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It was all just a game to him. He had honoured her – the first female warrior he had ever chosen for this task. He had handpicked her from the team of crack assassins he had assembled. He had selected her weapons for her himself: a short sword and a dagger.
She was newly graduated after two hard years of training, and her challenge was clear: How close could she get to killing him before he stopped her? If she could manage to get closer than any of the previous assassins, he would release her. She would win her freedom. If she failed, he would have her killed, or at best, have her punished. The severity of his tortures was legend, so she fully realised what was at stake.
She had accepted his challenge, thinking it was just a game to keep him from boredom. That was her first mistake.
Why would he remember? She was no longer a person of consequence. Two years ago, he had killed her family, raped her and forgotten about her. But she had escaped, made her way into his ninja training corps, had been trained to be a killer and this was her opportunity for revenge.
She had passed throughthe heavily guarded compound, had covertly made her way into his house. She had managed this without having to kill a single one of her colleagues. True, she had had to disable several of her friends on the way ...

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She stands on her balcony, clad in nothing but her sheer nightgown. A gentle breeze stirs across, making her hair and clothes dance, as she looks in want at the castle on the hill. Tonight only the light of the full moon illuminates the scene. A look of fear crosses her face as she sees her night lover descend upon her town in his carriage, black as the midnight sun. The door opens and the tall lithe form of the Romanian count slides out of the carriage and effortlessly jumps up to her. She collapses into his arms, longing for his touch, causing a smile to spread across his supernaturally beautiful face. A glint of hunger and lust crosses his eyes as he picks her up and carries her to the bed. She moans in anticipation as her lover unbuttons her high-cut top and his warm breath caresses her neck and breast. She grabs his face and kisses the ethereal and beautiful creature deeply, her tongue snaking out between their lips to caress at his long, hard canine teeth. He presses into her, their two bodies as close as physically possible, his arms wrapped around her and hers around him, feeling the awesome yet gentle power in his embrace. The count opens his maw, letting his tongue out to run and caress his love’s before breaking the kiss. She moans a little more as she feels hands wandering the tender flesh ...

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I kept catching a faint glimpse of leather as she shifted in her sleep, her legs moving apart and together unconsciously, drawing the eyes since there were no covers shielding her from view as she lay on the bed. My servants had prepared her perfectly, following my instructions to the letter. She was lying there helplessly, with her hands and wrists bound to the bed with thin leather straps, and her eyes hidden beneath a blindfold. A warm fire was burning brightly in the room’s large fireplace, keeping her warm since she was merely wearing a night shift made of thin cotton. My servants had brought her to me early this morning, and had lovingly prepared her for my pleasures.From my seat by the fire I watched her as she slept, planning my joys for the day. I knew should would awaken shortly and I looked forward to seeing her reaction to this situation. It was always delightful to watch as realization sank in, and the fear and helplessness took over. She was starting to come to, and our playtime was about to begin. I heard a faint whimper as she noticed the change in her circumstances and surroundings. Her hands moved uselessly when she tried to free herself from the leather bindings. I saw her face turn towards me, as if she could feel my presence. Her legs moved as she tried to explore the area around her. ...

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When Bella awoke, it was because a golden band of afternoon sun fell across her face. She threw a hand across her eyes to shut out the glare, and looked around slowly. The walls of the Labyrinth enclosed her still, but there was a chink in the ceiling far above. It was through this distant skylight that the sunshine came upon her. She lay alone in a crude bed of furs and rough bedclothes. The Beast was gone. Her clothes lay gathered next to the crib. Bella ran a tongue over her parched lips. His thoughts entered her head, unbidden. "There is water in the ewer. Fruit, bread and wine have I brought as you slumbered. Drink, eat, wash, as you wish. I return soon." Hesitantly, she reached out with her mind, feeling for his presence. He was unmistakable, a primal force of keen power. He was offering her his name. Bella savoured the warmth that he sent by thought alone. "Bella. Wife.""Asterion. Husband." She could even feel his smile at her ready reply.She washed gingerly, grimacing a little at the weals and bruises on her body. Nonetheless, she was unbleeding, whole and self-possessed of herself still. He had left her wine, tomatoes and olives, bread and oil. She made a simple meal of these, then set out to find him.She had not thought beforehand how she would fare in the maze, but it was apparent that he always knew where he was. He had made her part of him, so ...

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I was on the couch in my basement watching television; I was clad only in boxers and a t-shirt. Just the soft glow of my laptop could be seen in my otherwise pitch-black surroundings. I had gotten bored of the program I was watching so I started surfing the net. As with every trip to cyberspace I was getting bored with tech news and emails so I wound up at this site. http://www.chubbyland.com. I know it is no substitute for the real deal but it keeps my interest. The girls are a little chubby but who doesn't want to have a healthy girl instead of some stick figure, that when you ram your cock into she breaks in half. The girls were starting to kiss and fondle one another. I was getting a twitch between my legs and realized my cock was rock hard. I figured why not jerk it to the girls on the screen. I closed my eyes and grabbed hold of my shaft; I slowly stroked it and started to imagine it is one of the chubby girls sucking on my cock. As I was sitting on the couch using my imagination, trying to concentrate on making my hands feel like a sultry mouth. I opened my eyes and there was a girl on her knees sucking my cock. I put my hand on top of her head and guided my cock in and out of her mouth. Man my imagination must be getting better as I get ...

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Every night for two years I watched Isis step onto stage, with the same costume, saying the same lines and singing the same songs with the same arrogant, stuck up, big-headed, shallow mortals that tormented her name every time she was not there.
Ever since I saw her, I felt that I was to protect her, both body and soul. This meant leaping from rooftop to rooftop as she walked home in the cold, smokey night air on her own. This meant watching her as she slept, her pale, beautiful body covered by the satin sheets on her grand, four-poster bed. And this meant watching her from the tallest balcony in the Delfont Mackintosh Theatre as she sang 'On My Own' in her sweet, innocent tone of voice.
I'd watch Isis transform into Eponine with a simple make-up, hair and costume job. She'd enter the dressing room in riches & come out in rags, kind of like a reverse Cinderella if you wish to see it that way. But tonight was the most unusual of nights. I swung down from the top of the roof, onto a hidden lighting rig just as the performance was about to start. I'd been watching this for two years so obviously I knew the script and the songs off by heart, and muttered them under my breath. But at the same time, I was eager to see the dark blue eyes of my beloved peering into the audience.
After half an hour of ...

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The forest was blooming with color. It was autumn and the fiery oranges and yellow of falling leaves made it seem like the leaf litter was in flames despite the cool breeze that ruffled the tree tops.Tarah skipped along stopping every now and again to examine a shrub or new flower. She was light hearted and carefree. Her long red hair the perfect compliment to her pale complexion and sharp features. She looked like a wood sprite and truth be told she felt like one. She had always been at home in the forest, any forest, whether it be the one that grew near her farm or this one.Tarah and her parents had taken a trip to Greece, her fathers’ birthplace. And staying with family gave her plenty of time to take a break from sightseeing and escape by herself into the lush trees that lined her great aunts property. Seeing the mountainside so close Tarah couldn’t resist hiking up into the larger uncharted region that her family had told her not to go into. She laughed to herself as she climbed up into the deep green area. Her family treated her like a baby even though she was graduating high school. They always were telling her to be careful and to not take chances.She was glad to have the break from school. This was her last chance to enjoy herself before she would have to immerse herself in college studies. She stopped and took a lungful of the fresh air. ...

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With considerable trepidation, she stepped up to the portal. The marriage rite was complete. The other priestesses hung back. Bella turned and looked over her shoulder at them for the last time. Her Mother Superior made a sign of sending.
"Go with our blessing, child. You are our last hope."
The Beast had given her people an Orb of Power in exchange, and expensive dowry indeed for one such as her, but it was not enough. She had to ask for more from him, and she did not know him, only the things that were spoken of him. Beast, monster, demon, fiend, guardian of the labyrinth and sentinel of the maze. She did not even know if he would accept her, but she had to try. The lives of her people depended on her. Bella hurled herself through the gauzy doorway before she could change her mind. The dancing, wavering torchlight of the temple slipped away behind her, and she was swallowed by the dark.
Time, space, dimensions bent and screamed past, wrapped around her. She had the impression of throwing an arm to her face. Everything else was a hurtle of stars, a stillness of the absolute dark, a bright flash of openings and closures. There was a clamour that hurt her ears and a deafening silence. The texture of her voyage caressed her and ripped her flesh to smithereens. She was falling, or adrift. She could not tell.
Suddenly she felt a solid floor beneath. She ...

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"It's like I'm sliding sideways through time and space," Quentin explained.
Vivienne nodded encouragingly.
"You might have seen that movie Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow," he continued. "Maybe, in this continuum, it stars Renee Zellweger."
"I'm sure it was Uma Thurman."
"Whoever." Quentin took another sip from his beer. "Sliding sideways, she was. Only for me, it's happening all the time."
"All the time?" Vivienne asked, raising an eyebrow. "How can that be?"
"It's like Stephen Hawking explains. You know, that we live in an infinity of parallel universes. Only that while most people stay in one spacetime continuum all their lives, I'm constantly sliding through all of them. I don't go backwards and forwards in time. I just go forwards, but the universe I'm in changes around me. And I've got no control of it any more than most people have any choice about which parallel universe they spend the whole of their lives in."
Quentin paused to assess Vivienne's reaction. Was she humouring him? He often felt the urge to confess his predicament. He knew that the Quentin who would live with the confession was the Quentin whose body he was currently occupying and who would, no doubt, be thoroughly confused by the memory of this occasion.
Vivienne tapped her cigarette on the ashtray. "Go on," she urged him.
"Are you sure?" Quentin asked.
Most women he spoke to on this matter would now ask, "What you on?" Or they would pretend not to have heard anything. He was ...

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For the life of me, at the time, I couldn’t figure out why when Teresa our beautiful new Spanish maid, brushed against me, then stopped, looked so damn seductive into my eyes, as she says, simply, “Oh, please excuse me Beverly.” Then goes on with her duties, I become so orgasmic. Perspiration instantly forms on my forehead, the palms of my hands become sticky, and that strange little twitch in my pussy began, like it does just before I seduce some empty headed man. It wasn’t until we’d left the house that it went away. My god what do I do now. I certainly cannot ask mom to get rid if her, especially since I have no logical reason. Oh, don’t misunderstand me, there is a reason but not one I can simply go to my mother and talk about. This can only be traced back a week ago when Rob and I were out in the woods, looking for the best place to spread out a blanket, lay on it and become involved in the rites of spring. The rights of spring, what a laugh that is, we went there to fuck our brains out. Rob was my lover, one of many, but he was so forcefully overwhelming and brutal, I loved his ruthlessness. He created such powerful orgasms through out my body; I could never get enough of his gorgeous 10 inch prick in any one of my three orifices. Whether it was too much wine, or the spring ...

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