The Ables
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,196
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Gone With The Rope
Comfortably dressed in a pair of stripped boxers and short grey button-up, Ava had merely slumped on her king sized bed when her father strolled in.
“I have something for you.” true caring and compassion spread across on his generous mouth. His penetrating grey eyes were so obviously handed down to his daughter as well.
A man known for his cruelty and power was no match for the puppy he was around his darling Avalee. His black hair was neatly tied back as usual and he was dressed in silk. Ava secretly admired how magnificent he always looked.
His hands became known to contain something. Avalee looked up curiously. Within her porcelain hands was placed a book. “Gone With The Wind” Ava was obviously very pleased with this. She knew it was a ‘story’ from the non-able world and a priceless gift to her interests.
“Making naughty trips to other places, father?”
“A gentleman never reveals private information.”
Ava shook her head and began glancing at the book. He would never understand how it was that the non-able world intrigued her, but alas, any of their belongings or pastimes always made her more cheery.
“I understand what they don’t. Dreams are these things that we do not have. Our books contain information, you will write stories of things you find impossible. We can do anything here. I never cared for Snow White and Cinderella. Want a horse from a mouse? No problem. Poison apple? More often then not. I enjoy the crime novels of your real time and sappy romances. Even stories of trouble and obstacles. Everything we consider a normal thing is not in your stories. If a certain Anna is pissed off at a certain James, she will just sleep with his best friend or drink too much wine. She could not curse him, or turn him to a toad or enchant his lower undergarment to wet itself in public places. All that you dream of is normal living here, and it bores me. I find more interest in the challenges of your living.”
Her door creaked open, with a slight glance to the left stood a very grave and pissed off Corvle. She annoying put her journal beneath her and sat up to meet his gaze.
“Come back for more?”
He walked over to her, his look was wrathful. His once lovely blue velvety robes were covered with soot and holes.
“You’re a real bitch, you know that?”
With this he leaned into her and held her chin up to his pronounced face.
“You say that like it’s a new wonderful idea to entertain” Confident and poised with her back arched, she didn‘t move a muscle, she liked to show her contempt for him.
Corvle wrapped his hands around her delicate neck and pressed his head to hers.
“Let’s not forget who has the power here, I could have you any moment I choose”
Corvle threw a unaltered Ava against her headboard. He quickly jumped upon her metallic colored red and silver bedding and grabbed both of her wrists, too lay her upon her back. His anger and frustration grew as fear still did not seize her grey eyes. With his abilities he quickly snapped the buttons of her top. He pressed harder and harder into her wrists.
“Want to play a game, Avalee?”
Her bottoms were slowly slipping off as were his, out of the air a rope was summoned.
“It’s called tie up the tease.”
He bit at her chest trying to get a reaction out of her, as the roped circled her wrists on their own, tighter and tighter, she grew more scornful and knew it was not going to end well for him.
He met with her face and made her watch his hand move down her slender figure, taking in the power of the situation, letting his weight smother her the best he could.
One minute and he would have the wild thing at his mercy.
All too quickly was he thrown across the room, The ropes snapped and Corvle got off the floor, confusion flowing through his face.
“Want to play a game, Corvle?”
Naked and full of furry she dared to show a part of her hidden. Corvle started scratching his eyes, and the fell to the stone floor writhing in pain. Her eyes wide, stone, and glowing. The sound of his eyes being boiled was a symphony to hear. He started crawling about, fear drawn on his features. Touching walls, screaming obscenities, pounding on the floor, only to tear up his hand. Ava felt it was worth falling out of her lie to punish him.
“I would tell you what he said, but you see, it was all muttering, curses, and bewilderment, obviously.”
“I have something for you.” true caring and compassion spread across on his generous mouth. His penetrating grey eyes were so obviously handed down to his daughter as well.
A man known for his cruelty and power was no match for the puppy he was around his darling Avalee. His black hair was neatly tied back as usual and he was dressed in silk. Ava secretly admired how magnificent he always looked.
His hands became known to contain something. Avalee looked up curiously. Within her porcelain hands was placed a book. “Gone With The Wind” Ava was obviously very pleased with this. She knew it was a ‘story’ from the non-able world and a priceless gift to her interests.
“Making naughty trips to other places, father?”
“A gentleman never reveals private information.”
Ava shook her head and began glancing at the book. He would never understand how it was that the non-able world intrigued her, but alas, any of their belongings or pastimes always made her more cheery.
“I understand what they don’t. Dreams are these things that we do not have. Our books contain information, you will write stories of things you find impossible. We can do anything here. I never cared for Snow White and Cinderella. Want a horse from a mouse? No problem. Poison apple? More often then not. I enjoy the crime novels of your real time and sappy romances. Even stories of trouble and obstacles. Everything we consider a normal thing is not in your stories. If a certain Anna is pissed off at a certain James, she will just sleep with his best friend or drink too much wine. She could not curse him, or turn him to a toad or enchant his lower undergarment to wet itself in public places. All that you dream of is normal living here, and it bores me. I find more interest in the challenges of your living.”
Her door creaked open, with a slight glance to the left stood a very grave and pissed off Corvle. She annoying put her journal beneath her and sat up to meet his gaze.
“Come back for more?”
He walked over to her, his look was wrathful. His once lovely blue velvety robes were covered with soot and holes.
“You’re a real bitch, you know that?”
With this he leaned into her and held her chin up to his pronounced face.
“You say that like it’s a new wonderful idea to entertain” Confident and poised with her back arched, she didn‘t move a muscle, she liked to show her contempt for him.
Corvle wrapped his hands around her delicate neck and pressed his head to hers.
“Let’s not forget who has the power here, I could have you any moment I choose”
Corvle threw a unaltered Ava against her headboard. He quickly jumped upon her metallic colored red and silver bedding and grabbed both of her wrists, too lay her upon her back. His anger and frustration grew as fear still did not seize her grey eyes. With his abilities he quickly snapped the buttons of her top. He pressed harder and harder into her wrists.
“Want to play a game, Avalee?”
Her bottoms were slowly slipping off as were his, out of the air a rope was summoned.
“It’s called tie up the tease.”
He bit at her chest trying to get a reaction out of her, as the roped circled her wrists on their own, tighter and tighter, she grew more scornful and knew it was not going to end well for him.
He met with her face and made her watch his hand move down her slender figure, taking in the power of the situation, letting his weight smother her the best he could.
One minute and he would have the wild thing at his mercy.
All too quickly was he thrown across the room, The ropes snapped and Corvle got off the floor, confusion flowing through his face.
“Want to play a game, Corvle?”
Naked and full of furry she dared to show a part of her hidden. Corvle started scratching his eyes, and the fell to the stone floor writhing in pain. Her eyes wide, stone, and glowing. The sound of his eyes being boiled was a symphony to hear. He started crawling about, fear drawn on his features. Touching walls, screaming obscenities, pounding on the floor, only to tear up his hand. Ava felt it was worth falling out of her lie to punish him.
“I would tell you what he said, but you see, it was all muttering, curses, and bewilderment, obviously.”