The Tales of Alaric the Black (Closed)

[Mhorashty]

The Tales of Alaric the Black
Closed for Lick_My_Kitty and Mhorashty

The cannon's aboard the starboard side of the Black Dawn unleashed a flurry of chain shot. The large merchant frigate didn't stand a chance.. the scurvy dogs firing upon the lightly armed vessel hadn't even known the ships name.. let alone the precious cargo she carried. Things had been lean for the crew of the Dawn, having half of her majesty's royal armada combing the seven sea's for the ship, her crew, and her home had caused the captain to make certain demands of his men.

They needed to hold off, they needed to wait for the perfect ship to plunder. This merchant vessel had gotten lost... the curse of the Black Spire had overtaken them.. it was rumored that this cavernous pirate stronghold caused the stars over head to fade, and occasionally even blocked the light of the moon. It also had a way of disrupting compasses which must have been why it was so hard to find... unfortunately for the crew of the now sieged merchant vessel.. they found out all these rumors were in fact true.

The Captain of the Black Dawn stood facing the merchant ship, watching as his crew's grappling hooks flew, planks were put between the ships and fighting began with smaller weapons. "Harm not any women and children. Leave one man alive to tell the tale. Bring me the Captain." Alaric said through a thick Irish accent. His voice carried, carried to the ears of his crew who nodded their head in acknowledgment before continuing their fierce, surgical raid.

The battle seemed to almost be over before it began. The Italian merchants put up almost less of a fight then the French if such a thing were possible. Alaric looked to the open sea, trying to make out any other moving shapes in the darkness. Before he knew it, a man was kneeling before him.

"Who shall I send your head too?" Alaric asked the man calmly. The proud Italian Captain said something Alaric hadn't understood the words of, but the meaning was clear. Go to Hell. Alaric pulled a aged axe from his hip belt and without even a second thought, cleaved the man's head from his shoulders. "Feed the sharks, before he gets cold and then open the brig as well as the holds and get a team of men to start bringing over the swag. I'm going over to the ship."

Alaric took his time strolling across the plank and as he boarded side-stepped pools of blood. He could hear the screams and curses of a few women who were being brought up to the deck on which the Captain stood. He watched as 10 of his men started moving the treasures of this ship over to the Dawn. He began inspecting the wench's forced to kneel before him in the cooling, congealing blood on the deck.

Alaric was a tall man. Nearly 6 and a half feet tall. His shoulder length red hair matted with sweat and sea spray, giving credence to his claimed Viking heritage. His clothes were all black, from the leather boots he wore, to the dirty breeches, his open shirt, even his long coat were all black. A hate sat low on his head, obscuring those eyes.. those eyes which were rumored to be blood red.. those eyes which were the last thing seen by so many sailors over the years... a pistol, cutlass and axe hung from his hip-belt. The image he presented was hard, unforgiving, unmerciful... yet his voice. His voice was something entirely different. It was soft, yet held strength. It caressed like a lover, yet held the sting of a snake... it was even somewhat lyrical... "One of you lasses shall accompany me back to my ship. The others will be sent with what remains of this ship towards land to recount the tale. You will be left with a moderate supply of food, and one of the crew from this ship.. but that is all. Do we have any volunteers?"

 

[Mhorashty]

Alaric's Walk

Alaric took a long time walking the row of kneeling crying women. None of these wenches were worth spit. They all seemed to be of proper breeding for whatever these Italians considered proper. He grabbed one by a handful of hair and then stared down at her.. he then thought for a long second. They are all Italian. They are all women, and noble or not, chances are very good that they didn't understand a word he was saying. None the less, an idea came to him. His men had been loyal. His men had never questioned an order. They deserved to have some fun. "Boatswain (pronounced: Bosun)!" The Captain bellowed.

A large, even by the Captain's standards, Caribbean man stepped across from the Dawn and onto the deck of the Captain's Prize. He was nearly a foot taller then the Alaric and twice as wide. He wore raggedy breeches turned shorts, with a cutlass on one hip, and a whip at the other. "Aye, Captain?" He said in a thick, accented voice.

He gestured to the women all kneeling before him, "Take the booty back across to the Dawn, put them in the brig. Belay them, lest we have to endure some ill-concieved escape attempt. Then take the lads and lasses from this ship down and put them to order cleaning. If they don't take your meaning, make 'em. We leave none alive or adrift this time."

"Aye, aye." The tall, dark skinned Caribbean walked forward and started gripping up the noble women, who weren't used to nearly such brutal handling... especially at the hands of some lowly creature like a pirate. As the Boatswain began fulfilling his Captain's orders the Captain headed towards the Captain's Quarters of this ship, with something very specific in mind...

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

The sob's of the women around her filled Riza's ears. True, the position they were in was a horrid one, but still, Riza’s cries would not be heard with the rest of them. She would not cry, and as she kneel there, stock still, she was listening to everything the man said. True, his voice was beyond alluring, and she even found herself staring a few times, but her intentions and thoughts of what was to befall this man were filled with nothing but malice and hatred.

As the black clad figure in front of her took up one woman by her hair, she winced. The woman cried out in something near pain. It was all so pitiful. Riza diverted her eyes quickly, and stared down to the pool of blood that had taken up the job of staining her skirts. Her eyes narrowed a bit.

After a moment, a new voice broke the eerie scene. He was a large man, and to the look of him, he was about as appealing as rotten meat. Not to mention that the scent was what clung to him. She figured that might have been from the blood of the other’s aboard this ship. The one’s he had taken upon to slaughter.

The man went about collecting the women that lay kneeling in a rather helpless heap, and soon enough, Riza felt him dragging her to her feet. With a soft growl, a soft, suttle click was heard. Riza was pressing the barrel of a revolver to the man’s forehead. She had kept the gun in a holster that was strapped to her thigh underneath her skirts. Now it seemed appropriate to put it to use.

The look that was pained across her visage was one that reflected her malice and hatred for these people. “You let me go or I’ll blow your bloody brains out!” She said through clenched teeth, her English accent heavy.

The scene between this man and Riza was somewhat comical. Riza, at full height, was only about 5’4”, her form was slender, save for her rather ample breasts, and to say the least, she painted a portrait of what the noble woman was portrayed to mirror. For her to be standing up to a man that could easily, and she was sure, without a second thought break her in half, slit her throat, or any other grotesque means of dealing her death, was actually seeming to be more of a joke then anything.

She looked over to that darkly alluring man who stood before the remaining women. “I will go with you on one condition. You let these women keep their dignity and you shall not harm them in anyway shape or form, and at the first sign of a port you let them off.” She was sure that this fiery burst of attitude wouldn’t get her much of anywhere, though, perhaps the gun would. She was thankful that she had kept it to say the very least.

 

[Mhorashty]

Agreed.

“I will go with you on one condition. You let these women keep their dignity and you shall not harm them in anyway shape or form, and at the first sign of a port you let them off.” A woman shouted in perfect English.

Alaric turned hearing this and the prior shout. He looked at the small woman, and the awkward position his Boatswain had found himself in. He studied the situation for a space of heartbeats and let out a rough bark-like laugh. "Agreed, Missy. Boatswain. Treat the ladies with respect and delicacy. I want that one," He said, gesturing to the woman with the pistol, "unarmed and in my quarters when I return." Alaric continued into the Captain's Quarters as if nothing of the situation had bothered him. He would follow to the letter the accord that had just been struck and it cause a small smile to cross his features. The children would still be enslaved and forced to clean... and the women.. well they certainly would not be harmed, by any but the words of the brave woman herself.

Alaric entered the room that had belonged to the former Captain and let the situation play out through his mind once again. Loosing his Boatswain would have certainly disrupted the operations on board the Dawn. She would have had one shot. If she'd killed the boatswain, his axe would have been buried in her chest. If she'd turned to shoot him, he had all confidence that the boatswain would have disarmed her before she fired the shot... but still the situation grated on his nerves.. it could have turned a good night into a very, very bad one. Alaric picked up the half-full glass of what looked like wine and took a sip.

He then promptly spit it all over the table and threw the glass, "Bloody Italian swill..." He growled and then started looking through the drawers of the dresser and turning the room upside down looking for something...

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza nodded lightly, she knew what awaited the children, and for that, she felt sorry, but, she knew for a fact that most of the children on this ship were sickly, and in short, would not last a few days aboard this ship, so within the lines of her conditions, she allowed that small detail to slip. She hoped to god though, that none of them would be harmed or scarred of their innocence in this trip.

Without further questioning, the man who had ceased Riza pulled her onto one of the planks that connected this ship, and The Dawn. The ship that they had been on previously had been called The Barracuda, what scared Riza the most, was that The Barracuda was known to be one of the fastest ships to come from Italy. The Dawn had caught them within a few minutes, and their capture had been inevitable.

As the two of them slipped onto the deck of The Dawn, looks of disgusting intentions and lust met Riza. She met them with a glare, as well as the Boatswain. He as well met them with a death glare. Riza found herself happy to have him by her side. She was sure, that had it not been for him, she would have been either raped, killed, or a combination of the two. The crew seemed like it had been years since they had laid eyes on a woman, and devoid of that, she wouldn’t put rape or murder past them.
Riza looked up to the Boatswain, her dark eyes obscured by her long, raven black tresses. “Sir…?” She asked in a quiet tone, though her rage and anger had not left the tone. “What exactly does…does going with the captain entitle…?” She asked with a bit of a wince. She was almost afraid to ask.

For it had set into Riza, that his request was sounding more like a request to give one’s self up to him. This was something that, if her notion was correct, would not be suitable by her own morals. Though, as she was being near dragged to his quarters, she realized it was too late. At least, for giving herself up, she was saving at least ten more.

As she was being ushered through the door, the women were being taken aboard The Dawn already. And through the windows of the door, she saw her sister, the one that Alaric had taken by the hair. A look of worry and sadness were painted along the woman’s visage, and a small smile found Riza’s lips. Her sister would return home to her fiancé.

Though her and her sister had been aboard an Italian ship, they were indeed English. They had been coming back from Italy, going there for news of their father’s death while over in Italy sent the two of them there for their last goodbyes, and now, Riza cursed herself for going in the first place.
The Boatswain led her to a table in the center of the dark room, and ushered her to sit. She did as instructed, though her movments were hesitant. All she could do now, was wait.

 

[Mhorashty]

the Sigal of Dagon

"Bloody Son of a Sea Dog's Wench!" Alaric slammed his fists into the desk and in one furious motion sent everything flying off the desktop. 'Where the hell could it be?' Alaric asked himself as his anger took over once more and he flipped the desk. It was supposed to be here. The necklace. The necklace of Dagon. He snarled to himself as he tore the Captain's Quarters asunder.

Meanwhile...
On the Dawn, the Boatswain pulled his cutlass and glared at the crew. He was still slight pissed at the girl who'd put a gun to his head. He was even more angry with the crew, "Get back you scurvy dogs! I'll crush yer barnacles if yer not back to the work you'd been set!" the Boatswain roared. The men cast on last longing glance at the girl and begrudgingly moved back to their assigned tasks...

He leaned down and whispered to her as they walked, "Yer at his command. Even more so than the rest of us. I don't pity ye. 'ut I wouldn't wan to be in yer place either." He led her into the Captain's Quarters and gestured. Once she was seated, he put away the cutlass and growled, "I 'llowed ye yer pistol 'cause I didn't know if we'd make it through the mess. Now that yer safe, I want the pistol. M'lady."

He folded his arms over his chest and stared. He didn't speak again, at least.. he didn't make the request a second time.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza stared up at the man, not really sure what he was getting at. How could she be under control more so then the other men on this ship? As far as she was concerned, they were all working under the same power. She shook her head gently of these thoughts, for she was not sure if she wanted answers to her own questions. Whatever this man had in store for her, she would be damned sure to meet head on.

Figuring that she’d best not test the Boatswain’s temper, Riza held out the revolver to him, a light, dissatisfied sigh sounding from her lips. She sank back down into her chair, and stared at the floor, her dark gaze fixed on the knots in the wood. Her long, raven black hair had cascaded over her shoulders, and now shadowed her face from the man. And as she sat there, her fingers picked nervously at one another.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous; her thoughts were that of fantasy. If the man had wanted to harm her she was sure he would have done just that on The Barracuda. Still, the ominous feeling that had rooted itself in her gut told her that she should be cautious in her actions.

Her second string of thoughts, she could see this man doing. True, her own thoughts had caused her a bit of arousal, and even she couldn’t deny that yes, she had some attraction to the dark figure, but she did not want to be fulfilling that line of need for him. Her strings, she swore, would not be pulled to that.

Then again, Riza was always one for weak morals.

Seconds seem to pass like hours, and after what seemed like forever, Riza looked back up to the Boatswain, her dark gaze full of worry, though they still held that fiery intensity. “The captain…he is a…a decent man….isn’t he…?” She asked sheepishly. Decent probably wasn’t the right word for Riza to be using. Though decent was the word she used. “I mean…he’s not like them…is he?” She asked, motioning to the door and implying the men just beyond that. She had caught their lusty stares, and she prayed to god that that would not be the kind of man this captain was. She prayed to god.

 

[Mhorashty]

The Boatswain

The large man took the pistol and buried it in his pocket, he then strolled over to the Captain's wardrobe and opened it. He pulled out two glasses and a bottle of brown liquid. He then walked back and poured two cups. He set one in front of her and set the other opposite her in front of an empty chair. He took a swig from the bottle before returning it to the chest and closing it up. “The captain…he is a…a decent man….isn’t he…?” She asked sheepishly. “I mean…he’s not like them…is he?”

He looked at her, staring as he might, trying to make out her eyes. "I'll be straight. The Cap'n is won of the most honest, decent men I ever met. He saved me a life of slavery, put the whip in me han' and tasked me with a job. I answer to him and only him." He gestured for her to take a drink, "It'll calm yer nerves. Is only rum." He stood there, his large, thick arms folded across his chest. "Dun be mistaken, the Cap'n is certainly a man to be feared, but he sticks to the code. He also has a touch of honor, which not many on board understand, or appreciate. When you speak to him, be respectful.. or else.. he will send you below decks.. naked.. with the men."

The tone of his voice told her this was no laughing matter. He stood stone faced, serious.

...On The Barracuda

Alaric stood among the wreckage of the Captain's Quarters. He was fit to be tied. He stalked past the doorway and looked around once more before setting foot outside again. The winds had started picking up, a light drizzle had begun to fall.

He stalked across the plank and glared at the nearest crew man. "Remove the ties, pull back the planks and when we're far enough away. Sink that heep." The crewman snapped to attention, "Aye, aye!" He then set about doing as he was told, the Captain walked up the stairs to the bridge and spoke to the helmsman who steered the ship while the Captain was in his quarters. "Mr. Harris! The nearest Port. The men need a night to themselves and the Spire needs supplies. We'll let our guests go before we head for home." "Aye, aye!"followed by a salute. The Captain stood back and took in the night air. He gazed up at the stars in contemplation.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza nodded gently as she sat before the boatswain. Her wide eyes stared down to the amber brown liquid that laced the cup in front of her. The taste of bile was already heavy in her throat, and she feared that if she drank or ate anything offered to her, she would become sick. She just shook her head to his request, her pale face leaving to say the rest. The one part about his lecture caught her attention, and instantly her eyes grew wide. “Naked with them!?” She near yelled, standing from her seat, her hand motioning towards the door. “You might as well just have them rape me now!” She cried, sinking back down into her seat, her hands gently cupping her head.

She now feared, that yes, she was going to become sick. Her eyes stayed focused on the floor, her slender form trembling gently. She didn’t know what all was in store with her, she didn’t know weather being raped was a better option then being at the mercy of this man.

As her thoughts were racked through her mind, the sound of Alaric shouting jogged her from her mind. She looked from the ceiling of the small room, back to the boatswain. Alaric seemed fairly frustrated; he had lost that suave, seductive air to his voice. Then it dawned on her.

“Um….The captain….” She said softly, trying to interject her idea subtly, not wanting to say anything that may set the boatswain off. “Was he…looking for something on the Barracuda?” She asked coyly, her hands moving from her cheeks, to her lap and clasping gently. She thought she already knew the answer to this question, but she didn’t want to start assuming anything yet.

Riza listened for any signs of Alaric coming into his quarters; she didn’t think it would be convenient to be caught discussing this, even though she was quite sure that the boatswain would speak of this conversation later. She figured this would be the case, seeing as how the boatswain seemed to be to loyal to Alaric.

 

[Mhorashty]

the Captain Appears

The Boatswain shook his head at her outburst. "Wit a outlook like that, yeah, we might as well just put you below decks. There are about 40 or so men who ain't had a woman in months..." He walked across the room and looked out the large bay windows. He watched as the Dawn began to pull away from the other ship. He felt the Dawn beginning to turn and watched as they pulled up along side of the Barracuda. He then heard her next question, he turned and just as he was about to answer it, ten thundering bursts sounded from the deck outside and below.

"It's clear to me... if he was. He didn't find it." It was then the Boatswain heard the steps creaking and the door to the hall opening. It was only a few short steps before the Captain would be joining them. "Good Luck." Was the last thing the Boatswain said before the door opened.

Alaric strolled through the door and walked in, he took the cup of amber liquid in front of her and walked over to his desk without a word. He took a sip and looked out the window for a long moment before speaking, "I can only assume she's been searched for weapons." The Boatswain's eyes widened a fraction and he looked at her. "Aye, aye. The only thing she had was the pistol, Sir." He hoped the only weapon she had was the pistol.

"Your dismissed. Rouse me when we pull into port." He then pulled out his desk chair and sat behind it, he kicked his feet up onto the deck and watched as the Boatswain nodded and then strolled out of the room, pulling the door securely shut behind him.

"So tell me Missy. What's your name?" the Captain asked as he pulled out his pipe and stuffed some tobacco in it. He lit it with a long match and began puffing on it till the tobacco caught and began to burn red. He let out a billowing bit of smoke and looked over at her finally, his was pulled down low, obscuring those dark eyes...

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza watched as the man walked by her, his dark form making even her divert her eyes. There was something strange about this man’s aura, it was domineering and sent chills down her spine even to the slightest glance. It was somewhat strange to her. She was not used to that feeling. That feeling of being held within that domineering essence. To the sound of being searched of weapons, Riza preyed this man would not take it upon himself to do that.

"So tell me Missy. What's your name?"

His voice broke her train of thought, and she quickly looked over to where he was sitting. The smell of smoke and tobacco filled the air, and even she had to cover her mouth for a moment to cough. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, just overbearing. After what seemed like hours, she spoke, breaking that awkward silence. “My name is Riza, sir…” She said quietly, her hands clasped gently on her lap, and her eyes once again on the floor.

In a way, she was scared. She didn’t know what was in store for her in the care of this man. Nor did she know if she would be able to please him, saving herself from having her dignity stripped from her, quite literally, with the rest of the crew. That was something she did not want to test the boundaries of.

A few times, her dark gaze would glance up to his form. He did not move from what she saw, and the smoke was giving his form a rather eerie sense and appearance. It in itself sent chills rushing along her spine, making her back arching against her already straight posture. “May I ask what I might address you as as well sir…?” She asked in a quiet tone, her eyes looking off to the side as she once more broke that god damned silence.

Her fingers were gently picking at one another. It was a nervous habit that Riza had never quite grown out of. Right now, Riza was past the point of nervous.

 

[Mhorashty]

Captain Black

Alaric stared at her for what must have felt like an eternity. The only movements he made were the rise and fall of his chest when he inhaled on his pipe, and exhaled the exotic smelling tobacco. She'd asked his name, it cause a smile to crease his stoic features. "You may address me as Captain Black. The crew addresses me as Captain, but being as you aren't serving on the ship proper you can use my full title." He lifted the glass of rum and finished it in a final gulp, setting the empty cup upside down on his desk.

He was silent again for a little while before speaking once more, "I've noticed you haven't touched the rum the Boatswain poured for you. If your not going to drink it, I request that you bring it over here and let it be enjoyed. It's a fine rum, to fine to sit and let waste." He wasn't angry or upset. His tone almost seemed to contain a hint of boredom to it. He took another drag and finished the tobacco that was burning in the pipe. He tapped the pipe into a small bowl on his desk and put the pipe away. He stood up and shrugged off the long over coat and half folded it over his chair. He then removed his hat, his scraggly hair hanging all over his face, covering his eyes, obscuring them. "It was aweful brave of you Miss Riza. Giving yourself up like that to save those other women... Can't say that if anyone of them understood be that they'd put themselves in your place."

He stripped off his cutlass and hung it on the chair as well. He then withdrew a pair of pistols and laid them out of the desk in plain view. It was obvious he didn't consider the girl a threat. Not in the least. He knew that the worst she could do was kill him. He also knew that she knew the only thing keeping her from being raped by 40 horny sailors was the Captain.

He settled back into his chair and stared at her as she approached him with the rum. He kicked his feet back up onto the desk and stared at her.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Riza hesitantly walked over to him, the heels of her shoes clicking softly. She led her glass gingerly in her hands, her form calmly moving to his. She slowly leaned over his desk, setting the glass down in front of him. "...Thank you sir..." She said in a soft voice, her hands moving to clasp gently in front of her. She said nothing else, another silence following. She really didn't know what all there was to say. She was under his wing now, what he wished of her, she had no choice but to follow his requests and demands.

"I..." She shook her head gently, biting her lower lip softly as she started rethinking what she was going to say. "What....what exactly am I doing then....if not working properly on this ship...?" She asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

She really wasn't all that scared of this man, though it was the feeling that clung to the air about him, one that pulled her in and wouldn't let her resist. She knew that she wouldn't be able to deny this man's wishes, weather they be well intentioned or otherwise.

Her eyes looked off to the side, then back to his dark form, her fiary gaze looking him over. She blinked slowly, then looked over to the small stool that stood beside her. She pulled it over and sank down to sit next to him, a rather innocent air about the woman.

"You..." She blurted out suddenly, not really sure why she was feeling the need to ask such things. "You wouldn't wish any harm on me.....would you....?" She asked once more, her hands still clasped tightly on her lap.

She might have regretted asking this, though she didn't want to be in the dark about what she was going to be used for. This thought in itself was a dark one, though after sorting through her options, she figured knowing her fate was much better then being left to wonder about what may come for her next.

 

[Mhorashty]

Alaric, the kind?

Alaric stood up as she sat down. He stepped in front of her and took a hold of her by her chin and raised it up to stare into his deep, dark eyes. Eyes that echoed the stormy sea in the dead of night. He smirked slightly, watching her, before saying "Why would I harm such a pretty, delicious little prize? You will have to anger me severely for me to strike you. Though I warn you. Any disrespect in front of the Boatswain and he won't hesitate to put you where you belong." He then walked over towards the door. He slid the bolt, and locked the door securely.

"You, my girl," he said, realizing he hadn't yet answered her first question, "will be serving me. In any copacity I require. You are nothing more than an object to me. Be it you are a very pretty, and seemingly dangerous with a small pistol, but an object none the less. You will do as I command, no matter what I command or you will be punished. Perhaps if you prove yourself your list of duties could expand to give you some time out alone on deck if you wish. But for now, unless I tell you otherwise you are to stay at my side and be at my beck and call." He unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, plenty of scars crisscrossed his chest, showing in the gap where the buttons had been closed.

He picked up the class of rum from his desk and finished it before going and blowing out a few candles, leaving only the one flickering on his desk. He continued undressing till he was naked. The shadows concealing most his body. He handed her the clothes, "Hang them, then undress yourself and join me." He said with a dark smirk. He strode past her and opened one of the windows letting in the wonderful night's breeze. He knew it would be morning before they arrived in port.. he walked to the bed and pulled back his quilt. He laid down and turned on his side to look at her, the cover draped across his hips.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

As she felt his cold flesh touch hers, she shivered, her eyes being forced to gaze up at the man. She stayed quiet as he spoke, though she couldn’t help but think on how grotesque this prospect was. She was no longer to be seen as a person, but a tool, an object to this man, to be used as, however, and whenever he pleased. As he let her go, her eyes once more looked to the floor, her head tiling downwards. She didn’t like that prospect of it at all. The thing she did find most appealing, was that this man at least had a bit of class about what he was doing. She knew he wouldn’t harm her, and at least he seemed to hold her well being in one of his priorities.

When he walked back over though, the man had his shirt half off. Riza blinked and blushed instantly to the sight, her eyes gazing off to the side quickly. After a few more moments though, he was naked, and standing in front of her, handing her his clothing. She blinked and glared up at him, in the middle of protest, when that dangerously alluring man’s dark smirk caught her eye. In the few short seconds, she knew that sleeping with just this man was much better then the forty below them.

Slowly, Riza rose, her fingers trembling as she walked to the closet, hanging his shirt, jacket, then pants, each, she stalled with more then the next. Every now and again, she would look back to him, always to see his rather erotic form laying there on his bed, facing her with those prodding eyes. It felt like she was being undressed with his eyes.

Finally, she set the last item into the closet, and shut the door lightly. With trembling fingers, she slowly moved to start stripping herself free of the corset of her dress. She was shaking as her fingers went to start lacing the ribbon through the corset, and after a moment, the silken cloth of the corset was slipping free of her skin, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud. She looked back to him, her long hair covering most of her now naked back and her newly exposed breasts. She kept her back to him as she continued stripping herself free of the rest of her clothes.

Her slender form turned to him, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her hair covering most of what else was exposed, save her legs and arms. She bit her lower lip, walking over to the man and sitting at the edge of the bed, farthest from him. She would do as he said, but, for the time being, it would be cautiously taken.