An: Thank you, everybody who reviews, shame on you people that don't.
I'm sorry about all the mistakes all the way through this, punctuation, and so forth. But after I spend 2-3 hours writing it, editing it is so boring. And since I start writing late. After I put my children to bed. I'm really tired and I miss things. I think you will all understand when I tell you that I've got 4 children, aged five downwards.
Well on with the story.
Disclaimers: Oh poo, I forgot the last one, didn't I. Well this one goes for both, I don't anyone or any thing, Jim Henson. Yadda, yadda, yadda, badda, bing, badda, boom
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Mine
Cruelty
Taren lay on the straw in the punishment shed. She was still furious, 'How dare that man treat me so!' she seethed!' Rupart yawned; it had been a long night. He got up and pulled on a pair of grimy breeches.
'My love' he said crouching down to run a hand over Tarens naked breast. 'He's the king, you're his housekeeper, he can treat you any way he likes.'
Taren batted his hand away and got up. She was no longer in the mood.
Rupart rose and stretched, he felt no jealousy that Taren had tried to bed the king they both had their own lives a couple of hour ago he himself had lain with one of the village girls. He chuckled silently, he could still hear, the girl's pathetic cries; her weak attempt to fight him off. It hadn't bothered him, infact, it had just made it more pleasurable.
When he had shared the encounter with Taren it had made her wild with wanting him. Cruelty always turned her on. Rupart didn't mind it was rare to find someone with similar taste to his, they had lain on the floor, and their pleasure all the sweeter knowing someone could come in any moment.
Taren now dressed stalked around the small room, she picked up the long leather whip, coiled up, she slapped it across her thigh as she paced.
'He may think he can treat me like that, but I'll show him. I swear one day I will see him crawl.' The whip slapped harder. 'First he say's another woman's name while kissing and touching me. Then he looks down that aristocratic nose of his and dismisses me like I was nothing, One day it will be my name he will cry as he begs my forgiveness.'
Rupart watched her, She was quite pretty when she was angry, looks were deceiving he knew, and the rule certainly applied to Taren, she looked so timid with her lank brown hair that hung to just below her shoulders, her mouth was too wide, and her nose was slightly humped, She was deceptively fragile looking. Rupart had seen the evidence of her strength first hand, when she used it on the victims that they brought here.
He glanced over at the boy she had sent here. He hung limply from restraints that bound his hands to the wall. His back and the tops of his thighs were covered in blood there was almost no skin left. Taren had been livid, when she had come from the Goblin kings chamber, and had set about the boy with a frenzy that had bordered on madness. The boys cries had not lasted long, he had fallen unconscious after about forty strokes with the whip. Taren had not stopped then had kept going until Rupart had forcibly stopped her by grabbing her arms and turning to face him, she had blood splattered on her cheek, he used his tongue to remove it, saying in her ear as he did, 'I think he's dead.' He pulled back from her, to look in her eyes they were glazed. Taren looked back at him for a full minute, before pulling him to her, her mouth crushed on his, she was fully aroused, and they were both ready for each other. The boy, Alec was forgotten as they set to ripping at each other's clothes
AN: I know this is a short chapter but I thought it was best to give Taren a chapter of her very own to explain just what she is really like. Not a nice person huh!
I'm sorry about all the mistakes all the way through this, punctuation, and so forth. But after I spend 2-3 hours writing it, editing it is so boring. And since I start writing late. After I put my children to bed. I'm really tired and I miss things. I think you will all understand when I tell you that I've got 4 children, aged five downwards.
Well on with the story.
Disclaimers: Oh poo, I forgot the last one, didn't I. Well this one goes for both, I don't anyone or any thing, Jim Henson. Yadda, yadda, yadda, badda, bing, badda, boom
.
Mine
Cruelty
Taren lay on the straw in the punishment shed. She was still furious, 'How dare that man treat me so!' she seethed!' Rupart yawned; it had been a long night. He got up and pulled on a pair of grimy breeches.
'My love' he said crouching down to run a hand over Tarens naked breast. 'He's the king, you're his housekeeper, he can treat you any way he likes.'
Taren batted his hand away and got up. She was no longer in the mood.
Rupart rose and stretched, he felt no jealousy that Taren had tried to bed the king they both had their own lives a couple of hour ago he himself had lain with one of the village girls. He chuckled silently, he could still hear, the girl's pathetic cries; her weak attempt to fight him off. It hadn't bothered him, infact, it had just made it more pleasurable.
When he had shared the encounter with Taren it had made her wild with wanting him. Cruelty always turned her on. Rupart didn't mind it was rare to find someone with similar taste to his, they had lain on the floor, and their pleasure all the sweeter knowing someone could come in any moment.
Taren now dressed stalked around the small room, she picked up the long leather whip, coiled up, she slapped it across her thigh as she paced.
'He may think he can treat me like that, but I'll show him. I swear one day I will see him crawl.' The whip slapped harder. 'First he say's another woman's name while kissing and touching me. Then he looks down that aristocratic nose of his and dismisses me like I was nothing, One day it will be my name he will cry as he begs my forgiveness.'
Rupart watched her, She was quite pretty when she was angry, looks were deceiving he knew, and the rule certainly applied to Taren, she looked so timid with her lank brown hair that hung to just below her shoulders, her mouth was too wide, and her nose was slightly humped, She was deceptively fragile looking. Rupart had seen the evidence of her strength first hand, when she used it on the victims that they brought here.
He glanced over at the boy she had sent here. He hung limply from restraints that bound his hands to the wall. His back and the tops of his thighs were covered in blood there was almost no skin left. Taren had been livid, when she had come from the Goblin kings chamber, and had set about the boy with a frenzy that had bordered on madness. The boys cries had not lasted long, he had fallen unconscious after about forty strokes with the whip. Taren had not stopped then had kept going until Rupart had forcibly stopped her by grabbing her arms and turning to face him, she had blood splattered on her cheek, he used his tongue to remove it, saying in her ear as he did, 'I think he's dead.' He pulled back from her, to look in her eyes they were glazed. Taren looked back at him for a full minute, before pulling him to her, her mouth crushed on his, she was fully aroused, and they were both ready for each other. The boy, Alec was forgotten as they set to ripping at each other's clothes
AN: I know this is a short chapter but I thought it was best to give Taren a chapter of her very own to explain just what she is really like. Not a nice person huh!
