The Kitten (closed for lil miss curious

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tragicomicnight

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Cyrus Varescu, Romanian nobleman, early 40s, salt and pepper hair, very striking

He sat amidst mountains of books, deep in thought though overcome by boredom. So, this was the life of the aristocracy. He shook his head. If only, there were something to entertain him. Just as he was surrounded by bulwarks of books, his castle was almost impenetrably surrounded by mountains. The only way to get there for the most part was to get lost, hopelessly lost. He had no company from his staff who mostly just went about their daily business trying to stay out of his way and of course the peasants below had no wish to associate with him. The loneliness gave way to anger and he began to resent all who would travel through these mountains.
His concentration was broken by the sound of his manservant Ivan dragging something inside through the large, iron double doors. It was a woman, with soft features and a shapely body covered with snow.
"What is this?" he asked, glaring.
" A woman, my lord, she collapsed in the snow. I did not think-" Ivan was cut off by a slightly growling response.
"You do not think what I do not tell you to think. But, she is quite a treasure." he ran his hand through her hair and lightly touched her face.
"Bring me rope," he ordered the nervous servant, who complied with great speed and efficacy.
Her clothes were removed, restraints placed on her legs and arms and she was brought into Lord Varescu's black and sparse bedroom and bound to the bedpost. After all this rough treatment, her eyes opened and terror seized her.
"My lovely little one, you collapsed right outside of my castle. A very unfortunate place indeed. Soon, you shall see how unfortunate."
 
I awoke frightened and in fear. I realized i was naked. In the shock I tried to snap up only to be snapped back down by the ropes that bind me. I try to scream but my throat is raspy and i am to afraid to scream. The man aproached me running his fingers up my legs and stomach to my tits where he ran a few circles.

"Hello there you collapsed in the snow an unfortunate place to be" he said.

Laying helples i could only wait for what would happen next
 
He examined the woman that he had tied to the bedpost more thoroughly. Her hair was long and red, her body firm. Her breasts were rounded and gave an impression that she was not one of the local peasant girls. No, the peasants mostly had hair of black or dark brown and their skin was a different tone from hers. Her skin was smoother and more pampered, soft from constant good treatment. Clearly a foreigner, but where had she come from? He thought about it briefly, but then realized how little it mattered. Here was where she was staying.
"I am sorry to tell you this, my lovely one, but wherever home is for you, you're going to have to stay here. I don't know what tongue you speak, but I hope this at least one of them, for I would hate for my orders to fall on the deaf ears of those who cannot understand them." He stroked her hair once more and met her lips with a lengthy kiss.
"Such a sweet little creature. What a fine pet you'll make for me." He saw that she was quivering, that she was silent, that she was afraid.
"Do you understand what I'm saying to you? Answer me!"
 
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