Little Miss Marker.

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This is a closed thread for Caela and CG Raven I invite you to read along and enjoy.

Have you ever wondered how far you would go if truly pressed to protect what you valued most. That of course brings to bear the question of what one truly values.. For some it is their family their loved ones, for other it may be something quite different, power and prestige immediately come to mind. One only has to pick up the morning paper, or turn on the evening news to see the latest politician so penitent as His loving wife by his side as he confesses his betrayal of them for a tryst in a seeded hotel room. Yet as we so piously sit there thanking the heavens we are not like him do we stop to think what is our Achilles Heel. That was the question that Franklin Faraday should have taken the time to ask himself.

Franklin Faraday was the president of Faraday Financial Brokerage, the single largest privately own brokerage in the nation. The assets of the Firm where rumored to be in the Billions if not the tens of Billions and that was not far from the truth. The problem of the matter was that those vast sums where based on Wall Street’ willingness to trade with Faraday Financial Brokerage. Without it those vast sums held in securities where worth little more than the paper they where written. The recent panic and the housing loan debacle suddenly made his worst fears come true, trading with the Firm had stop but that was not the worst of it.

It all started a little over a year ago when Franklin called his daughter Sybilla and asked her to cosign yet another stack of dry business papers. This was not an unusual event, as she had been doing so sense her eighteenth birthday, every time she came home from college or when the matter was so pressing that her father would have a messenger service deliver the papers and wait for her signature. Normally this function fell to “Uncle” Johnny a trusted employee of the firm but on this occasion it was a rather large and a bit scary character that she had never seen before.


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Claude De Mort studied the distinguished gentleman that sat across the Louis Quatorze desk from him. It was only the second time that they had met, the first to draw up the contract for the loan and now this evening.

“Monsieur Faraday please this begging does not become you we are both businessmen, Men of the world. The installment on your note has come due and as you say, you can not meet it. So in accordance with our contract I am calling in your Marker, and demand delivery of your collateral.”

De Mort soft docile tones where matched by the steel in his cold grey eyes.

“Make the call Monsieur Faraday I assure you it will be much easier than if I have to send Rene to collect what is owed me.”

One look at the hulking brute with the livid scar that ran from above his right eye to just below the left settled the argument without a further word. Slowly he dialed the number that he knew only to well.

“Sybilla darling I don’t want to alarm you but an emergency has arisen and I need you to catch the next plane home it is a matter of life and death. Please hurry baby I will tell you all when you get here. It would be unwise to say more over the phone.”

Claude de Mort pressed the receiver button down before Faraday could change his mined.

“ Come Monsieur Faraday let us wait for your charming daughter at your home.”

It was apparent that he had no intention of letting what was owed him slip through his fingers.

 

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“Sybilla darling I don’t want to alarm you but an emergency has arisen and I need you to catch the next plane home it is a matter of life and death. Please hurry baby I will tell you all when you get here. It would be unwise to say more over the phone.”


For a long moment Sybilla just stared at the phone that had gone dead in her hands. Granted it wasn't unusual for her father to call her with emergencies, and they always seemed to be "life and death" with him, but he did usually give her a little more to go on. And he usually at least observed the simple formality of some small-talk before hanging up.

"Must be bad this time," she murmured to herself before simply snapping the cell phone closed and dropping it back into her purse. "So much for todays classes."

Turning away from campus she headed back to her apartment where she would pack and call the airport. It would be easy enough to get a ticket home tonight. Expensive as hell but, unlike her father, she handled her money well and it wouldn't be a hardship.

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9 pm that night:

The taxi pulled up the drive of her childhood home and she sighed softly. Her father really should have sold it long ago and bought something much smaller. This sprawling estate wsa truly more than he could afford with the market the way it was but would have sold quickly to some rich movie star or other looking for a quiet retreat and given her father a more readily available flow of actual money. Instead he clung to it which was part of the reason he was always borrowing against the money her mother had left her upon her death.

It really was getting old and tonight she planned on finally demanding he sell the place. She wasn't going to continue to be his private bank and keep bailing him out all the time.

It was time he learned to grow up a bit.

Paying the cab driver, and tipping him generously for bringing her so far outside the city, she slipped from the yellow car and grabbed her only suitcase before heading up to the house. She really didn't want to be here but before she could change her mind and just turn around and head back the door to the house was opened by the same hulk of a man that had started bringing her her father's papers of late. Something about this man terrified her on a gut-wrenching level that she couldn't explain but she kept her fear off her face as she breezed into the house with a light smile - a smile she didn't feel - curving her full lips.

"You know Lurch, you really should do something about that scowl," she teased the large man to cover her own trembling nervs and wondered just what the man saw when he looked down at her.

Anytime she saw him he made her feel just how not-tall she was and it irritated her. She had a strong sense of herself that kept her from feeling short very often even though she was only 5'4 and despite her slight frame, not many people could make her feel weak either. Without doing anything this man made her feel both.

"Dad!" she called out when the hulking man in the doorway said nothing to her, "Hey Dad, where are you?! And what's the emergency she this time?"

 

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Much had changed a Brier Cliff sense Sybilla had last visited her childhood home, not the least being that Norris her father’s butler for as long as the girl could remember was not the one answering the door. No instead, it was the lumbering brut that she had met on several occasions now. Apparently, he was more than just a mere currier.

Rene dark brooding hazel eyes looked down on the petite beauty who stood with case in hand. The girl brushed by him with an air of superiority and a flippant remark.

"You know Lurch, you really should do something about that scowl,"

Rene could smell the fear that Sybilla tried to hide. He could see it in her soft eyes, and in the way, they refused to meet his as she brushed by him. If there was one thing, Rene knew it was fear, how to recognize, Instill it, and use it to get the boss, Monsieur De Mort what he wanted.

"Dad!........ "Hey Dad, where are you? And what's the emergency this time?"

There was a note of concern in her voice as silence greeted her call. Rene placed his meat hook of a hand on her shoulder.

“Your father is in his study Miss Faraday.”

The man’s voice was a dark rumbling that seemed to rattle from him like the crack of doom. The was his hand rested on Sybilla’s shoulder brought the petite beauty to a halt in her tracks.

“ Beth take Miss Faraday’s bag to her room.”

The gorgeous young girl that seemed to appear from no where took the case form the startled young Miss Faraday’s hand. She like the hulking brut was new to Brier Cliff, it seemed that Beth had replaced Mrs. Smyth. Claude de Mort had spent his time well as he waited for Sybilla’s arrival, her father’s staff dismissed and his own people now fully encamped at Brier Cliff.

Relieved of her case Rene escorted the girl to her father’s study where she saw Claude de Mort for the first time and he was seated behind her father’s desk, his hands tented before his face his cold grey eyes studying her as she stood there in the doorway.

Sybilla this is Monsieur De Mort…………………….”

Her father was standing by the hearth of his study looking more like a visitor in his own home than its master.

 

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“Your father is in his study Miss Faraday.”...“ Beth take Miss Faraday’s bag to her room.”


Sybilla cast a quick glare up at the mountain standing next to her but refused to give him the satisfaction of trying to struggle out of the grip he had on her shoulder. What would have been the point? He had at least a foot on her and probably close to - at least - two and a half times her muscle mass. It would have been an excercise in futility and she was smart enough to know it.

The girl, Beth, that came forward to take her bag was a shock however and Sybilla let it show in the slight widening of amber eyes and the tightening around her full lips. It was clear this was a development she didn't like but she didn't try to fight when Beth took her bag. She wanted to, she wanted to scream and have a fit of temper right there in the hallway - what was going on with all these changes?! - but her Mother had taught her better before her death. All she had to do was keep her composure long enough to talk to Father and then she was certain everythign would be explained.

Perhaps Mrs. Smythe was ill and on a leave and Norris had certainly been getting old and deserved to retire. Surely there was a logical explanation for all of it.

Or there damned well better be. It was the money her Mother had left her that had been subsidizing her Father for quite some time now, if he couldn't explain himself properly he was going to find the "Bank of Sybilla" permanently closed.

Turning to her Father's study she got another shock when she found a complete stranger sitting at his desk and her Father standing near the hearth looking like a visitor in his own house.

Just what the hell was going on here?!

Without a thought really she pulled an elastic tie of her wrist and reached up, twining her long, firey curls into a loose braid to keep it out of her face. It was a nervouse habit and she knew it but it wasn't one she'd ever bothered to try and break herself of. Looking between the two men it was clear from her expression that she was waiting for some sort of explanation...and rather impatiently at that.

Sybilla this is Monsieur De Mort.

" A pleasure to meet any friend of my Father's, Monsieur DeMort, " she managed being as polite as possible but it was clear that a simple introduction wasn't going to stem her impatient curiosity. "Please forgive my rudeness Monsieur but my Father called me home on some rather urgent business and I'm afraid I must steal him from you for a short while. If there's anything you need until he returns I'm sure the staff will be more than happy to attend to it."

She'd even managed a small smile while she spoke but the looks she was casting her father made her displeasure quite clear. What was he thinking to call her home on something that he claimed was "life and death" and then have her walk in on a social call?! She was more than ready to throttle him and simply tell him "No" to whatever it was he wanted.

 

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Claude de Mort watched as Sybilla entered her father’s study. The little flash of anger in her soft amber eyes, when she addressed her father. Her bearing was regal designed to hide her emotions as if the stunning young redhead was holding her self, aloof and detached from all that surrounded her. De Mort could not miss the sensual swell of her firm young breast, nor the seductive curve of the young beauty’s tight little ass. To all appearances Sybilla Faraday was a composed young woman of position who was confident and gracious.

" A pleasure to meet any friend of my Father's, Monsieur De Mort, Please forgive my rudeness Monsieur but my Father called me home on some rather urgent business and I'm afraid I must steal him from you for a short while. If there's anything you need until he returns I'm sure the staff will be more than happy to attend to it."

But appearances can be deceiving. Claude had notice how she hand slipped the elastic from her wrist and had started to braid her firry mane. He smiled to himself as the girl swept the silken hair from her face, the copper braid accentuating the sensual curve of her neck.

“Miss Faraday I am afraid I am the reason your father called you home.”

His fingers remained tented in front of his face making it hard to read any emotions that might make a fleeting appearance.

“Do have a seat Chere.”

The familiar term was most out of place for this man to use when he had just met her. Rene’s meat hook of a hand rested on Sybilla’s shoulder as if to punctuate De Mort’s request.

 

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“Miss Faraday I am afraid I am the reason your father called you home.”

His fingers remained tented in front of his face making it hard to read any emotions that might make a fleeting appearance.

“Do have a seat Chere.”

Sybilla's eyes narrowed slightly at the stranger's comment about his being the reason she'd been called home as well as at the familiar way he spoke to her. Who the hell did this man think he was to offer her a seat in her own home and to address her as if he'd known her all her life?

The Mountain - as she's come to think of Rene - dropped his hand to her shoulder again and she could feel him pressing slightly at the same time and this time she could repress the shudder than ran down her spine. Turning her head to glance up at him she silently cursed her lack of height, it made trying to glare at anyone pointless. It just didn't intimidate when the glare came from a 5'4 slip of a girl that the guy knew couldn't really hurt him.

Still he didn't seem to be trying to hurt her and she did manage to startle him when she quickly dropped slightly and spun to free herself from his grip. Moving out of arms range she let her gaze move between the men in the room trying to work out just what the hell was going on around her. Clearly she'd stepped into some sort of Twilight Zone.

Her Father refused to meet her gaze and simply looked down, staring into the fire blazing in the hearth he still stood next too. She didn't need to see his eyes however to see the dejected look on his face and to know he'd done something she was going to think was terrible. Turning her gaze to DeMort she could read anything but what she thought was a slight glimmer of amusement, perhaps, deep in his eyes and a look at Rene told her his face was as expressionless as the Mountain she thought of him as.

Finally settling her eyes on her Father she crossed the room in swift strides and reached up to touch his chin, forcing him to look at her square in the face, "Dad, just what sort of hole have you dug for yourself this time?"

 

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Claude De Mort enjoyed the way the girl’s eyes narrowed and darkened. Her soft amber eyes taking on the most delightful golden hue as her anger flared. He found equally delightful the way she spun form Rene’s hand, which rested on her shoulder. The way her breasts strained against the material of her blouse, and the crimson blush that kissed her face. There was a self-satisfied smug look on Sybilla's face as she strode over to her father.

Franklyn Faraday did not dare raise his eyes to meet those of his daughter . he had remained conspicuously silent during the exchange between Sybilla and De Mort. Even as she stood before him the tips of her shoes coming into his narrow view he still refused to meet her eyes. Franklyn felt her delicate yet demanding hand cup his chin, forcing him to look at her square in the face,

"Dad, just what sort of hole have you dug for yourself this time?"

“To put it simply Chere your father as leveraged your trust fund to save his business along with this house and all of his property and as you can see from theses documents that bear your signature you have given him the authority to do so.”

Claude De Mort let his words strike home, the papers he referred to spread out across her father’s desk.

“In addition he has made you his marker his pledge the debt will be honored and I am calling in his marker Chere YOU.”

 

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“In addition he has made you his marker his pledge the debt will be honored and I am calling in his marker Chere YOU.”

Holding her Father's gaze for only a moment Sybilla silently wished for him to say that DeMort's words were some sort of a joke but the shame she saw in his eyes told her it wasn't. He own Father had sought to sell her off to cover his own ass! She couldn't keep her face composed as first shock and then disgust ran across her features and when Franklyn reached out to her she wrenched away from him before his hands could touch her.

Turning to DeMort she managed to force some composure back onto her features but her eyes were still blazing with a whirlwind of emotions ranging from disgust to rage to total incomprehension of just what was happening. She didn't say a word to DeMort but simply picked up the paper arrayed before him on the desk and started to rifle through them. She knew she'd carefully read every piece of paper Franklyn - she refused to think of the man that had put her up as collateral as her Father - had sent her and as she read through these she could how he'd managed to do what he knew she'd never actually sign for.

Many of the paper had addendums added to them giving him the power to do exactly what DeMort had said. Addendums that she knew had been added after she'd signed the originals but there was no way for her to prove that since the papers wouldn't have been filed until after he'd added them and even her copies back in her apartment couldn't prove that she hadn't been informed of the addendums before the filing.

Franklyn had screwed her as royally as he was able.

Tossing the papers back onto the desk she leveled a much more steady gaze on DeMort, "Well it seems my trust fund is indeed yours now Mr. DeMort, I'm afraid however you made a bad deal in having Franklyn sign me over as a marker. He has no legal standing to do so since it's not legal to trade in human beings. I'm sure this house and everything in it are somehow leveraged to you as well so if you'll have my bag brought back down I'll simply take my leave of it, you, and him."

The 'him' was clearly meant to identify Franklyn but she didn't bother to look at him when she said it. She had no intention of even acknowledging he existance after tonight. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to work things out once she got back to her apartment but she'd figure something out. Luckily the rent was already paid through the next three years she still had left of school and her tuition had been paid ahead of time as well. Money DeMort couldn't demand compensation for because it had been paid out long before the papers on his desk had ever been filed. It left her no money for food and other amenities but she supposed she'd have to do what many of her friends at school did for those things and get a part time job.

Life would become more difficult but not impossible by any means and once she finished medical school she'd have money of her own again.

 

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Claude De Mort watched as the little tableau between father and daughter played out. The look of disbelief in the girl’s expressive amber eyes, slowly turning to out rage as her father’s silence condemned him. the way she shied and pulled back from his hand as if it where a viper when he reached for her before wrenching free of him. Sybilla angelic face was flushed and deathly pale when she turned to confront De mort and the papers that where spread on her father’s desk.

There was a determination in the young beauty’s eyes and to a degree perhaps, a grudging respect for the skill with which De Mort had laid his trap, as she went through the papers and their attached addendums. For his part, Claude remained seated, passive, as the stunning young beauty searched for some loophole some over sight in the paper snare. Slowly a self-satisfied smile seemed to bow the corners of her full sensual mouth.

"Well it seems my trust fund is indeed yours now Mr. De Mort, I'm afraid however you made a bad deal in having Franklyn sign me over as a marker. He has no legal standing to do so since it's not legal to trade in human beings. I'm sure this house and everything in it are somehow leveraged to you as well so if you'll have my bag brought back down I'll simply take my leave of it, you, and him."

To punctuate her statement she gave the papers in her hand an arrogant little flip, tossing them back at De Mort. Rene silently hovered in the background an unseen, oppressive, presence. Claude could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head as if she was calculating her options and where and what she had to do next. Slowly a determine set pursed her full moist lips and De Mort saw a flash of hope and determination flare in her firry amber eyes.

“There is one more set of papers that I believe you should review Miss Faraday.”

The sharp note in his voice and the dropping of the term of endearment signaled a deadly change in De Mort’s bearing.

“ As you can see Miss Faraday this document gives me the exclusive rights to your services for the next five years and precludes you from accepting any job, or employment offer without my explicit permission. I assure you Chere that this contract is quite enforceable.”

He paused for a moment and laid the document on the desk for Sybilla to examine. De Mort so loved his little game of cat and mouse. He smiled to himself as he watched the ravishing young redhead pick up the document.

 

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“ As you can see Miss Faraday this document gives me the exclusive rights to your services for the next five years and precludes you from accepting any job, or employment offer without my explicit permission. I assure you Chere that this contract is quite enforceable.”


Sybilla kept her face utterly blank and impassive as she scanned the contract he held out to her. It was a job contract that was deliberately vague on just was "services" were to be rendered but did make it clear that her job skills had been signed over to DeMort for a period of no less than five years and that he could indeed keep her from other employ as a condition of her employment with him. The whole thing was couched in terms of employment and she knew that many such contracts were written up each year for executives, lawyers, doctors joining an existing practice. There was nothing in it that would imply the sort of servitude she knew DeMort had in mind but there were also no loopholes.

The man could stop her from working for the next five years!

Trying to think her way out of this mess she realized that the term of endearment had crept back into his phrasing once he'd felt he'd made his point and that the man hadn't once bothered to actually use her given name. She'd either been Ms. Faraday, or Chere. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something there that she could use but knew if there was she wasn't going to find it tonight. She was too out of her element in dealing with these people.

How the hell could her own Father have done this to her?!

Setting the contract down on the table next to her she held DeMort's gaze once more, "That's a rather vague contract and everything that's been said tonight has been couched rather politely. If we're going to go through this dance I need to know the steps so why don't you tell just what exactly it is you want from me Mr. DeMort...and just what 30 pieces of silver my own Father considered worthy of selling his daughter for."

 

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"That's a rather vague contract and everything that's been said tonight has been couched rather politely. If we're going to go through this dance I need to know the steps so why don't you tell just what exactly it is you want from me Mr. De Mort...and just what 30 pieces of silver my own Father considered worthy of selling his daughter for."

Her gaze was steady if not calculating as if the young beauty was trying to gauge the man before her, perhaps stall for time until she found a way out of the dilemma that she now found herself in.

“The Last is perhaps the easiest to Answer Chere. The 30 pieces of sliver as you so aptly put it is the survival of Faraday Financial Brokerage and to all outward appearances his position as sole owner of the enterprise.”

Franklyn Faraday kept his eyes downcast as he studied the glowing embers on the marble hearth of his study. He made no efforts to meet his daughter’s eyes, nor did he make any move to excuse himself from the room. It was if his presence here was somehow tied to the agreements he had made with De Mort.

“ As for the first part of your question I presume you would like a clearer what exactly it is I want from you……………..Well simply put you Mss Faraday. Weather it is willingly or by force and dourest I assure you I shall have you Chere.”

 

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“ As for the first part of your question I presume you would like a clearer view of what exactly it is I want from you……………..Well simply put, you, Miss Faraday. Whether it is willingly or by force and dearest I assure you I shall have you Chere.”

Sybilla listened quietly as DeMort outlined both what Franklyn had gained and what he wanted of her in return. When he was done she held his gaze for a long moment before simply bursting out in honest laughter. Clearly he was in earnest but that only made it all the more amusing to her and when she glanced at Franklyn and saw his shocked expression at her reaction she only laughed all the harder.

DeMort simply seemed nonplussed while she laughed at him and even Rene looked mildly confused, the first real emotion she'd seen on the Mountain's face.

Finally she wiped tears from her face and managed to fight down the laughter that was still bubbling inside of her and faced DeMort once more with some amount of decorum before she spoke.

"Me. You want me. I assume that what you actually mean is that you want sex since you don't actually know me in any way to be able to say that you want me as a person Mr. DeMort.

My body you can take by force. Hell I'm no idiot, you're larger and stronger than me on your own and could easily overpower me and even if that weren't so your Mountain over there could do it for you but that is all you'll have Mr. DeMort, a body. Unwilling flesh under you but some men get off on rapine.

As for having me the answer is no. I am more than just my body and even if you drugged me so that my body would respond to your attentions it would still be rape for it would still be taking my body by force and not by my will.

Anything more than that you cannot have Mr. DeMort. You've made a very poor deal indeed."

 

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Rene was taken a back by the stunning young redhead’s reaction. He had seen many a young beauty in this position before but never had he seen one burst out in laughter. His dull witted mind could not comprehend such a reaction. Even as Rene wrestled to try an understand the girl’s reaction Claude De Mort sat there behind the Luis Quarto’s desk Sybilla’s firry amber eyes had held his, steady, unblinking as she evaluated him before her laughter erupted. He watched as the young beauty turned first, questioning and then accusing eyes on her father, who still could not bring himself to look his daughter in the eyes. Her amused laughter now tinged with a bitter note of disappointment in seemed to De Mort.

"Me. You want me. I assume that what you actually mean is that you want sex since you don't actually know me in any way to be able to say that you want me as a person Mr. De Mort….

The gales of laughter gone now the tears of amusement whipped from those firry amber eyes and her soft voice tinged with an almost detached superior decorum.

………My body you can take by force………you're larger and stronger than me………….could easily overpower me and even if that weren't so your Mountain over there could do it for you but that is all you'll have Mr. De Mort, a body. Unwilling flesh under you but some men get off on rapine.”

Sybilla coolly, almost with a clinical detachment evaluated the situation as she saw it appearing to accept the possibility of rape, of being drugged into a life of dark sinful pleasure she announced with that air of superiority;

As for having me the answer is no……… Mr. De Mort. You've made a very poor deal indeed."

“My proud little beauty your rape, and subsequent humiliation is a sweet seductive pleasure I look forward to. I am rather pleased that you have come to recognize the essence of your position so quickly and I shall be very interested to see if you can maintain your detachment as you experience all that you have so eloquently outlined.”

For the first time Claude De Mort let just a hint of emotion show in his clod grey eyes. A dark haunted look like some creature of the night that had found its prey.

“ As I said I shall have you one way or the other but you will come to me in the end Chere and until you do Rene shall be your lover.”

 

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“ As I said I shall have you one way or the other but you will come to me in the end Chere and until you do Rene shall be your lover.”

Sybilla listened as he spoke and simply couldn't stop the small chuckles that filled her throat when he spoke of her detachment. She was anything but detached! which only amused her all the more. In the deepest part of her being she was terrified. She knew that any number of vile things could be forced upon her by Rene and DeMort and that there was next to nothing she could do to stop them. However she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing the terror she felt and instead she laughed.

"Lover? Again with the pretty words Mr. DeMort. If nothing else lets be honest with each other. You intend for Rene to rape me until you seem the better alternative and I come crawling for your, perhaps, gentler attentions.

Just how stupid and malleable did my father lead you to believe I was Mr. DeMort?"

Leaning back in her chair she let her gaze flicker between Rene and DeMort. Neither were bad looking men truly though of the two Rene frightened her more. His very presence was designed to be intimidating and he was good at it. Still just because he looked scary didn't necessarily mean he would act scary behind closed doors...of course there was also every chance that he would be even worse than he appeared. Of the two however she suspected that DeMort would be the one she truly had to worry about. He came across as charming but there was something about him that led her to believe that he could be far more frightening than Rene if he set his mind to it.

None of what she was thinking showed on her face however. As she continued to eye the two men the corners of her lips twitched slightly as if at some internal joke and she couldn't help but to wonder just how often DeMort had played this little game.

 

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Sybilla little chuckles at De Mort’s statement , the way her glance shifted between the two men as if trying to gauge which presented the greater threat. De Mort stoic unblinking gaze gave no indication of weather what she said offended him or not. Yet behind that stoic facade he could all most see the gears turning in her pretty little head. The mountain of a man an unknown factor. De Mort quite another matter, cold, calculating, and manipulative at the very least. Yet still a shadow of mystery why had she been chosen, was it something about her, or was it something about her father and she was just a pawn in a game she did not understand.

"Lover? Again with the pretty words Mr. De Mort. If nothing else lets be honest with each other. You intend for Rene to rape me until you seem the better alternative and I come crawling for your, perhaps, gentler attentions.

Just how stupid and malleable did my father lead you to believe I was Mr. De Mort?"

“On the contrary Miss Faraday you seem to be a very intelligent, articulate young woman. Your father if anything lead me to believe that you would not be cowed by any man and as he would say the match for any. For my part I will enjoy watching you serve Rene with your body in fact my dear the more you struggle the more you fight the happier I’ll be. For you did hit the nail on the head from the first I do long to see you raped.”

With a snap of De Mort’s fingers the mountain of a man began to move His dark eyes smoldering with an even darker desire. Claude De Mort’s armed swept across Sybilla’s father’s desk clearing it.

“ Take her here Rene.”

”Monsieur……………………….. “

For the first time Franklyn Faraday broke his silence and yet his voiced trailed off as his eyes met De Mort’s. When he turned his eyes to his daughter’s his lips part as if he where going to speak. Then his gaze faltered and he dropped his eyes from hers and returned to gazing at the fire on the hearth.

 

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“ Take her here Rene.”

”Monsieur……………………….. “

Sybilla's eyes widened slightly at DeMort's words and the way he suddenly cleared her father's desk but the flash of anger that filled them was all for the man whose single work sounded like a broken plea...and one that came far to late. Surging from her seat she moved swiftly, not toward Rene or DeMort but toward her father...the look on her face dark enough to match any Fury from myth or legend.

Reaching up sharply she grabbed his chin and forced his eye not toward her, but to the desk she knew she was about to be raped on, her voice harsh, demanding, and undeniable as she spoke.

"You...will...watch," she demanded and then smacked him sharply when he tried to look away once more. "You had the drive and the gall to make this deal and now you will watch it be fulfilled. You will stand here and remain silent and attentive as my body is used to pay for whatever loan this man made you and if I ever hear a single word from your lips tossed in my direction again, the only thing I will beg DeMort for is your heart...that would be if you had one."

Without another word she whirled away from her father and didn't look back at him as she moved across the room. She knew DeMort and Rene expected her to fight but she also knew that fighting them was pointless. It would serve no purpose except to end up causing her more pain than was necessary. Keeping that in mind she paused by the chair she'd been sitting in, stripped to her skin and folded her clothes into a neat pile on the chair, before she simply lay back on the desk DeMort had cleared.

Showing that she herself could be cruel, she settled herself on the wooden surface at an angle at which her father could see everything that would happen to her.

Gazing up at DeMort she made one quiet request, "Please, make sure that sonofabitch watched the fulfillment of his bargain with you."

 

[cgraven]

De Mort eyes never seemed to look directly at anything in particular at times they seemed even disinterested and yet they missed nothing. Nothing of the interplay between father and daughter. One a broken man who had sacrificed everything for the illusion of stable respectability. The other bearing her humiliation with a stoic strength and yet he did catch the slight widening of those firry amber eyes as his words hit home. That firry flash of anger, fear, indignation and resignation all played out in the blink of an eyes as his arm swept the desk clear.

"You...will...watch,"

CRACK

The sharp report of Sybilla’s slap the scarlet print of her hand on her father’s cheek punctuated her hissed command.

"You had the drive and the gall to make this deal and now you will watch it be fulfilled.

There was a sensual fluid grace the way the young red haired beauty moved across the room to face De Mort, the way she stripped bare and so neatly folded her clothing and placed it on the chair she had sat in. The cruel seductive way that she settled herself on the wooden surface at an angle at which her father could see everything that would happen to her and the way her tear shimmering eyes gazed up into her tormentors.

Please, make sure that sonofabitch watched the fulfillment of his bargain with you."

The vise like grip of De Mort’s hands closed around Sybilla’s delicate wrists just before she felt the caress of the silken cords drawing her hands above her head.

“Of course Chere.”

His voice a low deep rich whisper the man’s breath washed hot and moist over her neck. The hulking bulk of Rene came into her view. He was loosening his tie, his shirt unbuttoned revealed a mass of dark wiry hair that covered his chest and arms giving him the appearance of a huge bear. Massive, powerful, intimidating where the only words that even came close to capturing Rene’s essence. Soon it was apparent that not only his arms and legs where huge. He smiled as his hands grabbed Sybilla’s thighs and he opened her to him. He drew the girl to him the velvet tip brushed her rose pink labia and the man strained to get just the tip to slip within the bound beauty.

 

[caela]

“Of course Chere.”

Sybilla simply nodded in acknowledgment of DeMort's words and closed her eyes when she felt his hands grip her wrists. She didn't fight or struggle as he drew them up and above her head or when she felt something smooth and silken wrap around them to hold her securely in place. Fighting would have been pointless...it was a mantra she repeated to herself over and over again inside the privacy of her own mind.

Still she couldn't stop herself from opeing her eyes, just once, when she heard Rene removing his own clothes. What she saw chilled her to her very bones but nothing of that dread showed on her face though her body tightened slightly on the table.

The man was huge! And what had applied to his size in general applied to all of him. Just looking at the member he was going to try and fit inside of her made her want to scream in terror but she kept her face passive and forced her eyes closed once more....This was going to hurt, there was no way around it.

Drawing deep breaths she sought to seperate her mind from her body, as she did when meditating, and to make her muscles relax there on the table. She knew that the more relaxed she could make herself the less damage this giant of a man would do to her own delicate body.

Everything now was about minimizing the damage these men could cause her while still giving them nothing.

 

[cgraven]

What a brave little trooper! the thought played at the edge of Claude De Mort’s consciousness. The stunning young red haired beauty had maintained a certain regal aloofness, a fatal resignation to her fate. Even now as she was bound to her father’s desk, she did not resist. She had simply nodded her head in acknowledgement for his granting her request to be positioned so her Franklyn Faraday would have an unobstructed view of the proceedings. Was she really that cool, calm and collected? or was it a well-practiced façade, hide her emotions, to bury them so she could not be touched or hurt by life.

Sybilla’s soft amber eyes had fluttered close as if closing off the world from her, as if she where retreating into a private place where she could not be touched. Yet she could not seem to keep that well practiced façade in place. It seemed that even she could be moved by the unknown . De Mort watched as Sybilla’s stunning amber eyes fluttered open to be hold Rene in all his grotesque primal power. The girl tried so hard to hide any sign of what she was thinking, to keep the building horror, from showing in her regal impassive face, and yet she could not keep her eyes from growing wide with the horror she faced. He smiled to himself as the sweet bound beauty Breathed in deeply, her breathe coming in gasping swallows as she tried to force her body to relax. Her eyes now squeezed tight and her moist ripe lips pursed into and adorable little pout.

De Mort wondered if Sybilla even felt the tiny prick of the needle, or the spreading warmth of the drug. It would relax her and prime her ravishing young body to embrace the pleasure that was so natural, even if her mind could not accept taking the hulking giant as her lover, her body would. For the moment, Claude De Mort was more than willing to give the little red haired angel the satisfaction that she had been drugged that it was not her fault. A trend in her rationalization he was more that eager to establish in his latest acquisition.

Rene had stilled after his initial penetration and had only slightly rolled his hips to hers when De Mort had given her the injection. His massive hands slid up the sensual curves of her petite torso, Rene’s hands easily cupping her breasts. He rolled her little pink rose bud nipples between his thumb and forefinger gauging how her body responded to his touch and if the drug had taken effect yet. The giant smiled at the first subtitle musky hint of the hapless beauty’s arousal. Rene was no stranger to a woman’s body and what would excite and entice it. He wondered fro a moment if this girl was a virgin, then shrugged off the thought, for even if she were, it would not be for long. Slowly he rolled his hips to her gradually opening the girl up. Each thrust a little deeper than the last, until with one final thrust the petite young beauty was fully impaled on his cock.

 

[caela]

Sybilla felt the needle that DeMort slid into her body but with Rene looming over her and the feel of him already stretching her - and the pain of that despite it only being the head of his cock that opened her! - the needle was the least of her concerns...and it wasn't entirely unexpected. In the back of her mind she was almost grateful for it because, she reasoned, that it was likely that whatever DeMort had given her would do one of two things; make her pass out, or make her body respond to Rene despite her fear and revulsion. Either would make her body significantly more pliant and less likely to be damaged by the shear size of the man above her.

Despite all her rationalizations however she was utterly terrified and kept her eyes screwed tightly shut so that Rene and DeMort wouldn't see the stark terror she knew she wouldn't be able to hide now. She was caught in a web of her own Father's making and she could feel that web closing around her, tightening on her like a noose around her neck and growing ever more implaccable with each inch that Rene sunk deeper into her body.

She felt it when the drug took full effect on her. Felt an odd sense of euphoria drift through her and her body relaxing. Felt the first rush of pleasure that pulsed through her body as Rene's hands gripped and manipulated the sensitive flesh of her breasts. And felt the warm wetness as tears leaked from the corner of her eyes while her body arched suddenly under him and a low cry was wrenched from her throat when the massive man finally managed to sink fully into her body.

 

[cgraven]

Oh she had hidden her crippling fear well, had played the role she had set almost to perfection, yet the shimmering crystalline drop that slowly slid from the corner of her eye to trickle down her flawless cheek betrayed her and the carefully constructed façade that Sybilla had hidden behind. De Mort smiled as the low wrenching cry escaped the girl’s full moist lips. He savored the way her stunning young body arched to meet her grotesque lover’s thrust. As much as Sybilla’s mind might rebel, her body knew what it wanted, the drug freeing her to be able to accept the lover that De Mort had forced upon her.

Raped that was the word this man with the unfeeling cold gray eyes had used. But why had he wished her raped. It was not a sign of power for he left the act to another. If not power then what,……….revenge? Yet until night, Sybilla had never seen him before. The drug was making its full effects felt now and though his sheer size was a brutal reality that the girl must contend with Rene proved to be a rather tender and a very skilled lover. His hand gently cupped her chin and his thumb tenderly wiped the tears from her cheek. His mouth lowered over hers and his tongue slide across and teased her lips as they sought entry into her sweet chaste mouth. He let his body, hands, fingers and mouth slowly begin to seduce the drugged young beauty. He gave her body what it wanted and more.

Franklyn Faraday seemed mesmerized by the sight of his sweet young daughter being bound to his desk. He could not take his eyes from her naked perfection as the hulking brut slipped between her thighs and drew her to him. He was sweating and his tongue ran over his parched lips as Sybilla arched her petite young body to meet the thrust of the giant. Her wrenching whimper cry of surrender drawing a step closer to her.

 

[caela]

The rational part of Sybilla wanted to scream in horror at what was happening to her. She'd been sold off by her Father, bound naked to his desk, drugged and was now being raped by a massive stranger. The drug however ensured that her body responded to that stranger and despite his massive size he seemed to actually be taking care not to actually hurt her. He'd waited until the drug had it's full hold on her before truly starting to move within her and nothing about his actions (despite the fact that they were unwanted) could be said to be even remotely brutal. To an outsider looking in it would most likely seem that this hulk of a man was the most conscientious and tender of lovers.

Unfortunatly most of Sybilla's mind was no longer under her own, rational, control. The drug that freed her body to feel pleasure in Rene's touch also clouded most of her thoughts until little was left to them.

When Rene actually reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks her eyes flashed open for the first time since he'd started to enter her and she stared up at the men above her. DeMort's face was unreadable and she managed a moment to wonder just what his agenda was. Clearly there was more going on than the obvious but with the drug running rampant through her system, and Rene distracting her with every move inside her body, she couldn't hold the question in her mind long enough to try and reason out just what it was that this man could truly want from her.

Rene was just as much a mystery. His face just as closed off from her when she looked up at him and then hidden as his head tipped and his lips claimed hers and drew a low groan up through her throat. If she hadn't been bound it was likely at this point that she would have twined her arms around the giant of a man using her on the desk, as it was she wrapped her legs around his thighs to hold him closer to her and moved eagerly against him now while her body strained against her bonds to try and press closer to him, to take more of that massive length into her small, frail, body.

Her Father she didn't see at all, didn't even try to. He was the last thing in her mind as her body writhed and pulsed with drug induced need. All that mattered in the end was satisfying the chemical need within her for release.

 

[cgraven]

The low muffled moan that escaped from their kiss, the way the stunning little redhead’s strong athletic legs came up to draw her lover even closer and deeper into her hungering young body brought a smile to De Mort’s face. The way Sybilla held Rene closer to her and moved eagerly against him now, signaled her down fall. Her ravishing young body strained against her bonds to try and press closer to lover, to take more of that massive length into her small, frail, body. All that seemed to matter was that she satisfy the burning desire that had been enkindled in her. each thrust stoking the fire of her unwanted passion. Rene brought her so close to the ecstasy that she sought. She could almost taste it, so close and yet just out of her reach. Rene let her titter on the edge tempted her with the release she sought and yet denied her what she so desperately needed.


Franklyn was like a moth drawn to the flame. The gorgeous young creature bound to his desk, no longer his daughter but th object of his growing lust. He could feel a dark need building in himself and a feeling of jealousy building as he watched the copper haired beauty surrender to the giant. Franklyn could feel his palms sweating and he felt his lust straining t be free.

De Mort watched the little tableau he set in motion play out. He smiled as he whispered in the whimpering beauty’s ear.

“All you have to do is ask and Rene will grant you what you so desperately desire Chere.”

Sybilla had played the aloof regal beauty now she would pay for it. No matter how strong her will was the drug and her own treacherous body would seal her fate.

“Just beg Rene to fuck you and let you cum Chere.”

 

[caela]

Abover her head Sybilla's hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms sharply, just barely this side of slicing open the tender flesh, while Rene pushed her toward the precipe she saught and then denied her. Each time he pushed her so agonizingly close but as soon as her body started to tremble under him her would pull back, still, and simply watch as the frustration built in her gaze. She even thought she saw his lips twitch into a slight smile once when she groaned in desperate frustration and shot him a look of fury laced with unwaving need at it's core.

It was then that DeMort's voice cut throught he haze in her mind and she remembered that someone else was there, “All you have to do is ask and Rene will grant you what you so desperately desire Chere.”...“Just beg Rene to fuck you and let you cum Chere.”

A low growl filled her throat at his words. So that was his game...well part of it anyway. She'd told him he couldn't have her, would get nothing from her but a body to use despite whatever tactics he used and now he was going to prove her wrong. He was proving he could get more from her than she'd imagined and that he knew just how to get it. He wasn't pushing for everything, just a small concession now, to make her beg for her release, and once one concession was given the next would be easier...until she was utterly lost in whatever this man wanted.

Looking between Rene and DeMort she could see the glimmer of triumph in both their gazes. Celarly both men knew what the drug she'd been given was doing to her and she could read it on their faces that she could fight more now if she chose but that in the end, they knew, she'd fall to what they wanted. Rene remained still inside of her while she managed to force herself to think on DeMort's words (no doubt if Rene had moved at all, all of her thoughts would have shattered) and finally come to a decision.

Tightening her legs around his thighs she caught Rene's gaze and managed to speak, though it was clear the words cost her dearly, "Please Rene...I...Ican't stand it! Fuck me Rene, please make me cum!" she begged at least and felt the heat that flamed through her cheeks, embarassed now as she hadn't been even when she had so brazenly stripped and laid herself out on her Father's desk before these men.

Her Father, a man whose presence she had all but forgotten even as he moved closer to the view laid out before him.

 

[cgraven]

De Mort saw the conflict that flashed in the girl’s eyes her need and her stubborn pride warring but he had no doubts as to which would win out in the end. He watched as her smoldering amber eyes searched both his and Rene’s eyes for some hint of mercy The girl searching eyes wher met with the cold grey gaze of De Mort’s eyes.. A twisted smile bowed his lips when Sybilla Tightening her legs around his thighs she caught Rene's gaze and managed to speak, though it was clear the words cost her dearly,

"Please Rene...I...I can't stand it! Fuck me Rene, please make me cum!"

Rene’s mouth lowered to claim hers in a deep sensually seductive kiss. His hands stretched up and his fingers interlaced with hers. Rene’s body arched and then he thrust forward granting Sybilla what she had begged for. But he did not still. He let the girl ride the wave of her ecstasy and then drove her on into a series of cascading orgasms. Until she was lost in a dark world of swirling pleasure.

Franklyn Faraday had inched ever closer as the young beauty was made to beg for what she so desperately needed. His hand reached out tentatively and his fingers brushed the curve of the girl’s breast

“No, you may not touch her Franklyn.”

The horror of what he had done finally struck home and the man ran from the room leavening the girl truly alone.