The Coltish Beauty {PM Me}

[Naturestrikes]

The Coltish Beauty {Closed for marauder13}

The city at night was quite frightening, if one thought about it. Glaring lights of the streetlamps, wailing noises in the distance and sometimes even up close that threatened to drive insane the ones who weren't used to such noises. It was worse if you weren't from around those parts, if you weren't used to anything to do with the city. Everything was foreign, there were barely any swaying trees and morning songs which were usually sung by chirping birds were replaced with noisy cars that never seemed to stop growling during the day either. In different areas, smells would be different. Some would be truly delicious smells wafting from stalls downtown and others would be dark alleyways where nobody ventured and there were oversized metallic boxes of rotting food and who knew what else.

She wasn't used to such loudness, such dirtiness, such vile behaviour from her own kind! She'd grown under the kind hands of her master, who had started off kind and treated her well as he'd fed her, clothed her lean body, allowed her to bathe and gave her her own quarters in the manor -- on several occassions when his love was away, she'd even been allowed to share the bed with her beloved master. All of those treats were given in exchange of eternal servitude to him, serving him said meals and keeping the house tidy for him. It was a lovely life to live, and she was grateful. Until, the stupid woman, her mistress left him and her master became frustrated. On some nights he would cry and ask his servant what he had done wrong, whilst on others he would be furious, and blame her for the fate that had befallen him.

On said nights, Maikyrie had no choice but to help him endure his temper. It started with snapping and insults, and when the nights where he was angry became more frequent, the worse the temper would become. Abuse took a sharp turn from verbal into physical. Maikyrie had tried pleading, begging, crying for him to stop-- but to her surprise it only served to fuel his rage. One night, after a particularly harsh beating, Maikyrie limped into his room whilst he slept, crept towards him silently, then jumped on him in a swift movement and ended his life with a quick swipe to his throat with the knife she'd previously sliced vegetables with. She'd changed clothes then, didn't think to grab anything else and fled quickly, as if she thought he was going to follow her when it was obvious he wasn't going to. She knew what she'd gone was very wrong.

And here she was. These dirty streets, car horns blaring in her ears and people yelling at her for no reason. It wasn't her fault she had to push past them to get anywhere. Tackling them was difficult, and a few times some dodgy males had tried to rip what little clothing she had left straight off. She'd lunged and bit them, delivered a blow to their faces, their stomachs, unmentionable places if she had to, and ran as fast as she could in her worn boots, ignoring the yells of fury that echoed behind her. Those noises nearly had her turning back to hit them again, as it reminded her of her master, the anger in his eyes and the sharp blows he delivered to her lean body.

"Watch it, tramp!" A man snapped at her, and she bared her teeth suddenly, nearly reaching out to try and rip open his neck before she yanked herself away from him and took a sharp turn into an alleyway to try a different street. Her direction was aimless, and it was idiotic hoping that she'd find a place to stay soon. To her, the only place that had ever existed was the manor in the country side, and the only things that surrounded it were the orchids and endless fields. Walking for days had taken her to the most random of places, and sometimes she'd even had to rob food and drink from places. The originally neat, albeit too-tight clothing had gradually become torn and ragged, but at least her flat-soled boots were keeping for now, they used to belong to her former Mistress, but they fit Maikyrie better, fitting snugly and comfortably at the foot, whilst clinging to coltish tanned legs and stopping just below the knee.

Scraping tousled curly black long hair back behind her ears, she revealed two molten blue eyes. Her face was sort of angled in a way, fine eyebrows near constantly furrowed and shoulders as tense as a bowstring. She could not relax. Not here, not now.

That night was a particularly bad one. As it began to rain, her brow creased in annoyance and tiredness, and she stood for a moment, staring at the sky and letting rain splash down onto her skin. It seeped through what little clothing she had on and made it cling desperately to her frame, sticking to now water-slick legs and her slender waist. Her hair soon became saturated, hanging heavily about her shoulders and matting itself against her skull. Breathing in deep, she allowed the rain to wash over her exhausted body as she stood, halfway between the street and between the alleyway.

The clicking footsteps of high heels suddenly came into earshot and she didn't even take time to think or look before she bolted down another alleyway, heart thudding in her chest. Her vision was blurred with fright, and so it came as a huge shock to her as she ran straight into the firm chest of a man.

 

[marauder13]

The long haired, lanky young man huddled on the ground, whimpering as he stared at the ground between his feet. His good quality clothing was dirty, and torn in a few places, particularly the shirt.

Looking over him was another man, but he was tall, solidly built and looking around making sure that they were not going to be disturbed. The larger man was dressed in a turtleneck sweater, top line jeans and good leather shoes. His dark hair was combed back, and the equally dark eyes seemed to suck in what little light was available.

"Timmy, how many times have I told you not to sell your stuff on my turf? Hmmm.... to be honest, I stopped counting at five, which was six times too often at that point. I don't mind you selling your stuff, Timmy. I mind when you do it on my turf. I'm the only one who sells on my turf."

He dropped into a squat next to the cowering young man. "If I let you go without some form of reminder, then everyone else will think that it's fine to do business on my turf. And then it'll get messy for everyone. So, Timmy, I need your help to tell everyone that they can't do business on my turf."

Timmy looked up in a mixed of surprise and relief. He quickly wiped away the twin trails of snot that went from his nose to his chin. "I... I'll help you."

"Good, Timmy. I knew I could count on you to see good sense." The bigger man stood up, helping Timmy to his feet. He helped smooth out the younger man's clothing, and straighten out his hair. "Now, we need to you look a little bit more presentable. There. All good. So, you ready to help me?"

"Yes," he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Good. Let's go then." He pointed to the mouth of the alley, the young man turning to head in the indicated direction. Once his back was turned, the larger man pulled out a small revolver from inside the back of his jeans. With a quick motion, he pressed the barrel just behind the young man's ear, and squeezed the trigger. There was a loud crack, and the young man fell to the ground, dead.

"Timmy, no one sells stuff on my turf, and walks. Feel lucky I was in such a good mood."

He got maybe a few yards from Timmy's corpse when the rain started. He glanced into the sky, annoyed at getting wet. He was tempted to go back and thank Timmy for him being outside tonight when he had other plans.

Before he could take a step, someone ran into him. He looked down to find a young woman, soaked to the bone form the look of it. She was dressed in very little, and that had seen better days. He also saw the signs of lack of food, in how some of her bones were showing up under her skin. He dark hair framed a pleasantly angular face that was sporting a frightened expression.

"Hello, my dear," he said, instinctively grabbing her forearms to keep her from falling backward from the collision. "You look like you could use a hand. You're lucky tonight, in that I'm willing to lend you that hand. You hungry?"

She wasn't a junkie, she had the wrong vibe. She wasn't a hooker either, as he knew all those that worked on his turf. Those who didn't have his permission were given choices, work elsewhere, or work by his rules. Very few opted for the third option. No, this one screamed runaway.

She would use a feed, and he felt like celebrating a little. "Come on, let's get you some food. What's your name, girlie?"

 

[Naturestrikes]

The collision was unexpected and made her entire body jolt in utter shock. She'd fallen straight into the warmer, broader front of a human male. Immediately blue eyes swivelled up to eye the man, in limited light she tried to catch his expression. The moment he grabbed her, though, was the moment her eyes widened into saucers with utter shock and petrified, she yanked herself away and bared her teeth almost animalistically at him, staggering back and holding onto herself as if for her own support.

Must... get away... now...

Sodden and shaking hard in front of the man with curly black tresses sticking to her cheeks and matting against her head slightly, Maikyrie's flat stomach decided to give an insistent rumble at the mention of food. A soft growl left her own lips and she kept her hands on her own clingy clothing, stood warily eyeing him as if he was going to raise his hand to her any moment, or worse. His intentions were much different though; but she couldn't let herself be fooled by the mask. She knew how easily, she knew too easily how a man could turn.

As if to rub salt in the wounds, a breeze began to pick up. It soon turned into quite a violent wind, and a shiver ran through her entire body. She found her gaze falling behind the dark stranger as she spotted a limp body behind him. She stared at it for a long time, noting how it's chest wasn't moving up and down-- just like what had happened when she'd torn open her former master's throat. She took another step back, growling yet again and looking fit to bolt in the opposite direction at any given moment.

Cold, hungry and looking as if she was about to pass out, Maikyrie finally spoke in a low rumble, "I-I'm fine..."

 

[marauder13]

She struggled to break free of his grip. If he wanted to, he could have held her. But dealing with Timmy had put him into a good frame of mind, and allowed her to have her space. She clung to herself, half out of fright, half out of the need to remain warm. The local streetwalkers were better dressed for the weather than this girl, while still being able to show off their assets. He heard her stomach rumble between gaps in the sounds around them.

The wind picked up, and she shivered noticeably, but still kept her distance from him. He had only so much patience, and his good mood was disappearing in the face of the young girl's reaction to him. She continued to snarl at him, baring her teeth like some stray dog. Given how she was dressed, he wouldn't be surprised if a local pack hooked up with her.

She finally spoke in a low, gravely tone. "I-I'm fine..."

"Yeah, and I'm fucking Santa Claus. Look, girlie, you're hungry and cold. I'm going to get food. If you want any, you can follow me. Sit at the same table as me, and order what you want. After that, do what the fuck you want."

He turned and walked back towards the street, turned left at the corner. If she wanted a feed, she'd get one. If not, he'd have a feed and go home for a good warm bath.

 

[Naturestrikes]

The offer of food was too good to resist... But then started the internal battle of whether she should follow or not. No trust. No trust whatsoever in this male. But he was offering her warmth and food that would fill her soon-to-be-concaving stomach. As if in timed reminder, it gave another soft groan in pleading, and Maikyrie swallowed thickly, throat dry as she took a step forwards. She mightn't have known who Santa Claus was, but she did know that offering food was unmistakably a kind gesture-- one that, if ignored, could be deemed both rude and idiotic on her half. She needed food to sustain herself.

Sopping wet and hungry, Maikyrie took another step forward but was met by another challenge. The dead body before her was too familiar. It mirrored how her master had looked when she'd rolled him over onto his front. Unmoving. Dead. She noticed there was blood pooling around his body, and her gaze whipped up to this strange man as he disappeared around the corner. She bolted after him, shivering as she fell into step behind him and jumped at random little things like cars beeping and sirens wailing in the distance.

Holding the dripping rags of her clothes to her body, she adjusted how they sat slightly. The rain was making her torn vest under an equally torn jacket sag and droop over her breasts which strained fully against the material. The vest had also been something her mistress had left for her, and having had smaller breasts than Maikyrie had fit it perfectly. Shifting her very torn shorts slightly too, the girl followed closely behind this new male, yet not close enough so that she could still turn and run away at any given opportunity.

Nowhere was safe.

 

[marauder13]

He heard her run to catch up with him, but she was keeping her distance from him. So, her belly won out over her fear. Maybe she was a little smarter than he first thought.

He got to a little Italian eatery, and took a seat outside under the extended roof. He sat with his back to the brick wall, which also allowed his companion to set closer to the best way to escape.

"Ahhh, Mister Peter, so good to see you again. Shall I be getting you your normal?"

"That would be marvelous, Maria. I'm not sure what my little friend will be having, but it might take her a little while to make up her mind. I'll have some wine with mine, and the girl will have water."

"Very good, Mister Peter. I'll get you a little something to stop the tummy rumbles," Maria smiled as she walked off.

Peter turned to face the girl. "So, you got a name that I can use?"

 

[Naturestrikes]

She paused when they just about reached the place which they were meant to be getting food, and stood to gaze at the place first. She watched how this stranger sat himself down under the roof, how a flashing red sign in the window told her it was 'OPEN', and how the most gorgeous smells wafted from inside. It took a lot of self restraint from going inside and stealing straight from people's tables or from the kitchen itself. She moved forwards and slid into a seat opposite from her new friend, hands gripping the side of the chair as a menu was set down before her.

Shakily reaching forwards and opening it, blue eyes narrowed in confusion. She'd never heard of much of these dishes before. She looked up to find her new friend looking straight at her, and she adjusted her clothes in front of him again. She gulped, "M-My...keerie...ay... Maikyrie." She couldn't sum up the courage to ask for his name, and so continued to sit silently, her stomach frequently reminding her how hungry she was, nearly reminding everyone how hungry she was, it was that loud. She withheld a groan, concentrating on the menu again, blue eyes narrowing a little in focus.

"Wh... what's..." She pointed a slender finger at the meal named 'Lasagna'. The name certainly rang a bell. She decided to take that one, and she thirstily swallowed half the glass of water the waitress put down for her, breathing a little heavily and she thrust a hand to her breast when a hiccup shook her body, and clapped a hand over her mouth. Her mannerisms were atrocious, but she didn't particularly know any different.

 

[marauder13]

Peter watched her as she approached the restaurant. She was looking at it as if it was alien. She slowly came over to join him, sitting down on the chair holding on like it was going to throw her off at any moment.

He almost laughed when she looked at the menu, her blue eyes almost leaping out of their sockets. The combined look of surprise and confusion really had him wondering what this girl had gone through. He was getting more curious about this woman with each passing moment.She was feeling a little self conscious, as she adjusted her clothing a little under his scrutiny. She was not dressed for the environment, even discounting the weather. He had to admit, that he would have loved to have seen her before she looked like a drowned rat that had been dragged through a hedge.

"M-My...keerie...ay... Maikyrie."

"Maikyrie? Interesting name. I'm Peter. Now, when you figured out what you want, tell Maria when she get's back."

She was pointing to an item on the menu when Maria arrived with some drinks for them. Maikyrie took up her glass, downing half of it in a single gulp. That, of course, caused the enormous hiccup that had her hand slapped over her mouth and looking very nervous. Peter merely raised an eyebrow.

"Maikyrie would like some... Lasagna." Maria smiled and went back inside. Peter looked at Maikyrie again. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do with the girl. She was alone, that much was clear to him. She had no survival skills at all. Any other time, he would have her sized up to become a working girl, but he couldn't put a finger on why that wouldn't work. Something about her was off. He found himself wanting to know more about her.

Before he would start asking her more questions, Maria arrived with their food. A large plate of Lasagna for Maikyrie, with a good side salad. Peter had a meat ravioli with a Neapolitan based sauce.

"Enjoy, Maikyrie." He started eating his pasta, watching her to see how she handled her meal.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Unaware that the other was watching her shift her wet clothing, Maikyrie continued to stare at the menu. Had she made this for her master once before? And it was very strange, going out to eat something that she hadn't made herself for her, her Master and her Mistress. But those days were long gone now.

"Peter..." She repeated his name when he gave it to her, though it came out as a low, husky purr. She hadn't meant to use such a sensual voice, but she intended to sound grateful. When she wanted to thank her master, she'd used that voice.

She watched the waitress arrive and disappear again, looking at her curiously as she tended to other tables. She glanced around to see what everyone else was eating, before she snapped her gaze back to Peter, holding the sides of her seat again. Not seeming to care about what happened next, Maikyrie was only focused on her next meal. Wherever she went from then didn't matter. More aimless wandering, she supposed.

When her meal was set down, she stared at it incredulously for some time. The smell it gave off was wonderful. She picked up her fork shakily, trying to remember whether she had cooked this before. She seemed to remember the dish, so she must have made it once. But she'd never tasted it herself before. She cut up a little, pushed her fork into it and then popped it into her mouth, and the literally moaned in pleasure at the taste, shoulders drooping and eyes fluttering closed as she chewed. It was simply delicious, like nothing she'd tasted for a long time.

Self conscious again, her eyes opened and she coloured a little, ducking her head and continuing to eat from the lasagna, even though Peter knew fine well how much she was enjoying it. The pasta was hot in her mouth, warming up her cold body considerably.

 

[marauder13]

Peter had just started looking around when he heard her say his name. He turned his attention back to her, having never heard his name spoken in such a way before. No one woman had stirred him with his name like that.

But he watched her closely when the food arrived. She looked at it, studied it, stared at it. She finally cut off a small amount, popping it into her mouth. It was like she tasted the best dish ever. This was her ambrosia. He was surprised at how much she enjoyed this simple meal.

Then she saw him, and she bowed her head while she continued to eat. Peter enjoyed his meal, but nowhere like how much she enjoyed hers. Maybe starving for a few days made one very appreciative of any decent meal.

He remembered the way she said his name, and how that went straight to his groin. Well, since he was shelling out money on her, she would have to pay it back eventually. And the best way to make sure he got his money back was by making sure she had a job. She was definitely good material for Janice. Get a little more meat on her bones, and she'd be stunning. Janice would pair her up with the right clients, no problems at all.

"Maikyrie... I hope you've got a place to stay and other clothes to wear, otherwise you're going to be in for a rough time around here. Look, I know you have no reason to trust me further than you can throw me, but I can help you. I can give you a roof over your head, and I'm sure that I can get some more decent clothes for you to wear too.

"Think about it while you have your dinner. I wont be pissed if you say no."

 

[Naturestrikes]

Her next mouthful of pasta was a little too much for her to handle, and she covered her mouth with her fingers, telling herself to slow down as a little creamy white sauce oozed from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed, then let her pink tongue dart out to lap it away quickly, cleaning her mouth of any remaining sauce.

The simple meal made Peter seem like a much better person for helping her out. For aiding her when nobody else wanted to. Blue eyes glimmered with compassion as she met his eyes with a small shy smile on her lips and she continued to eat her meal, delicately cutting it up into pieces and eating properly. She knew what forcing too much down when she was that hungry could do. It was foolish and would only make her sick.

Looking up as Peter made another offer, her cheeks coloured a little, and she thickly swallowed her next mouthful, looking at him in surprise and trying to read his expression to see if there was something more to this deal. When she couldn't find anything, and she figured it was a genuine offer to help her, she gave a little nod and soon was cleaning her plate of any remaining pasta before sitting back and resting her hands on her flat stomach, some of the tanned skin revealed by an almighty tear in the side.

"... T-Thank you... Peter..." She purred, looking behind him when she saw two other men were eyeing her and nudging a third. She didn't understand what they were looking at, and even checked behind her to see if it was something else. There was nothing but empty street behind her, and she nervously glanced at Peter, "What... what are they l-looking at...?" Little did she know they were admiring her, but she was no longer paying attention as they spoke.

The guy leaned over the table and announced non-too-quietly, "Wouldn't mind some of that."
Another chuckled, not bothering to keep his voice down, "'Reckon that guy's using her. Wonder when he'll be done. Who'd want a tramp like that anyway?"
"Aha, I would! Look at that bitch, look at the tits on her. And those legs. Haven't seen her ass yet, but man... I'd kill for some of that..."

 

[marauder13]

Peter watched Maikyrie finish of her meal, taking care not to rush it and make herself sick. When she had finished, she looked a little confused, even looking behind her, as if looking for something. She looked nervous, and leaned closer to him.

"What... what are they l-looking at...?" Peter turned in his seat, and saw the three men looking at her. He smiled as he turned back to face her. "They are looking at you, Maikyrie. I will admit that -"

"Wouldn't mind some of that."
Another chuckled, not bothering to keep his voice down, "'Reckon that guy's using her. Wonder when he'll be done. Who'd want a tramp like that anyway?"
"Aha, I would! Look at that bitch, look at the tits on her. And those legs. Haven't seen her ass yet, but man... I'd kill for some of that..."

Peter's smile became a little more rigid than it had been. "Just one moment, Maikyrie. I just need to have a talk to those blokes. I wont be long." Peter stood and turned to face the trio, his face slipping on his 'business' face. It was impassive, with the faintest hint of danger lurking under the facade.

"Gents," he said as he approached the table, keeping his voice loud enough for Maikyrie to hear. "I don't like how you have been referring to my dinner companion. I suggest that you apologize to her, before I take it personally. And when you do apologize, do it properly." He took a step to the side to allow them a clear view of Maikyrie so they could apologize.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Maikyrie was draining the last of her glass of water when Peter rose from his seat, she made a soft noise of confusion, then nodded, staying seated to let her food settle. She hadn't heard what the men had said, and it was probably for the best. She self-consciously moved her sticky heavy clothing again and leaned against the table slightly, the food making her want to do nothing more now than to curl up in a nice secluded warm spot and sleep for days.

One of the blokes, quite a burly one at that, "I'm sorry mate, but what we said wasn't meant for your ears. It's not like we were all y'know... talking to you... Just about her. Y'gotta admit ya got a nice girl there. Wouldn't mind sharing afterwards would ya?" He laughed then, and his friends joined in. They saw no danger, three guys against this one man who thought he was it? He thought, chuckling in Peter's face. When Peter moved, it only gave them a better view of the girl, and he hooted again, "Fine piece'o jewelry that 'un!"

Maikyrie shifted in her seat, now looking in the direction of the four men, suddenly uncomfortable under their gazes. She rose from the table and moved over to Peter, not wanting to be on her own right then. Not when they were all looking at her like that. She didn't understand their expressions. They seemed to be laughing at her but there was something else there too. Did she look funny? She resisted the urge to straighten the rags which clung to her body and then one of them spoke.

"Hey there little girlie. Want some of this?" He leaned back and pointed to his groin. Maikyrie's eyes suddenly narrowed and she lunged at him, knocking him straight back off the chair and sitting above him and she delivered furious blows to his face. The other two men stood, uncertain of whether to aid their mate or run. They ended up turning tail and running, because if the girl was tough they regretted to think what the guy was like.

Maikyrie was unrelentless, clawing and ripping at his face before the man got over the initial shock of being knocked over, and roared in anger, and went to curl his hands into tight fists.

 

[marauder13]

"I'm sorry mate, but what we said wasn't meant for your ears. It's not like we were all y'know... talking to you... Just about her. Y'gotta admit ya got a nice girl there. Wouldn't mind sharing afterwards would ya?"

"Might I suggest that you keep your voices down in future," Peter replied in a dead clam voice, as he turned his face back to the three of them. "I don't care if you weren't talking to me, but you were talking about my companion in an impolite manner loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes, she is a nice girl, too nice for the likes of you three. And I wouldn't share her with you even if you fronted serious money."

Peter was aware of Maikyrie's movement, as she came over to stand behind him, similar to how a toddler uses an adult for protection and safety.

"Hey there little girlie. Want some of this?"

The man leaned back and pointed to his groin. Peter was offended by this behaviour, particularly after telling them he didn't like them doing that in front of his companion. But it was Maikyrie's reaction that surprised him.

She leapt on the man, knocking him on his back, and raining blows down on his face. She switched from punching to clawing and tearing at his face. Peter moved to get Maikyrie off him before she did anything too serious. He wrapped his arm around her chest, and lifted her off him cleanly. The man was roaring and yelling on anger as Peter slammed his foot down on the man's chest, sliding it up to his throat.

"Shut up!" To emphasize his words, he pressed down on the man's throat. "I told you to apologize, and you continued to insult my partner. Now, I don't ever want to see you around here ever again. If I do, what she has just done to you will be nothing compared to what I will do to you. Leave. Now!"

He lifted his foot off the man, and stood back, allowing him the chance to leave.

"Maikyrie, could you please stop thrashing around so hard please?"

 

[Naturestrikes]

She was just getting started, raining down heavy blows and clawing him, digging grooves into his skin and even drawing blood from the scratches, little lines of crimson marking his face. Her eyes went wide as she saw the familiar crimson liquid oozing from him, and before she could lunge for his neck, she felt the muscular arm of a man wrap around her, in between her chest and her stomach, and she was pulled from harming him any further. A growl involuntarily erupted from her lips as Peter pulled her back, breathing heavy as she wanted nothing more than to finish the job.

The man's eyes bulged in their sockets when Peter's foot met his chest, knocking the air from his lungs and winding him. As he began to wheeze, the male's foot pressed against his throat, and he gagged and choked, flailing like a drowning animal. He took in only half of his words, scrambling to his feet and bolting off in the direction his friends went, rubbing his neck and yelling in shock. A few other people sat outside turned their heads to stare at the two, wary and looking irritated that their meals had been so rudely interrupted.

Maikyrie had kept her blue eyes on the fleeing bloke, said eyes staying glued on direction he'd ran in. She tried to break free of Peter's tight hold, not liking now how her control had been taken from her by the one man she'd put a little trust into since the changing of her master. "Let... me... go..." She panted heavily, struggling with all her might, trying to break free by pushing her chest against his arms and wriggling around hard. "Please... just let me... go... P-Peter..." She groaned, eventually relaxing in his arms, albeit breathing a little unevenly.

It would take a little while to calm down yet, but at least she was no longer staring where the man had ran away. Now she was just scared because she felt closed in, and she hated the feeling of losing her freedom.

 

[marauder13]

Peter watched as the man got up and ran off, joining his companions in getting as far away as possible in the shortest period of time available.

"Let... me... go..." She struggled hard against his grip, but her strength was not match for his. He knew she was wanting to chase them down and finish what she started. "Please... just let me... go... P-Peter..."

"Soon, Maikyrie. I'll put you down soon."

"I'm sorry for that," Peter apologised to the other diners while he carried Maikyrie out of the dining area where they had been sitting. He carried her for a shop front before setting her down on her feet.

"You've got a fire in you, Maikyrie. I like that. But you need to be a little more careful about how to apply it. I'm going to go back and pay for the food. If you want the company, just wait here. Otherwise, run off to wherever you want to go."

Peter walked back into the restaurant proper and found Maria.

"I'm sorry, Maria. Some louts were making bad comments about the girl I was with, and things got a little out of hand." Peter handed over a few folded bills which made Maria's eyes bulge.

"Mister Peter, I can't -"

"You can, and you will. It's my way of saying sorry for the loss of some business, and for my lack of manners. And the food was as excellent as always."

Peter walked out, heading back to where he left Maikyrie, wondering if she was still hanging around or not.

 

[Naturestrikes]

She disliked it, being held so closely, trapped again, her freedom torn away from her. She felt the overwhelming urge to just run again, only now that she was being held by him. She felt no embarrassment whatsoever when she was carried past the staring diners, some halfway through a mouthful of food, with their hands and forks hovering over their plate. Some looked lost with confusion whilst the others just glared outright at the two for the rude disruption.

Set in front of a shop front, she felt the need to run away dissolve as blue eyes met his dark ones, lips pouting just slightly and she looked away, not ashamed but nearly sulking. Though it felt great to be back on her feet again, she hated how she'd not been able to finish what she started. The want to do so had also gone as she calmed slightly, shivering a little in the cold.

Looking around, she half scanned the area for any sign of those men, hair dried slightly but it was still dirty. Another shiver shook her lean frame, and she turned to look to see whether Peter was coming back. She would stay, she decided. Peter had offered her the help that other people wouldn't. To decline such a kind offer would be both foolish and rude in her eyes. Little did she know she had yet to return the favour somehow. When Peter came back, she still had her bony arms wrapped around herself, hugging her light clothing to her body and no longer scowling at least. She was full, and now exhausted and looking dead on her feet, swaying slightly and tiredly locking gazes with Peter.

"I am sorry." She told him, sounding sincere, she looked away again.

 

[marauder13]

Peter returned to where Maikyrie was standing. She was looking exhausted, barely standing upright. Sensing he had her partially hooked, he went to the next level.

"Well, you'd like a little company after all, hey? Well, I'm heading home. I have enough space for you to crash in private. I might even have something for you to wear that be a little more comfortable and a lot cleaner. Yeah... you could have a bath too. See what you look like under all that dirt and crap."

If he could wrangle it, he'd keep her for week before handing her over to Janice. By then he would have had the chance to feed her up a bit. If her was lucky, maybe even try her out before hand.

"So, you wanna stay at my place for the night, in a bed of your own?"

 

[Naturestrikes]

She did indeed look dead on her feet. Now standing in the light of the shop window, one could see dark smudges under her eyes, her thin frame rattling in cold. She kept her gaze on Peter though, holding the rags to herself and nodding slightly, so much so that it could have been mistaken for a twitch.

A warm bed sounded just about right then. She let out a soft noise of what sounded like both relief and pleasure, blue eyes softening right there. I owe him. She thought, moving closer to him so she was stood in front of him. Oh she did need to bathe. She stepped back again, hoping she didn't smell offensive. An earthy smell of dirt and trees clung to her body, hair matted and limp over her shoulders. She couldn't wait to clean herself, to feel her skin soft instead of muddy and rough.

"I want..." She started, "To stay with you... Please...?" She bit her lip tentatively.

 

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He saw the reaction to his offer. A relaxing and a sound that was akin to bliss. She was just holding it together. She was awake by sheer force of will, her body wanting to shut down and digest the meal she had just consumed.

"I want... to stay with you... Please...?"

Peter kept his smile reassuring when he nodded. "Sure. My car's nearby." He started walking slowly down the street. "I'll get you home, put you into a bath and then get into into your own bed for the night. I'll be interesting to see who's buried under all that dirt and grime."

They finally made it to his car. The dark coloured BMW sedan beeped softly as he approached it. He opened to door for Maikyrie, closing it after she got in. He quickly went around and climbed into the driver's seat. Soon, the engine was running, there was soft classical music filling the car and the climate control and air freshener were dealing with the aroma of Maikyrie au naturale.

"We'll be there in about twenty minutes, Maikyrie." He pulled out of the parking spot, and got them heading back to his place.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Giving a little toothy smile in return, Maikyrie followed Peter to his car-- a vehicle which promised to take her to a better place, to where she could cleanse her body and curl up and sleep in warmth. She simply couldn't wait for it. Her eyes fluttered closed before she snapped herself awake again, slightly stumbling after her new friend.

When Peter opened the door to his car, Maikyrie froze for a few moments. She'd never been in one of these either, not for as long as she could remember. She eyed the wheels, the bonnet... These cars were frightening. But remembering what would be in store for her at the end of the ride, she clambered inside and sat comfortably in her seat. Her eyes closed again, and she nearly fell asleep there and then, the seats seemed to mould around and comfort her aching body. She sighed happily.

She had to keep her eyes clenched shut when the car began to move, not wanting to see how the streets moved swiftly without her feet moving-- how it felt like she was floating as the car drove on. Keeping her eyes shut resulted in the inevitable. Chin dropping to her chest and arms going limp on her lap, her breathing began to even and in 7 minutes she was fast asleep, body swaying with the movement of the car slightly as limp dark bangs of hair fell forwards to obscure her eyes. With dreamless sleep, her body began to catch up on lost rest.

 

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Peter heard the gentle, unladylike snoring that came from the way her head was hanging. He smiled to himself. He was right, she had no survival skills and had been pushing herself hard to stay alive.

Just 22 minutes after leaving, Peter pulled into the garage, the roller door shutting behind him with a minimum of noise. He got out of the car, and opened the passenger side door. Maikyrie hardly twitched. He gently scooped her up, and carried her into the 2 story house. He carried her up the stairs, and into the main bathroom.

In one corner of the room was a large, deep bath that could hold maybe three people in it. It also had jets spread around the bath as well half way up the sides. On the wall opposite the bath was a sink, cupboard and mirror. In the diagonal opposite corner to the bath was a chair. Between the bath and the door was a large, fluffy bathroom mat. He laid her down on the floor mat, and started filling the bath, making it warm for his touch. He looked down on the exhausted girl as she slept between checking the water temperature and depth.

Once the bath was full, he gave Maikyrie a gentle shake until she awoke.

"Hello, Sleeping Beauty. I have a bath here for you. Now, since you fell asleep so easily in the car, I'm going to hang around here in case you fall asleep in the bath. That normally leads to drowning. I don't think either of us would like that."

Peter went over to the chair and sat down. He was well out of reach of Maikyrie where she lay. He settled himself with his arms crossed and his legs crossed at the ankle while he watched her.

"Maikyrie, don't be embarrassed. I've seen plenty of naked women before, and given what you're wearing, I can almost guess what you look like underneath."

 

[Naturestrikes]

Days of trekking through woodlands and over windy roads, sleeping outside under trees and drinking and eating from whatever she could. Often she'd been chased away because she'd unknowingly slept on someone else's property. She'd heard shouts of "Vagrant!" whilst running away as fast as she could. Running until she couldn't anymore. The light muscles that rippled through her legs showed how much of a runner she was.

She stirred as soon as she was gathered into Peter's arms, head lolling back on his arms and legs dangling over his arms. Forehead pressing against the area between his arm and chest, she grumbled softly. Her neck ached from spending 15 minutes or so with her head lowered. She was limp with exhaustion in Peter's arms, and soon she was fast asleep yet again, uncaring of how the ground moved below her with each footstep Peter took.

Something was soon shaking her though, and it took a few moments before her eyes began to flutter back open, and she twitched, looking up to see a blurry man above her. She clenched her eyes shut in a few hard blinks before she could focus and her vision cleared. Her hands were resting on some fluffy material, and it took a lot of will power not to just grunt and roll over and fall asleep right there. She pushed herself into sitting position, lean legs half spread in front of her. She could feel the warmth radiating from the bath as she sat up and leaned over to see the water.

So enticing.

Not even caring if Peter was there, she stood and leaned heavily against the side of the bath, back turned to the man as she peeled her clothes from her body, dropping them so that they were around her ankles, she stepped out of them and leaned forwards to dip her fingers into the water, rounded ass in perfect view for her new friend. She nodded in approval and climbed in, gasping and moaning at the feel of the warm water, lips parted and forming a little 'o' shape, eyes closing. "P-Peter..." She half whispered and half moaned, resting for a moment, chin leaning on the side of the bath and blue eyes locking gazes with him.

Oh the bath was heaven. She ran the fingertips of her other hand over the water, skimming the surface, before taking a moment to go underneath the water and rub the dirt from her hair. When she emerged, she blew out a bit of water and shook her head a little, hair already beginning to shine a bit and curl as it did naturally, tanned skin slick with the water. "Oh Peter..." She looked at him as if he'd given her the best thing in the world, her face changed with an expression of sheer pleasure.

 

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Peter watched as she fought against the sleep, before she noticed the bath. At that point, she woke up with a look of pure pleasure on her face. She stood up, and peeled off the rags that had barely covered her body. What he saw, he liked. He also knew that given the time to eat properly, she would look even better. He decided at that moment that he would at least try her out before she went to Janice.

When she bent to test the water, she showed off her ass is a way that made him picture what he could do with her bent that way. He briefly pursed his lips at the image before push both aside as she climbed into the water. She let her body slide into the water, her head resting on the edge of the bath looking at straight at him. He smiled back at her, glad to know she was enjoying the bath.

She let herself sink under the water, at which point he sat straighter in case he needed to pull her out. But there was no need. She resurfaced soon enough, and her expression said it all.

"Oh Peter..."

"Good, I'm happy you're enjoying it. Now, don't just lie in there. There is soap and some shampoo there as well. Get yourself good and clean. After that, I'll show you to your room for the night. Then, in the morning, we can figure out what we're doing with you, 'cause, Maikyrie, you need help."

 

[Naturestrikes]

It felt great, letting the hot water lap at her body. The muck was being washed away, revealing glowing, still tanned but more golden, soft skin. She wiggled a little in the water, loving the feeling. She did feel like falling asleep, and as Peter pointed out the shampoo and soap, she turned around and looked, then reached for it, ducking her head back again to rake any excess mud from her hair before she began rigorously scrubbing at her scalp with a handful of shampoo in her hand. Her expression turned to one of focus, one eye closed as soap threatened to sting it, and her other eye set itself on Peter.

Rinsing her hair through, she shook her head so that droplets of water left her head. Shiny black curls began to bounce on her shoulders, still as uncontrollable as her temper, refusing to be tamed but only beginning to shine now, long enough to just about cover her breasts.

She played with the water a little more before standing in the bath, eyeing Peter as she stepped out, one long leg at a time. She looked around, then stepped forwards and took a towel, the dirt washed from her face, and dark circles were even more visible. She flashed a big smile at Peter, walking towards him before fainting, slumping to the ground with a loud thump. It was surprising she'd even lasted that long.