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Kidnapped (Cheshire Smirk & Charmed )

Angel laid there , her body completely and utterly sated, in a haze of post orgasmic bliss. With her eyes closed the sound of Vallios's heavy breathing seemed amplified as he remained by her side on the bed. She was pleasantly surprised at his presence, however, as she almost expected him to jump right up and leave her. She liked the way he felt next to her. Hell...she also liked the way he felt IN her, ON her... She smiled and held back a giggle as the thought flashed through her mind.
Then, all thoughts were temporarily put on hold as she felt his fingers trace a sensual caress down her flat belly. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened her heavy lidded eyes to look straight into his. He looked almost....almost calm, as his heated gaze flowed over her like molten lava.

Angel's eyes closed once again when his wandering hand made it's way further south and dipped into her slick and now ultra sensitive pussy. She gasped slightly, unsure of his intentions.

Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock

The pounding on the door was followed by a deep, husky voice Vallios! You are needed immediately, we've had word from the girl's father!
 
Vallios leaned in and nipped at Angel's ear, giving her pussy a parting stroke before pushing himself up off of the bed. He retrieved his silk boxers and black leather pants, donning them at a leisurely pace. Vallios swaggered over to the small closet that stood in the far eastern corner of the room, and opened it. From the depths of the closet he retrieved a black satin bustier, a pair of silk panties, and a short aesthetically torn skirt. He set the garments on the bed and then gave Angel that edged gaze once again.

"Time to put on a little show. Act scared, bring back that delicious fear you showed earlier."

Vallios reached down, retrieved the pistol, and then swaggered over to the door. He shouldered it open and leaned against the threshold, looking straight into the face of one of his few male associates. When he spoke, his voice was a low demanding growl.

"Get the marionette...and the demonstration ready."
 
"Time to put on a little show. Act scared, bring back that delicious fear you showed earlier."
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His instructions were explicit and his tone was as hard as steel. Angel knew better than to think that just because she had just given him a priceless gift that he would allow her to disobey him in this.

She watched, with growing trepidation, as Vallios grabbed the gun and went to the bedroom door. Without pause, he opened it for the man who surely couldn't know whether or not Vallios would be pleased or pissed at the interruption. A twinge of pity floated through her for the messenger if it was the latter. But apparantly it was his lucky day as Vallios casually leaned against the door's frame and said in a demanding yet non- threatening voice,
"Get the marionette...and the demonstration ready."
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Marionette?...demonstration..? Angel's brows drew into a frown of confusion as she quietly stood and grabbed the "outfit" from the bed. His words replayed in her mind as she quickly dressed in the provocative lingerie-type clothing, "Time to put on a little show. Act scared, bring back that delicious fear you showed earlier.

Act scared? Hell, she was scared! Yet whether it was pride or something else just as foolish, Angel would raise her chin high and face whatever he had planned. And most importantly, she would hide how much she was feeling for him as well as her naive hopes that maybe...just maybe, he felt something for her too.
 
"Already done sir."

((feel free to roleplay her father ;) ))

And so Vallios retrieved the final bit of the outfit. A black leather ball gag, and a bright crimson leash. He gagged Angel and then slipped the leash and collar around her neck, before leading her out of the room. The man who'd come to fetch Vallios followed in their wake, keeping a respectful distance from the two. His eyes stayed focus and straight ahead, not daring to look at what Vallios had so obviously claimed as his.

Vallios lead Angel down into the massive complex that was the manor's basement. He lead her to a small closet-like room and threw open the door. The room was roughly 10' x 8', and lit by a bright over-head light. Sitting in a throne-like chair was a bone-white skeletal marionette, human sized, with a top-hat tilted to the right side on it's head, and a thick stogie between the bony fingers of it's left hand. Vallios slipped the pistol firmly into the grip of the 'marionette' and then pulled Angel down, forcing her to sit on her knees, the barrel of the pistol resting firmly against her forehead.

He reached down and brushed his fingertips lovingly against Angel's lips, a subtle gentle of comfort as he left the room. Meanwhile, in an identical room just feet away a man of about 28 was bound firmly to a chair, with a similar skeletal marionette towering above him, a barbed hatchet held high above the victim's head.

Vallios left the room, locking it from the outside. He slinked away into the 'control' room, settling comfortably in a plush armchair. With the flick of a switch the flat screen tv attached to the wall of each 'conference' room flickered to life, and the red glow inside the small web-cam lense of each device became visible. In seconds Angel's father became visible on the screen, looking directly at his bound and gagged daughter, the skeletal marionette twitching as it's programming kicked in.

"Greetings senator..." Vallios spoke into the microphone, which transmitted to both marionettes, and then to both cameras. The marionette's skeletal jaws moved in perfect sync with every word.

Not only would the senator see his daughter...He'd also see his personal assistant tied as he was, death hovering just feet above his head. Two lives were on the line here; though only one would be lost. Vallios let out a soft chuckle, which echoed through to the marionettes.

"And now we ask the question that has plagued the minds of men since the don of currency. What is the value of a human life?"
 
"You sick son of a bitch! You'll pay for this! What is it you want, exactly..?"

Angel knealt trembling at the feet of a skeleton whose eery, disjointed movements were similar to a puppet. Vallios, the "puppet master" no doubt, left her here with a loaded gun pointed at her head and despite his tender caress, she had no idea what was about to happen. She desperately fought the tears that spilled from her eyes but she found she had little control over that as well. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession as her heart beat overtime, her lungs seemed starved for air.

How ironic, she thought to herself, that her life hung in the balance and the one person who should care the most was the one who didn't really give a damn- her own father. The only hope she had left was that he did care about his image and his precious political career. So he'd pay the ransom, and appear as the terrified father desperate to get his daughter back regardless of the 'price'.

I've agreed to your ransom, Goddamnit!! What the hell else do you want?!" Mack Sanders seethed in anger as he yelled in fury, enraged at having no choice in the matter....
 
"See, I considered the ransom. Senator, I'm a business-man, and that initial figure had such a terrible profit margin on it..."

Vallios chuckled softly and the mechanical marionette raised the cigar to it's lipless jaws and actually managed to take a few puffs from it. Meanwhile, from the male's 'conference' room, the sound of tension springs tightening echoed throughout the small room. Vallios allowed that cruel laugh to sink in for a second, to give Mr. Sanders an idea of just what he was up against.

"Consider this an auction of sort. Let's start the bidding at...six million."

Vallios knew that was almost 40% of the senator's campaign budget, and the elections were just a few months around the corner. What made things worse, was this was the video of the conversation would be leaked to news stations world-wide just seconds after it ended. This was the kind of sick game Vallios played. He'd make Mack choose his career or his daughter's life...And then deprive him of his own life through the girl the senator had been forced to give everything away for.

"You had best answer quickly senator...I'll let you see the consequences."

The puppet nearest Angel did not twitch, but the ax-wielding creation raised it's cleaver ever higher, preparing to strike. Every motion of the arm resulted in a loud knocking sound as the gears turned and the tension lines came closer to snapping...And when they snapped, down would come the ax.


If mack attempted to trace the conversation, he'd find that the IP was dynamic, and linked to a VOIP system controlled by a private mobile switching center...that would appear to be located just miles outside of his home city. Of course, any attempts to locate that switching center would be fruitless, as the switch was truly located somewhere on the grounds of the Black Talon complex.
 
Angel could hear the barely contained fury in her fathers voice and out of habit flinched in fear.
"See, I considered the ransom. Senator, I'm a business-man, and that initial figure had such a terrible profit margin on it..."
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Vallios, on the other hand, maintained a cool and decievingly calm tone that indicated his supreme confidence in the outcome of this deadly game.
Angel was startled further when the gruesome skeleton moved it's bony hand, which held a lit cigar, to it's mouth.
"Consider this an auction of sort. Let's start the bidding at...six million."
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Silence......

For a moment, Angel wondered if the connection had been broken-
"You had best answer quickly senator...I'll let you see the consequences."
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Listen here you bastard, you're fucking insane if you think I'll cower to you're outrageous demands, you have no idea who you're fucking with!"
 
"I figured you'd say something like that..."

SNAP! The ax came down with a horrible crack, imbedding itself fully into the poor man's skull. Vallios just chuckled softly and waited for Mack's response. The execution was swift and merciless, it was obvious that every second Mack wasted would have horrific results. When Vallios next spoke the statement was brief.

"We'll let that settle in while you consider just who you're dealing with, Senator."

And the connection cut out. Vallios chuckled softly to himself and went swaggering out of the control room. He made his way to where Angel was being held, and opened the door. He stalked over to her and settled down beside her. Vallios leaned in and caught the terrified girl in another of those all-consuming kisses. He untied Angel, retrieved the pistol, and then waited for her to stand.
 
Angel looked up at Vallios as he stood there waiting for her to rise and wondered if he had a heart. Not the physical, blood pumping organ in his chest but the metaphorical "heart" that allowed a person to feel emotions. Did he care... about himself, about anyone else..? Did he love..? Did he have dreams and passions...? Or had he ever known pain..? The pain of having your heart broken..? Did he ever get lonely and long to have someone who truly cared for him by his side..? Was she, the pawn in his game, merely a means to an end for him? Was she the ultimate fool for thinking or hoping that he could possibly come to care for her..? Or worse than a fool for allowing herself to care for him..?

She shook her head free of the thoughts that, for now, she had no answers to and reached up with her still shaky hand to him for help in getting up. "Wh..what happens now, Vallios?" she said with obvious fear in her voice.
 
"We wait."

Vallios reached down and helped Angel forcefully to her feet, and then swaggered away. He retreated silently, heading towards the staircase that lead to his personal quarters. If Angel chose to follow him, Vallios would allow it. His gait was calm and even, each step relaxed. It seemed as if Vallios was quite pleased by the outcome of the little chat he'd had with the senator.

Angel would most likely follow Vallios and pester him with questions. Females were so inclined towards emotions and thinking, and pondering, and plotting! Her curiosity would grow old after awhile, but for now Vallios would deal with it.

((Damn blocks.))
 
((Damn blocks.))
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((Well, after those last few awesome /highly imaginative posts, who can blame ya?)) ;-)


With a force that she hadn't expected, he pulled her roughly to her feet. Her legs had partially fallen asleep from being in the same position for too long. So as she stood there and waited for the feeling to return to her feet, he turned and walked away without so much as a backward glance in her direction.

"Well, hell." she mumbled to herself. What was she supposed to do now..? Should she follow him? Did he expect her to?
Her pulse picked up it's pace as frustration simmered through her nerves. Her fear from just moments ago abated somewhat leaving her tired and confused. She did know one thing for certain, which was that she wasn't going to stick around the creepy as hell skeletal marionette any longer.

She walked in the direction he had just seconds ago passed and while she couldn't see him, she could hear the echo of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. She must have been following at a much slower pace because soon she couldn't hear his steps anymore. She continued on, however, assuming she'd find him soon enough when a large, broad and heavy muscled male body suddenly came from somewhere on her left and blocked her from going any further.

Angel looked up and immediately recognized him as the same man who came to the bedroom door earlier with the news of her father. He had harsh, hawklike features and a similar design down the length of his left arm as Vallios did. She took a step backwards and he followed her. With a look of predatory hunger on his face, he gazed at her body from head to toe then licked his lips which had curved into an evil grin.

Instinct had her turning to run back down the hallway from where she had just come from. He followed, but instead of running after her he merely walked as if he wasn't worried about her escaping him..as if....as if...she was running right into his trap..
 
"You're keeping the girl from her master." A voice rang out.

A petite figure came sashaying around the corner, head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Honey blonde hair hung free and wild around a gorgeous face...But a pair of crimson eyes flashed dangerously. The young woman reached down and fondly patted a taser that hung off her right hip. She wandered over to Angel and entwined her left elbow with Angel's right, and dragged her past the man who'd obviously been contemplating something unspeakable.

"Do have fun now!" She called back over her shoulder, making sure to put a little extra sway in her step.

The nameless woman stopped when they were around the corner and cuffed Angel upside the head, before taking a step back and letting out a soft sigh. Her eyes roamed over the mark on Angel's neck and her lips cracked into a small smile. After a few seconds the woman spoke.

"Most of the guys in the syndicate are scum. That's why Vallios keeps them out of the complex. But, some of them are better at hiding their true colors. If you want to stay safe, I'd recommend sticking near Val. He's mean and territorial, just like an Alpha-wolf...But he keeps what's his safe. And obviously, he's marked you as his. Name's Lilithia by the way."

(Deus-ex machina :D. Saved by one of the harpies.)
 
"Ow!" Angel's shocked tone echoed through the empty hallway. She had been so relieved to see the woman who had thankfully saved her from her pursuer and the smack upside the head had startled her.
"Most of the guys in the syndicate are scum. That's why Vallios keeps them out of the complex. But, some of them are better at hiding their true colors. If you want to stay safe, I'd recommend sticking near Val. He's mean and territorial, just like an Alpha-wolf...But he keeps what's his safe. And obviously, he's marked you as his. Name's Lilithia by the way."
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Angel eyed the blond suspiciously before she decided that it would be in her best interest to respond kindly-afterall, the woman had helped her. Besides, it couldn't hurt to acquire an ally in this place, especially another female.

"I'm Angel" she said hesitantly as she felt the womans eyes assessing her-judging her. She felt immensely uncomfortable now in the outfit she wore and desperately wished for a pair of jeans to wear. Maybe she would ask Vallios about it..?

"Thank you, for...well, for your help back there." she nodded her head in the direction from which they came. " Could you take me to him...to Vallios...please? I seem to have lost my way. "
 
"Certainly."

Lilithia once again coiled her arm around Angel's, and began leading her through the maze of corridors to Vallios' quarters. It was a long walk, and Lilithia used the time to survey Vallios' new choice of company. She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head, wondering what on earth had possessed Vallios. Angel definitely did not look like the type of girl who could handle the lifestyle he lead.


Eventually the two reached the large twin oak doors of Vallios' room. Lilithia pushed them open, and then nudged Angel into the chambers. Lilithia waited until Vallios looked up, and then began to speak. Her voice was that soft, disarming tone, though her eyes flashed like daggers beneath the moon.

"You might want to keep better tabs on her Vallios. A pretty thing like her could get lost, or hurt."

And with that Lilithia departed. Vallios rose a little bit, and his eyes narrowed to a look of absolute fury. He stood up and made his way over to Angel. He peered into her eyes for a second, before sighing softly. He reached up and cupped one hand around her cheek.

"If a male besides myself ever attempts to take you, you have my permission to kill him on the spot. I care not who he is, or how 'high up' he is in this organization. They are replaceable."
 
"If a male besides myself ever attempts to take you, you have my permission to kill him on the spot. I care not who he is, or how 'high up' he is in this organization. They are replaceable."
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The look of primal possession in his eyes and the heat of his hand against her face as he spoke, sent a wave of pure, unadulterated lust shooting through her body. She remained confused as ever about her captor as his moods seemed to shift constantly.

Angel managed to gather her thoughts to reply, despite the sexual tension that practically hummed in the air between them, when suddenly a loud explosion rocked the ground beneath them. Plaster and thick, heavy dust came raining down from the ceiling above them followed by the sound of heavy gunfire.....
 
"Hmm..."

Vallios chuckled softly and then leaned down and grabbed a radio from beneath the bed. When he spoke, his voice was low and hurried, and in a foreign language. Vallios moved off the bed, dressed himself, and then turned to Angel. He retrieved a black rubber band and tied her hair back into a pony tail, then wandered over to his closet and began digging around. He handed her a pair of daggers, an unloaded pistol, a form fitting two piece jump-suit, and a faceless white mask.

Meanwhile Vallios retrieved his heavy, ankle length black long coat. With a growl of effort he swung the heavy garment around and settled it on his shoulders, buttoning it shut. Made of high quality kevlar, the coat served as discreet body armor. The suit he'd offered Angel was of a lighter weave, but still very protective. Vallios then retrieved a pair of black glock 18-cs, and a Saiga-12 shotgun. He fastened the machine pistols inside his coat, and then loaded the shotgun.

The 'servants' of the household were in reality trained body guards, most of them also assassins by trade. From cupboards, beneath couches, and various other hiding places caches of weapons, smoke grenades, and canisters of tear gas were retrieved. Meanwhile, from smaller security compounds along the 1000 acre property, reinforcements were pouring in by ATV, because there was only one winding road from here to civilization...And it'd be silly to move along such an obvious route.


In all the confusion, Vallios lead Angel out into the corridor once she'd donned her new outfit. They moved swiftly down the rear spiraling stairs, which lead into the second, sealed off cellar. The shotgun was very securely held between Vallios' fingers, his reflexes honed. Adrenaline surged through Vallios' veins, he could feel the urge to kill, the urge to destroy taking hold.

And down in the basements, the scorched earth policy was beginning to take effect. More heavy explosions rocked the manor as every bit of transmitting equipment was annihilated. All proof of what had transpired in that basement (Which was reinforced by two foot thick steel walls) was purged away by fire. When all was said and done there was a total of 80 members of the black talon on sight, checking in and out of the sprawling series of compounds, overseeing, dispatching, and working the crime network that spanned two countries.

"You're late for your meeting." A radio transmission blared out from Vallios' hip.


"Yes, yes, get the chopper ready." Vallios answered.

A clever code. Any forms of interception would leave the invaders stunned and confused. It would appear as if they'd accomplished nothing but invading the manor of a rich and wealthy businessman. There was no helicopter...The main method of escape from this compound apart from a trek through the woods, was a lone yacht moored in a cave roughly 15 miles from the complex. That was the 'chopper', and it would be waiting for Vallios in 18 hours. In the meantime, Vallios was going to lose the rescue squad that had been obviously sent for angel in a more discreet manner. Hidden far away from everything, in a dead drop shaft was a panic room. It had one exit, and one secure entrance, the exit a tunnel that went out to the woods...
 
Angel covered her head with her arms in an effort to protect herself from the raining debris while Vallios, with an almost unnatural calm and his usual unemotional demeanor, prepared for either escape or for battle- she wasn't sure which.

She fought the rising surge of panic as she followed his silent instruction and put on the jumpsuit he handed her but refrained from donning the mask along with it. She was blatantly surprised then, when he handed her a gun and a set of daggers- and even though she doubted the gun was loaded, she felt marginally better having something to defend herself with should the need arise.

She followed him down the hallway as the walls that enclosed them shook with the force of more explosions while the floor beneath them creaked and shuddered. Finally, with impressive speed and stealth Vallios led her into the basement. He spoke fervently into his radio, something about him being late for a "meeting", and a "chopper".

She wondered, not for the first time, if this had anything to do with her father. Although he was obviously powerful and had the right kind of connections, she couldn't imagine him having the kind of resources necessary to launch such a devestating attack. Especially not for her.

A sudden burning sensation across her cheek and forehead had her screaming out in pain and she instantly went to the ground with her arms around her head as another fiery round of explosives blew chunks of drywall, glass and mortar in all directions....
 
Vallios bent down and slung Angel over his shoulder with a growl. He then began to actually run, taking the swaying stairs three steps at a time. He had a firm hold around Angel's knees with his left arm, and the shotgun leveled and ready with his right hand. In an amazing display of dexterity he punched in the code on the hidden panel of the cellar, and then slid down the ladder, pulling his chest out and thrusting his legs forward so that their was plenty of room for Angel's body as she slid with him.

With a painful thud the two hit solid ground roughly twenty feet below. They were twenty feet below ground level now, in a hidden cellar that was as well protected as the damned near bombshelter like main cellar. The only access to the cellar was sealed, there would be absolutely no getting in...Or getting out until Vallios entered the opening code for the hidden exit tunnel elsewhere on the property.

Vallios set angel down gently and then entered in the lock code for the control panel. Three loud thuds were heard as reinforced steel plates slid into place above, furthering concealing the entrance. If somebody did manage to bypass the initial hidden entrance, all they'd see was a ladder down to a core circuit breaker, a circuit breaker that controlled electricity for all areas of the manner but this 'panic room.'

"Number one rule: Always have an escape route." Vallios growled.
 
Angel whimpered as Vallios ran with her slung over his broad shoulder while hell continued to erupt around them. The bleeding cuts on her face dripped blood in her eyes forcing her to keep them shut tight. She kept a firm grip on his flexing ass until they reached what looked like a trapdoor. After he entered in the code to open the door, he flipped her right side up and held her close as he jumped and slid down a steep ladder that seemed to go on forever.

" AaaaH!" Angel cried out as they landed hard on the bare, cold floor at the bottom of what appeared to be a small basement like room. He quickly but carefully set her down and sealed the door.
"Number one rule: Always have an escape route."
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Angel sat huddled with her knees drawn to her chest as she tried to ride out the adrenaline rush that had pulsed like an electrical current through her veins. The cuts on her face stung like fire as she wiped the blood away with trembling hands.

She looked up at him as he stood towering over her and she was reminded again, what a very physically powerful man he really was. He reminded her of a mythological war god who despite the obstacles put in his way, always came out victorious.

"Where are we? And what about the others at the estate? They are all safe, too..right?"
 
"Safe? I'd hardly say so. It appears as if the complex was invaded by mercenaries...But, how the fuck did they decode everything?! Our signal should have been masked as a mobile switching center over one thousand miles away."

Vallios kicked the wall in anger and then turned and began to slowly pace the room. Down in this panic room they could hear nothing of what persisted below. Unlike the 'panic rooms' in the movies there was no complex monitoring systems, nothing like that. And that was for two reasons: One, the presence of such systems would leave a trace that would hint towards this room's existence, and two; that was too expensive too be plausible. This complex alone had been 4 years in the building when Vallios had taken his current mantle as head of the Black Talon.

"This is the evacuation platform. We have enough food stores and power to last 48 hours. The only exit is a reinforced tunnel that stretches out seven miles ending in a similar hidden shaft. Our escape method is moored at a small personal harbor close to the exit. Now, I want you to go into the bathroom. You'll find several bottles of black hair-dye. We have to change your appearance so that any surveillance during our escape will show not but a rich entrepreneur and his young fling. You cannot look anything like who you really are."

Vallios chuckled quietly and began to unload his weaponry. He stored the ammunition in different pockets, and then set the shotgun on the small coffee table that sat beside a comfortable plush leather couch. Vallios settled into the couch and let out a soft yawn, looking quite serene. Though, on the inside he was burning with rage. This was literally two billion dollars down the drain! Destroyed in a matter of one hour. So much work, so much blood, sweat, and risk...Eliminated in a hail of fire.

"You...will pay." Vallios growled in an under-tone.

And even as Vallios thought, the core of lawyers that served as a legal shield for the Black Talon were already gathering their case, and preparing to take heavy legal action against Mack Sanders for this transgression. Of course, no word of their case would ever come to light until an undeniable link between the senator and this attack was proven. Even with such a dire blow, the Talon was far from crippled....
 
Angel stared into the mirror at the stranger who stared back. With an overwhelming sense of unreality, she combed her fingers through her once nearly platinum lockes, now the color of the night sky, and fought the tears from falling. Not because she was vain, the color actually accentuated and enhanced the blue of her eyes, but because of what it signified. It was as if she had taken the final step in a transformation that encompassed her completely- both inside and out. The hatred for her father that had festered inside her for so long now, had finally reached explosive proportions and the force of it frightened her....and excited her as well. What was she becoming? she thought, in a temporary bout of compassion. She no longer knew who she was or what her goal was. All she knew, without a doubt, was that Vallios was responsible. Yet was she grateful.....or resentful..??

After prolonging the inevitable, she walked back out and stood before him as he broodingly sat on a surprisingly comfortable looking couch. "O.K., so what do you think..?" she asked and cringed at the hopeful sound of her voice.
 
Angel stared into the mirror at the stranger who stared back. With an overwhelming sense of unreality, she combed her fingers through her once nearly platinum lockes, now the color of the night sky, and fought the tears from falling. Not because she was vain, the color actually accentuated and enhanced the blue of her eyes, but because of what it signified. It was as if she had taken the final step in a transformation that encompassed her completely- both inside and out. The hatred for her father that had festered inside her for so long now, had finally reached explosive proportions and the force of it frightened her....and excited her as well. What was she becoming? she thought, in a temporary bout of compassion. She no longer knew who she was or what her goal was. All she knew, without a doubt, was that Vallios was responsible. Yet was she grateful.....or resentful..??

After prolonging the inevitable, she walked back out and stood before him as he broodingly sat on a surprisingly comfortable looking couch. "O.K., so what do you think..?" she asked and cringed at the hopeful sound of her voice.
 
Vallios looked to Angel, and then moved off the couch. The fury coursing through Vallios' veins gradually cooled, shifting to that intense sexual hunger. Vallios prowled forward then with a lithe movement he pinned Angel against the wall, leaning in for what seemed to be another kiss. But this time he went for her neck, biting and nibbling at the tender hotspots. Meanwhile he pressed his hips teasingly into Angels, offering a promise of pleasure.

Then he snared her lips while his hands pulled her arms behind her head, crossing them at the wrists so that her chest was exposed to him. Vallios held her wrists still with one hand while keeping her distracted with the kiss...Though his right hand wandered down and unfastened his thin black leather belt. He quickly secured Angel's wrists in place behind her head, forcing her to stay in that delightfully revealing position. Vallios began to kiss down from her lips, pressing his body more into hers.
 
If it was true, that actions spoke louder than words, then Vallios's actions screamed his approval.

As her back hit the hard, smooth concrete wall behind her- courtesy of Vallios's massively powerful and hard body, a sultry grin lit up her face. Oh yeah.! she thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning in anticipation.

Her body came alive as he lowered that sinfully sexy mouth of his to her neck and Holy Shit! used his teeth to drive her wild! She instinctively shifted her hips forward into his as he ground his rock hard shaft against her. The feeling of slick, wetness between the bare folds of her sex only increased as he took her mouth in a fierce kiss that had her knees nearly buckling.

She was so turned on and so hot for him that when he bound her wrists together above her head- she almost came then and there-
 
Vallios unzipped the top of the suit he'd put Angel in, then skillfully unclasped her bra. He leaned his head down and began to lick at her breasts, working his skilled tongue in tantalizing slow circles around her hardening nipples. He continued to grind his hips against hers, wanting to make her beg for pleasure. Every so often he'd give the quickest of sharp nibbles to one of of her rigid nipples.

Next came the bottom half of the suit. Vallios slid it down to her ankles and began to work two fingers against and around her dripping pussy, teasing her maliciously with the nimble digits of his right hand, while his left tore away a shred from his shirt. He moved his right hand from her core, and focused his attention on her face. Vallios took the shred of cloth and wrapped it around Angel's eyes, leaving her blind as he teased and toyed with her.
 
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