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Love of all Times (7/?)
Title: Love Of All Times 7/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: Angel's Realm, Everafter Love, others please ask.
Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment
Sorry for the delay in posts lately, Fin and I were quite busy with other things... But we promise to post the next chapter soon ;)
Italics indicate thoughts
~~~~~
Raneb was in his private chambers having his way with one of the slave girls when a knock came at the door. "This had better be important," he muttered as he climbed from the bed and crossed the room.
Nearing the door he saw out of the corner of his eye that the slave was attempting to cover herself. Stopping in his tracks he wheeled around to glare coldly at the young woman. "Who told you to cover yourself?" he demanded sternly. Lowering her head she exposed her nude body once more as the King turned and opened the door.
"Yes," Raneb said loudly in an irritated voice as he looked at the High Priest standing before him with an unreadable expression.
"Your Majesty," the High Priest said, "May I have a moment of your time? I have some worries about your daughter."
"My daughter?" Raneb snapped as he motioned the other man in the room. "What worries about my daughter?" he continued as he slammed the door behind the man. The Priest looked over to the bed where he noticed the beautiful woman lying there naked and vulnerable.
"I apologize for interrupting you, but, your Majesty, I noticed something tonight in the banquet hall. Something that I feel could pose a threat to the wedding you are planning and thus must be dealt with as soon as possible."
"A threat? What kind of threat?" the King asked loudly. On the bed, the slave girl cowered, knowing how quickly Raneb's mood could change and what he was capable of if enraged.
The Priest tore his glance away from the slave and looked directly into Raneb's face. "I saw something between her and the golden haired woman. A look, a smile, a touch," he said, "Mind you, they were careful not to let anything show, but I have seen them before. And have you noticed that the slave seems to be happy here? She is a slave, yet she does not act like one."
"Are you saying that my daughter and her slave..." Raneb asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, your Majesty," the Priest said interrupting him, "Your daughter and her slave. This cannot be overlooked and I feel this matter must be dealt with swiftly before word gets out."
Raneb paced the room thinking for a moment. Since they had bought the slave girl, he had thought of sending for her for his own bed, but somehow he never had the chance to, thanks to... his daughter! He stopped short and looked over at the Priest. "Where is this slave girl now?"
"She is in the kitchen helping clean up from the banquet," replied the Priest. A feral grin appeared on Raneb's face as he turned around.
"Guard!" the King yelled over his shoulder. "I will get to the bottom of this mischief myself," Raneb said to the Priest as the door opened and one of the guards came in.
"My King?" said the guard.
Raneb nodded. "Go to the kitchen and bring me the golden haired slave girl at once. Her name is Miranda."
"As you wish," the man said as he bowed and exited the room.
"Do you wish me to remain?" the High Priest asked.
Raneb raised his eyebrow at the man. "No, I will deal with this on my own," he replied sternly. The Priest bowed and nodded. "If you are sure, your Majesty."
"Yes, I am. Now leave me," the King said as he stroked his beard, his mind already working out plans for the night. Turning to the slave girl, still sitting unclothed on the bed, "Out! Get out!" he yelled causing her cringe as she jumped up and fled the room, carrying her gown with her.
"I will be in my chambers if my services are required," the High Priest said as he bowed and exited the room closing the door behind him.
"So, this slave girl has feelings for my daughter," the King said aloud to no one as he moved over to his throne and sat. "She is a rather lovely girl. Let's see how she truly feels for her love's father," he mused with an evil chuckle, leaning back in his throne with anticipation.
The shaking of her hands had finally stopped, and Miranda even managed to smile and hum again as she and Cassandra cleaned off the plates and cups and polished the gold, chit-chatting with her friend about this and that as they did. Suddenly, the door flew open, and the two women looked up to see Rashabi stomp into the kitchen. Miranda had heard enough about him to dislike the man although she never had met him before. He was captain of the King's own guards and a cruel, heartless man, known for treating the slaves as cruelly and brutally as his monarch.
"You," Rashabi bellowed and pointed at Miranda, "The King wants to see you, now." Immediately Cassandra stepped protectively in front of Miranda, but her friend put a hand on her arm. "As you said, it had to happen," she said quietly and gently forced Cassandra to step aside so she could pass.
"Miranda, no!" Cassandra whispered urgently, her eyes wide with fear for her beautiful friend. Miranda gave Cassandra a gentle smile and shook her head ever so slightly. Cassandra bit her lips to hold back a sob as she nodded her mute understanding.
"I said now!" Rashabi snapped impatiently and stepped forward to grab Miranda's arm and roughly drag her away from Cassandra and towards the door, "Move, slave!"
"Lead the way," Miranda said to the guard and pulled her arm out of his grip as she looked fearlessly into the cold eyes. The man looked at her with the mix of desire and lust she had grown used to by now. "Come," he said curtly and wheeled around to leave the kitchen. Miranda threw a glance back at Cassandra over her shoulder and mouthed, "I'll be fine." Then the door closed behind her and she silently let the guard lead her to what she knew would be nothing but pain, hurt and torture.
Soon, they arrived at the King's chambers. Rashabi let go of Miranda's arm that he had grabbed sometime during their walk and opened the door, pushing her through so she nearly stumbled. Miranda saw the King sitting in his throne and looking up as she entered, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Your Highness, the golden haired slave," Rashabi said with a bow. Upon a wave of his monarch, he roughly nudged Miranda to step closer, then he left the room and closed the door, leaving her alone with her love's father. Miranda ignored the urge to close her eyes as she dropped to her knees, bowing deeply to Raneb. "You have called for me, my King?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Raneb sat there for a moment drinking in Miranda's beauty and before he finally spoke. "I have heard news, disturbing news about you and my daughter." The King stood and approached the kneeling woman. "Is this news true? Have you feelings for my daughter?" he asked as he stopped in front of her. "Look at me, slave!" he yelled as he took her chin in his hand and forced her head up, "Tell me is this is so!"
Miranda turned pale at the King's words and looked up at him. Her mind was racing. But how did he find out? No one saw us, did they? Who has given us away? Oh God, Liv! I must protect her, whatever the cost may be. "Your daughter is very kind to me," she said slowly, carefully choosing her words, "Thank you for having bought me for your daughter." Nervously, she licked her lips that had turned dry from fear. "Your daughter has done nothing wrong, my King," Miranda whispered.
"Nothing wrong? That will be for me to decide," he said with a sneer as he ran his fingers through Miranda's golden hair. "Stand for me," he ordered running his hand down her cheek, his eyes never leaving the delicate, slender body of the slave girl. "You are very lovely. I can understand why my daughter would have feelings for you," he added as he felt himself stirring. He had waited for this moment since he first laid eyes on her and now it was here at last. She was about to become his and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"We did nothing, my King," Miranda said, a pleading note in her voice as she obeyed the monarch and stood. Taking a deep breath she continued, "I know that you would sentence me to death if anything happened." Miranda's thoughts went out to Liv, and she forced down the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes.
Tilting her head into the King's hand, she rubbed her cheek against the rough calloused skin of Raneb's palm and looking up into the greedy eyes she could feel roaming all over her body. Miranda ignored the fright that was taking hold of her and hesitantly took a step closer.
"What can I do to convince you that nothing has happened between your daughter and me, my King?" Miranda asked softly and raised a hand to brush her fingers lightly over Raneb's chest. As she did so, there was no warmth spreading through her body as it did whenever she felt the skin of her love's body underneath her fingertips; instead everything inside her seemed to turn cold and die as it became even harder for her to fight down the fear and panic that the knowledge of what was inevitably to happen tonight caused in her.
Raneb listened to her words as he continued to drink in her beauty with his lustful eyes. "You say nothing has happened between you and my daughter." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, taking in the sweet smell of her tender flesh.
"Strip!" he commanded. As he saw a slight hesitation in Miranda's eyes, Raneb grabbed her gown tightly and ripped it open revealing her breasts. "I said strip, damn you!" he yelled angrily and raised his hand bringing it down hard across Miranda's beautiful face.
Miranda bit down a painful cry and dropped to the ground as the King backhanded her. With shaky fingers, she pulled the ripped gown off her shoulders and stood, letting it drop to the floor. She could not fully avoid her eyes filling with tears as she looked at the King. As she reached a shaky hand up to Raneb's chest again, Miranda wondered how in the world this brutal man had been able to give life to such a wonderful and angelic creature as her Princess. But as soon as Liv crossed her thought, Miranda remembered why she was here.
This was all for her, to save her sweet love from the wrath of this brutal man, to keep her safe from any punishment she might have to face otherwise.
Miranda forced herself to smile at Raneb and stepped out of the puddle of fabric around her feet. "I am at your service, my King," she said and slowly scraped her fingernails down the heavily rising and falling chest. Desperately she clung on to the thought of keeping Liv safe with this and the outlook of being able to be with her Princess again soon. Liv, my sweet, beautiful love... I hope you will still be able to love me when this is over. Though I would not condemn you if you weren't... she thought sadly as she gave in to her fate.
Raneb smiled an evil smile as he took in her gorgeous body. Reaching out he roughly grabbed first one breast than the other giving them both a hard squeeze.
Unable to restrain himself he roughly grabbed a handful of Miranda's golden hair and pulled her over to the bed. Tossing her on to it violently, making her gasp, he quickly removed his robes and crawled in the bed on top of her.
"Tonight you will know what it's like to be a queen," Raneb said as he brutally grabbed her legs and spread them wide, positioning himself between them. Looking down into her tear filled eyes he added, "Tonight and forever after you will be mine." With a laugh he claimed the prize he had lusted for so long now.
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: Angel's Realm, Everafter Love, others please ask.
Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment
Sorry for the delay in posts lately, Fin and I were quite busy with other things... But we promise to post the next chapter soon ;)
Italics indicate thoughts
~~~~~
Raneb was in his private chambers having his way with one of the slave girls when a knock came at the door. "This had better be important," he muttered as he climbed from the bed and crossed the room.
Nearing the door he saw out of the corner of his eye that the slave was attempting to cover herself. Stopping in his tracks he wheeled around to glare coldly at the young woman. "Who told you to cover yourself?" he demanded sternly. Lowering her head she exposed her nude body once more as the King turned and opened the door.
"Yes," Raneb said loudly in an irritated voice as he looked at the High Priest standing before him with an unreadable expression.
"Your Majesty," the High Priest said, "May I have a moment of your time? I have some worries about your daughter."
"My daughter?" Raneb snapped as he motioned the other man in the room. "What worries about my daughter?" he continued as he slammed the door behind the man. The Priest looked over to the bed where he noticed the beautiful woman lying there naked and vulnerable.
"I apologize for interrupting you, but, your Majesty, I noticed something tonight in the banquet hall. Something that I feel could pose a threat to the wedding you are planning and thus must be dealt with as soon as possible."
"A threat? What kind of threat?" the King asked loudly. On the bed, the slave girl cowered, knowing how quickly Raneb's mood could change and what he was capable of if enraged.
The Priest tore his glance away from the slave and looked directly into Raneb's face. "I saw something between her and the golden haired woman. A look, a smile, a touch," he said, "Mind you, they were careful not to let anything show, but I have seen them before. And have you noticed that the slave seems to be happy here? She is a slave, yet she does not act like one."
"Are you saying that my daughter and her slave..." Raneb asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, your Majesty," the Priest said interrupting him, "Your daughter and her slave. This cannot be overlooked and I feel this matter must be dealt with swiftly before word gets out."
Raneb paced the room thinking for a moment. Since they had bought the slave girl, he had thought of sending for her for his own bed, but somehow he never had the chance to, thanks to... his daughter! He stopped short and looked over at the Priest. "Where is this slave girl now?"
"She is in the kitchen helping clean up from the banquet," replied the Priest. A feral grin appeared on Raneb's face as he turned around.
"Guard!" the King yelled over his shoulder. "I will get to the bottom of this mischief myself," Raneb said to the Priest as the door opened and one of the guards came in.
"My King?" said the guard.
Raneb nodded. "Go to the kitchen and bring me the golden haired slave girl at once. Her name is Miranda."
"As you wish," the man said as he bowed and exited the room.
"Do you wish me to remain?" the High Priest asked.
Raneb raised his eyebrow at the man. "No, I will deal with this on my own," he replied sternly. The Priest bowed and nodded. "If you are sure, your Majesty."
"Yes, I am. Now leave me," the King said as he stroked his beard, his mind already working out plans for the night. Turning to the slave girl, still sitting unclothed on the bed, "Out! Get out!" he yelled causing her cringe as she jumped up and fled the room, carrying her gown with her.
"I will be in my chambers if my services are required," the High Priest said as he bowed and exited the room closing the door behind him.
"So, this slave girl has feelings for my daughter," the King said aloud to no one as he moved over to his throne and sat. "She is a rather lovely girl. Let's see how she truly feels for her love's father," he mused with an evil chuckle, leaning back in his throne with anticipation.
The shaking of her hands had finally stopped, and Miranda even managed to smile and hum again as she and Cassandra cleaned off the plates and cups and polished the gold, chit-chatting with her friend about this and that as they did. Suddenly, the door flew open, and the two women looked up to see Rashabi stomp into the kitchen. Miranda had heard enough about him to dislike the man although she never had met him before. He was captain of the King's own guards and a cruel, heartless man, known for treating the slaves as cruelly and brutally as his monarch.
"You," Rashabi bellowed and pointed at Miranda, "The King wants to see you, now." Immediately Cassandra stepped protectively in front of Miranda, but her friend put a hand on her arm. "As you said, it had to happen," she said quietly and gently forced Cassandra to step aside so she could pass.
"Miranda, no!" Cassandra whispered urgently, her eyes wide with fear for her beautiful friend. Miranda gave Cassandra a gentle smile and shook her head ever so slightly. Cassandra bit her lips to hold back a sob as she nodded her mute understanding.
"I said now!" Rashabi snapped impatiently and stepped forward to grab Miranda's arm and roughly drag her away from Cassandra and towards the door, "Move, slave!"
"Lead the way," Miranda said to the guard and pulled her arm out of his grip as she looked fearlessly into the cold eyes. The man looked at her with the mix of desire and lust she had grown used to by now. "Come," he said curtly and wheeled around to leave the kitchen. Miranda threw a glance back at Cassandra over her shoulder and mouthed, "I'll be fine." Then the door closed behind her and she silently let the guard lead her to what she knew would be nothing but pain, hurt and torture.
Soon, they arrived at the King's chambers. Rashabi let go of Miranda's arm that he had grabbed sometime during their walk and opened the door, pushing her through so she nearly stumbled. Miranda saw the King sitting in his throne and looking up as she entered, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Your Highness, the golden haired slave," Rashabi said with a bow. Upon a wave of his monarch, he roughly nudged Miranda to step closer, then he left the room and closed the door, leaving her alone with her love's father. Miranda ignored the urge to close her eyes as she dropped to her knees, bowing deeply to Raneb. "You have called for me, my King?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Raneb sat there for a moment drinking in Miranda's beauty and before he finally spoke. "I have heard news, disturbing news about you and my daughter." The King stood and approached the kneeling woman. "Is this news true? Have you feelings for my daughter?" he asked as he stopped in front of her. "Look at me, slave!" he yelled as he took her chin in his hand and forced her head up, "Tell me is this is so!"
Miranda turned pale at the King's words and looked up at him. Her mind was racing. But how did he find out? No one saw us, did they? Who has given us away? Oh God, Liv! I must protect her, whatever the cost may be. "Your daughter is very kind to me," she said slowly, carefully choosing her words, "Thank you for having bought me for your daughter." Nervously, she licked her lips that had turned dry from fear. "Your daughter has done nothing wrong, my King," Miranda whispered.
"Nothing wrong? That will be for me to decide," he said with a sneer as he ran his fingers through Miranda's golden hair. "Stand for me," he ordered running his hand down her cheek, his eyes never leaving the delicate, slender body of the slave girl. "You are very lovely. I can understand why my daughter would have feelings for you," he added as he felt himself stirring. He had waited for this moment since he first laid eyes on her and now it was here at last. She was about to become his and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"We did nothing, my King," Miranda said, a pleading note in her voice as she obeyed the monarch and stood. Taking a deep breath she continued, "I know that you would sentence me to death if anything happened." Miranda's thoughts went out to Liv, and she forced down the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes.
Tilting her head into the King's hand, she rubbed her cheek against the rough calloused skin of Raneb's palm and looking up into the greedy eyes she could feel roaming all over her body. Miranda ignored the fright that was taking hold of her and hesitantly took a step closer.
"What can I do to convince you that nothing has happened between your daughter and me, my King?" Miranda asked softly and raised a hand to brush her fingers lightly over Raneb's chest. As she did so, there was no warmth spreading through her body as it did whenever she felt the skin of her love's body underneath her fingertips; instead everything inside her seemed to turn cold and die as it became even harder for her to fight down the fear and panic that the knowledge of what was inevitably to happen tonight caused in her.
Raneb listened to her words as he continued to drink in her beauty with his lustful eyes. "You say nothing has happened between you and my daughter." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, taking in the sweet smell of her tender flesh.
"Strip!" he commanded. As he saw a slight hesitation in Miranda's eyes, Raneb grabbed her gown tightly and ripped it open revealing her breasts. "I said strip, damn you!" he yelled angrily and raised his hand bringing it down hard across Miranda's beautiful face.
Miranda bit down a painful cry and dropped to the ground as the King backhanded her. With shaky fingers, she pulled the ripped gown off her shoulders and stood, letting it drop to the floor. She could not fully avoid her eyes filling with tears as she looked at the King. As she reached a shaky hand up to Raneb's chest again, Miranda wondered how in the world this brutal man had been able to give life to such a wonderful and angelic creature as her Princess. But as soon as Liv crossed her thought, Miranda remembered why she was here.
This was all for her, to save her sweet love from the wrath of this brutal man, to keep her safe from any punishment she might have to face otherwise.
Miranda forced herself to smile at Raneb and stepped out of the puddle of fabric around her feet. "I am at your service, my King," she said and slowly scraped her fingernails down the heavily rising and falling chest. Desperately she clung on to the thought of keeping Liv safe with this and the outlook of being able to be with her Princess again soon. Liv, my sweet, beautiful love... I hope you will still be able to love me when this is over. Though I would not condemn you if you weren't... she thought sadly as she gave in to her fate.
Raneb smiled an evil smile as he took in her gorgeous body. Reaching out he roughly grabbed first one breast than the other giving them both a hard squeeze.
Unable to restrain himself he roughly grabbed a handful of Miranda's golden hair and pulled her over to the bed. Tossing her on to it violently, making her gasp, he quickly removed his robes and crawled in the bed on top of her.
"Tonight you will know what it's like to be a queen," Raneb said as he brutally grabbed her legs and spread them wide, positioning himself between them. Looking down into her tear filled eyes he added, "Tonight and forever after you will be mine." With a laugh he claimed the prize he had lusted for so long now.
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