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Overt Religiosity	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 11791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tria Mera
          "I'm sorry sir, you can't be here." The nurse said almost running into the man who seemed to appear out of no where.
          "I would think if anyone should be here, it would be the husband. Don't you?" Caleb said.
          "They hadn't said that her husband was here." The nurse said.
          "Well your personel seem less then concerned with service." He said giving her a look.
           "Sir, you need to wait in the waiting area. This isn't a delivery room, it's the OR." The nurse was still having trouble figuring out how he had gotten back here in the first place without being stopped. "There's been complications, you need to let us do our job."
          "Actually, there is only one complication. The Complication that she's not where she's meant to be givin' birth." The nurse wasn't going to argue with him any further and reached up to push him out of the room, but Caleb caught her wrist and broke her arm at the shoulder. She screamed falling on the ground, the sound calling the attention of the room and binging all activity to an immediate halt.
           "Now if you'll all be kind enough to take a step back, i'll collect my young lady over there and we'll be on our way." Caleb announced to the whole room in his one and only polite warning.
          "You can't take this woman from here, she'll die." One of the doctors said quickly.
          "NOt as quick as you if you don't get away from here now. I won't tell you again." Caleb said seriously as he walked to the table. Rather then be the next victim on the floor, the hospital staff stepped back letting him pass. Caleb smiled, "That's a right smart think you did there." He reached up and pulled the wires and leads off of her tossing them aside before pickling her up. Just as quickly as he had appeared, both he and the young woman in his arms disappeared in a blink of an eye leaving the room stunned.
           Back at the vineyard, Caleb walked through the cellar where the bringers were on their knees holding candles. he set Annabelle down on the stone table laying her out, a pillow had been placed at one end for her head to rest on. He looked at Annabelle whose face was covered with sweat even though her skin was ice cold to the touch. She was in extreme pain but still refused to make a sound.
           "Will she survive this?" Caleb asked keeping his eyes on Annabelle.
           "Maybe," The first replied, "It all depends on how strong she is." It looked at Caleb, "It's time."
           Caleb rolled Annabelle onto her side, baring her back where the brand and marks were. A moment passed before the symbols began to move and the brand began to glow brighter and brighter. The first became transparent like a transparent ghost. WHen the bran began to glow red, the frist seemed to liquify and entered into the young woman's pregnant body where she'd been marked.
            Once it disappeared and the marks all returned to their original state, Caleb rolled her onto her back once more taking her hand when she looked up at him. "Alright girl, make me proud." He said looking into her eyes.
Recovery
           Caleb watched as the bringers attended the motionless body laid out on the bed.
           "It's what you wanted isn't it?" The first said standing beside Caleb looking on as he was. "Her to survive?"
           "I wanted her to live." He said, "I wanted Annabelle to live . . not just her body, the shell." He shook his head, "She's useless to me this way."
            "Really? She's never been more obedient, more silent, more out of your way then she is now." Caleb didn't say anything and just watched. Every since she'd given birth she'd been comatose. It had been nearly two weeks and she hadn't twitched a muscle. At first he hardly noticed, baring witness to what he had served being born into the world. Yet once the awe had subsided, he began to notice not having Annabelle around. It had bothered him more than he ever imagined. The first smiled, "Very well, Caleb." It said, "You deserve a reward for your faithfulness, you you've both served me well." The being nodded towards the motionless body. Suddenly the girls eyes opened and it was as if she was waking up from a long sleep.
             "Your power never ceases to amaze me." Caleb said his eyes wide as he saw Annabelle returning to life.
             "Have fun." Then the first disappeared as the bringers disappeared the room as well. When the door closed and latched shut, Caleb moved over to the bed and sat beside her watching as she woke from her slumber. She looked much better, her color had returned. When her eyes looked up at him there was a question there.
              "Theres my girl." He said, "Finally decided to rejoin the land of the livin'" He half smiled before leaning closer to her, "You made me real proud little girl. You would have given your life to bring our master into this world. Without a sound you endured the righteous pain of child birth with grace and humility. No woman in this day and age could hope to be your equal." He said giving her high praise, higher then he'd ever given a woman. Annabelle looked tired still having just been brought back to life. "You get some rest now. We've got a lot to do ahead of us. You'll need your strength for the days to come.
Playthings
              Annabelle's wrists were shackled around a post over her head. She'd been hanging this way for hours, every since the night before. She hadn't been given any reason when the bringers took her from her bed and tied her up this way. It wasn't until late the following evening that Caleb appeared, an unhappy look on his face.
              The young woman turned as much as she could even though her arms arched and screamed with pain in her shoulders. Caleb's hands were clasped behind his back as he slowly circled around her. "You did so well, everything a good wife is supposed to do. Took care of her man, his home, obeyed my every word without hesitation. Most importantly . . . you brought our master into this world, bore all the pain and agony of child birth without a sound. No other woman alive could be so perfect a while, could ever hope to be so purely righteous in every way." He stopped next to her leaning close to her ear, "Imagine my disappointment when I found that my Angel had allowed herself to fall prey to the disgusting practices of the dirty and sinful girls under the slayers command."
               Caleb looked at the picture that a bringer had given him after getting back from a mission. It was a picture of Annabelle that had been taken a few days after she was abducted by the slayer. With the down time, the potentials took the opportunity to do a make-over on Annabelle. Her hair was done up in ribbons and bows, curled beautiful in ringlets, perfectly framing her face. She was wearing a bright colored blouse that had a sweetheart neckline. They'd also put make-up on her such as eyeliner, lip gloss, mascara, blush, eye shadow. It enhanced her natural beauty rather easily that was usually quite hidden. She was absolutely breathtaking and the potentials had wanted a picture of all of them together when th make over was done.
               "Never imagined the day I'd see a girl of mine tarted up like a 2-bit whore." He said tossing the picture at her face. "How easily and quickly they swayed you into their disgustin' and insidious ways."
                Caleb grabbed her hair and jerked her head back looking into her eyes, "I came to be under the notion I could trust you. You wouldn't ever turn into one of the countless dirty girls that walk this earth." He jerked her head back further pressing the blade in his hand across her throat. "I'm a bit shocked I have to say. 3 years together and two days in there company you forget all things civilized and proper."
                 "I . . . I never forgot." She said quickly hardly able to breathe Caleb jerked her head again.
                 "I don't recall asking for an excuse or giving you permission to speak, little girl. Seems you have forgotten your place, and it's about time you be reminded of it." Caleb hissed at her.
                 Released her from the restraints, Annabelle collapsed to the floor. Reaching down he grabbed her by the back of her dress putting her to her feet before flinging her against a wine barrel. She gasped for a breath as the wind was knocked from her. Coughing and trying to breathe, but Caleb still angry pushed her down holding her by the back of her neck squeezing tightly stretching her against the Barrel.
                "Our master has taken it's leave of us for a short while, leaving me with time to reeducate you. Undo the damage done by that group of Dirty whores." Caleb hissed reaching down and grabbing her skirts hoisting them up over her backside. He spanked her hard causing her to cry out, in pain of which he took no mind continuing to beat her. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled her from the barrel before dragging her upstairs to take her to his room. Slamming and locking the door closed.
Repent Sinner
               "In olden times, way back when the Romans and Jews ran everythin' this sort of thing was done in public. Punishment for the offender, a warning to all the onlookers so they would see what a bad idea it was to be a bad girl and wouldn't want the same fate to befall them." Caleb said removing his belt and snapping it. "Or they would just stone her publicly and everyone would get in on the fun."
               The fear in hear eyes seemed to say it all. Terror, repentance, apology, wish for forgiveness, and still after everything, an innocence. Like a child she was about to be punished and not know why.
               Caleb held the picture of her in his hand just starring at it. "I've always been proud that you've been a clean respectable. Now I find you painting your face, showing you body to everyone that casts a glance in your direction. Do you know what sort of slime this sort of self indulgent vanity attracts." He scolded becoming more and more angry by the moment. "Putting thoughts in men's heads, bringing out their most basic sinful lusts and carnal instincts as all evil women do every day they are allowed to live. And it would have been your fault."
               Reaching out, he caught her by the front of her dress jerking her against him, "You know your bible girl, cover to cover. Now tell me what your duty to your husband is." He demanded knowing how humiliated it made her. "SAY IT!"
              "The wife . . . shall open herself to the man, as the furrow to the plow." She closed her eyes trying not to cry and he shook her to make her say the rest, "And he shall work in her in and again . . . til she bring him to his full." She fell silent not wanting to continue but Caleb wasn't about to let her off so easy.
              "Finish it girl." He said shaking her again.
              Annabelle swallowed the lump in her throat as tears escaped her eyes and flooded down her face. "And rest him then on the sweat of her breasts."
              "Those words were written for a reason, Annabelle. They give women very clear instructions on why she's here and how she's supposed to be. Those girls who tarted you up in such a way wanted to make you one of them. Dirty, unclean, soiled. They were born dirty, born without a soul. Born with that gaping maw that wants to open up and suck out a mans marrow. To any man that crosses their path or that they purposely attract to draw them into their wicked ways. Makes me puke to think to hard on it."
               "I didn't ask them for it." She said in a ghost whisper.
               "I suspect that you did not. But a picture is work a thousand words." He said, "The smile on your face for instance, the light in your eyes, a blush to your cheeks pure and utter pleasure with her self, vanity written all over her face under that paint." Suddenly his hand came across so hard it felt like her eye was going to pop. "You belong to NOONE else will ever taste you, touch you, look upon you. Your mine, and mine alone."
               "He placed his hand on her chest and threw her back onto the bed. "You belong to me, Annabelle. Not no one else ever." HE walked closer to where she lay and unbuckle his pants, "Looks like it's time for a lesson, remind you just what you are and who I am." Annabelle sat up a little. "Now get yourself ready, not a stitch left, you hear?"
               She nodded a little before she began to unbutton her blouse Caleb leaned against the dresser, crossing, his arms to watch. Annabelle stood and continued to unclasp her outer garments then letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes were down as she began to unclasped the next piece of clothing let it fall with the others on the ground. Her eyes closed so tight tears were welling in them more and more.
               Annabelle's hands began to remove her undergarments, Caleb added another demand. "Look at me. I want you to look in my eyes, don't turn them away.
               Annabelle took a breath as her body shivered, in shame and humiliation at the spectical she was being made of. The spectical he was forcing from her as the last pieces of material feel to the floor, she quivered her eyes firmly planted on the floor as tears ran down her red face and eyes. Walking over he snapped the scarf she wore on her head tossing it away.
              "As you should be, like even in the garden of Eden. Innocent, pure, no dirty thoughts, no manipulative ambitions. You serve me, well." Removing his collar he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he removed his undershirt as well baring his upper body. Walking over he looked down at Annabelle. She was so ashamed and humiliated beyond all reason.
              Reaching up he clasped her face in his hand turning her face up towards him. "You belong to me Annabelle. I want to hear you say it." He clasped her jaw in his hand, "look at me and say it." He said sternly.
               It took all the courage Annabelle had to must up as she forced her, eyes upward looking at him. Tears streaming down her face, red with tears. "I am your humble servant." Caleb grinned his face so close to her face it was almost touching. She shuttered with fear as her eyes closed, "And I am ready to serve."
               "There's my good woman." He said as his hand moved to wrap around her throat. He licked his tongue across her jaw line, forcing her to lean backwards as his hand tightened around her throat.

To Be Continued . . . . .
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