allan dan clark
Master
Master College Graduate
Semper Fidelis - Always Faithful
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Post by allan dan clark on Jan 13, 2010 18:14:57 GMT -5
Feeling her body go limp her slowed down, and was starting to get bored of her quickly he picked her up of the bed as he pulled him self out of her not bothering to finish what her started he put her in the shower and cleaned her limp body not caring that she spat in his face. Then took her out dried her off then dressed her in spare cloths that belonged to faith but she never wore them. There was no evidence that he had done anything to her besides take care of the wounds from the bike fall. knowing full well she was going to despise him for a very long time he looked at her. "So you finally released all your frustration and angry good. Know you can realize your true feelings for your master, and stop being a stuck up brat fight for him or lose him the choice is yours." he said in a normal tone as he walked over to his fridge grabbing to bottles a beer popping them open handing one to her. "Here drink up, or would you rather I call you a cab or take you to your master though i doubt you want to be near me any more than you have to at the moment. you might understand what I did in time you might not I don't care just don't bottle your emotions, and fight for what you really care about. if you can't tell the one you love that you love him, and don't fight for him you will always lose. My methods are a bit extreme, but it was better leaving you there for a real jerk to take advantage of you then kill to making it look like your bike did it."
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Post by Valentina Aurora Harte on Jan 14, 2010 6:23:50 GMT -5
From that point on he treated her like the rag doll she had become. His touch was anathema to her. Shoving her into the shower he began to wash her as slowly tears began to well up in her eyes. Perhaps if he had gentle just once she would not have been reminded of Patrick, her masters hands who were rough and hard all the time yet always capable of thrilling her or had been. His mouth on hers had always been the only thing to be soft yet lately he didn't go for kissing her on the mouth anymore, something he most likely saved now for Faith.
He removed her from the shower and began to dry her, all the time she stood there speechless ruminating on why her life had taken this turn and all the turns that had come to this point. She heard him call her a stuck up brat but if he knew the real her at all, would know she was far from that. So her master became her world, it was her job as a slave to make sure that was always the case. That his needs were hers to fill, his wants became her priority to see to. It was not Patrick's fault that he became the object for feelings she thought she had for him. She had never been in love before so didn't know what it entailed, other than it hurt like hell.
She'd never understand what he had just done, would never understand why he thought it was necessary. But he was so obviously a master and knew no other way than the demeaning of a slave, any slave. He wasn't trying to help her out he had been out for his own gratification all along and no matter how he painted it up to make it look otherwise, it was still him out for his hole. "Just call me a cab" she said looking down at the spare clothes he had dressed her in. They looked nothing like anything she'd normally wear but she wouldn't have to wear them for long, she'd take them off and burn them as soon as she could.
Her hand didn't touch the bottle once that he offered, she wanted nothing more of him. Not his lies, not his touch, not his beer nothing other than to be rid of him.
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allan dan clark
Master
Master College Graduate
Semper Fidelis - Always Faithful
Posts: 42
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Post by allan dan clark on Feb 4, 2010 10:13:35 GMT -5
Not wanting to let her go yet he looked at her leg. He walked passed her to the door and locked her inside as he turned around toward her. "I have changed my mind Valentina you are going to tell me what i want to know, or things will get ugly. To make sure you get the message clear that i am not joking your not going to like what i am about to do." He said as he pushed her up against a wall he had in the room cuffing her to the bars so she would not be able to move he lifted the picture to her face. "Do you know who this is." He asked as he pulled out a whip looking at her as he removed the clothing exposing her body again. He cracked close by her knowing she would get the message. "You have seconds to answer me, and if i believe your lying you will be tortured." He rolled up his selves reviling the marine tattoo of his that had a cut throat pirate picture in between the the Latin words, and English ones. He watched her body language and eyes reading it so he would be able to tell if she is lying. As he pulled out a lot of toys to please and torture her. He was planning on breaking her and then moving her down to the sound proof basement to have more fun. his whole house was sound proof a 50. caliber gun being shout sounded like a car acting up outside his home.
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Post by Valentina Aurora Harte on Feb 6, 2010 6:24:13 GMT -5
Val didn't understand what was going on. One minute he seemed intent on letting her go and the next he was locking her in. A flash of something all too familiar was triggered and she shuddered. Backing up from him as if he were the devil incarnet, she watched helpless as he approached. Hastily looking about her she looked for something, anything to use in her defence but she was just not quick enough and he was pushing her up against the wall. He quickly handcuffed her as she squirmed and fought with everything she had. This too was all too familiar. Her eyes darted to the torn skin, the ugly scarring on her wrist. Not done from a botched suicide attempt but from her master chaining her up over night and subjecting her to a brutal raping the following morning.
For some reason she had been able to push all of this to the back of her mind but each moment longer that she spent here, flashbacks to that brutal first night came flooding back. It hadn't been just that night either though. She had been going about telling herself she cared deeply for someone when all along she was simply hiding the devastation he had caused in her. Val was a shadow of the girl she once was and Patrick had only owned her such a short time. How she would be if she stayed longer with him she did not know, part of her thought she wouldn't survive the year.
Allan shoved a photograph up for her to see, but fear blinded her. Obscured her vision and she could not make out who it was. Shaking her head and attempting to move herself as she saw the whip, she knew it was too late. The clothing that he had given her was now torn from her body, as it sagged helplessly in expectation of what was to come. There was nothing left, he did not have to raise the whip or to do anything else to her though she knew it would all come anyhow but she was no longer there. Her body was all that stood for him to abuse, her mind had shut itself off, closed itself down in preparation for the onslaught.
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