicable bandit leader to us. I should like to spit in his lifeless face before they set torch to it."
The doctor laughed. "Well, at least there was no harm done to either of them, save emotional damage perhaps. Simon is the same whole man he was when he left. Not a scratch upon him."
Beauregard smiled sadly. "You are too kind , Doctor, to speak of Simon as a whole man. What a horrible mutilation he has undergone within his life. How strong a man he is to have endured as he has despite his...physical inadequacy."
The doctor looked to Beauregard in a confused manner . "My lord, what can you mean?"
Beauregard laughed a little guiltily. "Good Doctor, you do not have to act as if I do not know, for I, the king's advisor have known the eunuch better than most. You could almost say that I have been his closest friend here at court."
The doctor took a step backward as his stomach dropped.
"My lord, forgive me for saying such, but the man within that room is a whole man. In fact he is better endowed than most of our gender!"
Beauregard looked sharply toward the doctor, his hands dropping to his sides as the smile faded from his face.
"Surely you jest, Sir. I warn you, such comments are most tasteless if they be spoken in mockery."
"Upon my honor as a doctor I swear it to be the truth!"
Beauregard gripped the back of the chair beside him, his knees weakened as all color departed from his face. He sank downwards, missed the chair, and landed on the floor instead. Betrayal, deceit and fury surged through his mind. Could it be true that Simon, who had been taken into the confidence of himself as well as the royal family, was a sham? Beauregard‘s eyes remained fixed ahead of him as if the words of the doctor had turned him to stone.
The doctor took a couple of cautious steps toward him.
"My lord Beauregard?" he said nervously.
Just then, from within the room, the pain-wracked scream of the princess was heard. Beauregard, snapped from shock to immediate rage, flailed his arms upwards as he jumped to his feet, striking the doctor under the chin by accident and sending him reeling to the floor.
"Damn! Is the entire realm full of thieves and charlatans?!! Lads, hack that door down this minute! Up with your halbards! There is a beast more heinous within that room than the most vile of bandits!!!"
Beauregard moved quickly across the hall, taking into his hands a bust of the king of Toran. Muttering quickly under his breath "Forgive me Sire, but your daughter is being defiled! Rest assured I shall not allow that blackguard Simon to escape!"
With that Beauregard lifted the heavy bust. Fuelled by rage, he began to move quickly toward the door and faltered as he nearly struck the doctor once again by virtue of the statue's sheer weight and momentum. The guards brought their weapons down repeatedly on the door fiercely, but the thick door held true. Beauregard wrestled with the bust, looking angrily toward the doctor.
"On your feet, you worthless sack! Help me! The Princess Skye is in danger! Think of the succession, man!"
The doctor quickly regained his composure, and Beauregard nodded curtly.
He looked towards the door in determination.
"On three now, Doctor! One! Two! Threeeeeee!"
The two men rushed forward, propelling the head of the bust against the door. The sound of the thick wooden bar cracking gave the advisor confidence for a second drive.
"Come help us, lads! In the name of Toran, we must rescue the Princess!!!"
The guards placed their halbards against the wall as they helped to steady the statue. On a second count of three, the men rushed forward with a yell as the head of the statue struck once again against the door, causing it to fall from its hinges. Quickly the guards and Beauregard released the statue, leaving the full weight upon the doctor, which drove him back against the mounting pedestle of the bust. The sound of stone collapsing to the ground and a vain human cry for help ended with the rolling of the statue's head into the room just in front of the advancing men. It came to rest just at the foot of the bed upon which Simon and the Princess were entwined.
Beauregard's face twisted with rage as he viewed Simon and the Princess naked before him.
"Simon, you arrogant and worthless gnat!! In the name of Toran, I arrest you for treason, espionage and most unforgivably rape against the princess of Toran!�E
"Help!" cried the Doctor feebly from the hall.
"How dare you lie to me all these years! I have no reason to doubt now that you were the mastermind behind the bandits as well!"
"I am being crushed �Ehelp!!" cried the Doctor again.
"Men, I command you to gag him and throw him into irons. He shall never again see the light of day."
"The Doctor?" queried one of the men a little doubtfully.
"Of course not the Doctor, you imbecile! The traitor Simon! Do it without delay!"
The men advanced quickly, grabbing Simon‘s arms.
Beauregard's eyes narrowed. "If you resist them now, Simon, I shall have no choice myself but to make you in truth what you have claimed to be all along."
Beauregard growled as he drew a dagger from his hip, waving it menacingly to underscore his threat
"I am so very relieved that the princess is home safely," said Beauregard, standing in the hallway with the doctor. "No doubt she is very concerned about Simon, after their shared ordeal."
The two men heard the bar of the door slide into place, but paid it no great heed.
The doctor nodded. "Yes my lord, it would appear that all turned out for the best."
Turning to the guards, Beauregard gave instructions. "Please let no one disturb the princess when she returns to her room. There is no doubt that she will need her rest."
From within the room, the sound of Skye's voice crying out reached ears of the assembled group.
"Oh, the poor girl. She must have been so distraught from the abduction that she has broken into tears." Beauregard‘s eyes narrowed. "I cannot wait for Corbin and Eustace to bring the head of that despicable bandit leader to us. I should like to spit in his lifeless face before they set torch to it."
The doctor laughed. "Well, at least there was no harm done to either of them, save emotional damage perhaps. Simon is the same whole man he was when he left. Not a scratch upon him."
Beauregard smiled sadly. "You are too kind , Doctor, to speak of Simon as a whole man. What a horrible mutilation he has undergone within his life. How strong a man he is to have endured as he has despite his...physical inadequacy."
The doctor looked to Beauregard in a confused manner . "My lord, what can you mean?"
Beauregard laughed a little guiltily. "Good Doctor, you do not have to act as if I do not know, for I, the king's advisor have known the eunuch better than most. You could almost say that I have been his closest friend here at court."
The doctor took a step backward as his stomach dropped.
"My lord, forgive me for saying such, but the man within that room is a whole man. In fact he is better endowed than most of our gender!"
Beauregard looked sharply toward the doctor, his hands dropping to his sides as the smile faded from his face.
"Surely you jest, Sir. I warn you, such comments are most tasteless if they be spoken in mockery."
"Upon my honor as a doctor I swear it to be the truth!"
Beauregard gripped the back of the chair beside him, his knees weakened as all color departed from his face. He sank downwards, missed the chair, and landed on the floor instead. Betrayal, deceit and fury surged through his mind. Could it be true that Simon, who had been taken into the confidence of himself as well as the royal family, was a sham? Beauregard‘s eyes remained fixed ahead of him as if the words of the doctor had turned him to stone.
The doctor took a couple of cautious steps toward him.
"My lord Beauregard?" he said nervously.
Just then, from within the room, the pain-wracked scream of the princess was heard. Beauregard, snapped from shock to immediate rage, flailed his arms upwards as he jumped to his feet, striking the doctor under the chin by accident and sending him reeling to the floor.
"Damn! Is the entire realm full of thieves and charlatans?!! Lads, hack that door down this minute! Up with your halbards! There is a beast more heinous within that room than the most vile of bandits!!!"
Beauregard moved quickly across the hall, taking into his hands a bust of the king of Toran. Muttering quickly under his breath "Forgive me Sire, but your daughter is being defiled! Rest assured I shall not allow that blackguard Simon to escape!"
With that Beauregard lifted the heavy bust. Fuelled by rage, he began to move quickly toward the door and faltered as he nearly struck the doctor once again by virtue of the statue's sheer weight and momentum. The guards brought their weapons down repeatedly on the door fiercely, but the thick door held true. Beauregard wrestled with the bust, looking angrily toward the doctor.
"On your feet, you worthless sack! Help me! The Princess Skye is in danger! Think of the succession, man!"
The doctor quickly regained his composure, and Beauregard nodded curtly.
He looked towards the door in determination.
"On three now, Doctor! One! Two! Threeeeeee!"
The two men rushed forward, propelling the head of the bust against the door. The sound of the thick wooden bar cracking gave the advisor confidence for a second drive.
"Come help us, lads! In the name of Toran, we must rescue the Princess!!!"
The guards placed their halbards against the wall as they helped to steady the statue. On a second count of three, the men rushed forward with a yell as the head of the statue struck once again against the door, causing it to fall from its hinges. Quickly the guards and Beauregard released the statue, leaving the full weight upon the doctor, which drove him back against the mounting pedestle of the bust. The sound of stone collapsing to the ground and a vain human cry for help ended with the rolling of the statue's head into the room just in front of the advancing men. It came to rest just at the foot of the bed upon which Simon and the Princess were entwined.
Beauregard's face twisted with rage as he viewed Simon and the Princess naked before him.
"Simon, you arrogant and worthless gnat!! In the name of Toran, I arrest you for treason, espionage and most unforgivably rape against the princess of Toran!�E
"Help!" cried the Doctor feebly from the hall.
"How dare you lie to me all these years! I have no reason to doubt now that you were the mastermind behind the bandits as well!"
"I am being crushed �Ehelp!!" cried the Doctor again.
"Men, I command you to gag him and throw him into irons. He shall never again see the light of day."
"The Doctor?" queried one of the men a little doubtfully.
"Of course not the Doctor, you imbecile! The traitor Simon! Do it without delay!"
The men advanced quickly, grabbing Simon‘s arms.
Beauregard's eyes narrowed. "If you resist them now, Simon, I shall have no choice myself but to make you in truth what you have claimed to be all along."
Beauregard growled as he drew a dagger from his hip, waving it menacingly to underscore his threat
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HippieChick
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I hate to hit everyone with this so unexpectedly, but I have discovered that SRP takes up way too damn much of my time. Too much time that I need to use for other things in my life. I sincerely apologize for not giving advance notice. You may write my character out of the story or give the character to anyone who wants it. I've enjoyed writing with all of you, but it's a bit too much work for me. Thank you all, and again, sorry.
A Requiem for a Thread
*Arius stood silently within the graveyard of Lit threads. Standing in solitude he knelt next to the stone entitled "The Ambush".
It had lived a good life, though short.
A wonderful friend was made despite its own hardships, one that would be treasured for years to come.
Looking over the stone Arius began contemplating, what could he have done differently? Was he the true murderer of the thread? No, circumstance was the assassin and he decided to leave it at that.
Placing one single rose upon the cold slab he laid to rest Darius Hawker, Alex, Princess Skye and Simon. May they rest in peace until their next life where they shall wear different masks.
Rising to full length he bowed his head once more, turned and departed*
OOC: My humblest of thanks be to all the readers of the thread. I have chosen to end it as my own time with my computer draws short and RL has reared its ugly head for the remainder of my players.
Thank you for your loyalty my players and it is my prayer that we may do this once again soon. Be well and safe paths to all of you
-Arius-
*Arius stood silently within the graveyard of Lit threads. Standing in solitude he knelt next to the stone entitled "The Ambush".
It had lived a good life, though short.
A wonderful friend was made despite its own hardships, one that would be treasured for years to come.
Looking over the stone Arius began contemplating, what could he have done differently? Was he the true murderer of the thread? No, circumstance was the assassin and he decided to leave it at that.
Placing one single rose upon the cold slab he laid to rest Darius Hawker, Alex, Princess Skye and Simon. May they rest in peace until their next life where they shall wear different masks.
Rising to full length he bowed his head once more, turned and departed*
OOC: My humblest of thanks be to all the readers of the thread. I have chosen to end it as my own time with my computer draws short and RL has reared its ugly head for the remainder of my players.
Thank you for your loyalty my players and it is my prayer that we may do this once again soon. Be well and safe paths to all of you
-Arius-
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queen-mab
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Arius and Sinjun, many thanks for a wonderful working experience. Hopefully we will all meet again up the road apace.
If one thing is even greater than the chance to live out a fantasy, I think it must be finding new friendship. I treasure you both, and let us not lose touch!
And thanks to everyone who read this thread!
*draws on her robe and exits stage right, to search through the costumes on the rack in her dressing-room and find the one she will wear next time*
mab
If one thing is even greater than the chance to live out a fantasy, I think it must be finding new friendship. I treasure you both, and let us not lose touch!
And thanks to everyone who read this thread!
*draws on her robe and exits stage right, to search through the costumes on the rack in her dressing-room and find the one she will wear next time*
mab
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*sniffles*
*clambers over her mountainous moving boxes to tumble onto a pile of packing peanuts while sniffling sadly*
Oh! I am very sad to see this end. I was so eager to work with the plot twist.
To Arius and Mab: Thank you both so very much for having me, a totally green newbie, and allowing me to learn from both of you. I do look forward to one day collaborating with you two again. You are both fantasic writers with wonderful imaginations. I was very fortunate to have cross paths with you.
*rummages through some boxes to stand triumphantly with a semi-working cable connection for her computer* Finally!
*digs to the bottom of another box as she searches for a new thread to join*
*clambers over her mountainous moving boxes to tumble onto a pile of packing peanuts while sniffling sadly*
Oh! I am very sad to see this end. I was so eager to work with the plot twist.
To Arius and Mab: Thank you both so very much for having me, a totally green newbie, and allowing me to learn from both of you. I do look forward to one day collaborating with you two again. You are both fantasic writers with wonderful imaginations. I was very fortunate to have cross paths with you.
*rummages through some boxes to stand triumphantly with a semi-working cable connection for her computer* Finally!
*digs to the bottom of another box as she searches for a new thread to join*
