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| Shanna | Apr 15 2009, 05:51 AM Post #16 |
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Shanna could feel each individual heartbeat as she stood, watching the woman for any sign of hostile reaction, time was slowing down, the gap between heartbeats was longer now, she could feel sweat starting to form on the back of her neck. Finally the sound of broken common tongue overwhelmed the silence, and a finger came to rest on Shannas' cheek, and she couldn't help but let out a small yelp before she realised that it was going no further Shame... she recognised the voice from the depths of her mind, it had become quite vocal now it seems, although she couldn't remember hearing it before today, before she walked into this room, she didn't question it though, it seemed natural having this presence that spoke to her thoughts that seemed intendant of her own. The phrase was unfamiliar to her, doubtless something from the foreigners own land, but from the tone and the look on her face, Shanna took it to be a measure of respect, she had been surprised by the kiss, but she didn't seem to have took offence. The hand resting on her cheek moved, leaving a trail of electrified skin, that radiated out, causing her to shudder, and then lips, brushing her cheek so gently that it could have been the wind and her voice, again breaking the silence, whispering in the most tempting tone Shanna had ever heard. That voice, I'd do anything for she was shocked to realise that that though had not come from the other voice in her head, and she blushed slightly. Another kiss came, to seal the deal, she was now involved in some plan against the lord, against her master. A sudden rush of nerves announced itself brutally, shaking her loose from the shackles of the other womans' seductive tone. What if she tells? If she is merely bait, to lure out people who might betray him Then good bait she is the voice from the back of her head interrupted her conscious thought, even so, she was consciously admiring the girls figure and now imagining how it would feel to lie next to her, to have her covering Shannas body with kisses, all the time whispering seductive words into her ear. Snap out of it, fool girl! her conscious shouted at her, snapping her out of her fantasy There is serious work to be done Shanna suddenly felt loss, and cold, and took a moment to realise that the other woman had moved, she could not help but feel a slight pang of disappointment. She had gone to retrieve her sword, and for the first time she managed to get a good look at the weapon that had a short time ago been at her throat That feels like it happened in a past life light danced along it again, giving the impression that it was alive. “He” She could not disguise the disgust in her voice, and had no real wish to. “He is supposed to be back the day after tomorrow, that is what cook said, and she would know better than most, but he has been known to arrive back before he was due, as you found out” Another day she couldn't quite remember, the day this girl arrived, she remembered walking into the kitchen to find her there, and the embarrassment meeting a stranger in her 'work' clothes had caused but could only barely remember the lord returning, and had no memory of the rest of the day, something she was grateful for. “What is your plan?” |
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| Dom O'Jessen | Apr 17 2009, 04:24 AM Post #17 |
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“My plan is...” Dom started to say, and then she began to think about what exactly her plan would entail. The fact that she was finally able to be active and do something useful made her feel exhilarated, and by instinct she snapped back into her militaristic behaviour, which was characterised by efficiency, logic, and ingenuity. Instincts that had long ago been defined as secondary - inferior - were beaten down like slaves with a cane. And just like slaves, those instincts, so used to obedience and bowing before the master, evaporated. However, like always, it was impossible for them to evaporate completely, and so an almost insignificant residue remained to hover amongst her subconscious thoughts. ‘It is almost like being back at home. If only she were a sword-sister or a sword-brother...but if she was, we would never be in this mess in the first place.’ Dom regarded the girl while she mused on her plan and paced the length of her bed. Occasionally she would open her mouth but would quickly close it or mutter something in her mother tongue. She could see several strands of straw that had transferred to Shanna's red hair through their physical contact and the stains of mud (and manure?) that had rubbed off onto her dress. ‘She looks almost like a little girl with those large, innocent eyes and that short dress spattered with mud. How many winters has this girl seen? Eighteen? Seventeen? Sixteen?’ Age had no meaning when one served a Lord; Lords liked the young and the old equally. But in Avalon it was clear which end of the age spectrum was favoured. The girls in the bars, the girls in the streets, the girls clinging to soldiers and merchants had all been most certainly younger than Dom. In fact, Dom felt a quite old beside all these tantalizing, youthful beauties; she had only seen twenty-eight winters, but that was an age well past the recommended age for marriage and children and normal womanly lives. ‘Women...’ she scoffed in her thoughts. ‘Oh dear God of Justice, if only I had been born as a man! Then my talents and my desires would not conflict with the norm for my sex. Alas, I am a stranger to my own sex and an inferior to the opposite sex.’ Dom stamped her stocking-covered feet angrily and whirled to face Shanna, stepping closer so that she could talk softly and the girl would still hear. “This will be our plan. When th-” - - - BANG ! The door of her room flew open. Dom’s sword was out in a second. She ran at the door with her sword raised, ready to run through whatever enemy dared to step through the door. A girlish shriek stopped her in her tracks, and Dom lowered her sword, frowning angrily, cursing in her mother tongue. A girl (not as pretty as Shanna but far from unattractive) stepped into the room, quivering and sighing. It was the girl who slept in the bed next to Dom’s, the young one. Once she had regained her composure, she stared at the two people already in the room. “I thought you were meant to be cleaning, Shanna. And you,” she said as she turned to Dom. “I thought the Master told you not to wave your sword around! You almost didn’t get permission to carry that...killing-stick. If you threaten me one more time with that...thing...I'll tell him! But what are you doing slacking around, eh? You were meant to clean the stables. And what is that!” she exclaimed as she caught sight of the mutilated mattress behind them. “What did you do?” the girl gasped. Her voice was slightly nasal and carried a hint of a disdainful tone, which accentuated the high pitch of her voice. Before Shanna could respond, Dom sheathed her sword loudly and turned to the girl. “Elissa,” she hoped that that was the girl’s name. It was something like Elissa or Elyse; it was fortunate that her accent was so strong that the name came out slightly slurred and could have been either name. “I already finish cleaning stable. Shanna cleaning our room now.” She hated having to explain herself to the worthless creature before her, but no plan of theirs was ever going to work if they made one of the other servants suspicious. “There was big animal...Hairy, like mouse but bigger. Rat? Yes, rat. I try to kill but no luck. Hope it not hide in your bed, Elissa,” she said seriously, shrugging her shoulders and stroking her sword’s hilt, while the girl looked around the room nervously. Dom casually sauntered to her set of drawers, and began pulling off her muddy leather coat, dropping it to the floor. Next she unlaced the dark blue tunic and pulled down the breeches, so that she was only clad in her grey woollen shift and her dirty stockings that were held up by knee garters. This left a handspan of skin visible between the garters that came to her knees and the shift that came to halfway down her thighs. Elissa, who had not gotten used to the foreign woman who stripped with no shame, hurried to her own bed, took something from her drawer and scurried out of the room, all the time keeping her face turned away from the girl. “Is ‘cause she is jealous of muscles in my thighs. Wishes hers looked as good,” Dom said, a slight grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as she dived into a relatively clean red tunic and jumped into a pair of almost clean breeches. “Tell me, what is the worst thing that our master did to you ever?” |
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| Shanna | Apr 18 2009, 01:30 AM Post #18 |
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The woman started to speak, She will reveal her plan, and everything shall be ok, the plan will be perfect and I shall finally be able to escape Shanna was not entirely sure why she was putting so much faith in the woman that had just a moment ago held a sword to her neck, Will she let you escape from her? Or is she only helping you so she can have you herself? The doubt crept into her mind, and no amount of optimism would remove it, so she tried confronting it instead Would that be so bad? She cannot be any worse than the master you have now, surely? She may even take you back to her homeland, that would be nice, to travel that much of the world She'd almost convinced herself that she would soon be travelling the world, with this woman, not as a mere slave, and not as an equal either, but as a companion at least. NO! We shall have to master or no live, we will not spend the rest or our life kneeling to one person or another, we travel the world if we want, but only if we want. That settled her internal argument, she would go along with the girls plan, for as long as it suited her, but if it looked as though she was manoeuvring to replace her old master, she would run or Or what? Do you think you could defeat this woman? Even if you had the stomach to move against her you would lack the skill to win? Another doubt, this one she could think of nothing to mount an argument against I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, if I come to it. The girl seemed to be taking her time explaining the plan Maybe she has no plan the dire though was cut off be her speech and Shanna listened intently. *BANG* The noise interrupted the foreigner and cause Shanna to jump a few feet into the air before she realised it was someone at the door, the intruder shrieked, and it took a moment more to realise that Dom held her sword at the ready, Shanna hadn't seen it move. The woman was Elysie, another servant who seemed to have the 'fortune' of sharing the room with the warrior, from the look on her face, it was not the first time that she had found herself facing the sharp end of the sword. Elysie was saying something, but Shanna was lost in thought again, firstly she admired Elysie her long blonde hair pulled back into a tight pony-tail, showing of her blue eyes all she could, Shanna supposed that boys would call her pretty, but she was far from the prettiest girl, less pretty than Shanna, she supposed, for the lord picked her out of all of them, and he was used to the finest things in life. Shanna was not used to thinking of herself as pretty, but the fact that the lord picked her must mean something, however much of a curse it was, and she seemed to have an effect on this outlander woman. "..Wishes hers looked as good.” Shanna returned from her thoughts to find the warrior addressing her, but Shanna didn't hear what she said, as she noticed that the woman was a lot less dressed than she had been a short moment ago, Elysie was no where to be seen, but she could not bring herself to wonder where the girl had gone. Deciding not to question why the woman was so scantily clad, lest the magic that made it so be reversed she wondered if she should look away, it seemed to make no difference to the outlander, so Shanna resolutely kept herself passively looking at the girl, despite her rising excitement. The excitement soon turned to disappointment, as the woman began changing into some clean clothes. The question took Shanna by surprise, and her mind emptied of everything else. She was shocked that the woman would ask such a thing, Why would she want to know? How could she ask me to recall something so terrible? Her anger grew inside he, threatening to make her do something she was liable to forget, sadness too filled her, as she found herself unable to stop thinking about the things the master did to her, all the 'games' he liked to play, all the degrading acts that he forced upon her, the tears from earlier were attempting to return, but she fed them into her anger instead, she had found the answer. "He offers me as a reward." The sound was strained as it was spoken through a jaw clenched tight with anger. "To other lords he invites as guests, they play cards and stones and dice late into the night, and when he runs out of money, he wages me against their gold or silver, and if he looses." She struggled to make herself complete the sentence, no-one but the lords and herself knew that this happened, not that any would be shocked to find out, but admitting it to the woman seemed to be crossing a line she was reluctant to "If he looses then I must accompany the winner to his room when he retires, and he may do with me as he sees fit." Shanna was trembling with anger If you mock me or make light of this, so help me god I'll... she was unable to complete the thought. |
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| Dom O'Jessen | Apr 22 2009, 01:37 AM Post #19 |
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The grin on Dom’s face slipped off when she realised the girl seemed not to be listening. ‘Or then she didn’t understand you. Curse this stupid language and this stupid barbaric country for not speaking the language of the Lords!’ She longed to be able to articulate properly and express the ideas that amassed in her head. Every idea, however simple, seemed too complex to be explained clearly with the meagre spattering that she knew of Avalon’s common tongue. However slow her progress was, she could not deny that she was getting better every day. It was clear that her question had unnerved the girl. In a sense Dom pitied her, but also felt slightly aggravated by the uneven flood of emotions that erratically took over the girl. Dom would have to be careful around her; already in just one week (really in just two separate encounters) she had seen an emotional scale that stretched from friendly and shy, to fuming and murderous, to servile and fearful and back again. An unpredictable ally could be as bad as an unpredictable foe. ‘An ally? You consider this worthless girl an ally? But I suppose I must...I have nobody else. And she does have a certain tinge of pride in her. I shall have to probe a little more and get her to...’ Her inner voice subsided as the girl began to speak hesitantly. Dom coolly regarded the girl and carefully noted the effect that such a personal question had on her. Dom had deliberately kept her voice emotionless and her face expressionless, only allowing a mere hint of coldness and uninterest to enter the question. But as the girl told her story, Dom was unable to control her body language – ‘What happened to all your control, woman? You used to be able to take anything! A man poking pins into you, a woman dancing half naked in your lap, a whip across your chest, a laughing clown...everything. And now you have spent one week among these barbarians and you allow their customs to provoke you...’. These people were disgusting! She could not be more disgusted even if Shanna suddenly got down on her knees and told her that the Queen of Avalon was annually auctioned off as a whore to the highest bidder! She began pacing the room, unable to keep the curses and angry murmurs from passing between her lips. Her fingers absentmindedly drummed against the hilt of her sword. “Putanas yie!” she growled and the expletive of her mother tongue offered her some comfort. “Our master is...” Unable to find a suitable word from the vocabulary she had, she added in an appropriate adjective from her mother tongue. “He is bad. It not right to do so! In my home, when other Lords come visit they bring own people. My Lord only offer food and shelter. Master cannot do such a thing to you! How can you...But no...you have no choice, ja? You do what he says. But no worry, I have plan.” Dom marched over to the door, opened it, looked out into the corridor and closed it when she was satisfied that nobody was eavesdropping. She stood in front of Shanna, resisting the temptation to lift her hands and put them on the girl’s waist (the girl's shoulders were way too high up and would have only emphasised her smallness). Instead she crossed her arms and lifted her head so she could look up at the girl. “Can I trust you? Are you able to turn your back on master? Master who has taken care of you, fed you, given you shelter and clothes? But you cannot forget he is also master who disgraces you. Master who has no respect. Master who forces you and hurts you and has taken away your future. Maybe you no have enough courage? So how I know I can trust you? How I know you won’t betray me, eh? Because I swear to whatever god you believe in when master done punishing me, even if I dead, I will find you and give you back your honour in the most painful way I can. Betrayal is theft, you steal my trust in you, and I don’t like thieves, ja?” That was probably enough threatening for one day. ‘One minute you almost kill her and the next minute she’s crying on your shoulder. Three minutes later you’re standing in front of her and threatening her.’ “He must be killed.” She said the words slowly, trying to keep her thick accent from jumbling them. “Must be killed. It is right punishment for all the wrong he do to you. It give him back his honour, yes, and he will be man again. Every doing...every deed?... has a price. Some is rewarded, some is punished, understand? Honourable death is best price for such deeds as he has done. But our plan, we need a plan. He be back in two days, but we need more time. Can you wield weapon? I think not. We must borrow kitchen knife and I teach you. Then...how you think is best way for us both to get in his room? Maybe you take me and I hide? And when he calls for you we kill him?” She stared almost eagerly at the girl, her hand had again found its way to the hilt of her sword and the hint of a wolfish grin danced in the corner of her lips. |
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| Shanna | Apr 24 2009, 08:34 PM Post #20 |
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Shanna had to grin when she heard the woman slip into what she presumed was her native language, she had no idea what the words meant, but the tone suggested the common tongue equivalent would make her blush. At least she had now seemed to accept that Shanna had no choice to obay the master in his wishes, maybe she'd even stop calling her a whore now. The grin faded when she realised that the woman's anger was not fading, she seemed truely outraged that the master would do such a thing, the act was vile true, but Shanna knew better than to put act of depravity beyond the master, and she had no choice but to smile and accept, she even had to pretend to enjoy these things, sometimes he even made her ask, beg to participate in things that made her stomach turn. Her excitement built as she watched the other woman walk towards the door to check they would not be disturbed She has a plan, everything will be ok, my she looks fine now was not the time for such thoughts, the plan may be complicated. The woman returned, seeming satisfied that there was no stray ears to heard what was about to be said Plotting agains the master! she tried not to think about what getting caught would mean, Shanna looked down on the girl, who was now standing infront of her, arms folded under her breasts, Shanna got the feeling that she was trying to make herself seem as tall as possible, so ajusted her pose to reduce her height slightly, she was still taller by far. What an odd couple we make Shanna was not sure in which way the word 'couple' was intended Certantly not in that way, why I don't even know the girls name The thought startled her, she felt that she knew this woman more than most she'd spent years with, though in truth they had only spent a few hours near eachother at most, she would have to learn her name. Now she asked of trust, suggesting the shelter and food he allowed her made up for him treating her like he did, she would sooned sleep outside, and eat nothing but mouldy bread than spend another night with him, every fibre of her hated him, and this girl worried about trust? It was true they were taking a risk, Shanna would get away with being severly punnished for days or weeks if caught, but the outlander, there was a good chance that being caught would mean the end of her life, maybe asking if Shanna could be trusted was not so stupid afterall. 'He must be killed' The words took their time to sink in, they forced their way into her mind and made her think of a life with no master, Killed? And with me helping, light yet as the same time she knew it must be done, there was no other way, he would not let Shanna get away while he still had breath. You could run, fool girl! Pesuade this woman to take you to her homeland, there is no need to revert to... to murder! she almost believed the frantic thought, but her logic knew that if she went missing, the lord would find her, no matter what. She was talking of it as if the pair would be doing the lord a favour, helping him regain the honour he lost by treating her this way, Shanna couldn't see the logic behind that thinking, but no matter, the girl would help her, whatever reasons she needed to justify it were fine with Shanna, aslong as he died. Shanna had never held a weapon in her life, she thought, but when the girl went on to talk about training her with a kitchen knife she felt relieved, Atleast she's not going to make me use that sword, I don't think I could even lift it would a knife be enough? Shanna realised that she was picturing sinking the knife into the lords fat stomach, and worrigly could feel the smile creeping over her lips. "I can get a knife, if you can teach me how to use it. As for how we get you me and the lord in the same place..." The smile turned into a larger grin when the idea struck her. "We will offer him a show, he likes shows... You can dance can't you? And we'd need to find you something more.. Appropriate to wear" Shanna wore the seductive look the master had made her wear when she was to beg for something, she gently brushed the strap of her dress from her left shoulder, causing the garment to fall on that side as she softly stepped to the shorter woman, making her hips sway with each step, behind the foreghiner now, Shanna ran her fingers gently down the girls side, pushing the womans hips to the same swaying motion hers did and lent her head forward to the girls ear. "Yes... we shall put on a show" |
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| Dom O'Jessen | Apr 29 2009, 03:31 AM Post #21 |
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Helping him to regain his honour, well that was a euphemism if there ever was one. Dom had intrpreted the behaviour that the girl had displayed earlier correctly: Shanna was unable to criticise her master or appear before him in an improper manner. This explained the curious change in her behaviour that had happened on Dom's first day here; the moment the girl had stepped into the same room as her master, everything about her had slumped into the appearance of servility. Did she hate her situation enough to turn her back on her master and commit a grievious crime? Dom watched the girl carefuly, waiting for any sign of fear; had she been forced to give a bet, she would have wagered that the girl did not have the nerve to agree to this plan. One of her hands hung loosely by her side and the other gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and she was ready to snatch the girl and hold her if she showed any signs of baulking. To her great surprise a smile tugged at the corner of Shanna's lips, and a look she had not yet seen entered the girl’s eyes. ‘Oj, she is a surprising one. Soon, my pretty, soon. Oj ja, you shall get your revenge, I promise,’ Dom thought to herself while she stared at the girl. She could not stop her own smile, a sly copy of the girl’s, from touching her lips, and her own hazel eyes glinted with anticipation. ‘Aah, good. She has an idea,’ she thought as the girl’s smile turned into a wide and slightly vicious looking grin. When the idea was blurted out into the air, the smile drooped from Dom’s lips, leaving her mouth hanging slightly open. She stared at the girl disbelievingly, her head tilted to one side, her mind furiously trying to comprehend the quick Avalonian words. ‘A show? We will offer him a show? The kind of indecent shows that he asks the little whore to perform to him? Blasphemy! Oh shame be upon me! May a thousand thunders echo through the skies and a dozen forks of lightning crash upon my shoulders! Oh woe is me!’ she lamented in her mind. But Dom's thoughts morphed quickly. She shook her head once, bit her lip, opened her mouth and then closed it, shaking her head again. ‘What must be done will be done. If her sacrifice is to pick up a weapon and slaughter the man who gave her a living, then let this be my sacrifice. But I swear upon all the ridiculous gods and goddess of this ridiculous land that if this girl makes more a fool of me than is necessary, I will cut her head off and feed it to her master.’ The girl was talking again, and Dom dragged her thoughts from the back of her mind to the current situation. ‘Something more appropriate to wear’ sounded a touch unnerving, but Dom’s body relaxed as the girl looked down at her. The girl's arm rose to her shoulder, and the strap of her dress suddenly slipped down her arm. Dom could see the girl’s bare shoulder from the corner of her eye, crying out to be caressed by eyes, fingers, lips...But Dom did not break the eye contact she had with the girl. There was a roaring in her ears that was trying to stifle the girl’s voice, and she had to force herself to think so that the girl’s words made sense. However, Shanna’s movements spoke stronger than her words. She sauntered towards Dom in a way that sent her hips moving nimbly from side to side. She seemed to transform into a dancing flame before her very eyes, swaying and approaching in a wonderfully seductive manner. The roaring was louder, and Dom wanted to warn the girl about coming too close, but her lips would not open and she could not loosen her tongue. As the girl walked around her, she wanted to turn so that she could keep her in sight, but her legs were also under the same spell that had been woven over her lips and tongue. Suddenly Shanna’s hands were on her hips, feeling like the forks of lightning that she had just called upon herself. ‘You must have control. You must always be in control. You must have control. You must always be in control,’ she thought frantically, recalling the brutal punishments she had received last time for losing control in a situation similar to this one. ‘No! I must not think of that! I promised never to do it again! I promised never to even recall it! It was almost the end of my career, my life, but they gave me another chance. I must not let them down. I was absolved of that sin...I am perfected...I am able to resist temptation...I am my Lord’s servant, not the slave of my own need...’ But the roar managed to drown out even her own mental voice, and her hips were no longer moved by Shanna’s hands, but they moved from their own free will. “We...This is not...” She finally found the energy to work her mouth, though only those four words managed to force themselves out. ‘No, no...I cannot let this happen. I am the elder, I am the warrior, I am the stronger one, I must lead...’ The roar was a cacophony of inhuman shrieks, the howling of a north wind and the crash of ocean waves, and judging by the fact that the girl did not have her hands clamped over her ears, the roar existed only in Dom’s mind. She let it have what it wanted – which was to drown out all her thoughts of sanity and resistance – and when she gave in, it quietened to a lively but manageable drumbeat that had the same rhythm as Shanna’s movements. Dom let go of her sword’s hilt and her hands, unhindered, placed themselves over the girl’s hands. The backs of Shanna's hands were soft and cool like a summer stream. It would have been so easy to surrender to this serenity, but being a fighter, Dom was not about to give in just yet. Quickly, in time with the inner rhythm that they danced to, she whirled around, flipping her arms so that when she faced Shanna, the girl’s hands had been re-located to Dom's hips and her own hands were still over Shanna's. The move was as quick as any dancer’s, but lacked the agility and elegance; instead it was the calculated and efficient movement of a warior. She stepped closer and transfered her hands to the girl’s moving hips, stopping them in place. “I think your plan very good, but there just one problem. Oj, I don’t know how to dance. I think...I think you have to teach me...Shanna.” The name melted in her mouth like honey. She wanted to say it again, repeat it until she could say it perfectly with the taint of her foreign accent. “Ja,” she said, smiling coyly into the beautiful face above her. She raised one hand up to touch the strap of the girl's dress, neither putting it in its place nor pulling it down further. “Teach me now, Shanna." |
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| Shanna | May 6 2009, 02:23 AM Post #22 |
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The speed of the move surprised Shanna, one moment she was in control, moving the girls hips, making them sway in time to her own, and the next, the woman had span round, and although her hips still swayed, they had never broke their rhythm, Shanna could feel that they were doing so because the woman wished to. Of course one trained as a warrior would posses such speed, is it not said that the two disciplines are similar? And the best warriors often make the best dancers This boded well for her plan, although in truth, she doubted the master would be noticing the skill of the dancing past the outfits the two would be wearing. Oh, I doubt this girl has anything appropriate to wear She removed her hands from the girls hips, glad that she was not holding them there with hers and headed for the chest of draws she had seen her take her current outfit from. She opened the top draw roughly and started to rummage through the neatly folded white garments, knocking some to the floor as she did so. She found nothing that would appeal to the master, nothing to truly show-off the figure Shanna glimpsed when the woman had changed outfits, she tossed the now empty draw on the floor, and went to work searching the second with the same wreck-less abandon, this draw turned up nothing interesting either and was discarded on top of the first, Shanna was beginning to get annoyed. What sort of woman does not have anything to wear that would catch a mans eye? She turned to the foreigner. “Take off your shirt, and those breeches too, if I'm to find you something suitable to wear I shall need to see what I have to work with.” She liked the feeling of bossing this woman about, especially telling her to remove her clothes, she could see why her master enjoyed commanding her so much now. Not waiting to see if the girl did as she was told, Shanna returned to the draws with little hope that the third would hold her prize, she was already looking for new ideas Nothing I have would fit her, not without spending more time at the sewing needle than we have. Think, fool girl... Elysie, of course! She was about the same height as the woman, although far from the same build, that would not matter, the clothes she intended for her would be more revealing than close fitting and it was well known that Elysie was a favourite of the male staff, Shanna had caught her from time to time sneaking from one of their rooms to the other in the night, reprehensible behaviour, she had thought at the time, but useful now it seemed. Shanna half ran to the draws on the other side of the room that belonged to Elysie and made a guess at which one she would put her 'special' clothes in. She opened the middle draw and offered a small thanks to the goddess of luck, sitting atop the pile of folded clothes, showy items of all types, was the perfect dress. Shanna held it aloft from it's straps so she could better examine it. To call the small amount of emerald green fabric a dress was perhaps being favourable, for Shanna had shirts which covered more of her legs than this ever would, the neckline was so low that it was a wonder it held anything, and any secrets that it did keep hidden, would be shown to the world the moment the wearer bent even slightly, she turned with the dress still held high, sizing up if the dress would fit her new dance partner. Close enough for him She thought Close enough for the amount of time she'll be wearing it Shanna grinned again, knowing that the girl was in for a rude awakening. “Here, put this on, and don't ruin it, you'll have to wear it whenever we practice, so you can get used to moving in it, I do not think it is the type of thing you would willingly wear, but the master must find you appetising for the plan to work.” It occurred to Shanna that she still didn't know the girls true name. What am I doing? Entering into a plot with a woman I don't even know the name of? But it must be done, it is my only hope to be free of him some day “Girl, if I am to teach you to dance, you must do as I say, how I say it and with no argument, do not think of how humiliating it is, or how beneath you, think only of your next move, the masters last show will not be cut short by him sending you from the room a clumsy fool. Now, what would you have me call you?” And there is no reason why I cannot enjoy the dance too |
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| Dom O'Jessen | May 8 2009, 05:09 AM Post #23 |
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(OOC: see dear? i do keep my promises!) The connection between Shanna's dance and Dom's warrior practices quickly became evident. The movements, though for different purposes, had the same quality about them, the same exactness and versatility. It was clear that while Shanna’s movements were fluid and alluring, Dom’s were more militaristic, more 'efficient'. Dom was trying to imitate the swaying of the girl, when suddenly the girl fled away from her. Dom’s hand twitched but did not move to her sword when she realised that the girl had not fled from fear. She stopped her own hips and, with her arms crossed, watched the girl with an impassive expression. Dom’s clothes – which she had folded meticulously into place last night – were thrown from her drawers as the girl rooted through her few belongings. Apart from her sword and a little pouch that contained some personal belongings, Dom only had clothes. They were simple clothes that she had been given by some of her more generous co-workers. Shanna seemed not to be satisfied with anything as her digging became more fervent. She turned around, and it was only because Dom had been watching her so carefully, did Dom notice the dominating aura around the girl. Indeed, Shanna’s tone and words matched her stance. ‘”Take off your shirt, and those breeches too, if I’m to find you something suitable to wear I shall need to see what I have to work with.” So she wishes to find me something to wear. Well, she will be disappointed when she finds out that I own nothing that would even come close to being suitable.’ Dom smirked slightly and carried on with her internal monologue. ‘Hmm, Shanna is a bag of surprises...a bag that I thoroughly wish to explore. And now she even dares to order me? I fear if she is not curbed soon, she will end up like her master. Do they not say like master like servant? Perhaps...But not yet. I cannot punish her yet for being too arrogant, not while I’m enjoying her...authority this much. But I must remember that in the end there can only be one master...’ Dom unbuckled her sheath from her belt and laid it (with the sword inside) gently on the ground by her feet. Then she slowly began to untie the strings of her breeches. They dropped down, and she stepped out of them, bending down to pick them up. She folded them and put them next to her sword. She removed her garters and took off her tunic, but when she was about to remove her shift, she stopped to watch the girl. Shanna moved away from the unsatisfying contents of Dom’s drawers and to Dom’s surprise the girl went to Elysie’s chest of drawers. Dom was about to warn Shanna not to dig through the girl’s belongings (the very first thing that Elysie had said to Dom was to stay away from her chest of drawers), but she kept her mouth closed. It took no time for Shanna to find something she was satisfied with, for she quickly moved away and shoved a folded piece of green material into Dom’s hands. Dom let the material unravel and looked expectantly at Shanna, but when it became obvious that this one piece of cloth was meant to be the whole outfit, she could not help gaping. “I seen bigger clothes for little children...for babies!” Dom muttered as she pulled off her shift. Her body still glistened slightly with sweat, though the clean clothes had soaked away most of it. Her tanned skin was crisscrossed by white scars and marks, and a bruise (she had had a little accident while trying to calm one of the horses) was forming on her thigh. For a moment she stood with the material in her hands, shaking it and trying to figure out exactly which hole to dive through. Though she was fairly small, the material strained over her muscular body as Elysie was much lither than Dom. Fortunately the girl’s slenderness also extended to her chest, which meant that the dress also suited Dom in that area, though she was a little shocked by how low the neckline came. ‘Djah! I actually put it on! I cannot believe that I am actually wearing such a disgusting garment! Well, I shall tolerate this as long as I can have my fun with our lessons with the knife.’ When she was certain that the ‘dress’ was settled properly over her body, Dom frowned down at herself, biting her lip and wishing more than ever that she had not sold her armour. Before DOm could complain, Shanna spoke, again with the commanding tone. It was a surprise to realise that indeed she had not introduced herself to the girl. She opened her mouth to give her official title, which was what would have been expected of her back at home, but Dom bit back the sentence. ‘I am not at home anymore. I am not the servant of a Lord anymore, and thus I can do what I want. I do not have to be Adominia here, and she does not have to know my full name.’ “Forgive, I did not mean offence by not introducing. I am Dom,” she said, resisting the temptation to bow, another one of her country’s customs. “And you are Shanna. And I promise I do what you want, how you want.” Here she could not resist getting down on her knees, but when she realised how difficult it was to get into such pose while wearing such a dress, she opted for grabbing the girl’s hand. “I swear on my honour that I not make argument and I do whatever you want if it will take us to our goal.” Dom slipped her hand to the girl’s waist, caressing her hip. “And now, you teach me to dance so that when he see us, our master will become blind with the desire.” |
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| Shanna | May 21 2009, 01:12 AM Post #24 |
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Shanna took some time to admire the woman in the outfit she had selected, it fit her well, suited her almost, although any trained eye would be able to tell that it was not cut for her, the master would not be looking that close, not that he'd know what to look for anyway And it's not like she'll be wearing it for long Shanna thought it best to keep that part of the dance a secret for now, going by the look on the girls face. What sort of name is Dom? Shanna tried to place it, to picture someone she would have named such, it sounded a male name, so her imagined Dom was a man, someone used to being in control, a born leader maybe? Someone friendly to the people close to them, but someone to fear if you faced them, the imagined Dom was starting to resemble a male version of the real one standing before her, leaving Shanna to wonder what the name was short for, something equally strange, she concluded. A grin took over Shannas face when she heard Dom speak, pledging to do what ever she was told, on her honour no less Someone used to talking to lords, it would seem she suspected, had the girl been more appropriately attired, she'd be on her knees. I could make her do anything, and pass it up for training.. she felt excited at the prospect and wondered if this is how the master felt when he summoned her. "This will not be easy" Shanna spoke as she wrapped her arms around Doms neck loosely. "Remember what you have promised me. First sway your hips like I showed you, that will have to become second nature to you, you may even wish to practice it when walking going about your chores." Shanna began to sway her body in time to the music that always played through her mind as she danced, a tune she heard from some travelling people that had passed through her home-town, it had been them who had taught Shanna to dance, her mother had shouted at her when she found out, telling her that no lady should ever dance like that. I wonder, if I'd not danced like that for the master, would he have got bored of me before now? it was ironic that the dance that sealed her fate previously would be her saviour now. Bending her knees slightly brought her head to the same height as Dom's and she leant forwards to kiss her lips softly, before stepping behind her quickly, Shannas arms fell to the girls hips, intentionally dragging the straps of the borrowed dress of Dom's shoulders. "Now there is nothing holding that dress up but your body, you must dance looking like at any moment you'll be wearing nothing, but don't let it fall! Nothing is surer to ruin it that to have the master laughing at your clumsiness. Like this see?" Shanna moved in front of the woman once more, and removed the remaining strap from her shoulder, causing her dress to fall slightly before she caught it in her movement, she looked at Dom the was she would the master, although not having to fake the lust now, and slowly trailed her fingers down her dress, pulling it down slightly to one side, she span around quickly, kicking out the short hem of her dress, the master liked that, a brief flash of what was to come, she focused on the routine in her head, she wanted it to be a perfect show One and a half spins, and then.. With her back to Dom she bent down, just brushing the floor with the tips of her fingers, causing the dress to ride up exposing more of her flesh. Turning to face Dom as she straitened to stand she was suddenly still. "And then." Shanna took a step forwards. "When you decide" Another step. "You allow your outfit to fall" There was no visible change in posture, but suddenly whatever had been holding up the dress disappeared and it fell to the floor, another step took Shanna out of the ring of fabric, and right in front of Dom, not feeling any embarrassment now, even though she wore less than when they first met. "You're turn, I hope you were watching carefully" She could not help the mocking smile that came to her lips. |
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