Kidnapped Together (moonsblackwolf x Magi_monk)

[moonsblackwolf]

Jessie enjoyed going out in to the gardens to tease the boy that daddy had hired for labor. He was the new worker on the manor and basically a new toy for her to play with, at least in her mind. That morning she dressed in a long loose skirt and blouse with a leather vest that was tight, displaying her clevage very effectively. Her shoes were simple ballarina slippers that matched her outfit. Daddy was rich and could afford the best for her. She sat on the garden bench, leaning forward slightly as the pet worked on the field. "You missed a spot farm boy." she called out with a smirk.

Jessie enjoyed watching the toy work on the yard, watching the sweat running down his body as he worked. Secretly she was watching the muscles move as he pulled the rake along, somewhat enjoying as it. Although, Jessie would never admit it. It was like saying her bulter turned her on for goodness sake! It wasn't proper...still...After a moment, she lays back on the bench, one leg hiked up on the bench while the other dangled down.

 

[Magi_monk]

((Jessie or Juliana? XD Or does she have split personalities? I went with Jessie on this occasion, but if you prefer Juliana, I can change it. Eh also....apologies for the book XD Also if you want me to play less kidnappers then let me know, I got a bit carried away. Will probably colour code paragraphs in future to save confusion))

Faron

Faron tilted his head back, squinting up at the sun that was swiftly beginning to heat the earth beneath his feet and sweat upon his brow. The thick, somewhat worn, woollen tunic that he had been wearing to fend off the early morning chill was pulled off and tossed aside. A thin vest was all that was left to cover his upper body, displaying the muscles that allowed him to do his tasks as well as he did.

Working on the land was a fine occupation; in fact he enjoyed it immensely. Certainly it was hard, backbreaking labour but within a certain length of time the rewards were evident – good, strong, healthy crops and the approval of his current master. He had only worked on two estates thus far, but his current Lord was pleasant enough, his daughter on the other hand was another matter all together. She was pretty, there was no denying that and, though Faron would never admit it, he had spent many nights thinking of the little madam.

With a grunt, he shook his head and returned to tilling the earth in preparation for this year’s crop, the heat of the sun beating down upon him. No sooner had he set himself into a rhythm, the thud of the rake and the rattle of the earth as it was forced into grooves, that little Miss Jessie arrived. A faint groan escaped Faron’s lips as she deposited herself upon a nearby bench and began her taunting.

“Ah, thank you m’lady.” It was difficult to be polite, but he dared not say anything that might offend his master’s daughter for fear he would receive a beating, or worse lose his job. He began to work with great urgency, perhaps if he finished this patch of earth he could move further away and Jessie would lose interest. Sweat trickled down his neck, muscle flexing and relaxing as he swung the rake in rhythm, doing his best to ignore Jessie’s unfaltering stare. Surely she had better things to do?

Unlike the finery which the young woman wore, Faron’s clothes were worn and dirty. His slacks were worn through in holes around the knees and now seemed to be a permanent dark brown thanks to the mud and earth he spent most of his days in. His shoes barely held together any longer, the stitching having come loose and the leather’s ability to keep out water all but gone now. His status in comparison to the nobles had never really bothered the young man, at least not until he had met Jessie. Now it irritated him how one could be so poor while another was so very rich.

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With Jessie’s attention so fixated upon Faron, and the boy’s attempts to focus entirely upon his work, it was little wonder that neither of them noticed the approaching men. Then again even if they had noticed it was likely that they would have marked them as travellers; it was not rare for such people to cut across fields and large estates to shorten their journey. However, as they grew closer they looked less like travellers – firstly they did not have the luggage required and their direction was aimed directly toward the two young people.

“Silence the boy, I’ve got the girl.” A tall stern looking male hissed, careful to keep his voice quiet so as not to alarm their targets. The faint scrape of metal turned the man’s lip in a snarl as he reached out sharply for the figure closest to him, a gloved hand closing tightly around the other’s forearm. “Don’t kill him, Aziel. He might be...useful. Caulton, help him.” Two figures broke away from the first, moving round on either side, ready to close in on Falon once their leader had made his move.

Aziel - Kole

Caulton

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[moonsblackwolf]

(Wow, you picked some sexy looking men for your characters. And I don't mind the length at all, I will try to match it. Oh, it's suppose to say Jessie...force of habit I suppose. )

As the heat of the midday sun began to beat upon her peaches and cream complexion, she pulled the skirt up to mid-thigh as to relieve some of the heat. She knew that it would taunt the young farm hand greatly however, giving him a small taste of what he could not have. Oh, Jessie could have found something more proper and lady-like to do, like sewing or playing the piano, but she found no really joy in those tasks. She did them because it was required of her, to mold her into a perfect little wife that would one day marry a count or lord.

Still...it wasn't the many men dressed in frilly shirts and pressed pants that occupied her dreams at night when she became warm and felt the most sinful urge to touch herself. No, it was the farm hand who likely smelled of the earth he tilled and sweat, wearing the ragged jeans and shoes with no shirt. Many times she thought about those work-toughened hands on her body instead of the rack.

Her waist length sun bleached blonde waves were puddled underneath her head creating a pillow of sorts while her arms rested above her head stretched her body some. Suddenly there was a shadow cast over her body, cooling her slightly, despite a clear blue sky. Raising a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun, she gave a little smirk, "Farm boy, you will never get that field ready for the spring crops if you stand around gawking all day."

 

[Magi_monk]

((Got to have sexy bad guys! It’s more fun that way Oh...by the way, what setting are we in? I’m guessing old fashioned, like Victorian or maybe medieval? ))



Kole took his time, there was no great rush. The girl’s father would be too preoccupied with business to check upon his daughter’s whereabouts and whatever chaperone the young lady had been assigned had either given up or been set on some frivolous errand. No, he had time to wait, to watch and then to approach; silently. The first Jessie knew of his presence, he was already within arm’s reach of her.

A smirk spread across his lips, a brief glance sent over his shoulder before he crouched down and in one swift move pinned her to the bench with a strong arm across her chest and a hand over her mouth. “Oh believe me, I intend to do much more than gawk...” His smirk swiftly disappears to be replaced by a firm and meaningful stare as the flash of a blade warned the girl not to do anything foolish.

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Faron frowned; perhaps the young lady had been overcome by the midday sun, for he wasn’t....The young man straightened, casting a brief glance toward where Jessie had been lying not moments before. To his alarm, a stranger loomed over his young Mistress and an unexplainable surge of protection rose up within him. “Hey! Get away from her!” Casting aside his rake, the young man charged forward, but his rush to protect her was cut short as two strangers closed in on him from either side.

A fist crashed abruptly into the boy’s gut, silencing him in an instant and winding him as he doubled over and fell to his knees. Faron struggled, attempting to claw himself back to his feet only to receive first one blow and then another to his jaw. His limbs gave way, body slumping onto the ground as the world began to sway and tilt before him. “Enough, bind and gag him...” The words floated toward him and then darkness as a booted foot struck violently against the side of his head.

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Aziel growled, staring down at the unconscious boy, lip curling up in disgust. “What do we even need him for? Stupid little farm boy...” He drew back his foot, ready to unleash another fierce kick toward Faron only to receive a shove from his still silent comrade. Stumbling backward, he snarled and marched over to where Jessie was lying pinned to the bench. “Can I help you there boss?”

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Caulton worked in silence, dragging the boy’s limp arms behind his back and binding his wrists with a loop of cord. That done, he tugged a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around Faron’s head, gagging him securely before hoisting the unconscious lad over his shoulder.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

(I think Victorian would be fun.)

Had those dark words been spoken by Faron's voice, she might have been aroused. The voice that came from above her was unfamiliar and it alarmed her, her body already stiffening in fight or flight. She opened her covered eyes but it took a second to focus in the light and in that second he was upon her, pinning her to the bench. She went to scream bloody murder but it was muffled by his hand tightly pressed over her mouth.

Faron's shouted warning was not heeded by the trio and she heard him getting attacked. Her eyes gazed over to see him fall to the ground. Vaguely she worried they were going to kill him and she struggled under the bracing arm. Her own hands swung up to grab at the hands pinning her down or something desperately. She ignored the knife, her legs kicking at the bench as Faron fell to the ground and laid still finally.

Watching as the one male went to bind Faron, she was somewhat grateful that they weren't killing him at least not yet. But suddenly she was staring at two men looming over top of her, she was afraid of what was happening. Whimpering she grabbed at his arms, digging her nails in slightly.

 

[Magi_monk]

Her actions received a tut and hissed words from the male that held her down, the knife now being brought up in front of her face as he applied further pressure to her chest. “Lie still or I’ll be forced to do something you won’t like...” With this threat issued, he nodded toward the loop of rope that lay nearby, before instructing orders to his over-eager companion. Turning back to the lass, Kole smirked down at her as he turned the blade this way and that, the light shining off the clean, sharp metal. “Worried for your little farmhand, hmm? Well I wouldn’t worry, we plan to keep alive for as long as he is useful, and as long as you behave.”

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Aziel grinned, his previous annoyance disappearing as he stooped to snatch up the roll of rope. Unravelling it and dropping it back to the ground near the bottom of the bench; he reached out to catch hold of Jessie’s flailing legs by her ankles. Pulling firmly, he attempt to hold them against the bench, transferring both to just one of his large hands. Eyes travelled up the pale skin that lay exposed, her skirt having only ridden up further in all her struggles, a sick grin spreading across his lips.

His freehand reached up, rough fingers brushing against the soft flesh of her calf, on up past her knee and over her thigh. Jessie’s squirms only brought a cold laugh, but the hand fell away to snatch up the rope and begin binding the ankles together securely.

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Caulton stood to the side, watching in stoic silence, adjusting the weight of Faron slightly. Still he was yet to speak, instead he watched, icy blue eyes taking in every little detail, every movement. He moved, standing behind the bench by Jessie’s head, giving her an opportunity to see him and the boy that hung limply over his shoulder.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

Jessie's eyes found his shining knife without much trouble, the glinting metal menacing for her. She stilled her fighting some, her panicked breathing panting some as her eyes looked back and forth at her multiple attackers. This wasn't good...not good at all for them. The hand on her ankle made her jump horribly and when he grabbed her ankle the second time, she could feel the strength of his arms in her body.

She whimpered a little pathetically, tears forming in her eyes. Then she suddenly felt his hand wandering up her skirt and onto her thighs, she gave a louder cry and clamped her legs tightly to stop his advancing hand. When he stopped she felt the hand fall away and the rough rope on her skin.

Rolling her eyes upwards when another man approached, she felt pity for Faron afraid that he was seriously hurt. The ice blue eyes of the man carrying the farmhand...it was nerve racking.

 

[Magi_monk]

"That's a good girl," Kole growled quietly, knife still held at the ready as he casts a glance upward as his silent comrade. "Go on ahead, prepare the carriage. The little miss shall travel as she deserves." The grin sent down toward Jessie was hardly friendly, if anything it was mocking - taunting her snobbishness. Knife waving threatening in front of her face, he issued another command as the smile disappeared in an instance, "Arms out girl, and then we shall be on our way."

Aziel finished binding Jessie's ankles together securely before stooping to snatch up the second piece of robe and leaning over the girl. His hand drifts up her body lightly, the smirk upon his lips animalistic in nature as he curls his fingers harshly around one of her wrists. "You could disobey, i'd be happy to discipline you."

A sharp word of rebuke was sent his way by Kole as the leader rose to his feet and sheathed the dagger that he had been using.

Meanwhile, the silent male had slipped away with the unconscious Faron still draped over his shoulder.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

Jessie was not stupid, she knew that she was vastly outnumbered by the three men not to mention they were all twice her size or more. She feared for her life but also for the innocent Faron who had been dragged into this mess because of his virtue. As the man demanded her arms, she shook a little as her slender arms came out from behind her and underneath his body some to stretch out in front of her chest. The man above her had obviously want for her body but it seemed the man that had been pinning her had a resemblance of control over his men, the obvious leader. Looking at Kole, she asked him softly with her voice wavering.

"W-here are you taking us? W-hy...I d-don't understand this...I've d-done nothing wrong...p-please?" Her bright green and gold eyes watched at the unconscious farmhand was taken away as well and she was bound with the rough rope.

 

[Magi_monk]

The leader of the other two men had now turned his attention away from the girl, gaze drifting over the farm land and then on down toward the mansion. A smirk spreads across his lips and a laugh of sinister humour leaves his lips as she speaks. "Done? Your father is a wealthy man, and he has wronged so many people....it is time he repayed his debt."

He turned, dark eyes fixed upon Jessie, "You are just insurance....to make sure that he pays up." With this said, he beckoned his remaining companion before setting off across the fields after Caulton and the farm hand.

~~~~~~~

Aziel seemed almost disappointed that the girl didn't put up any kind of a fight, but he bound her wrists together firmly regardless, trying off the rope with several complicated knots. Wasting no time, he stooped and snatched Jessie up from the bench and tossed her over his shoulder, a hand resting against the backs of her thighs to keep her balanced.

Satisfied, his footsteps fell in time with Kole's, moving across the field and away from her home.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

As the man looked around the property briefly she debated struggling and fighting them for once but she knew that she couldn't win against two men much larger than her. Not only this, but with her ankles bound tightly and her arms soon to be the same she couldn't win. The answer did not make her any more or less comforted, it didn't answer anything really. When the other man came over to lift her from the bench, she squirmed uncomfortably. Her wrists were tightly bound together and the massive amount of knots would keep them that way until he decided otherwise.

The sensation of being tossed over his shoulder was disconcerning and she grunted as her body hit the firm muscle of the shoulder. Giving a little huff, she squirmed more against the hands touching her thigh even if they weren't being overly friendly at the moment. She looked around desperately to find someone to help her. But no one was around for miles and she lost hope as they approached their ride and she was about to be put within it.

 

[Magi_monk]

Caulton had reached the tree line of the forest that swept around the boundaries of the estate by this time. Pushing his way through the undergrowth and between trees, the silent man moved without hesitation or pause, eyes fixed straight ahead with his unconscious cargo still hanging limply over his shoulder. Suddenly the trees gave way to a clearing, with a dirt track running through it – a dirt track which appeared to rarely be in use if the plants that were growing over it were anything to go by.

In the middle of the clearing sat a worn, closed carriage that, in its prime, would have been rather grand indeed. Now, however, the wood was warn and scratched in places, the curtains that hung within the windows faded and frayed at the edges. Two horses wandered the edges of the clearing, nibbling upon blades of grass while their harnesses lay upon the ground in preparation.

Jerking open the carriage door, Caulton stepped up and inside, old wood groaning in complaint. Shuffling round, he stoops and sets the unconscious farm hand upon the floor, and then jumps out, leaving the door open. By the time the rest arrived, the blue eyed man had harnessed the horses and was sitting perched upon the driver’s seat, reigns gathered in his hands.

~~~~~

The journey from bench to carriage was conducted in silence, Kole’s dark eyes sweeping their surroundings and once or twice casting a glance over his shoulder. Not that he expected to be followed or even caught, at least not for the time being. He had planned this carefully, down to the very detail – there would be no mistakes. Stepping out into the clearing, he marched toward the carriage and with naught but a nod in Caulton’s direction climbed in and seated himself upon the far side of the worn and poorly padded cushioned bench.


Aziel was right behind Kole, but paused before entering the carriage himself; slipping Jessie from his shoulder and placing her upon the bench next to the ring leader. With a firm hand pressed to the girl’s shoulder, holding her against the man’s body, while he climbed in after her and sat down on her other side. The door was drawn too sharply and the bolt slid into place, three firm thuds sounded out against the wooden roof.

A moment later the carriage lurked and then began to sway and creak with the uneven track as they began their journey.


Faron lay motionless upon the bottom of the carriage, firmly bound and gagged. Blood from a split lip had soaked into the handkerchief, his arms held behind his back by a firm coil of rope. Only after that had been travelling a short distance did his eyes shift beneath closed lids and his fingers curl, a small frown furrowing his brow as a clouded mind sought for answers.

 

[moonsblackwolf]

Jessie watched desperately but silently as she looked around the landscape, praying someone would run across the group and stop them. But no such relief came as they reached the tree line at the edge of the property and they disappeared into the foliage. She squirmed uncomfortably on the man's shoulder, her arms aching from being bound so firmly and the pressure on her chest from bouncing growing unpleasant. The distance to the disheveled carriage was not that far and Jessie wondered how they got so close unnoticed. For a moment she was disoriented as she was shifted into the carriage and on a worn bench. There was a warm firm body beside and slightly behind her that she was pushed into to keep her from running, the short-haired leader. It wasn't like she could run, her legs were bound, and even if she could the men would surely catch up with her and would be mad. This would prove unbeneficial to her and Faron so she remained still as the other man, the loud mouthed one, sat on her other side.

Her green eyes eventually adjusted to the dimness of the carriage as it started to move. Looking down she could see the farmhand laying at their feet, a spreading spot of blood on the gag. Her heart pounded as she subconciously leaned forward to touch him and assure that he was alive and okay but she felt those hands pinning her in place and she couldn't get close. Seeing Faron's chest rise and fall with a breath made her stomach relax some as she came back against the seat and men beside her.