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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 7, 2009 22:06:18 GMT -5
Date: 3/10
Time: 1400
Alda Soucier efficiently and neatly took the sheets off the bed, slipping the pillows from their cases and laying out new quilts with the same blank, monotone expression as usual. Her blue hair was tied back neatly in two tails, and though her maid uniform was smudged, her hands and face certainly weren't, even when she had to get on her knees to wipe clean a few difficult spots.
Once the bed was made, Alda quietly looked around to make sure no one was outside the door. After she was sure she was alone, the young woman leaned down and lifted up the mattress, where the room's occupant often placed their documents. How clever, most people would never think to look there. It was a place easily missed.
Unless, of course, you were part of the cleaning staff.
Alda found a few crumpled papers of the Liberatore family's mansion and possible hideouts. Scanning over it, she retracted a pen from her pocket and altered the otherwise correct information, saying that France, not Italy, was where they needed to look. Tucking the papers back under the mattress and pocketing her pen, the maid made her way to the kitchen.
From there, she chopped vegetables and put up some soup on the stove for that evening's dinner.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 9, 2009 13:27:26 GMT -5
Ines was not one to stalk, she usually preferred to fight her battles on the front lines, she dazzled her prey before she caught them. This was not some business man who was running a kidnapping ring in Africa or a small time mob boss. This was a matter of family, namely someone who wished to harm those she could allow herself to care for.
She looked at the papers store beneath her bed, they confirmed their suspicions, Alda was a spy. The woman sighed, and changed her outfit. She slipped on a sleek yellow dress that raised and accentuated her breasts with a flowing skirt that would hide the stiletto hidden in her garters. She pulled her hair up to reveal her long and fragile neck. It was an outfit a flirtatious schoolgirl wears to seduce her teacher, or what a woman wears to accentuate but not embolden her sexuality.
She stepped into the kitchen, and warily watched the woman chop vegetables in her hand. she would not kill her immediately, she may wish to switch sides. That would be the best outcome for the associate to become an informers for them. Whatever the Liberatores were paying her, the Innocenzos could pay more.
"Oh my, I'm sorry to interrupt if you are working," Ines said as she closed, and locked the door behind her. A smile crawled across her face. Blue hair? Ironic but incorrect, you're an orange woman, like me. "However I noticed something displeasing about my room when you cleaned it, you missed something."
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 9, 2009 17:16:18 GMT -5
Alda turned without a hint of surprise on her face.
"Is that so? Please accept my deepest apologies, mistress. I will tend to it as soon as I am finished." She curtsied while still holding the knife in one hand before going back to the carrots, slicing them thinly with all the expertise of a gourmet chef. Then, rumaging through the drawers, she started peeling potatoes, making a neat little pile to throw into the pot simmering on low flame.
She paused on her fourth potato, looking up as if she didn't seen her before, blinking as she looked at the yellow dress up and down with a detached gaze. She knew that the girl was trained as some sort of whore, but it wasn't her place to inquire if she was going somewhere.
"If there's nothing else the mistress would like, I have to finish preparing dinner."
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 10, 2009 19:50:07 GMT -5
"Oh it's nothing important, it just seems as if you forgot to tuck in the sheets beneath my mattress," Ines answered with a serene smile, her eyes stay locked on Alda's face to judge her reaction to those words however. There was definitely the implication maid had forgotten to do so not because she had forgotten to do something as simple as tuck sheets in, but had instead left a tell.
Now will this bring out your red? she took a step closer, her hand reaching to turn off the flame beneath the pot. The message was clear, you better focus your attention on me. The smile stayed however, as if painted on, but the look in the whore's eyes was dangerous, she had killed orange women before.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 10, 2009 22:00:26 GMT -5
Alda's movements with the knife stopped when Ines turned off the stove. Clearly, this was more important than dinner. She raised her flat blue eyes to hers and laid down the blade, placing it in its proper drawer with smooth, slow movements.
She bowed her head. "I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to create such a fuss." Her words gave no indication of the traitorous act she had just commited. The maid blankly watched the young woman without a flicker of fear in her expression, even though she recognized something was off about her smile. Something dangerous.
"I'll rectify my mistake this instant, so please forgive me for my behavior."
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 11, 2009 20:59:40 GMT -5
Aren’t you a cool one, almost as green as a cucumber. Still Ines relaxed a little as the woman put the knife down; she wasn’t looking to physically defend herself. It’s a little late to play dumb however.
“I believe there is a way to rectify this,” Ines suggested, stroking her chin thoughtfully. She moved a chair and patted the table top. “If Madam would please put her elbows on the table top and bend down?”
Among her many other qualifications in the ‘erotic arts’ was a psychological evaluating potential targets. Find that little bit of pleasure that make them sing for her. Looking at Alda’s submissive behavior, Ines had a good idea what turn this cold squash into a searing red chile.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 11, 2009 21:50:01 GMT -5
Alda blinked, her frosty exterior still in place as she listened carefully to her instructions, her expression faltering only momentarily. She didn't find it sexual because it was punishment; on the flip side, she found it punishment because it was sexual. Such a...method would be more humiliating than arousing, and the maid's face twisted into one of slight hesitation as she studied Ines' face.
"...Mistress, surely something a little less...unorthodox would be suitable?"
She asked, and those who were well accustomed to her monotonous voice would be able to detect the discomfort in her words, the cautiousness as she attempted to settle for a different method of discipline, one that didn't involve breaking her spirit.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 12, 2009 11:17:23 GMT -5
Ines beamed, you aren’t even going to fight me are you?
“You offended me in this case Miss Alda, you are in no position to negotiate,” she raised a finger and waved it. She smirked, an orange woman like you, you need some red to force the yellow out.
“So please bend over, it won’t hurt much, and I will not be forced to be drastic,” The other woman soothed but her voice laced with threat. Obviously this demure whore had something more to her, and hidden on her.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 12, 2009 11:51:48 GMT -5
I don't want to. Is something she would say if she was bolder or around lower-ranked family members, but here, Alda was a lowly servant, a maid forced to heed the beck and call and cater to any whim of any Innocenzo. And so, the young woman walked over to the table and placed her palms down on the smooth wood.
If she had been trained to keep quiet for torture, she could certainly keep quiet for this. Even if her dignity and pride was being ground into dust by Ines' hand smacking against her backside, Alda still didn't have to cry out. She did not have to give her that satisfaction.
And she wouldn't. So even as she calmly bent over against the table, waiting for her apron to be undone and her dress lifted, Alda would not come out the loser here.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 12, 2009 21:22:17 GMT -5
So they were undone, and Ines sighed at the thin underwear, that make things easier for one. Slapping by hand could be painful if not done right but it could not be done too softly either. Well the woman had been trained in all sort of pleasure. I just never thought I use it this way. She glanced at the door, but she was enterprising and resourceful. Alda had surely been trained to stare down a knife or gun, Ines was hoping to take her by surprise this way.
This is for Amel she thought as she raised a hand and brought the palm down in a cup onto the other woman's rump. She really hoped there were no cameras in this room as she landed a stroke again and again to the beat of three seconds apart for each. She probably have a hard time explaining her logic here.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 12, 2009 21:57:42 GMT -5
Alda shuddered each time the girl's hand hit her sensitive skin, but kept her silence with the exception of her strained breathing. Of course, it didn't hurt as much as the sickening sharpness the edge of a knife would give her, or the hard, cold barrel of a gun pressed against heated flesh, but nevertheless, her body jerked with every stinging slap.
She was surely bruised by now, as every smack seemed to have short respite, teasing her, before a volley painful of blows followed. But still, she held her tongue. She had endured worse humiliation than being spanked like a child over a table, even though her reddened skin felt like it was burning.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 14, 2009 14:04:49 GMT -5
Now came the time for the actual interrogation. The slaps stopped, and Ines rested her hand, which throbbed dully, on the small of the maid’s back, effectively keeping the other woman in a pinned position.
“My, my, how white you are, such a good girl,” she mused, that hand moving to cup that bruised posterior.
“You must have had some good training,” that hand moved lower to brush against the heat between the maid’s legs, that dangerous edge coming into the whore’s voice once again.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 15, 2009 1:49:46 GMT -5
Alda could feel soft fingertops drag along her bruised behind, then tantalizingly slip lower, the touch amplied by the brutal treatment she had just recieved. This girl--she was two, three years younger than her? That sort of skill was impressive at her age, though it was what Ines had been trained for.
She narrowed her eyes and resisted the urge to grind herself against her palm, seeking for those clever fingers to delve further. Despite the flush on her face and her strained breathing, Alda managed to speak as coolly as she could.
"Surely, your training in such a field...surpasses mine," She replied, still bent over, still playing the submissive role of the petty maid, though she knew it was perhaps already far, far too late. She wasn't armed, didn't even have a microphone on her, and unless she could throw Ines off and reach for the kitchen knife...
But no, no. Alda wasn't here to fight. She pressed her forehead against the tabletop, exposing her neck, her legs shakily managing to support her.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 17, 2009 14:12:13 GMT -5
“Not that sort of training,” the fingers touched warm, moist, flesh. Ines couldn’t help but to smirk, of course you enjoyed that. “The one you received to hide your orange in blue, but you’re purple all the same.”
As her fingers slid into that warm opening she couldn’t help but to wonder how much Amel would have approved of her techniques. Still, he gave me free reign, and if I lure her to our side I’m certain he’ll only thank me.
“I can see your red,” A thumb pressed against the small knob of flesh that stimulated any human female with expert ease, though experience here was personal, not professional. “Your life is in my hands, the capo gave you to me.”
A squeeze of exacting pressure in that slick crevice was implemented.
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Post by Alda Soucier on Aug 17, 2009 16:10:46 GMT -5
Alda moaned, scratching at the table surface as she was toyed with from behind. Ines knew, just as she had suspected. She had messed up, this would spell death--and yet, even the thought of getting her throat slit by Picard was merely a trifle in wake of the exquisite young woman touching her folds, her thoughts were getting scattered...
She was a Liberatore, caught in Innocenzo territory. A sheep among wolves, trapped in a vulnerable position with no weapon and her thoughts being erroded away as she gasped, wracked with shivers as a thumb came up to rub against her. She pressed back as much as she could while still pinned, seeking more friction to put the torture to an end.
She knew what Ines was trying to do, it was be seduced or be stabbed, and Alda greatly preferred the first option as she shook her head, causing the ribbons pinning her hair up to loosen.
"If you had wanted to kill me, you would've done it from the start..."
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