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Flowers of the Desert[me+serphina+doomgamer]

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Ivy Walker

Banned
Banished
Joined
Apr 9, 2010
The idea I had for it was that Ivy is a mistress for an old western whore house or something and she runs her girls as kind of femme fatales--they give men pleasure but at considerable cost to their wallet and if the man is enough of a pig, their lives. A kind of taking charge type thing. Harley stumbles in as an abused and mistreated wretch with no direction in her life and Ivy cleans her up and takes her under her wing. But then maybe some men get wise to the game, some powerful men and they go in and burn the place to the ground, locking up all the women, but Harley and Ivy escape. First, they take revenge on those men and release the women who were captured. Then they go after Harley's old boyfriend and get their revenge on him. And then they travel the countryside releasing women from men-run whore houses. And they become lovers along the way.

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The brothel burst with music and raucous laughter and other more rowdy and intimate sounds in the prime of the afternoon. Ivy stood at the counter counting her money as she listened to the sounds of hot, steamy sex going on above and watched another man or two come waltzing through the door hoping to get some tail. Nodding in acknowledgment, she looked over at the scantily clad women waiting in chairs nearby and made a motion, two of the girls getting up from the plush seats to escort the men upstairs with sultry smiles on their faces. That's it girls, Ivy thought to herself with a wicked grin. Take 'em for all they're worth. Dressed in flowing and frilled green silks and lace, plump curves emphasized here and there and cleavage bursting from her bodice, her beauty classic and majestic, there was no mistaking that she was the owner and Mistress of this place. Men came here to feed their libido and egos and she made sure to take them down several pegs by having her girls rob them and kicking them out on their butts. It served them right for being pigs in the first place.
 
later that day a cold wind blew threw the town .and a single horse could be seen in the distance the rider just a blur . A few minutes later the horse stopped in the center of the town as if to tired to go on . the person ringing fell to the ground barley moving she looked like she wasn't even breathing . her form was well shaped in the leather coat and button op top she wore tight leather pant s clinging to her well built frame . her cloths were partially torn a bloody spot on her shoulder and left side.blood pooed into the dirt around her and she didn't move any other than her chest rising and falling her horse standing by nudging at her her blond hair plastered to her face with sweat and blood.several slashes like whip marks criss crossed over her back .
 
Mary walked out of the establishment to smoke a cigarette, she had been waiting her entire shift. The sun shone, on her small frame, her breasts big but not huge, her size made them look huge though. Her hair was as black as any onyx ever found. She almost lit her cigarette before she saw the body on the ground and she screamed, before running to her side and trying to bring her in. Her navy blue show dress, which had cost her a good months work, was stained her the girls blood, as more of the girls and some of the males came out hurriedly dressed. She could barley lift the woman, so she was dragging her in the building, to where she could be treated by properly by one of their doctors.
 
As the young woman was hauled inside, Ivy came from around the counter and instantly took up leadership of the fray. "Alright, get her into a room on the ground floor," she said in her most commanding tone, her voice slicing through the hubbub. "The first room on the left is unused, put her in there on the bed. Lucy, dear, run and get Doctor Jacobs. His rooms are on the second floor at the end of the hall." And with that she followed the men and Mary who were carrying the woman as they led the way into the room she'd indicated. Once they'd set her on the bed Ivy was shooing the men and extra bodies from the room, allowing Mary to stay and Doctor Jacobs when he arrived. Tending to the poor woman's wounds Doctor Jacobs sat on the edge of the bed murmuring to himself and occasionally belting out orders to both Ivy and Mary to assist him. "Get me a bowl of water and some clean cloths. Hurry!" he said in his raspy voice.

In the hallway outside the room Ivy turned to Mary one of her best and most beautiful girls, "You get the rags and I'll get the water." Her voice was curt and rushed but not unkind. Mary was one of her favorites afterall and she knew she could trust her to be prompt about her task. And with that they split and Ivy hurried to the water pump outside with a porcelain bowl.
 
she didn't wake fully at any time during this"she barley mumbled a few words as the doctor was tending to her . her body was covered with bruises especially the ribs and slashes along her inner thighs.her breathing picking up as she was moved .she was bleeding badly but he wound on her side was not as bad it had be cauterized with a hot object to slow the blood but nothing else had been down for her wounds other than this.
 
Mary blots down the hallway towards the laundry room, where she grabs a couple of the rags used for cleaning the rooms of the filthy pigs her friends and her served. She grabs a couple and runs back looking around as business goes about almost like nothing had happened, that kind of sickened her, but hey you had to make a living somehow. She was back at the room in less than 2 minutes, her arms full with them. She might have been the best Ivy had but she refused to let the innocent die, even if those innocent were, she grimaced at the thought, men.
 
Doctor Jacobs could not believe the extent of the wounds this woman carried, some treated hastily it seemed and thus tended poorly. He clucked his tongue as he peeled away bloody layers of clothing to reveal the broken skin in different places, rubbing a comforting hand over the forehead of the mumbling woman. "Try not to speak," he said. "You'll be alright now. You're in good hands."

Mary arrived back into the rooms just before Ivy did carrying the porcelain bowl carefully so as not to spill any of the water. She set it down on the table beside the bed and the Doctor gruffly took the cloth rags from Mary and hurriedly dipped it in the water. Bringing it back over, some of the rags wet and some of them dry, he started to clean Harley's wounds. "How is she doctor?" Ivy asked, a hint of concern entering her normally unruffled voice. "Will she be alright?"

"Too soon to tell," he murmured absently as he continued about his work patching the girl up with gauze and wrappings. "i reckon with a bit of rest she'll be right as rain in no time. But make no mistake Miss Isley," he turned to the red headed woman solemnly. "What has happened to this woman is a crime. No doubts about that." As Ivy watched him finish up and leave the room, she wondered what the young woman's story was.

(sorry a bit long =( )
 
(its cool not prob that's not long its fine just be yourself let it flow free )

harely didn't move any as the doctor treated her wounds .Her breathing had picked up and sum of her color had come back. and she lay still not even fully conscious yet .after about half an hour her eyes cracked open some.the room was warm she knew that were ever she was she expected to be dead every thing hurt .she didn't move letting the sounds wash over her. closing her eyes again she drifted in and out of consciousness unable to focus fully.her eyes tried to focus on her room her surroundings but very thing stayed blurry she didn't even remember what happened her mind was still recovering.
 
Mary, really did not go back to work, she paced around the room bringing what ever the doctor needed. She brought the woman in here and she was damned if she would do nothing to let the woman die. The time went on she was asked to do this and that, since she wasn't working currently, she did the small jobs and then went right back to sitting out side the door, the blood stained dress still on. My dress is ruined, She kept thinking, when that woman wakes I'm gonna tear her a new one, after i tear the sick bastard, that did that to her, I'm going to tear his dick off and rob him blind.
 
After Doctor Jacobs was finished the young woman in the bed was naked except for her underwear, wrappings spun around her breasts to keep her ribs from being jostled too much by any movements she might make and patching the cauterized wound in her side, as well as her back being extensively bandaged and her inner thighs as much as they could be. There was not much the Doctor could have done for her bruising so he left it at that and said he'd be by to change the wrappings every day.

Several hours passed and Ivy let Mary watch over the girl with instructions to come and get her if there was any change in her condition. In the meantime she tended the front desk again, making sure her girls did their jobs. She allowed Mary some respite from her normal tasks as she felt the condition of this poor stranger was more important than teaching the men of town a thing or two about women's strength. Occasionally she glanced in the direction of that hallway with a wondering glance, thinking over the doctor's words. What has happened to this woman is a crime. Ivy may not have been the most loyal purveyor of justice but she had a soft spot for all womankind especially when being mistreated by the lower sex: men. As soon as the young woman awoke, there would be answers and there would be sweet revenge to follow.
 
Harley slept threw the night stirring only once or twice.As the sun rose she seemed to have recovered some.about noon time her eyes slipped open and she blinked looking around the room was dark the curtains drawn. It hurt to move her neck some pain shooting down her back but she ignored it . doing what she could to sit up .but she couldn't and ended up on her back out of breath . every thing was fuzzy images swam in the back of her head but none of them were clear yet .
 
Mary had slept in the room that night, sitting on the chair asleep. When the sun rose she was up and about, she had left the room to come back to find the woman awake, she dropped her food and left the room to go find Ivy, she almost ran but didn't, when she found her she had started to babel incoherently, till she took a deep breathe and got the words out. "The woman has awoken, Ivy." She said finally after collecting her self, she walked back to the room with a little more dignitary than she had looking for her.
 
Ivy was finishing up her morning rituals settling down into the afternoon as all the rooms were almost finished being cleaned from last night and it was almost time to start the day and welcoming new "customers". It was then that Mary found her and Ivy experienced a bit of impatience as she waited for the woman to take a breath and start making sense. When she heard what she said, she set her work aside and walked after her following her to the woman's rooms bringing some bread and wine for the girl to eat. When they arrived in the room Ivy was happy to see the young woman awake and she brought the food and wine over to the bedside. Speaking much softer than she normally did she addressed her as she felt the young woman's forehead. "How are you feelin'? You gave us all quite a scare last night but the Doctor said you should be alright now. Got a name, sweetheart?"
 
she looked up at ivy tiredly her eyes running over the woman .she clutched at her blankets pulling them over herself more .her eyes searching the others carefully "im...Harley "she whispers hesitating as if shed get hist for just saying it.her eyes moved down to look at the bread and her stomach growled loudly like a dog might if it didn't know you .?"were am i..? she asks looking from Mary to ivy .then at the room she was in .
 
"A refuge for women of any age." Mary says almost without hesitation. She grabbed the chair she had slept in the night before, and brought it over fro Ivy to sit in. Then she leaned against the wall on the other side of the bed. "Now Harley.....do you know how you came to be so beaten up?" She asks with a pleasant soothing look on her face, she meant not to stir up bad memories, but if need be she would. They would find who ever did this to them and beat the unholy tar out of HIM.
 
Ivy watched as the young woman flinched from her touch as she spoke her name. Yep, no doubt about it. This had abuse written all over it, and Ivy felt the anger pool in her gut as she thought of the low-life who could have done this to her. Whoever it was, there wasn't going to be much left of him when Ivy and her army of vixens were done with him. As the girl's eyes wandered over to the bread and wine, Mary brought a chair over for her and Ivy sat in it nodding a small thank you. Taking up the cup of wine, she leaned forward and helped Harley drink from it before setting it aside and handing her the chunk of bread. Then she sat and waited for the answers to Mary's questions, her attention rapt on the poor girl.
 
harley didnt flinck any as ivy touched her her eyes trianing on erh face as she drank shthe wine feeling a littel better .she didnt look at mary for a long whiel after her question as it started coming back .she ate a large chunk of bread still hungery for more but she ignored her stomach.she sighs and lays bakc looking at the ceiling"no weres safe i messed up bad"she says looking down at her hands "i dotn want to talk about it right now its not your cuncern anyway "she says trying to sit up but failing miserably.she touched the bandages covering her body every thing was fuzzy buit it was there and she didnt want to open that door not now.
 
Mary was quiet for a minute, before speaking, "Bull shit...you don't want to talk about it fine but, that horrid pig of a man will pay dearly, no woman deserves a beating like that. Period." She sighs then continues, "You can leave those doors closed for now, but i have a feeling you will want to talk about when you do," She says going out the door and off to another ma-pay check. She walks out and works the front desk for Ivy till she gets back.
 
Ivy listened quietly, watching silently as Mary left the room and then she turned to Harley. She was quiet for several moments but finally spoke up. "She's right, you know," she said pushing her red hair back off of one shoulder as she rose gracefully from her seat. "We will make him pay. And it does concern us, now. You fall on my doorstep in such a condition and I won't stand for it. Never a man treats a woman in my presence in such a way and gets away with it. He'll know soon enough how to treat the fairer sex." She rested her hands on her hips and sighed with a wistful smile. "But there's no point in rushing you. I figure you'll tell us all about it sooner or later. Until then, you're under my care and my supervision. Hopefully we'll have things figured out by the time you get better. Doctor Jacobs should be by later to change your bandages. If you ever need anything you just holler and don't over-exert yourself."

And with that she left the room giving Harley one last warm smile at the doorway. In the main hall Ivy took over for Mary and watched the front desk. Even though she was busy working welcoming new customers and signaling off girls one by one to tend to them, her mind was mostly on the poor, beautiful stranger in their midst.
 
Harley relaxed in the presence of the red haired stranger the woman was kind enough.Harley didn't feel threatened around her not much anyway.she wondered who the two women were though she felt safe she also felt trapped she couldn't get out and if he sent any one they would be in danger .she knew that she owned them her life at least.she sighed watching the redhead leave and she slumped down in the bed tiredly her eyes already close to closing now that she had some food in her stomach .she wonderd who the doctor was as his name was mentioned .after ivy left Harley soon fell into a sound sleep under the covers she had been provided,
 
Mary managed the front desk that day, not wanting to be intimate with any of the male race today. Not after seeing the look that woman had when she thought about her past so she worked the front desk and other jobs that did not involve saying much to any man. She did the cooking, cleaning, laundry, hell she even disposed of the occasional body. She stayed away from Harley's room, and out of Ivy's sight as best she could. She wore a blank look on her face the entire day worried if they could help kill the bastard that did that to her.
 
Ivy kept busy as well, mostly staying in the front of the establishment when Mary was not and tending to other things when Mary manned the front desk. When she occasionally saw the woman, she could just ~feel~ the waves of negative energy rolling off of her and she knew she was pissed about what had happened to Harley. Doctor Jacob arrived in Harley's rooms in the early evening to change her bandages. He was a kindly old man with whisps of gray hair sticking out by his ears and the top of his head was bald. Gold framed wire glasses sat on his nose and his dark brown eyes held a wisdom and understanding in their depths. Ivy had hired him as the Doctor on the scene of their establishment to keep her girls clean from any diseases the clientele might drag in. As payment Ivy let him live in his own private quarters undisturbed and he turned a blind eye to the illegal activity that went down. He entered the room humbly, smiling softly down at the tired young woman. When her eyes opened sleepily, he said in raspy tones, "How are you today, my dear?" There was such benevolence in his eyes that there was no mistaking that he was a kind-hearted soul.

Meanwhile, while she was busy at the front desk, a tall, swarthy, and ugly fellow entered the establishment, strutting his stuff as if he owned the place. Seeing Ivy he meandered up to the counter and leaned upon it aggressively, staring her down. Ivy ignored the look and unintimidated said, "What can I do for you, handsome?"

Tobias sneered and spit off to the side before he responded. "I'mma lookin' for a runaway. A skinny blondie gal, lookin' worse fer wear. Have ya seen 'er?" And he spit again, nearly missing the feet of one of the women who was walking by.

Ivy's eyes narrowed sharply, and she kept a lid on her anger. putting on her sweetest smile she said smoothly, "Oh, I sure have, hun. Right this way." Motioning for him to follow and swaying her hips as she walked she led him to the back of the establishment and out the back door. When he'd wandered outside ahead of her, he looked around at the sand that surrounded them on all sides and said "Hey, what kinda trick is this--?" before he was cut off by a high-heeled boot to his face that sent him falling back onto the ground.

Sitting on his rump feeling his chin he looked up to be met with the barrel of a pistol pointed straight in his face, and the stony look of the woman who wouldn't hesitate to kill him. "Are you the one who roughed her up, sonny?" she asked in threatening tones. "Because by the Lord Almighty, you better be saying your prayers if you are." And she cocked the gun with a loud click, her finger ready to squeeze the trigger.

"No, wait!" Tobias said fearfully, reduced to the coward he was in the face of cruel death. "It weren't me, I-I swear! I'm here to retrieve 'er fer my boss! He's the one! Please, ma'am, don't kill me!" He was on his knees, his face kissing the dirt at her feet as he begged pathetically.

Moments later, Ivy stood at the doorway to the kitchen leaning upon the doorframe looking into the room. Mary was in there tending to supper and she waited for the other woman to notice her before she spoke. "Mary," she said with a sly smile. "I need your help with something." Reaching outside the doorway she threw forth Tobias who fell on his face on the floor. He lay there stiffly, tied tightly with an ivy vine rope and whimpered pathetically. "See this fella knows where the man who hurt our dear Harley is. But the thing is, he's having trouble letting go of his loyalties and telling me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me loosen his tongue a little bit." And she smiled as she waltzed into the room, forcing the man to his feet only to shove him violently into a chair in the middle of the room.
 
harley blinked hearing the old man speak .she looked him over deciding he wasn't a threat she smiled feebly"im a lot better doc thanks"she says her eyes darting towards the door as she swore she heard someone she recognized though she wasn't sure.her eyes settled back on Jacob"um could you tell me were my things are.'she says looking a little embarrassed"i wouldn't want anyone losing my cloths or hurting themselves on any of my things''.she says lightly her voice just a little raspy.she was itching for her gun just to be careful shed sleep a lot easier not to mention dynamite didn't do well in her heat ether."oh hows my horse poor baby carried me a good twenty miles"she says smiling proudly.
 
"Sure just let me get the fun toys." She left the room for maybe a few minutes and came back with a couple whips and chains, plus a good hunting knife. "Now, we shall start with a simple question, who is your boss." She says calmly twirling one end of the whip between her fingers. Oh yes she was going to enjoy this even if this dude didn't do this to harley, he deserved it anyways. Being a lack meant you could be a messenger, as well as the first one beat, for fucking up. Considering they couldn't get to the real man, if you could call it that, who beat the sweet little blond, then this guy could take the pain till then.
 
Tobias eyed the whip in the strange beautiful woman's hands as she asked him the question. Despite being quite the coward he kept his resolve in the face of this threatened violence. These women were dangerous folk, and although he doubted they'd be a match for his boss, they were still a formidable force. And his boss wouldn't take too kindly to having a horde of murderous harpies led straight to him. And more importantly he thought of the task he'd been sent out to accomplish: he was here to retrieve something and he didn't even know if these psychotic witches had it.

Slyly he looked at the raven-haired vixen before him and said, "I think we can do something for each other. You know something I want and I know something you want. I'mma thinkin' we could arrange a trade for information and nobody hasta get hurt. Just tell me where the girl is and I'll take her offa yer hands and point ya in the direction of my employer." Of course, Tobias had no intention of letting them get that far. He had ways of delaying the situation to his advantage and would skip with the girl without telling them anything if he found the right opportunity. His dark, beady eyes darted quickly to look for openings in the room before he smiled simperingly.

Over his head where she stood with her arms crossed by the door, Ivy silently shook her head at Mary. There would be no negotiations with men who were untrustworthy.

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Doctor Jacob looked around for where the women had set aside Harley's clothes. They sat neatly folded on a chair in the corner of the room, recently washed of the blood that had crusted them. Atop the neatly folded clothes were the things that she'd brought with her arranged in a small pile. Doctor Jacobs walked over to the chair and carefully lifted everything on it and brought it over to her, setting them down on the bedside table. "Looks like the ladies washed your clothes for you," he said amiably. As she inquired about her horse Doctor Jacobs furrowed his brow. "No, I'm sorry my dear, I do not know what has become of the steed. I'm sure the women have taken good care of him. Don't you worry. Now, I'm here to change your bandages and check your wounds to make sure they're healing properly. You were quite worse for wear when you showed up here last night." He started to rifle through his medical bag then humming pleasantly to himself.
 
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