What things doth London fog bring?

[Exosus]

OOC: This is a private thread for Ysandre and myself.
IC
Jack Mentiplay leaned against the wall of the pub, watching the girl through the fog. She was totally oblivious to him, but then, she seemed to be oblivious to almost everything. He had watched her for almost a week now, after seeing her in that flower shop, and had been instantly consumed by a desire to possess her. After all, not many woman were such delicate flowers, and it was only right that he should have this one.
After all, his reputation was beginning to slip, he had not brought a lady to a party for at least two months now, and the Heartbreaker was suspected of becoming soft.
He would show them.

He blinked for a second, and looked around, almost frantically, having lost sight of her.

“Damn it.” He muttered as he slipped swiftly around the corner, and caught sight of her wonderful pale skin and black hair, and smiled softly, as he followed her, his footsteps making not a sound, his blue eyes glittering coldly as he stalked his prey

OOC

And now, for an introduction to Jack

Lord Jack Mentiplay
Age: 28
Height: 6’0
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
A notorious flirt in the upper circles of London, Jack is the foremost ‘conqueror’ amongst his peers, having stolen dozens of hearts and left them broken on the floor. He is also part of a very small circle of Dominants, who go searching for tender young things to break to their will. In this, Jack is very selective, searching only for the most flawless and innocent of girls, and so has broken only a few, especially compared to others in the circle. He is a cold man, given only to pleasure when he hurts someone, or when someone else is hurting someone.

 

[Ysandre]

MaryAnne Elizabeth Tabrum

IC:
The 24 yr old Maryanne Elizabeth worked day after night in a florist shop, usually opening to arrange the flowers before dawn, and only closing after dark so that the drunk businessmen on their way home can buy excuses and kisses for a sixpence. She touched the back of raven hair, all tight in a bun, as was the fashion, fitting herself into her corsette, being crushed to 20 inches, pushing her plump breasts to point nearly upward, donning her blue dress and admiring once more her reflection in the mirror. Dark eyes gazed back at a face of porcelain with soft pouty lips. Grabbing a red poppy and bruising it to her lips, giving them just the right amount of color. Grabbing her parasol and heading out the door, her heeled sideboots gently clicking on the cobblestones.
The park in the morning was always foggy, and she enjoyed the peace and quiet on her way to work, getting lost in the movement of the wind and leaves in the trees, the fresh morning air cutting crisply to her skin. Making her way thru the Regents park and down to whitechapel street. Opening the door to her little corner flower shop, and lighting the lamps welcoming the day.

 

[Exosus]

Jack watched the girl opening up to shop, as she always did, wondering how he would control himself for the hours he must wait till she closed. He dared not snatch her in daylight, but at night, none watched, or cared, especially not to a commoner.

He settled into a nearby cafe, watching the shop, smirking.

 

[Ysandre]

Maryanne Elizabeth Tabrum

The day was long, and many people passed, and just before close this man came in and ordered 2 dozen chrysanthinums... late again. The sun had set long ago, the bell on the shop rang for the last time as I locked up. Making my way across the street and thru regents park. Picking my way down the path slowly, listening to the night noises. Sighing softly, weary from the day. Walking steadily on home.

 

[Exosus]

Jack smirked softly as the girl locked up and began to walk home. Now the fun began.

He slipped out of the club, his black cotton clothing softly shifting with his movements. The stalking began.

She slowly walked through the park, and he almost laughed, her naivety was so delicious. He slowly sped up, his feet still making little noise, until he stepped, deliberately, on a twig, causing her to look around, and start to hurry.

"Run... little girl.. run."

He chuckled as he ran, avoiding twigs and other distractions, slipping ahead of her, into a dark alley, waiting for her to come past.

 

[Ysandre]

The park had a calm feel to it tonight, things were very very quiet. *sighing softly* Even the light at the end of the alley seemed suffocated by the darkness. A sound behind me startled me. Something broke, or was something there? I didn't dare look behind me, stories of girls taken in the dark dominated the news.
I picked up my pace, and began to hurry thru the rest of the park, nearing the street, only an alley and a block and I'll be home. Looking around and pulling my overcoat close, keeping my eyes steady on the suffocated light in front of me. Home and a warm fireplace the only thoughts in my head.

 

[Exosus]

The girl came close, and Jack's eyes were so bright with glee at gaining a new captive that they were almost glowing.

"Come to me, my pretty" He whispered and then as she walked past the alley, not seeing him in the darkness and fog, he stepped out behind her.

"Hello pretty." He hissed as he grabbed her, covering her mouth with his hand and dragging her into the alley, nearly dropping her as she struggled.

"Fine. We'll do it the hard way." He pushed her up against a wall, his hand wrapping around her delicate throat, choking her savagely until she lost conciousness, delighting in her rasps and gasping for breath, her pleading eyes and her feeble struggles.

"Yesssssss. Much more docile now, aren't you." He smirked as she slid down unconcious, forming a delicate pile on the ground.

"Now... off home." He wrapped one arm around her waist, and her arm around his shoulders, dragging her towards his house.

 

[Ysandre]

The dim street lamp the only illumination, just another step and I'd be free of the alley. A voice so cold it chilled me to the bone startled me from behind. My heart leapt to my throat. Before I could scream there was a hand at my throat. As my body shuddered the struggle began.
My face pressed to red brick. Pinned between hard brick wall and his hard body. Powerful arm enveloping my waist. Strong fingers encasing my throat, my senses burned, every nerve in my body was alive. Panic gripped my heart. His body pressed so close to mine, the feeling of air being taken, my senses reeled. I wanted to scream, but no longer in fear. The very breath of life escaped me, his strong hands controlled me, reeling, shuddering, shivering, sighing out as the last strength leaves my body, giving my elation to him. Letting the last of the light fade from my eyes and feeling myself falling to his arms.

 

[Exosus]

Jack slipped through the dark alleys until he reached his stately home, and smiled, caressing the unconcious girls face gently as he opened the door and stepped in.

"Welcome to your new home, my pretty."

He carried her downstairs to the basement, which had been outfitted many years ago as a dungeon

"Tomorrow we will begin your training." He whispered as he delicately, almost lovingly strapped her to the table, gently running his hand down her body one last time before leaving, closing and locking the door behind him as he went

 

[Ysandre]

Head heavy as my eyes flutter open. Trying to move my arm to my head brings a streak of fear to my very core. Opening my eyes suddenly, not recognizing where I am. Looking down I see myself clothed. I try to move, the realization of being trapped rips thru my mind. I scream.

Looking around the dark room, only vague shadows can be made out. No windows, or sounds to tell me what time it is. Tears welling in my cheek, a rock in my stomach, sobbing softly I whisper out
He He Hello?

 

[Exosus]

Jack stretched, having just finished his supper and chuckled

"Perhaps the toy is awake... I hope she is. It will make things interesting indeed."

He slowly slipped down the stairs, extinguishing the lights as he went, and opened the door, slipping in.

Aha... the girl is awake. Let the fun begin!

As she whispered, he stepped out of the darkness, his face still half submerged in the shadows

"Hello, pretty... welcome to your new home."

He gently brushed her face, trailing down to her breasts, tracing around them, then firmly squeezing.

"I am your Master from now on. You will obey every command I give you, or you will be punished. You will also refer to me as Master, whenever you speak to me. You are no longer anything other than my Property. Am I understood?"

 

[Ysandre]

He stepped out of the shadows at me. As much as my mind screamed to tear my eyes away, I couldn't. I looked at his handsome face, horrified at his words. Struggling away from his touch, moving my cheek as much as I could. Arching into the table as His strong hands took my breast. Terrified at the feelings of being tied, horrified at his words, the realization of true property sunk in slowly, tears filled my eyes.
Lowering my lashes, uncertain, stammering half hoarsely.

Wh Wha What is Master going to do with me?

 

[Exosus]

Jack grinned and with a suprising softness, kissed the girl.

"What am I going to do with you? Any thing I damn well want, my pretty."

His face suddenly turned cold, and he backhanded her

"And you did not answer my question. I will be answered immediately."

He suddenly grinned again, his mood changing like the wind

"But perhaps a test would be in order to show that you truly understand. And don't think of escaping. You'll never get out of the house, and even if you did, who would believe your word over mine? Now... I am going to unbind you, and you are going to choose the instrument of your flagellation... choose something suitable."

 

[Ysandre]

A kiss as soft as velvet ran thru me, made me weak in the knees. Suddenly I felt heat to my cheek and tasted blood from my lip. Startled I gasped. And stammered out.
Yes! Yes Master

His words brought a numbness over my body. I was in a house, somewhere, then *flagellation* struck my heart. A lump came to my throat, I looked around the room. Various things I didn't recognize, various things I had seen before. My eyes wandered slowly as my breath quickened. If this man intended to kill my why diddn't he do it outright!. Rage began in the pit of my stomach as thoughts of torture made tears spring to my eyes. My eyes finally laid on a fine looking taxi cab horse whip. Thoughts of anger ran thru my head as my hand reached for it. Lowering my lashes, causing more tears to spill out, I hold out my hand out to him. Trying not to grit my teeth, speaking softly.

This one if You would please, Master.

 

[Exosus]

Jack looked at the whip, took it from her, then nodded

"Perfect. Come with me."

He slowly strolled over to a set of manacles hanging from a chain, and attached to a winch.

He caressed her cheek, and then kissed it gently and then lowered the manacles down to waist height.

"My dear... you will learn to love this... to beg for it, debase yourself for it, and for me... trust me."

He clipped her wrists into the manacles, which were free enough to enable her some movement

"Now, strip for me."

His eyes glinted dangerously

 

[Ysandre]

Watching this man take me gently, almost not believing him to have the strength to hold me. Yet not daring to test it. The manacles were rough, and not heavy enough to be painful. His words were soft. Learn to love this he says.. beg for him. Right now all I could feel is numb. How could this be happening. He was going to whip me like a common animal. Moving my hands out to my sides, the chains heavier than I anticipated. Speaking softly, yet boldly. Eyes staring at him.

If Master is only going to whip me like a common animal. Strip me like one Yourself.

Lowering my lashes in nervous anticipation and fear. The feeling slowly returning to the pit of my stomach.

 

[Exosus]

Jack growled at this affront

How DARE she... To look me in the eye like that... to challenge me... to suggest I would pick any whore instead of only the finest! This little slut will pay

His anger grew, and became rage, his face darkening in an instant as he grabbed her by the throat with one hand, slamming her hard against the stone wall, causing her to hit her head, possibly causing a slight concussion

"Listen to me, whore! If I were treating you like an animal, you would still be selling your pathetic little flowers, not here... I choose only the best... the most pure... the virgins..." He hissed, menacingly "They make the best slaves, after all... they are the ones willing to become most debased... just like you will... you will BEG for me to take you... beg to be taken by many men!"

He turned away for a second, as his hand tightened, as if he was going to choke her to death, then he turned back and roared

"WHEN I TELL YOU TO STRIP, YOU WILL! IMMEDIATELY! AM I UNDERSTOOD!"

Just as she was about to pass out, he let go, letting her slide to the floor, his rage slowly abating, yet his eyes were colder... crueller than before.

 

[Ysandre]

Watching in horror as rage took Him. Feeling myself caught helpless in His hands. Words of willing slaves swam in my mind. Fear ran thru my body, shivers ran up my spine. He held me against the wall as if I were a rag doll for His will.
His voice shook my whole body, thunder rolled thru my head and the meaning of fear came to me. I tried to gasp and lost all the air left in my lungs. Feeling the warm heady vibrations take over my body, sighing out and then feeling myself hit the floor.
Opening my eyes hoping the nightmare was gone, but here He was, watching me. I stood up on shaky leggs, my knees buckled and I stumbled to the floor. Staying on my knees, and starting with my shirt, I unbuttoned it. Descending the buttons revealing a small white lace half cup bra and very pink nipples. Pale white breasts as if poisoned by Belladonna.
The sound of ripping fabric tears thru the air, as my right sleeve gets pulled thru the manacle for your desire. Sensations run thru me as I pull the left arm thru, removing the shirt all together. Sliding my skirt down my leggs, being forced to sit back and lift my leggs giving you full view of my white lace panties. Sliding my socks and my shoes off and nearly kicking them out of the way.
Standing up and trying to keep my hands across the tops of my thighs. Lowering my lashes body flushing from head to toe. Mustering up a stammering voice.

yyYes Master.

 

[Exosus]

Jack smirked coldly, as he watched this show, his manhood engorged as he enjoyed the power he held over her.

"Good slave. See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

He smiled as he winched the manacles high, so that the girl was trapped, on her tiptoes, then took up the horse whip and ran it over the girls panty covered slit.

"You are almost perfect my dear, and soon I will give you that perfection. Simply trust in me."

He raised the whip behind her, and then brought it down, causing her to cry out in pain. Again he struck her, ten times in all, dextrously avoiding her demi-bra and leaving few markings, though the pain involved for the girl was obvious.

"Now my dear... if you had co-operated, you would have received but one stroke..."

He kissed her lips again, tenderly and then laughed.

"I like you like this... perhaps I will not put off your deflowering for the party, and simply take you now. What do you think?"

 

[Ysandre]

Hoisted as a doll, feeling much like an ancient sacrifice suddenly. My eyes shutting at the word "slave". The fear of it, not near the fear of his rage tho. Feeling the leather slide along my panties. There was that softness again, as he'd been gentle before. But his anger was still fresh in my mind. His voice soft and soothing. "Trust" He said.
Pain tore thru my body. He was whipping me like a common horse! i can't remember if my pride was stung more than my ass. my body seemed to come alive. Every nerve in my back sent waves to my head. my ass ached, and i involuntarily arched for the last strokes. my mind freed to feel every part of me. The rough manacles holding me securely, the feel of the lace itching my breasts horridly, my hard nipples in the air and my back and ass alive with fire. i'd never felt like this before. So held, and so used. Biting my lip as my panties get wet with desire and shivers run thru my body.
The strokes stopped and i realized i'd been holding my breath. Letting it out in a sigh at his words of one stroke. Eyes widening in horror, softening in realization, and part of my mind wondering if it'd been enough. Dropping my head, letting my hair cover my cheek, sighing out soft and nodding.
Yes Master

Giving myself to His lips, tasting them, relishing them. Opening my eyes at His laughter. Stammering out suddenly.
Party! eyes widening in sudden horror at the thought. OO NO!! You couldn't!
Eyes softening Please take me now... take me here, where it's just us.. You can have me ~all~ to Your will..
pleading almost desparately.

 

[Exosus]

Jack smiled softly, almost humorously at her words

"My dear, haven't you realised... I already have you all to my will. And even though your offer is so delightfully tempting, I will abstain."

He lowered the winch, and removed the girl from the device, taking her hand and leading her upstairs, ever so gently.

He took her to the top room in the house and there, sitting on a table was a red leather collar, while beyond it was a most magificent gown on a clothes dummy

"Come my dear, you must try on the dress. If it does not fit, then it must be discarded and a new one bought. But first... the proof of your ownership."

He delicately lead her to the table and sat her down, fastening the collar delicately. Inscribed on it was the initials JM, and at the front was a small diamond, glittering in its perfection.

"There... how does that feel?"

 

[Ysandre]

He laughed at my fear, and mused at my humiliation. But then he lowered the winch, and let me loose of the metal traps. His hands were gentle, not as they'd been before. It was as if dealing with day and night.
The dress was splendid a sunset hue that was to match the radiance of the sunset itself. My eyes widened in awe.
He picked up the collar, and went to put it on her. She cringed for a moment, closed her eyes as if in preparation to be struck, and then felt him only put the collar on. The jewel hung with precision and the strap was almost constraining.

I feel like an organ grinders monkey!