TS - One Month Later - Bisanthium.

[Darth Vegeta]

He placed a rough hand on her cheek. For a moment a small smile flickered on his face than he grew serious again.
He stared deeply into her eyes.
"hmm you are an attractive woman" he stated matter of factly.
"What is your name?" he said.

 

[cassandra1]

"Rachel." She replied in a soft voice, then remembered what she overheard just a moment ago when Meira and Magnus entered the tent. Didn't Meira already tell him the name of their captive? It was possible that the leader of the mercenaries was planning to carry out a mild interrogation of some sort, asking simple and obvious questions first, learning all he could about the princess before deciding what to do.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

"A Princess huh?" he said "Hmmm..." he poked her stomach.
"Princess Rachel?" he looked at her.
"You look like a lady and you are a beauty... but a Princess? Without escort? What are you a runaway tribe chieftain's daughter? Doubtful..." he studied her further, his hands sliding over her dress.
His face intrigued but devoid of anger, hatred or lust.
For now he seemed to simply be 'curious' or 'doubtful'.

 

[cassandra1]

"Tribe chieftain? I am a king's daughter who chose to escape from my cruel father and..." Rachel responded with a frown when she felt Magnus' hands running over the silky smooth fabric of her dress. "Don't touch me!"

(Ooc: The name of Rachel's father is something I haven't quite decided on yet. Originally I called him Thoth, but there was a post where Kalamos gave him a different and more Roman-like name. I have a feeling Magnus would want to know the king's name, but it's best to avoid asking that question to avoid mix ups.)

 

[Kalamos]

(Ooc: The name of Rachel's father is something I haven't quite decided on yet. Originally I called him Thoth, but there was a post where Kalamos gave him a different and more Roman-like name. I have a feeling Magnus would want to know the king's name, but it's best to avoid asking that question to avoid mix ups.)

Kings and emperors used to have several names.
Given name, family names, titles, and so on.

Augustus itself wasn't a name, but a title.
His first name was Octavianus, and it was a tribute name as well.

Charlemagne too wasn't his real name, as much as a title, since his elder brother used to bear it before dying.

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Heck, even my handle isn't a name at all, but a nickname based on my chosen tool of trade.

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History and legend is full of heroes, villains and rulers with a long set of names, so this should not pose a problem at all.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: that or we can have collective memoryloss.

 

[cassandra1]

Ooc: We haven't actually created and developed the authority figures in Aygomenia. Not that any of the players are currently interacting with them, and it seems that new players prefer being travelers in the the wilderness than being a king's right hand man/woman, so the kings are like nameless characters sitting in the background.

Anyway Darth, can we continue the in-character roleplay?

 

[Kalamos]

Ooc: We haven't actually created and developed the authority figures in Aygomenia.

You must be joking.
Most players can't be bothered with reading the bare essentials.

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And I seriously doubt subjects in ancient times did know the proper names of their rulers beyond the scope of "your majesty", "master" and "don'thurtmeplease"...

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At any rate, the current ruling family in Tharagya comes from Galthari line.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: lol yep. Besides like in the Middle Ages, most people probably just followed the local lord. The King/Emperor is a distant thing. Though in the Roman Empire it did have a certain prestige and loyalty-inspiring aspect. But that's open for discussion as is the prestige/influence of Kings in the Middle Ages (depends on time/period/person too)

IC:

He smiled "Are you now?" he said amused.
"Cruel father? he said as his hands continued to probe her.
"You're an attractive one... that is for sure" he poked her nose amused at her defiant stare, kneeling next to her, he looked at the exit.
He wondered why Meira left her with him. As a toy? To be interrogated? To breed with? She had a fiery temper and he even he wasn't inclined to quickly get her angered. Besides... she was up to something... she always was.
He smiled lightly than turned his gaze back to Rachel.
"Are you afraid?" he said dryly. He slowly slid off her sandals. Finding no calusses, he was inclined to believe she was indeed at least of noble birth. Her slender hands and soft skin just reinforced that idea, casting asside her footwear, he placed his hands on his knees and went over her. It was tempting to act improper. Meira was a handful and a mate was not a 'toy'. This one could be... if he chose to. She wouldn't be able to stop him. But he resisted. No need for excess at the moment. Priorities were important besides he didn't know how much Meira would allow him to do. His fiancé never had spoken to him about what she would condone and what not. And though Meira was hardly in a position to command him directly... a man preferred to remain in his woman's favor or he would pay dearly indirectly.

He unbound her in part and helped her up after placing cuffs around wrists and ankles allowing her limited motion and movement.
"I suggest you don't try to run" he said "You can try but you don't want to try and flee from a military camp that has more men than women in it. Men with 'needs' they can satisfy all too little" he said.
Though he knew he was exagerating, Rachel didn't know that. He poured himself a drink and filled another cup also with red wine and offered it to her. "You can consider yourself my guest and a hostage" he said.
"Play nice and you have my word no harm will come to you" he said in a strangely charming way.

 

[cassandra1]

Rachel was puzzled as she took the cup of wine with her cuffed hands. He was being nice to her in contrast to the way his lackeys brought her to this camp, but she must not let her guard down. At the moment, she was at his mercy. "I want to know what you are planning to do with me." she asked Magnus, "Surely you are not holding me here just to keep you company."

 

[Darth Vegeta]

"I doubt you were captured by my fiancé just for the fun of it" he said.
He smiled lightly as he sipped his drink. "What i'll do with you depends on who you turn out to be... or what i'll prefer" he said. He eyed her a moment.
"You are hungry?" he suddenly asked.

 

[cassandra1]

"Not really." She replied with a frown. He did not answer her question the way she wanted it. She took a look around the tent, which was filled with torture devices. The mere sight of them made her shudder visibly, especially since Magnus had removed her sandals.

(Ooc: Can we leave out the long conversations? That was what made the previous thread boring. Are you not in the mood for tickling and bondage?)

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: always lol but next time let me know (; I thought i'd be boring you just by doing what you suggested, since a while ago you seemed bored during such a scene.

IC:
Magnus smiled as he took a little flask.
Meira really had the strangest tools, lotions and potions.
He smiled. It really was tempting... .
He glanced back a moment. Why not?
He slipped a bit in the drink.
He was curious what the effect would be on her. He'd seen Meira frequently use some of these flasks during her interrogations... . Back to her she couldn't see him slip the contents in her cup.
Offering her a new cup, he came to stand behind her. "Try it..." he said.
"It's a special wine" he said "I think you'll like it" he said. He glanced to the side, to a pair of darkbrown padded stocks.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he began to rub them soothingly "Go on" he said.

 

[cassandra1]

(Ooc: I was bored by the lengthy dialogue that came before tickling/bondage/sex/etc. It feels like our characters asked each other questions for an eternity before we actually do anything interesting.)

Not suspecting a thing since the first cup of wine he offered was normal, Rachel took the second cup and sipped it. There was no comment; it tasted the same as the wine in the first cup. Magnus rubbing her shoulders made her feel uncomfortable, as though he was planning to go beyond merely being a host.

Then it happened. Rachel was pulled into a deep sleep by the drug in the wine, just one of its possible effects. She lowered the cup onto a nearby table and fell into Magnus' arms.

 

[Kalamos]

Back then they used to *talk* too, ya know?
Ah, where has all the poetry of love gone, I say.

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😉

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: rofl 😛 Okay okay (takes note) less talk more tickling rofl.
Give me a nudge when you want me to go back to a period of less torture and more talk 😛

IC:
He smiled as the beauty fell back. Thankfully he stood behind her, so he easily caught her. Gently his lips touched hers before he ran them over her cheek. "Now what to do to her... first..." he let the tip of his tongue run over her cheek. It felt warm and soft, pleasant to the touch... .

The first thing Rachel experienced upon awakening was darkness and when opening her eyes, the darkness lingered. She sat up straight, ankles immobilized by stocks though she could not see them. Her arms were stretched vertically. The back of her 'chair' or whatever she sat in was comfortable and padded though. It was only than that she could truly realize her back was bare and with that realization came that she was entirely naked. Her toes pulled back and unnable to move. Her fingers could still claw at thin air but her wrists were firmly locked in some overhead object.
Slowly fingers danced over her sides, stomach and than greedily over the curves of her breasts. Large, rough but pleasingly warm fingers. The motion was a bit tickly but mainly pleasant. A bit remiscent of a lover's touch, exploring her curiously during a first night.
She heard no noise and her 'captor' spoke not. Or captors for that matter... .
She heard a bottle being open and slowly the substance dripped on her stomach and chest before the hands began to rub it in. A kind of pleasing massage in a way though it was obviously not the main purpose or goal of the ministrations. Soon her legs and feet received a similar treatment, a firm footrub being delivered without to much pulling, after all her toes and ankles were restrained. Than her neck and cheeks followed and a small drop was allowed upon her bloodred lips. It tasted pleasantly sweet. And it smelled nice. Slowly the product began to make her skin feel 'tingly'.

OOC: i'm leaving it up to you what exactly the effects of the 'lotion' are. ^^
Btw if you wish to discuss anything or so, pm me miss ^^

 

[cassandra1]

"What happened?" She asked whoever was with her, still a bit groggy but conscious enough to realize that she was tied or shackled in a very vulnerable position, as well as blindfolded and naked. She felt the strange liquid being poured onto her skin in small amounts, making her squirm when she felt a tingle on her skin with each drop.

The fingers continued to slide over her upper body. She started to ask more questions, "What's going on? Who are y..." Suddenly the effects of the lotion kicked in, making her skin more sensitive in the blink of an eye. What felt like a gentle massage just seconds ago now made her jump on her seat and squeal, "EEEEEEEEK!"

 

[Darth Vegeta]

Suddenly nothing happened.
She could 'sense' motion around her though and than there was warm breath that ran across her cheek, neck and shoulder. Up and down.
Slowly lips met and caressed the sensitized skin. "I hear this is quite addictive my dear" he said "I'm curious... if it was an exageration".
He slid his hand over her stomach than suddenly his fingers clawed gently and the slide began a spiderwalk towards her breast. At the same time a warm set of lips came to plant a kiss on her soft cheek.

 

[cassandra1]

Rachel turned her head left and right trying to find out which direction the voice came from. It sounded like Magnus though it could be someone else. "Quite addictive?" she asked, "What do you mea-EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA!" Her voice turned into a high pitched squeal the moment she felt those fingers dig slightly into her soft belly. She twisted and turned her body, trying to get away but to no avail.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

"Yes... addictive. You'll need more and stronger sensations i hear. Among 'other' things. My female counterpart uses it to train her servants and slaves. It can in fact be quite rewarding... if she's in a suitable mood." he than eyed her body again.

"Quite soft" he stated. "I wonder how many people have touched this skin" he said "If indeed you are a 'princess'" he said with a slight nasty undertone. She felt weight descend upon her legs and the form apparantly had sitten down on her stretched legs.

Slowly the fingertips trailed over her sides to her armpits where he waited a while to 'scrabble' away with quick poking assides of his fingers or successive but deep caresses using all his digits. Sliding down with hands clawed, over her sides, he stopped.

Suddenly she felt kisses descend upon her breasts and the hands groped them, the ministrations were quite relaxing even though the substance rubbed onto them made them tingly and pleasantly ablaze.
As soon as she relaxed long enough, the tickling started again. First under her breasts than moving up to the sides before heading for the top where her rigid nipples awaited treatment by his thumbs and indexes, who played with them.

He gave her yet another breather fondling more, leaning forth he licked her neck and cheek gently not smothering her in saliva just touching enough to give her a tickly and teasing sensation.
Than he moved away, the weight lifting of her legs.

"My wi... girlfriend taught me a few tricks. A certain distraction and irritation can be quite effective early on" slowly a feathery object touched her left ear, dipping in, tickling her defenseless earcavity. The feather moved down her neck over her shoulder before becoming joined by another similar fluffy object. Both headed for her chest again, torturing her breasts with light caresses before sliding back up and ending at her right ear.

"Like that?" a hand with feather, rested on her shoulder and while he spoke those words his feather moved down her stomach, past her bellybutton and towards a special place... .

He remained there, reinforcing the feathery touch with a second one, probing her gender and at times dipping in. Regardless of her stretched legs, making entry slightly difficult... his eyes meanwhile moved across her long legs, towards her restrained feet. He returned his gaze to her gender than to her face, curious what reaction she would have.

 

[cassandra1]

Ooc: One thing at a time, Darth. I don't have time to write long posts, so I find it hard to respond to everything Magnus did in your post. Yes, I like what you're doing and the amount of detail you added, but don't have like ten different 'activities' including breathers crammed into one post. One or two is good enough.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

OOC: okay. Just didn't want to give you another threeliner. ):

 

[cassandra1]

Rachel started to panic as her body thrashed even harder, as much as her bonds allowed. She was practically screaming in ticklish agony, "EEEEEAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEE!" The breaks he gave her did not stop her from struggling, her large breasts heaving in his hands while she tried to catch her breath. She definitely did not like being fondled but that was the least of her worries right now. Whatever that lotion was, it made her at least ten times more ticklish in every part of her body where it was applied. And Magnus knew exactly where to target.

Thankfully, he stopped and did something new, teasing her between the legs with a feather. That was strictly off-limits for a princess; not even Valerios did it. Rachel suddenly felt a new sensation, giving her a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty. She moaned softly but said nothing, hiding her emotions.

 

[Darth Vegeta]

"I bet you'd enjoy this if I were a male of your choice no?" he said teasingly.
The feathery touch continued to tease her gender but not firmly enough give her any release. "And i haven't even gotten to your lower body yet..." he said. While the feather continued to dance, he slid another index over her soft cheek.

 

[cassandra1]

She started to breath deeply, taking in every stroke of the feather without resisting. Her head turned sharply to one side when Magnus touched her cheek, showing him that she was not going to give in so easily. "You will be in so much trouble for this." she said angrily. However, the teasing from the feather made it more and more difficult to hide the fact that she was enjoying it.