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0,A Chance Encounter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-chance-encounter.18599/,2020-10-08T04:16:00,siouxsiee,"She shouldn't have been here.
Holding the deep brown, worn wicker basket closer to her chest, Vana cast a weary gaze at her surrounds. She'd entered the woods what had to of been hours ago, when the sun was still shining and the birds were still singing, to collect some mushrooms. It seemed that she lost track of time, however, because darkness had fallen and with it came a dense fog that made it harder to see more than a few feet in front of you. The moon still shone bright somewhere in the sky though, peeking through branches and leaves to slightly illuminate the space around Vana, giving her the slightest bit of comfort that she wasn't in danger just yet. Although, should an issue arise, she would be ill equip to handle it, recently her powers weren't nearly as strong as they usually were. She silently cursed her own carelessness as she continued down the winding path.
""Perhaps I should have waited another day before deciding it was absolutely necessary to gather supplies..."" She mused softly.
Suddenly, she heard a branch snap behind her, and whipped her head around quickly, the ribbon tied in her hair smacking her in the cheek because of the quick movement.""Oh no."""
1,A Chance Encounter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-chance-encounter.18599/,2020-10-08T20:24:00,KingsBounty,"Kaleb felt the change coming. Most times he had control of his changes yet some rare nights he didn't. Thankfully he at least had warning. He'd traveled to the woods to await nightfall then he'd transformed. His fur a dark grey with a silver streak down his back. He was on the hunt. He sniffed the air.
He smelt many things. His usual favorite a moose was close by. But before he started to move he smelt something else. He wasn't starving so he decided the moose could wait. What was it. He began to follow the scent.
""Ah there you are. What are you?"" He mused to himself as he got closer then a twig snapped. He looked around. As another scent hit him. ""Shit."" It was otherworldly whatever it was and he didn't want to stick around to find out. But then he saw her. He couldn't leave her either. He bolted towards her his large long legs moving him at high speeds. He took just her collar in his mouth and kept running just as some sort of magical blast slipped behind him."
2,A Chance Encounter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-chance-encounter.18599/,2020-10-08T20:32:00,siouxsiee,"""Wha--Hey!""
Vana immediately started to struggle in the grip of...wait, what had taken a hold of her exactly? She attempted to crane her neck up to make out some features, but they were running through the woods at too fast of a pace, her basket would've fallen from her hands had she not been holding it so tightly, but a few of the mushrooms definitely fell out. She couldn't even see where they were going! Another magical blast whizzed by them, and that got her attention. Was she being hunted, were they? And if that was the case, why was she suddenly involved?""Hey!""She called again, louder this time to be heard over the sound of branches breaking and non-human feet hitting the ground,""What are you doing!"""
3,A Chance Encounter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-chance-encounter.18599/,2020-10-25T02:29:00,KingsBounty,"He barely dodged the next shot. He has to move fast, and seeing as she was in his mouth he couldn't reply. He took off over the small hill that led to the old village the top exploding behind them. Most people found it creepy, he'd found solace. He sped down the street as dirt and building flew up around them. He barely broke through the church door in time.
He finally felt the presence stop and heard the hiss. He growled but then he broke into a hotel as he began to transform back. Whatever kept it out also blocked his curse as he writhed in the floor. He finally lay still. Breathing heavily, naked on the floor of the church."
4,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-10T00:00:00,TM41,"A pale hand swirled the glass, saffron eyes watching the amber liquid as upbeat classical music sounded through the large ballroom. He lifted the glass to his black lips, downing the liquid as he relished the burn of his throat. A strong hand came down on his shoulder.
""Long day there, mate?"" a gruff voice asked as it's owner slid into the barstool. Shayde licked his lips, lowering the glass. ""Always a long day,"" he said, sighing as his eyes looked ahead, his attention focused on the liquor bottles that decorated the wall. The larger male, Torne, chuckled, looking toward the bartender. A handsome figure, distracted by a blonde succubus. As her red fingernail traced down his face, Torne reached across the bar and beneath, his hand grasping a bottle of beer.
""How many?"" he asked, popping the lid off on the side of the bar before taking a swig. Shayde glanced to the other, spinning on the stool to face him.
""One hundred fifty three thousand, roughly. Why do you ask?"" Shayde narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze to the red haired man. Torne chuckled, his shoulder shrugging as he looked toward the floor of gyrating people. ""I'm just curious as to what my chances are.""
""Fourteen percent."" Shayde stood up, taking the final gulp of his whiskey before setting the glass down. The slim man turned, looking to the single brown door across the hall. A special threshold for all newcomers to pass through, but to never cross again. It was the alternative, for those who weren't ready for the next stages. They were his priority. He never lingered too long on one, he simply couldn't spare the time. After all, why would he want to? They weren't worth more than five minutes, they were just another soul to get lost in his world. His head tipped to the side.
""Have they expanded yet?""
""What?"" Shayde sighed, looking to the other. Torne smiled, ""the door. Or did you do it all alone again?"" Shayde looked back to the wooden frame, ""it should be in effect. The turnout was... Less than normal,"" he said slowly, adjusting the black tie around his neck. Torne looked toward a brunette woman approaching the bar, his gaze lingering on the hatchet embedded in her ribcage. The blood painted her dress, staining the blue fabric.
""What's her story?""
""What? Torne..."" Shayde's hand moved, rubbing at his temple as the stress crawled up the back of his neck. ""I am working. Go talk to her yourself. And get that out of her, I already tried. She was too afraid, the bitch screamed at me and hightailed it into the crowd,"" the man said, locking eyes with the shaken woman. The black mascara had streaked her cheeks, her blue eyes still blurred with tears. Shayde smiled, ""I don't chase, my dear. If you wish for our help, I reccomend you take a seat.""
Torne stood, towering his dark haired friend by two feet. The woman shrunk down in the barstool with a whimper, her chin tilting up at the abnormally large being before her. ""Eighty six percent, Torne."" Shayde winked and stepped away, leaving the two alone.
The twenty five peice band slowed down, his eyes watching as the undead joined hands with another in a slow dance. He looked to the door as he walked the sideline of the ten thousand square foot ballroom floor. He couldn't slack on his job. Not until he had a good reason. After all... He was an administrator of the dead. Who else would welcome the fresh meat?
Name: Shayde
Age: N/A
Height: 5'9
Weight: 184lbs
_________ Requirements: 2+ paragraphs Mxf or mxm, your choice A simple character sheet Have fun"
5,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-10T22:59:00,UnluckyLives,"The last thing she remembered was closing her eyes tight against everything that was going on around her. The lack of air as she struggled against what was holding her down. It had been a horrific nightmare and she didn't want to watch, clawing at the solid frame above her. Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the image was the best option. It must've been a few minutes, but the sensations faded away and she startled back to reality.
Calista's eyes snapped open, staring into the bleak void. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision in hoping that the dark would clear. Was she blind? Had they gone that far? Her sheer terror at what had transpired left a gap in her memory and as soon as she found a way home, she'd have to think hard about how she'd gotten away. Had she even managed that?
Getting to her feet was a struggle, forcing stiff limbs to cooperate. It all felt jarring and she surmised that she was having a nightmare. That would explain how dark it was and why she was in a completely different place than when she'd last looked around. It made sense, why her limbs felt heavy and her head was in a fog, like she was having dream paralysis. It took all the energy she had to will herself to look around the dim area.
There was a door in the distance, a single light and she stumbled toward it blindly. She could barely make out the things around her, the edges of her vision still swarming with that haze she'd seen before closing her eyes mere minutes ago. A shaking hand reached for the handle as she approached the wooden door, her fingertips were a dusky color and there was a deep dark coloring to the tips of her nails, as though there was dirt underneath.
Anyone who saw her would see her pale skin, nearly white, and her blue tinged lips. Grey eyes stared wildly at what was going on around her. If anyone took a glimpse toward her, her neck revealed dark imprints, similar to those that hands would make when wrapped around the skin. It was the sign of her horrible end, the dusky bruising would be found on her corpse, lips blue from lack of oxygen and blood caked under her nails from scratching at her attacker.
Being swathed in the light was welcoming, but the sights around her made her speechless. Every person in the room looked dead either that or they were really good at costume makeup. The room was massive and she glanced behind her back into the dark. There had been no indication that a room this large existed. It was a trick of the mind, just another clear sign that she was dreaming. All she could hope was that she would wake up soon.
Name: Calista
Age: 21 upon the time of her death
Height: 5'3
Weight: 137lbs
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6,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-11T00:39:00,TM41,"He enjoyed his job. To meet thousands of new people was rewarding all in itself. Personally welcoming each and every person was part of the fun. Being dead wasn't so bad. Gone were the priorities of every day life. Money was non existent, and anything could happen in the underworld. There were no laws, no regulations among the forgotten. Of course... Shayde could never compare this to a human life. He looked human, acted human... But he never was. No, he was born here, a spirit crafted from the core of the underworld. He didn't mind however, he only wished he could understand.
The young woman caught his attention. His eyes overlooked the bruising on her neck, sympathy glazed over his expression. Shayde sauntered up slowly, removing his hands from his pockets as he approached the freshly killed. He stopped short, his gaze resting on hers. A life too shortly, stolen by evil. She wasnt meant to be here, but shit happens. He stepped forward, closing the space between them as he leaned down to speak in her ear.
""Don't be afraid, Calista.... It's only death,"" he said in a low voice, his hands enveloping hers to feel the iced flesh. ""It's over,"" he sighed, pulling back to lock eyes with hers as his thumb brushed her wrist. The scent of a human varied, but this one... And as different. The corner of his lips rose in a smirk, ""you look like you could use a drink. Come."" Shayde let go of her hands, turning around as he led her across the room.
""Did you know there are only about thirty five hundred deaths related to suffocation a year?"" he asked. The man smiled as the succubus slinked off, leaving the bartender to his duties. Seeing the newcomer, the bartender was quick to prepare a cocktail and place it before Calista as Shayde sat down on his own stool.
""Please, sit. You may relax."""
7,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-11T01:47:00,UnluckyLives,"Her head jerked in an unusually quick manner as a voice spoke in her ear. Even in the light, the edges of her vision had yet to clear. It took a certain amount of focus to settle her eyes on the figure who had spoken to her. Doleful grey eyes settled on the appearance of man. She could barely focus on what he was saying, not that it made sense.
There was no way Calista was dead, right? No she was having a horrific nightmare, one of those crazy insane realistic ones. Still, the fingers that wrapped around her own felt real. Dead people couldn't feel, right? Plus, if she was dead wouldn't she have been in like hell or something? Or she just wouldn't be conscious at all?
""I'm not afraid,"" she said, voice slightly hoarse. She swallowed, trying to clear it, but when she spoke again, it was the same soft rasp, as though she'd been screaming for too long or her vocal cords had been crushed and weren't functioning properly. She didn't want to follow, just wanted to wake up in her bed at home.
Yet, Calista felt like she had to follow, like this dream spectre had all the answers she needed. So, the dead girl followed him, footsteps barely making any noise. She skirted around the dancers, taking I'm the various sights about them. Even the man who'd spoken to her was strange, his face almost like a living skeleton. His voice was kind and she felt a reassuring rush when she was near him. In her state, reassuring was everything she needed.
He approached what appeared to be a bad and she followed like a weary lost puppy, not knowing what else to do but follow the dreamscape. She'd learned that swallowing felt strange, like she was struggling to do so, just like breathing. Calista wanted it to stop. As she moved herself into a seat, following what felt right. The bartender slid her a drink before she could ask. She reached out to touch, now seeing in the light how pale and blue her fingers looked.
The stranger who approached her was speaking again, a statistic rolling off his tongue as though he knew what had been going on. A harsh realization flitted through her hazy mind. The last thing she could remember was being strangled. A hand raised to touch her throat and she realized that her skin was ice cold. ""You were serious,"" her hand fell down into her lap and she turned her head to look at him. ""I'm dead and so are these people?"""
8,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-11T22:51:00,TM41,"""Technically speaking, yes that's one way to put it."" Shayde gave a nod of thanks as another old fashioned pushed his way, his hand picking it up to lift it to his lips. He took a sip, licking the residue from his lips as he leaned against the bar. ""Humans like you are dead. Some of us... Well, you can't dead if you've never been alive,"" he shrugged his shoulder, glancing to the woman and then looked toward the center of the room.
""There are four hundred sixteen humans in here. You included, of course. The rest are patrons to welcome and mingle with you. Tread carefully around them though."" This wasn't Hell. This wasn't Heaven. There was good and bad, regardless. Hell, even Shayde was bad deep down.
The man cleared his throat, looking to Calista. Prying was something he never did, and he wasn't about to start. Strangulation was evident, but her story intrigued him. She would speak when she was ready. ""Death isn't how humans perceive it. I'm sure you have questions?"" he asked, turning on his stool to fully face the woman. ""Probably the usual. You're in the afterlife. Chances of leaving here are low, many prefer to stay. Your pain will fade with time, until it fully disappears. Hunger and thirst are gone, but flavor is still an aspect. Food and drink is provided at every turn. You will never be tired. Your life you lived... It's over. There is no going back. Not from suffocation, at least not this long in. The human body can only withstand minutes of no oxygen. CPR will not revive you now."""
9,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-14T16:53:00,UnluckyLives,"Was she supposed to be sad? Finding out that she was dead? Part of it almost seemed like relief, a release from the mundane aspects of her life she'd been trying to escape for years. A series of poor choices and actions had gotten her here and it was probably for the best. She felt strangely absent of emotion, even though there were people clearly experiencing them. One woman was sobbing hysterically, a large red gaping wound in her side. Calista wasn't sure what marks she bore, perhaps bruises, the clear signs of strangulation that had made it so apparent to this stranger. He was explaining things now and she was barely listening.
""I wouldn't want it to,"" she mused softly, glancing around the room. Her fingers traced the edge of the glass, a sweet substance inside that she'd only tasted a few times in her short adulthood. Probably wine or a mixed cocktail. The idea of being revived into the hell she'd been living was more than a nightmare in itself. If she thought about it hard enough, she could piece together exactly what had happened, but it caused a sharp ache in her head to do so. ""I'm likely better off here than I was in the living world.""
The statement sounded morbid to her own ears, but it was likely the truth. Calista hadn't been suicidal in life, but certain circumstances had left her depressed and anxious more often than not. ""There is no pain."" she said to the man, turning her grey gaze back to him. He sat tall beside her and she was sure that he was one of those that had never been living. He bore no clear marks of death and the features were that of another world unlike her own. Her curiosity lie not in her own death or the place around her, but merely in the man in front of her. ""Who are you?"""
10,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-17T19:15:00,TM41,"Shayde nodded his head, looking down into his glass as he swirled the amber liquid. A slow breath passed his lips as he heard her. ""Most of you are. That world you came from, it's hell. Granted I've never been, though the stories I've heard make it sound as such."" He looked to the woman, his eyes lingering on the bruised marks. Whatever past she lived, it was evident it wasn't peaceful. Not when another human purposely ended her life.
""I didnt think so,"" he replied, lifting the glass to finish his drink. He swallowed it down and set the glass aside, holding off from another. The last thing he needed was to lose his head. Sure his day was nearly over, but getting drunk wasn't on his to do list. The question caused a faint smile to curve on his lips. ""My name is Shayde. To put it simply, I'm the boss around here. At least in this sector. Outside of those limits however, I'm just another face on the streets."" He shrugged his shoulder, ""I'm here to help you until we get you settled in, and then you will be on your own. I know everything about this place, I was born here.""
Shayed held his stare on the young woman, ""you're different, you know. Usually there are tears or even anger as a person learns of their death. To know the people they made connections with won't be seen again for years to come."" He shook his head, ""you're empty. Why?"""
11,A Dance with The Dead,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-dance-with-the-dead.25719/,2022-08-29T17:05:00,UnluckyLives,"Calista knew his eyes lingered on her neck and she could only wonder what marks lie there. The dusky coloring of her fingertips and dark tips of her nails seemed permanent. There was nothing caked under her nails and no amount of pressure caused her fingertips to flush. If she'd really been strangled, there was no doubt that her neck was a sight to see. She let out a breath and laughed at his explanation of her world. It had been a true horror in the living real, hopefully the afterlife would be better.
The dark-haired girl paid attention to his words, listening as Shayde explained about himself. Calista nodded in response, taking in what he had to say. Shayde wasn't like the others. He seemed to fit flawlessly into the landscape about them and it only made sense that he had been born in the realm. It was like when you found the perfect puzzle piece. Shayde just seemed to fit. He had an almost comforting presence about him and it set Calista at ease. She thought to ask about the other sectors, but it seemed like a question for another time, after all, she'd only just arrived at this one and had little idea what it was about.
His words brought her up short and she could only stare at him for a moment. Her eyes drifted to the glass in her hand eventually. She was empty? She didn't feel empty, just light. Sure, she wasn't crying like some of the dead around her and she certainly wasn't angry. ""I can't be the only one to come like this,"" she said, wondering how many people like her had crossed through. Really, death was a type of release for her. She no longer was weighed down by the troubles and fears that had plagued her in life. Like he'd said, the living world had been worse than hell. ""Is it so bad that I am?"""
12,A Moonlit Walk,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-moonlit-walk.19990/,2022-08-05T08:15:00,Austin Valenti,"Genres: Fiction, Fantasy, Optional Thriller, Optional Romance, Myth, Action, Adventure, Mystery, Supernatural, Optional NSFW
For the most part it had been a normal day for you, you had been walking towards a nearby town to get more supplies as you had just got done with one of your contracts that had led you three towns out from the Central. The Central had been a main city that had housed a large population with shops and guilds. The Central was very convenient to the people as it provided many jobs and had been supplied with plenty of trade making it a hotspot for all kinds of people. All kinds of races had been welcome to The Central, most welcomed by the residents besides some from more monstrous races, but that wasn’t your concern because if anything were to get out of hand the guild you had been part of would take care of it. You had been a member of the Monster Hunting Guild, a guild centered on contracts whenever monsters of all kinds had gotten out of hand and started to bother the people of the land. You had just gotten done with a quest to exterminate a goblin den which had not been as easy as it had sounded as most new adventurers and members of the hunter guild had thought that it had been. Most new adventures and hunter’s believed that goblins had been easy prey, and they had been right when it was just strays outside of their den, but most of the time they had been inside of their den. When inside of dens, which had been made from a small cave system, smaller weapons and lighter armor were favored. Enclosed areas like a goblin den would make larger weapons bounce off of the stone and leave someone open for a goblin attack.
you had been walking toward one of the closest towns that you had passed along her way towards the goblin nest, following the dirt path back that had taken them towards their destination, with the smell of burning foul flesh coming from behind her as a small smoke pillar could be seen coming from somewhere deep in the forest near that small town as she began walking past the poorly made wooden gates with guards in just common clothes. You had been holding bent, chipped, and even dull while you had been carrying a well crafted and fairly unkempt weapon of your choice. The guards that had been standing there gave you a nod as they had seen you come through and explain yourself as to why someone with weapons and such had been coming though their town. Most of the people in this town had been lacking in intelligence as they had not been close enough to a school to get much teachings beside what some passersby had taught them and their parents. That had been how most small towns more on the edge of countries or cities since they had less traffic moving through them to make them more profitable from the traders and travelers heading towards the city.You had made your way to the small run down tavern that somewhat got by as merchants came through and bought what they had needed from the place of business and sometimes even some of the townsfolk.
you walked into the splintered wooden door as the hinges creaked open from the years of rust, the tavern keep seeming young to be the owner as he stood at the bar cleaning the wooden mugs that had looked to be made with the best woodwork that you had seen in this building. He looked over to you and waited for you to approach him and speak before he assumed that you had wanted anything. He had been a fairly tall young man with mid-length black hair and green eyes that had almost been as bright as spring grass. His body build being slim but toned from how he had worked at the tavern. ----------------------------------------------- Rules: 20+ lines
send a character ref, character weapon, and a little bit of info
you can play more then one character if you like but ill be playing most of the characters and setting
nothing overpowered off the get go, were just starting out
your not a newbie to the guild but your not a veteran so there's still plenty to fight and learn
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13,A Single Golden Leaf,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-single-golden-leaf.25722/,2022-09-16T18:37:00,Austin Valenti,"Themes: Romance, Adventure, Fantasy, Greek Gods/Mythology Optional: Slight horror, dark themes
A single golden leaf had fallen past your vision as you found yourself now standing on grass, the opposite from the desk and chair you had been at a moment ago. The soft green blades of grass bending under your shoes as you stood underneath the same golden tree’s you would dream of often, the same area obsessing your dream every so often. The leaves of the trees above your head had not just been a golden yellow hue but in fact actually golden, the shine of sunlight bouncing off them as they swayed in the wind causing a few more leaves to fall to the ground, the sign of fall approaching as you began to walk through the trees. The bark of the trees looked a bit odd but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it, soon seeing a clearing before you before hearing a boy say “Why are you heading into the woods Eric?”
A loud slam brought you back into the waking world as your teacher dropped a textbook onto your table, the man not having a harsh look on his face but one of slight disappointment and disapproval as he picked his textbook back up into the crook of his arm, beginning to walk back up to the front of the classroom.** “Y/N, I’m not sure what you do after school but I advise a little more self care and rest. Sleeping on lessons is never good or a learning mind” **A few others in the room snickered a bit but quieted down soon after the teacher had yelled at them to stop and take notes, taking attention back off of you. Looking down at your desk to your notebook you had found one of the golden leaves from your dreams, different from every other time. Looking about the room for some sort of clue as to who could have done such a thing leads you to no discovery but just suspecting the person you sat beside and the teachers.
Using the leaf as a bookmark as a bookmark you close your notes with it between the pages of your notebook, soon hearing the bell ring dismissing everyone from the classroom as they stuffed their bags and picked up their stacks of belongings, soon finding their way out of the classroom. Clearing his voice the teacher had spoke to you, calling you by name before you had left the room. “Y/N, could you stay a bit. I’ll try not to keep you too long but I think I need to discuss something with you” He said as he sat on top of his desk, looking at you as he waited for you to come closer and talk with him, his jeans and blue polo shirt slightly ruffled from moving in them throughout the day
—----- Decide what god you are the Daughter or Son of, any are on the table Line limit can be discussed later"
14,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2022-10-07T16:49:00,TuckMaple,"Your college classmates had two reactions to the life you built for yourself: envy and disgust. You met Pete shortly after graduation at a wine mixer for young professionals. In his late 20’s, he was already a Wall Street hot shot, with a seven-figure salary and a fashionable TriBeca loft. Within six months you were engaged. A year after that, you were married. Your friends dutifully attended the wedding in Cape Cod and donned the ugly, pink bridesmaids dresses you had chosen for them, but the entire time they were whispering behind your back. They couldn’t believe a girl as sharp and savvy and you had fallen into a life of utter materialism. Less than a year into your marriage, your hard earned degree had been put on the back burner. You spent your days tidying the condo, fixing Pete dinner, getting lattes with the other Manhattan wives, and having bouts with your personal trainer. You knew what all your old friends said about you but still refused to give them the satisfaction of admitting the truth: you were bored our of your skull and racked with regret.
Pete wasn’t the problem. At least, not completely. You loved him and he loved you. Your sex life though left something to be desired. Most of the time, he was too exhausted from working twelve hour days to fuck. Sex only happened on the weekends, and when it did, it was a slow, uneven, missionary act that ended as soon as he shot his load. No oral. No variety. No kink. Pete wasn’t oblivious to this. He could see the bored, unsatisfied look in your eyes every time he rolled off of you. It ate at him. He knew this wasn’t the life you signed up for and he would doanythingto make it better.
“Babe, can you come here in for a minute?” Those were the words he said, sitting at the dining room table, on the day everything changed. His shoulders were tense as he nervously drummed his fingers on a large white envelope. He said he knew you were unhappy. He knew you needed more. He booked you a flight to Montana to spend the weekend with me.
“I don’t care what happens,” he said, “I just don’t want to know about it.”
By the time you met Pete I had already split town but his friends still talked about me like I was some sort of legend. I graduated with them from Harvard business and was considered one of the most promising recruits at Goldman Sachs. I was a fixture at all of the elite cocktail lounges and tennis clubs. Then, without warning, I got up from my desk one day, left Wall Street, and never looked back. I deleted my social media accounts. I sold my penthouse apartment and bought a ranch in rural Montana. Some folks admired my disappearing act, others said that I had gone completely insane.
I met you only once, on your wedding day. While Pete was busy dancing with his frat brothers to theCha Cha Slide, you and I struck up conversation. I told you about my cowboy lifestyle. You told me about your artistic ambitions. There was a spark between us that was undeniable. A few weeks later, you confessed to Pete that you had a little crush on me. He never forgot it. Across the country on my big lonesome ranch, I thought about you on a nearly nightly basis.
When Pete called one evening near midnight and explained his predicament… your boredom, your unhappiness, your need to get properly fucked… it’s safe to say I was taken aback. Normally, I would never entertain the offer of another man’s wife. I long ago dipped my toes into the swinger lifestyle and decided it wasn’t for me. But this wasyouand for some reason I couldn’t say no.
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A car was waiting for you at the Bozeman airport on the day you landed. The gray skies overhead were laden with the threat of snow. It was a two hour drive from there to my sprawling white estate, which slept on acres of land, miles from any supermarket or post office. As the car pulled up the expanse of my driveway, I stepped onto the porch. From behind the tinted glass, you saw me before I saw you. I was wearing a maroon colored pocket T, a pair of Levi’s, a white cowboy hat. My arms were muscled and sun tanned from working in the fields, tattoos dotted along the length of them. I descended the steps and opened the back door to help you out of the car.
“Hey stranger,” I crooned.
[Thanks for reading. If you’re into this scene please let me know your character’s name, what you look like, and what you’re wearing when you arrive. Feel free to either continue the scene from where I left off or ask any questions you might have.
My character’s name is Thatcher. He’s 30 years old; 6’2, thin lean build, short but messy dark hair with some premature grays peppered in. Despite my thin physique, I’m fit and toned thanks to my lifestyle.
Feel free to respond whenever you read this. Looking forward to exploring this with you!]"
15,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-04T18:54:00,Angel of Mercy,"
Tanya still couldn't believe she was doing this, in fact at first, she'd refused. Her life was mostly happy, but she often felt like something was missing. Pete was a good man, always had been. He was caring and he made certain she was never wanting for anything materialistic. But she often felt like she needed more. There was very little emotional connection between them. And the sex... It was lackluster, to be sure. Pete had never made her cum, though he tried... He certainly deserved an A for the effort.
Her dreams at night were filled with other men and she often woke up flush with desire. She never would have acted upon these needs and urges, until now... Until her loving husband book her a flight to Montana to spend the weekend with another man.
She didn't even remember how Pete knew Thatcher, and she'd only met the man once at their wedding. But he was an incredible specimen, and, on many nights, her sweet dreams involved... But she had refused but only after Pate had made it clear it was all taken care of did she finally relent and agree. Part of her figured she'd go, sleep-in and enjoy the gorgeous Montana countryside and not act on her desires... Part of her knew that would be impossible around Thatcher.
The car had picked her up at the airport and driven her the two-hour ride to what looked like the middle of nowhere. Still, the scenery was strikingly different from what she was used to in the city. But thew ride finally ended as the driver took her down a long driveway to a lovely and large farmhouse. Then she saw him, Thatcher standing on the deck until the car stopped and he walked over to the car...
Play it cool... She reminded herself as she took a deep breath and she watched him approach and open the car door... ""Hey Thatcher"" she said with a sweet smile as she stepped out of the vehicle. How was she to greet the man selected by her husband to fuck her...? She stepped close and she kissed his cheek before she stepped back, her cheeks already tinged with red...
""What a beautiful home"" she then said, trying to break the ice and not seem like an idiot in the process. She had also struggled with what to wear, so in the end she dressed sexy and comfortable all at once, opting for a pair of her favorite blue jeans, a yellow turtleneck and a black leather jacket. On her feet she wore some high heeled ankle boots. She stood at about 5'6"" in height, so she found herself looking up a bit when she stood close to her host..."
16,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-04T20:05:00,TuckMaple,"A little sign at the foot of Thatcher's property welcomed visitors toDown Yonder Ranch. But outside of the various contractors and day laborers who he hired to help him fix up the place, he'd had remarkably few visitors. Thatcher bought the house sight unseen, one of several facts that made Pete (and everyone else at Goldman Sachs) wonder if he'd gone ""crazy."" But Thatcher only ever questioned his sanity once – on the day he arrived. The house was huge but dilapidated. Walls were crumbling, floorboards were rotting, and there were more than a few holes in the roof to let the rain in. He'd spent the last year chopping wood, and hauling drywall, and laying tile. And it showed. He'd always been lean and fit, but he was distinctly more muscled than the last time Tanya laid eyes on him.
Like most men, Thatcher had an appreciation for formal wear; tight cocktail dresses, form fitting gowns, lace... but he was firmly of the opinion that most women looked best in jeans and a t-shirt. As he helped Tanya out of the car and got a look at her attire, he couldn't stop himself from biting his bottom lip. The last time he'd seen her she was wearing a white dress that cost thousands — maybe even hundreds of thousands of dollars. But he much preferred her likethis. Her jeans, her sweater... all of it hinted at a body that he suspected would fit perfectly against his... like a lost puzzle piece. His memory of her was so dominated by the chemistry they shared, he'd nearly forgotten how physically enticing she was as well.
Her casual kiss on his cheek sent a little chill down his spine, triggering a confident smirk on his lips. ""I hoped you packed more than just heels,"" he said, casting his blue eyes down to her choice of footwear. He punctuated this remark by hooking a finger into one of her belt loops and giving it a fleeting little tug; an simultaneously teasing but intimate gesture.
Snowflakes were starting to swirl down from the grey sky above. He pulled your luggage from the trunk of the car and handed the driver a $100 bill, advising him to be careful on the ride back to the airport. He accepted this advice with a terse nod and drove, leaving Tanya and Thatcher alone together for the very first time.
""I'm eager to show you the house,"" he said, leading up the steps of the low flung porch and through the double doors. As he slung his hat on the coatrack, she laid her eyes on the sprawling living room. It had a modern-lodge vibe; built in bookcases stacked with books, a stone fireplace where orange flames were burning, modern but cozy furniture, much of which he built by hand in the nearby barn."
17,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-04T20:23:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tanya was pleased to see he was just as gorgeous as the last time she'd seen him, if even a little bit more muscled. It would have been awkward to show up and have him be out of shape and far from what she'd remembered. By the way she smiled sweetly at him, she clearly wasn't disappointed. ""These are my casual shoes..."" She admitted with a teasing grin before she shook her head... ""But I did bring something a bit more practical, yes"" she admitted.
The way his hand moved to tug at her belt loop made her blush and grin a bit more widely. The man was assertive, a quality she absolutely loved, it paired perfectly with the confidence that he exuded, as if he knew what he liked and he usually just took it, and the rest of the world adjusted accordingly. She could see the snowflakes falling, and while she'd seen snow plenty of times before, out here in the middle of nowhere it had a bit of romantic feel to it.
When Thatcher moved to the trunk, she followed and she grabbed her purse in one hand and her carry-on bag in the other, letting the bring strong man grab the large suitcase. Then they were alone and she was feeling a bit more nervous, which coupled with a particular sense of excitement. When he looked at her and suggested he was eager to show her the house she nodded... ""Well, I'm eager to see it, lead on cowboy"" she said with a playful grin, trying her best to relax.
""I got to say, for a city girl... I'm kind of blown away by all this, it's overwhelming... It's like something out a Country Living Magazine..."" she said as she followed him through the space, taking everything in, including his firm looking butt."
18,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-04T21:04:00,TuckMaple,"She'd been on the ranch for less than five minutes, they'd exchanged remarkably few words, but when she mewed out the sentencelead on cowboy he was reminded of the spark he first felt when he was sitting at a little table with her surrounded by wedding guests. Thatcher's sexual résumé was decidedly not short. It was rife with ex-girlfriends, and Tinder hookups, and even the occasional stranger. In New York, Tanya had no doubt heard stories about the women who fell into his bed, his sexual prowess, and the trail of broken hearts he left in his wake. A few of her friends likely had firsthand accounts. But Thatcher would be the first to tell you that even the most skilled and vigorous of lovers can only have so much fun in bed without that elusive thing calledchemistry. It always felt like a cruel twist of fate that the brightest spark of chemistry he ever felt was with a woman who, literally hours earlier, had exchanged vows with one of his closest friends.
But now he had a second chance.
""Well I wanted to build a true refuge,"" he explained, leading her through the expanse of the living room, ""while also staying true to the spirt of the place."" In lieu of small talk, he told her about the house; how it had once been a hunting lodge, how he rescued it from years of neglect, how he'd built the furniture and filled long hours reading the books that lined the walls. Of course, it wasn't without its amenities. Above the roaring fire place was a flat screen TV — explaining the eyesore of a satellite dish on the roof.
""Can I get you a glass of water?"" he asked before flashing her a devilish smirk, ""or some wine?"" They passed into the kitchen, which was no doubt the crown jewel of the house. It had quartz countertops, navy blue cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and large windows looking out on the rolling hills beyond his house... which were quickly being blanketed in the ever-thickening snow. As he led the way, he looked repeatedly back at her... especially at her legs and hips wrapped in their denim."
19,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-05T02:59:00,Angel of Mercy,"It was very difficult to explain, but there was a comfort level between the two of them, that made her feel a little guilty. She'd never felt this way around Pete. Despite the stories about all those women he'd been with, she was feeling good about being here. This was her husband's idea after all, why shouldn't she make the most of it... Maybe he was right, maybe it would bring them closer together.
The only real question about Thatcher was why having just passed thirty, he was still unmarried, and without a girlfriend. Some girls she knew suggested he was too childish to commit, while others simply called him a player.
She was very attentive as he spoke, her heels making a distinct click on the gorgeous wood floors as he led her from room to room. ""You've done incredible work, this place is amazing..."" she admitted. As they moved jnto the kitchen she grinned at the drink... ""I would love a glass of wine"" she admitted. Her eyes took in the kitchen, and it was truly incredible... It had everything a gourmet kitchen should have...
""Wow, looks like I got here just in time, it's really starting to come down..."" She said turning to look at him, and seeing the way his eyes were checking her out... ""Do you cook?"" She asked him curiously."
20,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-05T16:57:00,TuckMaple,"Of the many hobbies he gave up when he abandoned city life, wine connoisseurship was not one of them. She had no way of knowing — but beneath her feet was a whole wine cellar where bottles with French, and Italian, and Californian labels were being aged to perfection. But that revelation could wait for later in the tour. By the sink was a bottle of red that thad already been opened but barely emptied. As he fetched glasses and began a generous pour into each one, he motioned to the shelf of cook books by the refrigerator.
""I had to learn,"" he answered her question, ""I can cook a mean trout but I'm still far from a master chef."" He handed her a glass. Even though he fancied himself a progressive — both politically and socially — he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the idea of having a woman on the ranch to cook for him. He'd had a few female visitors in the last year; a redheaded waitress from a local diner, a sexy reporter from the small town newspaper, the college-aged daughter of his closest neighbors (who were still several miles away). But they only ever stayed long enough to make him cum and scramble some eggs before going back to their lives.
He clinked the rim of her wine glass against his and almost immediately resumed the tour, taking her back to the living room and up the grand staircase, the railing of which was clearly carved from an actual tree trunk. He explained how the last staircase was a death trap and he owned the property for a month before ever being able to safely go up to the second level. You wouldn't know it now. The hall way was wide and lit by skylights that were quickly being blanketed with snow.
""If this storm keeps up,"" he said, ""you may have to stay a few extra days.""
He showed her each of the guest rooms, each with their own color scheme and layout, but still not deviating from the overall aesthetic he curated for the house. They inched closer and closer to the double doors at the end of the hall which clearly led to the master bedroom.His bedroom.
It was large, with a bold colored, southwestern style carpet on the floor. Above his bed, an Alex Katz painting that no doubt cost a small fortune gave the room an unexpected urban flare. His bed was immaculately made and looked distinctly like a stage in need of dancers. ""And this is where I sleep,"" he announced, putting his hands on her hips as she took it in."
21,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-05T18:04:00,Angel of Mercy,"She moved close to where he was pouring the wine and she smiled as she continued to explore every crook and nanny with her eyes. She took the offered glass and she nodded to the shelf with the many cookbooks. She took a sip and she smiled at the taste; she could tell it was a quality wine just by smelling it, tasting it only confirmed it.
She smiled as she looked back at him, and their glasses met before she took another sip. Then she cradled the glass nervously with both hands. The nervousness came and went every few minutes. But her smile remained confident and genuine. After all, her husband put her in this position, so she was damn well going to take advantage of it... She grinned at the thought as she moved her hand over the soft quartz.
She nodded when he gestured it was time to keep going on the tour, and she eagerly followed close, close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body. Maybe it was imagining that last part, but it remained a nice feeling. Up he stairs they went and she continued to listen as he spoke of the stairs and the structural integrity of them when he'd first arrived. She was picturing him shirtless as he worked away, fixing every bot of the house.
When he suggested the storm might keep her put a bit longer than plan she grinned and she shrugged... ""That wouldn't be so bad... It's so quiet and peaceful here compared to the city"" she admitted ad she took another sip from her glass. She continued to follow him from one room to the next until they reached a gorgeous set of double doors. She followed him inside the large room and her eyes seemed to widened at it all. She steppe don't he soft carpet, glad her boots were clean and dry then she paused by the bed, her head looking up at the painting...
""Only sleep?"" She asked with a mischievous grin just as she felt his hands on her hips... She instinctively leaned into him and his hands, as a gentle sigh escaped her pink lips."
22,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-05T19:29:00,TuckMaple,"There were no thoughts in Thatcher's brain as he floated up behind her, his hands reaching for her hips. But he was aware of the anxious pounding of his heart. I was as though he were a nervous teenager placing his hands on a female body for the very first time. No other woman had ever aroused such angst in him. He wondered if he should stop, slow his roll, discuss whatshe was doing here andwhyshe was standing in his bedroom. But her teasing little question — Only sleep? — confirmed that she already knew the answer. When she leaned back into his palms, her back pressing to his muscled chest, he knew he made the right decision. Standing this close, she could no doubt smell the pine-scented body wash and menthol after shave still lingering from the shower he took moments before she arrived.
""Among other things,"" he crooned, directly into her ear, some overlooked stubble scratching fleetingly against her skin. The tatted fingers of his left hand lifted up to brush her blonde hair back over her shoulder, providing him access to her neck. He planted one, two firm kisses there. His fingers then found her jaw, turning her mouth towards his. He kissed her for the very first time, over her shoulder, standing behind her. The wind in the snow howled beyond the windows.
He first felt the urge to kiss her on her wedding day. But at the exact moment he was about to do it, Pete swept in. ""Trying to steal my girl?"" he laughed as he slapped Thatcher jovially on the shoulder. He told Tanya the DJ was ready for their first dance and took her way. In Thatcher's heartbreak and desperation, he immediately cast a wolflike gaze on the prettiest bridesmaid. A few hours later, she was on all fours on his hotel bed with her lace panties shoved in her mouth. But as he railed her, only thoughts of Tanya were flashing through his skull. He hated that Pete was somewhere in that same hotel likely peeling off Tanya's wedding dress.
All of it explained the hunger with which Thatcher kissed her now.
As one hand held her face, his tongue pushed forward to probe hers. It was sloppy and passionate. The other hand on her hip, circled to the inside of her thigh, squeezing it through the denim of the jeans, pulling her lithe frame even tighter to his."
23,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-05T20:22:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tanya found herself holding her wine glass in both hands to keep from spilling. His strong, firm body behind her made her shiver, but not from any cold... From arousal. She felt his lips near her ear, his warm breath caressing the skin of her sensitive neck and the brush of her fingers as he moved her hair... She tilted her head to the side, granting him even more access and her eyes closed. She sighed at the feel of his lips... She felt herself getting weak in the knees...
She felt him turn her head back and her eyes opened again and then they shared their first kiss, a kiss that left her breathless. She found herself leaning back even more now, for support and balance as much as for warmth or heat. She remembered her wedding night, how for a very brief moment she and Thatcher had almost kissed, only to have Pete pull her away for their first dance. For a brief, and perhaps perverse moment she wished she had that wedding dress with her, so she could wear it for him... But she quickly pushed such thoughts out of her mind.
The way he kissed her was different from any kiss Pete ever gave her. It held a hunger and desire, it was lustful and possessive, all qualities Pete had never exhibited, but deep down she had craved. Her lips had parted and she received his tongue, her lips even closing around it and suckled softly before she pressed her tongue to his. She felt his hand slide down to her inner thigh and her legs seemed to part a bit more, and her hips rolled forward...
He felt the pull of his hand. She risked moving one hand from the wine glass over her head to run through his hair. It felt like her body was on fire in that moment, and a long, deep moan escaped her lips..."
24,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T16:09:00,TuckMaple,"Thatcher had already set his wine glass atop the dresser, but in his haste to get his hands on Tanya, had forgotten that she was still clutching her's. The feeling of her fingers in his short but disheveled hair was so heavenly that he didn't want it to be the least bit obstructed. Without breaking their tongue laden kiss, the hand holding her face plucked the wine stem from her fingers, a few burgundy drops sloshing free and splattering on the hardwood floor below. He set it on the trunk at the foot of the bed, the front of which her knees were nearly pushing against.
The sensation of her moaning into his kiss, sent reverberations rocketing down his spine and straight to his cock which was already stiffening inside of his jeans. She could likely feel the bulge pushing against her from behind. Thatcher always liked kissing but couldn't remember the last time he kissedlike this. It was though they were two horny teenagers trying to swallow each other's faces after being separated for a single class period.
On the night before the wedding, he had met up with Pete and some of his groomsmen at a Manhattan sports bar. After several rounds of beers and shots, Pete started waxing poetic about some of Tanya's sexual proclivities; including her appreciation for cute underwear and lingerie. He couldn't have had any clue how this pushed Thatcher's buttons, who always had an acute weakness for stylish undergarments. The next day, he wondered what lingerie she might be sporting under her wedding gown. Today, when she first stepped out of the car, he wondered the same exact thing. Now, he intended to find out.
Lungs desperate for air, their lipssmacked apart. He couldn't help but chuckle at the inherent comedy that landed them here. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist, keeping her back pressed firmly to her chest. ""I'm glad you're here,"" he crooned, as the fingers of his other hand found the button of her jeans. In almost matter-of-fact fashioned, he unfastened it and pulled her zipper down before starting to yank her jeans down around her thighs. The snowfall beyond the window was quickly approaching blizzard conditions."
25,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T16:30:00,Angel of Mercy,"The kissing continued, and it held more passion than any she'd ever shared with her husband. She felt the glass in her hand move and she almost panicked thinking it had slipped but she grinned in the kiss when she realized he held it and he set it down... She was quite thankful for that, lest she make a mess on the floors and kill the mood... That now free hand moved down in the opposite direction of the one in his hair and she felt the side of his denim clad thigh...
She moaned again, feeling the way he held her. It was a possessive act and she felt herself leaning into him even more, her body pressed tightly, so much that she could feel his arousal at her lower back and at the top of her ass... Perhaps in a teasing way, or perhaps subconsciously her body moved slowly up and down in a barely noticeable manger, pressing and grinding against him.
She felt that strong arm snake its way around her abdomen, keeping her pulled tightly against him so wonderfully. This, she knew was how a man and woman were meant to be together... It was passionate, intense and wild. His words made her smile as she looked up at his eyes... ""I'm really glad I came..."" she replied to his words, just as she felt a hand undo the button on her jeans. It was followed by the pull of the zipper in a downwards motion. Then the jeans were tugged down, and she offered no resistance...
Her panties were a deep red, like the colour of passion, and made of lace, a simple G-sting and they were already a bit damp at the front. She moaned as she moved her lower hand a bit further back, her hand trying to squeeze between hem so she could feel his denim-clad arousal..."
26,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T17:04:00,TuckMaple,"Thatcher had an overactive imagination. It's part of what made him so successful in the financial world. While most of his colleagues strictly had a head for numbers, he had the ability to dream and extrapolate and identify exactly which penny stocks would someday net him a fortunate. This tendency towards fantasizing had been in full-effect since Tanya arrived and he found himself painfully curious about her choice of underwear. He imagined white lace, black satin, even simple gray Calvin Kleins. The revelation of the red g-string was a surprise that triggered his brows to rise up and his eyes to illuminate like a kid surveying his spoils beneath a Christmas tree. This gave way to fantasies of her giving him little surprises every single day.
""Fuck,"" he said affirmatively, clearly approving of both her fashion choice and the way her hand greedily reached for his bulge. He let her cup it just. long enough, their bodies pinned together, for her to recognize that all eight inches of him was rigid inside his Levi's. Then he took her hands off her and took a step back. As he did, he pulled her leather jacket from her shoulders until gravity took it to the floor. She was still in her sweater and boots. Her jeans were still only around her thighs. But he couldn't wait a second longer for the view he was most eager to see.
One hand went to her left calf, the other to the middle of her back. He simultaneously pushed her forward and lifted her foot up, giving her choice but to go onto her hands and knees. Her knees on the trunk, her hands on the bed. He had travelled the world and seen some of the finest works of art. He'd admired the Mona Lisa and gazed upon the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. But none of it compared to Tanya's tight body on all fours, the red lace of her underwear stretched tautly over her holes.
Thatcher dropped to his knees with athud his face level with her rear. His left hand rose up in the air and thundered down on her left ass cheek with a resoundingSMACK. His tatted fingers grabbed ahold as they made contact. It took all the will he could muster to keep from drooling.
""I was going to make us dinner,"" he growled, ""but now I'm thinking I'll just eat you instead."" He snickered at the lameness of his own joke. ""The question is which part of you will I devour first?"" He squeezed her buttcheek tighter."
27,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T18:05:00,Angel of Mercy,"Her eyes opened when her fingers found hid rigid staff, and she could tell he was big, much bigger than Pete by a significant margin. She moaned as she started to rub it affectionately, so many fantasies of her own were running through her mind. Pete was very vanilla; he'd never been a fan of things like oral; on the other hand Tanya had always been sexually curious and adventurous.
Then he pulled her hand away and she whimpered in slight disappointment as she felt him step back... Her head turned to look at him over her shoulder as his hands pulled on the jacket and she simply let it go... She loved how confident and assertive he was. He knew what he wanted and he just took it, or did it. As she prepared to turn to face him he was behind her again and he manoeuvred her however he felt was best...
And she followed through with his wishes, moving to her knees on the trunk and her hands on the bed... She felt vulnerable on the one hand, and exactly where she'd hoped to be on the other. She lowered her head and she took a deep breath as she knew he was looking right at her rear, and the slight bit of red lace that covered her private places.
When he slapped her cheek she gasped, then instinctively she pressed her ass back as if demanding another. Her pussy seemed to get wetter the instant his hand made contact. She groaned in great need as she looked back at him over her shoulder, catching his eyes just as he spoke. She grinned in amusement at his words... She loved how his hands grabbed and squeezed anything and everything like he owned it... ""Please... Thatcher... Don't tease me..."" She muttered as her hips swayed a little bit from side to side..."
28,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T18:22:00,TuckMaple,"The lowering of Tanya's head triggered his upper teeth to sink longingly into his bottom lip. Face down, ass up was his favorite position and the fact that she obediently assumed it without direction or force further stirred his hunch that they were cosmically destined to be together... or at least fuck. The way she beckoned him not to tease her — while her own hips assumed a teasing, rhythmic sway — made him smirk and exhale sharply; a kind of shallow, almost-mocking half laugh. His left hand continued to grip her butt cheek as his right hand reached for her taint. He hooked an index finger into the red lace gusset of her thong and pulled it deftly to the side, exposing her holes to the winter chill of his bedroom. Something about her still being mostly clothed but exposed was sexier than if she were just totally naked.
His right hand, following the earlier motions of the left, rose up and thundered down on her right ass cheek.SMACK and grab. He spread her bubbly globes (no doubt the product of daily pilates classes) apart. He could see how wet she was and he felt a surge of pride at having inspired such arousal. He looked away from her nakedness just long enough to lock eyes with her and then move his gaze to the diamond wedding band glinting on her hand, which was currently clutching at his bedspread. He then refocused on his target.
He took a loud, sharp breath in. When he exhaled, he sent a gooey glob of spit hurtling forward. It hit — bullseye — directly onto her butthole before starting to drip down. He paused for all of a second before diving the fuck in. His face lunged forward. His mouth went straight to her butthole. He started to kiss and suck and lap at it as though it were an oasis and he just stumbled starving out of the Sahara."
29,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-06T18:52:00,Angel of Mercy,"She knew what she must look like... It was lewd and slutty and it excited her. It was a part of her she'd always longed to be for the right man. She also wanted to look good and enticing for him, but they had all weekend for her to model the latest in lingerie wear... She was still clothed fully from the waist up, and her jeans were bunched at her knees... And now as he pulled the strong of her panties aside, her completely shaved smooth pussy was exposed... She held her breath, knowing she must be dripping... Her head looked down again, her hair spilling round her face as she held her breath and she waited...
She yelped out loud and she gasped when he spanked her ass again and her toes curled inside her boots. She looked back again after that slap and she locked eyes with him. She saw that desire and lust in his eyes that made her feel sexy, and beautiful and special... Her husband had never given her that look. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to dive in... She flinched a bit when she spit hit her perfectly on the puckered hole and she moaned...
She was surprised when he went for her ass hole rather than her pussy. Pete would never even go close to that hole with his finger, let alone his mouth. She groaned and mewled like a bitch in heat as he worked her. It was an incredible feeling, so new, so naughty and so wonderfully arousing... ""Oooh Thatch..."" She barely managed to mumble as he wasted no time in her working her over with an experienced touch."
30,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-07T17:33:00,TuckMaple,"Thatcher of course took note of how glistening wet her pussy was. If it could talk, it would probablybeg to be touched. But he also took a sinister glee in completely ignoring it. He lapped so ferociously at her butthole that each time he drew his face back for a fleeting breath, translucent strings of spit kept his lips connected to her puckered star. It didn't surprise him that he was already addicted to her taste. It was still days before her return flight to JFK. If the snow beyond the windows kept up, it could be longer. But he was already heartbroken about the prospect of not being able to put his mouth on her whenever he wanted.
On the third of fourth time he drew back for breath, he feverishly peeled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it haphazardly aside. The air was cold, but he was coated in a light layer of sweat. Like a wolf following it's hunger, his brain was completely devoid of thoughts. He was driven purely by a carnal desire to claim her.
His hands found her hips again, and he rolled her over, flat onto her back on the bed. One at a time, he pulled each of her black boots from her feet letting them hit the hardwood with two resoundingTHUDS. He then grabbed a hold of her jeans and yanked them off as well. She laid beneath him in her sweater and her g-string which was still pulled lewdly to the side.
He then laid his body atop hers and kissed his mouth, allowing her to sample her own taste which was still lingering on his tongue. One hand held her face. As they kissed, he pulled her sweater up above her breasts and started to yank her panties down her legs."
31,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-09T14:36:00,Angel of Mercy,"Her eyes were closed as she focused on that tongue as it rimmed her hole and licked away at her naughtiest hole. Her body was trembling with arousal; she could honestly tell herself she'd never felt near this aroused. Suddenly she felt a pause and she opened her eyes and she looked back as his shirt was discarded and she could see how cut his chest and arms truly were. He was the perfect embodiment of maleness. She had started to kneel upwards a bit higher so she could reach back and touch him, but those strong, powerful hands had her by the hips and he effortlessly flipped her onto her back on the bed.
She started to prop herself up on her elbows and she smiled at him as her boots were quickly cast aside rather carelessly, suggesting he was feeling wild about her. Then the jeans were powerfully pulled from her legs, and she bit at her lower lip as she watched this monster of a man looking at her near naked body. Her legs quickly pressed to his flanks when he lowered his large frame atop hers and she moaned the moment they kissed, her hips rising to press at his denim covered crotch, no doubt leaving a wet stain on them. Her hands moved through his hair, as their tongues danced together.
She felt her sweater being pushed upwards and she then used her hands to grab the hem even as he stated to pull her panties down her legs... She quickly had the sweater cast aside, revealing the matching red lace bra. ""Please fuck me..."" She muttered into his ear as her arms moved about his shoulders to pull him in close again so she could kiss him..."
32,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-09T18:22:00,TuckMaple,"Thatcher was no stranger to inspiring female arousal — but what he was sensing andseeingin Tanya was a new echelon. Her body was slim and petite and tiny. He could only imagine how heavenly tight her pussy was. But it was clear from the dampness she was transferring both to his bedspread and the crotch of his jeans, that not a single drop lube of would be required to penetrate her. He knew it was the product of desire; the way he touched her, and tasted her, and kissed her. But it alsodeeperthan that. Their connection felt downright spiritual as though their bodies were lost puzzle pieces desperate to be rejoined. Every howl of the wind in the thickening blizzard outside only heightened this impression.
As she closed her arms around his neck and begged him for a proper fuck, he couldn't help but snicker. He didn't have to say a single word for her to know what he was thinking:Patience, slut. He sat up on his knees and pulled himself out of her grips. His eyes locked on hers he started to unbutton and unzip his Levi's before standing up off the bed to push them off. He wore black briefs beneath, the waistband of which was embroidered with the wordsCalvin Klein. The bulge in the front of the fabric rigid and prominent. All eight inches of him already rock hard for her.
In nothing but his briefs, he jumped onto his own bed beside her, sitting up, his back flat against the headboard — another piece of wood he carved and fashioned by hand. He spread his legs, clearing a space for her to lay between his thighs. ""Get over here,"" he growled with a beckoning motion of his chin."
33,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-09T18:52:00,Angel of Mercy,"She was forced to let him go and she settled back on the bed watching her as he knelt between her spread legs... When he moved off the bed she practically whimpered, though as she watched him removed his pants she reached back and she unclasped her bra, tossing it carelessly to the floor, leaving her firm, full breasts to fall free, the nipples hard, pink and erect... She could see by the way his briefs were bulging that he was big...
Slowly she moved from her back to her knees on the bed, completely naked and she found her eyes fixated with his still concealed member. She watched then as he moved to the bed again, this time he sat back, leaning onto the solid wood headboard. She grinned when he told her to get closer and she simply nodded as she moved into position on her hands and knees facing him. She leaned in very close and she moved to kiss him on the lips, softly at first...
It didn't last as she quickly pulled back just as she moved a hand to his covered erection and she gripped him, feeling how rigid and hot he was to her touch... ""Fuck..."" She muttered as her fingers then reached for the band of his briefs and she started to tug them down. She leaned in and she started t kiss his chest as she waited for him to lift his rear off the bed so she could slide those briefs fully off him."
34,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-09T19:18:00,TuckMaple,"Thatcher was in such a heightened state of arousal, that it seemed impossible he could feel any hungrier or more lustful for her. But the moment she pressed her palm to the bulge in his underwear, his brain started to buzz and light up like a slot machine that just hit the winning jackpot. He bit his bottom lip and put his hand on the back of her skull as she started to kiss down his chest. He wanted hercloser, closer, closer and with each smooch of her lips he pressed her face as tightly to him as he could. Through out the tour of the house and even when he was tonsils deep in his butthole, the ghost of Pete seemed to be hanging over everything they did. But now, he was the furthest thing from Thatcher's mind. It was just Tanya.
When he felt her fingers in the band of his underwear, he was instantly eager to join her in her nakedness. He lifted his hips from the bed just long enough for her to gain purchase and pull them down. His cock sprung forth, all eight and half inches of him desperate for her attention. Even Thatcher was amazed by how hard he felt, by how heavily his balls hung beneath his manhood. He bent his knees to help her pull his underwear all the way off. As they were cast aside like the rest of her clothes, he pulled her to his mouth again, kissing her hungrily. When the kiss broke, he was guiding her mouth back down his chest.
In his mounting desperation, he was surprised that fell from his own lips. ""Spit on it,"" he growled."
35,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-09T19:59:00,Angel of Mercy,"The way his hand pressed at her hair as she kissed her way down his chest, it was clear what he wanted, and she was eager and willing to give it to him. Her practical experience was limited; Pete wasn't a fan of oral, for what he called 'hygiene' reasons, but she'd always enjoyed and crave. She'd and masturbated to enough porn depicting it she felt she had a good idea how it should go... So, she kissed her way down his chest perhaps a bit too eagerly, though by the way his hand held onto her head he seemed just as eager...
The moment the underwear came free she tossed it aside and she feasted her eyes on his glorious cock... She had to blink a few times as it looked like nothing she'd seen before, of course her experience was mostly limited to Pete. Or should she say, little Pete... Before she could say or do anything she felt him pull her in and she kissed deeply, her tongue moving to invade his mouth. Then he used the grip on her head to force her down again. On her hands and knees she backed up a bit as she kissed her way down his body. She moved one hand to his erection, the soft, delicate fingers barely able to wrap around his thickness...
Once she was lying on her stomach, with her knees bent and lower legs in the air she held it close to her face. She leaned in and she kissed the head of hic cock lovingly before he commanded her to spit on it... She looked up at his eyes and she nodded... After rubbing the shaft on her cheek, she held it before her mouth and she spit on it, then she used the saliva to slicken the shaft and she started to stroke him up and down... ""It pretty big"" she said, it being an understatement... Smiling at him she leaned in and she started to lick up and down the shaft, further adding to the saliva... Her free hand moved to cup and feel his big, heavy balls. She cradled them tenderly as she continued to kiss and lick all over his erection."
36,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-12T15:19:00,TuckMaple,"Tanya struck him as a sweet, loving, even demure girl. It's why he couldn't help but laugh as she hastily tossed his underwear over her shoulder — her body filled with aneedhe had never experienced or expected from her. But his mocking chuckle was quickly replaced by the shutting of his eyes and the rolling back of his head and the repeating of the one word she seemed uniquely capable of getting him to say.
""Fuck.""
The wet sound of her hand smearing her own saliva across his swollen shaft joined the howl of the blizzard beyond the windows to create a lewd sort of symphony. As her tongue started lapping at his manhood, he pushed his fingers into her hair, looking down at her with teeth bit into his bottom lip. He knew nothing about her sex life with Pete but he could see that a long stifled hunger was being released in her. Even though the sight of her was utterly pornographic, this reality leant the scene an unexpectedly romantic vibe.
He resisted the urge to thrust his hips into her grip, wanting to trust her to do the work of satisfying him without his help. But it was tough and it only got tougher when her palm cupped his balls. Through labored, pleasured breaths, he bent up each of his knees with his feet flat on the bed, providing her even more access to his testicles and his nether regions. Then, as she dragged her tongue up his length, he finally grabbed a handful of hair and angled her mouth right towards the head of his member, popping it inside her mouth hole."
37,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-12T16:26:00,Angel of Mercy,"Her eyes looked up at his face and she could see his eyes were closed and his head had fallen back. She grinned inwardly; he was a very experienced man, and she was a very inexperienced woman, and yet she could get this out of him... His simple one-word statement only served to give her even more confidence. That coupled with the way he looked at her, the way he so obviously desired and lusted for her was thrilling and it truly made her feel special in a way her husband never could.
She continued to stroke him and lick and kiss at the heated flesh, her other hand fondling his balls lovingly. She moaned into her work but she could see he wanted more, like she did. She shifted closer and she let him guide her head and lips to his cockhead. Her lips parted and being carefully not let him feel her teeth she started to take him into her mouth... Her hand moved to her lips and she used them like an extension, as she knew she wouldn't be able to take more than a few inches, but she did her best...
She bobbed her head up and down and she continued this for a minute or so before she pulled back, slowly, letting his head pop from her lips. She shifted to her knees and she smiled as she moved to kiss him... ""I'd love to suck you cock all night..."" she started, her eyes looking at his... ""But I really, really... Really need you to fuck me right now..."" she said as she tried to move to straddle his hips. She was serious; she had all weekend to make love to his cock with her mouth... But right now she was on fire and only his cock inside her would quench it..."
38,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-17T21:33:00,TuckMaple,"It was a few months ago, close to midnight, when Pete first called to propose Tanya's visit. To say Thatcher was shocked by the suggestion would be an understatement. But as he held the phone to his ear and looked out at the rolling ranch lands beyond his window, he considered the possibility of finally experiencing Tanya's wet, warm mouth and found himself impulsively saying ""yes"" before he could even consider all of the complexities that would inevitably accompany such an arrangement. In the subsequent weeks, there were occasional seizures of panic.Why the fuck did I agree to this?! he'd wonderI'm not a swinger! But just as quickly as this doubt set in, the mental image of Tanya's eyes peering up at him from his lap eclipsed it. In hindsight, these imaginings almost seemed like divine intervention. Like his cock was destined to be in her mouth.
Divinity, it turns out, was the perfect way to frame it because the sensation of her lips engulfing his shaft was downrightheavenly. His chiseled jaw fell open and a sharp moan came forth. As she started to bob her head, swallowing more of him with each downward stroke, he was confident that nothing on earth could feel better than this. He was convinced nothing could be better than having her mouth available at every moment of every day. But then, she stopped, laid her body atop his, and practically begged him to fuck her and he realized there was at least one thing he wanted more than her mouth.
He kissed her desperately as she straddled him. It was only bodies were clinging together like this that he noticed how hot and sweaty he was — a sharp contrast to the blizzard outside. With one arm wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him, his other reached down and found the base of his drool-slicked member. He angled it towards her bald and pushed himself inside of her for the very first time."
39,A Weekend in Montana,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-weekend-in-montana.26133/,2023-01-18T15:02:00,Angel of Mercy,"She was leased to find he didn't resist her trying to take charge for the moment. This wasn't really who she was; she wanted a man who would take charge and give her what she needed by taking what he wanted. But her inner walls were contracting in anticipation of being filled by a real man... She wanted to know what a real cock would feel like inside her.
She moved her hands around his neck and she moved to kiss him again even as he took charge. His strong arm moved about her waist to support her while she felt his tip begin to press at her entrance... She closed her eyes and she bit her lower lip as she slowly started to lower herself down even as she felt him pushing upwards. She gasped as she felt him sink all the way inside her until her ass had settled on his hips... She moaned deeply... ""Ooh God..."" She muttered as her inner walls squeezed and gripped him.
Had she not been so wet she might have found the invasion of such a large member uncomfortable, but she was wet, dripping wet in fact and in that moment where she was still atop him it even felt right... A loud sigh of satisfaction escape her lips as she opened her eyes... Her hands took his face and her eyes locked with his... ""That feels so good..."" She muttered as she started to move, slowly at first, up and down loving the way he stretched her channel..."
40,Alien world,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/alien-world.25459/,2022-07-11T05:07:00,Sara4rp,"As the alarms blared and the asteroid was approaching the ship as too fast a speed for the ship to get out of the way the pilot of the small crew abord tried her best to get out with as little damage. When the asteroid hit the ship, it caused the ship to go spiraling out of control into the gravitational pull of a nearby planet that has been unexplored by humans till now, while the ship was spiraling down a loud bang could be heard as the ship breaks the sound barrier, while the crew inside starts to panic a little as they start to brace for impact after they quickly put on space suits since they don't know if the air is breathable on this planet they strap in tightly and when the last member is in nice and tight the ship crashes in the surface of the planet killing all but one of the members of the ship who is knocked out in her chair her suit surprising withstood the crash with no damage.
this is just an idea I have we can talk about back stories and build a world together if you are interested or maybe you have your own idea you would like to run by that is ok as well just message me and we can talk about it thanks"
41,Angry Hunter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/angry-hunter.23610/,2021-11-19T19:57:00,Adelita Rose,"Adelita and Cayde were separated at the prison of elders. Last time she saw him he was falling to the very bottom of the prison on a flaming pillar. Once everything was back under control she learned he almost died and Petra took him back to the tower.
When Adelita arrived at the tower she marched up to the war table seeing Cayde debriefing with Zavala and Ikora in his usual dramatic flare. ""You should have seen me guys. I was was awesome."" Was the last thing Cayde spoke before Adelita took her helmet and threw it at his face with all of her force. ""Are you kidding!"" She almost screamed. Zavala and Ikora exchanged scared and confused looks.
Cayde stood up after being knocked to the ground. ""Who throws a perfectly good helmet like that."" When turned and saw his Addy. ""Oh hey kid is this yours-"" This time she threw a punch which he ducked and manged to pick up Adelita up over his shoulder. Looking at Ikora and Zavala with Adelita swearing awful and untrue things about his character. ""I'll handle this. You guys talk to my ghost."" Walking away with an angry hunter over his shoulder
What happens next??"
42,ARRANGED MARRIAGE,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arranged-marriage.20354/,2021-02-19T03:41:00,BlueBurn,"[ , ‘,’ .]
. A union or association formed for mutual benefit, especially between people, countries, and or organizations. (Y/C) and Queen Josephine— or Josie as she likes to be called have been engaged since the time the two of them were eight years old. Josephine’s country and (Y/C)’s country have agreed to the engagement to agree to an alliance between the two nations. Why? Because Josephine’s country is under fire against a neighboring nation and her kingdom needs the benefits from (Y/C)’s kingdom— which is through the promise of an arranged marriage. Now the time comes for Josephine to come and stay at (Y/C)’s kingdom to live and to be beneath the ruling of (Y/C)’s father as (Y/C) is bound to be king in the coming days. Will Josephine and (Y/C) fall in love? Will there be intensity and such betrayal that one cannot even fathom? Will (Y/C) tame the wild spirit inside of Josephine and end that thirst to become an independent Queen?
’ : Hello! This will be in third person, literate to advanced, and I will only ask for three paragraphs with a total of eight to ten lines total. You may describe your character. You do not need to know the show. I’m hoping for this to be a long term! I cannot wait to hear from any of you. I’m looking for a dominant male or a female that can play male. As far as smut goes? I would love to build up to it please. Your character may be a king instead of a prince. We can discuss this more thorough.
● ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ! ● ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ! ● ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ! ● ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ, ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴇʀᴀ(ꜱ), ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ! ● ᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴢᴏɴᴇ!"
43,ARRANGED MARRIAGE,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arranged-marriage.20354/,2021-03-29T04:54:00,BlueBurn,Bump!
44,ARRANGED MARRIAGE,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arranged-marriage.20354/,2021-04-10T04:37:00,BlueBurn,Bump!
45,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-03-27T22:40:00,KingsBounty,"Kevin was driving home late one night from his dead end job again. He hated this... ""Should have gone to college..."" He was frustrated. 4 years out of high school and he was already in a job going no where. He'd laughed at everyone for going to college. ""Well done."" He was going about 7 over and he saw the blue and red behind him. ""Damnit!"" He pulled over.
The officer came up to his window and he handed her his ID and registration. She was hot. He thought to himself. Looking her over as she went back to her vehicle. Next thing he knew was she was approaching gun drawn. He was then on the pavement, cuffed and in her back seat and he knew by the direction of the car they weren't headed back towards town and the station....."
46,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-19T21:00:00,KingsBounty,Bump?
47,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-20T04:28:00,BoundObsession,"Monica Lucahad been a real sheriff's deputy once upon a time. But the rural Tennessee county she served had too many husbands who liked to abuse their wives when drunk. Which happened waaaay too often in a county that was economically depressed and with high unemployment. Yet the wives rarely pressed charges, believing their husband's promises to never do it again. They would continue to cover for their husbands until their husbands killed them. Which happened too often. And if the women did press charges, the system seemed rigged against them.
Finally, Monica had had enough and quite the sheriff's department. Of course, it didn't hurt that just before she quit, her Uncle Mario had passed away, leaving her his house in the woods and a surprising sum of money. Enough money that she didn't need to look for a job. She had to wonder where that money came from. Moonshine?
But living in the house for awhile, Monica began to go stir-crazy. She needed something to do. Or someone to fuck. She hadn't had much luck with men. Every time she would fall for a guy, he would turn from a prince to a frog. Usually after he'd already moved into her apartment. There was no way she was going to invite a guy into her new home, except on her own terms.
Kevin was purely a random choice, though he had the misfortune to look a lot like her last boyfriend, Larry. She'd seen him at the gas station just before he turned off onto rural route 5, a lightly traveled back road through the woods. He was probably trying for a shortcut to the interstate.
The take-down had been easy. Kevin had been driving over the speed limit and seemed to acknowledge it. When she took his ID and registration back to the ""patrol car"" to ""check it"", it was all an act. Coming back with her gun drawn, he meekly got out of his car and lay on the ground to be cuffed. Though he did protest that he hadn't done anything wrong, other than speeding. The typical response of any man, innocent or not.
""We'll get it sorted out back at the station,"" was her curt response. Monica added an extra set of cuffs to his ankles, ""Just to be on the safe side"", she said.
She drove away in a hurry. Faster than Kevin had been driving. By the time he realized they weren't headed to the station, Monica was pulling onto the gravel road leading to her place. Pulling up to the cabin, she dragged Kevin out of the back seat.
""Come on, lover boy."""
48,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-21T05:58:00,KingsBounty,"As they hit the gravel road Kevin was starting to struggle in the cuffs but to no avail. He had no experience with being arrested or escaping these sort of things. He was panicking now as the car came to a stop. ""Now hang on. Please I may not be a perfect person but I've never really done anything wrong. Please don't kill me."" He was already begging.
Kevin yelped as the door next to him opened and she dragged him out. ""L-lover? Wait what? D-d-do I know y-you?"" He whimpered as she drug him towards the house. He was too scared to take in much as he was dragged. ""What are you going to do with me? Please I'll be good. I promise!"" He was shaking as they got to the door he couldn't get free and now who knew what."
49,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-23T01:35:00,BoundObsession,"""Now why would I kill you? If I had wanted to do that, I could have done it back at your car and saved myself the trouble of driving you home,"" Monica said as she pulled him towards the house.
""And to answer the rest of your questions, no, you do not know me. You're just a random cock I picked out from a crowd. As for what I'm going to do to you, I'm going to make you my fuck toy. There's no question you're going to be good, because I'm going to make sure of that."" She snickered at that last comment.
Arriving at the bedroom, Monica slipped behind her ""fuck toy"", wrapping her arms around his waist. Then she bumped the back of his legs with her knees, causing his knees to buckle. Easing him to a kneeling position, she reached under his chin with one hand, pressing the back of his head back against her crotch to keep him from falling over. With her other hand, she reached into a nightstand drawer full of bondage gear and pulled out alatex hoodwhich had a long dildo running through it. One third of the dildo would fit inside his mouth, while the other two-thirds would jut out from his face.
Reaching around his kneeling body with one of her legs, Monica jammed her boot up against his balls. She purred softly ""Open wide for your new mistress,"" as she pressed the dildo to his lips."
50,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-25T07:41:00,KingsBounty,"At my car? Then wha....his thoughts were cut off. ""Fuck toy? Wait what? You just grab some dude off the street and are going to make him your sex slave?!"" He knew he was screwed and yet he spoke up. Even if he screamed he was pretty sure no one would hear him out here.
They got to her room and he was forced to his knees. He felt his bulge growing in his pants.Why does this turn me on?!He thought and then she pulled out the hood. ""Now hang onmf..."" He was cut off again as it went in. He berated himself for opening his mouth as instructed then the hood. He couldn't see or say a thing."
51,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-08-25T11:14:00,BoundObsession,"""That's better,"" Monica murmured. The guy was talking too much. Besides, it was easier to control him with his sight gone. She pulled Kevin to his feet and shoved him onto thebed. The bed was wide enough that she could secure him spread-eagle on one side while keeping the other side clear so she could sleep. In other words, she didn't want him taking up the whole bed. No matter how much he squirmed, the memory foam mattress wouldn't transfer much movement to disturb her sleep. And if he made too much noise behind his gag, a squeeze of his balls would be enough to shut him up.
Securing him to the vertical poles of the headboard and footboard with leather cuffs and straps, Monica then loudly snapped on a rubber glove. Pulling out a lubricant, she proceeded to oil up Kevin's ass.
""Relax and this will go a whole lot easier,"" she purred as she felt his asshole pucker up. ""You're not a virgin down there, are you?"" she giggled. She worked his sphincter muscles relentlessly until they finally gave in to her manipulations.
""Finally,"" Monica muttered, as she reached for a metal pole, one end of which she clamped to the footboard. The other end was crowned with a dildo, with a vibrator attached above it but not extending as far. The pole was extendable, so as she extended the dildo into Kevin's ass as far as it would go, the vibrator would nestle up against his balls.
""I have some errands to do, so this is to keep you entertained while I'm gone,"" she said as she turned the vibrator on.
After all, she couldn't leave Kevin's car sitting at the side of RR 5, even if the road didn't see that much traffic. The real cops would be by eventually and would run it's plates and start asking questions.
Monica paused to stroke his cock for a few minutes until it was stiff and drooling pre-cum, then pulled away with a laugh and left on her errand."
52,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-10-15T08:07:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
53,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-11-10T06:22:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
54,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-11-23T07:46:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
55,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-12-20T18:36:00,KingsBounty,Kevin felt himself shoved roughly to a bed. He could only feel what she was doing to him but he could tell he was quite secure. He cursed himself again and then felt the dildo slip in. If she could see his face she would have seen his eyes widen. He'd never had anything in his ass and he wasn't sure he liked it....then the vibrator hit and he let out a moan as it started causing the dildo to already feel a bit better in his ass.
He barely heard her say she was running out. Fear struck. How long would he be here by himself? Where was she going? All he could do was make muffled sound but his cock continued to harden and grow as the vibrator did it's magic and he unintentionally started to ride the dildo. It wasn't long though before he was riding the dildo of his own free will. He'd probably cum before she even got home. He'd long forgotten about her.
56,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-12-20T18:36:00,KingsBounty,(sorry for my absence)
57,Arrested?,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/arrested.20705/,2021-12-21T07:02:00,BoundObsession,"Monica drove Uncle Mario's old pickup truck out of the barn and back to where Kevin's car had been left. Running a tow rope from the back of the truck to the front of the car, she then towed the car back to her place. Driving it into the barn, she covered it with a tarp, which she then covered with bales of hay to the point that it looked like one solid stack of hay. She wasn't sure how much Kevin would be missed. The county was economically depressed, which meant that a lot of people would suddenly leave, heading elsewhere. Would his friends and family assume that's what he had done?
Returning to the farmhouse, she went back to the bedroom to peek in on him. Between the hood muffling his hearing and the moaning sounds he was making behind the gag, she doubted he knew she was back. But he'd spilled his seed at least once during her absence, the white milky mess pooling on his belly. The black rubber sheets on her bed were chosen because they were easy to clean at times like this. Stepping forward, she stroked the soles of his feet to see if he was ticklish. The way he scrunched his feet up and made a whimpering sound told her the answer was yes. She laughed as she reached out to turn the vibrator to the next highest setting, causing him to groan and squirm even harder against his bondage.
Monica proceeded to strip out of her uniform and into a sexy black negligee. It would be tempting to remove that hood so he could get a good look at his new mistress. But she decided to keep it on him for the time being. Keeping him blind, mute, helpless and disoriented was part of her plan. At least for the first day. And the vibrators would keep him constantly aroused. She might turn them down to their lowest setting while sleeping. But the only time she'd turn them off was during bathroom breaks.
Grabbing some tissues, Monica wiped the cum from Kevin's abdomen, tossing the tissues in the trash. Laying on her side next to him, she began running her hands over his chest. He was muscular, with a nice six-pack. She traced the ridges of his abs lightly with her fingers, watching him squirm as she did so.
""You and I are going to have so much fun,"" she murmured."
58,Batgirl and Quake,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/batgirl-and-quake.19169/,2020-11-26T18:51:00,dbspock,"
Colonel Rick Flag stared at the image of the half Asian girl dressed only in her underwear that graced his computer screen. True, it wasn't the only image of her they had...far from it...but it was one of hsi favorites, for obvious reasons. The smile on his face dimmed slightly as he caught himself...she wasn't truly half Asian, was she? If that had been the case, he wouldn't be staring at her file on the computer no matter how cute she was. No...the girl who currently went by the name of Skye had some alien DNA in her body, DNA that, now that she had turned 18, had the potential to become active, and who knew what the hell would happen then? In any case, the bitch was far too dangerous to let run around free, especially given her demonstrated penchant for breaking the law.
Rick's eyes traveled from the young woman's bra-covered breasts to the wall of text next to the picture. It wasn't often that they knew more about the target than she knew herself. Sure, the fact she was 5'6"" tall, weighed 121 pounds (at least at the time of her last physical, which of course they had a record of), wore a 32A bra (Rick grinned as he recalled how they'd obtained that vital bit of information...had she ever figured out why her luggage had gone missing that day?), size 7 shoe, 4 dress...they even had her body measurements of 34-24-34.
But it was her history that was the most interesting. Her list of aliases...Mary Sue Poots, Jacqueline Rippon, Jessie Rabe, Josie Castle...was impressive for one so young, and Rick found it ironic that her real name...Daisy Johnson...was listed in his file, and she had no idea what it was. Just like she had no idea she even HAD a brother, when her birthday was (July second, two days from now when she turned 19...a party she wouldn't soon forget, Rick was sure) that her mother was part alien, or that her dad was a very unstable individual. In Rick's business, that was what they called leverage, and he fully intended to use it to bend Skye...which he'd call her until she'd earned the right to know her real name...to his will.
The file they had on their next target wasn't nearly as large. They only had one good image of her, and honestly the men were divided on whether she wore a wig or not. One of many reasons they wanted her out of that costume she wore. Yes, they had a lot to learn about the so-called 'Batgirl', but they did know one vital piece of information. Batman was out of town...off planet, in fact...on Justice League business, and had left Batgirl to mind the town in his absence. It hadn't been hard at all for Flag to convince Penguin to go on a little crime spree and attract Batgirl's attention. And while Skye was good with computers...Network was a mutant with a gift of literally talking to computers, so it had been no problem at all to let Skye pick up a little nugget of information about Penguin's next supposed job, or to hack into the communications between Skye and Batgirl and find out they were meeting in Gotham that very night.
And there was one other piece of information Skye didn't know...Rick, and a squad of his men, woudl be there to meet them."
59,Becoming a Vampire's Pet,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/becoming-a-vampires-pet.24917/,2022-05-08T01:42:00,Angelic Wolf,"
My hopes is for a Vampire Lord who might enjoy a little teasing and toying with their Animal to Call. Dominant male certainly. The idea behind it is the fact that being bound to a Vampire Lord would have its effects on animal shifters though its not always apparent to the outside world. Like the choices of whether the Lord feeds from the shifter bound to them, sleeps with them, or merely uses them as a tool that public knowledge sees them as. So yes this rp is in hopes of being more sexually based, with teasing and toying with the shifter.
For most of my shifter types, I have fun making what I call the 'three form' idea. Which is generally, fully human, fully animal and a half animal. I don't ever go beyond ears and tail, sometimes claws depending on the animal. But it just makes for fun times if one's reaction to getting startled or some other reactions is the tail and ears popping up. It just has in the past added a level of frustration when he can't hide his reactions or brush them off as easily.
Message with any questions or to chat further!
Becoming the Vampire's Pet
This world is one that appears so very much as our own. Most humans pass through the world, completely oblivious to those that walked in the dark, usually unable to comprehend anything outside of their scope of the world. Now and then humans wander into the wrong place, and learn more about a world they once had no knowledge of. And depending on the darkling they ran into, might not survive their first view of the hidden world. Within this hidden and unknown world, Vampire's rule. Rather than a constant war and fighting between the species, especially the prevelant and wide spread shapeshifters, Vampire's across the world came to an agreement in order to instill peace. A shifter would be chosen to become Animal to Call to a Vampire Lord, which had it's privileges between often better living conditions, as well as protection for that shifters entire 'pack'. There were always Vampire's throughout the world, but there were the most powerful that kept them under control, known as the Vampire Lords. The Lords were the only ones who bound shifters to them. Through their influence it created an ever shifting protection through the animal shifter clans, and kept fighting to a minimum.
The larger the city, the more Vampire Lord's would be in charge. So in a place like New York, there were Lords for every borough, watching over and protecting their slice of the state, though invariably there would still be fighting. Clans did not always see eye to eye, and fights would break out, but the law of Animal to Call kept the worst of the fighting to a minimum. And stopped the need for a full scale decision to enslave all, or eradicate all species outside of their kind. Some places hosted far more species than others, and just the same there were clans that chose to live outside the cities, quiet places all their own where they could blend into the human world in peace. Few ever had a true understanding of the Animal to Call, as once one was bound to the Vampire, one did not easily leave the 'service'. To most outer appearances, the Animal to Call was a bodyguard to the Vampire Lord they were bound to, their clan linked to the Lord just the same. Anything outside the public eye was the decision of the Lord for what they wanted of their Animal to Call.
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The faint clink of ice in the glass, almost unheard beneath the rumble of voices throughout the room. Fingers wrapped around the stick absently swirled the ice around the empty glass before him, debating strongly if he wanted another drink to make the night go just a little easier. The outcome would still stay the same, that if he were chosen, then he wouldn't be returning home, but owned by one of the elite of the city whether he wanted to or not. There was a slim hope for either a woman, or if it had to be a male, one who would have zero interest in their Animal to Call and would give him far more freedom. The summons had gone out to all animal shifter clans in the entire city that there was to be a new selection and every clan was to send one of their best and most presentable to this event. He had been forced to attend the last event, as his own pack of wolves were currently without the protection of a Vampire Lord, but as luck would have it, the pair that had attended that event had passed right over Wyatt. Much to his relief, and the irritation of his leader when he had returned home.
Supposedly per the summons, there were more Lord's attending this time, so the request for representatives from all clans had been far more firm. And already in the time he'd been perched on a stool at the bar that took up one wall of the fancy room, he'd spotted many familiar faces. There were some overlapping species if clans from different boroughs sent representatives. The air was thick with the winding emotions, between the rather sweet scent of anticipation, to the souring smell of nerves and possibly fear of the unknown. Sometimes a mix that could be a little nauseating when it clouded a room like this, putting the wolf further on edge where he was perched. And finally giving into temptation for another drink, nudging his empty glass forward, gaining the attention of one of the various bartenders behind the counter, before he turned to look around the room once more.
As always, these summons were hosted in one of the grandest hotels the city seemed to have, everything gleaming and bright, making many of the individuals in the room look far out of place and rugged, though most had attempted to clean up a little, maybe in some hopes that their appearance alone might be the reason they were chose. Though the Lord's reasoning behind their choices were always individual tastes so one never knew what to expect. There seated in one of the plush armchairs scattered along the wall, sat what was unmistakably a bear shifter, based on the man's larger size that took up the seat, though his bulk appeared to be quite a bit of muscle, his jaw set in a way that most in the room gave him a wide berth. Wise in the surroundings with so many other animals to not let ones guard down, though likely he would shed the tough guy appearances as soon as their gracious hosts arrived. Near the massive windows that took up another wall, offering a normally fantastic view of the city at night, were gathered a small group of animal shifters, the way they huddled together marking them as far more prey animals, ones that were far more in need of protection then most.
Normally Wyatt would have loved the widespread view of the city but there were various reasons that kept him rooted to the stool on the far edge of the bar. For one to not draw attention to himself, nor the chance to mingle with the various other 'guests' to the summons. And the fact that he was well aware they were many floors up in the massive building, and that heights and this wolf did not always mix well. Not a fun prospect to possibly show off to any rivals that might be in the room. Including he'd spotted one of the panther shifters Alec when he'd first arrived, and that bastard would like nothing more than to exploit just such a weakness after the last time they had, had a heated debate together that had drawn a little blood. For the sake of the event both of the male's had chosen opposite sides of the room, or at least for all appearances they had. Though here and there he could hear the irritating rumble of Alec's laughter at some joke of a pretty young female shifter that had settled at his arm to talk while they waited.
The clink of a glass alerted him to the return of his drink, and Wyatt turned away with a heavy sigh, flicking only the briefest glance at the massive mirror that took up the entire wall behind the bar space, making the room seem that much more massive. And not in the mood to see himself all prettied up under Martin's orders, the snug fit of the all black suit, even the shirt beneath a pure black. He'd refused to fully shave every hair from his face, the stubble a little rough across his jaw. The black hair had been trimmed, and swept back in some gelled glory, though a few strands had slipped free after a few agitated passes of an errant hand until the first shot of alcohol had sat warmly in his stomach. Picking up the glass for another such sip of more heated glory, pale eyes regarded his reflection, and that of the room beyond. And the click of the wide doors on the opposite side from the bar, that had remained closed since the last animal shifter had arrived. A hush swept through the room, the anticipation growing as both doors were thrown wide, to admit the hosts for this entire night of hell. The Vampire Lords had finally arrived.
Name: Wyatt Hale
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight(at least it's what he's always believed, having not really interacted with others that way).
Height: 5'9""
Species: Wolf Shifter
Appearance:
-Human: Short black hair, often a little scruff of hair above his lip and along his jaw. Pale silver eyes that many seem to find mesmerizing.
-Wolf: Pure black coat, larger than normal wolves given the shift from human to wolf, eyes becoming more yellow/gold then the silver.
Weakness: Heights and his ears/tail being touched as it can cause him to melt.
History: Wolf shifter that has lived in New York much of his life. He joined his pack, and rather than working a regular day to day job, especially as they live in one of the worse areas of the city, he mainly does tasks for the pack in return for pay. It is not the most ideal situation but it had worked well for much of his life, even if there's been questions of what else he could do, where he could go in life.
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60,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2020-02-06T22:44:00,jenwishuknew,"
(FxM)
Content: Rough, kinky, NC, CON, Substance Abuse, Dark, Extreme, D/s and whatever dirty you can bring. Open to collaboration, age gap, sleeping/drugged sex, dub-con.
Requirements: A male partner (gender unimportant) who is willing to take this idea and make it their own. Own it. They should be willing to write about 2 paragraphs per post or more, third person. This is smut based but it’s also plotty and I wouldn’t have one over the other. I want smut to make sense.
First, her mother passed away about a year ago, on this exact day, the day she was born about 19 years ago. Technically her birthday is not due until next mid-week but her friends suggested they should go and do some pre-birthday celebration this Friday. She really wasn’t feeling up for a celebration but then again, she also didn’t want to stay home and have her boyfriend come over either. She hated making excuse as to why she wasn’t feeling up the sexual attention of lately. And to avoid him, she agreed to go out tonight. However, Alia didn’t want to give them an excuse to comment on her ‘sad’ mood that’s been donning her face for so long time now. The pain was excruciating and she was broken up due to a loss of a parent. Almost like a broken toy that can’t be fixed. It’s been long since and getting help from a therapist had nothing to help her. Being a sophomore in college, away from home and a father who was always busy, she found herself alone in this world and after having smoked weed for the first time at a party few weeks ago, she just needed more to sink herself in her sorrows. The fact she felt amazing and free from worries when she’d last smoked it, she figured it would be a fix for her broken system….when she needed it to seem fixed. Not all the time. Besides, it was only smoking and not like doing some drugs. However, when she inquired from the boy she’d gotten it from, he said he didn’t have the supply anymore due to the selective weed being in high demand. Amongst the users, they said it was none like the other they’d smoked before. There was something different about it. Even she felt it…so why should she settled for anything less?
After questioning him further and 5 crisp hundred dollar bill as a token of good will since she had the money from being a daughter of a rich man, he passed her an address from where she can get more if the guy decides to sell her some. He also said to use a password, “The grass seems greener today.” It was an odd phrase but that’s why it was a password! And she could understand why there was a need for secrecy. This wasn’t really legal, for person who is selling as well as who is buying. Hence, even Alia kept checking over her shoulder after she parked her car in the driveway.
Now, she did come from a good family. Very well off and to be doing this, it didn’t feel right BUT it was what she needed in that moment. Her friends were right…she did need to be up and about. To stop feeling sorry for herself. That’s why she agreed to go out to some bar with them tonight in respect of celebration of her birthday. But, it was also a day when her mother had passed away. She couldn’t really enjoy her birthday because it did bring back all the pain. She couldn’t really ask her friends about the weed because she also had a nice reputation to maintain. She couldn’t help people finding out she was sinking to a point so low. It was late on Friday night, as she cruised to the address the college kid had given to her, simply informing her friends that she would meet them at the club around 10:30…11 the latest. Currently, it was little after 9 and she felt silly going to someone’s place as it is but driving through nice neighborhood, she felt as if the kid had given her some wrong address to get her off his back. Besides, he got what he wanted- $500!
The more she drove further down as the GPS navigation chimed, 'Your destination will be on the right in 50 feet', she was starting to grow nervous. She expected the place to be in some ghetto neighborhood. Not in some fancy part of the town. Not just that, the homes were perfect- where one would live to raise a family of 4 or 6. Including the house she parked her car in and stepped out. She was close to just skipping this whole thing and go back home, not bother with friends or even this. And then she figured she was here so might as well! With courage, she pressed the ring bell and stood there in her casual outfit that she had on. Depression didn't really motivated her to dress her best. And she didn't want to go out like a bum either. So settled for decent shade lipstick, no make up, a low cut see-thru white top atop a short tanktop, and a pair of denim jeans. She also threw on a light jacket that she left in her car. Her heart raced as she was doing this for the first time. Thinking to herself why she couldn't just get it from some guy at college? ""Uh...yeah,"" She said to the man standing so tall as he looked down at her with his domineering gaze, “The grass seems greener today.” The young Alia said looking to him but bringing about a hand to cover part of her face and thinking this is a wrong address so she looked back to his front yard. Worst case scenario, the grass did look greener!
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61,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2020-04-03T20:11:00,jenwishuknew,"Still open...for partners seeking to play male, or someone who wants to play the female lead, I am open to playing male character."
62,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2020-06-24T22:14:00,jenwishuknew,Open again :)
63,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2020-10-17T20:30:00,Daddydom90,"Jason looks down at slim young innocent looking thing standing on his step... He sneers at her""This is some joke right doll?He says patronising her""I think you may be out of your depth, your actually here by yourself?""He laughs at her face then takes a moment to look her over.
He didn't get the power he has today by being ignorant. The first thing he noticed was the phone... For him to have his sick fun he'd need possession of that. Next he noticed her vulnerability, her body language suggested uncomfort but undeniable attraction."
64,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2020-10-25T00:35:00,jenwishuknew,"I prefer my partners to be invested in the RP, giving back what I give (quality and quantity of the post), and painting the rest of the picture. If you are so keen on playing, a simple 4 lines would not do. From your post, I have no idea of what the man looks like, what she sees inside the house, how old he is.....if you are the partner I am looking for, show me with an edited post of what your post should be like in comparison to mine. I look forward to it. If not, i thank you for your time."
65,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2021-05-18T21:13:00,jenwishuknew,Open
66,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2021-05-28T05:04:00,Deleted member 8932,"Julius was at home for the first time in a few days. He had been out and about being what he told his mother, but she had a feeling he never really left the inner city. Even when she had left his father in the past. Regretting leaving her little Jewel with that man changed her son in ways she didn't know and would never know if Julius had anything to say about it. Now 21 at 6'1 he was pretty tall though he had heard the basketball team had someone as tall as 6'6. Julius was happy he played football. Keeping him in shape, even if he was average at best he still played and he was pretty good. Not champion material though his coach said otherwise.EFFORT! Julius could hear him now. Or was that the doorbell?
Julius walked to the front door the screen on the alarm panel showing a girl a couple of years younger than him he was a senior this year. He thought it was strange and maybe she needed help. He opens the door. ""Ugh... Hello?"" He says to her confused. Dressed in some designer jeans that were frayed. A white tank top he was not going to wear tonight. And his tattoos he was dressed in his tattoos. He was going out to a Rave that was supposed to be happening at the beach. That is what he was invited to anyways and he couldn't miss something like that. She said something and he completely changed from a concerned citizen to who the hell are you and why are you here? He steps out closing the door behind him.
""How much do you need."" If that asshole was wasting his time again he was going to stop supplying him. Julius thought as he waited for this chick to hand over some change and get on her way. She was here for something and he had it, wasn't easy to get either, people don't stumble across premium bud. Not like he had, Julius knew where to get it from one source and thankfully this wasn't a time he had to go ask for some amount to make this sale. At least he hoped. Though if she were buying some real weight then it might be worth it. Julius looked at her expectantly, he started to laugh with blatant sarcasm that ends in a sigh.
""Wait here."" He said shaking his head and chuckling."" Julius couldn't believe this girl believed some stupid shit her dealer told her and now that he was out she had been sent to Julius. He said something but closed the door before she could hear what he was talking about. A few minutes later Julius returned and stepped outside joining the girl that had just been duped into making this a bigger deal than it had to be. With the same jeans from earlier but a different shit. A Nirvana smiley face shirt with the sleeves long ripped off. On his head was a bandana that he had put some ray bands over as it was getting darker. She seemed tense, nervous. So he lit up a joint and started to walk towards the backyard through the gate in the fence that leads into a modern patio with a large pool. No hot tub though.
Julius passed her the joint holding the gate. ""What's your name?"" He asked seemingly casually, his nonchalant attitude came from smoking the weed and his experience with dealing with people. It was a lot easier to get along with someone who wanted to buy some weed than to spend three hours of your day making deliveries for Hector across town in gangland. But Julius grew up in that area and was familiar with most of the higher-up members. Even if he wasn't a member he was respected as a personal pusher to Hector. BUT, that was for another night tonight he was going to give this a bag and maybe find a girl to take back to his apartment.
"
67,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2021-05-28T20:02:00,jenwishuknew,"
It was funny how some people have everything in the world, all the comforts and luxury but the only thing they lack is love. In Alia’s case, she didn’t have the love of a mother and in her father’s case, he wasn’t destined for the love of a wife. Other than that, they had this perfect little life that was full of comfort. Though, her father had threw himself under a large pile of work and the chores of his business.
Having only one parent who was now a busy man, trying to keep himself occupied to keep the memories of his wife at bay, she was left with no one to lean on. Well, she had friends and a boyfriend but they can do so much and are never a family. They were trying their best to help, no doubt, but, it just wasn’t enough. Her friends kept trying to keep Alia busy by taking her out to dinner and parties. Her boyfriend ‘used’ to be understanding of her situation but one can put up with it for so long. Tonight, she was all alone, dressed in a very casual outfit and decided to come out for the sake of her friends just because it was her birthday in a few days. The fact that it was her birthday was exactly the problem.
There stood a man so tall, looking her up from head to toe. Not for a second she thought he was checking her out, just because she was only considering to be and out of here in no time. Standing outside, she realized the chance of harm coming from him was close to none! She figured he was just being careful since she was a new face showing up at his place and asking for some good weed. It's all she wanted...needed, before she heads out to meet up with her friends. it was the only way she could enjoy a night out. Even if he did think she was some trap, the fancy car parked in his driveway would tell him otherwise.
Though she was 19, she could easily pass for 16 years old depending on how she dressed. At the same time, she could pass for mid 20s young woman if dressed in an elegant dress. Though she could not see much of the inside of his home, it sure looked big enough. Almost as if he was well off…despite his young appearance. And then he shut the door behind him, Alia stepped back to allow him the space and also to keep distance between he two. The long pause he took made her wonder if she was actually at a wrong house? And then he spoke! Hearing his comment confirmed he was the person. And then her eye lit up when he asked, “As much as I can get. Just so I don’t have to come here as often to bother you.”
""Are....are you the guy?"" She asked quickly hesitantly as she stood there at the front steps, “I uhh” she managed to say before he told her to wait there and closed the door behind him. Alia debated if he was calling the cop or have left her hanging there. Doubting herself for having come here, she was tempted to and began to take a step back to leave the scene. Before she could make a move, she found him exit through the door and began to make his way to the side of the house, expecting her to follow him.
‘Well, I came this far. More couldn’t hurt…’ she said to herself as she leapt a few steps forward to catch up with him, “Alia,” she said takin the joint he passed to her, and without asking, she took a drag, quieting the cough down as she was not used to this. “So, do you have the stuff?” she inquired from behind, “I…I hav--- have the money….”
The fact that no one knew where she was the reason why no one would look for her. Her friends would simply think she'd bailed if she wouldn't show up at the club tonight. It would not be her first time."
68,Being Bad (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/being-bad-open.14375/,2021-05-29T01:12:00,Deleted member 8932,"She has never done this before, Fuck Reggie. Julius thought, sending some newb to him to grab a bag. She was clearly inexperienced. ""That isn't how this works."" She needed him to give her some weed, not the other way around. When she said, she wanted to get as much as she could get. ""How much money did you bring with you?"" He asked, figuring it would be easier to make the sale this way. At least she was pretty cute, from what he could tell. ""What?"" he said rhetorically when she asked him if he had the stuff. Was this the first time she had ever bought drugs? ""You need to chill a bit."" He said with a pearly white smile. ""I'm JB.""
He made small talk as he waited for her to present the amount of money she wanted to pay, and he would weigh it on the triple beam appropriately. Though he was a little sad, she hogged the joint a bit. ""A'ight, I'll sell you an ounce for two bills that'll last you a while."" He thought for a moment and figured she might not know what a bill is. ""That's two hundred,"" Julius added just in case she didn't understand his lingo. Once everything had finished up, he had the money, and she had her bag; he smoked the rest of the joint. ""What you up to tonight that you need a whole zip for?"" He asked.
He would listen and let her explain the whole thing as he walked back out the gate to the front, holding it for her. Following behind and taking a glance, this time, he was checking her out. But he kept his comments to himself. Julius took a lean on the hood of his '69 Chevelle SS. A present from his uncle back in Mexico from his mother's side. He could invite her to come with him, but she might not go along with it. Though when she explained what the plans were, he smirked a little. ""How about you call your friends and have them meet you at the Rave on Paradise beach?"" He offered. ""That's where I am headed.""
Julius took this chance to stand, ""I guarantee I can find you something there that will make you feel better than this bud."" He said to her as he got up, fishing the keys from his pocket and unlocking the driver's door. The car was his the house wasn't though he wished he could own it. The place was nice, a modern contemporary mansion that overlooked the ocean and the city. It was getting close to the rave's start, and he wasn't keen on waiting for her answer as he still had to make a drop before he could enjoy himself. There would be no way he had the amount of spending money if he was only selling some weed. So it implied he knew where to get other things. Some of the substances he's tried others he knew better. That didn't stop him from moving it around, though.
Julius started his car, the motor roaring to life, headlights coming on, and he could see her clearly. She was adorable, and now he was kind of hoping she would take him up on his offer. Julius put the vehicle into reverse and backed out the driveway looking at the other vehicle he assumed was her's because he had never seen it around. Still, it was fancy like most of the vehicles in his area. So she was a rich kid. Julius saw a few opportunities here, but time was being wasted. ""What's your number?"" He asked if she wanted to buy more of the weed or whatever else she wanted, then she could get ahold of him directly this way.
"
69,Bent over,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bent-over.18329/,2020-09-17T07:17:00,KingsBounty,"He found himself bent over and his pants down. He was chained to a table. ""Damnit."" He definitely couldn't get free. James tried to remember back to what happened as he heard the door open behind him."
70,Bent over,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bent-over.18329/,2021-08-19T22:10:00,KingsBounty,Bump?
71,Bent over,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bent-over.18329/,2021-08-20T02:43:00,BoundObsession,"I'm tempted to try this one as well, but I think I'll see how the other one goes first. If someone else volunteers for it, don't hold it on my account."
72,Bent over,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bent-over.18329/,2021-08-20T05:21:00,KingsBounty,Sounds good and I'd love to have you in both if you see fit
73,Bent over,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bent-over.18329/,2021-08-20T05:38:00,KingsBounty,I'll reply to the other later. Just got off work and an early long day tomorrow
74,Bored kings and unruly pets,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bored-kings-and-unruly-pets.22349/,2021-07-13T21:53:00,QueenMer,"Today was the day, the day she earned her place in the organization, the day she made her mark. It was supposed to be easy, simple. meet the contact in the early morning, Change into the servant uniform, infiltrate the castle full of vampires, and hope they didn't sniff out that she was a half bred wolf and so far it was going smoothly. She was lucky she could hold a human form and a human scent.
She was to use a room that was going to be empty to be cleaned that day only a floor below the king suite. All was going according to the plan, she had just set the curtains on fire when she turned to see a loyal servant opening the door.
What came next happened quickly, the screaming of a lady in waiting, the metal sound of armor clicking. She had been trapped in the room and never stood a chance with the fire at her back. She went down with a fight though, she even managed to set the room on fire, she swung on the men with a chair but in the end they had swords, and she had nothing.
For now there was only silence as the young red headed woman sat caged within her cell, she had been caught within the walls of the eternal king's court and this time there was no escape. A long sigh fell from her lips as she leaned her body back against the cold stone wall. What would they do, kill her or keep her trapped here to rot either way it seemed her life had come to an end. The thought brought a frown to her face, her life had ended yet they lived on her little fire hadn't gotten far it was meant to spread and burn the place down but this had not been the case. She shifted her body curling one leg under its light frame, she awaited sentencing, awaited the king's arrival perhaps she could spit upon him before she died. This made her smile as she peeled open her bright green eyes to peer at the dull gray ceiling.
She'd take death over rotting here, she was an animal that did not like to be caged for it made her nervous, made her skin crawl and all she wanted to do was get up and slam her body into the metal bars in hope they would fall away and she could escape but there was no escape.
How long had she been sitting here, feeling impatient she rose up moving to those very same bars she wanted to throw herself against, she had heard footsteps. It wasn't the same sound of the guard who made rounds, there was more this time and she knew that he had arrived.
The girl smiled, at last the verdict would come and she would make sure death fell upon her, the young woman seemed to fear nothing in this world and that was what had gotten her here in the first place. Death was better than what could happen. In this land her kind were a delicacy to the vampire over lords. She wasn't quite a werewolf but she wasn't quite human. She couldn't transform into her full form just because she wanted to and sometimes she couldn't help it when she found herself caught between two forms, stuck with ears and tails though the sharpened canines could come in handy.
No, she would have to make sure she found death.
First came the guards and then taking his sweet time arrived the Lord, the king, the ruler of the lands. She leaned against the bars to smile at the man, ""Took you long enough, am I not worth your time my good lord "" the words slid from her mouth full of sarcasm and spirit. ""I was actually hoping you may have died while I was sitting down here,"" her body snapped back as a guard hit the bars with a metal baton and she shared the same dirty look she had been giving the lord to him. ""What you can't even let your Lord defend himself is he that weak,"" she added. As long as these doors were shut they could not shut her up and once they were open she would go down biting and growling like the animal she was.
A scoff fell from her lips as she looked the man up and down with a sharp gaze as if to say she didn't even take him as a threat.
Her gaze drifted to the man she thought to be the king. She was careful not to touch the bars not wanting to give any a chance to grab her. She aimed to piss the leeches off to the point they just ended it quickly. If only she would get off that easy, if only her attitude did not amuse the Eternal king. If only she had a hold on her anger.
The young woman found a growl rumbling in throat. Her green eyes reflected in the dim light like a humans should not even though her appearance and scent said she should be."
75,Breakfast Club RP (OPEN),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/breakfast-club-rp-open.23632/,2021-11-21T20:11:00,xxglowcloudxx,"Claire Standish had changed a lot since that faithful Saturday that she had gotten detention with the four other people that had become so close to her. She wouldn't take back the decision to ditch the first period with Tracy and go shopping. That detention changed her life. Quite literally. She had found friends that were actually her friends and would stand up for her. That would call her out for her bullshit and even put her in her place. Not that she needed it very often. She had grown out of the spoilt brat attitude after the ""group therapy"" session during the detention.
She had another reason to really change. His name was John Bender. She chuckled at how much of an asshole he was when they first met. But like Claire, he was just playing a character for the most part. He wasn't as bad and as rough as people thought he was. John was scared and needed someone to love him. She wanted to be that person for him. No matter what that entailed.
She had tried to have a relationship with him multiple times after that detention, but he just kept giving her excuses. She didn't mind and she wasn't mad. She understood. She understood what he was feeling, especially with the prospect of the five of them having to spilt ways after graduation.
Brian had been accepted to many schools, even two ivy league ones. Yet, he seemed hesitant to go or accept. She felt that hesitancy herself. As much as she wanted to get away from Shermer, her parents, the people, she didn't want to leave the group. She didn't want to leave John. He had enough people give up on him and leave, she didn't want to be added to that list. She knew that was why he was keeping her at an arm's length. He was scared. He was scared that she was going to drop him and run away, leaving him lonely again.
The decision came to Claire in a large envelope. An acceptance letter and packet from Yale. She had forgotten that she had applied there. She didn't want to tell anyone, but if she didn't tell her parents something they would call. She would be forced to go then. She enlisted the help of Brian, under the threat that she would cut every bottom out of every single pair of pants he owned if he told anyone, to help her forge a rejection letter. He had done the same with his parents and accepted admission to the University of Chicago-Shermer. Claire did the same as well, getting her acceptance letter a week later. She acted sad around the group, showing the fake rejection letter and joking that she would have to follow Brian.
She was currently moving into her dorm across town from her parent's house. The University of Chicago-Shermer was not a bad school. The way her parents talked about it made it seem like she was going to prison. They had both tried to bribe her out of going to UCS but she wouldn't budge. At least she was on her own now, with her own little dorm apartment room and bath. She shared the common area and kitchen with three other girls."
76,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-01-15T17:13:00,TheDovah,"
It had been a long but fun day for Grace Evelyn Maris and her friend. They were insanely popular within the cosplaying community and both had patreons to support their fledging careers. They were in costume for a majority of the days and were meeting with fans. Grace was a friend of the Mistress of many faces and it had been months in the making. At first, Grace didn't like the idea of coming toa con but weeks of discord discussions, some light hearted jokes and threats to quit(abiet, in a joking manner) convinced the 6'2 slender redhead.
So, here she was, cosplaying as RWBY's Ruby Rose and signing pictures of herself. It was odd seeing the images of herself in various outfits but she had grown used to it. After having supper at a nearby burger king, she had gone back to the hotel without her friend She often took smutty images for her friend's benefit and loved to partake in the wetlook kink. She often did that variety for her own pleasure.
Their room was a double, the walls were white with a lovely view of the hotel pool and an ensuite bathroom. It wasn't 5 star material but they both agreed to not go crazy. Sure, Grace managed to hit 24k a month and half of that was spent on cosplaying alone. She was wealthy and this was just a rich hobby of hers. They felt it was fair to aim for a 3 star hotel and to not get carried away. The bed was a comfortable double. The ceiling was a bit shabby and the TV was a pay to view service but their laptops were more important to them.
She had unknowingly jerked her friend off during the night by wrapping her hands around the woman's cock and pulled on it. She had no idea of the sexual tension between them and assumed that the heat had caused the damp patches on the bed. The 28 year old was getting the bath ready and had removed the boots of the outfit. ""In the bathroom!"" She called as she leaned over the whirlpool tub. It would fit two people and would be a bit snug. ""Today was great!"" She had a professional black camera set up and had some of her lighting set up. Two large stage lights on each side, the camera was set up. ""Just doing a private photo."" She called out. They were somewhat partners and via photoshop, they made it seem that they were doing shoots together. They often planned to do it but stuff always had to come up!
The following morning, Grace was the first to rise and had a nice healthy breakfast that consisted of porridge with slices of apple and oranges. Afterwards, she showered and got dressed as Nier Automata's 2B. She underestimated the queue for today's competition and would end up regretting drinking a lot of liquids.
This is an old roleplay that I want to continue or rather, restart with someone. It's FxFuta, YC is the futa. Watersports is something I would love to be a major thing. PM me to discuss it.
Candice was just a few inches shorter than her good friend Grace. The Blonde had been doing the convention circuit for quite some time and her skill with needle, thread, makeup and more made her one of the rising stars of the Cosplay world. She couldn't quite recall when she'd become friends with Grace but over time she'd convinced the redhead to join her in the convention circuit and so here they were. The blonde had decided to go with her natural hair color and the ever popular Sailor Moon for her cosplay. Short skirts, and tight tops were always popular though, it did sometimes mean she had to use a heel to re-impose the ""no touching"" rules.
The room was nice, probably a bit better than Candice would normally go for, but it was the same hotel as the con so it meant less walking and half of it was covered by the wealthier Grace anyway even if there had been that bit of weirdness last night. Candice still wasn't sure what had exactly happened and Grace hadn't said a single word about it either. That left the blonde in a real state of confusion. The sexy photo shoot with the two of them in the tub had not made Candice's confusion any better.
Candice was in a different outfit today going as Commander White to match with Grace's 2B. The two had been waiting in line for quite some time and Candice was a little worried about her friend. She touched Grace on the shoulder and said softly, ""You okay? You're wiggling around pretty bad. We've got this though after we sign in we just need to do our thing and I bet we'll be in, at least, the top three."""
78,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-16T22:28:00,TheDovah,"It had been a few years since Grace met Candice at one of the various cons. Initially, she had randomly seen her work during one of her many google searches for cosplayers. It was a minor habit of hers to look for insipiration and to get an idea of what to do next. Candice had really double downed on her area and it worked. Grace was someone who preferred to experiment and whilst some cosplays didn't succeed, some were unexpected. She loved doing new ideas and was open to almost anything. She did often dream of doing a shoot near a waterfall. As much as she would like to do one underneath, she was sad to discover that all that raging water wouldn't mix well with the human body due to the sheer amount of pressure. Instead, she had to settle for either a natural slow flowing waterfall or an artifical one.
The hours passed with little progress made. The queue ever so slowly inched forward and Grace was tempted to leave. It didn't help that she really needed to go to the toilet and was starting to fidget. The smart option would have been to leave but she refused to miss out on a contest. It was the competitive spirit within her and Candice was behind her. She was dressed as Commander White and Grace was eager to see her get soaked in that outfit. She doubted Candice would agree to do a smut focused shoot in the shower or the bath.I won't quit because of it. Just dig deep and..... She let out a small gasp as she felt something warm slowly leak through her leotard. She couldn't believe what her body was doing and could only stand there as she slowly began to urinate herself. The leotard slowly turned transparent as the golden liquid rolled down her legs and onto the black stockings then into the boots. She didn't hear Candice and wanted to let her know what was happening whilst she could discreetly get away with it. So, she slowly pulled the bottom half of her outfit across her whilst pretending to adjust the garment and whispered ""Candice, er... I'm wetting myself."" She didn't want it to stop either. She could feel herself slowly getting aroused as the seconds went by and a part of her wanted to turn it into a raging river. So far, she was hiding it well but she knew it was inevitable that she lose more control. Worse, she wasn't wearing any underwear because of 2B's outfit and intended on demostrating the self destruct gameplay mechanic during the contest.
Ysolde"
79,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-22T02:06:00,Ysolde,"Candice made a command decision, she looked at the person behind them in line and said, ""Hold our spot, we'll be right back I swear and there's ten bucks in it for you."" It wasn't a lot of money but maybe it would get the person to actually hold their spot in line. If worst came to worst she and Grace would have to line back up again and deal with that. It didn't really matter because she figured her friend probably wouldn't want everyone to see what she was doing.
She would do her best to tug Grace to a restroom. ""I've got you Grace, just follow me. We'll get somewhere you can be private okay?"" She hadn't ever dealt with something like this but maybe it was because she herself hadn't had bottom surgery yet. Though she supposed it had nothing at all to do with plumbing really and might have more to do with just how much water her friend had drunk.
In any case she was with her friend and said friend's white bottom was now somewhat transparent and that was messing with Candice's tape job. If too much more stimulus came along she'd end up sporting a lump in her own pants that Commander White never had in the game."
80,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-22T11:40:00,TheDovah,"""Ok."" Grace uttered as Candice took her from the queue whilst trying desperately to stop the flow. She slowly walked with Candice after her friend paid someone to keep their spot in the queue but it was getting harder and harder to walk as the minutes went by. ""Not gonna to happen."" She told Candice as she stopped and felt the floodgates truly open. She blushed as she felt the warmth rapidly spread throughout her crotch. She felt her stockings cling to her legs beneath the black dress as a puddle formed around her boots. She couldn't believe her luck.
After a few minutes, she finally ceased urinating and to her own surprise, she was feeling quite aroused. She looked at her friend before looking down at the front of the dress. ""I'm er... gonna to return to our room."" She informed Candice.
Ysolde"
81,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-24T00:16:00,Ysolde,"There wasn't much to do about things after that so Candice just did her best to stay out of the flow and when it was over she just said, ""Hey, it's okay it happens sometimes. Do you want me to help out? I can bring your outfit to the laundry room and get it cleaned up and we can be right back out in no time. You can wear one of the other outfits in the meantime maybe?""
She wasn't sure if that was the best solution but sometimes her brain still worked on the old idea of see a problem try and fix the problem. With that she knew she was trying too hard so she pulled Candice and gave her a quick hug not caring if that messed up Grace's own outfit. ""I'm here for you okay?""
TheDovah"
82,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-26T17:12:00,TheDovah,"""No."" Grace looked at Candice whilst feeling aroused by her accident. ""By the time i've gotten dressed, cleaned, it'll be too late and..."" She was pulled into a hug by the blonde. Afterwards, she looked down to inspect the damage done to her outfit. The front of the bottom portion of the dress glissened slightly. She slowly pulled it to one side and found herself enjoying the sight of black lace stockings clinging to her legs. She covered her leg up again and didn't bother to attempt to keep both covered up.
She knew that her neatly trimmed red pubic hair would be visible through the leotard but found herself not caring. ""Thanks, babe."" She gently gave her friend an innocent peck on the cheek. ""For being here for me."" She had no clue that Candice was more then just a fan of her work and had aspirations to do more then cosplay with her. ""Let's head back to our room and come up with plans for tonight."" Due to a mixup with booking and the hotel being fully booked, both women had ended with a double bed.
Once they were in their room, Grace locked the door and looked at Candice. ""I'm gonna to er... have a nice bath"" She lied whilst trying to gauge if Candice was any good at seeing through lies. She went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She ran both taps whilst removing the white gloves and removed the black lace eyefold. The material was thin enough to allow her to see through it but it was a bit of a relief to no longer wear it. She sat on the toilet and began to gently rub herself with one finger. ""Aaaah yeaaah, i'm bad."" She uttered as she rubbed the soaked fabric of her leotard against her crotch whilst hoping that the sound of running water would cover her deception.
Ysolde"
83,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-02-28T05:05:00,Ysolde,"Candice gave a small sigh and stepped back and then her cheeks went red as she realized that Grace’s pubic hair was very visible through her outfit. Candice also noted the Shape of the woman’s vulva as well before tearing her own eyes away and looking elsewhere. “Okay, let’s head up and do that. I’ll change into some jeans and a T-shirt and connect my Xbox to the hotel TV to watch some streaming.”
”Oh and anytime hun. We’re friends and I’m here for you.” She went with Grace up to the room and started hooking stuff up. Once she finished the hook ups Candice peeled off her own outfit and began working on the tape. She had to be gentle and careful or it could rip skin so she took her time before her girl was out and hard.
”Use it or lose it” was a common say in the community. Because estrogen could Make it so you shrank or had a hard time getting aroused. So Candice went ahead and grabbed an old shirt before she began playing with herself."
84,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-03-19T21:42:00,TheDovah,"Unaware that her friend was playing with herself, Grace started to moan as she rubbed herself. Her eyes began to flicker as pleasure flooded her core like a raging river. She felt the soaked fabric slowly sink into her crotch and the rubbing turned into fully fledged fingering. She was just about to allow herself to get caught up in the moment when she remembered the bath. ""Shit!"" She uttered as she got up and turned off both taps.Maybe, if I'm quick, I can claim I just took a bath. Yeaaaah, Just a nice bath in the leotard. She removed the top portion of 2B's outfit, leaving her with her lace stockings and leotard and placed the boots ontop of it.
She climbed into the fairly warm water. ""Aaah, now where was I?"" She resumed pleasuring herself for the next five minutes and was unaware of how loud her moans were.
Ysolde"
85,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-03-27T20:19:00,Ysolde,"Candice heard her friend's moans and those were very helpful in getting the blonde woman off. Once she was done, she cleaned up and decided to head out. Maybe not letting her friend know she was masturbating to the other woman's moans was a good plan. So, she went down to the floor and shopped a bit. Checked out some anime and mingled before heading back up to the room.
This time she entered and gave her friend a cheerful smile, ""Hey, feeling any better?"""
86,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-04-01T12:39:00,TheDovah,"""OH yea... oh yeaaa, i'm such a....yeaa.. who...whoo...whoooooooooreeee!"" Grace submerged her face as she let out a loud scream and felt it ripple throughout the water. She resurfaced and proceeded to spend the next hour by herself. She relaxed after her second orgasm and stared at the ceiling whilst thinking about what to do later.Could see if Candy is up for a shoot or we could watch something. Attack on Titan could be binged if Crunchyroll doesn't play up. Hmmm, or, I could have another accident. Nah, probably best to focus on the next outfit and the shoot when I get home. Tomorrow, either Nora Valkyrie or Aloy. Best consult the book to see what i've not done.
It was 3pm when she left the tub and hadn't bothered to change. She almost jumped when Candice entered and spun on her feet, giving her friend a perfect view of the transparent material and her figure. She didn't even blush at being caught in a rather awkward position. ""Yeah, i'm good. Just soaked in the tub."" She could have sworn Candice was somewhat distracted. ""Oh, this? I couldn't be assed to get changed and was just about to call you to see if you fancied watching something.""
Ysolde"
87,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-04-03T05:25:00,Ysolde,"Candice had re-used her tape figuring it had enough strength and things were pretty well tucked. Unfortunately she'd actually been a bit sweaty down there on the floor and the stickyness of the tape had been compromised earlier. No biggie she was headed into the room and going to get changed. Everything would have worked out just fine if only she had not seen Grace standing there with her clothes plastered to her naked body.
""I could watch something."" She felt like the next room could hear the sound of the tape making that ripping sound and her commander outfit no longer had a smooth line in the front at all! Nope, here she was standing in front of Grace sporting quite a bit more than Candice had ever intended to show her friend. Her mind was all over that five ways to Sunday letting her know she really ought to have let Grace know sooner and that this revelation right at this moment was not exactly diplomatic.
""Justletmegetchanged!"" She pushed all the words in one sentence of garbage sounds, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed the first pants she could find. Then she rushed into the bathroom and shoved the jeans on as fast as she could. She came out the door very slowly with a big red blush on her face and said, ""So, ahh I should probably tell you something now huh?"""
88,Building Tension (FxFuta),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/building-tension-fxfuta.24115/,2022-05-06T16:25:00,TheDovah,"Candice seemed to be rather distracted and Grace noticed it. ""Oh come on, Candy, you've seen me like this before."" She lightly remarked, unaware that her friend had been a silent observer to her activity in the tub before departure. ""Besides, we......"" She saw a sudden bulge appear in her friend's commander outfit and it seemed to grow in length. ""Ah, neat. The futa version."" She remarked as she walked towards her friend. ""Let me guess, you're using a shortened noodle?"" She enquired as she grabbed it. ""Or you stuffed a lot of material into a....."" She slowly realised that her friend's prop wasn't a prop at all as she continued to grope Candice.
She let go and watched the woman practically run towards the drawer then the bathroom. She couldn't believe her eyes or rather, what she had felt and was rather intrigued. ""That it's real and ah.... you are er.... aroused?"" She commented with some degree of embarrassment. ""Or... hang on....."" She looked at Candice then herself. ""You wanna do me, don't you?"" She teased.
Ysolde"
89,Bunked with Bloodsuckers,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/bunked-with-bloodsuckers.17778/,2020-08-07T20:38:00,Novellasaurus,"
Hoping for a partner to play a vampire girl! Kinda wanted to try a good boy x Bad girl thing, but the choice of personality is yours!
It was one the longest drive of hislife.
For the past hour, it had been a neverending slither across mostly smooth roads and bumpy dips. Meadow City had a name far too peaceful and simple for the way it carried itself, like an ironic misnomer of sorts. The word Meadow would have one like her to expect a very casual and organized ride to and from certain destinations, like being carried away on a cloud and experiencing nothing but a luxurious time. But instead of anything remotely luxurious, he rode in an eight year old buggie that couldn't keep still for two minutes, littered fast food paraphernalia in the streets, children whose parents allowed them to play in this cold rainy weather, and the occasional rambunctious group of drunkards rolling down the sidewalk. Honestly, he was sure the weather was mocking him by being mostly gentle with the outside world. Most people would not agree with his thoughts; why be outside in such soothing, inspiring downpour when you had a garden of things you couldn't focus on for too long, lest you get a headache?
Dean hated suffering through long travels like this, especially in his aging car. He despised being confined to sit in one spot with only his travel-worthy easel and bag of paint tools in the back seat to keep him company. He clicked the toe of his dark brown shoe with the heel of the other once, then twice, then made them still again. Heat from his slender, slightly muscular body was trapped by the expensively designed sweater and the white undershirt that hugged him tightly, something he was thankful contrasted to the freezing cold of the rain(silly weather report said sunny skies anyway) . There were other rainy times that the tips of his ears stung and once or twice where he thought she could see her own breath in the car--thankfully this was not one of those times. Adjusting his V-neck, he turned on the heat in the car, even though It was July and sure-- it rained often, he supposed, but he never thought that this state actually received cold weather.
He stopped at a red light, waited. He sighed, brown orbs glancing ahead of the steering wheel to see the rain again. The droplets danced their way down the windows in sheets, slithering past his nose like hundreds of miniature rivers. Beyond the window he could see concrete streets and sidewalks swamped by rain that plummeted from the heavens above, creating river channels that fell into the drainage. He wished he could be out there somehow, listening to the calming audio of rain hitting concrete or water sloshing its way down, down, down into the drainage like back at his old home. Or to at least feel some of the icy droplets on his skin, to experience a cold different from the likes of what he could feel inside the stupid buggie.
His mind traced back to two days ago when the green light urged him onward, the web searching he'd been doing in pursuit of a decent job in the college neighborhood--apparently he was the first boy in his family to be off to a big, fancy college. Not exactly a bad thing, since he was keen on seeing more of the bustling cities instead of the sleepy towns. But google had pointed him out to an apartment in particular, something to do with opportunities for two people to stay there, provided they both pay a split bill. He was signed up with some girl, but he forgot the name and was only going to meet her either today or tomorrow. He didn't exactly knowwhenthey would get there--it was a weird process.
Speaking of processes, he had one last step to make in finishing his move. He finally pulled up in front of the sizeable looking apartment, worked up a sigh, hoped the sweater and pants ensemble battled the cold and got out of the car. As he walked up to the door, swallowed and unlocked it with his key, Dean hoped that his life didn't go downhill from here when it was just beginning."
90,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-14T05:04:00,dbspock,"Thomas Snow had driven the route to Xavier's school many, many times. It only made sense as he had been employed there as a staff physician for twenty years....just about when hsi wife had become pregnant with the girl...young woman...sitting next to him in fact. He was coming up on a straitaway and took the opening to divert hsi attention from his driving for a moment as he looked at his daughter sitting next to him. Her hair was blowing in the wind...it was towards the end of summer so not terribly hot, but the breeze from the open windows still felt nice. The black jacket she wore covered her breasts a bit, and he frowned a bit at the idea a boy might soon see them. But it was all part of the experiment, because Caitlin was special in more ways then one. Not only was she attractive and intelligent...she harbored a secret. A secret he didn't think she knew anything about, but that wouldn't last. So he had to find out more about her...how the genetic modifications he'd performed had altered her DNA...and her personality. And to do that, he had to find out how she reacted under stressful conditions. Which was why he'd arranged for the 'book keeping' error that had given her a male room mate. Why he had made sure no other doctor was on duty today, so he could give her her entrance physical. Why she woudl find, if she dared complain, the staff were unwilling to hear, much less address, her concerns. After all, part of the purpose of the school was to learn to adapt to unusual situations, so she might as well start now.
Caitlin, of course, knew none of this. Yes, she knew where he worked...had even visited there a few times, and she knew the school was mostly for those special individuals who had powers. But not all of them. Their academic program was highly regarded, so everyone tried to get in there, but naturally staff had a bit of an edge. An advantage Thomas had already used once to get Caitlin's older brother enrolled. So Caity shouldn't suspect a thing.
""So...nervous?"" He asked the 18 year old sitting next to him. Yes, she really shouldn't be...she knew people on campus, and she wasn't that far from her friends in town. But this was still going to be her first experience on her own, at least a bit, so a bit of nervousness would be understandable."
91,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-14T05:34:00,Winter317,"Sitting in the car having packed up everything to go to Xavier's school for the gifted as it was always a dream come true but Caitlin always thought it was for the students that were gifted in ways that weren't just with how smart they were. Over the time of going to see her father at the school as well she started to come to a realization that maybe she wasn't exactly just human but there was something more about her. And she tried to get to learn more about herself.
Sitting in the car next to her father enjoying the wind on her face and everything else going on around them as he kept driving. He turned to look over at her. ""I mean a little bit, it is a new school but I think I am more excited really though because I know a lot of the people here already just not all of the students. I can't wait to meet some more people there and get to know everyone. Just so happy."" She said once again now as well looking back to her father once again. ""Thank you again for helping me get into this program, I can't wait to be there and just be around so many other smart people and just to talk with them and bounce ideas off of them and learn from each and everyone."" She said so excited once again as she then moved her hair out of her face and then turned back to looking out the window once again."
92,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-14T05:50:00,dbspock,"Wow...some things never change. Thomas thought with a grin as hsi simple question brought forth a torrent of words...enough words to fill the car until they pulled into the gate of the academy. ""Oh, you'll meet plenty of new people. I'm sure you'll get to know your new room mate quite well."" He said, suppressing a grin at the hidden meaning of that statement as he pulled up in front of the medical building. ""I'm glad your happy."" He said as he leaned over, put his arms around his daughter and gave her a tight hug, accompanied by a lingering kiss on the cheek. ""But before you start bouncing ideas off people, we need to get you properly enrolled.""
Thomas got out of the vehicle and walked around to the passenger side where he opened the door for her. ""Go ahead and leave your stuff there. Your brother is in class right now but he'll be out soon. As you know, he's eager to help his little sister get settled in."" Thomas chuckled ...little didn't quite describe Caity anymore, even if she was shorter than the male members of the family. He then turned and led her to the front door and he opened that for her as well
The room looked pretty much like any other doctor's office reception room, except for the fact there was no one else present. Thomas then led Caity down a short hall and gestured her into the exam room. ""You can hang your jacket on the hook over there."" He said as he gestured at the wall."
93,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T00:42:00,Winter317,"Caitlin smiled some more as she looked around once again at the campus as it was even more beautiful then she could remember now as she was younger when she was there last. Smiling and laughing some more as well listening to her father. ""Yes I can't wait to meet her."" She said excited looking at the building and hearing her and nodded. ""I know, I know there is a physical side to it all and I am ready for that as well."" She said as they stopped at the building. She was just about to get out when her door opened thanks to her father.
She nodded once again as she climbed out. ""Yeah I know he was telling me how happy he was going to be to help me move in."" She said sarcastically as they would fight back and forth between the two of them but she did love him as a brother and vice versa. She came inside of the building looking around seeing it was empty as well and just thought nothing of it since she figured that he was helping her that no one else would be here today anyway.
Walking down the hall and looking at the pictures on the wall and seeing all the happy times in there and she nodded once again. ""Oh yeah."" She slides off her jacket and then put it onto the hanger as she turned towards her father as her breasts were almost sticking out of the top already as she looked at him and smiled. ""Which room should I go into and wait for you?"" She figured that it would be her father giving her the exam not thinking that there would be anyone else to be able to do it either. She smiled at her father thinking nothing more of what else could happen being so innocent and a little naive."
94,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T03:13:00,dbspock,"Thomas couldn't help but notice the look of wonder on her face as she took in the campus. Yes, it was a beautiful place to work and it was nice to be reminded of that sometimes. ""I haven't seen the dorm assignment list."" He lied. ""So I'm not sure who your room mate is, so I can't say if she feels the same way...but why wouldn't anyone want to room with you?"" Especially a guy, he thought as he glanced briefly at her chest. Yeah...most guys would love the chance to get a glimpse of those fun bags. And we'll see about that. He thought as well when she claimed to be ready for the physical.
He grinned when she mentioned how annoyed Dave was at helping her settle in. ""Just buy him some ice cream when your done, and he'll forgive you."" Thomas joked. True, the two didn't always get along...what family did...but David cared for his sister more than he wanted to admit. ""And just ask him some questions about the school here...for once, he knows more about something than you do, and he'll probably want to show off."" He chuckled as he escorted her into the deserted building.
""No need for that."" Thomas said with a shake of his head when she asked which room to go into. ""Just take your shirt off and have a seat on the exam table."" He gestured towards said exam table as if his request for her to disrobe was no more unusual than taking off her jacket. ""So...do you have any allergies? Are you taking any medications? Any significant changes to your medical history since your last exam?"" He smiled broadly at her, well aware of the answers to these questions, but he asked them anyway to keep up the illusion this was a standard exam, and not just a reason for him to see her naked."
95,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T03:28:00,Winter317,"Caitlin nodded again as she didn't know if he did see it or not and didn't have any reason to not believe what he was saying either she simled once again. ""Well whenever I meet her, I know we will get along just well and hopefully we will become friends as well."" She said walking down the hallway with her father still as well. She laughed again hearing him talking about her brother again as well. ""Yeah I know the way to his heart and know that he will know more, and he will want to brag about that the whole time until I know more than him which won't be long."" She teased laughing once again as well. ""And maybe we can all go for ice cream later on and we can talk about my first day here."" Smiling more at him again.
She didn't think anything of it as she did just that slipping her shirt off and folding it up nice and neat and putting it on the chair now as well. She then moved over and climbed up and sat on the exam table as well listening to his questions now. ""No allergies what so ever, no medications, and no significant changes to my medical history since my last exam."" She said thinking nothing of it as she just sat there just thinking it is a normal physical exam and she didn't care what he asked as she would answer it the correct way knowing he was just trying to be professional."
96,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T03:53:00,dbspock,"""Oh, I'm sure you will."" He agreed when she talked about her room mate, then laughed when she insulted her brother. ""Let him have this for at least a couple of days, huh?"" He requested, then nodded. ""Yeah...dinner, then ice cream after you get settled in. Sounds like a plan."" He told her, then totally lost his train of thought as his daughter peeled off her shirt in front of him and he just stared at her bra covered breasts for as moment. Damn...they looked even better than he'd pictured them. Of course, he couldn't let on that seeing her naked was the main reason he was conducting her physical.
""No surprises there."" he said as he pretended to enter the data in the computer, but truthfully he was lowering the temperature a few degrees to make her a bit more uncomfortable. He contemplated his next order for a few moments then settled on...""Remove your bra, please?"" He requested, unable to resist the urge to look over at her to watch as she did so...assuming she didn't balk at showing her own father her bare breasts. ""So how about drug or alcohol use?"" He persisted, keeping up the pretense of an exam. ""Or tobacco products?"""
97,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T04:03:00,Winter317,"She sighed again as well as he asked her to let him have it and she agreed. ""Fine, I think I can allow it for a week or so. But no more than that."" She said now as well. She smiled once again as she went back to looking around the office they were in as well and she didn't think anything about it. She could feel it starting to get colder in there as well but she just assumed it was her calming down and with her shirt off and everything. Her nipples were already hard and poking through her bra showing off to him as well.
Her head came back to him as he asked her to remove her bra as she reached back and covered her breasts as she did remove her bra. She didn't think much of it knowing that she would probably have to get undressed completely for the physical as well. She put the bra down next to her on the table and then covered her breasts still with her arm now as well as it was her father still. She shook her head again. ""No drugs, alcohol or tobacco products either."" She said as well as she was relaxed still as well and her nipples were only getting harder against her arm."
98,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T04:12:00,dbspock,"""A week? How generous of you."" Thomas said sarcastically...this was a side of Caitlin most people didn't see, and it was just David's bad luck he took the brunt of it. Of course...David may have a bit of an edge now at the school that neither of the siblings knew about. But how could he follow that line of reasoning when this hot girl was naked from the waist up right in front of him? The fact this was his daughter only made it more exciting, not less, especially as she held her arms up defensively in front of her, preventing him from seeing the nipples he knew had to be hardening in the cool air.
""Any piercings or tattoos you haven't told me about?"" He teased her gently, as if that was the reason she was hiding her tits from him. ""Then take off your pants and get on the scale."" He requested, modifying the order slightly, curious if she'd still attempt to hide her breasts even as she revealed her panties to him. And as with most teenagers, she was probably a bit obsessed with her weight, so he was curious what her reaction woudl be when the modified scale added ten pounds."
99,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T04:20:00,Winter317,"She smiled more and laughed again as he said that back to her sarcastically as well. She was just thinking nothing more than a normal physical still as well as he was typing again and she allowed it to happen. She kept her arm over her breasts still as well and even switched it so it was her other arm covering her breasts as she didn't want to be one of those people just to flash anyone and everyone her breasts now either. She was trying to be modest and not just show off her body the whole time.
She looked at him as he asked that and she shook his head. ""No tattoos or piercings besides my ears."" She said to him now not even thinking of moving her arm just yet either that is until he asked her to strip the rest of the way and step onto the scale now. She knew what she weighed as well and stood up off of it and turned her back to him and started to take her pants off. She was wearing baby blue lace panties which matched her bra as well. She stuck her ass out at him as she picked up her pants and folded them and put them onto the table next to her bra. She kept her breasts covered turning back to him. ""Completely naked right?"""
100,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T04:28:00,dbspock,"Thomas wondered if she realized that trying to be modest and hide her breasts was just making them more alluring. Probably not...as far as he knew, Caitlin didn't think of her body that way. She was probably trying not to embarrass him, and he was quite enjoying the game as he played a little game of strip tease with her.
""Well, we'll see about that."" He teased her. Not that he thought she was lying to him, but he just liked thinking about the fact she'd soon be totally nude in front of him, unable to hide anything. She then had her back to him and he couldn't help smiling since she couldn't see it anyway. Not being able to see her tits was almost worth it the way she was wriggling her ass taking her pants off. ""That's right."" Thomas agreed. He had been considering letting her keep those cute panties he'd bought for her a little longer, but if she was going to volunteer to put her birthday suit on, he wasn't goign to object.
""So...are you sexually active?"" He asked as he continued the exam questionnaire."
101,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T04:50:00,Winter317,"She stood there with her back to him still as she waited for his answer to the question now as she then heard the answer now as she started to take them down and picked them up as well and put them with the rest of her clothes as she turned her self not to show off her privates to him either. She looked over at the scale again and started that way covering her breasts still and trying her best to make it so he couldn't see her pussy either. She sighed again and then stepped onto it and waited for it to show her weight and she shook her head. She didn't say anything and stepped off of it and back onto it now as well, she didn't know if it was wrong or what it was with the scale now. She didn't say anything though as she started to think worse.
She turned back to him as he asked that question as she couldn't help but blush some at the question. ""No, I have not done anything like that."" She than quickly said waiting for him to come over and see the weight as she felt worse for herself thinking about what could of made her gain that weight now as well getting her more insecure about herself and her body."
102,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-15T06:52:00,dbspock,"There were two things that came to Thomas's mind as his daughter stripped naked in front of him. The first was it was almost cute how she tried to preserve her modesty by keeping her back to him and covering her breasts. The first was that it was only giving him a nice long view of her ass...and she had a very nice ass as well...and the second was that with her back to him, she couldn't tell where he was looking, or if he was smiling about it or not. Thomas even reached down and took a quick video of her as she stepped on and off the malfunctioning scale, as if the numbers would magically change.
He had the camera put away by the time she turned and admitted she was a virgin. ""Well, that's good to know."" He stated, quite pleased he'd finally gotten her to blush, and he stepped closer to her to look at the scale...and if she wasn't careful, get an eyeful of her front side as well. ""Where are you in your menstrual cycle?"" He asked next as she stepped on the scale, and he looked at the number displayed.
""One hundred twenty seven pounds."" He announced, erasing any doubt she may have had that she was reading the scale incorrectly. ""Now for your height."" He pointed towards the wall with the height markings on it. ""Put your back up agaisnt that and stand up strait."" He instructed her, well aware she'd have a much harder time hiding her privates from him if she did so."
103,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-16T00:55:00,Winter317,"She still didn't believe the scale but still thought about it all as well as she didn't know what to think and thought that her father wouldn't do anything like that as it wasn't even a thought in her mind at this point. She was lost in the thought of her weight when he asked about her cycle now as well. She blushed again as she didn't think it would come up actually. ""I just had a period last week."" She said honestly still now as well and bite her lip moving towards the other wall now as well.
She still didn't believe the weight as she stopping thinking about covering herself up some as well and walked over that way. She then turned and put her back against the wall as she kept her hands down by her side trying to stand as straight as she could now as well. She kind of even forgot that she was naked still as she stood there with her nipples hard as anything in front of her father now as well waiting for him to come and take her height now as well. As she stood there she did look back at her father again. ""I think something is wrong with your scale...... I didn't weigh anything close to that yesterday and I don't weigh that now."" She said interested in telling him the truth as she had completely just kept her self uncovered for him to enjoy."
104,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-18T09:23:00,dbspock,"Sher was more embarrassed about her menstrual cycle than she was about being naked in front of him, Thomas noted as she blushed. Interesting...and worth exploiting. ""Interesting."" was all he said in response, curious if she'd be self conscious enough to wonder what he meant by that, and start reviewing her behavior a week ago to see if she was displaying signs of PMS. Of course, those thoughts were quickly driven out of his mind by the next thing she did.
Wow. Just...wow. was all he could think as she dropped her arms and turned to face him, leaving her nudity on full display for him. It was quite the sight, so Thomas stretched it out a bit by pretending to key some data into his computer while he lowered the temperature a couple more degrees. ""What's your diet like?"" He continued to ask questions off the form, then suppressed a grin as he remembered his trick with the scales. In this context, that could be taken wrong, and part of him hoped it was. ""Are you feeling any discomfort?' True, that question was a bit early in the exam process, but under the circumstances he couldn't resist asking it right after she'd displayed her body to him."
105,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-18T15:33:00,Winter317,"She stood there thinking about it all as well as she heard what he had said and wondered why he said it thinking that it could of been because of something else. She was going to over think this as well just like everything else she had done so far as well. She stood there and realized what she had done and finally covered up her breasts and blushed once again. ""I.... I am sorry."" She said softly feeling even worse now that she just revealed everything to her father as she was upset over something like that.
She listened to his questions about her diet. ""I have a normal diet, I don't go anything crazy. Some days I feel like I need more energy so I eat a little more. I listen to my body for how I feel and what I am in the mood to eat."" She said honestly as would have days where she would eat more and she was never really sure why until she was starting to realizing there was something more about her. She looked back at him once again. ""No, no discomfort? Why do you ask that question right now? You haven't touched me and I have no reason to feel any discomfort, I am not bloated or anything like that either."" She said as she was starting to wonder more about this test now."
106,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-18T23:47:00,dbspock,"Thomas blinked up at her in pretend confusion as he stood up from hsi chair. ""Sorry for what?"" He asked, actually disappointed she was covering herself again. Or at least sort of covering herself as he could still see her naked waist. He nodded at her explanation of her diet...not that he really cared, Caity was clearly in great shape no matter what the rigged scale said.
That was not the answer he had expected when he asked abotu discomfort. ""That's the next question on the list."" He claimed. ""Some people are in pain, and they don't think to mention it unless asked. Why would you mention me touching you in the same breath as discomfort?"" He inquired, pretending this was just another patient and he didn't know full well why she was uncomfortable being naked in front of him.
She was a few inches shorter then him as he had no problem walking up next to her and marking her height on the wall. ""Five foot six?"" He asked with a frown, even though the true reading was an inch shorter. ""Did you shrink, or are you slouching?"" He asked with a grin, then poked her in the stomach, just like he had done when she was a little girl and he was trying to measure her height. ""Stand up strait."" He teased her."
107,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-19T02:32:00,Winter317,"She looked back at her father once again as he asked that. ""I am sorry for the outburst from me along with just showing myself off to you completely, that was wrong of me to do."" She said as she wasn't nervous about being naked especially with it being her father but there wasn't many people that did see her naked at this point in her life either. ""And I mentioned the discomfort because I wasn't sure what you meant by it actually. That is why I said that to you. I do not feel any discomfort at all just me being awkward and talking to much right now."" She said blushed once again and looking down.
She heard the words he said about and didn't remember exactly what her height was at this point as she was trying to stand up as straight as she could. But she could have been slouching because she was trying to not show off here whole naked body to him. She felt him poke her stomach again as he did that and nodded again. ""Sorry."" She said once more as she adjusted now and stood straight up as well. ""What is it now?"""
108,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-20T05:30:00,dbspock,"""I wouldn't call it showing off. Nudity is a requirement during a medical examination."" Thomas pointed out, ignoring the fact it was not normal for the subject to be your own daughter, or to enjoy it so much. ""And no discomfort? Not even if I do...this?"" He teased her as he reached up and lightly tickled her rib cage. She'd given no reaction to being poked in the stomach, but he knew she was ticklish from some of their roughhousing while she was growing up, so he figured she'd react to that.
Five seven."" Thomas said with a nod...that's more like it. Now get on the table and lay on your back...let's run you through the scanner. It's much more sophisticated than most doctor's offices have...we should have a good baseline for your health in no time."""
109,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-21T00:43:00,Winter317,"She did jump a little bit now as well as he poked her ribs now as well. ""You know I am ticklish still as well."" She said to him trying to move away now as well hating to be tickled. ""And still no discomfort at all."" She said as well as she did think about what he said as well about the nudity being apart of the exam as well. She nodded believing him as it was apart of it but she didn't really think about the fact that it was her father and she should probably have a gown or something.
Caitlyn heard the height now as well and nodded as that was right as well as it seemed like she was still the same height. She looked at her father and then over at the table now and nodded. She moved that way over there and laid back on the table now as she laid there and figured that she could just let it show as he probably saw her naked before but not at this age before. She wondered just how much longer this would take as well."
110,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-21T05:10:00,dbspock,"Damn, her ass looked good when she jumped like that. Good enough that he brought his hand to her ribs again and kept tickling her as she walked across the room...another simple action made much more enticing by her lack of clothing. ""Just making sure."" Thomas teased her as she climbed on the table, giving him a good look between her legs as well. He brought the scanner up over her body and stepped across to the computer once again. ""Just put your arms down to your side and try and relax."" He instructed her, then once she had done so he activated the device which began to run what looked like a spotight over her body as the monitor next to her began displaying her vital signs."
111,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-22T01:00:00,Winter317,Caitlyn watched that happen as well and moved away when he tried to tickle her again and after she was on the table and she just breathed normally. The bed was cold and that made her shiver once again before he started the scan. Keeping her hands down at her side as her breasts were very perky and her nipples were rock hard at this point as well. She closed her eyes some as it was a bright light and could hear the vitals started as well. She didn't know what to think of it but just like she was on display now as well and she didn't know how to feel about that.
112,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-23T07:38:00,dbspock,"Ordinarily the scan would have been done by now, but it appeared things were a bit behind schedule as the next humiliating thing hadn't happened to her yet. She was there on the table, perfectly exposed...
Her brother David walked in the door. ""I thought we were..."" He began before he saw his 'little' sister laid out on the table without a stitch of clothing on, her breasts sticking out like little mountains, and that area between her legs. ""Holy..."" He said, his eyes wide. He'd never thought of his sister as attractive before...she was just Caity...but now he'd probably never look at her the same way again."
113,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-24T02:31:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn now as well laid there wondering just how much longer this would go on for now as well as she didn't expect what was going to happen next. She was about to say something when the door opened and didn't realize who it was at first until she heard the voice. It took her another second before she finally realized and blushed hard. She then moved out of the way and started to cover herself once again. ""What the hell is wrong with you?"" She said starting to get up quickly and moving over to grab her clothes and put her pants and shirt on as quickly as she could now.
She then looked back at her father. ""We are done now right?"" She asked as she was bright red and just wanted to get out of there and away from everyone completely at this point."
114,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-24T19:38:00,dbspock,"In truth, t was only seconds that Caitlin lay there exposing herself to him, but it seemed like forever...long enough for Dave to have the presence of mind to bring up his phone and snap a quick photo. Caity had always acted superior to him (true, she was smarter and therefore a better student, so it hadn't been without cause) but now he had some ammo to use against her. ""What do you mean what's wrong with me?"" He snapped back. ""I'm here to help YOU, like YOU asked."" He then grinned as he saw Caity trying to put her clothes on as rapidly as possible, forgoing her underwear. ""What...no hug for your brother?"" He teased her.
Thomas hit a button on the computer, and a warning tone sounded in the room. ""We almost were."" He claimed when she asked if she was finished. ""But you got up too soon and ruined the test, so we'll have to start over, though I suppose we can forgo the height and weight this time."" Caity was clearly embarrassed ...he'd never seen her so red...so the plan was working perfectly, even if her other persona hadn't presented itself yet. But perhaps a reminder that her supposed overweight was now part of her medical record woudl make it worse."
115,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-24T19:48:00,Winter317,"She looked back at her brother and didn't even realize that he was able to get a picture of her like that at all now as she was just so embarrassed and blushing red. She looked at him again. ""Don't you start that with me. You know you weren't told to come this way so why would you come back here? And no you don't get a hug at all."" She said now as well hating this so much as she could feel something starting up in her as well as it was like a voice telling her to let her out and she shook her head just trying to push it aside now as well.
She looked back over at her father now hearing the siren now as well as he said that to him now as well. ""No I think we are done."" She said now hoping that it would be enough. ""You had me there long enough didn't you? I mean come on."" She said really just embarrassed feeling some what humiliated that her brother just waked in seeing her completely naked and still not realizing she didn't grab her bra or panties at this time either."
116,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-25T04:44:00,dbspock,"""You told me to meet you here so I could give you the tour and help you move in."" David replied. He couldn't quite recall the exact conversation, but he certainly hadn't expected to find that! And of course, he couldn't help but rub it in a little. It wasn't often he got that kind of ammo to use on her. ""How was I supposed to know you were lying around naked?"" He jabbed at her, then ignored her declaration he didn't get a hug as he moved in and wrapped his arms around her. Another advantage he had over her was that he was stranger and taller, and he used both of those to his benefit now.
""Fine, if you want to reschedule, we can."" Thomas said with a shrug. The knowledge she'd have to strip in front of him again soon would no doubt cause her a bit of anxiety, which he counted as a good thing. He turned the monitor so she could see where the screen said 'incomplete'."
117,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-25T15:23:00,Winter317,"She just felt disgusted at this point as well and didn't know what to think or do either and was just lost in her mind and thinking about everything else that just happened now. She then felt her brother start to hug her and it snapped her back and she started to hit him now. ""Get off of me. I told you no hugs for you."" She said trying to get away from him now as well as she didn't want to be touched by anyone at all at this moment. She just felt so weird from all of this and didn't know how to handle it what so ever.
She was finally able to get away from her brother and groaned out again as she was just glad as she stepped away from him again so he couldn't do it again. She looked over and saw that it did say incomplete now and she hated that feeling as well. ""We will have to reschedule that for another time then. I just want to get my stuff into my room and take a nap or something."" She said annoyed, flustered and embarrassed as well. She just wanted away from them all completely. ""Take me to my room, one of you please."""
118,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-26T02:25:00,dbspock,"""Nice to see you to."" Dave said sarcastically, ignoring the hits his sister gave him until he had completed his hug, but even after that he kept up hsi proximity to her. It wasn't often he saw her this rattled and he wanted to take advantage of it.
""Fine...I'll see you tomorrow then."" Thomas said with a shrug, secretly pleased Caity woudl have to deal with the knowledge she'd have to get naked in front of him all over again the next day. He was actually a bit surprised her brother's appearance hadn't forced the emergence of her powers...that had to be humiliating for her, being seen totally nude like that by her sibling, but it seems that hadn't been enough.
""I can take you."" Dave said with a shrug, finally sealing a little bit of pity for her. ""Let's grab your stuff and head over there. Do you have a room number?"""
119,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-26T02:32:00,Winter317,"She was fighting back from having her other side of her coming out in her still as well and fought it hard as she didn't want to do this again at all right now. And didn't want to bring out that side to her as she didn't know if her father or brother knew about it either. She would pay for it though as well and turned her head as she breathed out some frost from her lips as well. She fought it hard still and looked back at it all still. ""Fine."" She said to her father now as well and turned to leave the room leaving her bra and panties behind her as well.
She walked that way and out towards the car as well. ""My room number is 216. I think it is."" She said now as well. ""Do you know who my roommate is either?"" She asked wondering hoping to change the subject and get his mind off of her naked body right now as well. She just wanted to forget about all of this and just move on with everything."
120,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-27T07:06:00,dbspock,"Thomas knew he'd lowered the temperature in her a bit...but that cold? And he was sure he saw a hint of frost on Caity's breath...or was that just wishful thinking? In any event, he'd pushed her as far as he could for now, so there was nothing left but to let her leave with ehr brother...who seemed more than interested in giving her a hard time, even if he knew nothing of his sister's hidden personality. No...he was being obnoxious because that was just what brothers did.
For his part, David grinned a bit as he lagged behind a moment and snagged Caity's underwear, shoving it in hsi pocket before he followed her. He wasn't quite sure what he was goign to do with it yet, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. He raised his eyebrow a bit when she gave her room number...or what she thought was her room number. ""If you can't remember for sure, we might have to check in at the admissions desk. You wouldn't want to walk into the wrong room and find some guy changing clothes, woudl you?"" Yes, he was goign to get a lot of mileage out of this. Clearly her attempts to get hsi mind off it were futile. ""And no idea. I didn't find out who my room mate was until we both wound up in the same room."""
121,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-28T01:14:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn still fought back changing there as well as she was nervous to who could of knew what she was and knew her brother had no clue either. She started down the hall way still not know what else was going on with everything. She kept walking back out and heard what he said and swung back hitting him hard with her fist now. ""Stop it... please."" She said still annoyed as well hating this all as well. She knew she wouldn't live this down at all but there was something about sitting in the back of her head as well.
""Yes we should go to the admission desk then and go to figure out what room I am in exactly. Where is that at?"" She asked now walking with him looking around at the campus again once more. She took a breathe starting to feel better as well. And she didn't like that he didn't know who her roommate would be as she was hoping that she would be able to get to know them and be friends with them quickly. She walked with him that way. ""And dad said he would bring the stuff by later."" She said to David as well walking thinking as well."
122,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-28T06:14:00,dbspock,"David grunted a bit with surprise...he hadn't expected to be hit. So naturally he lashed back, striking Caitlin a soft blow to the chest area...the fact his hand glanced off the breast he had just seen was just a coincidence, of course. ""What?"" He chuckled, feigning ignorance at her discomfort. But he wasn't a total jerk and began to lead his sister towards the admissions office. He nodded at her declaration abotu her stuff...as long as he didn't have to move it, he didn't care what happened to it. And David didn't know their father intended to deliver it tot he wrong room at first...another annoyance for Caity to deal with.
""Hey, Sarah."" David said as he walked into the office and nodded towards the young woman sitting at the counter. ""This is my little sister."" Of course he emphasized the little part. ""We just wanted to be sure what room she was in."" The woman nodded and simply laid her hand on top of the computer, which quickly brought up a screen in response. ""Room 316."" She said with a smile."
123,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-29T00:59:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn looked at him now as he hit her back and she was in shock now as well and also the fact that he just basically punched her in the breast now as well. ""What the hell was that for you, you just punched me in the boob?"" She said a little annoyed by that now as well shaking her head as she walked around campus to the administration office as well and inside. She looked around that place as well and took in the beauty of this building hearing him talking to one of the girls there. She smiled and even gave David a look when he introduced Caitlyn as his little sister. She hit him again as well. ""But a lot smarter though."" She said clarifying as well.
Caity now smiled more hearing the room she was in. ""Oh that is great, I can't wait to meet my room mate. Does it actually say who my room mate is or do I have to meet her when I get there?"" She asked hoping that they would be able to tell her who her roommate was or atleast give her a name of knowing what to think towards it all. Once the woman said no that they don't have that actually, Caitlyn sighed some now as well. ""Th..thank you anyway Sarah."" She said to her starting to head towards the door with David once again. ""Come on let's go to my room now and I will text dad where to go for my stuff."""
124,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-30T08:25:00,dbspock,"""You just punched me."" David protested, not sure what her problem was. Caity got in a bad mood sometimes, but they usually got on better than this. And when she punched him again...well, he had no choice but to punch her back, this time hitting her in the other boob. They made such a tempting target, and he didn't notice the surprised look Sara gave him. ""Smart enough not to get caught naked, then get upset about it."" He protested when his sister once again insulted his intelligence. True, it wasn't the best come back, sort of proving her point, but it was still fresh on his mind so that was the ammo he used.
""Why are you so worried about your room mate?"" David asked with a frown as he led her towards the dorms. ""It's not liek it's goign to be someone you know, so knowing their name won't help."" Of course, learning her room mates name was John woudl have told them both a crucial fact about said room mate, but neither of them knew that right now."
125,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-04-30T18:51:00,Winter317,"Caity looked at him once again as she just got punched in the other boob. ""Because you punched me in the boob and now in the other boob as well."" She said in shock still about everything as well right now hating this but knowing how she usually treated her brother as well. She sighed again and then heard him say that about getting caught naked now as well and she was shocked. ""Can you please stop with that?"" She asked wondering as well and hoping trying to be nice to him some hoping he would drop it. She knew he would use that but never thought that there would be someone around either when he said it. She saw the look on the girl's face and sighed again. ""Come on David."" She said pulling him along now and away from her.
""And I am wondering because I would like to know who I am rooming with in hopes that I could look them up before actually meeting them to see if we would like each other."" She said walking along with her brother back outside now as well. ""Lead the way since you know where you are going."" She said hoping that he would drop it now as she was hoping to change this all completely."
126,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-03T06:30:00,dbspock,"""You had it coming."" David retorted, though at the moment he couldn't quite remember why. Not that he really cared...he'd gotten the last blow in, so as far as he was concerned he'd won. Especially as she displayed her irritation at being reminded he'd seen her naked. He didn't resist as she dragged him along, hsi mind already running through ideas of how he coudl use hsi newfound leverage over her. ""I could stop...if you help me get a date with Sara."" He told her...partially teasing her, but also quite serious.
He shook hsi head at her explanation of why she wanted to know abotu her room mate. ""Sure...stalking her before you meet her is a great way to make a good first impression."" He said as he rolled his eyes as he led her to the dorm, then led her into the elevator, playfully crushing her agaisnt the wall as he pressed the button for the third floor."
127,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-04T00:57:00,Winter317,"She looked back at him again as he shook his head as well as he said that now. Caitlyn shook her head still pulling him along as well. ""Really you want to date Sara.... that is the way you would stop."" She asked now as they were outside moving towards the building as well shaking her head. ""Why do you really want to date Sara? Is there anything else you would want besides that?"" She asked hoping there would be anything else than dating her best friend as that would just be weird to her. And she shivered as that happened as well. Once in the building and he crushed her on the elevator as she tried to push him off of her. ""Get off of me you weirdo.""
She kept trying to push him off of her still as they were the only two in the elevator right now and she didn't realize that her nipples were still rock hard and poking him the whole time. ""Come on please."" She said hitting him again trying to do anything right now. Finally getting to their floor. ""Come on this is my floor, maybe dad is there getting my stuff in there."""
128,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-07T05:47:00,dbspock,"""That would do it."" He agreed as his sister pulled him along, seemingly eager to get to her room. For his part he had no reason to resist so he allowed her to haul him along. ""Well, money woudl be nice, but you don't have that much."" He teased her when she asked for an alternative. Truthfully he woudl have settled for naked pictures of Sara as well, but he really doubted THAt woudl fly so he didn't mention it.
""YOU'RE the weirdo."" He retaliated, even though he knew she was right, but the feel of her breasts pressed up agaisnt him...well, she might be smarter, but he was stronger, and he took advantage of that fact as he crushed her agaisnt the side of the elevator, quite enjoying the fact he KNEW she didn't have a bra on. He finally relented when the elevator door opened and he stepped back to allow her to exit...slapping her on the ass as she did so. ""That's for hitting me earlier."" He told her softly as they walked down the hall. Their father was nowhere in sight, but there were a few students, both male and female, in the hall as they approached Caiy's room."
129,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-08T02:15:00,Winter317,"She groaned out as he kept her against the wall of the elevator now as well trying to push him off still as she knew he was stronger and she couldn't get away from him. She sighed feeling him finally pull away as the doors to the elevator opened now and she started out of the elevator and jumped and yelped feeling that. She turned to look at him quickly not saying anything but she stopped herself as she felt more eyes on her. She started to turn and everyone was looking at her as she blushed now as well. ""You jerk."" She said moving that way towards her room.
She walked down the hall way trying to just avoid the eyes as she knew they were all still looking at her as she yelped that way as well. Finally getting to her room and looking around for their father as well. ""Where is he?"" She asked and sighed some and didn't look at the door besides for the number on it as she started inside now. THankfully the room was empty at this time as she felt okay about that and moved in farther looking around the room. ""This will work for me. I like it a lot."" She said moving over and seeing which bed she wanted as well as she decided on the one farther away from the door and she could wake up and look out the window at everything. She went and took in the view which was beautiful to her."
130,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-10T06:06:00,dbspock,"""Takes one to know one."" He shot back immediately, even though he knew he deserved it after the way he'd treated her. Not that he was inclined to stop, of course. He finally had some leverage over her and he intended to use it.
""Probably busy."" He said with a shrug. ""Dad does have other responsibilities than you, you know."" He taunted her, then shrugged. ""It's a pretty standard layout."" He said. Yes, it had a bit nicer furnishings than woudl typically be found in a college, but that was Xavier's for you. He walked up next to her and placed his arm aroudn her shoulder, giving her a brotherly hug as he looked out the window with her.
""There's the lake and the boathouse."" He said as he began to point out some landmarks. ""The football field doubles as a landing zone when needed. That's staff housing over there. Classrooms are next door. Professor Ororo takes care of the gardens and hedge maze. Don't pick a flower without permission, but she always says yes."""
131,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-11T03:03:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn stood there taking in the whole campus now as it was so so beautiful as she just tuned out what he said to her about everything. She then sighed as he talked about their father now. ""I know I know I know."" SHe said quickly as well. ""I just hope he shows up soon enough I will need my stuff and I would like to shower as well."" She said and that is when she realized she wasn't wearing a bra or panties at this time but she wasn't going to let her brother know it, even though he already knew it.
She tried to listen to what he said about where everything was as she looked around at everything she pointed as she started to wonder where her bra and panties could be at this point in time as well. She heard something about flowers and looked back at him once again. ""Oh that is good to know, I wouldn't want to do anything to get someone mad at me at all. So I would ask you know that but I also would just go around picking flowers either."" She said now shaking her head once again."
132,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-12T06:45:00,dbspock,"""Well, you don't need your stuff to shower."" He pointed out. ""I mean, if you need soap and a towel or soemthing, my rooms right down the hall and I can get you some."" For once, he was actually trying to be helpful. Yes, he might give Caity a hard time, and she him, but if she actually had a problem and he could help, well there was no reason not to. Also, goign back to his room woudl give him a chance to hide her underwear.
""You'd think most people woudl know better without being told, but some people lack common sense, I guess."" he replied as he trailed off, his impromptu tour of the grounds over and he waited to see if she'd take him up on his offer or not."
133,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-13T00:51:00,Winter317,"She stood there as he talked about that as well and thinking that maybe she could do that as well but also she kind of just wanted to get away from everything right now as well. She looked back at him once again. ""B... but I would rather not smell like you. To be honest."" She teased some even though she did like how he smelled as he always did seem to smell good but she wasn't going to him that at all. She was trying to get the upper hand once again as she thought about it. ""F...fine I wouldn't mind using your stuff. And a towel of yours. You are going to have to give me some of your clothes as well to wear."" She said now as well giving him a look as well."
134,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-14T06:15:00,dbspock,"""What? Are you saying I smell?"" He demanded as he tilted hsi head to sniff his armpits, then couldn't help laughing as he raised his arm and used his greater height to shove his armpit into her face for a few moments before he retreated. ""And clothes? Why? You look fine without them."" He teased her. He'd been trying to be a good brother and help her out, but the opening she'd given him was just too good to pass up."
135,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-15T01:44:00,Winter317,"She couldn't help but blush hearing him as she pulled away trying her best not to smell him as he did that and she wanted to be away from him. She pushed him away as well."" Get away from me and just go get that stuff."" She said giving him a look as she couldn't believe that he would say that to her either. She should of assumed that he would do something like that as well. ""Wh...why do you have to do that?"" She asked wondering now shaking her head again. ""J...just go get the stuff please. I would like to shower and just try and relax some."" She almost begged him now."
136,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-22T21:46:00,dbspock,"Damn, she's cute when she'd embarrassed David thought as hsi sister turned an interesting shade of red. ""Say please."" He teased her when she shoved him away and tried to give him an order. ""Do what?"" He asked innocently, as if he had no idea who she'd be offended, but then she actually said please and he relented. ""Be right back."" He promised her as he headed out of her room and towards his own, which was indeed right down the hall. He grinned for a moment as he got her a pair of his old shorts. They were blue and should cover her well enough...fi they stayed up, which might be a bit problematic as the elastic was a bit stretched. He also grabbed a yellow shirt for her that, with her chest, he knew woudl be a bit tight on her, and probably leave her belly button exposed. He also grabbed a bottle of shampoo, a bar of soap, and a hand towel...smaller than she would have liked, he was sure, but it was a towel, as he agreed. Mission accomplished, he bundled it up and headed back to her room.
""Here you go."" He told her as he held the bundle out to her."
137,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-23T23:56:00,Winter317,"She was still hating every second of this hoping that they father would show up soon enough and she wouldn't have to use his stuff or wear his clothes either as she wonder what else he could bring back to her. She felt like she was on display at this point with only wearing the clothes she had on and nothing under them as she forgot about her bra and panties. She shifted as she moved over to sit on the bed now as well. She was having a full on conversation with herself as it seemed like Frost was coming back to her and wanting to take control but she was pushing her back knowing what could happen if she came out. She was almost pleading with her hearing someone coming back now she pushed it aside and saw David come back in. She was thankful up until he showed the towel. ""No.... no I will not get washed with just that. You need to have a bigger towel than that, that I can use. That isn't even considered a towel, it is a wash cloth."" She said wanting to just take him down quickly and punch him in the balls right now."
138,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-28T05:38:00,dbspock,"Thomas, of course, had no intention of showing up. Caity's day had started out embarrassing by stripping in front of him, then gotten worse by being seen naked by her brother, but it still wasn't bad enough to bring out her alternate persona. So Thomas had to make sure she kept having a bad day, and depriving her of her luggage was one way to do that.
No surprise Caity wasn't grateful for the towel he offered her, and David sighed. ""Not a clean one."" He informed her when she requested a larger one. ""And it's bigger than the one you have,"" He pointed out, which of course wasn't much of an accomplishment as the only things she had access to right now were the clothes on her back."
139,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-05-29T21:32:00,Winter317,"She was having an internal argument with Frost as she wanted to come out and just tell him to bring a bigger towel at this point and she wanted to just beat the crap out of him. The fact that she didn't have any clothes for herself and didn't have any clean clothes since her father still hasn't shown up either. She didn't want this to happen at all and wanted her day to get better. She looked back to her brother again. ""I can't wash with that though, that is a wash rag and not a real towel."" She groaned out again as she was still fighting in her head with Frost who was fighting to take over as her eyes were starting to change some as well.
She closed her eyes and looked down some as well as she could tell something was going to happen but wasn't sure what it was. ""Fine I will do whatever I have to and get whatever I have to myself."" She said annoyed still as well and wanting to get away from this all. And to top it all off, her roommate was finally starting to show up to their room as well."
140,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-06-14T06:17:00,dbspock,"""You can't wash with a wash rag?"" David mocked hsi sister. For someone who was supposed to be smart, she coudl sure be stupid sometimes. ""If you are worried abotu drying off, maybe you could just run around the room naked and flap your arms...that woudl help."" He teased her. He was willing to help her, but she was rejecting hsi help so he wasn't inclined to do a whole lot more. Besides, the image of her running naked aroudn the room to dry off was too funny not to share, even fi he doubted she woudl appreciate it.
He had no idea how close he was coming to helping their father succeed in hsi plan to produce her alter ego. ""Fine...do whatever you want then, you always do."" He said as he turned to exit the room, giving ehr the privacy she seemed to need to take her shower...until her room mate showed up, of course, with ehr luck right when she was changing."
141,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-06-15T01:40:00,Winter317,"She was annoyed at her brother right now with everything going on and everything that was said as well. Her alter ego was coming out more and more as she was still breathing ice at this point. After hearing the door close and him leaving she breathed heavy and started to fight with her self in the mirror now as in the mirror was Frost. She kept trying fighting her back now as well saying that it wasn't right just yet, that in time she will be able to come out and be able to take control. But she wanted to get through this first and make sure everything is okay first. Finally Frost came around even though she was going to get her revenge as well.
Finally after calming down some and looking at the clothes now as well and starting change as well and looking at the clothes her brother left her. She was grabbing the shirt about to slide it on as she was naked. Her back was to the door as well and that is when her roommate started to open the door but she didn't realize it until she turned and showed him every inch of her. She stopped in shock. ""Ummm, can I help you?"" She asked scared now and starting to cover up again and putting the shirt on quickly now."
142,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-06-19T22:32:00,dbspock,"Here we go...finally.' John Williams thought as he ran his badge over the door and was welcomed with a green entry light, confirming he had indeed found the correct room. He pushed the door open and pulled his luggage inside, then blinked with surprise as he saw what looked liek the naked ass of a female right in front of him. Then it turned around and John got a good view of her breasts, fully confirming that it was indeed a female in hsi room. ""Uh...no. Just...moving into my room."" By now she had got the shirt on...but it didn't cover her entirely, and his gaze dropped down to her crotch."
143,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-06-20T19:45:00,Winter317,"She was bright red now as well trying to get her bottom half covered as well looking at him still. ""S...stop looking please."" She said turning away as she figured seeing her ass would probably be better now as well shaking her head. ""And you siad this is your room? W...what do you...."" She was still in shock now as well about everything going on. He was absolutely handsome as well and she didn't know what to think anymore as well. ""I.. I think you have the wrong room, t...this is my room."" She said still covering up as well grabbing the pillow that was on the bed now to cover up some more."
144,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-03T03:56:00,dbspock,"""Oh...oh...right."" John replied when the red faced woman belatedly asked him to stop looking at her naked body. It was far too late for that...the image had been fully seared into his brain...but he politely looked away as he placed his suitcase on the vacant bed. ""And yes...I was assigned this room. I guess...we are room mates?"" This was NOT the room mate situation he was expecting, and he tried not to see the advantages of it. Besides, they had already experienced the most awkward part, right?"
145,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-03T14:43:00,Winter317,"She just stood there in shock now as well as this whole day seemed to be going to shit even more now as well and she didn't know what was going to happen next. She did get some what dressed again now as she was so nervous around him and blushing still as well. That is when finally frost came out to play as she started to change into her finally frost had won and he hair started to change white and her eyes changed to the same color as well and she looked towards the man that stood there in their room and she looked him up and down. ""Hmmmm well look at you, aren't you cute being here trying to catch a peek."" Frost said now moving towards him as she wasn't as modest and standoffish as Caitlyn was. She walked around him once again running a finger over him slowly and she knew he could tell how cold her finger was as she didn't harm him with it but knew she could if she wanted to."
146,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:23:00,dbspock,"""I wasn't trying to catch anything."" John protested truthfully, unaware of the transformation that had come over his room mate. He hadn't been TRYING to catch a peek, but he had caught one, and her hair hadn't been what his eyes had been drawn towards. He stepped back a bit as she began to walk around him, and as she was in her underwear now it wasn't QUITE as distracting and he managed to look her in the eyes, blinking his own a bit in surprise at the unnatural color, but he attributed it to a mutation she had. His eyes widened as she touched him, not so much from the touch as the ice cold sensation. ""Well...I guess I know what your power is now."" John replied awkwardly as he raised his hand and tried to shake hers in greeting."
147,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:29:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn was trying everything to talk to Frost to let her back in charge but it had came to a head now and this was happening and watching his hand come up to shake hers she did just that and smirked more as she made sure to freeze his hand more for what he did see. ""And what might your powers be exactly?"" She asked looking to him as he was surprisingly good looking and wanted to see just how far she could get away with as well now. She was still in just her shirt and her brother's boxers and that was it. Hearing the awkwardness in his voice as well watching still."
148,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:37:00,dbspock,"""Hey!"" John yelped as his hand felt like he had plunged it into a snow bank and he yanked it back, beginning to shake it so he could get some feeling back into it. He stepped back from her a bit more, now well aware she could easily kill him. Damn, she was going to be an interesting room mate. ""Ummm...my powers involve enhanced senses. Sight and hearing."" He explained, trying not to notice how loose her boxer shorts looked on her slim frame."
149,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:40:00,Winter317,"Nodding once again as well as she said that. ""Oh sorry, I couldn't help it some times. Please forgive me."" She said once again watching him still and seeing him looking. ""So we are going to be roommates huh?"" Smiling more. ""Maybe you should be nice and since you got to see me naked, I think you should return the favor and maybe I will be naked more around you."" She said softly winking at him once again flirting now as well as Caitlyn wouldn't flirt with him but Frost would and would have fun with it as well."
150,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:44:00,dbspock,"He sighed with relief at her apology. He hadn't been sure if it was an accident or deliberate. ""No problem."" He said, feeling already returning to his hand. ""I have trouble controlling my powers as well. And uh...yeah. Looks like we've both been assigned the same room, so room mates it is."" He realized he was babbling a bit, a sure sign he was more than a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but there was no help for it.
""Wait...what?"" John blinked with surprise. She hadn't just asked to see him naked, had she? It sure sounded that way, but he must have misheard her."
151,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:49:00,Winter317,"Looking back at him still now as well listening to him as well smiling once again as well. ""Yeah I completely understand that and it will come around, I heard that they are good here with helping us to learn our powers as well."" She said back to him once again watching and seeing his face still as well biting her lip now. ""Oh come on, it will help because I can see that you are nervous right now and it will help it, we both just get naked and see what happens?"" She teased still looking into his eyes seeing that he was hesitant as well and understood it completely as Caitlyn was mortified hearing everything going on still."
152,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T20:54:00,dbspock,"""Yeah...that's why I was sent here. Why we are both here, probably, along with all the others."" John said with a nod, then blushed as she confirmed she was suggesting they both get naked. ""Uh...yeah, I'm not sure that would help."" John admitted. It wasn't just his private parts he was concerned with her seeing, but his extensive scar collection as well. ""But if you want to go first..."" John blushed furiously as he made the suggestion, not sure where it had come from, but there was obviously a part of him that wanted to see a naked girl, even if that part didn't have a separate personality like Caitlin did."
153,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:04:00,Winter317,"Looking back at him still now as well as he said that and smirked more hearing him say that she should start it off now. ""Well I already have two articles of clothing on right now so I think you should catch up to me before I start to take anything off now as well. Come on John please."" She said looking at him still winking at him again glad to see him coming out of his shell a little bit as well and hoping he would come along some. She wanted to know now what he was hiding as well as he was hesitant as well to get naked for her as well."
154,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:08:00,dbspock,"""Well, that is hardly my fault."" John pointed out, oddly finding himself relaxing a bit as he negotiated gettign his pretty and quite strange room mate naked. ""I'm not sure I should be punished because you only have a shirt and shorts on."" Of course she didn't have underwear on...she'd hardly had time to get fully dressed in the few seconds he'd had his back to her. But the confirmation was...interesting...in a few ways. He smiled in return to her wink...this was clearly some kind of game to her, and he was willing to play. ""So maybe a two for one deal? I take two things off for your one."""
155,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:15:00,Winter317,"Looking at him and seeing him turn around now as well as she was glad to have him right where she wanted him now as well. ""Come on then, I can go with the trade off though. But you have to take the first article of clothing off first as well. It would only be fair."" She said as she was excited right now and glad he was willing to play the game with her. She had her hands on the waist line of the boxers she was wearing right now watching him still. ""Come on, let's have some fun."" She said. Finally Caitlyn was starting to come around some how as well as she was a stunning figure standing in front of her and he was so handsome."
156,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:20:00,dbspock,"John nodded. ""All right...fair it is."" He agreed as he noted the position of Caitlin's (he still had no idea this wasn't actually his room mate he was dealing with) hands...was she actually offering to remove her shorts? Shorts she'd just indicated she had nothing on underneath? It sure looked that way, so John shrugged as he unzipped his hoodie, peeling the outer layer off and revealing his T-shirt underneath...as well as the scars on his arms, one seemingly a bullet hole and the other a burn. ""So...for the next piece we go together?"" John suggested as his hands moved to his belt."
157,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:28:00,Winter317,"Watching him still as she was having fun still as well biting her lip now and nodding again watching him take his hoodie off as well and she did notice the scars as well and the burn mark. ""Y...yeah we can get together as well and figure it all out together."" Saying that once again as she started to push down the boxers slowly as well thankfully the shirt as just long enough that he wouldn't be able to see that much either right now smiling more as she stepped out of the boxers now as well and letting him see that they were off of her."
158,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:33:00,dbspock,"Get together? John hadn't been suggesting that...he was just suggesting they take off their next item of clothing together. But he couldn't really follow up on what she was saying as she began to lower her shorts down her legs. At the moment they didn't really show much beyond a bit more of her thighs, but he was well aware she was bare under the shirt that barely covered her waist. He fulfilled his part of the deal and peeled off hsi belt, setting it with his hoodie, and he grinned as he sat down (getting a better view under her shirt, and removed his shoes. ""My two items."" He teased her."
159,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:42:00,Winter317,"""Oh that isn't nice to just take off your belt, you should take your pants off as well."" She said to him more watching as he sat down as well and knew that he was trying to get a better look at it all as well. She adjusted as well so he couldn't see that much of her either knowing he would soon enough. ""But now you should take off your shirt and then maybe something more since you still have three pieces of clothing on now, since I assume you have on boxers or something on under your pants there as well."" He told her as well just enjoying this so much and wanted to tease him that much more."
160,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T21:55:00,dbspock,"""Being nice wasn't part of the deal."" John pointed out with a grin. He hadn't expected Caitlin to just strip in response to taking off hsi shoes, but he wasn't going to cave in either. ""The belt is a piece of clothing, so it totally counts. And so does the shoes. So it looks to me like you owe me a piece of clothing, but I'll make you a deal. I'll take off my shirt if you take off yours."""
161,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:02:00,Winter317,"Frost stood there now as well watching him still listening now as well and laughed some as well. And she stepped closer to him now. ""How about you take off my shirt and I take off yours then?"" She asked coming up with another idea as well hoping maybe that it could work as well. ""That way no one chickens out and the shirts come off."" She said once again hoping he would go with it now as well as they had no clue what was going on in the room next store to them or that they shared a bathroom their neighbors as well."
162,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:06:00,dbspock,"John blinked with surprise as she didn't accept his deal...but didn't outright reject it either. ""All right."" He agreed, not sure how it woudl work as their arms woudl get tangled as they both tried to remove each others shits. Stripping her would be a bit awkward, but it wasn't like it was agaisnt her will...it was her idea, so he'd hardly get in trouble. He wasn't going to chicken out, so he got a bit eager and reached out to grab the hem of her shirt...causing it to rise a bit off her waist, and confirm the fact she was not wearing panties."
163,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:09:00,Winter317,"She watched him still now enjoying this as well and took on what was going on still. ""Then you remove mine and then I remove yours so we don't get tangled up then."" She said to him waiting as she felt his hands on her shirt already and started to lift it up now. She started to lift up her arms to allow him to take it off of her as she revealed more of her as well as the shirt raised more still. ""But I am still removing your shirt trust me."" She said and once he got her shirt off she was reaching for his shirt and starting to pull that one up slowly now as well wanting to see more of him."
164,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:20:00,dbspock,"John had no intention of reneging on hsi deal, especially as he got her breasts into view. True, it hadn't been the first time he had seen them, but this wasn't just a quick glimpse...this was full on frontal nudity, and he barely noticed the fact that her pubic hair was a different color than what he had seen earlier...or maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn't help but shiver as her cold hands ran along his skin, raising goose bumps as he ogled...there was no other word for it...her nudity."
165,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:28:00,Winter317,"She then took off his shirt now as well and held it close as well loving this all right now knowing she was just going to tease him more but she then dropped the shirt showing him all of her. She watched his face turn to just a stare as he just looked at her completely now as well as she was enjoying his eyes on her now and figured she could have some fun with him this semester now as well. Caitlyn was even coming around seeing what was going on as she was able to see it all right now and loving the look he was getting it still as well. Slowly she ran her hands down her body showing off to him some more now as well. ""You like what you see don't you?"" She asked finally and then reached out and brought his chin up to look at her in the eyes now."
166,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:33:00,dbspock,"""What's...not to like?"" John asked the obvious. Caitlin clearly had some kind of workout routine as she didn't have much fat on her body, and genetics clearly liked her as well as her breasts were perfect at least in his limited experience. He hardly even noticed that he was topless before her as well, the scars that littered his body in full view. He shivered a bit as she touched his chin, her cold hands still coming as a shock, and he found himself staring deep into her pale eyes, still not quite sure how he'd wound up like this."
167,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:37:00,Winter317,"Smiling more now as well taking it all in as well and loving this so much right now. ""Good I am glad, I guess that all my working out and everything is working otu."" She said now as well. ""And look at you as well you look good yourself."" She said even though she saw the scars she didn't mind them at all. ""M... may I feel you and I may let you feel me."" She teased some more. ""What are these scars from?"""
168,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:41:00,dbspock,"""Yeah...yeah...I would say so."" John admitted. Unlike him, Caitlin had nothing to be ashamed of. He blushed a bit when she said he looked good...with his scars he knew that wasn't true. He flinched a bit when she talked about touching...her hands were COLD...but the offer was too good to back up. ""What...kind of touching are we talking about?"" He asked as his eyes dropped to her breasts again. He shrugged at her next question. ""Depends which one you are talking about."""
169,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:45:00,Winter317,"Looking at him still listening to him now smiling more as well and stood there letting him take her in still as well. ""I am serious I promise you as well, and I want to run my hands over your body and your scars and know more about them as well. I have seen worse though as well."" She said wondering as well. ""And I know where you want to touch already too."" She said to him seeing him staring at her breasts again now. ""First time seeing them this close in person huh?"""
170,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:56:00,dbspock,"Well...that certainly answered any questions he had about consent, she certainly couldn't complain he'd forced her (he had no idea it was Frost and not Caitlin offering, of course) and he decided to push his luck a bit, admitting to a fantasy he hardly knew he had before. ""Does that include a spanking?"" He asked hopefully, the prospect of taking her over his knee and swatting her bare bottom really turning him on. ""And where did you see worse?"" He asked, curious about her background as well now. ""And yeah...if you don't count a few minutes ago."" He teased her a bit."
171,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T22:59:00,Winter317,"Looking at him now as he asked that once again knowing this would get more and more interesting as well as he asked about spanking and of course Frost would be one for spanking but not Caitlyn. She stood there thinking it over now as Caitlyn was screaming in their mind not to allow him to spank her at all. Frost finally smiled more at him now. ""Sure but you have to let me feel around some more as well and maybe even some more of you as well."" She said to him as well as she looked him over once again and not to much surprise she was a little turned on as well."
172,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T23:05:00,dbspock,"""Deal."" John said immediately, not quite sure what he was agreeing to, but aware he was goign to get his chance to swat her on the ass. He'd been a bit worried he'd pushed her too far (and he had clearly pushed Caitlin too far) when she had paused so long, but she'd finally consented and he wasn't going to give her a chance to change her mind. He reached out and grabbed Caitlin by the waist...damn, she was cold...and bent her over his knee, hsi knees in her stomach and her breasts dangling a bit. ""How big are they?"" John asked, also taking the opening to actually touch her breast a bit as he brought his hand down harshly on her rear. ""And how old are you...we can call this a birthday spanking."" John chuckled. He'd never expected the school to be anything like this."
173,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T23:10:00,Winter317,"She wasn't that shocked when he grabbed her like that and put her over his knee now as well and smiled more as well. Something about him grabbing her like that and doing this turned her on that much more but she never expected it either as Caitlyn was caught off guard as well and then started to scream in her head. She loved that now as well feeling his hand on her breast as well and was about to answer when he smacked her ass and she yelped out some. ""Mmmmmmm shit."" She said back to him now as well. ""They are 32Cs and I am 18 and we can do this as a birthday game as well, and maybe I could return the favor and spank your ass next time."" She teased some more as well looking back at him. ""Come on now, give me another one."""
174,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T23:18:00,dbspock,"John couldn't see her smile, and it was unlikely he woudl have been paying attention to her face even if he could see it with so many other interesting things to look at. ""C-cup? That's pretty big, isn't it?"" He asked, squeezing her tit a little more boldly now that she wasn't protesting...not that he could hear, at least. The only downside to the matter was hot cold his fingers were now, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. ""Well, you are in your birthday suit."" John teased her, ignoring her offer to return the favor for the moment.
""You asked for it."" He said as he swatted her ass even harder, then repeated the procedure on her other ass cheek before he hit her with his hardest blow yet on her sit down spot, wanting her to remember this the next time she took a seat. ""Do you do this often?"" He continued his questions. If she was this willing, surely it couldn't be her first time, right?"
175,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T23:26:00,Winter317,"She smiled more now as well loving this still so so much as she bite her lip feeling him groping her as well and listened still. ""Yeah I guess you can say that they are big, I think it is the perfect size as well."" She smiled more loving this so much as she was expecting it at all either now. ""Yeah that is true, I am in my birthday suit and I think you are loving this more than I am actually."" She teased even more as well.
She yelped again now as well and loved this even more as he kept smacking like that as well and her ass was already starting to turn red some as well. Caitlyn was even starting to come around some how with this all as well and Frost was loving this so so much as she knew she was going to remember the next time she sat down anywhere as well. ""Actually this is my first time doing this really."" She said honestly to him as well.
But that is when there was something else going on as there was another door that Caitlyn didn't get to explore and there was a noise being heard through that door as well. That is when the door started to open and a woman started to open it and looked in seeing that as well. She was in shock seeing that now as well as she quickly closed the door now. ""Oh shit sorry."" She said now.
(Figure you can pick who it is that is at the door there. But I will be back head out for 4th of July dinner.)"
176,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-05T23:33:00,dbspock,"""Well, they certainly feel perfect to me."" John admitted. True, he didn't have much to compare it to, but damn they felt nice. Both of them, as he shifted his hand a bit to run over her other breast as well. ""And that...wouldn't surprise me."" John admitted. He had a naked girl bent over his knee and he was turning her ass red as he squeezed her tits. What was there not to love? Especially when she kept yelping in response to his swats, which just encouraged him to hit her harder still.
""Really?"" John asked with surprise...so much surprise that he forgot to keep paddling her and simply rested his hand on her ass for a bit, shocked at her admission. She'd been so willing...how coudl this be her first time?
What was that?"" John thought he heard a door open, and he was sure he heard someone say something, but he just attributed it to his enhanced hearing picking up sounds from next door, and he was totally unware Courtney had caught a glimpse of his swatting Caitlin on the ass again."
177,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T02:49:00,Winter317,"She could hear the shock in his voice now as well as she answered truthfully as well and was enjoying this all as well. ""Well you were just so convincing that I kind of wanted to and had to try it with you, you made it just sound so good."" She quickly said after he said really there. She smirked more and then her face changed hearing the voice now as well as she then pushed herself up now as well. ""What the fuck?"" She asked now as she was able to get out of his grasp as she grabbed her shirt and moved towards the door. ""There was just someone here."" She said sliding her shirt on once again. She then opened the door and was shocked to see the young girl standing there. Frost then pulled her into the room. ""Who are you and what are you doing in our bathroom?"" She asked now as she didn't realize that they were shaking a bathroom with the room next store and that is how she was able to get through the door that way."
178,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:03:00,dbspock,"Convincing? John didn't recall trying to talk her into anything...it had just been a fantasy he'd blurted out, never expecting it to go this far. ""It is good."" John chuckled, hoping this wasn't the only time he woudl get to paddle his room mate ...especially as it seemed this time it woudl be cut short. ""What?"" John asked, confused as Caitlin suddenly pulled herself away. He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong at first, but it quickly became apparent he wasn't the one she was concerned with as another cute girl, this one fully clothes, though showing more than a bit of skin with her shorts and tank top, was hauled into the room.
""It's probably...our bathroom."" John pointed out. He'd studied the room layout and realized the bathrooms were adjoining...he just hadn't realized he'd be sharing the bathroom with another girl, and he found himself looking at the girl's crotch area, curious if she was a natural blonde or not."
179,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:11:00,Winter317,"Frost and Caitlyn were in full shock now as well as Frost wanted to punch this one as well and didn't want anymore embarrassing things to happen to them today either. She looked down at the girl in front of her and then looked up at John now hearing what he said and the girl was quickly to agree. ""Yes.. yes we have to share the bathroom this year, all four of us."" She said quickly as well. ""My name is Courtney."" She was trying to get the focus back off of everything she just saw as well. ""I... I didn't know that you and your boyfriend would be in here right now doing anything.""
Frost looked at the girl and looked her over now as well. ""That isn't my boyfriend."" She blurted out now as well. ""That is my roommate now as well and I guess we are all sharing this bathroom and who else is in your room, did she or he see anything?"" She asked wondering if the other girl saw them as well not sure if it was another girl or a boy like she had."
180,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:23:00,dbspock,"Chick fight? That could have been interesting, especially given Caitlin was just wearing a shirt, but it would have been awkward as well, since John suspected they were all going to be squad mates as well. But it appeared that wasn't going to happen as John's guess as to the girl's presence had been correct. ""That...could be interesting."" John said softly. Courtney WAS cute, and the fact they were sharing a bathroom meant he might see more of her than most people. ""Nice to meet you, Courtney."" John said as he stuck out his hand, in all the confusion of being called a boyfriend forgetting to introduce himself.
John didn't THINK whoever else was in the room next door had seen anything, but hsi powers had thrown him off before so he COULD have missed it, so he left it to the blonde to answer that question."
181,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:28:00,Winter317,"She looked back at Caitlyn now as well and shook her head quickly. ""N... no not at all it was just me, we were talking about coming over but she didn't want to come over just yet. But she will be, Daisy will come over later to introduce herself."" She said as well quickly. Then Courtney looked back at John and smiled more. ""It is nice to meet you as well and I won't say anything about what was going on either."" She said looking back at Caitlyn once again and was able to see up her shirt as well.
Frost was still there leading the charge because Caitlyn was nervous and embarrassed and felt humiliated about everything that was just happening now. ""I would hope that you don't say anything to anyone about what was going on at all."" She said to the woman now as well. Caitlyn finally chimed up as well telling Frost to ask about clothes now. ""Do you have any clothes I can borrow, mine have not shown up just yet?"" She finally asked knowing that she would need some sooner or later and she looked about her size."
182,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:38:00,dbspock,"Daisy? That sure sounded liek a girls name, and sure enough Courtney soon clarified the third member of their little group was a female. John was goign to be sharing a bathroom with four girls. How...interesting. ""If not, we could just meet her at the squad meeting later."" John pointed out, recognizing the names from the sheet he had seen earlier. He blushed a bit at her next comment. ""There was nothing going on."" He claimed, denial being the best option he could think of.
Because Courtney was there, John bit back the urge to tell Caitlin she didn't need clothes, and the gentleman in him forced himself to answer. ""You can look through mine, if you like."" He offered. He wasn't sure how well they woudl fit, but it woudl be better than nothing, at least in public."
183,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:45:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn looked over at John once again now as he said that about his clothes now as well and Courtney looked at the both of them now as well. ""I mean you can always borrow some of mine and maybe even Daisy's clothes until yours actually show up. I think she is about the same size as well."" She said smiling once again now as well and Caitlyn nodded once again.
""Oh thank you please, and maybe I can come over and meet Daisy as well."" Caitlyn said to the woman not thinking that she needed to get out of this and get her clothes but also needed clothes to wear as well.
Looking back over at John and she smiled winking at him. 'Maybe next time."" She teased once again and grabbed his shirt tossing it at him now as he had been shirtless the whole time. ""Maybe you would want to put this on as well."" She teased him now as well as he was apart of this all."
184,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T03:51:00,dbspock,"Well, Courtney's breasts certainly looked smaller than Caitlin's C-cups, so they weren't quite the same size, but John wasn't goign to point that out. It probably didn't mater in the long run anyway. It certainly seemed Caitlin had more than enough clothes to choose from now, and John suppressed the part of him that thought it was unfortunate.
""Yes...no need to leave Daisy out."" John replied, not wanting the girl to feel excluded, even though he was literally the odd man out it seemed. He blushed furiously at Caitlin's comment about next time...they'd certainly get another opportunity, he was sure, the only question being if Caitlin woudl be up for it. John's eyes widened at Caitlin's reminder...he'd totally forgotten about hsi shirt in his excitement at spanking Caity...and he quickly slipped the shirt on over hsi head, hiding his scars once again."
185,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:03:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn felt a little better even though she knew that her breasts were bigger it wouldn't matter at all either as she was going to get clothes now as well and Courtney got up as well and looked from John and saw his scares before he put his shirt on again. She was then ready to show Caitlyn over to her room now as well and looked back at her once again. ""You are going to love it here, I saw the whole campus and love it all."" She said now as well walking towards the bathroom. Caitlyn walked with her as well and into the bathroom now as well. She was nervous of what to expect with Daisy as well and knowing that she was just in a shirt only made it worse now as well hoping that this would change soon enough. Courtney walked into the room now as well. ""Daisy this is our neighbor Caitlyn."" She said to the girl in the room as Caitlyn didn't even see her yet."
186,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:06:00,dbspock,"""I hope so. Maybe you can give us a tour later."" John stated. Courtney hadn't really been talking to him but it felt rude not to acknowledge it. He knew he was goign to be enough of an outsider in this situation and didn't want to start out that way, so he trailed after the two girls as they went next door, mildly curious if this 'Daisy' would be cute as well, and not thining abotu the fact Daisy might not be dressed for male visitors at this point."
187,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:16:00,Winter317,"Daisy was actually dressed as she was finishing unpacking now as well as she was wearing almost the same thing as Courtney as moving it made it easier that way and since they both just moved in not to long ago and traveling so much it was easier. She finally turned back to Courtney and looked at her again and sighed some. ""Already trying to make friends."" She said now and then saw Caitlyn and John now as well. ""Oh and you brought them over already now as well."" She was a little confused now as well.
Courtney smiled some and nodded. ""Well yeah because Caitlyn's clothes have not shown up just yet and she is needing something to change into and she asked if we would have anything and I figured that either one of us could give her something to wear."" She said smiling as she was always one to try and help out as well.
Caitlyn nodded again. ""I am sorry but I don't know what happened to my clothes either, they are suppose to be here but they have not shown up to my room just yet."" She had said as her hair had changed back during their walk over to the brown haired woman as Caitlyn was back in charge as well.
Daisy looked at her and then over at John now as well. ""Oh and she brought her boy friend as well."" She laughed some.
Courtney and Caitlyn both said at the same time. ""No they aren't together, he is her roommate.""
And Caitlyn added. ""That is why I didn't borrow any clothes from him because I can't fit into his."" She said now a well.
Daisy smiled again. ""Sure sure sure, come on let's I have some shorts and a tank top you can wear."" And Courtney was getting the same thing for her as well both had them ready and on the bed as Caitlyn was able to pick over them. Nodding again she grabbed the shorts from Daisy and slide them on as they were a good size for her and fit and showed off her ass perfectly now. She then grabbed the tank top now as well and was ready for it to go on as well. She looked over at John. ""Turn around."" All three of the girls said at the same time to him."
188,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:25:00,dbspock,"The first thing John saw of Daisy was her ass sticking out as she was bent over putting the last of her clothes into the drawer. Daisy was wearing shorts so it wasn't as nice a view as John had had of Caitlin's butt, but it was still memorable. John frowned a bit as Daisy sounded almost displeased that Courtney was being friendly, but it wasn't his place to get involved so he remained silent. ""Ummm...hello."" He finally did say as Daisy acknowledged their presence.
He had no idea what had happened to Caity's luggage, and Courtney explained their needs pretty well so he had nothing to add to that part of the conversation. His mouth did drop open a bit as he got a good look at Caitlin without Frost's influence now. ""What happened to your hair?"" He blurted out, in his confusion missing the boyfriend comment.
He did not, however, miss the glimpse of Caitlin's now red ass as she pulled the shorts on in front of him. John blinked a bit as all three of the girls spoke in unison. ""Feeling a bit outnumbered here."" He grumbled as he obliged by turning around...only then noticing the mirror on the wall that meant he could still see the trio of girls."
189,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:33:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn looked back at him again as he asked that now as well. ""Like I told you before, I can't always control my powers and some times it changes my hair and I am coming back down now as well so it changes my hair back to it normal color."" She said to him again reaching out and touching him as she wasn't no where as cold as she was the last time. She explained to him quickly now as she didn't want to say that there was something else that controlled her from time to time as that would just be wrong.
She was thankful that the clothes fit as they both were about her size as well and she slide off the top after he turned around as her back was to him still anyway. She dropped her shirt and then put on the tank top now as well as her breasts were still a little bigger than Daisy's but not by much though as they were able to stretch some and her nipples poked through a little bit as well.
The girls looked at her and smiled more now. ""They look good on you and now you can give them back once you get your clothes as well."" Daisy said to her once again.
And Courtney nodded as well. ""If you need anymore you are welcome to come back over and get some more as well.""
Finally Daisy looked back over at John now. ""You can turn around again John. Even though I still think you got a good look."" She teased him as well watching him some more seeing him looking in the mirror as well."
190,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:39:00,dbspock,"""Wow."" John said as she laid her hand on his bare arm, ands this time it didn't feel like an ice cube. ""So I guess...your powers work sort of liek the Hulk?"" He questioned. It was the only other mutation he knew about that changed the hair color when the powers came out. He had no idea how accurate his comparison was as Caitlin also underwent a personality change.
""I didn't see anything."" John answered truthfully as he'd just seen Caity's bare back...hardly soemthing she needed to hide, especially as hers wasn't covered in scars. He actually got a better view now as although all the girls wore similar style tank tops, Caity's showed a lot more cleavage, and it wasn't John's imagination that Caity's fit a bit tighter, causing her nipples to show a bit. ""Not now, at least."" John amended before Courtney or Caity could point out he was lying as he'd seen Caity totally naked before."
191,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T04:46:00,Winter317,"Caity gave him a look now as well and shook her head as well now and then turned back to the girls once again. ""I guess you can say that it is like the Hulk in some ways absolutely. But I am still in control actually of me and know what is going on as well and everything."" She said even though it was completely like that and Frost was saying that he was completely correct and Caity was just pushing her off now as well.
""So I hear we are also going to be on the same team together as well so I guess we are going to be seeing a lot of each other as well and working a lot together so I guess we should try and get along."" Courtney said to the other three and Daisy nodded once again.
""Yeah we should get together and get to know each other as well and the powers of each other. And also we will be having a teacher to talk to as well and figure it all out as well."" Daisy said to them as well as they were all wondering who their teacher would be still."
192,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-06T07:59:00,dbspock,"Well, that was interesting. So Caitlin hadn't lost control when she'd agreed to strip in front of him...or get paddled. That meant John didn't need to feel guilty for carrying through with it.
""Yes..I think that was part of the point of rooming us together. So we get to know each other and hopefully work well together."" John agreed with Courtney. Thankfully his squad mates seemed easy enough to get along with. He glanced over at Daisy and agreed with her as well. ""Yes...I heard our squad sponsor was supposed to be Black Canary. At least that's what Agent Coulson was told, though that may change."" John told them, though he hoped that wasn't the case. He'd heard a lot about Sara Lance and wouldn't mind learning from her.
""But yeah...we shoudl learn about each other. I guess I'll start. My powers are enhanced senses. So far, vision and hearing."" John informed them."
193,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T00:43:00,Winter317,"All three of the girls nodded once again hearing that as well. ""Yeah well you don't know which Canary they were talking about as Sara was also a Black Canary as well."" Courtney said as she was always someone like that explaining that to them all and the girls nodded hearing it and Daisy really didn't care anyway as she just wanted to learn from anyone at all. Caitlyn heard some things as well but wasn't sure who exactly it could be though.
""Yeah well I know no matter what they will be great leaders as well and be able to show up so much as well."" Caitlyn said now as well enjoying this and being able to enjoy her roommates now as well.
Daisy shook her head once again as well as the three of them looked back at John hearing him explain his powers now as well. Caitlyn then chimed up now as well. ""Umm well I think you know my powers John, but I am one with the ice and cold and freeze some things as well. Like a type of frost person."" She said smiling still as well.
Courtney then smiled back as well. ""Well I don't have any real powers but I am good with hand to hand combat and things like that know a lot of things."" She said softly as well. ""And this helps as well."" She turned and grabbed the staff now as well. ""This helps me as with flying and shooting energy blasts and I can manipulate energy too."" She said as well.
Daisy then looked at the rest of them as well and smirked more. ""Well I guess it is my turn, but I can control the vibrations in the world and able to make earthquakes and things like that as well. Also can do that to people as well if I try really hard."" She said as well. ""But I don't want to do that either."" She said honestly to them as well as they were in shock hearing what Daisy said."
194,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T03:26:00,dbspock,"""True...it does seem to be a common name."" John agreed. There was even some debate about exactly how man Black Canaries there were, but as John hadn't met any of them, he didn't really have a preference...or at least that's what he told himself. His internet searches in that regard had tended more towards the blondes. ""Agreed."" John said with a nod to Caitlin. Even if they didn't get a blonde as a leader, they'd still get an experienced superhero.
He then smiled slightly as Caitlin reminded him he'd already experienced her powers, though he suspected there was more to her than simply lowering her body heat. ""Frost person, huh?"" He said with a nod. ""Frost...could make a good code name for you."" There were already several cold based heroes and villains out there, but he couldn't recall one who used that for a name.
He raised his eyebrow a bit when Courtney admitted she didn't have any powers. Coulson had mentioned some people like that...and also mentioned that the decision to bring them into the school hadn't been a popular one. He wondered if Courtney had experienced any of that animosity yet, but it didn't seem right to ask. ""Flying?"" John asked with a raised eyebrow as he examined the staff she was holding. That could be quite a useful power. ""How much weight can you carry?"" He asked curiously, wondering if they could use the staff to transport the squad.
""Wait...earthquakes?"" Now John was looking at Daisy as she revealed her power, and he thought she might very well be the most powerful of them all. Especially if she coudl use her powers against people as well. ""I don't want you to do that to me either."" John admitted, then smirched slightly. ""Quake."" He tried out a code name for the...she looked at least part Asian to him, but he didn't want to ask about her origins."
195,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T03:38:00,Winter317,"Nodding once again Caitlyn was happy no one really questioned it at all and she nodded once more. ""Yeah I have been called that before as well and everything like that."" She said honestly now. ""So you are welcome to call me then when my hair changes color."" She said to them softly smiling some as well as Frost was laughing in her brain now at everything knowing she was going to have some more fun with them all once she did come back out to see everyone. She was shocked to hear about Courtney's powers and everything and wanted to examine the staff as well but didn't want to push it at all. ""I would like to learn some more fighting wise as well."" She said to her as well. Smiling over to Daisy as well. ""Oh wow, so a type of quake huh?"" She said. ""Oooo that is a good name to call you as well Daisy."" She said smiling to her now.
Courtney listened to the girls talk about everything being said. ""Yes I am up for showing anything about fighting as well because it could be a lot of fun to fight some new people as well."" She was happy about this. ""All three of you as well, I don't mind showing you what I can do as well."" She told them looking back at them all. ""And you can call me Stargirl, atleast that is what I have been called.""
Daisy smirked again hearing it now as well. ""Yeah it is something to see as well but until I can really control it I only go for the bigger things really so you are good right now John."" She teased him again. ""And yeah you can call me Quake actually. I have been called that before."" She said nodding more now as well. ""So when is our leader coming anyway?"" She finally asked."
196,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T03:49:00,dbspock,"""Just when your hair changes color?"" John blurted out, a little surprised at the distinction. It seemed Caitlin wanted to keep her powers separate from her every day life, which seemed a bit odd, but then, most people didn't have the ability to turn their powers on and off like Caitlin did. ""Noted."" John confirmed. ""Just don't get mad if I slip up once in a while, please."" He had a hard enough time keeping one name strait for people, much less two.
""Challenge accepted."" John said with a smile over in Courtney's direction. John was far from a slouch in the fighting department himself, and he thought his height might give him a bit of an advantage over Courtney, but he didn't want to underestimate her. ""And Stargirl it is."" He noticed she avoided his question about how much weight she could carry, but he didn't push the issue. She probably just didn't want to reveal her secrets to a stranger.
""Yeah...probably a good idea."" He agreed with Daisy regarding her powers. She coudl probably bring the whole building down if she wasn't careful. ""And Quake sounds good. As for Black Canary...I think we were supposed to meet her in the gym pretty soon. Perhaps we could all go there and spar for a bit until she shows up."" He suggested."
197,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:00:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn looked back at John once again as well and nodded again. ""Yeah that is fine, I won't be mad trust me."" She said as well knowing that she couldn't really hurt him if it was only by the name she knew it would happen as well and sighed again as well. Listening to everyone else talk about it now as well and then turning back to John once again. ""Yeah we can head down that way. I think I am going to be as ready as I am going to be. I just need to put on my sneakers."" She said honestly now as well heading back towards the door to go back to their room. ""We are all going to walk down together right?"" She asked.
Courtney smiled more hearing John now as well. ""It will be fun to see what you can do."" She said now as well and nodded agreeing with them all as well. ""I am up for that completely as well and yes we will come over when we are ready as well. I have to get my sneakers on as well."" She said as well and moved towards her stuff to get her sneakers and socks to put them on.
Daisy agreed now as well. ""Yes let's go that way and we can do that and yes."" She said as well moving towards her stuff to grab her sneakers as well putting them and socks on as well."
198,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:06:00,dbspock,"Trust her? John wasn't sure he was ready for that, but at least she claimed she wouldn't be mad which was really as much as he could hope for, so he just nodded in agreement. He shrugged at her question. ""May as well."" He stated. No reason not to go as a group, and in any case Courtney probably knew where the gym was. He started to follow Caitlin back to their room as he needed to get hsi shoes as well.
""It will."" John agreed, trying NOT to think about how it woudl be fun to see her breasts flop around a bit while she fought.
Trying NOT to fantasize about that image, John quickly slipped hsi shows on then headed out to the hallway to wait for the rest of hsi squad, confidant they woudl not be long."
199,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:22:00,Winter317,"Caitlyn walked into the room and put her socks and sneakers on now as well and looked over at him once again as well. ""Thanks for not saying much about seeing me naked there earlier as well."" She said to him now as well as she could feel her ass from where he spanked her at as well. She then checked her self in the mirror as well making sure that her breasts were popping out just yet either and thankfully they weren't. She then walked with him out into the hall wall as well.
The other two girls did that same thing as well and go their socks and sneakers on as well and came out to the hall way as Courtney had her staff with her as well figuring she would need it just in case. They came out and joined them now as well and they were all off for the gym now."
200,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:31:00,dbspock,"John glanced over at Caitlin when she began speaking and blushed at the reminder. ""That's...probably something that should stay between us."" He agreed before they entered the hall. As far as he was concerned, what happened in the room stayed in the room.
""Hey...I think that's cheating."" John chuckled when he saw Courtney bring her staff. If it enabled her to fly and shoot energy blasts...well, without any offensive powers, he wouldn't stand much of a chance."
201,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:38:00,Winter317,"Looking at him now as well. ""Well they will probably want to know what our powers are as well and I really don't leave it behind anyway so I am bringing it with me."" She said to him giving him a look now as well. ""Not like I would use it in a fight with you anyway, I am good hand to hand and don't need it but I am not leaving it here."" She didn't trust anyone and there was nothing wrong with that.
Daisy and Caitlyn looked at him now. ""Oh come on now, be nice to her. I would bring it if I had a staff like that as well. So let her bring it."" Daisy said to him as well.
Caitlyn nodded and agreed with them both as well."
202,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:43:00,dbspock,"""I'm pretty sure they already know what our powers are."" John admitted. He suspected the staff knew more about their powers than they were admitting. ""And that sounds like a challenge."" He continued with a slight grin. He was no slouch in hand to hand combat either, having been trained in it as long as he coudl remember, but he wanted Courtney to get a bit over confidant. ""And of course she shoudl bring it...don't want to risk it getting stolen. Or not have it if we get wrapped up in an attack or soemthing. I just wanted to be sure this was indeed unarmed and not armed combat."" He said as he began to head in the direction he was pretty sure the gym was."
203,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:47:00,Winter317,"Looking back at him again now as they all walked that way now and into the gym as well. ""Yeah trust me it is hand to hand combat and we will not be using weapons I promise you."" She told him now as well and they all looked around the gym as well taking it all in as people were sparing and talking and having a good time as well. A couple of the groups stopped and looked over at the four of them walking in as well and they smirked starting to talk again mostly talking about them as well."
204,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-07T04:52:00,dbspock,"John cocked his head as he overheard some less than stellar comments about Courtney and how she really didn't belong here...as well as some comments about where she could stick her staff. ""They don't like you very much."" John warned Courtney quietly, then shrugged. There didn't seem much he coudl do about it. ""So...did we want to do teams? me and Quake against Fro...Caitlin and Courtney?"" John suggested."
205,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-08T01:11:00,Winter317,"Looking back at him now as he said that. ""That is what they are saying or are you just making that up?"" Courtney asked now as she couldn't tell what they were talking about at all and she sighed some hating hearing that as no one liked her around.
Caitlyn looked at her now and nudged her. ""Don't let them get to you, you deserve to be here and no one can tell you other wise. It is Professor Xiaver's call and not theirs."" She said trying to make her feel better.
Courtney sighed again and shook her head. ""I ... I don't feel like sparing right now actually."" She said as well.
Daisy looked at her and Caitlyn now as well. ""Oh come on Courtney, you are going to do great and remember you said that you can take all of us."" She said nudging her. ""WE want to see your skills and see you take John down. And me and Caitlyn will look after your staff too, and we promise not to do anything at all."" She said smiling more as Courtney was starting to come around some as well.
Caitlyn nodded. ""Yeah we can watch it.""
""Okay okay."" Courtney finally said as well. ""I will spar you as it will be me against you John. Is that okay with you?"""
206,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-08T03:51:00,dbspock,"John looked at Courtney in surprise. ""I wouldn't do that."" He informed her, both puzzled and a little hurt. Why would hsi new squad mate think he was lying to her about something he had no stake in? He couldn't think of anythign he had done to make her not trust him, but it appeared she didn't, which would make working with her more than a little difficult.
Caitlin, at least, appeared to believe him and John nodded in agreement. ""You wouldn't be here if you weren't qualified."" He confirmed, then sighed softly when Courtney reneged on her earlier agreement. It appeared they had wasted a trip to the gym, then. But then Daisy spoke up and John raised his eyebrow slightly. Courtney thought she could take them all? Was she really that good, or just that cocky? It appeared he was about to find out as Daisy talked Courtney into it...and her and Caitlin out of it.
""Fine."" John agreed, not really enjoying the feeling of being put on display, but he couldn't back out now. ""Are there any rules you want to establish?"" John asked her as he led her out onto a mat. Not that he thought they really needed rules, but he didn't want to be accused of cheating if he happened to use judo while Courtney thought they were boxing. Or be accused ot fighting dirty if he happened to punch Courtney in one of her breasts."
207,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-09T01:36:00,Winter317,"Courtney looked back at him again as it seemed like Caitlyn agreed with him as well about what they said now as well. She took a deep breathe as well and looked at John. ""I... I am sorry for not believing you, I just want to think that they don't and won't talk like that about me really but I know they will say that and I never meant for it to be that way. It just makes me feel worse."" She said as well watching him once again hoping he would take his apology now as well. ""Oh what are you trying to say you fight dirty?"" She teased again. ""Good I don't want you to hold back, but I also don't want you just coming up and punching me down under the belt."" She told him honestly.
Daisy looked at Caitlyn now as well and then at the staff now as well. ""We should be out there as well you know that right. All of us are going to be a team."" Daisy told Caitlyn now as well and Caitlyn nodded once again.
""Yeah I guess you are right, we should be out there sparing with them. But I don't want to take away from her showing off her skills either, which is something Courtney should want to do as well."" She said as he was hoping that Courtney would show her skills completely. Daisy did agree with that."
208,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-09T03:38:00,dbspock,"""I don't think it's anything you did."" John tried to assure her. He hadn't been trying to make her feel bad...just warn her about a potential problem. He thought a bit more about what she said then nodded. ""Apology accepted."" He hastened to add, wanting to make sure there wasn't already an issue between him and his squad mate. He shrugged at her next question. ""I fight to win."" He informed her, then nodded at her restriction. ""I won't punch you in the crotch."" He promised. It was a bit odd he was talking about the area between the legs with a girl he had just met, but she had brought it up first...at least he thought that was what she was talking about...and he wanted to be sure they understood the rules before they started. ""And I won't aim for the knee either."" Knees were quite fragile, actually, and he didn't want to break hers.
He glanced over at the other two and nodded. ""Maybe you can take winner."" He offered Daisy, who seemed to want to fight more than Caitlin did."
209,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-10T14:45:00,Winter317,"Courtney smiled and nodded feeling better. ""I will trust what you are saying next time too. I know what you powers are and it is good to know I guess."" She said with a shrug now as well and then got back into fighting mode as well. ""Well that is good, you should fight to win and good I hope you don't and I won't go for the knees either because that is a bad place to hit no matter what."" She said now as well watching him still as she was ready to fight him now getting into her stance as well. ""Whenever you are ready John."" She said to him.
Daisy smirked some as well. ""Sure I will fight the winner next and see what can happen."" She said even though she didn't have as much fighting training as the other two she was still up for the challenge as well. Caitlin really wasn't one for fighting at this point, that was more Frost but also just figured to let them fight as Caitlin was more to use her powers which she didn't want to have happen either."
210,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-10T18:43:00,dbspock,"""Thank you."" John replied. It was important to have the trust of your squadmates, of course, but for some reason Courtney's trust meant more to him than that for reasons he didn't want to analyze too closely, especially now when she was his enemy and he needed to concentrate. He nodded at her assessment of the ground rules for their sparring session...they sounded good to him.
He also nodded at Daisy's agreement to take on the winner, though he didn't look in her direction. His attention was focused on Courtney as he began to analyze how she moved and carried herself, the better to determine her fighting style and any vulnerabilities she might exhibit.
Height...5'2"". He estimated. Shorter than average, and much shorter that his six and a half foot height. He definitely had the reach on her. She'd have to get inside his strike zone to hit...but she also presented a smaller target, and it looked liek she kept in more than decent shape. She was probably pretty fast, and she moved with the ease of an athlete. He'd have to watch out for that. She wasn't fat by any means...aroudn a hundred pounds, John estimated. He could easily bench press twice her weight, and he doubted she could say the same about his two hundred pounds, unless she had some abilities she hadn't told him about. She also appeared to have smaller breasts than the other two...not that that really mattered for the fight, so why had he even noticed it?
""Ready."" John assured her as he went into a low ready stance...with her height, the fight would almost have to come from down low, unless she jumped, so John kept a careful eye on her legs. She'd made the choice to wear shorts during this exercise, so he had no problem seeing her leg muscles, which may give him a small window into her next action."
211,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-11T14:40:00,Winter317,"Courtney watched as he analyzed her and enjoyed this as she stepped around to see what he would do next as she took in everything about him. His size and how she knew that he had the weight and the reach on her but she had the speed. He looked really athletic which could disadvantage her in some way but she was willing for that. Her fighting style was to use her speed as she was faster than mostly everyone she came acrossed and to hit quickly and to keep moving and do her best not to get caught. She kept moving around with him. ""Come on you gonna make the first move or are you trying to be some type of gentleman in a fight and let me hav the first move."" She teased as she also liked to try and goat them into doing something that will hurt them in the fight and him moving first wouldn't help him unless he was quicker than her.
The other two watched sitting on the side as Daisy was more into it wanting to see both of their fighting styles and wanted to take in everything since she was going to fight one of them next. Caitlin just wanted to make sure no one would get hurt as she still had her ideas of wanting to be a doctor in her mind as well. They sat there taking in the fight an realizing that more people were starting to stop what they were doing to watch the fight. Talking about the disadvantage there as well and shaking their heads wanting to see if Courtney got beat badly by John."
212,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-11T17:03:00,dbspock,"Is she a dancer? John wondered as he saw the ease with which she moved around the gym floor, probing him for weaknesses. Or maybe a gymnast...she seemed to have some ort of athletic training that went beyond what you'd learn in a standard self defense class. He ignored her taunt...he'd heard far worse, and wasn't goign to let her goad him into striking first...or trying to. He suspected he wouldn't be able to make contact with her...the wide open gym was a disadvantage on that score...and it would leave him vulnerable to an attack, which was the last thing he wanted. Patience was a virtue, and he was going to exercise it. Besides, just staring at a cute girl constantly was far from the worst thing in the world.
Still, John knew better than to focus exclusively on Courtney. Not that he expected Daisy or Caitlin to attack him from the rear, but there were others in the gym as well who had already demonstrated they couldn't exactly be trusted with their comments about Courtney. Plus John was always open to the possibility that a genuine enemy might attack, though he didn't hear anything to that effect, so he kept most of his attention on the pretty girl he knew was going to attack him...eventually."
213,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-11T20:03:00,Winter317,"Courtney smirked more as he didn't go in for it now as well. ""Awe look at you. So cute trying to be a good guy about it all."" She teased him again finally moving towards him ready for this fight as she wasn't expecting anyone to come up behind her or him as she expected the other people to allow them to spar as everyone else was doing the same thing. She went to kick him in the leg to get a reaction out of him now as well see what he would do as she was expecting something from him. She wanted to be quick about it and not get her foot caught either."
214,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-11T22:44:00,dbspock,"Cute? Did she just call him cute? And a good guy? Was she flirting with him? No...she was distracting him...trying to throw off his concentration, and that wasn't going to happen. She didn't exactly telegraph her move, but he knew it was coming and saw the way she shifted her weight to her rear foot...a sure sign a kick was going to come, and sure enough it did. John didn't try to grab it as that would be the expected counter, but he didn't ignore it either...he wasn't going to give her a free strike. So he lashed out with one hand, intending to block it, while he took advantage of her moving in to try and reach out and grab her. She had long hair....a vulnerability in this type of fighting, and he took advantage of it by trying to grab hold of a handful of it. Not exactly sportsmanlike, perhaps, but effective and as he warned her...he was goign to try and win this fight."
215,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-14T03:05:00,Winter317,She watched as he went to block it as she knew what to expect here as well and figured she wasn't going to get a kick on the first strike. But what she wasn't expecting was him to grab her by the hair as she didn't put it into a tight pony tail before like she normally would now. But she wasn't going to say anything against it as they did talk about anything goes now as well and she knew that he would want to win the fight as well. She grabbed him by the wrist as he did grab a fist full of hair now as well and she then went to swing at his side knowing that she had to get inside closer as well and wanted to use that to her advantage as well now.
216,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-14T06:54:00,dbspock,"SUCCESS! John thought as he grabbed a handful of Courtney's hair. This might very well be the determining point of the fight, and he wasn't going to give it up. So he ignored the hand on his wrist, knowing it's primary purpose was to releive a bit of the strain on her hair. He saw the punch coming and ignored it, taking a short step forward to get inside the arc of her punch and as he did, he brought a knee up, intending to knee her in the stomach and knock the wind out of her. That woudl give him the opening to take her down to the ground, where hsi greater reach and weight woudl work even more to his advantage."
217,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-15T00:57:00,Winter317,Courtney didn't realize how deep she was in at all at this point either as she knew that his knee was coming as well. She then brought her hand up as well and did her best to avoid getting kneed by him either as she wasn't going to lose. Watching this happening as well as she was going to try and knee him or kick him in the leg as well wanting to knock him down some as well knowing that she had to do everything she could to get out of his grip as well. She was aiming for the back of his leg as well.
218,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-15T03:22:00,dbspock,"Wow John thought as Courtney leaned down a bit to block his knee to her stomach. Her tank top had a bit of a loose collar and as she bent forward, she offered him a great view down her shirt. He wondered for a moment if it was a deliberate choice on her part, an attempt to distract him, but he wasn't going to let that happen.
With one hand holding onto his wrist, trying to negate the advantage he had with his grip on her hair, and the other down low blocking his knee, it looked like he had a clear opening with his free hand to reach for her shoulder and grab a handful of her shirt. Not exactly a move approved for a karate tournament, but free game for the rules, or lack thereof, that they had laid down. If he could get a grip on her shirt, that would mean he had two hands on her ,he could use to pull her closer...almost like a hug. Then if she wanted to go down, he'd be happy to oblige...as long as he wound up on top."
219,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T02:15:00,Winter317,She was nervous some as well as he was bigger and stronger than she was and she knew it but also was going to keep fighting until she was completely out of it. She wasn't going to let him grab her that way knowing that he wanted to take it to the ground as well knowing that he would have almost complete control at that point. She tried her best to back up some and move away from him enough so he would miss grabbing her shirt as well as she also tried to slap his hand away from her moving the hand that was on his wrist knowing that he wasn't going to let go of her hair anytime soon. She was in for a fight here and she knew it but wasn't going to back down at all. She tried to act like she was kicking for the knee but was actually going for the shine trying to kick his foot out from under him to get less balance and hopefully get her some control back as well.
The other two were in shock watching what was going on as they never expected it to get to this point. More people were watching the two fight as well saying that she doesn't belong here at all still and that he should just show her what is what.
220,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T12:31:00,dbspock,"The grip he had on her hair was a considerable advantage as it not only restricted her movements but helped him sense hers, so he wasn't surprised when she moved away and blocked his hand. That had the side effect of bringing his hand in between them so that his free hand was positioned between their bodies.That works too. He thought as he immediately bent his wrist so his hand was vertical and aimed a palm strike at her breast. At the same time he brought his knee up. Tis would have been the perfect time for a crotch shot, but he'd promised not to try and strike her there so he brought his knee up a bit higher and aimed said knee at her stomach instead. This had the side effect of avoiding the kick she aimed at his shin, but it also meant she had two blows to block...one aimed at her breast, and the other at her stomach, and as she only had one arm free to block them, he figured one would likely get through.
Part of him did feel a bit bad about the jeers coming from the audience. He had no desire to show her 'what was what', but he also wasn't about to go easy on her and possibly lose the fight, so he didn't let the comments from the sidelines affect his response."
221,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T13:18:00,Winter317,Courtney could feel him moving around as well and saw that he was going for two strikes as well and knew she had to block them but knew she wasn't going to be able to block both of them. And seeing as her strike wasn't going to work out at all she was going to try and block his leg with her leg and even see about getting her hand up to get to his hand but she had to choose and finally decided that the palm strike would be better to take then the knee to the stomach. Her hand came down pushing it away and trying to push it open some more to get him off balance still as she was hoping the palm strike wasn't going to hurt that much. She didn't realize that he aimed for her breast which was almost exposed to everyone as well.
222,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T13:42:00,dbspock,"John felt her leg come up to try and block his knee strike, but as he'd figured his height was working to his advantage and she couldn't get her leg high enough to block it. Courtney seemed to realize the same thing as she brought her hand down and it deflected hi knee away from her stomach...which left her unable to do anything about his palm strike and he felt it strike home on her left breast, sinking into the pliant flesh, which seemed to be unprotected by a bra, only a thin tank top shielding it from hsi strike, which of course was not much protection at all.
She's not wearing a bra. John realized with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. Excitement due to the fact that Courtney was a pretty girl and he'd practically felt up her boob...and embarrassment for exactly the same reason. John had expected as much...he hadn't glimpsed a bra when he'd gotten a peek down her shirt earlier...but as his hand struck home it left no doubt in his mind.
The close contact was not an advantage he was going to give up. He pushed his embarrassment aside and made a fist with his hand, attempting to grab a hold of her shirt so he could use it for leverage. If successful...he could use that to yank her body forward, forcing her to trip over his leg and send her to the ground...where he coudl fall on top of her, hopefully pinning ehr there."
223,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T14:52:00,Winter317,"She yelped out as he palmed her in the breast now as well as she wasn't going to say anything as she said anything goes but she knew that he knew she wasn't wearing a bra either now and she thought about maybe using that to her advantage as well. She brought her hand back up now as well as he still had a tight grip on his hair now as well and she was thinking about what he would do next. ""So you liked feeling me up didn't you?"" She said to him teasing him some as he went to grab her shirt as she didn't realize what he would do but hoping that this could work as well.
What they didn't really know was going on was that they made up a plan to just straight up embarrass the girls and beat the crap out of them since they all were going to be working with Courtney and they didn't think she belonged there at all. So out of ear shot of anyone they started to get it all together now as well.
Daisy and Caitlin watched the fight still as it kept going Daisy figured the fight would be over soon as John got Courtney in that position as she was taking in what she could use against him as she tied up her hair making it harder for him to grab now."
224,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T18:24:00,dbspock,"Contact. John did feel a bit of pleasure as he felt his palm sink into her tit, but he also felt a bit bad about hurting her and violating her privacy. But this was combat, and he hadn't violated any of the rules they had talked about, so he didn't feel badly enough to give up his advantage. Not even when she teased him for touching her there. He made no verbal response to her jab. He didn't want to lie to her, especially after she had already accused him of such, and he also didn't want to admit he'd enjoyed it, so silence was clearly the best response. Instead he just grabbed a handful of her shirt (unintentionally yanking open her neckline and giving him an even better view down her shirt than he'd had before) and yanked, sticking his foot out. Theoretically she'd have little control, given the fact he had two hands controlling ehr movement, and he'd be able to throw her lighter body over his hip and pin her to the ground, not thinking about what the consequences to her elastic shorts might be if she did so.
Henry King, a.k.a Brainwave Junior, had another reason to hate Courtney. She was a representative of the J.S.A. who had fought...and taken down...his father. So he had been the one to start the idea she didn't belong here, and he had gathered a bit of a following. One member of said following, Pyro, a mutant, was sneaking up behind Caitlin, while Henry himself had chosen Daisy. A third member had joined them, all poised to grab Courtney's staff when the word was given. Henry looked at the two sparring, the center of attention for now, and it looked like Courtney was about to take a fall...the perfect opening to yank down the shorts of her two team mates."
225,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T18:40:00,Winter317,Courtney never expected that he was able to get a good grip of her shirt either and could feel that he did get a good look down her shirt now. And before she could say anything else she felt her leave the ground and her air was driven out of her when she hit the ground as well and coughed some and groaned out as well hating that feeling as she was pinned down as well. She looked up seeing John on top of her now and she was going to fight her way back up as well as she quickly caught her breathe again calmed her self once more but didn't know what was going on around her and with her friends.
Once Courtney hit the ground and you could hear the air go out of her the girls stood there in shock and that was until their shorts were pulled down to around their ankles now neither of them had panties on at this time either. Caitlin couldn't believe this was happening again and tried to cover quickly but it was too late. She had also dropped Courtney's staff as well and that is when the guys grabbed it as well. Daisy wasn't happy about it either as she covered up and then turned and punched the guy that took her shorts off of her now as she was ready to fight. Caitlin knew that Frost was going to come out quickly here as this was in front of everyone and allowed her to take over as her hair started to change once again and she was reaching for Henry now as well wanting to fight and freeze him completely.
226,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T20:05:00,dbspock,"It was the perfect judo throw and John got Courtney flat on her back on the gym floor gasping for breath. John quickly followed her down, not wanting to lose his advantage, and he plopped down on top of her, trying to put most of his weight on her stomach to drive the air out of her again. This had the unfortunate, for Courtney if not the onlookers, effect of pulling her shorts down off her waist a bit, revealing that she, at least, was wearing underwear, though she probably didn't want it exposed.
That's....weird. John thought. Now that he had her on the ground underneath him, he no longer needed to hold onto her shirt, and he could put his hand to better uses, except...his hand was no longer on her chest right over her breast, in fact it was by her side, almost a foot away and he still had a handful of fabric in his hand. Her shirt couldn't have stretched that much...had he torn it? And did that mean her breast was now exposed, save for the fact he was lying on it?
This was an incident John had not trained for, and he found himself in the unfamiliar position of freezing as he stared into Courtney's eyes, his face only inches from her as he pinned her to the ground, his chest pressed against hers and what he dreaded was her bare breast.
The plan worked out even better than Henry had hoped. Neither of the girls were wearing panties, so their bare lower halves were exposed to what seemed like half the school. Caitlin tried to cover herself and lost track of the staff, which was quickly snatched up and ran from the room. None of the attackers wanted Courtney to get her hands on the weapon. The next items to go where the two girls shorts as they didn't want the girls gettign dressed right away either.
Henry had NOT been expecting the attack...he'd thought Daisy would try to cover up like Caitlin had done. Between that and the shot of seeing her bare ass, then her crotch as she spun around, she got in a good blow and knocked him back on his ass...which just gave him a better view as four boys descended on the Inhuman, one trying to grab hold of her hair while two moved in to spank her ass. The last one, not restricted by the rules John had agreed to, aimed a knee right at her bare crotch.
Caitlin was deemed less exotic than Daisy, so she only had two attackers to contend with, though the attacks were similar in that one tried to smack her in the ass, while the other went for her front, though as Caitlin was protecting her crotch, the boy aimed a punch at her breasts instead."
227,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T21:16:00,Winter317,"Feeling John on top of her like that and trying to drive the air out of her was the only right thing though as well as it would of been something she did if the shoe was on the other foot but she stopped seeing him freeze some as well. ""W....wh.... oh god you ripped my shirt. You better not get up now either."" She said a little annoyed now as well about it all as well as she didn't need her breasts out in front of everyone now either.
Daisy knocked the one down and kicked him in the head trying to knock him out as well as she could feel someone coming up behind her now as well and turned back now as well and grabbed one of them before they could get there and she tossed them over her hip onto the ground hard now. ""Get the fuck away from us."" She says now as well.
Frost was now ready to fight as well and kicked at one of the other that was right behind her and trying to knock him out as well as she was ready to fight as well. She was ready to freeze them as well as she kept trying to keep from showing her pussy off to everyone.
Daisy felt more of them coming wanting to get them dealt with and help out who ever else that needed it now as well wondering who else was being attacked."
228,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T21:34:00,dbspock,"""Sorry."" John apologized as Courtney confirmed hsi suspicion. The sparring match was clearly over and John began to shift hsi weight off of her...when she told him not to get off of her, and he awkwardly settled back down on top of her, painfully aware he know had the beginnings of an erection as his brain finally processed he was in a very similar position to what people used for sex. John glanced to the side for some help from hsi squad mates, then his jaw dropped open a bit as he saw Daisy's bare ass. They clearly had problems of their own.
None of the gang liked seeing their leader taken down like that, and now Daisy had to deal with four guys jumping on top of her from all directions, trying to bring her down to the ground and hold her there so they could give her the beating she deserved.
Frost had a much easier issue to deal with, as she only had two attackers, and they each took turns trying to hit her in the breasts, ass, or crotch, depending on which one had the best shot at that particular time."
229,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T22:39:00,Winter317,"Courtney now saw this happening as well and wanted to help out as well and was in shock now as well hating this completely right now. ""What the..."" That is when she realized who was the mastermind of it all as well and she was ready to beat the shit out of him for it all as well. She then looked back at John now as well. ""A.... are you?"" She asked stopping some of it as well knowing exactly what it was but not wanting to just ask straight what it was but she could feel him as well.
Daisy didn't want to use her powers but she was getting closer to using them against these assholes as well as she kept fighting against them as they got her down. She kept struggling now as well.
Frost saw what happened and took care of the two guys there as well taking them down and then moved over to help out Daisy now as well. She kicked a couple of them so she was able to get her hands free as well. She even made sure a couple of them got a little cold from her now as well as she touched them freezing them a little bit as well. She then went back at them again and then helped Daisy up."
230,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-17T23:05:00,dbspock,"Was he what? John wasn't sure what Courtney was asking, though he had a pretty good idea. If she was asking what he thought she was asking, he did NOT want to admit to it, though it was hard to deny as his erection had only grown as he laid on top of the cute girl, unable to get up or even move much for fear of dislodging more of her clothing. Before he coudl come up with a reply, one of the boys, afraid of taking on the two girls who were fighting back, snuck up beside Courtney and John (easy enough to accomplish as they were both watching the fight? and kicked Courtney in her side. ""HEY!"" John protested, twisting his head as he saw the boy rearing back for another kick. John managed to block this one, but it meant he was now squirming aroudn on top of Courtney, not helping his erection problem.
Gettign Daisy down wasn't their only goal..once they had Daisy dogpiled, the boys, Henry included, began to yank at her shirt in the hopes that, when her team mate finally pulled her to her feet, Daisy might have left that article of clothing on the ground, rendering her naked unless he's taken the time to put on a bra.
One advantage of Frost's powers was that it made her body cold enough it hurt her attackers fists when they hit her. So they quickly decided to try more long range attacks and Frost soon found herself with rubber balls aimed at her head, hard balls aimed at her ass and chest, and tennis balls simply flung at her in an attempt to distract her. Along with a few brave souls who kept tryign to hit her or slap her ass for good measure."
231,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T00:12:00,Winter317,"Courtney never expected that to happen as she groaned out from the kick to her side now as well and coughed some as well. She turned her head to that side as well looking back at the guy who did kick her as well and reached for him to try and block it her self. She felt John squirming on top of her and felt his erection even more on her now as he was thankfully helping her situation now as well. She didn't know what she could do and didn't see her staff anywhere either. She wanted to help her friends as well who where being attacked again as well and yelled seeing the balls going towards Caitlin now as well.
Daisy kept fighting her way out of the guys but they were able to get her held down again as they tried grabbing at her shirt now as well trying to rip it off as well.
Frost was working her way up getting rid of the other guys now as well moving towards Daisy and knew they were throwing the balls at her and she would keep grabbing a couple of them pulling them off of Daisy as well. ""Get off of her now."" She said pissed now as well and grabbing now for them dodging the balls as she even grabbed some of the guys pulling them in the way of the balls coming at them."
232,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T01:20:00,dbspock,"Okay...this was a problem. One guy truing to kick Courtney was bad enough, but now another one had gotten the same idea and was on Courtney's other side, trying to kick her there while a third bent down at her waist and Courtney soon joined the others in the lack of shorts department. She, at least, had underwear on , though the boy moved to rip those off of her as well. John reached down to fend off that attacker, figuring Courtney would accept a blow to the side as the cost of keeping her underwear.
Daisy remained a favorite target of their attackers, and multiple pairs of hands grabbed for not only her shirt, but her bra straps as well, snapping them painfully agaisnt her skin every chance they got. Other pairs of hands tried to grab hold of her hair, arms, and legs as well, making it even more difficult to keep her clothes on despite Caitlyn's assistance.
Frost's attack didn't go unnoticed...but there were simply too many of them and for every one she fought off, two more took their place. Her command was, of course, totally ignored even by those who heard it, as boys kept tryign to sneak up behind her and wat her in the bare ass."
233,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T01:43:00,Winter317,"Courtney started to help out the best she could as well trying blocking off one of the attackers on her side as she didn't want to get kicked in the side again either or the other side and she was thankful that John was helping and could really feel his erection as well on top of her and thought some of that as well trying not to think about that. She felt her panties being exposed as well and kept fighting back and even tried to kick at him before he could get ahold of the panties as well.
Daisy kept fighting but there wasn't much going on either as they were getting her held down as well.
Frost kept fighting still as more of the guys kept coming after her and they kept getting their hands frozen as she didn't want them touching her as she could allow them to touch if she wanted it. She kept fighting still as the balls stopped coming for a little bit as well. But it was the four of them, really her as she was the only one standing and the other three of them against the whole gym. She was finally able to get to Daisy and pulled her up as well as then she sighed some as her bra was gone as well and she was completely naked."
234,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T01:55:00,dbspock,"Courtney did manage to fend off one of her attackers, and he went and laid don on top of her legs, preventing her from kicking out at the boy who was trying to remove her panties. John felt the hands moving for Courtney's waist and he reached down, grabbing hold of the side of her panties in an attempt to hold them up on her body, probably even giving her a bit of a wedgie as he did so. John hoped she'd understand his intentions and not be angry with him even as his hands brushed a bit agaisnt her ass in an attempt to preserve her modesty.
Daisy, of course, wasn't nearly as fortunate as her shirt was torn in half, then her bra was ripped off her body by Henry, rendering the Asian teen as naked as the day she was born. This made her the absolute center of attention as every boy converged on her, grabbing for her hair, arms, legs, waist, trying to slap her in the ass, knee her in the crotch and cop a feel of her exposed breasts. Even half naked as she was, Frost was almost totally ignored in the excitement over naked Daisy."
235,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T02:09:00,Winter317,"Courtney was thankful for John on her like that as well and felt them laying on her legs and thankful it would be harder to get her panties off even though he did give her a wedgie in the front and back of her as well as she groaned out some. ""Move down some to help."" She told him now as well wanting him down a little bit so she can breathe a little more and also to help defend herself and that would help her keep her panties a well.
Frost saw what was happening and grabbed Daisy as she was able to touch her with out freezing her and moved with her around now as well trying to get them to stop as she even punched a couple of them as well as they were coming at Daisy. Daisy was doing the same thing fighting them off as well thankful that Frost didn't freeze her either as well. They kept fighting together and fighting well together which helped them out.
Daisy even was able to knee Henry in the face breaking his nose and making his nose bleed now as well as she didn't care anymore.
That is when everything just changes as there was almost a boom in the gym now as well as there stood two figures now as well. Sara Lance and Bruce Wayne were before them. ""What the fuck is going on here?"" She said now as well looking at what was going on as she cracked a couple of the guys as they didn't stop either."
236,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T02:23:00,dbspock,"Move down some? It wasn't a bad idea, of course. The only reason John had chosen his current position was to make it more difficult for her to throw him off of her, as well as sit on ehr stomach and make it harder for her to breathe, neither of which was needed anymore. But moving down...that woudl place his erection squarely between her legs, and he didn't want her to think he was trying to take advantage of the situation. But it was her idea, so he nodded his head in agreement. ""All right."" He told her as he shifted down her torso, being careful not to dislodge her panties as he settled his waist on top of hers, effectively preventing the boys from getting a hold of her panties which were now firmly entrenched at her waist. This did have the effect of pulling her torn shirt even farther away from her boob, but John was taller then her ands managed to keep his shoulder covering it so no one else could see.
Henry lashed out and slapped Daisy firmly in the ass, causing her to spin around. He bent down and aimed a punch for her crotch (a favorite target of her attackers, it seemed) and he didn't see the knee to the face coming as he staggered back and fell to the ground.
The site of an authority figure was enough to beak up the unruly mob. A couple of the guys grabbed hold of the dazed Henry and they quickly fled the scene, soon leaving only John, Courtney, Frost and birthday suit Daisy with the exception of the new arrivals, which in addition to Lance and Wayne, consisted of Tim Drake and his friend William Queen, the son of Oliver Queen and adopted son of Felicity Smoak. Thomas Snow had heard medical aid might be needed in the gym and he entered as well, his eyes widening as he got his first look at his daughter's alter ego, complete with the snow white pubic hair. Her brother had also tagged along...but it was Daisy who drew his eye."
237,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T02:44:00,Winter317,"Courtney just wanted to be safe at this point as well now shaking her head as she did feel his erection now as well more on her over her panties now as she knew it would happen and figured it would work out as well. She thought about him in another way as well thinking about it all as well. Finally looking up at the two standing there as it was Bruce Wayne and Sara Lance along with others as well now as well as it was just the four of them in the middle of the room.
Daisy was just so pissed off at Henry now as well and shook her head about it all as well. She then started to cover up some and Frost moved in front of her as well so her breasts and everything was being covered as well not wanting to show it off to everyone. Frost didn't know that her father was there nor her brother that was until she looked over seeing them both now as well. She blushed some as well but Frost stayed out as well ready to take them down if she had to as well.
Sara looked at them now as well. ""Why are two of you half naked and why are you two on the ground like that?"" She asked confused about what John and Courtney were doing as well as their positioning didn't seem that good either. Frost was about to say something as well and then stopped herself now as well sighing some knowing that anything they said it wasn't the best either."
238,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T03:04:00,dbspock,"Well. she didn't slap him, which was a good start, but there was really no easy way out of this predicament. Even with the smaller crowd and no attackers, John didn't want to move for fear of exposing her, like what had happened to Daisy.
Sure...that was the only reason he didn't want to get off of her.
""Um...ma'am. Courtney's...shirt tore while we were sparring, so I'm...trying to help her cover up."" John answered Sara's question about why they were on the ground as best he could. He had an idea about why the others were partially or wholly naked, but he hadn't been involved in that and didn't want to speak for them.
This crowd, at least, didn't want to attack anyone, but Thomas was quite curious about what had happened to his daughter. ""Caity?"" He asked softly, noting the change that had come over her eyes now as well as her hair.
Thomas was more interested in his daughter than he was in the naked Inuman, though the same couldn't be said for Bruce. It wasn't her nudity he was interested in, (or at least that's what he tried to tell himself) but the injuries he saw. Frost's attempts to hide Daisy's body only being partially successful. Perhaps you should go to sickbay?"" He suggested, suspecting some of the marks on her skin would transform into bruises, indicating she'd been struck several times and could have hidden injuries."
239,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T13:50:00,Winter317,"Courtney nodded agreeing with John about what happened now as well and she could still feel his erection against her as well and wasn't going to mention anything of that. ""T... they started to attack Daisy and Caitlin and took my staff as well."" She said as well hating this all now as well.
That is when Caitlin realized that the staff was gone and she felt worse. ""I... I am sorry Courtney they came up behind us and did that as well to us."" She said looking down as well hating it all as well. She then heard her father now as it annoyed her as he was just paying attention to him as well. She shook her head. ""It is still me."" Frost was still out and about but she was able to pay the part of Caitlin when she really had to which wasn't that often though.
Daisy looked back at Caitlin now thanking her as well for trying to cover her as well. She heard what Bruce said and her still being naked didn't help anything either as she felt embarrassed meeting Bruce Wayne like that once again. ""I... I will go get looked at later but I don't think it really was anything wrong with me Mr. Wayne."" She said towards him as well.
Sara listened to everything being said by them now as well and sighed some she looked towards John and Courtney again. ""Well good boy not trying to actually strip her naked now, but you can get up now. I think Courtney is capable of actually holding up her shirt now."" She said as well and then showed the staff to Courtney as well. ""Are you speaking about this staff, they were trying to take it away and put it into someone's room, but they weren't able to do that at all."" She said and turned her attention to the doctor now as well. ""Dr. your daughter will be fine, she doesn't look like she has anything wrong with her, just her mutant ability coming out once again."" She said calling it that as that is what she always thought to call it."
240,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T19:11:00,dbspock,"John felt a bit of relief when Courtney confirmed his version of what happened. The only other witnesses were either busy with problems of their own, or were the ones who had just stolen Courtney's shorts and unlikely to admit to what had happened. But at least Courtney didn't seem inclined to blame him, though Black Canary (yes, it seemed the rumors were true and Sara Lance was goign to be their squad advisor) seemed to have a slightly different take on it. ""I wasn't trying to strip her at all!"" John told Sara a bit defensively. ""The shirt was an accident, and I was pulling her underwear up so they couldn't pull it down."" It was only then he realized his hands were still holding Courtney's panties, his hands agaisnt her bare ass under her underwear, and he quickly removed them. He glanced down at Courtney when Sara told him to get up. ""Are you okay with that?"" John asked her. Courtney was the one who'd asked him not to get up, after all, and the problem was her shirt was already down, exposing her chest to view if he moved.
""This is more than just you."" Thomas said, excitement in his voice. eighteen years of experimentation were finally pairing off. He then turned to Sara and glared at her a bit. ""Thank you for your opinion,DOCTOR,but I'll be the judge of that. And for the record, my daughter is not a mutant."" Well...she technically was, though her powers had been brought on by design and not some random mutation. ""You never told me about this during your exam."" He accused her as he reached out and grabbed her by the arm as he pulled her towards the door. ""I need to get a whole other set of baselines from you."" He declared, either not noticing or not caring that as he pulled Caitlin away, it left Daisy standing in front of Mr. Wayne fully exposed.
With Caitlin moved, Bruce got a full head to toe view of Daisy and he had to agree that it didn't look like there was anything wrong with her body, despite the bruises he saw forming. In any case, he knew the former SHIELD agent had received far worse beatings in her life and trusted her judgement that she didn't need medical care, so he moved on to the next subject. ""Everyone, I'd like you all to meet Tim Drake, the newest member of your squad."" He announced.
Tim, for his part, was caught in a combination of embarrassment and excitement with the amount of female nudity he was seeing. Internally he had to agree with Bruce...Daisy looked GOOD. But he did his best to ignore that aspect as he stepped up to Daisy (the only one who didn't really look occupied) and stuck out his hand. ""It's nice to meet you, Miss Johnson."" He said politely, making sure he looked her in the eye and not anywhere else as he stuck his hand out for her to shake. ""I'm looking forward to working with you."""
241,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T20:25:00,Winter317,"Courtney felt his hand leaving her ass as she realized where his hand was as well and tried not to blush some as his hand did feel good on her in that aspect as well. She looked up at Sara again and nodded. ""He was telling the truth Sara, he was trying to help me not get stripped anymore. We were sparing and he accidentally ripped my shirt during that and I asked him not to move because I didn't want them stealing my shorts as well."" She said as well as it did seem to bring Sara around a little bit. She looked back to John and nodded. ""If you wouldn't mind though yeah. I can hold up my shirt on my own."" She said smiling more now as well waiting for that and once he was up she got up as well holding onto her shirt and making sure she was covered up now.
Sara shook her head once again at Thomas again and sighed once more now as he brought Caitlin out of the room now and she was going to be their advisor as well. ""Well let's get this cleaned up and three of you dressed again so we can talk about what is going to happen next."" She said to them now as well and then held out the staff for Courtney as well. ""This is yours."" And Courtney took the staff thanking her as well.
Daisy hated this but it wasn't the first time she was stripped as she was thankful for Caitlin as well for her helping but she also didn't mind as she didn't mind as she thought she looked good as well. She listened to Bruce as well and nodded again as well. She then looked at Tim as well and shook his hand tight now as well. ""Good to meet you as well Tim, I guess we will all be working together and figuring it all out."" She said as well watching still now.
Caitlin and Frost were both in shock now as well watching this happening and her father pulling her away. ""Why does that matter you should know that there was something different about me you know it."" She said following as she was willing to freeze her father about him not showing up and leaving her basically naked anyway. She tried to pull down her shirt far enough as well now. She shook her head again pulling away from him. ""I want to change first and I am not getting naked again."" She said looking at him. ""You have my clothes in your car."" She said as well annoyed with him still."
242,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T22:48:00,dbspock,"Courtney's attempt to not blush was not entirely successful. As close as their faces were, John easily picked up on her embarrassment which matched his own. He nodded as Courtney relayed the truth of what had happened. True, he hadn't succeeded in helping Courtney keep her shorts, but at least she had her underwear, which meant she was a step ahead of Daisy and Caitlin. John nodded when Courtney said he could get up know...truthfully he did mind a bit as he really liked his current position, as evidenced by his erection, but obviously he couldn't just lay on top of her forever. So he finally pushed himself off of her...and sure enough her boob was in full view, and he quickly looked away...art the girl who had both boobs and everythign else on display, namely Daisy.
""Yeah, I guess so. Though from what I've heard of you you already have a lot of it figured out."" Tim told the older naked woman, and perhaps he held onto her hand a bit longer then necessary as he lost the battle of wills and his eyes roamed over her body a bit. William, for his part, wasn't going to let his friend Tim have all the fun. ""I'm William Queen."" William said as he stepped forward to shake Daisy's hand as well. ""I'm not really on the squad, but my mom works here, so I'll probably see you around."" Though he doubted he'd ever see her again as she was now, so he made sure to get a good look as Tim walked over to shake Courtney's hand, now that she seemed ready to receive a greeting.
""Actually, Sara, I need to have a quick meeting with John and Daisy."" Bruce revealed. He had a few things he wanted to go over with ehr, and a family revelation he thought she'd really want to know. ""Perhaps we can all meet for dinner after that."" He suggested as Leopold Fitz walked into the room, and likewise got another good eyeful of his former team mate in all her glory.
""You undergo a drastic metamorphism like this, complete with a power set, and you ask me why it matters?"" Thomas asked, shaking his head in disbelief. ""What happened to bring this on?"""" He kept shaking his head at her next statement. ""We don't have time for that."" He told her when she said she wanted to change. ""There's no telling how long this change will last, and I want to get some good readings. And your clothes are in your room."" He claimed, ignoring her statement she wasn't getting naked. She was probably close enough right now that he coudl run his tetsts, her shirt being short enough it really didn't cover anythign below the waist despite her best efforts."
243,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-18T23:02:00,Winter317,"Courtney got up and took her staff from Sara now as well and looked over to John as she still covered up her breast that would of been on full display to him as well but he saw almost everything else as well. She did keep blushing some as well thinking about it all as well and thinking about his erection on her leg before as well. Courtney then shook Tim's hand as well looking him over real quick as well.
Daisy shrugged hearing him now as she took her hand back before he took his hand back and then shook her head once again hearing that. ""Yeah I got enough of it figured out what can I say."" She shrugged again now as well and then looked over at William as well. ""Yeah you are Oliver Queen's son. I know exactly who you are William. I think everyone here knows who you are."" She said smiling once again now as well. Then seeing Fitz come in now as well. ""Oh Fitz, go get me some clothes to put on knowing that he would do just that as well as she knew Fitz pretty well.
Sara looked back at Bruce again as well. ""Sure you can talk to them later on, I just wanted to come and introduce myself to my team this year."" She said to them all as well. ""And we can all go to dinner, just have to get Caitlin to come with us as well."" She said as well seeing them walking off as well still and she shook her head once more now as well. ""Go get clothes on.""
""Then let me go get dressed and we can talk about this part of me later on. I was with my team now as well and you did all your tests and got everything from before. My DNA didn't change at all you know exactly what it is."" She said freezing his arm now as well to get him away from her. ""I am not your lab rat either."" She said pissed off going to go back and meet up with her teammates again as well as she didn't believe that her clothes and stuff was in her room."
244,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-19T08:47:00,dbspock,"Tim tried not to notice how her breasts jiggled when she shrugged, but damn it was hard. He then forced himself to step away and shake Courtney's hand as well...distracted enough by the sight of Daisy that he didn't think about the fact that with her staff in one hand, and her shirt in the other, she really didn't have a free hand to shake. ""Tim Drake."" He introduced himself, finding it easier to look Courtney in the eye as she was at least wearing underwear down below.
William couldn't help but blush furiously when the cute girl dressed only in her birthday suit acknowledged that she had heard all about him. ""Dad speaks highly of you as well."" William said, thinking it was just as well Dad wasn't here right now as he would have had a hard time explaining this situation to his wife. For his part, William saw no need to mention he'd seen his first naked lady today.
""Again?"" Fitz asked with a shake of his head, unable to resist teasing Daisy about the fact this wasn't the first time she'd made such a request. ""And I'll be right back...but you owe me one."" He insisted. He was well aware of where his friends room was, so he reluctantly turned his back on hsi nude team mate and headed there, unable to come up with a good excuse to stick around. Not one Jemma woudl buy at any rate, and he didn't want to make his girlfriend mad by ogling naked women.
""Great. I'll have Felicity reserve the executive dining room and notify Alfred we are having guests for dinner. Say in an hour? We shoudl be done with our meeting by then."" Bruce declared, then gestured for Daisy and John to walk with him. One advantage of being in charge was he didn't have to follow Sara's advice about them getting clothes, and he was curious how Daisy would handle his instruction to walk with him naked. It woudl tell him a lot about her, her willingness to follow orders, and if she really wanted to be at this school. A lot of people had protested when he had suggested her name, but he thought the bad P.R. would be worth it. He hadn't planned on her being naked when they talked about it, but he wasn't above taking advantage of the situation as it presented itself.
Thomas reached out and grabbed her shoulder as she started to walk away. Caitlin was never this forceful or disobedient, and he was beginning to suspect the changes went deeper than skin deep. ""We may not have the chance later on."" He told her. ""There is no telling how long this change will last. If your DNA didn't change...we have to figure out what did."" He yanked hsi arm back as she sent a chill up it, but he wasn't giving up on his experiment that easily. ""No, you aren't a lab rat. You are my patient, and my daughter, and I have to figure out what's going on with you. Before it gets worse."" He wasn't sure if it would keep mutating or not...that was one of the tests he wanted...needed...to run."
245,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-19T23:44:00,Winter317,"Courtney looked back at Tim and nodded again. She looked back at him once again. ""Courtney Whitmore, good to meet you and glad to see you are on our side."" She said as well hoping that he didn't feel like the rest of them that she didn't belong there at all either. She was interested in seeing what was going to happen next as well as she looked to Sara hearing Bruce Wayne talk that way to Sara now as well.
Daisy was thankful for Fitz going to her room and getting her the clothes now as well as she figured it was better than nothing that way and looked back at William to make sure he was staring now either. ""Oh so your father has talked about me, I hope all good."" She said faking a smile because she really didn't want to be there at all at this point especially since she was standing there naked in front of everyone as well. THen looked over to Bruce once he told her about the meeting and wanting to got that way now. ""I will be right there Mr. Wayne. I would rather not walk around the school naked and showing off to everyone."" She said as she didn't want to disobey an order from him but also really didn't want to walk around the school naked knowing it would be good for her or for the school and knowing the guys would be staring more at her as well. She waited for Fitz to come back. ""And plus Fitz shouldn't be that long anyway."" She hoped anyway.
Sara looked over at Bruce again as well. ""Yeah fine that works and we can all sit down and figure it out as well and figure out where to go with this rag tag group and how we are going to have to train them because it seems like some of the others aren't happy about who we have brought in."" She said meaning the other boys that were talking about them like they shouldn't be there.
Caitlin sighed again as he pulled her along now as well as her and Frost started to talk in her head now trying to figure out what to do if she was going to change back before it happened or not and not that she wanted to show it to him either. Caitlin said to Frost in her head. ""We can't let him see our DNA he will never stop with the experiments and I will be naked more often than not or you will be."" She said now as Frost knew that exactly as well and said back in her head. ""Yeah I know and shit will get worse but if we change back now he is going to want to try to get me to come back out just to get it so why not get it over with."" She said back now as Caitlin didn't want that to happen either because she didn't want to lose Frost either and wasn't sure what her father was going to do either."
246,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T02:39:00,dbspock,"""Same here. Glad I'm not the only one without powers."" Tim revealed he was in the same boat as Courtney as he cast an envious glance at her staff...between glanced at Daisy and Courtney's panties, though he really tried to focus on the staff and Courtney's face. ""And I don't even have a magic staff to help me.""
""Anything negative about you was directed more at SHIELD and the whole HYDRA mess."" William assured her, not wanting to lie and say everything had been positive. ""Except for that whole LMD mess, but he didn't know that wasn't actually you."" Okay...Daisy's history was a bit more complicated than he'd thought at first.
'Well done.' Bruce thought silently as Daisy didn't disregard his order, but respectfully suggested an alternative. Not that he was going to let her off the hook that easily, pretending to be a playboy had it's advantages, after all. ""Understandable."" He said aloud, then made a show of glancing at his watch. ""But as usual, I'm already running behind schedule. So we can take the maintenance hallway to my executive elevator so no one can see you. You can borrow one of my shirts once we get to my office"" That would answer her objections as well as test her resolve by keeping her naked a bit longer. Bruce knew she had to be acutely uncomfortable right now, and how she dealt with it would tell him a lot. He then glanced over at Sara. ""Yes...that is one of the things I wanted to talk to Daisy about."" He had had to fight to get her admitted as there were many who still didn't believe an LMD had done the killing and not Daisy. ""I had hoped to warn her before anything happened, but it appears I was too late.""
Thomas had no idea what kind of argument Frost was having internally as he risked grabbing her by the arm again, risking another cold snap as he led...dragged...her towards the infirmary once again. ""When was the first time you experienced this transition?"" He demanded."
247,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T02:56:00,Winter317,"Courtney looked back at him again hearing that and nodding once again. ""I am glad that I am not the only one but you have some bat tech on your side as well."" She said teasing him back some as well. ""And mine is only a staff."" She said as well and shrugged now as well as she was going to have fun with him as well. She could tell that he was checking her and Daisy out as well knowing just as much of it all.
Daisy looked back at William now as well and heard him bring up the LMDs as well. ""Yeah I can imagine that since Hydra was growing right under Shield's nose as well."" She said shaking her head once more as well as she shivered once he brought up the LMDs as well. ""Don't bring that up, I don't want to talk about it again."" She hated everything about that time and always wanted to forget about it as well.
Looking over too Bruce as he said that now as well. ""Bruce you can be a little late for something and it is not like we are going to be meeting up with anyone else, it will be me, you and Thomas in there talking about everything and why I am such a screw up and probably why I shouldn't be here."" She blurted out as she still did that as well as the LMD's kind of hit a nerve with her as well. ""And I am already standing in front of you 6 right now naked, I would much rather not take the chance of showing anymore to anyone else if that is okay with you as well. And not just a shirt of yours once we get there won't help."" She said now as well hoping that he would allow this to happen as Fitz was coming back soon enough.
Sara looked at him again. ""We are all here together and nothing will happen to her here, she is strong and you know it. The LMDs are gone and aren't coming back. The last of them were destroyed by us about a year ago."" She said thinking that was it but not knowing what else could be going on around them either.
Caitlin hated this still as well as Frost finally agreed and just kept moving and freezing his hand again as well as he touched her as she then stormed past him and walked that way knowing that she could just take control and move away from him if he wanted to but she figured just get this the hell over with."
248,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T03:27:00,dbspock,"""True...but I can train you on the Bat-tech, and I'm betting that's goign to be one of my assignments."" Tim replied, teasing her right back and not minding at all the prospect of working with the cute girl who seemed just about his age. ""And as I understand it that staff works only for you and can do some pretty impressive stuff. So it sounds like you must be pretty special if the staff chose you to bond with."" Yes, he was flirting with her a bit, but what was the harm?
""Sorry."" William replied with a wince. He'd just been trying to provide an honest response to her question, he hadn't wanted to offend her. Though watching her breasts jiggle slightly as she shivered was quite a sight, so he had a hard time feeling entirely bad about causing it.
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly as Daisy just called him Bruce...he hadn't invited that degree of familiarity with her. ""You have no idea what my schedule is like, Miss Johnson, so don't presume to tell me you do. And no, DOCTOR Snow won't be there, and I wasn't going to talk about you being a screw up, though that may change. If I didn't think you wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be here. Don't make me change my mind. I gave you my word that no one else woudl see you on the way to the office, if you can't accept that, we have a bigger issue to deal with. If you don't want the shirt to cover up, fine, but your arguing is only prolonging the amount of time you stand there naked. You could have been out of public view by now if you'd just come with me like I asked instead of arguing about it.""
He then glanced over at Sara...hopefully she understood what he was tryign to do. ""It looks like something has already happened to her, unless she forgot to get dressed this morning."" He pointed out, taking a little softer tone with Sara. ""And the LMDs aren't what I'm worried about...it's the legal trouble she's in I wanted to discuss....along with a more personal matter.""
Thomas yanked his hand away as she turned cold again. ""How did you do that?"" He demanded, watching her bare ass for a few moments as she stormed ahead of him then rushing to catch up. ""And you didn't answer my earlier question either. How long has this been going on? Why didn't you tell me?""
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FOUR YEARS EARLIER
I don't have time for this. Bruce thought with an annoyed frown as the alarm went off once again, indicating another attempted security breach of the Wayne Enterprises computer. The hacker was good...but his security system was better, and this time he got a location...but he couldn't take the time to go there. Not with the Joker on the loose. That madman always took priority. And besides, he'd just recruited Barbara Gordon to his crusade, he didn't have time to train anyone else. Even if he could trust the hacker with hsi secrets.
No...this wasn't a job for Batman. This seemed more like a job for SHIELD. But the only agent Batman trusted, Phil Coulson, was a few hours out and the hacker woudl be long gone by then. So in the meantime, the GCPD would have to handle it.
And that was how Skye (as she was known at the time) found herself sitting in the back of her van, working on her latest hack, when suddenly a bright spotlight shone through the front windshield. ""Come out of the van with your hands up!"" An officer demanded over the bullhorn after one of his men had snuck up next to the van and slashed a tire to ensure the eighteen year old wouldn't be trying to drive away."
249,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:04:00,Winter317,"Skye was ready and kept typing now as well smirking more as well loving this as she was sitting not far from Wayne Enterprises as she kept typing keeping up with the security system that kept trying to keep her out. ""Oh you are not going to keep me out at all. I will get in Bruce Wayne and I will know everything you do with your government contracts and everything in general. I will know everything."" She said as well as she kept typing as well. She had lived in her van for months at this point now as she didn't trust anyone else and knew Gotham would work out best so she started small with the Rising Tide as well.
She kept typing trying to work her way into the system and was just about to get in to the system when she heard the voices out side now as well. She saw the bright light as well and took it in as well. She looked out some as well seeing the GCPD out there and sighing again trying not to show that she was in there either but they were banging on the door of her van by that point. She grabbed some things as well putting things away so they couldn't be found and slide a couple of things down her shirt into her bra as well. Slowly Skye started to open the door and looked at them. ""Good Evening guys, I am not the food truck. That is down the street from here."" She smiled laughing joking thinking that they would just walk away as well."
250,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:20:00,dbspock,"The officers were in no mood for a sense of humor. As soon as Skye cracked open the door one of them grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the van, trying to throw her face down on the asphalt street. One woudl then kneel on her back as he tried to grab hold of her hands and secure them behind her back with handcuffs.
True, the tip they had gotten about the hacker hadn't given any indication that she was dangerous, but they didn't get paid to take chances, Besides, from what little they had seen of their target, it looked like she was quite cute. So no reason they couldn't try and have a little fun...at her expense."
251,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:23:00,Winter317,"She didn't expect that at all as they got her to the ground with ease as well as she yelped again feeling them pinning her down. ""Calm down, calm down. I wasn't doing anything."" SHe said as she didn't fight knowing what could happen if she did and she had stopped the hack anyway and turned everything off now as well so they couldn't trace it anymore nor could they turn it on at this point. She didn't know what was going on. ""I was just relaxing listening to music what did I do?"""
252,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:30:00,dbspock,"""Yeah...I'm not doing anything. That's what they all say."" The officer kneeling on her back snarled at her as he finished cuffing her hands together, then yanked up on her arms so that they would painfully wrench agaisnt her shoulders. That gave him room to shift up a little on her back so that he was kneeling more on her upper back. From what he'd been able to tell from the brief glimpse he had of her, she had a pretty good rack...and now it would be compressed agaisnt the hard ground.
Behind her, two officers hand entered her van and begun to search it. One of them had found a suitcase of her clothes and took great pleasure in dumping it out on the ground next to her, letting her see her privacy had been violated in that way as well. Uncalled for? Probably, but a whole lot of fun, and they all knew internal affairs wasn't going to bother with the complaint of some teenager who lived in her van."
253,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:34:00,Winter317,"Skye groaned out as he bent her that way and coughed out in pain hating feeling bent back this way as he didn't hold back either. She yelped again as well and then saw her stuff being dumped on the ground as he knelt on her like that. ""Get off of me like that. I am a girl and nothing more than that. And stop dumping my clothes on the ground. That isn't fucking nice at all. I did nothing at all. I just have come computers."" She said annoyed now as well as she had been arrested before but got smarter with trying to get away with it as he didn't hold back either as well. ""Come on stop that."""
254,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T04:42:00,dbspock,"""Oh...sexy."" The man whispered quietly so only Skye could hear as she groaned out. In response to her protests, he did lift himself off of her back for a bit...but only so he could bring his weight down on her even harder. ""You ain't in charge here, bitch."" The man pointed out, as if it wasn't totally obvious by now. ""And just a girl...got any ID on you?"" He demanded, then reached a hand back and began to reach into her rear pants pocket...though he seemed more interested in feeling up her ass than checking her for ID. ""Or anything else on you you want to tell me about?""
""Oh...just come computers. Some very nice computers, looks like."" One of the officers searching her van pointed out as one of said laptops soon flew out of the van and impacted the ground next to Skye's face. Her protests about the clothes only resulted in another officer kicking them around, until he bent down and picked up a pair of her underwear. ""I approve."" He told her, as if she'd care about his opinion. ""Is this the type you are wearing right now?"""
255,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-20T23:35:00,Winter317,"She was just thinking it was better now as well and then groaned out as the air was driving out of her lungs once again as he drove back down into her back again. She coughed again trying to catch her breathe still as well wondering what was going to happen next as well. ""It isn't in my ass if that is what you are getting at right now."" She said feeling him grab her ass as well as she kept coughing still as well. ""It is in my van if you would just look right in the dash."" She said.
She saw the computers fly and hit the ground as well and knew that they were not the best but still not the worst and she put them together herself. ""What the..."" She stopped herself knowing that there was nothing she could do for this. ""Aren't you suppose to take that stuff down town and not just toss it around."" She finally said and watching him check out her panties and holding them up. ""Those are actually ones I found in the trash."" She said getting bitchy back at the officer holding her panties."
256,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T03:13:00,dbspock,"""Oh, how cute. Can you do that again?"" The officer mocked her as she groaned, then lifted his weight off of her only to bring it down on her again before he resumed feeling up her ass. ""And you didn't answer my question about what you might be hiding under there. I guess I'll just have to look for myself."" He warned her before he he pulled her jacket up, then found the hem of her shirt and pulled that up as well, exposing a portion of her bare lower back which he began to run his hand along.
Meanwhile, one of the officers had found her fake ID, but he hardly glanced at it before he put a lighter to it. ""No ID here."" He claimed as he dropped the flaming ID on some of her clothes which began to smolder. ""Seems like she's a vagrant, and we'll have to haul her in.""
If anything, Skye's comment only encouraged the men to throw more of her stuff out of the van and onto the ground, clearly not at all concerned if they broke it or not. The officer who was looking at her panties frowned at her comments. ""You've got a big mouth...maybe you belong in the trash."" He declared, then made sure she was watching as he drew back his foot and kicked her in the side before he knelt down next to her and tried to cram her panties into her mouth to shut her up a bit."
257,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T03:19:00,Winter317,"She coughed once again as that happened and she just felt violated right now as well and hated being in this spot at all now as well. She saw everything happening that still as she was in shock seeing that they just did this and knew nothing would be done about it as she saw more of her stuff being thrown out and the ID on fire in her clothes as well. She just laid there trying to get this over with and go to jail so she could get out again and get away from this place. She would be happy it anything or anyone just showed up to help her.
She moved her head away so he wasn't able to stuff her panties into her mouth as well as she kept fighting them as well as it was the 4 or 5 cops there and just her, a little young woman that really couldn't fight or fend for herself now either. She knew everything would dump soon enough if she didn't type in the code and was more than willing to just let it happen as well. She knew that once they moved her van it would happen. She figured just staying quiet would be best at this point."
258,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T03:27:00,dbspock,"The officer frowned as he kicked the what looked liek a teenage girl in the side and elicited no response from her. ""Oh...so you think you are tough, do you?"" He demanded as he brought his foot back and kicked her in the same spot again, even harder.
Her lack of reaction didn't bother the man who was rubbing her bare back...he was just enjoying touching a female right now, and he kept pushing her shirt and jacket farther up her back until he reached her bra strap which he then yanked on before allowing it to go back into place with a loud SNAP! 'Now that had to hurt.' The officer thought as he continued to run hsi hands over her bare back, 'searching' for weapons. ""The sooner you start answering my questions, the sooner I stop."" He warned her.
The man who was trying to feed her her panties wasn't going to take no for an answer. One of the men who was emptying out her van soon became bored with that and knelt down next to her instead. He grabbed a handful of her hair to prevent her from turning her head as the panties were attempted to be stuffed in her mouth. None of the men knew about the program she had running, at at this point probably wouldn't have cared if they did."
259,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T03:55:00,Winter317,"She wanted this to stop now as well and was on the verge of tears now a well as the pain just took over her body and everything they were doing to her just was making her feel worse as well. She tried to keep looking away as the tears welled up in her eyes and started to stream down as well as they were true tears. She felt and heard the snap of her bra as she yelped out again. ""I don't have any weapons on me."" He said honestly and upset still as well wanting this to just be over now. Once the office grabbed her hair and made her yelp again the panties were stuffed into her mouth now as she could just taste it all. She was still crying from it all and just wanted to be saved as she didn't know who was around at this point and hoped someone would stop them soon enough."
260,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T04:02:00,dbspock,"Far from gaining any sympathy, her tears just brought laughter from the men when they noticed them. ""We got a crybaby here!"" One of them men cried out triumphantly while his partner grumbled...he'd just lost the bet on how their target would react and handed the bill over reluctantly. The man grinned as the target's own bra caused her to cry out in pain, then he finally moved off her back, but that was only so the man grabbing her hair could force her to arch her back, lifting her chest off the ground finally. Though it was debatable if Skye felt any relief from that as the man took the opportunity to reach aroudn and grope her breasts through her shirt and bra. ""No weapons? What do you call these then?"" He demanded, not caring that she couldn't speak right now due to her underwear in her mouth."
261,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T04:08:00,Winter317,She was just being felt up now on the ground as well hating her life and just feeling even worse and just overcome with it all as she kept crying still as well as she was just a young woman and they were treating her like a piece of meat now. In pain and hating it all still as she didn't fight them and let them do basically anything that they could as the one felt her up now as well and she didn't know what to say now as she had a comeback in her mind to say but knew better and plus being gagged with her panties wasn't helping the situation.
262,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T04:12:00,dbspock,"""Aw...nothing to say? I guess we'll just decide what they are on our own then. I think they are udders, cow."" The man laughed as Skye was finally hauled to her feet. The target seemed to be ready for the next phase, but despite the fact her cuffs were swiftly removed, the way the men surrounded her it seemed clear letting her go wasn't on their minds. Indeed their intentions were conveyed with a single word.
""Strip."""
263,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T04:29:00,Winter317,"She didn't know what was going on and the next thing she knew she was on the feet and they were uncuffing her as well. She reached up taking the panties out of her mouth now as well and dropped them to the ground now as the four of them surround her as well. ""Excuse me?"" She was confused now as well. ""I am not getting naked here and now. Just take me the jail like you are suppose to."" She said still in pain and hurting from everything they did and just wanting to be away from them right now."
264,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-21T04:36:00,dbspock,"The only response Skye got was a baton from one of the officers standing behind her hitting her squarely in the ass. The officer who had delivered the blow then stood back and waited for the teen to process her choices. Strip, or get beaten and then strip. They weren't going to let her leave until they saw her naked, one way or the other."
265,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-22T00:34:00,Winter317,She yelped again looking back at them now as she looked back at the one that hit her with the baton now. She was nervous still looking for someone to help but it was just the 5 of them in this area now. She then started to undo her pants slowly as well knowing that she didn't want to get beat that way either. She was still so nervous about this. She then started to take off her shirt as she stood there in her bra and panties now as she held onto her bra so she wasn't showing her breasts off to everyone.
266,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-22T17:23:00,dbspock,"""Coward."" The man who had struck her ass (the same one who had knelt on her back and felt her...searched her...complained when Skye complied and began to remove her clothes. He wanted to hit her a few more times anyway, but the leader held up his hand to restrain him. The prisoner was complying and didn't need to be beaten...yet.
The others were quite content when Skye peeled off her shirt and pants, vastly increasing the amount of skin she was showing off. One of the men moved forward to grab her discarded clothing, adding it to the pile of her belongings so she couldn't change her mind and get dressed quickly. ""Cold?"" One of the officers mocked her...the sun was going down and it probably was a bit chilly for the underwear clad teen. ""I could warm you up."" He offered with a chuckle, while another man prodded Skye in the crack of her ass with his baton. ""Underwear too."" He insisted. ""And jewelry."" Another added. It was unlikely the necklaces hanging around Skye's neck were worth much, since she was clearly living out of her van, but hopefully they had sentimental value and it woudl devastate her to lose them. In any case...the men wanted her as naked as the day she was born, and weren't likely to stop until that was accomplished."
267,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-23T00:38:00,Winter317,"She looked at them now as well as she knew this wasn't going to turn out good at all now as well as she was still outnumbered as well. She was still scared as well and knew that there was nothing she could do either. She was really trying not to do that at all as she was looking back at them telling her to strip naked now as well. ""Y... you can see everything al...already. C.. can I keep them. You are taking me into the jail any... way. I will need my clothes in there."" She said now almost begging now to keep her bra and panties on right now hoping that she could buy some time for something or someone else to show up or them to realize just how much was going on and that they were completely wrong which she knew wasn't going to happen."
268,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-23T04:36:00,dbspock,"""Not everything."" One of the officers pointed out, and her failure to comply immediately earned her another whack on the ass with a baton, one that likely hurt even more as only a pair of panties now covered her rear.
""You won't need your clothes in jail...they will issue you everythign you need."" Another one pointed out before he jabbed his baton towards her exposed stomach. ""Keep this up, you might go to the hospital instead of jail anyway."""
269,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-24T15:14:00,Winter317,"""Okay... okay.. okay."" She coughed after the one officer poked her in the ribs now as well as she was hoping that is wasn't a broken rib at that point either as well. She then started to take down her panties slowly as well wanting to take it easy and hated feeling this pain right now. She wished she knew how to fight a little better but there was nothing she could do. She got her panties down and stepped out of them but not far. She then took down her bra dropping that with her panties as she then covered her breasts with her hands now as well as she tried to stand there a way not to show off her pussy to them either."
270,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-25T03:09:00,dbspock,"Okay was not the word the men woudl have chosen when the teenager removed the last of her clothing...excellent was more what came to mind, as the prisoner was really quite attractive, and couldn't entirely cover herself during the process, giving the men a few glimpses of her private areas. when she was finished, the men chuckled at her attempts at modesty. Her breasts were covered, but no matter which way she turned there was always someone staring at her bare ass and pussy.
One of the men moved forward, snatching her underwear from the ground (not noticing when the items she hid in her bra fell to the ground), and he shoved the items into hsi pocket as souvenirs. ""Jewelry as well."" He insisted. As it was all she had on anymore, her necklaces were hard to miss. ""Then put your hands by your side and turn around. Let everyone get a good look at you."""
271,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-25T15:10:00,Winter317,"She stood there still just hating this all right now and hating everything about this as she was just in pain sight and any one just walking by could see her and she wanted to be away and dead by now as well. She was listening to them still as well and didn't want to do anything more either. Looking back to them as she saw them take the panties and waiting for them to notice what she put down from her bra as well. Once they didn't say anything she figured she was going to be hit as well and sighed again as well. Then hearing their words saying for her to take off her jewelry as well now. She then started to do that taking it all off and keeping it in her hand and hearing them wanting her hands by her side she complied as well. Then slowly starting to turn around knowing that the creeps are just going to check out her ass, pussy and breasts and she just felt defeated and would get them back for this as well."
272,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-25T18:16:00,dbspock,"Skye's discomfort was obvious, which was part of the point. The rest of the point was to get to stare at a naked pretty girl, and that was working out quite nicely as well. Once her jewelry was removed and no longer distracting the view of her breasts, the officers made no further comment about it, especially as Skye distracted them with an unobstructed view of her naked body.
""I don't know...her ass is a little flabby for my taste.""
""C-cups? No way, look at those things. She's got B-cup tits at best...maybe even A.""
""She probably just sits in her van all day and hasn't ever seen the inside of a gym.""
The officers made every disparaging comment they could think of regarding Skye's nude body, but their displeasure with it didn't stop them from photographing every inch of it, though after a couple of minutes of her display, the officers knew they had to move on. ""Put your hands behind your back."" The lead officer ordered her as he took out his cuffs and approached her, clearly intending to handcuff her once again now that she had no more use for her hands as far as he was concerned."
273,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-26T02:38:00,Winter317,"Skye just stood there now as well on full display and listening to their words just felt like everyone else judging her and being complete assholes about it all. But she wasn't going to say anything back at all, yeah her breasts may have been B's but she didn't mind at all. Her ass was a good size she thought and maybe she could of been in the gym more but she was more comfortable around technology then she was in a gym setting.
Hearing his words as well as he looked back at the one taking out his hand cuffs. ""M.... may I put on some clothing first before you do that?"" She asked as polite as she could be as she didn't want to be handcuffed naked and taken in naked at all. Nothing like this has ever happened before and she didn't think it was right at all so she was trying her best to get something from them as well."
274,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-27T05:36:00,dbspock,"""What clothing?"" The man mocked her as the others laughed. ""This is how we found you...have to take you in for indecent exposure...especially with that flabby ass you got."" The men's amusement only increased as the officer swung his baton at Skye's bare ass, fully intending to strike her across both buttcheeks as punishments for her defiance. And if that wasn't enough, another of the officers used that as a distraction to aim a hard jab at Skye's unprotected stomach."
275,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-28T01:33:00,Winter317,Skye didn't know what to think at this point as they said that and she knew there was nothing that she could do either. She was nervous still about it all and didn't want this to happened as she started to wonder she knew that she would have to figure some things out for the next time though. She couldn't help getting hit in both her ass and stomach now as she groaned out in the pain now as well hating this as well as her hands came to her stomach now as well wanting the pain to go away as she almost dropped to her knees from the strike.
276,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-28T06:17:00,dbspock,"""Wimp."" The officer who hit her in the stomach complained as Skye staggered after his strike, no matter how justified her expression of discomfort might be.
""I SAID behind your back."" The officer who had struck her in the ass snapped as he put hsi baton back on his belt, then approached her. He reached out to grab hold of her wrist, 'accidentally' brushing against her breast in the process, with the intent of twisting her arms painfully behind her back so he could put the cuffs back on her."
277,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-29T01:23:00,Winter317,She knew what was going to happen next as well and hated it all right now. She was going to do just that for him as well as he went to go put her hands behind her back but he stopped her and yanked her arm back feeling the pain from it. She groaned out in pain hating this and put her other hand behind her back once again as well wanting to avoid getting her other arm ripped out of its socket now as well and complying with the officers as well.
278,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-07-30T05:53:00,dbspock,"The man merely laughed at the groan the pain he inflicted on her elicited, then eh easily hauled the teen to her feet. ""That's right...bounce those titties. As much as you can, at least."" He mocked her as he shook her body, forcing her tits to jiggle on her chest, much to the amusement of the onlookers, as he dragged her to the car. But he didn't place her on the back seat...she wasn't gettign off that easily. Instead, he forced her to bend over the hood, her breasts pressing agaisnt the cold steel as her ass stuck out at them.
""When was the last time you got a good paddling?"" He demanded as he brought his hand down agaisnt her ass with a satisfying, to his mind at least, SMACK."
279,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-01T13:58:00,Winter317,There was nothing she could do as they had all the control and were able to move her any which way but she knew that if she ever got out she would come back here and take care of these four officers. She would remember their names and she would be back and deal with them the right way. She heard everything he said as he bounced her making her small ass giggle and her breasts as well as she just felt humiliated at this point. Then the feeling of the cold steel of his squad car sent a shiver through her body but she was able to not show it to them either. The tears welled up in her eyes once again as she listened and didn't even answer him as she knew what was going to happen and then feeling him smacked her ass as she didn't make a sound at this point as she didn't know what to do but she was crying.
280,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-03T05:10:00,dbspock,"This time, the tears on Skye's face didn't make an impact on the officers, they were all far more concerned with the show she was putting on as she was forced to stick her ass out, making it a prime target for the officers as they each took turns striking her buttocks. The only downside was...she was too quiet. They wanted to hear her cry out in pain...have her beg for them to stop. So one of the officers got a little ambitious as he found a belt in his squad car, then used that to whip her across the ass cheeks.
""You want us to stop...ask us nicely."" One of the men mocked her."
281,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-06T02:18:00,Winter317,"She did her best trying not to give them any more satisfaction from them beating my ass the whole time with their sticks as well as she flinched a couple of times from it all now as well. She was crying on the ground as there was a cut on her face from this as she had been flinching and jerking around from it all. Then hearing the officer and feeling the belt now as it made her yelp now as well. She finally started to cry some more as well and wanted them to stop. ""J....just take me to jail please. I... I want this to stop."" She said now as well hoping that they would believe her and stop."
282,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-06T06:44:00,dbspock,"""There we go."" The officer called out in pleasure as Skye finally yelped from his strike...or whipping might be a more accurate term. He frowned for a moment at her plea, then shook hsi head. ""I'm not buying it."" He told the others as he withdrew his baton, then began to run it along her ass until it lined up with ehr asshole. ""I think she needs a stick up her butt to really mean it."" He threatened."
283,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-10T00:59:00,Winter317,"There really was nothing she could do at this point either as she was against her will and they could do anything to her at all. Listening to this all right now and hearing him as she didn't want any thing more to happen either. She listened and looked back at him. ""Please no, please please please no. I just want to be put into jail please."" She was begging now as she was scared and hating every second of this wanting it to be over already as well. ""Please don't do anything more, I just want to go to jail please."" She begged some more."
284,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-14T18:45:00,dbspock,"""A pretty young thing like yo, not dressed like that in jail? What do you think will happen to you there?"" The officer pointed out mockingly, but he had come too far to turn back now. He started to insert the end of his baton into Skye's asshole...
When suddenly another vehicle pulled up, it's bright headlights eliminating what little cover the encroaching darkness was providing Skye. ""What in the bloody blue blazes is going on here?"" Detective Harvey Bullock demanded as he exit3ed his vehicle, though the question was mostly rhetorical. It seemed pretty clear what was going on."
285,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-18T01:08:00,Winter317,"Skye was shaking and hating this right now so so much as she wanted to be away from there and the officer was right though as she was in for more when she went into jail now. She had nothing else to fight for what so ever and was just about to give up when she felt it brighten up in the alley way now as well. She peaked up now as well and looked at the car now. Hearing those words she started to fight again. ""Please... please help me... they did this to me and are causing pain to me. Please. My clothes are right over there."" She said trying to fight for something here also in a way to put it back to the cops now that were standing over her."
286,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-18T06:36:00,dbspock,"""Resisting arrest!"" The officer who had his nightstick almost in Skye's ass claimed when she began to fight, and he jabbed Skye hard with it at the same time one of the other officers struck her in the back and legs, sending her to the ground.
""Back off!"" Harvey snarled at the officers as he reached in and grabbed Skye by the arm. ""Get in my car."" He ordered her, ignoring her statement about her clothes. Right now, he had the other officers a bit off balance, but they still outnumbered him four to one, and it was unlikely the naked girl would be much help. If they didn't leave soon...they might both wind up beaten after this."
287,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-20T01:41:00,Winter317,Skye didn't know what else to do as she groaned out once again as she was hit by the night sticks a couple of times more. She was ready to fight them right now but quickly did realize it was just him and her on the same side as well. She got up and moved over that way and climbed into the back of the car now wanting to get away from them as well as she knew she would get back there and get her clothes as well and deal with everything she was going to anyway.
288,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-22T00:59:00,dbspock,"Damn. Harvey thought as the cute (it was hard to miss that fact) girl provoked her captors and got hit a few more times for her trouble. But there was no help for that...not when he was outnumbered four to one...the prisoner hardly counted as an asset at this point. She clearly came to the same conclusion and followed hsi order to get into the back of his car. Harvey hated to do it, but a tactical retreat was called for and he backed away until he could climb into the driver's seat.
""You need to get to the hospital, kid?"" Harvey asked once they were safely away from the scene. Well...as safe as Gotham ever got, anyway."
289,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-23T02:00:00,Winter317,"She sat there in the back of the car just trying to cover up what she could right now as she wasn't able to cover over her breasts at all. She sat there and shook her head. ""N.... no I don't need to go to the hospital at all but I do need some type of clothes. I... Thank you for coming and saving me as well. I ... I thought that they were going to kill me at some point."" She said honestly as she was coming to that conclusion very very quickly there as she knew that they would ruin her stuff but also knew that they would probably leave things there as well as they wouldn't know what it was either. She looked back at him. ""I... I am Skye."""
290,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-24T08:02:00,dbspock,"Harvey tried to pay attention to the road, but damn...that girl in the back was quite the distraction. Easy to see how the others had wanted to get handsy with her. ""Good. No hospital is easy enough. Clothes...well, the guys I'm taking you to meet might have soemthing for you. This ain't exactly a boutique."" He grunted a bit in response to her thanks, but hsi voice softened a bit. ""Sorry I didn't get there sooner. Bats message got a bit diverted. But I doubt they were goign to kill you."" Of course, the fate they probably had in mind for Skye was worse than death, she might have thought, but no pint in telling her that. ""Harvey."" He returned her introduction."
291,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-27T00:40:00,Winter317,"Listening to him talk now as well as she sighed some hearing about batman as well and shook her head as well. She kept her head down once again hating this all and knowing how royally she fucked up as she kind of started putting two and two together in a way. ""O...okay and they would of done something worse than kill me, they would of raped me and then left me to live and go to jail and be there for everyone while they still walk free."" She bluntly said out loud now as well. ""T...thank you Detective Harvey."" She sighed finally starting to calm down once again. She didn't know what to think anymore and would remember this for as long as she was alive would deal with them when she had the time as well."
292,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-28T07:00:00,dbspock,"""Uh...yeah."" Harvey admitted as Skye pretty much nailed what would have happened to her if he hadn't intervened. He couldn't help but smile a bit as she called him 'detective Harvey'...that was kind of cute, and not just because she was naked.
It wasn't long to their destination. However, Harvey was not taking her to the police station. He pulled up outside what looked like a small office building, deserted this time of night with the exception of one window with the light on. Harvey parked his vehicle beside a red convertible, then got out and opened the back door for her. ""There's someone inside who wants to talk to you."" He informed her as he looked down at her, getting another eyeful of her nude body."
293,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-29T20:00:00,Winter317,"She sat there still as she figured that he would be taking her to jail or something along those lines right now as she sighed again looking about and figuring that this isn't towards the jail as they finally start to pull up to a place now. She looks at the building and then seeing the car as well. ""W....where are we? And who am I suppose to met and really they want to meet me naked? I would like some type of clothing. Could it be a jacket or your shirt or something? I can't go in there naked."" She was hoping that he would give up something to her now so that she could go up there and feel a little better now.
""I mean what is this building anyway?"" She asked wondering and looking back to the building knowing that he was looking at her body and there wasn't much she could do as she was still hand cuffed as well. ""W...would you be able to uncuff me as well? Please, these still hurt."" She said turning to show him them behind her."
294,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-30T06:27:00,dbspock,"""Don't know, kid."" Harvey admitted. ""My orders were just to bring you here. Didn't say nothin' about naked, though. I might have a coat in the trunk you could borrow."" Her not wanting to go into a strange situation nude was understandable, and he'd do what he could for her. He got out of the car and went to the trunk, and Skye could hear him digging around a bit before he came and opened the car door for her, a trenchcoat that smelled of cigar smoke draped over his arm.
""Get out."" He instructed her, then shrugged when she asked about the building. ""Some sort of government agency."" was all he told her, then stared at her thoughtfully when she asked about the cuffs. Nice ass he thought, then blushed as he realized what he was doing. ""Maybe after we get inside."" He offered as he draped the coat over her shoulders. It didn't hide much except for her backside, but he supposed it was better than being naked. As for the cuffs...he wasn't goign to risk releasing her while she could still run."
295,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-08-31T02:03:00,Winter317,"Skye sighed again as that happened and climbed out as well feeling the coat being put over her now as she started walking inside with him as well. She looked around the building again as well. ""I am not going to run."" She said to her hoping that he would believe her as she wanted to try and cover up something more of herself atleast before going into see who ever she was going to see now. She heard government agency and started to wonder just who it could be. She kept walking ahead just getting the smell of the cigar covered trench coat as well and just allowed it to go. She just hoped that it would be over sooner or later though and help her as well.
Finally getting up to the door as well and looked back at the detective now as well waiting for him to open the door since she wasn't able to either. She was nervous now as she didn't know what to expect on the other side of the door and was kind of thinking he was going to try and kidnap her and turn her into something and he was just putting on a show in front of the other cops now."
296,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-02T04:32:00,dbspock,"Harvey actually chuckled lightly when she claimed she wouldn't run. ""Exactly what you'd say no matter what."" He pointed out as he walked with her up to the building, and dam, it was hard not to notice how the jacket hung over her tight little body. If anything, being slightly covered just made her more attractive to him, but of course letting ehr know that would be a bad idea, so he remained silent as he opened the door for her (unlocked, he noticed, odd for Gotham, but seemed to fit in this situation) and he relaxed a bit as he shut the door behind them, confidant she wouldn't run now.
""I'm going to have to take the jacket off to get to the cuffs."" Harvey pointed out reluctantly, digging the key out of his pocket, not sure if she'd prefer to be covered or get the cuffs off. He certainly wasn't just going to strip her again without permission...it appeared she'd had enough of that. But at least the lobby they were in was empty, so she wouldn't be showing off her body to anyone new."
297,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-08T02:48:00,Winter317,"She sighed some realizing that there was a chance she would run but she was naked at this point and knew that she couldn't get that far as the other cops would and could probably catch up to her again. She followed him inside now as well looking around once again. She stopped hearing his request now as well and looked back at him. ""And once the cuffs are off I can put the coat back on then?"" She basically asked as she did not want to be cuffed with her hands behind her back still.
She had thought about it hard and long and knew that it would be better out of the cuffs in case anything else was to happen and that way she could maybe defend her self. But she knew that she wasn't one that could fight that well but no one else knew that. She could play it off as it was 4 on 1 there and she figured maybe she could maybe take him. ""F.... fine I want the cuffs off thought as well and I will put the jacket back on once that happens."" SHe did look around the lobby there and it was empty which was good. She calmed down some but still want keeping an eye out around them just in case he was going to try something."
298,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-28T08:00:00,dbspock,"""That's right."" Harvey promised her. True, there was part of him that would enjoy seeing her walk around naked, but while he might be a flirt, he was also a decent man deep down and wouldn't do that to her. Once her permission was secured he took the coat off her shoulders, once again baring her naked body to hsi gaze, and now she didn't even have the cover of darkness to hide behind.
He draped the coat over a chair, and damn, she was hot. He couldn't help but stare for a few moments as she coudl do nothing but stand there, unable to cover herself. ""Wow."" Harvey said softly, then with a shake of his head snapped himself back to reality, though Skye's body managed to distract him enough he fumbled gettign the key out of his pocket. He felt the key slip from his grasp and it unerringly flew forward until it bounced off her breast before it tumbled to the floor.
""Damn."" Harvey muttered as he bent down to pick the key up...placing his face right at eye level of her pussy. And of course this was the instant the interior door opened and two men dressed in suits entered the room as well."
299,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-29T00:53:00,Winter317,"Skye stood there still as she just felt like on full display right now and just wanted to get out of this at this point. Watching and taking in everything he was doing and knew he was staring at her body and heard his comments as it disgusted her that he was staring and checking her naked body out the whole time. She knew better than to say anything or to do anything that could hurt her chances of getting out of this at this moment. She stood there feeling the keys bounce off of her breast as well and watched and heard them hit the ground. Bitting her lip as she was annoyed at this point just wanting to get out of the cuffs as well. Skye saw right where his head was and saw him staring some more, doing everything she could not to knee him in the house.
She was quickly snapped out of it hearing the door open now as she looked over at the men now and moved behind the chair trying to cover herself the best she could now. ""C... can I help you with something?"" She asked nervous again thinking of making a run for it. She figured she could get away from Harvey but not sure about these two gentlemen at this point either. Also hopped that maybe they could help her get out of all of this as well."
300,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-29T03:27:00,dbspock,"Okay...this was NOT the sight the two agents had expected to see when they walked in. They barely noticed Harvey kneeling there fumbling to pick the key up...not with Skye there offering an excellent distraction. They barely got a glimpse of her pussy as she scurried away behind the chair, but there wasn't much she could do about her breasts.
""As a matter of fact, you can."" Agent Coulson wasn't quite sure how to deal with ehr state of undress, so he elected top just ignore it. ""Have a seat."" He offered her as he and Agent Ward sat down in two seats opposite her. ""That will be all, detective."" Coulson told Harvey as the detective stood there uncertainly. Well aware of the men's jurisdiction, the man simply nodded and picked up hsi jacket as he started for the door."
301,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-30T01:56:00,Winter317,"Skye watched the two men now as well and tried to cover up again as well. ""Wh.. what do you want with me? And can I please get out of these cuffs and get some clothes?"" She said now as well wondering and hoping and not wanting to show off even though the of the men was very good looking but wasn't the best first meeting either. ""And who are you anyway?"" She asked not moving to take a seat just yet as she was still naked now as well. She was going to will her way into something to help herself out here and get some what of an upper hand now as well."
302,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-09-30T07:00:00,dbspock,"So...she was goign to play it that way. Agent Coulson, the 'good cop', stepped back slightly and let Grant take the lead, ""He said sit down."" Grant barked at her. They had her at a disadvantage and he was goign to keep it that way. ""Now you can cooperate, or you can leave. And I don't think much of your chances if you go out on the street dressed...or not dressed...like that. "" He ignored her question of who he was...she was here to answer questions, not ask them."
303,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-03T15:10:00,Winter317,"Looking back from the one and then snapped out of it when he started to bark at her now as well and hearing his words. She sighed as they were going to call her bluff and there was nothing she could do at this point either. She moved around giving Grant a dirty look the entire time and sat down in the chair now. She crossed her legs over and then did her best to cover her breasts with her arms. ""What do you want to know then Richard."" She said looking towards Grant saying that basically calling him a dick."
304,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-03T23:00:00,dbspock,"Skye's body rather than her face attracted most of their interest as she walked around the chair and took a seat, so her dirty look was missed though it could have easily been guessed at. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, her efforts at modesty only served to call attention to her nudity rather than hide it, but neither man made mention of it. They also ignored her veiled insult, and it was Coulson who responded, now that Skye realized her position. ""We woudl liek to know if you'd rather work for the government, or be a prisoner of the government."" He said, pretty sure which option she'd choose as she had just experienced what being a prisoner was like."
305,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-05T00:32:00,Winter317,"Hearing the voice and then hearing exactly what he said now as well looking towards him once again. ""Excuse me? What did you... say? You want me to work with the government?"" He asked now wondering as well. She was still so confused as well as she expected to be asked about what she did and then sent to jail. She was still caught off guard now as well. ""And what exactly would I be doing if I worked with you people, who ever you are and whatever you do?"" She asked trying to get something out of them atleast to help her even though she was probably going to make the only good choice she had."
306,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-05T06:49:00,dbspock,"""Well, your hearing is excellent."" Coulson said with a bit of a smile. Skye (yes, he knew her name) had repeated exactly what he told her. ""As for what you woudl be doing..."" He ignored her implied question about who exactly he was working for), well, not that different from what you do now, except with the advantage of a steady paycheck and without the problem of avoiding law enforcement. A hacker of your skills shouldn't languish in jail."" Not to mention the fate that would await her in such an environment, but she was smart enough to figure that out on her own at this point."
307,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-06T00:53:00,Winter317,"She sighed once again as she started to wonder what he wasn't telling her right now but also knew she wasn't really in a place to really talk about it all either and she groaned again. She was interested in doing this though as well. ""Well I guess I don't have much of a say really. I.... I am in. But I need my van and my clothes and this cuffs off of my wrists."" She said hoping that they would take them off for her finally. She wasn't sure that they would help but didn't know if she had a right to ask it but was going to ask it anyway. ""I am willing to help anyway, especially since you need a good hacker to try and figure out whatever it is you are looking for."" She smirked some ready to get the cuffs taken off of her."
308,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-10T02:46:00,dbspock,"There she was...making demands again. Grant started to speak up, but Coulson silenced him with a gesture. She had agreed to cooperate, and her demands weren't entirely unreasonable. ""We can get you a key and some clothes back at the bus."" Coulson informed her as he rose to hsi feet and gestured for her to do the same. ""But what do you need your van for?"" That was in police custody by now and getting it woudl require a bit of paperwork, which meant a paper trail, something he wanted to avoid if possible."
309,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-10T14:52:00,Winter317,"Looking at him now as well as h said those words as she was thankful for the help as well. ""W.... well it isn't that. All of my clothes were thrown about in that alley my van was in. I have something there I could change into."" She said avoiding the fact that she also wanted to find that flash drive real quick as well before going with them either. She knew that would help her because it had everything she knew about her family on it along with some secrets she could use as well. ""Please?"" She asked almost begging this time around as she would of gotten on her knees but knew it wouldn't look right at all."
310,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-11T08:31:00,dbspock,"""We have clothes back at the bus you can use."" Coulson repeated. ""And an expense account for you to buy more."" Replacing Skye's clothes woudl be far simpler than going through all the paperwork required to get her possessions out of police custody.
Truthfully if Skye had gotten on her knees Coulson probably would have taken her request more seriously. Grant certainly woudl have enjoyed it as well, and if she would have promised a repeat performance would have gone way out of hsi way to get her into his debt."
311,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-12T00:19:00,Winter317,"Looking at them again now watching this right now and sighing again. She then finally dropped to her knees. ""P... please, I I would much rather go to where they had my van and I could see what clothes are left there... I promise you it will be worth it and if they are ruined I will never bring it up again."" She said now putting her head down hoping as well that something would work out now as she never expected to be on her knees at this point hating this so much. She knew that there wasn't much she could do other than that but knew if she wasn't going back to her stuff she would lose all of her items she had backed up. She sighed too. ""Okay there is also some items there that they could of left there that I made sure to drop out of my van before they yanked me out. It would help me with my work and everything."" She asked hoping as well."
312,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-13T04:47:00,dbspock,"Begging? Was she begging? It certainly looked that way, and her being naked certainly fed into that impression. Coulson's mouth actually dropped open a bit at the unexpected gesture, and Grant didn't bother to hide his smile.
""Sure...we can go back to the crime scene."" Coulson said easily, It was unlikely any of the officers were still there anyway, and she was right...some of her clothes might still be there. He wasn't sure he bought her excuse about items being able to help with her work, he doubted she had access to technology better than SHIELD had to offer, but until they got back to base, she was still naked and cuffed, so if this was a ploy to escape, it wasn't a very good one."
313,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-14T01:21:00,Winter317,"Looking back at him as she heard everything now and she was thankful for that. ""I.... I promise you that I am not just trying to run. I just want to get clothes on some normal clothes if that is okay."" She said to them seeing Coulson's shock and Ward's smile as well. She wanted to give Ward a dirty look but knew better as well and she was thankful they were willing to help as well. She didn't move right away as she hoped that they would start out there now. ""I... I will even let you keep me cuffed if that is okay?"" She asked wondering looking back at them once again as well not moving from her knees either."
314,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-16T18:44:00,dbspock,"""Understandable."" Coulson said with a nod, then turned his back on the naked woman. It was both a sign of trust and of respect...trust that she meant it when she said she wasn't goign to run, and respect that he wasn't goign to ogle her nude form.
Ward, it seemed, had no such compunction, and didn't bother hiding the fact that his eyes raked over her as she knelt humbly before him. ""You'll 'let' us?"" He mocked her when she mentioned the cuffs...the cuffs that prevented her from hiding anything as he yanked her to her feet, 'accidentally' jerking her so that her breasts jiggled for him before he pushed her to the door, causing her to stumble a bit and show off her body more.
""Move it."" He demanded, slapping her on her ass to encourage her top move towards the door Coulson had just opened."
315,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-19T02:05:00,Winter317,"Skye then sighed some as she was thankful and felt his eyes on him the whole time as she was happy to see that Coulson was willing to work with her as well. She knew that Ward would be different though and knew she would have to work with him over time. Then feeling him yanking her to her feet now and looked back at him now. ""Yeah I will let you do that. I know it will make you feel more comfortable that you can't get beat by a naked girl."" She teased him now as he then slapped her ass and moved anyway. As it was a good feeling for her she acted like she didn't like it. ""Hey you watch that."" She said giving him another dirty look but did move that way and through the door again."
316,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-23T23:49:00,dbspock,"Coulson had walked out of the room by now, so he didn't see Ward spank Skye on her naked ass...he wasn't a fan of her smart mouth, though of course he was enjoying her tight little naked body. ""Oh, I am watching that."" Ward promised as he grabbed her firmly by the arm, shaking her a bit to make her breasts jiggle enticingly as he rested his hand on her ass as he 'guided' her through the door...only to trip her as they exited the building. ""Oops."" Ward claimed as he caused the girl to stumble...hopefully falling to the ground, unable to catch herself with her hands cuffed behind her back."
317,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-24T20:37:00,Winter317,"Skye was going to get back at him for this and followed him as he shook her around and she groaned out with each time he did it. His hand on her ass did help it some as well but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. As they were headed out the door and he said that and she did fall and tried to miss falling on her face but him basically in that spot. She laid there groaning out some. ""Fuck......"" Her head snapped back at him now. ""Why the hell would you do that on purpose?"" She was wanting to kick him because of it and knock him down but knew better in case Coulson was watching as well."
318,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-25T05:59:00,dbspock,"""Stop struggling and it wouldn't have been a problem."" Ward claimed as he began to move forward to help her back up.
""I've got it."" Coulson said. He wasn't sure whether to believe Ward or not, but no point in taking chances and give Ward another chance to abuse the prisoner. Unfortunately Coulson hadn't really dealt with a handcuffed prisoner for years and he miscalculated a bit. When he helped Skye up, he misbalanced a bit and her body spun around, and her bare breasts impacted with Coulson's chest as he reflexively threw hsi arms around her to prevent her from falling, wrapping the nude girl up in a hug."
319,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-10-27T01:00:00,Winter317,"Skye shook her head not wanting to say much at this point wanting to just hurt him when she got the chance. She was going to get him back for it and little did she know it would happen. She was thankful when Coulson helped now as well trying to get her to climb up and she wasn't going to fall at all, and then felt his arms around her. ""W....what are you doing?"" She asked confused now looking at him still shaking her head. ""W... what i...is going on here. I... I am not some toy just to mess with."" She said ready to kick someone if she had to."
320,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-01T03:47:00,dbspock,"Clearly Skye didn't believe his stumble had been a genuine accident, and he doubted a reassurance from him woudl change her mind, so instead he just removed his arms from around her once she'd regained her footing, then silently escorted ehr the rest of the way to the car, trying not to notice how her ass stuck out as she climbed into the back seat...Grant gladly climbing in after her until Coulson stopped him.
""You drive."" Coulson ordered, and Grant knew he couldn't fight it as he climbed into the front seat instead. leaving Coulson to climb into the back and sit next to the naked prisoner. ""Seat belt."" Coulson explained as he reached across Skye, trying to avoid touching her as he grabbed the seat belt and began to draw it back across her body."
321,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-02T23:55:00,Winter317,"Skye sat in the back of the car now and didn't expect anyone climbing in with her but then realizing that she moved over some more. She sighed and was thankful when Ward wasn't going to be sitting next to her and knew he would tease her this way. She sat back and just tried to relaxed and looked at Coulson and was about to say that she couldn't do that until he leaned over and buckled her in. ""T...thank you."" She said to him softly and honestly as well as she hoped that this would get over soon enough. Finally as the car took off she realized that Ward was now going to be stopped hard and turning hard to see her body move this way as she kept feeling his eyes on her the entire time. ""You should really watch the road Agent."" She teased him once more."
322,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-05T05:32:00,dbspock,"""Your welcome."" Coulson replied, pretending he did NOT take an extra second or so to make sure the belt was resting comfortably between her breasts and not on them.
""I am."" Ward claimed, and at least he was keeping an eye on it for the most part, though eh did make several turns that may not have been strictly necessary, though at least Skye had a seat belt on that secured her in place...mostly...and prevented her from sliding into Coulson when Grant took a corner too sharp."
323,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-11T00:56:00,Winter317,"Skye sighed again wanting this to be over at this point as well and looked around knowing he was taking turns that he didn't have to either as he kept doing it. She shook her head at him and just let him go still she knew that he would pay for it sooner or later as well. ""A... are we almost there yet?"" She asked him wondering still leaning up some now. ""Shouldn't be this long."" She teased now."
324,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-11T21:26:00,dbspock,"Ward ignored her comment abotu it shouldn't be taking this long, and Coulson TRIED to ignore how she looked as she slid around on the seat until Ward suddenly slammed on hsi brakes, throwing Skye forward agaisnt the seat belt and making her breasts flop around one last time. ""Not much to see here."" Ward pointed out, now able to give Skye his undivided attention in the mirror, and indeed there was little evidence Skye had been there before. Her van had been towed away by this point, and only the remains of her shattered laptop indicated where she had been strip searched."
325,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-11-23T00:52:00,Winter317,"Skye sighed some now as well and hated this as she groaned out as he slammed on the brakes now as well as it did hurt and jerked her forward now. She coughed once as well and looked back at him not saying much else now. She looked over at where her van was and then saw the laptops as well. She sighed once again. ""C... can I go look out there at my clothes.. that are still scattered out there and put some on... and look for my drive as well?"" She asked wondering and hoping as she looked at Coulson now."
326,Caitlin's Coming of Age,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/caitlins-coming-of-age.20901/,2021-12-11T20:33:00,dbspock,"Coulson reached over and unsnapped her seat belt, pretending not to notice how it struck her bare breasts' as it snapped back into place. ""Sure."" He agreed as he exited the vehicle, then circled around and opened the passenger door for her. ""If you find anything, just let me know and I'll pick it up for you."" He offered, not willing to uncuff her hands from behind her back and make it easier for her to run off if she chose. He didn't think much of her chances, though...the area looked pretty bare."
327,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-18T00:25:00,Sara4rp,"The alarms waled all around as voices were shouting all around the ship trying to figure out what the best course of action was for this kind of situation as a young girl sits in the captain's chair listening to all the ideas of her crew as she keeps a mental note of time until collision with the giant space rock hurtling toward the ship and the fuel too low to do anything but have the crew abandon ship in the escape pods but where would they go the closets inhabited planet a few parsecs from their current location and would take hours for anyone to come and rescue them the captain thinks as a girl with long black hair and a nice figure starts to shake the captain ""Come in Sara now is not the time to look into space what are your orders"" as Sara looks at the girl and nods ""sorry Victoria just thinking now we are going to try and go around at the last sec to try and save fuel"" Sara says as the crew nods and gets back to work at their stations ""I will let you know when"" Sara says as she looks out the viewport and when she tells them to start making the way around it was too late and with a loud crash the ship is gone.
Sara soon wakes up from her nightmare in a cold sweat as she takes the rags that is with her in her cage and daps her face with it to wipe the sweat off her face. after the crash she was the only survivor, and the day has left a scar on her mind and will never let her forget all the people she could have saved if she just went with the safest option but instead it killed her entire crew but her and now, she is a slave in some inter galactic slave trade now on her way to an auction to be sold off to the highest bidder, as she sighs and lays back down she tries to sleep more but it fails to come as soon she cage opens at the bottom and her breakfast is slide under and the guard tells her to get ready because this time tomorrow she will have an owner and this could be the last decent meal she will have in a while. After breakfast she is sent out to get examined for the starting biding price."
328,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-27T17:06:00,Silver Lining,"Princess Sapphire took time to take care of one of her many gardens of different (what else?) blue flowers before finishing getting ready to go to the auction. The tall 19 year old brunette was to get a new servant, a personal one for herself, for her birthday. This was supposed to have happened last year, but her mother ended up trying to stop an escalating war between her and the Garnet kingdom over a mountain they shared. Sapphire (ironically also the name of her kingdom) had loved climbing it as a little girl, but that can be explored as the story progresses. This much can be said, she and the Garnet princess were friends and met at the peak. It was their parents and their squabbles that kept the two kingdoms from being at true peace.
The auction was packed, but Sapphire pushed to be near the front, and looked at her blue 19 card. How ironic the number she was bidding with was the same as her age. When she saw the ex-captain of the ship, for some strange reason, she thought of another jewel princess. She would have loved to ""own"" Ruby as that spoiled girl badly needed discipline. The Sapphire Kingdom was probably the kindest of all the Jewel Kingdoms, but they also had some of the strangest and strictest rules. Sapphire herself was guilty of breaking the sneeze etiquette law countless times, but how can you control a sneeze?!
Her mother said there was no cap on the price, so every chance she got, her 19 card was up. Soon enough, she looked like she would finally have a personal servant. First thing she told herself, was the young lady she just bought was to be educated in the laws, and hopefully she didn't have issues with them like even the princess herself on several. Then she'd be taught gardening, greeting.... Oh Sapphire had several days already planned out. She couldn't wait.
"
329,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-29T16:02:00,Sara4rp,"As Sara watches from the stand as people bid on her she kept looking over who was biding and what they looked like to see if by some chance she could find a way to escape when her eyes fall on a a younger girl in a blue dress who kept bidding on her as Sara wonders who she is and if she is even old enough to be bidding but those thought quickly left her head as the gavel come down and the auctioneer says ""Sold to 19 the young lady in the front"" and Sara does take a small sigh of relief when he says that because she thinks she can get away easily with the young girl instead of one of the older ones and a small smile crosses her face at the thought as she walks off the stage to go meet her new master"
330,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-29T16:42:00,Silver Lining,"""Good morrow, fellow young lady. I'm Princess Sapphire of the Sapphire Kingdom of the Jewel Realm. Have you heard of us?"" She tutted, looking at the outfit. ""My valet must look like a proper valet. Come along, we'll go to the castle and get you some proper attire."" She only held lightly on to Sara's arm before reaching the coach and helping her in. ""In you go."" She climbed in after her. ""Please give me a chance before you decide to attempt an escape. I can promise you good meals and conversation. Maybe more if I'm well pleased."" She gave a flirty wink. ""Servants are people, too, and we try to be friends before disciplinarians. Personal valets actually have the cushiest jobs. They help the royal dress in the morning, change clothes, and undress for bed. I believe Earthers call them... Butt-lars? Something like that.""
She waited for her mother to join the coachman up top after paying the fee. ""What's your name?"" She asked, playing with Sara's hair, wanting to hear the girl speak for herself, as the coach was finally underway.
(And what does she look like?)"
331,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-30T01:13:00,Sara4rp,"Sara blushes as Sapphire is playing with her hair still not deciding if it is ok to trust the girl or not but decides to play along for a bit ""well my name is Sara and I will do my best to please you mistress"" she says as she looks down a little her mind racing trying to figure out how much info to give away but thinks there is already a lot that is known about earth and probably the humans on earth but still decides not to share too much just to be on the safe side"
332,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-30T04:48:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire gave a pouty frown. ""What's all this mistress garbage? It's either Miss Sapphire or Princess Sapphire if you must use an honorific."" She raised an eyebrow, not knowing the Japanese on Earth also used the term. ""Uh... You do know what an honorific is, yes?"" She stretched back in the seat, putting her arm around her. ""Want to tell me a little bit about yourself? What you like to do? Games you play? Here's your chance to communicate with me prior to being all dressed up in a uniform."" She shrugged shoulders and raised her free hand. ""Palace servant, princess personal valet uniform... But still."""
333,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-08-31T22:11:00,Sara4rp,"Sara thinks about what she should for a min before she takes a small sigh ""I don't normally do anything in my free time when I have it my life normally consists of work eat and sleep"" she says wondering a little of what this uniform might be like but not too much as just about anything is better then the rags she was wearing when she was with the slave traders bit then she remembered the more important thing so she asks ""well what do you do in your free time then princess Sapphire"" Sara asks looking at the girl curiously"
334,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-01T15:17:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire blinked. ""Nothing? Reading? Adventuring? Art?"" She tutted ""Oh we are definitely going to have to change that. All work and no play makes one's life dull.""
The princess had to shrug. ""I'd like to learn to cook, but it's not a regal occupation. Music, gardening, art, exploring... I mean we all have to eat, so I can't see why cooking isn't regal."" She softly caressed Sara's cheek, before looking out the window and sighing. ""We're going into the foothills, you care to look out the window."" The peaks of the taller mountains would just be beginning to be seen, but the road still seemed to remain fairly flat. Rolling hills would be around them, green with pastures and crops, with the occasional tree seeming to line up along the road as it stretched out before them. Farmhouses were scattered about. ""The main village, Capital of the kingdom where the castle sits just outside against the mountains is about another hour or two away,"" she explained. ""Sara, I might have to insist you join me in some of my leisure activities. You have to have fun in your life.""
She then developed a mischievous smirk. ""Ever kissed a girl? Because if the view outside isn't enough..."" She purposely trailed off. Sure it would be Sara's choice, but if she'd seriously never had fun... The Gem Princess knew of a fun game she was taught at some of the royal sleepovers she had. She'd made out with three of her fellow realm princesses... And loved it. She was into the ladies as a direct result."
335,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-02T14:56:00,Sara4rp,"Sara looks outside the window as they approached the foothills listening to what the princess was saying about it taking a couple more hours till they arrived at the castle and Sara's face redens a little when she was asked if she has ever kissed a girl as her head jerks to look at the princess ""um wh what was that"" Sara asks as she wonders why the princess is asking this of her ""I um n no I have never kissed anyone"" Sara says after thinking about the question for a minute"
336,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-02T21:57:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire gave a flirty pout with a wink. ""Oh, wow, never ever? Anyone?"" A shrug. ""Just curious."" She said, gently caressing as she pushed some of Sara's hair behind her ear. ""Since I prefer the ladies."" A chuckle that sounded like the Princess was seeing the irony of her own statement, considering her 'playmates' in those exploratory games had been fellow Princesses. ""Proper ladies."""
337,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-03T15:07:00,Sara4rp,Sara blushes and looks back out the window not knowing how to handle the situation so she decides to keep quiet and think about her next while she looks at the scenery pass by on the way to her new home
338,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-04T00:36:00,Silver Lining,"All Sapphire herself could do was just smile and nod, as they would spend the next few hours in relative quiet, both watching the scenery.
Once there Sapphire would be sent to her room to await Sara who would be taken to another area of the castle to be measured and fitted. It would be explained to her, that, yes, technically Sapphire is her mistress and yes, the princess doesn't like the term, but as her servant, Sara should either address her as Her Royal Highness or Princess.
She would also get her first etiquette lessons on how to greet Sapphire with a curtsy. Sara would also have to practice dressing and undressing a mannequin, before escorted to the Princess's Bedchambers.
For Sapphire, it was the longest hour and a half of her young life.
Sara's navy blue ""uniform"":
"
339,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-04T05:42:00,Sara4rp,"Sara takes a deep sigh before she enters Sapphire's bedchambers ""good evening princess how many I be of service"" Sara says as she bows and waits for her orders thinking nothing too bad will happen on her first day and maybe her last"
340,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-04T07:55:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire just looked over as Sara came in. ""Good evening, Sara. So that's what my valet would be dressed like. Have to admit, it does make you more attractive."" She put her book down and walked over to her bed. ""Prepare me for bed, please. As I think I'm fair spent. I'm sure you are too. "" She moved her hair to fall in front of her, to make it easier for Sara to undress her. ""My nightgown is underneath the right pillow on my bed. I suppose you have already practiced on a mannequin, now for the real thing. Don't worry, I'll direct you if you get stuck.... This sleeveless dress, for example, sometimes catches under my breasts, which means you may have to reach around me to... Well... Uncatch it."" She shrugged, before allowing Sara to do her job. She actually hoped Sara would cop a few feels on her while getting the dress off and putting the nightgown on."
341,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-05T16:41:00,Sara4rp,"Sara nods ""yes princess"" she says as she goes and grabs the nightgown before heading behind the princess and unzips her dress pulling it down and off like she was taught doing her best to stay professional as she can while changing the princess the entire time Sara is looking around the room with only her perifrial vision getting a lay of the room. After she finishes ""there you go princess"" Sara says looking at the girl in her nightgown"
342,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-05T20:57:00,Silver Lining,"What Sara would see starting at her left at around seven and going clock wise, was a stretch of block and rock wall all the way to the ceiling until about ten. Then it was a doorway that would go into the princess's personal bath which would have a lighted mine feel and actually would be cool. If Sara realized her directions and since even Sapphire had admitted the castle ""was against the mountains"", the bathroom was exactly that. A natural spring where the princess bathed, in a small natural cave like alcove. A perfect place to build a castle around. Leaving the doorway and continuing clockwise, the small area to the corner was the Sapphire Kingdom coat of arms shield and then the outside wall. Sapphire had a large picture window that looked out to the south east, and about fifty feet below and stretching out was a large maze with various lilac bushes of many colors making an intricate design. This was the only place in the whole kingdom that had any red, and both Garnet and Carnelian had told Sapphire's mom about roses and their meaning about promoting love. Two large rosebushes guarded the entrance. If Sara looked carefully, she could also make out the road that brought her to the castle, behind the maze. Pastures and crops stretched out along the rolling hills behind the maze. A ""Princess Seat"" which just appeared to be an overgrown daybed attached to the wall was in front of the window. Past the window for the rest of the far wall was various paintings including a painting of bluebells that looked like something Monet would have done. The corner, which in reality would probably be at two on a clock, was the actual restroom where a basin and toilet was. There was working plumbing... For the toilet. The basin faucets hadn't worked since Sapphire was really little, so apparently water had been brought from the spring to the basin, as there was a blue ewer, looked made of Sapphire, sitting there. Going along the nearer wall, now hung a tapestry that would detail the history of the kingdom and finally a long dresser with various hair care, face care and makeup lined up, along with a ballerina music box and an intricate blue (what else?) beaded jewelry chest with Sapphire's tiara atop it. From five and going behind the double door entrance to the bedchambers was a huge walk-in closet with only a doorway. In fact, neither bath nor restroom had a door either.
""Getting a lay of your room? As my personal valet mi cuarto es tu cuarto. I've slept on the princess couch before. It's quite comfortable. If it gets too cold by the window, I am not a big person so there plenty of room in my bed."" A sigh. ""Surprised you didn't have any bed clothes or a blanket. Someone's asleep at the switch, and you can believe they'll hear about it in the morning. From me."" She then gave Sara a kiss on the forehead. ""Thank you. If you'd like to borrow a nightgown for tonight,"" she pointed to the exact center of her nine drawer dresser. ""Those three nearest the princess couch are yours for when you get some change of clothes. I've already moved everything out of them in anticipation of a female valet. Turn the sheets over on the bath side of the bed (left coming in the room) and you're done for the night and can also retire. Friend."" She then gave Sara a smile. She did notice her looking, but since Sara hadn't copped a feel on her, the Princess assumed Sara might not be interested in girls. That wouldn't stop her from trying. With a flirtatious wink, Sapphire said in a bit of a lilt, ""Pleasant dreams!"""
343,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-07T04:46:00,Sara4rp,"Sara blushes a little when she hears Sapphire ask about getting a lay of the room wondering if it was that obvious then she clears her throat ""thank you princess for the offer but I have my own quarters and sleep attire they have given me so when you retire to bed I will be all set up"" Sara giving a reassuring smile so the princess does not go out and get mad at someone for something they have done and she was just waiting for the job to be over to get comfortable in her nightgown and head to bed"
344,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-07T13:10:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire seemed hurt that her personal valet wasn't sharing her massive room and bath and facilities, or her dresser and closet either, for that matter. Her dejected ""Oh,"" could be sensed. The smile returned. ""Well then, you're excused for the night after turning my covers. I tend to be up early, so if you don't see me in the bed in the morning, I'm in the bath."" She pointed to the room. ""Pop in there, greet me, and then await me to dry off and come back in here to dress me. I'm not going to ask you to be up when I am to help me bathe when I haven't had that help for a decade. Last time I needed help to clean myself was when I was eight!""
The next morning would be exactly as Princess Sapphire said. She'd be relaxing in the spring, running a loofah over herself, homemade soap on a rock and scented bottles of oil on the floor. Her ""tub"" did sit down some since it was a spring that would dip down. The servants cleaning area would be no where near as extravagant or natural with running water, and Sara would have to share even bath water with other maids and a few female cooks. Sapphire's offer of using a natural spring only shared by the princess herself, may become even more enticing, but she would also share the bedchambers and might possibly be disturbed with the early rising princess, no matter how quiet Sapphire tried to be. It depended on how early Sara arose to begin her day."
345,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-08T16:37:00,Sara4rp,"Sara bows and nods ""as you wish princess"" she says and heads over to turn the covers like she was ordered too and she makes a mental note to try her best to get up as early as possible so she can go ahead and start doing her job to help the princess in the bath like she was told to do when she finishes turning the covers she bows ""the bed is ready for you princess"" she says and steps aside but does not leave the room just yet as she waits for the princess to lay down so Sara can tuck her into bed"
346,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-08T18:23:00,Silver Lining,"
When Sapphire got under the covers, and Sara approached her to tuck her in, Sapphire stopped her. ""Sara. Sweetheart. There's some things I don't want my valet to do. Contrary to what Mother may have told you, I'm an adult. I don't need to be tucked in, and I don't want help bathing myself. Okay?"" She patted her cheek. ""Valets are not governesses. I'll see you in the morning after my bath, you can greet me while I bathe, but promise me, as my friend, no help unless I ask, is that agreeable? And since I used friend, just my name in reply will be fine. You're excused for the night, please get some rest.""
The next morning would be exactly as Princess Sapphire said. She'd be relaxing in the spring, running a loofah over herself, homemade soap on a rock and scented bottles of oil on the floor. Her ""tub"" did sit down some since it was a spring that would dip down. The servants cleaning area would be no where near as extravagant or natural with running water, and Sara would have to share even bath water with other maids and a few female cooks. Sapphire's offer of using a natural spring only shared by the princess herself, may become even more enticing, but she would also share the bedchambers and might possibly be disturbed with the early rising princess, no matter how quiet Sapphire tried to be. It depended on how early Sara arose to begin her day.
"
347,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-10T04:09:00,Sara4rp,"After Sara left the princess's room she went to her own room and went to sleep only to be awoken early by the same nightmares that have been haunting her since she has been here as she decides to go ahead and get the day going knowing sleep will be difficult now so she heads to the bath to clean up for the morning when she enters she finds that about 5 maids are already in there taking there baths and getting ready for the day as Sara finds and empty spot in the bath by herself she starts to wash and think about her plan for the day and how she might escape about 20 mins later she gets out and drys off and decides to go ahead and meet the princess as she knock on the bedroom door before entering and heads to the bath ""good morning princess"" Sara says with a bow"
348,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-10T04:53:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire looked up, seeing Sara and smiled brightly. ""And good morning to you, too, Sara! How are you? Sleep well? I'll be finished in a few minutes."" A knock to the door and one of the maids that had to get up even earlier had the princess's breakfast, and actually something for Sara.
Sapphire, meanwhile, was drying off. ""Oh. That should be OUR breakfast. Two pieces of French toast and two sausage links for you, and three each for me. A banana for us both, a cup of coffee for me and an orange juice for you. Remember, I originally thought you'd be rooming in here. Can you please get the door?"" She'd enter the main bedchambers in a simple blue bathrobe. ""We'll eat while it's still hot, and you can tell me about your night and the servant quarters."""
349,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-13T04:30:00,Sara4rp,"Sara bows and heads to the door opening taking the trey if food from the maid politely as closes the door as the maid leaves to continue her day and Sara turns to face the princess ""ok where shall we eat"" Sara asks as she holds the plate smelling the food her mouth watering a little as she does her best to avoid drooling all over the place at the smell of good food better then anything she has eaten sense she was home on earth"
350,Captain,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/captain.25792/,2022-09-13T14:37:00,Silver Lining,"Sapphire blushed and quickly cleared the small two seat table in front of her bed of her paperwork she had to finish claiming responsibility for Sara, and waved to the now clear table. ""That was on me. I was so excited about finally having a personal valet."" She sat herself and motioned Sara to sit as well. ""So the rule is, when it comes to clothes, you dress me, but when it comes to keeping my stuff picked up, you do exactly what you did this time. I must admit, 'Where do we eat?' was a classic and deserved. Other questions you can ask to correct me would be 'Does that belong there?' 'How do you find anything in this?' Y'know, things like that."""
351,Daemons {Chrystal Dark and ?},https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/daemons-chrystal-dark-and.22733/,2021-08-16T21:40:00,Chrystal Dark,"The world as we know it is not about to end, it is not in any danger. The world as we know it, never in fact existed at all, except in the minds of human beings with too little imagination. The world as we know it is one where Science reigns supreme and Religion comes in second, having been toppled of the top slot a few centuries back. The world as we know it has an explanation for everything and anything that cannot be explained is put down to random chance, entropy, God's Will, or the workings of Satan.
The world as we know it is a lie!
The world as it really is, that is a much more scary place. Have you ever put something down somewhere and when you come back it's moved? And no-one will admit to moving it? It was just your memory playing tricks. Ever seen a shadow move out of the corner of your eye but when you turn to look it is exactly where it was? Your imagination playing tricks. Ever seen something move, or felt a strange touch, but when you looked there was no-one there? Again, your imagination. Ever heard a soft voice inside your head encouraging you to do something you know you shouldn't? You're probably not taking your medication then!
Balance. That is the key. Chaos and Order in harmony, Yin and Yang, change and status quo. A raging torrent of a stream is deadly, but so is a stagnant pond. It is the chaos of the motion of the water that allows it to dissolve oxygen which allows fish and plants to breathe.
The girl hurried along the dark, rain-drenched street. Her hair was soaked, her thin shirt sticking to her thin figure, her skirt clinging to her legs. Her shoes splashed in puddles on the footpath. A street light in front of her buzzed and blinked on and off in a random sequence of dots and dashes. She ignored it, trying not to run, knowing she needed to get off this seemingly endless street of closed shops and abandoned businesses. She heard them behind her, heard the engine, saw the street light up as the headlights turned her way. The car pulled up along side her, the window wound down.
Do it...
""Hey, come on Carol, we was on'y funnin' ya. Get in the car. You'll catch yer death out there..."" The young man leaned out of the window, risking the rain as he did, the soft glow of a cigarette - except it was rather bigger and the smoke from it was a lot sweeter, illuminated one hand. The other reached out into the rain to grab at the girl. She evaded his hand and kept walking.
""Go away. Leave me alone...!""
The other young man, the one behind the wheel, leered at her. ""Tha's no way t' talk t' yer friends, honeybunch. We's off'rin' you a lift. Come on, hop in...""
""No. I'm fine walking. Go away...""
Do it now!
The car lurched forward and mounted the curb, blocking the footpath. The passenger side door burst open and before the girl could react she was grabbed and dragged in, thrown into the back seat. ""There, now we can give you a ride home. But you're all wet! Let's get these wet clothes off you before you freeze....""
Yes! Do it!
The young man began ripping the girl's clothes off, the street lamp overhead finally gave up and died, plunging the car into darkness. The girl screamed and struggled but the other young man was there too, holding her, stopping her fighting.
Yes! Yes!
""NO! STOP THIS NOW! The power of CHRIST compels you, begone, begone!""
The words echoed from outside the car, the figure in the dark raincoat and broad brimmed hat who had appeared seemingly from nowhere raised a hand, pointing not at the occupants of the car but at the roof.
HSSST! Fool! Meddler! You don't kn-
""SILENCE! I command you by the Power of The Lord Jesus Christ! Depart this Earthly plane and never return!""
Fool... You really th- KHHHHSSSSHHHHHT!
The dark clad figure muttered something under his breath and made a strange gesture with his hand, then took a deep breath. Now he turned his attention to the three people in the car. ""I suggest that the two of you let her go, and get out of here before I call the police...!""
""Sheet, dude's cray, man, talkin' to his-self? Let's get the fuck outa here..."" Car doors slammed, the girl pushed out onto the pavement, the engine raced, tyres squealed and the car sped away into the night.
""Come with me my child, You're safe now..."" The figure in black extended a gloved hand. ""I foresaw what would happen and was waiting here to save you.""
The girl backed away, terrified, scrambled to her feet and ran.
Mary Harrod let out a sigh of frustration as her husband pulled up to a traffic light that was just turning amber. ""Arthur, really, if you stop at every light between here and the tabernacle we're going to be late!""
Arthur Harrod shrugged. ""Sorry dear. But eh, better late than never, hmm?"" He was a patient soul, didn't really believe in all the mumbo-jumbo that his wife insisted on dragging him into, but as long as it kept her happy he was willing to go along with it. Both of them in their fifties now, both putting on a few extra pounds, him loosing the hair up top, her staving off the grey with wild colours more suited to a teenager in his opinion - that he wisely kept to himself.
This latest thing, this new enthusiasm for a religious kick that had been waning of late, had been sparked by a visiting speaker at the Tabernacle. Arthur had missed it, thankfully, but it was almost as if Mary had been hypnotised by him. Arthur would almost have said she was possessed, except that was the problem - she was now seeing demons everywhere and casting them out. And so, it seemed, were other folks from the church.
It all seemed pretty pointless, not to mention down-right dangerous, to Arthur. Messing with stuff like demons, who knew where it could end. The light changed and Arthur drove on through the rain filled evening, only to slow as the next light changed just as he approached it.
""Arthur! What did I just.... OH! Oh look Arthur. There's one of the horrid damned things there!"" That made him pay attention. She never swore. And apparently, in this case, she meant the word quite literally. Arthur looked where she was pointing but saw only a metal box that held the wiring that controlled the lights. He said as much. ""No dear, look. Look with your heart like I told you. Oh, it's messing with the controls. It's doing it deliberately to make us late! BEGONE, foul spirit. The power of CHRIST compels you!"" She spoke some strange, almost random sounding gibberish, that made Arthur roll his eyes and tut softly. And she made the gesture she had shown him. Amazingly the light turned green, and Arthur drove on, through lights that didn't all go red as he approached.
Behind him, a motorcyclist was mown down by a speeding car that ran the red light.
The figure in the black cloak and hat followed the girl into a blind alley where he found her cowering against a wall. Rain dripped from his hat as he extended a thin hand towards her. ""Please child, come with me, I'm here to help you. There's no need to be afraid.""
""Actually, there isevery need foryou to be afraid... Reverend Samuel Peterson.""
The female voice came from behind him and it's tone sent a chill down his spine. He turned and looked but there was no-one there. The he saw a shadow move, detach itself from the darkness and form a shape. A sickly grin spread over his face. ""Begone, foul creature of the darkness, leave this E...""
""SILENCE!"" The word cracked out like a whip. Peterson tried to say the banishing Tounges he'd been taught, tried to move his hand in the Holy gesture that would send this spirit of darkness back to the pit of hell from whence it came. But he couldn't. Couldn't move, couldn't speak.
The dark shade came towards him becoming more solid, assuming the shape of a beautiful woman shrouded in black veils. ""You have no idea what you have done, do you? This girl was supposed to have been raped tonight. She would have sought the police afterwards, reported those to young men, they would have been arrested, and convicted on the evidence of their DNA. The younger one would have admitted his guilt and become a reformed character, while the other would never have reformed and would have died in prison.""
Her head turned towards the girl shivering in a corner behind a dumpster. And their victim would have testified against them, and would have gone on to start a charity to help other victims of rape, support them in coming forward. Her daughter, the child of the rapist would have become chief of police and cleaned up the darkest parts of this city. But you, by your actions, have undone all of that...!""
Peterson found his voice at last and managed to stammer out, ""You c-can't p-possibly know that!""
""Can't I?"" The soft, silky voice from the demon continued. ""What would have happened if I had not intervened? You would have taken the girl to the homeless shelter that you run. She would have been traumatised by your appearance and pursuit of her as much as by the attempted rape and she would have remained silent the entire time, refusing to give any information,. Lost and terrified by the homeless people you surrounded her with she would have wandered off alone, unable to find her way anymore, until three days later the young man who wanted to rape her would find her again. This time he would kill her, and would go on to kill eleven more women before being killed himself in gun battle with police. His older brother, the one who would have died in prison, will fall in with a bad crowd, will become a major drug dealer in the city. There is nothing I can do to prevent that, but I can at least prevent you from further meddling in things you have no true awareness of..."" The black shadow reached out a hand and one finger touched his chest,through his clothing, spreading an icy chill across it.
""Y- You h-have n-no r-right-t t-to d-d-do th-this..."" Peterson stammered as he realised he was about to have a heart attack. ""H-who A-are y-you?""
""I am consequence, and you must face me and suffer my judgement.""
The man collapsed and the dark shape turned towards the cowering young woman. ""Caroline Enya, come with me, my dear, we will see if we can make this better..."" The girl looked up and she saw a kindly middle aged woman, who reminded her of a favourite aunt. She took the woman's hand and went with her.
""Police are this morning investigating the death of a popular local preacher and a female student from the university. Early reports indicate that the young woman was raped and murdered and that the preacher apparently suffered a heart attack upon finding her body. A police spokeswoman stated that they have DNA evidence from the young woman's body and hope to make an early arrest...."""
352,Dread.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/dread.23833/,2021-12-12T13:50:00,Mahadeva,"""Oh.. so youre here."" ""Of course, if you're here then some am I. I'm you after all. Or rather, what you wish you were.""
The delilusion was right, of course he was right. He's always right, like the devil that sits in your shoulder, feeding you all the terrible shit you could have done differently, and how incredibly fucked you are for not doing so. As if by some twisted reasoning that said devil is right, and soon begun believing him.
It was always the same, white room, two chairs, and nothing else. As always he took his seat, across from the perfection he so desired, staring blankly ahead. ""So this again."" He started, clearly unimpressed as usual. ""You can talk. I know you can. Why won't you talk? Say something! Do something! ANYTHING!""
The alarm went off. Again. The cold chill of the morn crawled up his back as he slowly came to senses again, that dream again. Slowly he reached over hitting the snooze button for the fourth time this morning before tucking his head under the covers.
He didn't care for it, not truly. As the saying goes, time is relative, and fuck a system that was conjured up by man, or so he would like to agree with. Slowly he managed to pull himself away from the bed as he made his way to the bathroom, where he took a shirt moment to splash a handful of water into his face, blinking a few times and going back to his room to get dressed.
It wasn't long after that he found hisbway out of his home and onto the busy street. Quickly he set a smoke against his lip before lighting the tip, taking a deep inhale as the feeling came quickly, dulling his sense of dread. He started off, the shop wasn't fsr from his home, a mere few kilometers, and thankly had a working car to get him where he needed to be.
Yet before he got into his car he'd notice a slip of paper under his wiper ""Just my fucking luck."" He hissed as ge grabbed the piece of paper and shoved into his jacket pocket before hopping into his car. It wasn't new by any means, but he liked it and it was fast.. enough. Any faster and he would probably get himself killed.
Placing the key into the ignition he'd hear the engine spur to life with a comfortable purr, as if excited to hit the road, far more enthusiastic then he ever could be. He paused a moment, rubbing his hand atop the dash. ""Be excited for the both of us, eh?"" He stated to his car and of course he had received no response, which is fair, it is a car after all. Without a second thought he had yanked the shifter down and quickly sped off into the bustling traffic.
He didn't mind the traffic so much, just so long as he was driving. It had a soothing sort of effect for him, the ability to have complete control over a half ton killing machine, where he dictated its speed and movement. Not like he would ever dream of using it to kill someone, but the thought was there, like a wallet lost on the street, you know you could easily just take the money inside, but in the end you just find the owner and give it back.
That's the sensible thing to do right? Right. Slowly he shook his head, he was doing it again, losing himself within his mind. Quickly he jacked his phone into the stero as he came to a red light and turned on some music. ""Maybe this will distract me enough."" Yet as he spoke, he'd feel a hand on his shoulder. His eyes had gone wide as his gaze shot up to the rear view mirror, were a set of white eyes stared back at him.
For whatever reason he had hit the gas on his car thinking that would help his escape as he yelled out. He swerved in and out of traffic before a bright light came from the right of him. His tired eyes had shifted quickly enough to know that he had raced into a intersection, and that a semi was barreling in his direction. He had closed his eyes, as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Then black.
His eyes peeled open, it was the white room again, with the same two chairs and the perfection sitting where he normally sat. A quick tilt of the head as perfection gave him a confused look ""Well you're sure early. What was it this time? Overdose? Hanging? Murdered?"" He fired off scenario after scenario at him, as if he didn't know already. Slowly he got up and took his seat across from him.
""Why do you need to ask? You already know.""
Perfection only stared with a slack jaw for a moment before shaking his head.
""Y-you just spoke!"" He casually gave a clap before returning to his normal indifferent demeanor. ""Why now though? That's my question.""
He was annoying at the best of times, and today was in fact, not a good day, he let out a heavy sigh before nodding ""Yes I spoke. Will you stop bugging me now?"" A dark smirk had grown in response ""Of course not, you know the rules. However, it's time to wake up.""
He blinked, and then again. Slowly his vision came into focus. A room, white with a bed that he now laid in, a sturdy cast that covered his right arm and a brace that kept his neck still. Yet that was it, no one but him, of course this is how it goes for someone so distant from people, so angry at the world that anyone who knew him would detach themselves, moving as far away as possible ""figures.""
He croaked to himself. His throat felt like sandpaper and he ached all over, yet he still lived and of course a pang of sadness had hit him, not that he wasn't happy that he wasn't dead, but if he'd actually died, maybe he would get to finally experience 'peace'. But to no avail, it never worked, he tried. But the curse wouldn't allow him to off himself. Not this easily.
So there he laid, continually pressing the morphine button until it wouldn't give him anymore and slumber soon took over as the drugs were starting to take effect. If he was going to be here, then he wasn't going to feel a fucking thing he thought while his heavy eyes closed and he fell asleep."
353,Dread.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/dread.23833/,2021-12-20T23:14:00,Mahadeva,"He wasn't sure how long it had been, days? Weeks? Not that he truly cared, yet he woke up all the same. Blink, then again. His vision slowly focused from the blurred state it was in until he could see that he was still in the hospital. ""Right. Here."" His tone matched his expression, Lifeless. Slowly he ripped the various cords that were latched onto his arm, causing the machine beside him to start sounding off. Soon after two nurses came rushing in to be met with a stark naked man while he struggled with his pants.
""Mr. Teshin you need to lay down."" He only chuckled at her commentary and shook his head before his glare locked on her ""What I need is none of your concern lady."" His words held venom as he had finally got his pants on and quickly slipped his shirt on before he placed a couple bills on the nearby table ""For your troubles.""
Before the nurse could say anymore he took his leave, not looking back as he quickly made his way towards the entrance of the hospital. Not that it would take long, god knows he's been here more times than not, and it was clear that he hadn't forgotten his way. Once he got outside he would immediately lit a smoke before taking a deep inhale and pausing as a question came to mind. Where is his car?
""Shit."" He dug his hand into his pocket for his phone, thankfully for him, his phone had twenty percent left on the battery. Quickly he thumbed through his contacts and pressed call, it rang a couple times until a husky voice answered from the other line.
""Yeah, thought you'd be calling sooner or later."" ""Well Ven? You have it?"" ""Yeah man, you know I do, But K, what the fuck happened? It took me forever to get it fixed."" ""Don't worry about it. Just put it on my tab.""
The man had sighed deeply before the line went silent. He would pocket his phone and start off down the street, it would be a couple hours before he could get to the shop from the hospital, but thankfully his ride was ready to go. Which also meant that he was out for a while. ""Damn, imma have to check the house this evening."" He scoffed to himself as he watched a bus slowly screeching to a halt in front of him, and soon after had hoped on."
354,Dread.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/dread.23833/,2021-12-27T23:19:00,Mahadeva,"The small trip on the bus was uneventful, and thankfully so, considering the moments that led him here were more then he had bargained for. Nevertheless he couldn't shake the feeling from before, the dread. As much as it was a quiet trip, his eyes couldn't help but dart around, seeing everyone in his vicinity, as a potential enemy or worse. A predator.
Yet with this unshakable feeling roaming around in his head, he almost missed the fact that the bus had stopped and almost left before he clued in ""W-wait!"" He quickly called out as he shot up from his seat, and dashed for the front of the bus. Moments later the bus driver left him behind with an angry shake of his fist. It seemed he wasn't the only one to almost miss their stop and by his words 'make him run late'. He shrugged as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way down the road.
The shop wasn't far, no more than an hours walk, yet as he opened up the door and stepped through he could feel something push through him. Quickly he glanced back towards the vast emptiness behind him, nothing. Something wasn't adding up and it was starting to put his nerves on edge. Fortunately for him, Ven had emerged from a nearby doorway ""Heya K."" Glancing up K smiled and nodded.
""Hey. My rides all good then?"" ""As always. But uh do me a favor. Next time you want to play chicken with a semi? Don't."" Ven had given him a small glare before letting out a hearty chuckle as he tossed him the car keys. A quick handshake was exchanged before K retreated into the the shop behind the counter where his car laid in wait. And just like Ven said, his car was in mint condition.
K had thumbed the key into the ignition as the car quickly roared to life, bringing a wicked smile to play across his face. Taking a quick glance he noticed the garage door switch on the dash as he pressed it and the bay door slowly opened up, allowing K to throw the shifter down and race off back into the streets."
355,Dreamers Doors,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/dreamers-doors.24723/,2022-04-07T15:06:00,arrivia19,"Her name was Rowe- her mother had named her that. Every moment of her life was a chaos of pain and turmoil yet, somehow, she managed to be unaffected by the troubles this rugged life brings to those who dare to live it. She had never known her father, and her mother died when she was 3, no siblings and no other family, she was alone in this world. Always moving from one family to the next, hoping, wishing one may love her enough to keep her but alas! That was not her fate!! Until.. at the age of 16 an old woman, wealthy and stern, found Rowe’a little charms very pleasing indeed. She took the girl in as her own and presented her with a room, beautifully furnished and elegantly designed, every corner speaking of a keen eye and able hand.
all was perfect! The little music box on the dresser, the lace curtains draping over the window, all of the candles which seemed always to be lit! The young girls lips were in a constant smile- three years of pure joy passed.. however.. the nature of fallen man has an effect even on the kindest of people and thus it was with our dear girl.. everything in the house was hers, every room, every corner, every maid at her bidding, and she treated them well.. there was one room, however, which she ought not to enter.. lest she be banished from this place for ever.. but every evening she heard knocking., softly at first, then louder, then it would wake her at night!
the frustration and curiosity too much for her now, she snuck through the halls in her bare feet and thin linen night gown to find what was behind this door..
(Continue only! I wanna try something! Just write, no planning! I wanna see what you would put behind the door- add any characters, setting etc etc but the idea is that she goes into this world when dusk falls and when dawn breaks she is released again- so every evening she has nine hours of whatever you picture or want to put behind the large wooden door! Thanks guys!)"
356,Escort for a night!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/escort-for-a-night.19157/,2020-11-25T23:13:00,jenwishuknew,"
READ FIRST:
As the title suggests, the RP revolves around a rich girl who has this dark fantasy that she decides to quench by allowing herself into circumstances where she wants to present herself as high end prostitute....just to live out this fantasy of hers. The incident is supposed to be a one time thing for her, but I see her returning again and again, finding different male partners who become repeat customers of her. And so, the fantasy becomes a reality.
Seeking: a partner to play male role (possible different male characters if possible and are capable of pulling it off). Someone who is a great RP partner and accept this RP and makes his own. Someone serious.
Writing style: Third person, multi para (more than 3) with great details and though smutty RP, I'd prefer to drag it out and play realistically!
Priyanka was a girl who had tried many things in sex. Some of them she didn't enjoy, some of them she loved. However, regular sex wasn't satisfying her anymore and lately the urge for something more wild was taking over her mind. Those guys from her college wasn't enough and this particular dream was annoying her. The dream was about turning into a prostitute for one night. Being paid for sex.
The problem is, Priyanka didn't need money. Thanks to her father, a CEO of an well-known company, she had the best education and consequently, everything a girl at her age could need. A nice car, a fancy apartment, a college she just attended to fill her day, any clothes and accessories she needed or didn't need. Besides that, she had a reputation to maintain, and being a prostitute would make things really bad for her if someone from the college or some friend or associate of her father's ever finds out. Being caught by the police too, it could devastate her father and it was the last thing she wanted.
There were two choices. Visit the streets of downtown or a five star restaurant bars...both of which were pretty much roamed by escorts and provided different set of clients. But as her urges became stronger, she planned for weeks what she would do. Then the day came and she drove her fancy car to a neighborhood in the opposite side of the a a city that was at hour and half's distance from college. A place she knew none of her social class friends would have the courage to step in. An area ruled by pimps and drug dealers that even cops wouldn't mess up with. Parking her car into a garage, she locked it safely as she went to the street dressed what would seem like some high class escort would wear. Or just a simple dress that showed a lot of skin. No one could recognize her as she was wearing a dress that was more on the opposite side than what she'd wear. Something way provocative. A very pretty and tempting black dress that was unique in style, even expensive looking as it hugged her curves and bared her legs past her mid thighs level. She did her hair into a wavy fashion while she applied minimal make up to complete her looks, matching her outfit with a pair of heels.
For now, she looked at the watch on her wrist, noting that it was only 10 pm. She promised herself only one night of this, to just delve into the erotic dream that seemed to haunt her and that would the end of it. Never again. She'd put a lot of thought into this, keeping an open mind about things for now. But, who would be that lucky one tonight? One...or a few....
"
357,Escort for a night!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/escort-for-a-night.19157/,2021-05-18T21:12:00,jenwishuknew,Still open
358,Escort for a night!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/escort-for-a-night.19157/,2021-07-18T22:31:00,CoffeeNWriting,"Hello. I'd be interested in RP this with you. I've written erotica for other forums, can be descriptive and realistic."
359,Escort for a night!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/escort-for-a-night.19157/,2021-12-17T18:57:00,jenwishuknew,Bump...
360,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2020-07-28T06:21:00,KingsBounty,Chastity had been one of the greatest angels in heaven at what she did. She kept the records of who went where and even helped judging in the affair. Her overseer was on Mishasl. He didn't like her or her talents. She'd never thought an angel of the things he put her and others through or what he did with some of the other angels. It caused shivers down her spine. Whenever god asked she told the truth and he hated that. That's when the plan hatched.
She knew he was capable of some pretty rough stuff but never what was to come. She took a hot to the back of the head one day and awoke to her ledgers gone. Well he claimed it irresponsible of me to let them be taken. He got with god and had her thrown from heaven. That wasn't the end of it though. He got to carry out the sentence she was taken between two other angels. His lackeys. They took her to the edge of heaven. Then she felt some of the greatest pain in her life as the purposefully broke the bones in her wings and she cried out as he booted her out off the edge.
She woke up on Earth in much pain with broken wings. She tried to stand but couldn't.
361,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-08-21T06:38:00,KingsBounty,Bump?
362,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-08-23T21:34:00,Jenn,"
Ruslan Farsight enjoyed living out away from the city, living off of the land as his family had done for many generations. He would trade for some supplies, sell some of what he gathered and hunted and buy what he could not trade for. He was well-known in town for his skills as a hunter and a wilderness guide for those brave enough to venture out into the great expanse of forest that surrounded the town. Fall was nearly over now and there was a chill in the air that told him that it was about time for the tourists to retreat to the safety of their safe, centrally heated homes. Soon, he would be on his own again for the Winter, at least until Rynn migrated down from her arctic home keep him company.
He was out hunting, trying to bring on one last good buck before the cold truly set in and made finding food a daily challenge when he came over a rise and spotted something in the distance. He stopped and shielded his eyes from the bright sun to focus on what looked like a fallen bird... only it was far to big. What was that? From this distance it looked like a mangled bird, but the size was impossible for that. Ruslan picked up his pace, heading straight for the strange creature. The closer he got, the slower he got as he realized that he was indeed looking at wings, only ones like he'd never seen before. They appeared mangled and badly broken. He circled around to see what animal such wings might belong to and it was only then that he saw her... her, as in a woman. He stood, shocked as he looked down on the most beautiful creature that he'd ever seen and wondered if he'd somehow entered a dream state, for where else could a man encounter such a vision... with wings. ""Are you real?"" he finally ventured, his awe and confusion easy enough to read in the tone of his voice.
"
363,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-08-25T07:47:00,KingsBounty,"Chastity shivered in the cold. She wasn't used too it. How long she'd layed there she didn't know. That's when he came upon her they looked each other over for quite a while before he finally spoke. She jumped when he did and normally she'd curse herself for being so flighty but instead she felt her wings again for the first time since being thrown out. She scream high and loud. The scream didn't last long but she did. She now shivered from both pain and cold.
""Y-Yes I'mmmm...... R.....re....real. wh....who are y...you? Where ......am......I?"" She wanted to say more but couldn't get out anymore. She felt the dark calling her back and it was also taking a lot of concentration to fight off that and the pain. She gritted her teeth unsure if she could trust this being. Where had she been thrown?"
364,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-08-25T15:11:00,Jenn,"
Ruslan blanched at her scream, instantly wanting to take her pain away... as there was no doubt that was what the scream was about. Clearly whatever had given her relief from the pain of her broken wings had vanished and she seemed to go even paler, as if she were going to pass out from it. That would likely be a relief to the poor woman, but she clung to consciousness, assuring him that she was real and asking who he was and where she was in a broken, pain-riddled voice.
""I'm Ruslan. Ruslan Farsight and your in the middle of nowhere. The nearest civilization is Big Sky, although I'm thinking that the less people that see you the better. You're not from around here, are you?"" He tried to keep his voice low and soothing as he spoke even as he wracked his brain trying to figure out how to help her. ""We need to get you out of the cold,"" he said, although he wasn't sure how to go about that. He doubted that she could walk, at least not far and if those wings were real and functional, they were no good to her as they were. ""Who are you?"" he asked, still in awe of her otherworldly beauty, even in such agony.
"
365,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-12-20T18:49:00,KingsBounty,"""Ruslan.......Farsight? Hmmm I...I kn....know your name....Big Sky?....oh no.....I'm on earth.... And I said that"" the fear grew in her eyes. She'd already said too much but it was also too late and Ruslan was helping her quite a bit. She followed him almost obediently but it was almost as if he was taking in a broken bird. ""Th...thank you.....I....""
She couldn't finish speaking to him. The world as they got closer to the house began to fade almost as black coming in view from the outside of her view till she passed out in his arms starting to fall towards the ground."
366,Fallen from heaven,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fallen-from-heaven.17643/,2021-12-20T18:49:00,KingsBounty,(I apologize for my absence.... been struggling with different things lately....)
367,Fate Incarnate,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fate-incarnate.23570/,2021-11-14T04:13:00,Cynisca,"Face Claim
""Everything will be alright, my love."" The Oracle sat, her back pressed against the cold stone door as tears streamed down her face. She tried to comfort her Guardian, tried to ensure his grief would be minimal. Her heart was already breaking for him, knowing what he would face without her in his long life ahead of her. She wasn't too afraid of death, though in truth she didn't know the fate that awaited her. With her death so close, she suddenly found her Sight no longer able to aid her. She had seen this moment coming for long now, and remained silent about it, knowing there was much she could change. When it came to her Seeings, she could influence outcomes by telling others, but if she was involved in the Seeing, the outcome was much less likely to change.
The world was at peace, long before history was written down. With the gift of the Oracles, they helped facilitate the peace. That was until a secret group began working in the shadows. Intent on controlling the Oracles at any cost, they began sabotaging the Seeings and abducting her kind. If the Oracles didn't yield to their will, they would have them killed in a way that dishonored their sacred rites. The world's Oracles became numbered, and Guardian's duties became burdensome. Some turned to alternative methods of protecting their Oracle; black magic, potions, even imprisonment to ensure they were always safe. As their numbers dwindled, the Gurdians became more and more desperate.
""Please, you mustn't allow this to destroy you. You are so strong; the world will need your strength."" She continued to try and comfort him, wincing as her voice wavered. The air in the room was beginning to dissipate as they ran out of time. She'd defined the cult for too long now and entrapped in what would be her tomb, she was forced to face a slow death. Her fingertips were raw and bloody from trying to find a way to claw open the heavy door she'd long since given up on, and exhaustion was beginning to take her from the fear and dissipating air. Laying on her side, the Oracle finally allowed sleep to take her as she faded from this world.
Camilla awoke with a start, sweaty and heart racing, as she seemed to do every day lately. A few heartbeats gather herself, and she pushed her hair out of her face. Throwing her blankets off, she hurried got herself ready for her morning routine; shot of espresso, a quick glass of water, and she was on her run. Every morning, Camilla started her day off nearly the same. She loved her routine. Living a busy life, she found her joy in the small things to keep from getting overwhelmed. She would take her run through the park near her cute little townhome, finish off at her favorite little smoothie shop, and make her way home to shower and head to the lab.
Two miles later, Camilla was showered and ready for her day. She carried a massive cup of coffee as she walked to the university, heels clicking the whole way. Having just finished her Ph.D., Camilla lived close to the university in a part of the city that was just a bit less than savory. She did the best she could, but having a massive pile of student debt over her head lead her to cut back on the nice things she craved, like a home that wasn't in constant need of repair. But nonetheless, it didn't bother her much.
""Mornin' C!"" The receptionist at her lab called to her, bright and cheery as she handed Camilla her mail. ""You got a big letter you might want to open right away."" She said with a wink. Camilla's heart leaped, even though she already knew what it was. Recently, she'd published a paper that had certainly been a risk. It challenged the traditional sciences, but it had been brilliant.
""You are the best, M."" She said with a wink as she turned. The paper had been on cognitive abilities, mapping out those who seemed to be gifted in anticipating the outcomes of several experiments. In truth, it had been an attempt to understand herself, though it was such a subconscious need she didn't even know the purpose behind it. After devouring the letter, she grinned. Camilla had been correct, and she had been recognized by an esteemed committee in the medical journal world. 'Ha, take that meager pay. Maybe it's time to ask for a raise.'
The rest of her day went rather well, but she couldn't shake the urge to get out of the lab. Normally, she was inseparable from her equipment, but today something in her itched. She needed to get to her favorite little coffee shop. Knowing herself well enough, she wouldn't be able to focus until she gave in. Letting Marianne the receptionist know she'd be working on her paperwork remotely for the rest of the day, she made her way to the hidden little gem on the corner of the block. Ordering her favorite almond late, Camilla settled into a nook and began working away.
Before written history, mankind lived in cultures that surrounded their Oracles. One woman born to each societal grouping was gifted with the ability of sight. Future, past, and even present day. Each Oracle had its own strengths, but these Oracles were cherished amongst society. One man of the society devoted himself whole-heartedly, body and soul, to her protection. One man became the Oracles devoted Guardian.
One Oracle and Guardian fall in love, and the Guardian happens upon a (potion/spell/ceremony) that allowed him to become immortal. MC was hesitant to become like him, and before he could convince her, she fell into the hands of their enemies. Killing her unceremoniously leads to a cycle of rebirths, leading to continuous, painful demises. Until, one day, when her Guardian finally finds her in the modern era and convinces her to become like him.
"
368,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-07T16:24:00,Silver Lining,"Christine Anderson, Detective with the Fairy Tale Police Department, ran her hand through her short, neck length, red hair as she continued filling out the paperwork from her latest case just ended. ""The Big Bad Wolf is seriously pressing charges, then, Chris?"" The grandmotherly fairy Wanda asked, concerned.
""Can you blame him? His fairy tale is on hold, because Johnny Legend in his own mind, hit Little Red Riding Hood as she was crossing the street. I'm not sure who to believe as Johnny's story doesn't match the facts. However, B.B. has been known to fudge the facts, himself when the notion strikes him. And if Johnny swerved as he says and sideswiped Cinderella's coach, where's the mark on the cruiser?"" She pushed her chair back and arose to her full height of 5-7, and grabbed her hat, putting it on. ""Excuse me, Wanda, coffee break and pit stop.""
""You don't need your hat for that, Chris... Sometimes I think you are too 'by the book'."" Wanda tutted with a head shake.
""When coffee break includes getting a donut from across the street, Wanda... Article 709 paragraph A...""
""Right then, as you were, dear."" Wanda said waving her wand at Christine, who ducked the wayward magic. ""Oops. Sorry, Chris.""
With a sigh and eye roll, Christine left the precinct for the bakery run by the Simple Pie Man.
""Did you hear the news? There's a new princess in town. A real cutie with hair cornsilk blonde."" The Pie Man said as he got Christine her regular apricot danish and mocha latte. Decaf, of course.
Christine smirked. ""Princesses around here are a dime a dozen. Throw an apple and you're likely hit one."" She then shook her finger at him, teasingly. ""Just don't, as that's assault with blunt produce. Least you'll have is a fine.""
Pie Man chuckled, ""Never, Detective. Ain't my style. Pie in the face is.""
Christine nodded, wearing her own smirk. ""Watch it there, too. You could get charged with aggravated splatting."" With a wave, she headed back to the precinct just in time for the Chief to bellow for her.
""You bellowed, Chief?"" Christine asked, sitting before she got barked at about that.
""There's a new princess in town, Anderson. You're on guard duty. The King hasn't found a lady knight yet and you're the next best thing, as you're a blue knight!""
""It has to be a lady knight?"" Christine blinked.
""She's lesbian! It's a lesbian fairy tale, Anderson! Yes, it has to be a lady knight! You're not married and female, so you're elected!"" The Chief barked, vein throbbing.
Christine wanted to say something about being the one the princess was destined to fall in love with. ""Suppose we don't hit it off, Chief. You can't just fall in love at a drop hat.""
""Make this fairy tale happen, Anderson! You're not getting any younger yourself, you know! And don't worry about breaking the law... The princess is 21!"""
369,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-07T18:51:00,Silver Lining,"
image of Christine Anderson, Detective. Late twenties."
370,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T00:08:00,TheDovah,"
Life was a never ending cycle of intrigue for the 6'4, crimsilk blonde Princess of the kingdom of Cloricsphere. The kingdom was deemed to be rather new on account of it becoming known to the world in the past 40 years but it was far older then that. It just preferred to keep to itself and was located in the most remote parts of the south. It's talents with steelworks were legendary and it knew how to eradicate CO2 pollution with ease. It's princess, Aelisphere the second, was on diplomatic duties.
She was rather famous on account of her presences on several shows. She campaigned heavily for equality and was known for being very vocal and famously outed herself during a heated debate on a news station. She had appeared on the covers of several LGBT magazines and did a lot of charity work in general. She wasn't fluent in the english language but her passion often helpd to sell her point.
Aelisphere was rather impulsive and she was merely 21. She was also very naive about how things worked and rather prone to getting herself into trouble. She loved to be active and her penthouse suite was best described as a glorified gym. She often challenged her retainers to friendly spars or contests.
Today was one of those unsual days where she had nothing to do. She was staying at the best hotel in Fairly Tale Downtown and was dressed in a pair of bright pink gym shorts and a bright white shirt that barely disgused her abs beneath it's fabric. She had dark blue blush and her eye shadow consisted of two small lines over her eyes in a downwards manner and a circle. Her lipstick was a mixture of faint silver mixed with blue. Her hair was loose. She was busy working out via the benchpress when she was notified of a visitor. ""Sa? Send in, yes."" She remarked. She had completely forgotten about being assigned a new bodyguard after the last one quit due to frustrations with guarding 'a spoilt brat that is more likely to get herself killed then anyone actually wanting to put a bullet through her noggin.' It didn't help that Aelisphere was very impulsive and kept underminingg entire detailed plans. She had recently gotten into a small fist fight at a divebar after ditching her security.
Silver Lining"
371,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T05:43:00,Silver Lining,"Christine was sent in and readied her badge which was inside what was basically an over glorified ID wallet for lack of a better term. What's worse was really, the picture ID and her shield with badge number was all that could be put in there. Not knowing how to pronounce the name, but not sure if just saying Princess would be an insult (most princesses in Fairy Tale Land would prefer the police at least ATTEMPT to pronounce the name, even if they made complete fools of themselves), ""Begging your pardon, Princess a.. un Ellie err Sphere... But I'm your new guard, Detective Christine Anderson. Fairy Tale Police. "" She blinked as she took in the woman. ""Uh? I hope I'm not disrupting anything important?"" She really hoped she didn't have another Amazon Princess on her hands. She had her ass handed to her last time, and that was supposed to have been a vacation. She flipped open the wallet, showing her badge and ID so the princess would at least know she was the real deal. ""Yes, I am a qualified knight, but we blue ones carry different weapons then what you may be used to seeing."""
372,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T13:41:00,TheDovah,"The penthouse was fairly large with sleek black polished wooden floors and ocean blue walls. There were various decorations that ranged from painted piece of art to pictures of Cloricsphere on the walls and expensive looking vases with exotic flowers. The top left of the room was practically a small gym, due to it's size. Almost every inch was filled with some degree of workout equipment and a medium sized ring with blue ropes. There was a large black leather couch on the right hand side with a 75inch TV mounted on the wall. Two doors were on the left and lead into the bathroom, along with the bedroom. Further to the north was a very large and very deep pool. A hot tub was in the corner and a BBQ was near it, along with some glass tables covered by some umbrellas. The sun was reflecing nicely off the pool.
Aelisphere barely adknowledged the detective as she lifted up the 200lbs of weight whilst on the benchpress and lowered it. Sweat was already rolling down her face and parts of her shirt clung to her whilst the baby pink sports bra she had on was visible through it. ""Sa?"" She had been working out since the early hours of the morning with only an hour's break for food. She kinda stank from her physical activities but wasn't gonnna to slow down.
""You handle me?"" She grunted as she held the bar above her head for a few seconds before lowering it again and elected to finish after ten more benchpresses. She slowly sat up. ""You, tiny. You protect me?"" She let out a laugh. It wasn't meant as an insult, merely an observation. ""You fight yes? You go spar me?"" Her grasp of english was fairly poor but often could make her point clear.
Silver Lining"
373,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T19:24:00,Silver Lining,"Christine gave a sigh and shook her head more at the circumstances, or rather circumstantial evidence, overwhelming as it may be, that she was indeed guard to an Amazon. ""As a friend of yours, possibly, by the name of Artemis found out before she sent me arse over tits into the drink, to the merriment of Queen Hippolyta and her daughter Princess Diana, I can hold my own fairly well. If you have some sweats my size, I'll spar with you if that's what you want."" She shed her oversized blue trenchcoat, after repocketing her ID, revealing her pinkish color top, and the rest of her purple slacks. ""I'll have you know, I returned from my vacation on Themyscira a month ago, so I'm refreshed. I know you Amazons aren't wusses, so all I'm asking is spar not knock down drag out pub brawl."""
374,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T20:23:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere listened to the redhead and didn't care for the detective's listing of her skills. ""You weak."" She let out a small chuckle. ""Words do not back up. You, me, spar. We see who can hold own."" She looked down at woman's pinkish top. ""You have spare top?"" She enquired. ""We spar, we sweat. We swim?"" She didn't really believe she needed protection. She knew several forms of marital arts and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty to protect herself.
She had heard of Themyscira but didn't really know about it. ""I not Amazon."" She bluntly stated as stepped over the top rope. She intended on holding back in the ring and merely wanted to explore Christine's skills. ""Come, I not hurt you.""Silver Lining"
375,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-13T23:48:00,Silver Lining,"Christine wasn't budging from her spot. ""So, you're saying you don't have even a sweatshirt that'll fit me?"" She then mentally facepalmed. ""Right, then. Gym clothes. My size. What I have on is what I have as my impression was meeting you and your father, having time to get what I would need..."" She then snapped her fingers. ""Of course, you jog, yes?"" She ran in place hoping the princess would get it. ""Outfit for jogging, that would work to spar in, yes? You have a spare my size? If no, I can have someone from the precinct zap over mine!"" She was thinking Wanda, and it would dawn on her in a few that Wanda zapping anything over to her would be a bonzer BAD idea."
376,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-14T13:39:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere slowly shook her head. ""You afraid of sweat?"" She remarked in a playful manner. ""Sweat is good. Sweat means you work good."" She looked down at her shirt. ""I warm up. I not complete."" She didn't quite understand magic but had a small respect for it and wasn't afraid of it. Mostly because she viewed most people capable of using it as rather squishy and she was born with a strong resistance to magical harm. It did have the side effect of making her taste metal though.
""We do laps then swim then laps."" She instructed/ordered the detective. Christine really made a big mistake by asking for Wanda to zap her. She had been instructed by the chief to make Christine's attire more informal. The Chief had assigned Wanda as Christine's secret love assistant and was busy compling a list of moves, seductions for Christine to use. Along with cross referencing Aelisphere's known hobbies, favourite hangouts. If Christine wasn't already planning on losing weight, this 'case' would definitely cause her to lost a few pounds due to the princess's active lifestyle. At least, Aelisphere wasn't aware of extreme sports. Or rather, she wasn't aware of it at this point.
Silver Lining"
377,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-14T15:25:00,Silver Lining,"The good thing about Wanda's goof-ups, she meant well... Which meant a lot of what the chief wanted went in one ear and out the other. Wanda was of the mindset to let love happen naturally, with maybe a bit of magic to enhance the beauty that was already there.
The bad thing? Well, if anyone who's ever done laundry would know, you don't mix colors and whites, else the colors would tend to bleed into the whites. Case in point, a suitcase popped in front of Christine, followed by her once white trenchcoat that was now blue as her other one. Christine looked down at herself, and shook her head. At least she was in her navy blue jogging outfit with the FTPD insignia over the left breast. ""Well, what do you know? Only one foul up, this time. Wanda's definitely getting better at reclaiming her lost fairy magic."" She climbed in the ring, ""That other trenchcoat USED to be white."" She commented.
As Aelisphere would soon learn, Christine had to have been trained by the Amazons as she indeed was holding her own. From wrestling moves to grappling, what passed for Greek martial art skills and boxing, both absorbing blows and giving as good as she got. After the sparring, Christine was out of breath. ""Okay. Haaa haaa, lemme.... Whew... Catch my breath."" There were dark spots on her sweats, along her legs, between her breasts, and a good portion of her back. Right now, she was slightly bent over, hands on her knees."
378,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-14T15:36:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere waited in the ring as Christine changed into her jogging outfit and for the next half hour, they sparred. Aelisphere was impressed by the woman's mixture of wrestling moves, mixed martial arts and grappling. On more then one occassion, Aelisphere found herself in an armbar. They traded light blows(Or rather, light by Aelisphere's standards and still have some impact to them). From clotheslines to judo throws, almost a part of every known form was sampled. Aelisphere's top was clinging heavily to her muscles and her pink gym shorts were starting to darken. Her legs were glissening and yet, she didn't want to finish. ""SA!"" She exclaimed as she locked Christine into a triangle hold and released it upon the detective tapping out.
""You good. You need cardio."" She leaned on the right turnbuckle as she wiped some sweat from her thin brows. Her hip length hair was practically clinging to her sides. She turned her back on the redhead and slowly began to do a handstand on the turnbuckle and rotated herself to face her. She slowly began to do some unusual pushups. ""We..... Swim...... Relax.......You.......Goood."" She remarked as she carefully lowered herself up and down in a methodical manner. ""Then......we........talk.""
Silver Lining"
379,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-15T02:19:00,Silver Lining,"Christine looked at the princess like she had two heads as the girl, well young lady, performed, in Chris's very humble opinion, a massive Olympian feat. Having met a few of the Greek gods and goddesses on her vacation to Themyscira... She asked marvelling, ""Are you sure you aren't one of the Greek goddesses yourself? I met and had my arse handed to me by Artemis, was hit on..."" She grimaced and rubbed a phantom slap to the cheek, one eye closed, ""in more ways than one... By Sappho, got a royal chewing out by both Athena and Hera... Although Hera did say that it was about time some mortal woman put Zeus in his place. Whatever she meant by that, as what he pulled was borderline coercion, and Aphrodite. I can't forget her.""
She shook her head, ""Please. After that I'm ready for a relaxing soak in said pool, as in sitting on the shallow end with the cool water doing the lapping. As in around my neck, and the rest of my body underwater. And I jog. That's cardio."" She did have a point there. ""Give me about a five minute break, soaking in the pool, and then we'll talk about a lap around the pool.""
Christine actually hoped Aelisphere would allow that as even the Themyscrian Amazons and, she had to admit, her favorite goddess Artemis, did. If Aelisphere would ask if she had liked Artemis, she'd hear Christine's emphatic""No! Of course not!"" Which has earned her the slap from Sappho and the lecture from Athena."
380,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-15T14:05:00,TheDovah,"""I no greek."" Aelisphere remarked whilst continuing her unusual method of working out. ""Greeks were before time."" She informed the redhaired detective. ""I cloric, no greek."" She slowly grunted as she lowered herself, her hair touching the mat as it dangled like a broom. ""You, weak. You train if I am yours."" She did another rotation and in an impressive display of agility and upper body strength, she did a moonsault into a perfect stand. She causally strolled over to Christine and rolled her eyes as if her new bodyguard was being unreasonable.
""Fine."" She huffed her cheeks in annoyance whilst crossing her arms as she towered over the tired woman. Or it seemed to be fatigue from her point of view but she often failed to understand that most people didn't follow her insane expectations of physical fitness and was one of the reasons why she tended to go through guards at a high turnover rate. A devious smile formed across her lips as she easily picked Christine up by the back of her waist and carried her one handed towards the pool. She hurled her forward with a small chuckle and watched her. The water was surprisingly warm with a lavender smell emitting from it. It was very deep and seemed to have small tunnels built into the sides in a semi-circle formation. Various weights were attached to the sides along with other modifications to suit the princess's needs.
Silver Lining"
381,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-15T19:17:00,Silver Lining,"It was a good thing Christine had been a mermaid. Although she yelled at both the pick up and the toss into the pool... After a few seconds, she took to it like, well, a fish to water. When she surfaced after about fifteen seconds and wiped her face, ""I said... Give me a few minutes. And warn me next time you do that, so I can get a deep breath! I happened to have been undercover as a mermaid, so... Surprise, if that was meant to scare me, all you managed was surprise me."" She took a deep breath and dunked herself, staying under water swimming, only to resurface a little under 90 seconds later. After looking at her watch (thankfully she had a waterproof one now) she made a face. ""Still need a few minutes to recover. I know I can do three when not turned INTO a mermaid. I'm only at half peak. I also need to change into my wetsuit, or my swimsuit."" She was still in her jogging suit, which was starting to weigh her down, so she climbed out and started wringing it out in places."
382,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-15T22:35:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere smiled as she watched Christine surface after a mere fifteen seconds. ""Not scare. Fun!"" She exclaimed as she walked towards the edge of the pool before the redhead climbed out and began to wring her darkened blue joggers. It looked rather waterlogged in certain places. ""You maid?"" She remarked in a rather curious manner as she looked directly at the detective.
""Why me?"" She enquired as she watched Christine. ""I need no guard. I am strong."" She flexed a bit, showing off her toned physique. ""And know combat."" She reckoned that in a fight to the death, she could crush Christine but it would be a long fought battle but she was pleased to have a sparring partner that could sort of keep up with her.
Silver Lining"
383,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-16T12:22:00,Silver Lining,"Christine looked over as she heard Aelisphere ask why her. ""I'm beginning to ask myself that same question.""She admitted, before going to her suitcase, opening it and finding her one piece navy swimsuit with gold stripes along the sides and the familiar (to Aelisphere now) FTPD logo over the left breast. Taking another look at her before deciding to change in the locker room with a shake of her head. ""From what I've seen? No. You don't need a guard knight. This is your father's idea. Take it up with him. I'm changing and then we can do.... One lap. No one I know could POSSIBLY keep up with your regiment except maybe another..."" She grimaced and then tried anyway. ""Clor-ic."" She said slowly, hoping she pronounced it right. Last thing needed was an international incident between Fairytale Lands over a name. Aelisphere wasn't even the first lesbian princess she met. Hildegarde, 18, of Freesia and Diana of Themyscira came quickly to mind, although she wasn't as sure about Diana. Just that she was around only women. Hildegarde, yes, as she took as consort the youngest princess of Enchancia. Sofia, also 18. And they were very happy together, she recalled.
After a few minutes, Christine was back out in her one piece. ""I noticed your tunnels, but until I know how long they are, don't ask me to venture through them. Straight shot. One end to the other and back. You aren't the first lesbian princess, you're just a lot more open about it. I recognize you now from some magazines. As I recall, Hildegarde and Sofia had some issues in their castle. I'm not sure the Amazons read many magazines. Books are plentiful. "" She then looked to Aelisphere. ""How long is this pool, end to end? Not ridiculously far, I hope. I have limits."""
384,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-16T19:32:00,TheDovah,"""Sa, is pointless."" Aelisphere commented as she watched the redhead walk over to her briefcase before retrieving her one piece navy swimsuit with goldstripes along the sides, with the FTPD logo emblazzed over the left breast. It seemed that Christine relied heavily on it for her attires or it was just easier to get it transported. Fortunately for Christine, Wanda hadn't thought to throw in a bikini or something just as revealing or she was merely luring the redhead into a false sense of security.
""Short, good for practising underneath, sa?"" She remarked with a grin as the detective revealed that she had conducted her homework on her activites, not that it was hard to find. ""Good. I like equals. World needs equals."" She couldn't really prononuce equality but always found ways to make her stance known. ""You gay?"" She enquired as she slightly turned to the left to focus on the glimmering surface of the pool. ""Sa!"" She exclaimed with glee. ""Deep, long. Good for you."" She took a few steps back and did a very brief running leap into it. Her hands were above her head as she broke the surface and seemed to disappear.
After five minutes, she resurfaced with a slight gasp. ""Aaaaaaaaah!"" She remarked. She looked at the detective. ""You need practise, sa? Sa, I make strong, like me."" Christine's wish for avoiding another amazon had failed and it seemed she was stuck with one that extremely active. Worse, she seemed to have no limits or if she had some, she wasn't reaching it. This assignment was gonna to be very tough but for Aelisphere, she was merely enjoying herself.
Silver Lining"
385,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-16T22:44:00,Silver Lining,"Grimacing as she went to the edge. ""Dint answer my bloody question."" She muttered under her breath, and then the princess did the impossible. Once she surfaced, Christine couldn't help herself. ""Crikey! Five minutes?! Only a goddess could keep up with that as I think even Diana of Themyscira could only hold her breath for 4:45! Even on my peak, I can do three!"" She then shook her head at the question of being gay, although not meaning to, she also corrected her. ""Lesbian. And I'm asexual, thank you. Romantic? Yes. Not interested in sex."" Oh was she going to give the Chief an earful later, and hang the consequences. She hoped Aelisphere didn't snoop in the suitcase and find the framed autographed picture of the Themyscrian Princess that said, ""O that I wish to be betrothed to you, my Amazon sister, you have won my heart! Love always, your Princess, Diana.""
Back to the present, Christine took a deep breath and dove in, just getting to the other side before having to come up for air. She let out another""Crikey!"" As well as an unladylike expletive regarding number two. She shook her head. No way was she ever doing those tunnels now. She needed oxygen to breathe! Only if she was a mermaid would she venture in... Actually, she doubted even the mermaids she knew would want to not see anything but a tunnel for who knows how long. She decided to swim back the normal way, taking occasional breaths as she came back to the other side. This girl would make the Amazons look weak! And might even call them that to their faces. Yeah, that happened, Aelisphere's kingdom WOULD be at war with Themyscira. She wanted no part of that."
386,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-17T13:12:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere grinned upon surfacing. She didn't have much interest in using Christine for sex and was a bit baffled by the redhead's decleration of not being interested. She wasn't the type to snoop unless she suspected someone of trying to mess with her, thus the detective's suitcase was rather safe. At least, for the time being unless Wanda happened.
Her hair floated around her shoulders as she treaded the water whilst her sweat soaked shirt practically turned invisible and clung heavily to her torso with the creases being the most notable thing about it. Her bra was dark and her shorts partially hugged her curves. She watched as the detective jumped into the pool and slowly turned around to see that Christine was surfacing at the bottom end of the pool. ""Good. We do laps, sa?"" She submerged herself once more and swam with the left hand tunnel but stopped halfway through. She grabbed hold of one of the various bars located on the tunnel's ceiling and did a few pullups before swimming around and through the exit. She swam towards one of the various built in water proofed metal bars that were along the edges of the pool and wrapped her legs around it. She started to do underwater sit ups whilst upside down.
Silver Lining"
387,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-17T21:36:00,Silver Lining,"Christine watched Aelisphere go into one of the tunnels and emerged a little too long for Christine's liking. Yeah, almost her full three minute breath. And then sit ups? While still underwater? Okay, now she had to be just showing off. ""Yeah, nah. Your exercise regimen would kill the average jackaroo, little alone a sheila like me. Sit ups under water? How do you breathe through your exercising?
And wouldn't you know it. Wanda DID decide to pop in, knocking Christine off balance and into the pool with a yelp of pure terror. ""Sorry to disturb you, dearie... Oh, dear me, have a tumble?""
Christine rubbed her face. ""No thanks, I just had one. What is it Wanda?""
""Right then. Aren't you the popular one today? Chief said the Queen of the Amazons has summoned you and you're to drop everything and report to her immediately. Oh yes, if you're on a case bring it with you. So... You and A Lisa fear,"" Apparently Wanda couldn't pronounce it either if SHE was wrong.
""Ellie sphere, I reckon to be more correct."" Christine guessed, glancing at the Princess. ""I'm not sure that would be bright. Her exercise regimen is far above even Themyscira.""
Wanda shook her head. ""I take it you can't handle this, then? If she's so tough, Christine, maybe you ought to take her. The fairy tale takes priority.""
Christine nodded. ""I know, I know. Okay. Did you remember to pack my toga?""
""Right under your autographed and framed picture of Princess Diana.""
""Who I'm about to take up on her offer if it's still available."" Chris retorted without thinking. She then glanced to the Princess. ""Guess you're going on a diplomatic trip to Themyscira. If you have anything like this..."" She held up her own Amazonian dress toga with a Grecian style look, ""Put it on. Five minutes. You're my current case and we don't DARE keep Queen Hippolyta waiting."""
388,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-18T23:07:00,TheDovah,"It was partly showing off but Aelisphere just loved to be physically active and always had this itch that could never be scratched unless she worked out. Or she merely just loved it and used it as an excuse. After five minutes beneath the water, she unhooked her legs and swam towards the surface before breeching it with a happy gasp as she sucked in some air. ""Sa, good, sa?"" She remarked as she looked for Christine and spotted the detective tumble into the pool, head first. She spluttered as she accidentally went under due to how hard she was laughing before spotting the visitor.
""Fairy tale?"" Aelisphere enquired in confusion, unaware that Christine's objective was to fall in love with her and become her girlfriend. She looked at the redhead and rolled her eyes upon being told she would be going on a trip.""you do not decide what I do. you and your magic friend do not make arrangements for the princess of Cloricsphere without notice! I need to conduct research, think of my words, study their culture. Springing it on me is unfair. I will go via your magic portals but I ain't getting changed!"" She remarked in her native language in a rather annoyed tone. She did not look like someone who took her diplomatic duties seriously but she always conducted her homework. She glared at the redhead whilst remaining where she was.
Silver Lining"
389,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-19T04:28:00,Silver Lining,"Wanda looked down at Christine and Christine looked up at Wanda. ""What did she say? I don't think it was I'll go change, that's for sure.""
Christine groaned a 'why me' kind of sigh. ""You're asking me? I didn't get to learn anything about the land, people or anything else! Was just thrown in all willy-nilly in hopes I could swim!""
She then looked at the princess. ""I was thrown in this case in much the same way, Princess, as you're being asked to go with me to Themyscira. How do you think I feel, having to try to cope on the fly with everything you've already thrown at me? I know squat about your customs, yet here I am, trying my best to be a good guard. How about some cooperation here, aye? I'm sure your father would want you to be diplomatic toward a queen of another country... And do you really think I had the proper wear when I first landed in Themyscira? I dint just go down to Wally World and pick this up, you know. They can be very understanding, but not towards me. I know better. Now I'm going to let you two here, and before you object, I personally know Wanda... She's..."" Christine shrugged, ""Relatively harmless. Though sometimes I think she's more a threat to herself than others.""
""Watch it, Chris. I might accidentally turn you into a jack-ass."" Wanda huffed, although if it came down to brass tacks, Christine was right, and if asked, Wanda would admit to it."
390,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-21T14:46:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere glared at both women as they talked and was rather annoyed at her day suddenly being busy. She listened to the redhead but didn't really think the detective understood how much of an inconvience it was for her to be suddenly thrusted into work. She splashed the water with her left fist in frustration. ""Fine."" She puffed her cheeks. ""I not change."" She was gonna to be pretty immature about it and show up as she was. If Christine wanted to drag her along, then she would ensure she appeared as if she was dragged along.
Silver Lining"
391,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-06-21T23:49:00,Silver Lining,"I hope the Amazons are as forgiving as Chris says they are... And another thing? I'd be careful around the Princess Diana if I were you... She is very, VERY possessive of Chris. Doesn't even really like her mom talking to her. And another thing? A whole island nation full of Warrior women, ya sure to at least enjoy the view, err views. But not a word that I told you where to look for athletic women, far more athletic than Chris can even hope to ever be. And you found out by now she's pretty athletic, amirite?"" She winked, before starting to shush herself as well as Aelisphere as Christine came back out looking very fetching in her Grecian style Amazon toga."" If you're sure you're ready, Wanda, Themyscira please, mustn't keep Queen Hippolyta waiting. She had her guards called on one of Diana's out of country friends when I was there, for that very reason.""
""Oh... Then in a hurry you go! Wanda winkle!""
Christine and Aelisphere appeared in the courtyard right in front of the queen and princess. Diana's eyes were at least focused on her, but why was she licking her lips and staring so lustfully at her?
Queen Hippolyta averted her eyes only to be struck by Aelisphere's au naturel beauty. ""Guards! Escort the guests to the changing room, post haste!"" A familiar toga flopped onto Diana's head. Christine gasped and suddenly covered her bare everything as she yelled at the sky, ""Wanda! Imma gitchu for this! Bloody Hades!"" Blushing extremely red, she took the toga from the smirking ogling Diana and put it on as Diana said, ""Oh yeah, I'm definitely lesbian and I want her more than ever now!""
""We'll see, Diana! Priorities first! You know why I called the detective of the Fairy Tale Police Department here and told her to drop everything but her current case. And you didn't even look at our visitor who was just as clothesless as Christine was.""
""I only have eyes for her, Mother..."" Diana smirked.
Queen Hippolyta rolled her eyes and looked at the detective. ""As soon as your friend is properly dressed we can begin with why I summoned you.""
Aelisphere would be between a red headed Amazon named Artemis, after the goddess of the hunt, and a raven haired beauty, called Xena. Both would be exactly as Wanda said. Very attractive and very athletic. Xena's sword almost looked as big as her, and the shield on her back nearly covered it (her back) entirely. Neither item looked light."
392,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-07-06T15:33:00,TheDovah,"Without warning, Aelisphere found herself being teleported to the Amazonian island and was missing all of her outfit. Along with Christine, she was naked and Diana seemed to enjoy the view of the redheaded detective. ""I hide nothing."" Aelisphere defiantly remarked as she felt everyone's eyes on her body. ""No."" She was being petty but she elected to refuse to get changed. ""Pfft, small sword."" She scoffed in a dismissive manner upon seeing Xena's choice of weapon. ""You summon on day off. I not play by rules."" She commented as she went to cross her arms but elected to show off her physique.
Silver Lining"
393,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-07-09T15:08:00,Silver Lining,"Hippolyta raised a hand to one of the guards as Christine gave Aelisphere the stink eye. The Amazon Queen gave Chris the royal stink eye, and that settled it. Chris just put her hands in the air. With a nod, she turned back to Aelisphere. With all the authority of her position, she said coolly,""Young lady, you are a guest on my island. You will wear proper attire in public. Where are you from, and don't you have a dress code in your residence? You also just insulted one of my royal guards. I do not appreciate such effrontery. Perhaps the princess can enlighten you on what happened to one of her off island friends who disrespected me, by not appearing in a timely manner when bidden.""
Chris sighed. This was the last thing she needed. An international incident."
394,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-08-09T23:13:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere scoffed as the queen lectured her on wearing proper attire. ""You summon at no notice. You give no time. You no respect. I."" She pointed to herself. ""show no respect either."" She was being rather pissy about it and petty. Why wouldn't she? She was enjoying her precious free time and she was summoned like a mere mongrol. She could have been in the middle of a meeting or in the middle of a passionate session of sex or she could have been conducting a talk. To her, the summon was an act of passive hosilitiy and she was responding in kind.
Christine likely would need an entire brewery to down her sorrows afterwards. Most of her handlers had a tendecy to desire such a thing.
Silver Lining"
395,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-08-27T14:01:00,Silver Lining,"Queen Hippolyta was infuriated. She turned so red Diana actually moved between her mother and Christine. ""It won't matter where you stand, daughter. She has ears. Scribe! Where are you fromchild ?!"" She asked as the scribe girl appeared and bowed.
Christine but her lower lip. The princess had already proven she wasn't going to answer the queen. ""According to my notes from my chief, Cloricsphere.""
""Write. Address to the King of Cloricsphere. Sire, your daughter has disgraced herself, your kingdom and the Fairy Tale Police. Upon receipt of this letter please send a female guard to retrieve her from the island nation of Themyscira. No man may set foot upon our soil, so it must be a female. This is to inform you, that she also is exiled from Themyscira until such time, if ever, she learns some manners, and etiquette on how to address a nation and it's ruler. She did nothing but insult us and has, as a result, gotten the police officer she was with in hot water with me as well. There is a rule here that you be careful how you speak and act as it affects others. Sincerely, Queen Hippolyta, Ruler of Themyscira."" She summoned the same guards as earlier (Artemis and Xena), neither of which were happy with Aelisphere.
""Scribe. Another letter. To the chief of the Fairy Tale Police Department. Sir. I regret to inform you that Detective Christine Anderson will not be returning to Man's world. Due to the total disrespect by the princess she was to watch, I have no choice but to also punish her. While the princess will be exiled FROM Themyscira, Christine will be exiled TO. Never to be able to leave."" She stopped and stared at Christine. The surprised expression, with a slight frown. ""Problem, detective?"" Christine closed her eyes and shook her head, bowing it at the same time. ""Good. Diana, my daughter.... Slap the feminum bracelets on her. Scribe... To finish the letter, now. ""This island is only roughly the size of your Manhattan, which compared to the big world, is sure to bore her quickly. Her ability to leave the island will depend greatly upon the response, hopefully favorable, of the King of Cloricsphere. With regrets, Queen Hippolyta, Themyscira."" She waved the scribe off with, ""Get those both sent within the hour.""
Christine stared slack jawed at her new bracelets... SHE had been arrested. By the Amazons. She glared at the other woman. ""You're unbelievable."" She growled as the princess was sent to the prison to await deportation and she herself was sent to a waiting area to be incorporated into the permanent population of Themyscira. Although she and Diana loved each other, this was not how she envisioned it ending. She had envisioned supporting her Amazon Princess who dearly loved her, and still working as a police detective. She had just lost her job AND her freedom. She hung her head as she was led away, by the Amazon Princess herself."
396,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-10-06T00:03:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere scoffed at the queen's threat to write to her father about her behaviour and rolled her eyes. ""Oh no, terrible."" She snarked as she folded her arms. ""If nation summons at no notice, nation is rude."" She remarked as she mentally scanned the room for a potential route of escape but was more then aware of it being a potential cause for war. She knew Father would be pissed off with her but even more outraged at the lack of notice. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance. ""You is coward."" She remarked. ""You punish her for reason that is wrong.""
""They rude. They summon like dog."" She angrily remarked whilst unkowningly clenching her fists.Silver Lining"
397,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-10-08T05:01:00,Silver Lining,"Christine spoke up. ""Permission to speak freely to the Cloricsphere princess, Majesty?""
Hippolyta raised an eyebrow and held a hand up to Xena and Artemis, who were now on each side of Aelisphere. Christine got even with her, and although she was smaller than her (in fact, Xena at 6-11 was probably the only one even close to Aelisphere's height, as even Artemis was 6-7) looked up and scolded like a mother. Probably something Aelisphere hadn't received in years. ""You speak of the Amazons being rude, when that was all you were from the moment you set foot on the island. You insulted them, their customs and their queen. Don't forget,Iwas the one summoned, and had I not been given a job of watching aspoiledlittle girl would have been here without notice, myself, now wouldn't I? If you had paid attention to your instructors on diplomacy, you would have just quietly dressed, found out the reason of the summons and then spoke quietly and without a rough voice to the queen about the summons. All you showed Queen Hippolyta and the rest of Themyscira, is how much of an ass you are. I knew the rule the queen mentioned about conducting yourself as a guest, and how it affects the rest of those with you. Neither of us were under arrest until you kept rudely shooting off your mouth. Oh. One more thing. Rudely callingthemrude? There's a saying for people like you where I'm from... Well, if it ain't th' pot calling the kettle black?"" A deep breath. ""In other words... Ya ain't any better than they, SINCE you were just as rude if not ruder than what you claim the Amazons to be. You weren't thinking about anyone but yourself, and I'm rightly ashamed of you! If you will excuse me... I'm going to be studying some Greek History as part of becoming part of the populous. Thanks for getting me fired, by the way... G'day ta ya."" She nodded respectfully to the queen and was led away by Princess Diana.
Queen Hippolyta raised an eyebrow. ""If you have nothing to say to me, the guards will escort you to your holding cell to await deportation."" She was actually giving the woman a chance to apologize for her rude behavior and insults, but wasn't going to be cordial about it. After all, if the Cloricspheric princess wasn't going to be cordial, the queen was going to show tough diplomacy."
398,For Need of a Happily Ever After,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-need-of-a-happily-ever-after.25128/,2022-10-28T13:57:00,TheDovah,"Aelisphere scoffed at the detective's words. ""They summon like dog. I am no dog."" She remarked as if that single handly would justify her annoyance at being summoned at no notice. ""Send me. Her. Back and arrange proper notice."" She informed the queen. ""You, annoyed if we summoned you like dog."" She would never expect someone to be summoned at no notice to conduct a meeting unless it was a national emergency. Even then, it had damn well better be an emergency. But it was rather pointless at this point in time due to Aelisphere's mood dictating the rather poor outcome of events.
""Yes, you look."" She remarked as she caught several amazons struggling and failing to avert their gaze. ""You work for me if want?"" She informed Christine as a rather poor attempt to compensate the woman for potentially getting fired.
Silver Lining"
399,For the Right Reasons,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/for-the-right-reasons.20179/,2021-02-05T05:17:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Seán Myrick is one of the most prolific serial killers known to the underground as ""The Death Angel"" who targets criminals instead of innocents, and very few know of his exploits due to the fact that those that know about it end up dead. Nicknamed ""Thanatos"" by the media for how random his kills are, he's been forced to both die down and change his kill method when he meets a woman who challenges him in every way. The only problem: she's resurfaced in his life, and while he thought she was innocent before, it's looking like she's another ""kill the evil"" type of serial killer, and her target just so happens to be the same as his as sparks begin to fly once again between them.
Will she become his partner in crime, or will watching the other take a life add a new level of thrill to their budding relationship?
The urge to kill was back again.
Seán Myrick would've never been caught dead in an elite club, and considering how he was dressed in a more understated tone of clothing due to wanting to stand out in a way that made him approachable. He knew that by looking like he fit in while also standing out made it so he was more approachable to those that weren't comfortable in places like this, namely the guy he had been trailing for a week now. Private lounges offered a lot of turning the other cheek, and if you paid the right price to the right people, those lounges could satisfy other needs that you wanted. Several clubs like this were the hunting grounds of Roland Bordeaux, a man who he'd found out had been killing hookers that got invited to the private lounges after leaving the club, but something was different as he was invited into the lounge. His target was taking what was obviously not his first hit off of a line of coke, getting excited as the rush of energy hit him, but eyeing the women that he'd invited back here at the promise of a bit payout for trying to make his night one to remember after the drugs, and that was when he noticed one in particular that stood out from them: the only one not indulging in the drugs right as she walked over to him. Flashes of a lust filled night with her danced through Seán's mind as he subtly looked her over, just in time to faintly perceive his target begin making out and groping a very eager woman who was barely of drinking age, and he led her to the other side of the lounge that gave them a better view of the man as he knew what he wanted to do later that night.
""This isn't your type of scene, much less how you like to dress."" Seán's Irish accent slipped through as he whispered that in her ear, but considering the building situation, he knew better than to let himself get completely distracted. He needed to get the guy alone before he could hurt one of the women, and from how this one in particular looked at what was going down, he was amused to think that she was thinking the same thing. ""Don't tell me, are you thinking about hurting him as well?"" He'd gently lifted her face to get a better look at her, and when she obviously lied, he couldn't help but smirk. ""Nice try giving me your cover story, but I'll make you a deal. Tell me how you knew he'd be here tonight, and how you managed to get invited into here, and we can keep up our acts by getting a little frisky."" Just to prove how serious he was about it, he let one of his hands trail down her body before gently starting to kiss her neck. He pulled away as quickly as he'd started, robbing her of a sensation she clearly enjoyed from the glare that came from her expression. The offer still stood regardless, and honestly, Seán wanted her to take it if she truly wanted to pick up where their previous encounter had left off a few weeks back.
And God knows she definitely wouldn't have forgotten that night considering how much he'd tried to make sure she was satisfied before they parted."
400,Found Wanting ( Open ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/found-wanting-open.23467/,2021-10-30T10:07:00,Mahadeva,"The town Coreana, though being small in population as compared to the rest of the world, was respectable in its own right. Unlike most towns and cities, Coreana was an ever floating, ever moving town, which had the service of a potent magic orb, that sat at the core of this floating masterpiece to keep it this way.
Many mages and sorcerers would seek out the traveling town in hopes to learn the secrets that it's walls held within. However, with that being said just as many would seek within the walls of Coreana for much a different story, refuge.
With the town that ran as smooth as it did, it would come at a great cost not known to the public eye, it's grotesque underbelly. While the majority of its inhabitants went about their day to day lives, blissfully unaware of how, and whom kept the town running, down below the town itself held the true masterminds of the operation.
Coreana's underground network was just as impressive as its sunny top half, if not more so. Tunnels winding in every direction, leading to larger pockets of open space, where various buildings and shops laid rest within its earthen grasp. It was here, where the real decisions were made, where the real coin was exchanged in absorbent amounts.
Yet within the massive tunnel systems, was one building in particular where it all went down, The Leeching Liar. The establishment itself had the image of a gentlemen's club, yet if you were ever to find yourself listed to be in there, rest assured you would find yourself in the company of some truly terrifying figures, one in particular being the demon, Acheron.
13th Day, season of the Tempest.
Blink, yet blink again. Sitting up from the warm comfort of his bed, Acheron would glance around bleary eyed and dazed ""Must've hit the bottle too hard last night"" His words came out groggy and near silent, his hoarse throat attesting to such.
Acheron had a tall, built figure, his slicked back sliver hair was disheveled to say the least, partly covering a single gnarled scare that ran across both his eyes. nothing that really stood out in a crowd however, but he preferred it that way. The only true identifying feature Acheron had was his horns. Jet black horns, that twisted wickedly away from his skull, jagged edges were littered across the surface of them, for a careless grasp would leave ones hand in a bloody mess should they dare touch Acheron.
Slowly he would drag himself out of the bed with a yawn, a stretch, and a slow stride as he made his way into the adjoining room to wash up. Once inside he'd make his way over to the sink, where he took a few moments to splash some water up at his face before standing up right and casually rubbing his face.
Finally feeling the motivation setting in, Acheron would back track to his sizable bedroom where a set of clothes had been laid out the night prior. A smirked played across his face as he reached for the clothes ""Smart thinking, sober me."" He let out a small chuckle as he began dressing himself.
Once dressed, Acheron made his way, from his room and down a dark hallway, until his soft leather boots lead him into the now blindingly bright club lobby, which smashed his eyes, and now glaring headache. Acheron crinkled his nose and clicked his tongue as he slowly made his way over to his usual spot, the bar.
Reaching the bar, Acheron would step behind the marble table and reach underneath grabbing a small glass and bottle. As he set the glass down he'd pour a small amount of whiskey from the bottle, before quickly taking the glass and downing the mouthful
""Snow! The ledger! Now!"" He called out, while his hand fell back down to the bar, and casually pushed the glass down the bar a ways before taking a seat at a nearby stool.
It was mere moments later when a petite looking elf with stark white hair came into view carrying a hefty book against her bare hip ""Here you go Ash."" Acheron grasped the book, raising a brow towards the elf ""Its not Tassel Tuesday is it?""
Acheron gave the petite elf a confused look in regards to her attire, which was a lacey set of garters, loosely attached to jet black panties, paired with a set of deep red tassels that hung graciously off the elfs ample chest.
The elf shook her head in response ""Of course not Ash, it was a pre payment from one of our VIP patrons."" Acherons gaze lingered on the elves body for but a moment before his eyes casually glanced back down towards the book in his hand.
Absent-mindedly he flipped through the pages of the large book ""its almost time Snow, go open up the place, we'll soon be receiving guests"" Acheron gave the elf a lazy wave of his hand, motioning her to vacate. The elf nodding in response, had soon disappeared from view."
401,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-06-28T22:22:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Hi.
Thanks for taking an interest in this open RP. Before you decide to post here, I have a few requirements. Please take note of them.
Your character must be female and submissive.
I'm not that bothered by your gender, but I would appreciate it if your personal avatar could be gender-neutral or female. Reason being I find it distracting to see a male picture beside every post. I find it hard to see the character as female. I know it's weird, but please humour me.
This is a BDSM roleplay, and I will be playing the dominant role. As such I will need to know your hard ""offs"" and any soft ""offs"" you may have. Please let me know what they are either by PM or in a spoiler in your post.
If you have too many offs, I reserve the right to decline. The point being that if there are only a few things my character can do to yours, then they will fairly quickly be used up and that will be that.
Please use either a photo or photo-realistic art for your face-claim.
Do not under any circumstances alter the text colour.
Do not under any circumstances alter the text colour, unless you also alter the background colour. (If you are using the default theme, the above line will show you why!
Please post at least two decent length paragraphs, preferably three or more, per post.
Please try and move things forward, rather than just responding to my posts.
Michelle ""Mikie"" Trayner walked into the club with three friends. It was well over a month, nearer two in fact, since she'd been out anywhere. Not since the break-up with her ex. She'd dated Karla for a year, and had thought they had something good going. But the dumb blonde had decided that she wanted to get pregnant and Mikie obviously didn't have the right equipment and so Karla had looked elsewhere, at which point Mikie had thrown her out. She had nothing against bisexuals, nor even against heterosexuals. Se didn't even have anything against kids. What she didn't like was being cheated on by her partner.
And so she'd sulked and stayed single and refused to even look for a replacement for seven weeks, until Bobby, Louise and Rickie had almost physically dragged her out of her house and down to the Hot Leather Club. This was where she's met Karla originally, and it was the most popular BDSM club in town - In fact it was the only one in this town, but there were a couple in nearby towns that were less popular. She was, as usual wearing her leather jacket. black jeans and knee-high leather boots, and was pretty certain that no-one would mistake her for a sub this time. The first time she'd been she'd had to fight off attempts to collar her by several other patrons, including Roberta ""Bobby"" Sullivan and Louise Paxton, who along with Louise's boyfriend Richard ""Rickie"" Llewellyn, had since become her best friends.
Mikie wasn't at all confident that she was going to pull this particular Friday evening in mid May, but she agreed with Bobby that it was about time she got off her backside and started looking again, if only to save on batteries. The club was busy, and the owners, Marcus and Marie McDonald, were putting on an erotic but somehow not pornographic display. Bobbie, Louise and Rickie took a table near the front and Mikie headed to the bar to get the drinks in.
And that was when she saw her. It was most definitely lust at first sight."
402,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-07-31T06:34:00,Riddle,"
Samantha Parker hadnotexpected her coworker's invitation of a 'night out on the town' to lead them to a BDSM club. In the seven months they had been working together at the salon, she had never once heard Angie talk about anything... kinky. Granted, of course, work wasn't the ideal place for those types of conversations, but there had been occasional lunches or visits to each other's houses. It was during one of those visits, when they had been halfway through a bottle of wine, that Angie had suggested a night out. Sam had turned down the invitation, using work as an excuse for why she didn't have time to look for a hook-up, or whatever it was called, but by the end of the week, curiosity had gotten the better of her.
Curiosity killed the cat,she thought to herself as Angie flirted with a man who had stopped by their high-top. Would it be rude to leave early? A few taps on her phone and she could have an Uber within half an hour. Sam knew it would be the safe choice, but she also knew it wasn't the right choice. If anything happened to Angie because she left her here alone... Well, Sam didn't see the harm in sipping a few drinks while Angie had fun. In an hour or two, she could convince her it was time to leave.
Reaching for their empty glasses, Sam leaned over to let Angie know she was heading to the bar, then left the younger woman laughing at whatever the man had whispered to her. As she wound through the crowd, she was well aware that her attire for the evening didn't help her blend in the way she usually liked. A dark green, ribbed bodysuit was tucked into high-waisted white denim paired with strappy heels. The outfit wasn't anything Sam would usually wear, clinging to her curves instead of hiding them like her go-to t-shirts did. As she slid the empty glasses to the bartender and ordered their next round, Sam tried to tug one off-the-shoulder sleeve up a bit. The bodysuit's sweetheart neckline left the generous swell of her breasts on display, and she'd been subtly hiding them all evening with her hands and arms.
With a drink in each hand, however, Sam couldn't hideanythingwhen she turned around and met the gaze of the woman who had come up to the bar behind her. Momentarily stunned by the sudden heat that unfurled in her belly, it took her a few seconds too long to realize she was standing in the way. A blush stole across her cheeks, yet she didn't look away as she smiled sheepishly. ""I'm sorry,"" Sam apologized, ""Let me get out of your way here."" The crowd near the bar wasn't the easiest to navigate, and she lifted the drinks a bit to try slipping past people without bumping into anyone. The bartender had splashed one of the drinks a little, and the droplets clinging to the outside of the glass let loose now, most gathering on her hand but one landing her chest as she started to squeeze sideways past the woman."
403,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-07-31T15:46:00,Chrystal Dark,"Mikie hadn't meant to follow the woman to the bar, she'd just ended up behind her and paused to enjoy the view of her behind. Having a thing for the curvier ladies when she was so skinny could be something of an advantage, or it could just as easily work against her. But it was when the woman turned around, an over-full glass in each hand, and their eyes met that Mikie knew she wanted this woman. Those big soft brown eyes looked slightly down at her with the look of a rabbit caught in the headlight of her bike, or at least that was what they reminded Mikie of. And they awakened in her the lust to dominate, hurt, humiliate, and then afterwards, to tenderly console, make everything right.
The woman moved to one side, apologising for being in the way, turning sideways as she tried to manoeuvre through the crowd. Mikie resisted the temptation to press herself against that voluptuous chest. She would have it, but in a more secluded setting. But time seemed to slow as she watched the drip fall from the glass. Saw it land on the soft pale swell of bosom. Something inside her switched off and without even realising she reached up and caught the drip of beer with a finger tip, wiping it off the stranger's chest and lifting it to her own mouth.
Her eyes went back up as her hand moved, fixing that startled brown gaze with her own dark blue one, daring the woman to protest or say anything.
""Hey Mikie, Long time no see! What can I get ya?""
The shout from behind the bar came from Denise, the woman who had introduced her to the BDSM scene all those years ago and was still a good friend, even after their major bust-up. But it killed the moment and Mikie turned away, to the bar. ""Her phone number..."" She answered, softly. Denise looked blank and Mikie shrugged, turned to watch the woman head to where one of the clubs male predators was chatting up a cute looking redhead.
Denise followed her gaze. ""Oooh, your type, huh? Best of luck, sugar.""
Mikie ordered the drinks and Denise set them on a tray. She wormed her way back through the crowd to the table, glancing at the woman in the green body from time to time. She was getting a lot of looks and Mikie wasn't the only one with a thing for the fuller figure. She made her decision, she would make a move now. She set the tray on the table, took her own rum and coke, sipped and announced, ""Scuse me kids, but the game is on.""
Her friends followed her look and Bobbie grinned. ""Go for it, Biatch. She looks scrummy in that outfit!""
In a room where most of the patrons were wearing leather in one form or another - except the ""princess"" subbies who liked to advertise by wearing pretty frocks - the off-the-shoulder body-suit stood out a mile. Mikie made her way back towards the bar where the high-top tables were. She ignored the guy'spiss off look and pulled up a stool, sat close to the brunette and placed her glass on the table.
""So, I'm Michelle, but I prefer Mikie. I've not seen you here before. Are you interested in trying the scene?"""
404,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-01T05:50:00,Riddle,"As the woman's gaze slid down to the swell of her breasts, the color in Sam's cheeks did as well, warmth spreading across her chest. It wasn't the first time anyone had openly ogled her, especially considering she worked a job that put her clients' eyes at chest-level while she leaned close to trim their hair, but itwasthe first time she had been so captivated, held in place by nothing more than the stranger's apparent desire to look at her. Too late, she realized the woman's intentions, and her breath hitched as that single touch sparked a fire.
Dark blue. Sam could have lost herself in those eyes, all the more striking for the dark liner and smokey eyeshadow surrounding them. Without thinking, she breathlessly whispered, ""Thank you,"" only to be drowned out by a shout from the bar. It seemed to break the spell, Sam blinking as if to clear her thoughts while they both turned separate ways. As she crossed the room, however, she couldn't help but feel the woman's gaze on her. Was it merely wishful thinking?Of course, girl. When is the last time you even had a date?Sam silently chastised herself.
In truth, Sam couldn't remember the last time she had been with anyone. There had been a handful of awkward dates over the past few years, but nothing spectacular. She hadn't been hoping for much more than a nice evening with a friend... a friend who was completely absorbed in the guy who was still hitting her up. Sam was actually grateful the redhead was too busy to notice her stolen glances over to where the woman was joining a small group at a table. Sipping her drink - Blue Moon ale - Sam debated making her way over to the woman's table and at least introducing herself, perhaps after a bit more liquid courage.
When she looked to the group after a few more sips of her drink, Sam was dismayed to see the woman wasn't with them. She searched the crowd for several seconds, so focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the short mohawk that she didn't realize right away the woman was pulling up a chair athertable. A flicker of surprise crossed her expressive features, but it quickly changed to delight. ""Hi,"" she smiled, wiggling a little to the edge of her seat. ""Yeah, definitely!""Wait... what?A tiny line appeared between her eyebrows as they drew together. ""I think? Umm... I actually came here with a friend,"" she explained, looking at Angie only to see the redhead had stepped away from the table for some privacy. Angie did pause to offer her a wink before turning back to the guy.
Blushing, Sam turned her attention back to Mikie and tried not to fidget as she was known to do when excited. ""Is it okay if I try that again, Mikie?"" she laughed lightly. ""I'm Samantha, or Sam, or Sammy. I only know a little about all this,"" she gestured to the club, ""But Iaminterested in learning and trying new things."""
405,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-01T15:38:00,Chrystal Dark,"It was fun watching Sam slowly process what Mikie said, starting with an enthusiastic definitely, then a quick back-pedal as she realised that ""the scene"" meant in this context. Mikie could almost see the gears churning as the woman processed the information.
And then the reset, restart and refresh... ""That's good. Nice to meet you Sammy. I know for a fact that very few people ever come to a place like this, the first time on their own, most are dragged along by a friend, or in my case, I dragged a friend along, because I wanted to check it out. I guess that's what happened to you too, huh?"" A broad grin settled on Michelle's face as she glanced at where the redhead was being led away. ""Your friend better watch herself with that one, he's got a rep as a predator. I mean if she wants some sexy pain-filled fun for tonight, she'll be fine, but if she's after a relationship she's gonna be disappointed.""
Mikie shrugged. ""Just sayin', ya know? None of my business really. She can always safe-word out.""
The punk woman turned her gaze back to her own ""prey"", and put a gentle hand on Sammy's cheek. ""I take it you're at least a 2 on the Kinsey scale, then?"" It was more a rhetorical question than anything. Any lower and she would already have rejected Mikie's advances. A cheer from the direction of the stage caught everyone's attention. ""Tell you what, let's go sit with my friends and watch the show. It's a latex bondage demo tonight. Marcus and Marie own the club and they love putting on shows, especially for newcomers. Pair of blatant exhibitionists if you ask me! But they've been married ten years and have two kids who are probably the best adjusted kids I've ever met! Come on.""
Mikie picked up her drink and led Samantha back to the table she started at. ""Guys, this is Sammy, hopefully my new submissive. Sammy, this is Bobbie, Louise and Rickie. Rickie is Louise' sub. Bobbie's sub couldn't make it tonight."" She cackled softly. ""In fact it was Bobbie's sub, Andrew, who dragged me along, and almost had me collared by both of these two bi-bitches!""
The couple on the stage were encased in latex from head to toe and the woman was walking around the man, who was immobilised in a web of ropes fastened to a square frame, his feet a good six inches off the floor. ""This sort of thing takes a lot of experience and alotof trust."" Bobbie told Samantha, softly, as Marie eased a gas mask over Marcus' head. ""Marcus can't safe-word while that's there, because his voice is totally muffled. If something went wrong he could suffocate. Breath play is seriously not for beginners..."""
406,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-02T01:39:00,Riddle,"""That does seem to be the case,"" Sam laughed, not above admitting when she was out of her depth. It was obvious simply from the way she was dressed that the leather club hadn't been on her agenda for the night. ""Angie promised a fun night out, and I didn't think to ask for specifics. I honestly didn't even know this club was here. I've probably driven by it a hundred times, but never expected..."" Allthis. Her gaze flicked from a woman being led through the crowd on a leash to a man wearing what looked like leather ears to... Angie. A good friend would be concerned by Mikie's warning, so what did that make Sam? ""That's Angie. She... I know she's, um, had a thing with a few different guys over the past month or two. I don't think she wants a relationship any more than he does.""
A gentle touch drew her attention back to Mikie and her smile softened. ""A five,"" Sam answered without giving it much thought. Was there a scale that could measure her attraction to women with short mohawks and tattoos and leather boots? All too easily, she slipped off the tall stool and picked up her drink to follow Mikie, looking back at Angie only once. The redhead seemed to know what she was getting into, so Sam left her to it and welcomed the invitation to join Mikie's group.
""Hi,"" she smiled at the group, staying a little behind Mikie as the introductions were made. Knowing it was easy to forget names, Sam looked at each person as she repeated cheerfully, ""Bobbie, Louise, Rickie. Nice to meet you!"" Taking the empty seat between Bobbie and Mikie, she tilted her head curiously at the word 'collared'. Before she had time to ask about what it meant, however, a hush seemed to fall over the crowd and draw their focus to the state.
""What is... He won't be able to breathe at all?"" Sam seemed surprised by the idea, but not exactly horrified. She leaned close enough for Bobbie to hear as she lowered her voice, not wanting to disrupt anyone, ""What happens if something goes wrong? A mistake? Everyone makes mistakes. She won't let him suffocate, right?""
Rickie was the one to shake their head, confidently asserting, ""Never. Marie is responsible for taking care of Marcus. It might not look like it, but her entire focus is on him right now, assessing how he's handling the scene. He can't use a safe-word because of the mask, but they'll have a gesture worked out - two finger-taps or four raised fingers - to indicate he needs to stop. If he does, Marie knows how to quickly and safely end the scene.""
Samantha's looked at the crowd, the couple on the stage, the group around the table. ""Is it...badif he needs to stop?"" It was hard to pinpoint what was concerning her, and she tried to explain, ""When the, um, romance books talk about punishment, is that what happens if he uses a safe-word or gesture?"""
407,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-02T19:24:00,Chrystal Dark,"Mikie blinked at the surprise, verging on horror but not quite, in Sam's voice. She tried to be reassuring in her tone. ""Marie will let Marcus breathe when she knows he needs to. Having an orgasm while deprived of oxygen is a really weird feeling. The French call orgasmsle petit mort - the little death, and the feelings are really heightened by the desperation to breath. But the best part is after, when you take that really deep breath and realise how great it is to be alive!""
It seemed her response wasn't as reassuring as she hoped, but Rickie jumped in with the answer, and the others all nodded sagely. Sam's next question made Bobbie chuckle and Louise almost did a spit take. Rickie put his face in his hands and Mikie tried hard not to giggle. Actually it wasn't funny the way some authors portrayed BDSM. ""I can see you have a lot to learn dear. For starters, the submissive isalways the one in control. Anything else is verging on abuse, if not actual abuse. But the whole thing is supposed to be a game that both parties enjoy. If you don't enjoy being spanked you need to let me know so I won't spank you anymore."" She grinned and recited her favourite example.
""Let's just say you really enjoy being spanked. If I punish you by spanking you, is that really a punishment? Take that up to eleven: How do you punish someone who really enjoys being punished? I was thinking this myself a few years back and I realised I had it wrong. BDSM isn't about punishment and reward, it's about enjoyment. It's not necessarily even about sex, although that often plays a part. You see, to a true domme-sub couple, it isn't even referred to as punishment: It's Discipline. Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. And the discipline is practised by the submissive, during the bondage.""
She paused, realised she'd gone off topic slightly and took a breath. So, the point is.... wait, ha ha, I know..."" The latex clad figure with breasts had just uncovered the hose leading to the gas mask and the barrel-chest of the other figure was moving up and down rapidly. Grinning, she stood up and called loudly: ""Marie, I have a newbie here with a question: She wants to know if you would punish Marcus for safe-signing and stopping the show?""
The female figure turned and the blank black cloth mask that covered her face, hiding it completely but allowing her to breath and see through it, centred on the table. The woman's voice was a soft, lilting soprano, full of life and laughter, in contrast to the severe costume she wore. ""Ha ha, Hi Mikie. See you've got your gang with you. And this must be your newcomer. Welcome to Hot Leather Club. To answer your question, no, of course not. If he needs out, he needs out. Of course the idea is not to need it, but I'd rather interrupt the show that have my hubby end up dead or worse. Does that answer your question?""
Marie turned back to her husband and Mikie sat down, smirking. ""Actually they're both switch, which is great because they change roles depending on what the show is. In fact, they've changed roles part way through a show before now!"" Her smirk broadened when she realised everyone was loking at her and Sam, and that her three friends were all blushing crimson. ""What? It's not the first time someone's asked a question in the middle of the show!"""
408,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-03T22:26:00,Riddle,"Judging by the looks from everyone around the table, Sam knew she had slipped up somewhere. Wide, brown eyes searched their faces for any hint of what was so laughable about her question. Mikie, thankfully, took over to explain what the books had gotten wrong about BDSM. ""It doesn'tlooklike the submissive is in control,"" she hesitantly mentioned, looking again to the stage where, from her perspective, the Domme was making all of the decisions.
""That's all part of the game Mikie mentioned,"" Louise smiled. ""It's a called a power exchange, but you have to understand it goes both ways. The sub willingly gives the Dominant the power to control the scene, but it's all done within their established limits. Even though he is submitting to me, I can't use a gag on Rickie or whip him until he passes out if those are his limits. I also can't continue a scene once he uses his safe-word, even if I don't think we're done. So... the only power I really have is whatever Rickie is willing to give me, which in turn giveshimpower.""
It was clear from her expression that Sam was not only beginning to understand, but was intrigued by everything being said. Mikie's rhetorical question had her giggling, and she shook her head. ""That would only encourage them to earn more ""punishment"". Everyone uses discipline and punishment interchangably, so I never thought about how they mean different things.""
Louise nodded and explained, ""Exactly. Punishment can be part of Discipline, if it's agreed upon, but it isn't the ""point"". As a Domme, I use Discipline to help my sub serve me better because it pleasesbothof us.""
They got to the point a moment later when Mikie stood up, Sam tilting her head back to look up at the woman, both admiring how bold she was and, like the rest of the table, slightly embarrassed to have attention drawn their way. Marie didn't seem at all taken aback, however, and answered in a way that was both honest and warm. It was clear she saw Marcus as more than part of the show; he was her partner, both on stage and in life. Sam's expression softened as she listened to the woman, and she nodded before the woman turned away once more.
Noting everyone's bright red faces, she glanced at Mikie, realizing this probably wasn't the first time the punk woman had embarrassed her friends with her bold antics. Reaching over, she gently covered one of her Mikie's hands with hers and smiled as she caught her gaze. ""Thank you for asking,"" Sam said softly, ""I'm usually too shy to draw attention to myself like that, even when I have a question. If Marie would rather stop the show than risk her husband, I'm sure she would rather answer a question now than wonder later why someone didn't ask before they hurt themself.""
That left only one pressing question on her mind, and Sam looked at Mikie's friends as she asked, ""So... how does someone know what they are? Do they choose? What if someone doesn't fit in anywhere here?"" Mikie, Bobbie, Louise, Rickie... they all seemed so sure of who they were and what they liked. Sam didn't even know where to start."
409,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-04T01:48:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Well said, my dear! And that is absolutely the whole point of these demonstrations. Yes they titillate and excite, they are designed to be erotic and catch the imagination, but ultimately they are there to demonstrate whatcan be done, and by implication, whatcannot. Notice that there is no rope around Marcus' neck? And that the bulk of the ropes taking his weight are around his chest and hips? Dangling someone from their wrists is a quick way to dislocate their shoulders!"" She giggled at that and blushed, sending a glance at the bartender that went unnoticed.
That gave Sam chance to get get next question in and Mikie nodded. She turned her hand over so that she was now holding Sam's hand in hers. ""It's not for everyone. Some people have panic attacks if they so much as look at a pair of handcuffs, some folks are completely incapable of even thinking about raising a hand to hit a loved one, even if that loved one is begging them to."" She paused again, thinking back to her earliest experiences. ""A lot of people start out with self-bondage. That has it's own perils of course: You have to leave yourself a way out. And there is a school of thought that the best dominants start out as submissives.""
Louise snorted at that., but Bobbie nodded. ""I did, and so did Mikie, briefly. It gives you a perspective on what it's like to be a sub. To have that wonderful feeling of helplessness when you deliberately give control to your dominant...""
Mikie rolled her eyes ""Once a switch always a switch! But the point is that if you know what it feels like as a submissive you know how best to be a domme. Doesn't always work like that of course. But ..."" A pause to gather her thoughts. ""The thing to do, really, is try it. I mean, how do you know if you like ice cream if you've never tried it? I swear that people who hate Brussles sprouts are cooking them wrong! I tried to have sex with a guy once and was nearly sick..."" She chuckled and added, ""Fortunately he was very understanding about it, weren't you, pet?""
Rickie promptly launched into the well worn tale of how he'd agreed to be Michelle's male experiment when they were younger and how he hadn't even got his pants all the way off when she grabbed her clothes and ran from the room in tears.
Mikie didn't even blush. She just replied, ""Laugh it up, stripy ass. That was your one moment of dominance ever!"" Then turned back to Sam. ""So, what do you think, do you want to have a go? There are private rooms at the back here, that we can use for a small fee, which I'll pay. It's a safe place, there are cameras in the corridor recording who comes and goes and when, the doors can't be locked from the inside and they only open from the outside with the room key or the master key. And there's different levels of equipment and toys, so we'd use one of the pale pastel rooms.""
The room erupted in applause at that moment and Mikie jumped. She'd almost forgotten the stage show. She turned to the stage too and clapped as the clubs owners, still clad in latex, removed their hoods and came towards the group. ""Long time no see, Mikie. How've you been?"" Marcus scooped Mikie into a crushing hug, then offered a bear-sized paw to Sam ""Hi, welcome to the club. I hope you enjoyed the show and that these four reprobates have been keeping you entertained?"" He hugged the other three in turn. ""Andy not with you tonight?""
Bobby shrugged. ""They're on a business trip, won't be back 'till tomorrow. I kinda miss them which is why we all decided to drag sulky sue here out from under her black cloud. And it seems that we did exactly the right thing.""
Mikie poked her tongue out at Bobby ten turned to Marie. ""Do you happen to know which of the pale rooms is free? We've been discussing the theory, but you never know unless you try, right?""
Marie shrugged and waved at the employee in charge of the room keys, he trotted over and she repeated the question. ""Um, Predator Pete is in apple-green with a cute red-head, Donny Gee has his new guy in peach. So sky blue, lemon and lilac are all free.""
Mikie reached for her purse, ""Sky blue then... Um... If you're up for it, Sammy?""
""On the house!"" Marcus didn't exactly bellow it, in fact he was all but whispering, but his voice had a deep booming quality that matched his bear-like physique dark brown hair and bushy beard. ""First time is always on the house!""
Mike, Bobbie and Louise all said in unison: ""Since when?"""
410,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-04T21:06:00,Riddle,"""Really?"" Sam asked, clearly surprised that a Dominant could ever be anythingotherthan a Dominant. It made sense, of course, that people might notreallyknow which role, if any, they preferred until giving it a try. While the mention of handcuffs or hitting a partner had neither one stirred her interest past mere curiosity, the way Bobbie chimed in about the sense of helplessness struck a chord within Sam. For the briefest moment, a deeper desire was stirred to experience that for herself, and it made her squirm a little in her seat.
Laughing at Mikie's comparisons, Sam shook her head and pointed out, ""Okay, buteverybodylikes ice cream andnobodylikes Brussels sprouts."" A teasing grin was flashed at Mikie, even as Rickie seconded Sam's declaration with a small toast of his drink before nearly choking on it when Mikie broughtThe Experiment. Again. It was all Sam could do not to embarrassherselfwith laughter, one arm across her stomach and her other hand still in Mikie's. Little thought was given to how her thumb affectionately stroked the woman's, both finding comfort and feeling comfortable at the same time.
Caught up in the laughter that was slowly ebbing as the group sipped their drinks and calmed down, Sam almost missed that Mikie was talking toher. ""I - I mean--"" Stumbling over her words, she was grateful when the applause drowned her out. The disruption gave her a chance to breathe, especially when Mikie was drawn away. Sam smiled at the man - Marcus - and gently shook his hand. ""Thank you! It's been a very... educational evening,"" she laughed.
And it looked to continue that way. This time when Mikie asked, Sam was ready with a quick nod and a brave smile, ""Okay. If I'm going to try this, I'd rather it be with somebody I feel like I can trust."" Sam wasn't quite bold enough to admit, even to herself right then, that half of her excitement was from imagining what it would be like to haveMikie'sgaze on her.
Sam tipped back the last of her drink, then waved a small goodbye to the others and let Mikie lead the way. One of the group called out a teasing 'have fun' that made her blush, and she reached out for Mikie's hand. ""Thank you for this,"" she said in a soft tone that was easier to hear in the hall at the back than it would have been in the main area."
411,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-08T22:53:00,Chrystal Dark,"Leading the way to the door into the back was always fraught with perils. Fortunately the crowd this evening had been well entertained by the floor show, and aside from Bobbie telling them to fave fun and a couple of wolf whistled from tables they passed, there was no serious heckling. At least no-one called out ""we know where you're going!"" in that annoying sing-song voice that had happened to her on previous occasions. Maria and Marcus were circulating around and would probably have thrown the offender out if it had happened.
Mikie collected the key and pushed through the ominously red and black door with the excerpt from Dante's Divine Comedy painted on it in Gothic script:
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Mikie shook her head. ""Please ignore that. Someone's idea of a joke"". The corridor beyond was remarkably ordinary. Video cameras at either end and at the various corners kept it under surveillance, the carpet was dark green, the walls apple white and the ceiling ivory white, with wall mounted sconces providing a soft uplighting. Doors of varying colours from white through pastels and into the primary colours, then darker tones, fortunately out of site around the corner. ""We won't use the white room, cos there's nothing in it except a bed...""
Sam thanked her and Mikie laughed. ""Ha ha, don't thank me yet, sweetie, you might hate every minute! Oh and I love Brussels sprouts!""
She unlocked the door that was painted the colour of a clear sky on a crisp winter's day, obviously the same colour as the wooden fob on the key. ""So, before we go in, some ground rules. Actually I need to explain safe words to you. We've already used the term and you probably have an idea what it means, but I need you to understand the whole concept, because whether you have one tonight is your choice."" She took a breath, held up a finger to forestall any interruption.
""The whole point of having a safe-word that isn't just 'Stop' is that it adds a dimension to the game. If you can say 'Betelgeuse' and stop everything, it means you can yell out 'Stop' at the top of your voice and not mean it. Which adds extra spice. For tonight, though, if you would prefer, we can forgo that, or rather, we say that your safe word is 'Stop', or any other expression that might mean you're uncomfortable with what's happening. But you are in control here, it's your call. If you have a safeword, you must promise to use it if you're not enjoying it. If you don't have one then feel free to give me a running commentary on how you feel.""
Michelle waited for a reply, nodded and pushed the door open. ""Have a wander around, examine the gear, tell me if there's anything you particularly don't like or anything you really fancy trying. Tell me when you're ready.""
The centre of the room was dominated by a king-size four poster bed with pale blue sheets and pillows, against the wall facing the door. The decor was the same as the door, and there was a soft black rubber matting on the floor. ASt Andrew's Crossstood against the wall on the right, a thing likea cross between a saw horse, a park bench and a vaulting horsenext to it. On the opposite side of the room was what looked for all the world like a hospital gurney, complete with straps. In fact it seemed that everywhere one looked, there were loops, buckles, straps and clips. On the wall behind the bed were racks and glass fronted cupboards, displaying various implements of ""torture"" - floggers, paddles crops, handcuffs, leather wrist and ankle bands, collars in various materials, blind folds, belts, harnesses, ropes, chains, straps, dildos, vibrators, strapons, and but plugs. Of the things not present, there was nothing electrical, nothing sharp, nothing involving liquid of any kind, no clamps or weights, no masks or anything to do with breath control, no gags and no whips,
To the left of the room another door with no lock led to a small changing room and bathroom, with a shower and toilet.
The door clicked shut behind her and Mikie stood patiently, watching and waiting."
412,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-16T04:08:00,Riddle,"Looking up at the painted words above the first door, Sam silently mouthed the last few lines, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. It was a hauntingly beautiful verse which seemed to fit perfectly in this place. ""It's fitting,"" she decided, following Mikie down the hallway. The carpet muffled the sound of her heels, and had she been in a more familiar place, Sam would have gratefully removed them at the point to enjoy the plush pile. Like the rest of her outfit, heels weren't something she often wore.
While curious as to how many doors and how many shades waited further on, she turned her attention back to the door Mikie was unlocking. ""I can overlook your love of Brussels sprouts"" Sam grinned, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes as she leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, ""as long as you don't mind that I love spinach.""
As excited as Sam was to get started, she knew when to stop and listen. Mikie's tone made it clear this was important, so she clasped her hands and paid attention as the woman explained what a safe-word really was. ""I think I understand... some people enjoy yelling 'stop', but don'treallywant to stop,"" she mused. ""I've never used a safe-word, but..."" For a moment, Sam looked unsure, then admitted, ""A word is only as safe as the person using it and the person listening to it. Whether I have a word or not, I'm trusting you tonight? I think... I like the idea of letting you know how I feel as we go, so that we can slow down without completely stopping if I need a minute or we can try something different?"" It sounded like a good place to start.
With that decided, Samantha finally stepped into the room. Even if it was one of the light colored rooms, there was still enough equipment to make her heart skip a beat. She paused after only a single step, simply taking it in, then slowly moved closer to the center of the room. It was the peculiar saw horse that finally beckoned her closer, fingertips dancing over the padded leather and smooth wood. ""What is this called? What is it for?"" she asked curiously, trying to picture how one... sat on it? Bent over it?
Growing more comfortable as she looked around, it took only a few minutes for Sam to make her way over to the cabinets, her gaze landing on a narrow leather paddle. Blushing, she had to clear her throat a little to find her voice before saying, ""I like these... the paddles, crops, collars. Actually, everything in this cabinet looks interesting, except maybe the chains."" Those weren't exactly intimidating, but she wasn't as interested in them as she was the ropes. Leaving the cabinets, she wandered over to the gurney, clearly confused about its presence in the room. ""Is this in case of any... problems? Accidents? Nothing in here looks particularly dangerous,"" she said softly. Of course, even a simple rope was dangerous in the wrong hands.
Trying to hide her growing excitement, and nerves, Sam smiled at Mikie and asked, ""What, um, do you like best?"""
413,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-20T20:59:00,Chrystal Dark,"The tattooed woman followed her curvy companion around the room. ""This is usually referred to as a spanking bench or spanking horse."" She grinned, ""As for what it's for, well given the name you can probably guess."" She shrugged and made a quick decision. Putting herself in a vulnerable position didn't make her any less dominant and some things were easier demonstrated than explained.
""You can use it in a number of ways, the two most common are like this:"" And she pulled herself up onto the cushioned ledge on one side, kneeling on it, then bent over to put her hands on the ledge on the other side, her belly resting across the main padded bench in the middle. ""This way, your backside pokes up. It usual to have hands and legs spread and secured to the horse as far apart as they will reach. The other way is more common..."" She rotated herself through ninety degrees, swinging one leg over the bench and resting her knees on the ledges on either side, hands stretched to grasp the far end of both ledges. The top of the bench was just too wide so her hips and backside were jutting out over the end. ""Again, wrists and ankles secured, or elbows and knees, or a strap across the back or neck..."" She slid back onto the floor. ""Depending on the individual, they can be secured completely astride it. Other rooms have similar benches with a number of variations""
Mikie followed Sam to the cabinet and nodded. ""No chains, noted.""
She laughed at Sam's question about the Gurney. ""Oh heavens no! It's to strap the submissive onto. It's much more versatile that any of the other furniture in this room. The height can be easily adjusted, It's narrow enough to get at the person on it from all angles without having to climb up there with them, it can be tilted in a number of ways, and it is loaded with straps and anchor points.""
She smiled and gave the wheeled trolley-bed an affectionate pat, but then voiced what Sam hadn't said aloud. ""Mind you, what you said about nothing in here being that dangerous, everything in here could be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands. When an experienced sub is instructing a new domme, they have these little radio transmitter buttons, they can push and one of the staff will use the passkey to come in and stop whatever is happening. They don't get much use but there have been occasions. They also give them to nervous first time subs as an extra assurance."" The fact that Sam hadn't been offered one was a testament to her own self-confidence as well as to the staff's confidence in Michelle.
""What do I like...? Hmmm. for my favourite fetish we'd need to be in a different room, but I tell you what, why don't we start by strapping you to the spanking horse and putting some colour on your cheeks?"" She grinned and landed a gentle pat on Sam's ample backsidem, to make it clear which cheeks she was talking about. ""But it's really up to you. I mean if you want, you can walk out that door right now, no harm no foul, and I will still take you into the white room and make sure you want to see me again...!""
She shrugged and added ""Also, you need to decide if you want to stay clothed, strip to your undies, or go naked, and if you want to stay even partly clothed do you value the clothes you have on..."" She grinned. ""Some people like to be undressed by the D during the session, but it can be pretty tricky getting your clothes off when you're tied up, so we either rip them or cut them off. Obviously you don't wear your most expensive or cherished clothes."" Mikie pointed at the door to the changing room. ""You can get undressed in there. There sould be a robe or two if you feel shy coming out.""
Something else occurred to her. ""Oh, and what about me? I can be dressed like this, or in my undies, or just my tats and peircings, or I can nip out to the wardrobe and get some proper domme leather stuff! You can change your mind at any time of course, same as with what you're wearing, just tell me, okay?"""
414,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-08-30T03:53:00,Riddle,"Samantha was clearly fascinated by the spanking bench... or the demonstration. Possibly both. Her lips parted as she watched Mikie, and she had to admit, ""I would have never thought to use it like that. I was guessing someone maybe sat on the side of it..."" Which hadn't made much sense even in her head. She was glad not only to have asked, but to have someone with her whoknewhow it worked. Nodding as Mikie explained how the straps could be used, Sam couldn't help wondering if they were as much for safety as for fun. It seemed you wouldn't want someone tumbling off simply because they jumped a little while being spanked.
The gurney, as well, featured straps. Understanding dawned when Mikie clarified it wasnotfor emergencies, her lips forming an 'O' as she nodded. ""Okay,"" Sam smiled, ""that's reassuring. I would hope there aren't enough accidents to necessitate a gurney in every room. Now that I'm saying it like that, it sounds a little silly."" She wasn't too self-conscious to laugh at herself as she ran a hand over the end of the wheeled bed. ""It'sallreassuring. Honestly, I feel better knowing all the safety measures that are in place, even if I don't thinkweneed all of them.""
Despite all the intriguing instruments in the room, Sam's full attention was on Mikie as she listened eagerly to learn her favorite fetish... only to learn they were in the wrong room. Tilting her head, she had to admit her curiosity was piqued, but she would have to find out that tidbit of information another day.Getting ahead of yourself, girl,she thought. There was still the entire night ahead of them.
Mikie must have picked up on her solid interest in the spanking bench, that playful pat putting some definite color in one set of cheeks. ""Of course!"" Sam enthusiastically agreed. ""I - I - "" For a second, it seemed she was unable to even find her words, but the grin on her face suggested it wasn't due to nerves. ""I like this room. I mean, I'd probably like the white room as well, but this.. this is perfect,"" she promised. It didn't even take her long to decide on what to wear, nor on what she wanted to see Mikie in. ""I will.. strip to my panties,"" she winked, ""but I'd like to seeyouin leather.""
Sam wiggled excitedly. How could she not? With clothing - or lack of - decided, she felt bold enough to brush a sweet, simple kiss across Mikie's cheek before hopping into the changing room. As Mikie had promised, two robes hung on the neatly on the back of the door. There were handful of empty hooks and a small shelf with bins on the wall, presumably for storing clothing and other items. She checked her phone before placing it, along with the few other items from her pocket, in one of the bins. While usually a little more modest about her body, she felt surprisingly... comfortable around the confident Mikie.
When Samantha stepped back out, it was in nothing more than her panties and bra. The room was a bit chillier than she remembered, but wearing nothing more than a few scraps of lace would do that. Her plans for the evening clearly hadn't entailedthis, as the white lace of her panties didn't match the dark green lace of the strapless bralette she wore. Both did little to contain her curves, and Sam tugged the sides of the bra up a little as she stepped further into the room."
415,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-09-02T23:37:00,Chrystal Dark,"
""Cheeky Sub! That's earned you a definite spanking!"" Mikie laughed, then added more seriously, ""Only if you want one though... With no safe word in play, there's no 'game on' or 'game off', so feel free to say what you want me to do, whether you're enjoying it, if you're turned on or not..."" She shrugged. ""But the sub is in charge. I'll go see what I can find in my size. Back in a tick.""
The club kept a small wardrobe of leather and rubber dress up clothing, mostly people's cast offs. Mikie found some things that might work and quickly changed.
It was a different Mikie who let herself back into the Sky Blue room, a few moments after Sam came out of the changing room.The corsethad been something of a struggle to get into by herself, but she'd done it before, and anyway she didn't want it too tight. After all she was the one dishing out the pain, not the one taking it.The Skirtdidn't quite match but was the only one in her size that she liked. She'd kept her own boots on, because they were comfortable.The elbow length leather gloves, on the other hand, matched the corset almost too well, as if they were actually a set.
She had a plastic tray under her arm with her purse, jeans and tea shirt in. She still had the biker jacket on as it kind of went, and it didn't fit in the tray. She hardly ever wore a bra, being a triple-A cup size. But she had tucked the sensible-but-still-sexy pair of pale yellow panties she'd worn into the box too. After all, fair was fair and if her sub was going to get off, then Mikie wanted some as well...
She grinned at the sight that waited for her. ""MMMM Mm! You have a really beautiful body. Unlike me, I'm all skin and bone, but you are gorgeous!"" She couldn't help licking her lips. ""Just a bit white. We'll have to see about colouring you in a bit...!"" She quickly popped her own tray in the changing room next to Sam's.
""Right. First of all we need to be able to secure you. Partly it's for safety reasons. If you move too much, you can fall off the equipment and hurt yourself, also a strike aimed at the Gluteus Maximus will hurt a lot more if it lands on the thigh or back, so it's important that you don't move too much. We can get into random hits later if you like that, but for that I would usually dangle you from the ceiling and spin you, blindfolded..."" Mikie grinned. ""Things to look forward to, eh? But the other reason I want you immobile is because it gives you that feeling of helplessness, being totally at my mercy, and having to trust that Iwill stop if you ask me to. That's what Bobbie was talking about earlier.""
She walked over to the cabinet that Sam had been looking in, pulled out a soft padded leather collar, with matching wrist and ankle straps. ""Here we go. Neck first. This is only for tonight. Some people regard putting a collar on a sub as a sign of ownership, so I'm being very clear. This is for this session only. If, after tonight, or at any time in the future, you want a permanent collar from me, then I will gladly buy you one. This one belongs to the club."" As she spoke, she wrapped the collar around Sam's neck and buckled it snugly. ""Some of the rooms have padlocks. This one doesn't. So feel free to adjust it if it's too tight or too loose.""
Mikie sat on the bed with a creak of leather and patted the sheet next to her. ""Put one foot up here, then the other."" She fastened the ankle cuffs on Sam's ankles. then stood. ""Wrists..."" A few moments later she nodded. ""Okay. You're ready. You want to keep the panties on?"" A mischievous grin spread over her face and she deliberately touched Sam between her legs from behind, running a finger over the cloth. ""Wet already. You're having fun and we've not even started! That's good, I think...!""
She walked slowly over to the spanking horse. ""Right Up on here, head this end, butt that end, knees on the shelves to either side. And I want those gorgeous boobs dangling on either side too!"""
416,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-09-15T03:11:00,Riddle,"There was a magnetism about Mikie which was impossible to ignore. The woman could have been dressed in a sackcloth and still beckoned Sam's gaze, but seeing her in leather was breathtaking. It removed any lingering doubts in Samantha's mind about how this night would go, the gear itself further instilling that while she might set the boundaries, Mikie would decide how to play within them. The thought alone made her heart race in anticipation. She started to tell Mikie how wonderfully suited she was to leather, but the unexpected compliments flustered her enough to add a bit of colour already. ""Oh!"" Sam blushed and covered her face briefly with one hand as nervous laughter broke up her words, ""I - No, no - you look amazing! Truly! I really enjoy getting the full effect, and the leather suits you perfectly. Thank you for offering to wear it.""
'Amazing' was an understatement, Sam's doe-eyed gazestilltaking in the sight as Mikie nipped off to the changing for a few seconds. It was all too easy to imagine tracing her fingertips along the edge of the leather skirt and finding out for herself how soft those slender thighs were...
""Hmm?"" Sam tilted her head, realizing Mikie hadn't only walked back out, but was talking. Safety reasons. ""Oh, yes, I suspected it might be safest that way. It's one thing to fall on a nice, soft mattress, but I'd love if I managednotto fall on the floor. At least not on my first night,"" she winked. As intimidating as the straps Mikie chooselooked, Sam was eager to feel them. She forgot her notable lack of clothing and eagerly followed after the woman, never more than a step away. For all the fun she was having, Sam's smile softened as she promised, ""I trust you will stop if I ask... and I also trust you won't abuse my trust. We won't get very far if I can't offer you at least that much.""
The collar wasn't quite expected, but it lookedrightin Mikie's hands, held open and waiting for Sam's neck. She met the other woman's gaze, both curious about what a future with Mikie might look like and eager to find out. For a moment, it was all she could do to nod, but she finally managed to answer, ""Okay."" It was hard to stand still when she was so excited, but Sam leaned down the tiniest bit so Mikie could fasten the collar. A single, whimpering note sounded despite her best efforts to contain it. ""It feels really good,"" she breathed. The ankle and wrist cuffs that followed made it all feel so much more real.
Panties... ""For now,"" Sam nodded. ""I-"" she broke off on a soft gasp, Mikie's bold touch like the strike of a match, setting her body afire. Forgetting what she had been about to say, she didn't try to hide what was so obvious. ""I am... yes, definitely good."" When had her cheeks last felt so warm? Oh, right, when Mikie had similarly touched her breast at the bar. How easily could this woman wreck her?
Sam was a little hesitant to climb up on the bench, but only because she was slowly testing the feel of it as she settled her knees to each side. It felt plenty sturdy, even if she feared being on the heavier side of those who would have been up there before. There was a bit of adjusting as she wiggled into a comfortable position, her breasts spilling almost fully out of her bra when she laid down on the top of the bench. ""Like this?"" Sam queried, trying to peek back and make sure her ankles were in the right position to be attached. ""Oh!"" she giggled a moment later, realizing her wrists couldn't be fastened if she kept them tucked near her waist. She held her hands out one-at-a-time to Mikie, letting the woman adjust her as necessary until everything was secure.
Tugging lightly on the restraints, Sam nodded. ""Everything feels..."" Nice? That wasn't the right word. ""Safe,"" she decided, ""I like knowing I won't accidentally slide off."" There was more, however, a warmth spreading through her chest as she began to thing on what would happen next. Resting her cheek on the leather bench, Sam's voice was slowly becoming breathier. ""Ireallylike knowing you can do anything to me right now..."""
417,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-09-27T02:22:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Yes, that's perfect. Mrrrrrr!"" Mikie couldn't resist a deep throated growl as she clipped the D-rings on Sam's ankle cuffs to the carabiner spring clips on the corners of the bench, then moved to the front, paused, tapping her foot impatiently, a hand extended, as Sam realised that her hands were in the wrong place. ""That earned you a punishment, slave!"" She grinned wickedly, then in a more normal voice added, ""Personally I like a bit of role-play, but again, it's up to you.""
With Sam secured, Mikie walked around her, enjoying the sight.That's a thought...A thought that was reinforced by Sam telling her that she liked knowing that Mikie could do anything. ""You say it's the feeling of helplessness you most want to experience, yes? So, I'm going to put a blindfold on you. That will really heighten that feeling because you won't know where I am, what I'm doing. The rubber matting on the floor is to protect your skin from the concrete, but it also deadens footsteps. You'll have to listen for the creak of leather!"" She giggled and walked over to the cabinet, selected a few items and brought them back. She was out of Sam's line of sight and when she returned she laid several things across Sam's back. One was thin and hard, one firm wide and smooth, and one that seemed to have a hard end and a soft dangly end.
Mikie held up the fourth item for Sam to see. A white, padded leather mask, with a nose bridge and no eye holes. ""Lift your head my pet."" The instruction complied with, Mikie fastened the blindfold around Sam's head. ""There."" She smirked and lowered her face to kiss Sam firmly on the mouth, then licked her cheek.
She padded her way softly back to the woman's rear, which was jutting out very nicely. She brought both leather-encased hands down hard, one on each buttock, then held and squeezed, firmly for a moment, before raining repeated, gentle but rapid slaps onto alternate cheeks for a few seconds. She stopped and placed the palm of her right hand to gently cup Sam's pussy, squeezing softly and rubbing with a circular motion. ""If at any point you feel you are going to cum, you must ask permission. That is a universal rule of all BDSM. As it's your first time I won't refuse, but it's a good habit to get into, my pet."" She took her hand away and walked to the front, placed her somewhat wet leather palm over Sam's mouth. ""I do think you should lick my glove clean though!"""
418,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-11-06T00:51:00,Riddle,"Mikie's deep growl was a dark caress along Sam's spine, leaving her shivering even before their night truly began. There was a moment of hesitation - her breath halting - when she heard the word 'slave', her doe-eyed gaze finding Mikie's and relaxing when she saw the grin on the punk's face. Sam answered with a smile of her own, then wiggled her hips a little for good measure as she teased, ""I do seem to be at your mercy, master.""Hmm...Master didn't seem to fit quite right, but Samantha didn't dwell on it before adding, ""I've never tried role-play, but I don't mind. The rules are the same? We can drop the role-play if it feels uncomfortable?""
Samantha was delighted by the way Mikie seemed to reach into her words and draw out exactly how she was feeling. ""Helplessness... that's perfect,"" she nodded, letting a content sigh escape. This felt better than she had expected. There was excitement, but also a warmth slowly settling over her. With each decision Mikie made, Sam was able to let one more worry slip away. The only reaction to the items laid across her back was a soft shiver and the slightest hitch in her breathing. No matter how curious she was, the only way to discover what those items were was to wait for Mikie to use them. Unless... ""I don't suppose wiggling right now would be a good idea?"" Sam's voice was playful and husky, the quirk of her lips suggesting she already knew that wiggling to better feel the items would only result in them dropping to the floor... and Mikie being less than pleased.
Her smile slipped away the moment she saw the mask, lips forming a perfect 'O' before she stretched her neck as far as possible to invite Mikie to place it on her.Pet.""Oh, it's perfect,"" Sam breathed, warm air fanning across Mikie's lips before they captured hers. A soft protest followed when they parted, the cuffs clinking as she instinctively tried to chase after the woman. The wet tongue flicking across her cheek settled her quickly enough, and Sam laid her head back down with a satisfied smile. ""Thank you,"" she whispered gratefully.
With her mind still caught on the kiss and the feel of the mask - weight and warmth and darkness - Sam yelped when her backside was smacked. Hard. Heat flared beneath Mikie's hands, melted as she squeezed, slid through the young woman. She hadn't heard Mikie walking around her. She couldn't hear her own moans, short and soft, as she tried to tilt her hips back towards the other woman. ""Oooh,"" Sam shuddered, her pussy warm and wet, welcoming whatever Mikie would give. It took her a few seconds to realize she was being given instructions, but then she nodded her understanding. ""I - yes, I'll ask,"" she promised.
This time, Samantha was listening for the faint creak of leather when Mikie moved. It was still impossible to tell what was going to happen next, so she couldn't help the look of surprise that flitted across her features - well, what wasn't hidden by the mask - before her heart jumped as leather covered her mouth. A gag? No... Sam gasped, then eagerly flicked her tongue over the glove, tastingherself. It wasn't anything she tried before, but she licked her lips, then swept her tongue across the leather again, doing her best to thoroughly clean it, tracing the seam between each finger. A tiny noise, not unlike a purr, followed as she nuzzled Mikie's palm."
419,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-11-20T21:31:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Good girl."" Mikie purred softly, enjoying the feel of the warm, wet tongue on the palm of her hand through the leather glove. She didn't like having her bare palms licked, it tickled too much and left saliva on them which went cold and clammy, but the leather gloves kept the spit off her skin and reduced the sensation to something manageable. She took her palm away and walked back down Sammy's other side, paused and reached out to gently ease her breast out from between the leather padding on the horse and her ribcage. ""There, I bet that's more comfortable... For now."" She squeezed and caressed what she felt was one of Sams two second best features - the best being those big brown doe eyes!
Both leather covered hands, one dry and the other wet and cooling from Sam's saliva, squeezed the big soft orb as though milking it. Not that she expected to get any actual milk. If she did she would have to end the scene straight away, Some people had a kink for pregnant women or nursing mothers, but not at this club!
Feeling bolder and with no apparent objection from the sub, she eased the bra cup down, popping the whole of the deliciously dangling mammary out and pausing to admire it. Then she placed one hand with her palm against the underside of the breast and brought the other hand across in a hard slap against the top side. ""Boobs are my thing. You asked earlier what my favourite thing was? Well it has a lot to do with large breasts.""
Mikie walked on, picking up the soft, relatively flexible leather paddle she'd laid on Sam's back, earlier. It hadheart shaped cut outsin it and would leave heart shaped marks in the bruising. She brought the paddle down hard in single strikes across both buttocks, just above the top hem of Sam's panties."
420,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2021-12-24T05:06:00,Riddle,"Good girl. Sammy was usually quick to remind anyone who called her 'girl' that she was a full-grown woman, but Mikie... oh, Mikie could have called her 'good girl'allnight long. It was like being wrapped in the softest, thickest of blankets. For a moment, Sam felt as if her thoughts were slowly - ever so slowly - beginning to drift away from her. There was the weight of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, the mildly sweet taste lingering on her lips, the soft creak of leather as Mikie moved. She breathed in... then shakily released the breath as smooth leather slid across the silky skin of her breast.
""Thank you,"" Sam whispered, her tone filled with gratitude over the simple consideration Mikie had shown. Before Sam even knew she was hoping for it, Mikie was massaging the breast, leather and lace both teasing her. A long, deep moan filled the room, followed by the clink of metal when her hips twitched as an edge on the lace caught on a taut nipple. ""Oooh..."" Unable to press into Mikie's hands the way she wanted to as her bra was eased down, Sam pulled against the restraints... and whimpered when the cuffs held tight. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her body afire with anticipation.Swak!Sam gasped, body jerking, as a pink stain spread across the top of her breast. ""I--I - "" she stammered, struggling to find the words she wanted. ""I - ooh, yes,"" she moaned, ""This is the first time I can say I'm happy to have large breasts.""
No.No, no,she thought when Mikie released the soft globe. The attention Mikie had paid to her breast was so much better than the fumbled groping Sam typically had to endure, and she was eager for more. If the other woman's admission was anything to go by, at least there was a good chance her breasts would feel those leather-clad hands again tonight.
A slight weight lifted from her back, one Sammy had forgotten was there. The leather had grown warm against her skin, but felt like a brand when it slapped down on one cheek already pale pink from the earlier slaps. Those, Sam realized, had been only a hint of what was to come. The strike was met with a startled gasp, followed by a stifled moan as a dull ache spread across the top of one cheek when Mikie lifted the paddle. Before she had time to brace herself, the other cheek was treated to a taste, and Sam pulled against the restraints even as her core clenched. Wet. Her panties were wet enough to render the lace transparent, molded perfectly to her mound and proudly on display in this position.
""More..."" The plea broke without Sam even knowing she wanted more. There was little room to move, but she leaned her body back as much as possible and tilted her hips, trying to present the lush curves of her buttocks enticingly to Mikie. ""Mikie.. please,"" she whispered, voice slightly muffled by the way she turned her face towards the padded leather of the bench, pressing her forehead against a cool spot."
421,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-01-22T21:49:00,Chrystal Dark,"More... Mikie couldn't help it, it was one of her favourite musicals after all. ""MOOOOORE?"" She roared in her best impersonation ofSir Harry Secombe playing Mr Bumble.Then she sniggered, said ""Your wish is my command!"" and began raining blows as hard as she could all over the generous expanse of quivering flesh.
After a few minutes her right arm began to get tired, and she moved away a bit, back to where the abandoned breast she'd freed earlier still hung loose beside the central bench. Using her left hand, she swung the paddle up, parallel to the bench, hitting the stiff and dangling nipple with just enough forcer to set the whole breast jiggling.
Mikie did this for a minute or so, then positioned the paddle so Sam's engorged nipple was poking through one of the heart-shaped holes in it. She pushed the slab of stiff, thick leather upwards, while pulling down on Sammie's teat with the other hand, forcing the soft flesh through the opening that was too small, until enough of her breast was pushed through that the paddle stayed put. Mikie grinned and paused to squeeze her own clit.
Returning to Sam's rear end and picking up the flogger off the floor where it had fallen when Sam started wigglig, Mikie paused to admire the clearly displayed, puffy folds of her sub's pussy. ""Mmmm. You know, your panties are practically transparent right now. If you're okay with me tearing them off, I'll buy you a new pair. Or we can change the scene in a bit and I'll take them off then."""
422,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-02-27T04:08:00,Riddle,"Mikie's voice seemed to reverberate in the room, hitting Sam's heart the way the paddle had hit her backside. All her life, people had commented on how soft and gentle she was. It was... nice, but it had always felt likesomethingwas being held out of reach. Perhaps that was why Sam let out a wrenched cry when the next blow landed: Mikie was not holding back. It wasn't the pain that shocked her, but rather the lack of hesitation her partner had shown. Mikie trusted her to know what she wanted.
It was a heady experience in those few minutes, each strike across her lush curves driving her towards a precipice. Sam felt the moment when she reached the edge, her mind desperately clinging to the last of her common sense. She whimpered. ""Please..."" Please, please, please.Let go,her mind urged. If she let go... Oh, Sam didn't know what awaited her if she let go! Frightening! Exciting! Could she do it?
Mikie made the decision for her, unexpectedly smacking a taut nipple with the leather well-warmed by her backside. ""Mikie!"" she cried, twisting the name into a moan as she lost herself. It felt like falling. A dark, warm sensation surrounded Sam. Everything she felt - the deep ache from the paddling, the burning as Mikie pulled on her teat - helped her sink a further into that space. The corners of her closed eyes held tears, but a dazed smile traced her lips.
""Panties,"" she whispered, echoing the other woman. For a moment, Sam's lips moved without making a sound, and a tiny crease appeared between her eyebrows as they drew together.Panties... panties...It felt like she had forgotten what panties were. Mikie wanted them off? ""Off,"" Sam lilted in a breathy voice. Mikie wanted them off, and Sam wanted what Mikie wanted. Everything Mikie wanted. ""Mikie, please.. off,"" she begged. The panties were as much a mess as Sam at that point. She had stopped pulling on the restraints, letting her body instead meld over the bench. Her plump backside was beginning to color, blushing pink and red. Would lighter hearts bloom within deep purple bruises by morning? Her breast already showed a stark contrast between milky white on one side of the paddle and dark pink on the other."
423,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-02-27T23:48:00,Chrystal Dark,"Please...
Mikie had hesitated a moment at the word. There was no safe word, nothing to sayI definitely want to stop, as opposed toMy body wants you to stop but everything else wants you to carry on.But the woman's arousal was obvious and it could just as easily beplease continue.Especially on the back of asking for more like that.
Then as she tortured the chubby woman's nipple, Sam turned her name into moan of pleasure. So when she insists that she wants her panties removed, Mikie doesn't hesitate, She takes hold if the top hem at the back and pulls as hard as she can. ""Fuck, I'll buy you a dozen pairs of silk panties..."" she murmurs under her breath as the woman's pink slit is revealed. ""Hngf!""
She simply can't resist, turns her head sideways, opens her mouth and engulfs those soft, puffy lips, biting firmly, her hands grasping the soft padding within Sam's bottom, squeezing hard, fingers digging in. Her tongue laps out at the sweet but spicy liqueur, a foretaste of what she hopes is to come later.
Pulling herself away, Mikie bent and retrieved the flogger that had fallen to the floor as Sam reacted to the previous two toys. She began to swing it in a vertical circle, the two dozen or so teather tails making a soft buzzing noise as they sped through the air. She moved it closer now, slowly, keeping the tails spinning as their upward strokes began to impact against Sam's now very exposed pussy, first just the air moving as they whisked past, then the tips would begin to stroke, then firmer impacts, becoming longer, further forward, slapping the length of Sam's slit, and hitting her clit and mound.
Mike stopped, spun the flogger the other way so the main point of contact was Sam's anus, kept this up for four or five revolutions, then went back to spinning the way she had the first time. At some point, she heard the paddle clatter to the floor, loosened and lubricated by her subs perspiration. It wasn't important so she ignored it."
424,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-04-04T04:38:00,Riddle,"The sound of tearing fabric rends the air, and cool air washes over the wet folds of Sam's exposed mound. A deep sigh of relief follows as the woman visible relaxes on the bench. Her lips move soundlessly for a moment, then she manages, ""Th...nnn.. ooh."" Exposed. Why does being exposed to Mikie feel as sensual as any caress? ""Thank.. thank you,"" she finally breathes, wanting the woman to know how grateful she is simply for being in this room with her.
Sam's reprieve is short, like the waves ebbing from the beach, as Mikie's mouth is suddenly closing around her swollen lips. ""Mi-!"" The strangled name is torn from her lips as sensations crash over her. Pleasure and pain. ""Oh, fuck!"" she cries, feeling the warm, damp, soft probing of Mikie's tongue. The gentle contrast to the firm grip on her tender bottom leaves Sam whimpering for more of everything.Good... so good,she thinks, but can't find a way to make her mouth form the words. The way she tilts her hips and keens her pleasure, however, says it all.
There is a creak of leather, cool air sliding across her skin once more when Mikie moves, and a few muffled footsteps. A shuddering breath passes Sam's lips, and her tongue flicks out to sweep over them. She strains to hear what the other woman is doing, tilting her head a little in her efforts. A soft whir sounds from behind her, unfamiliar to her ears. ""Mikie,"" she whispers. Not a question, but a comforting reminder to herself that Mikie is taking care of everything.
Her skin prickles, sensing the change in air current before she understands what is happening. As Mikie guides the flogger closer, Sam's breathing quickens. The first fiery lick of a lash across her sensitive pussy is a shock, and the restraints clink as she fights them to move away from the flogger. ""Oh, my God,"" she whines, feeling her core clench even as the tips of the flogger strike again. Again. Again. ""F-fuck.. fuck, M- Mikie,"" Sam moans. Where at first she tried to move away, Sam soon tries thrusting back, hips rocking as much as the bench allows. ""Yes, yes... oh, fuuuuck!"" A startled cry breaks up her moans as her exposed anus is struck. If anything, it is even more sensitive, her entire body shuddering with each flick against the tight pucker.
A litany of pleas, praises, and profanity stream from Sam's usually proper mouth as she works her hips in time with Mikie's strokes. A light sheen of sweat dampens her back and breasts and belly. She can feel her neck and face growing damp, both with sweat and tears. ""Mikie,"" she tries to warn.Have to... have to...The woman tries to put her thoughts together, knowing Mikie had told her... something.Ask!""Please... Mikie,"" Sam whimpers, her thighs and bottom quivering as the pain-pleasure builds. With eachwhiskof the flogger against her pussy, drops of moisture spray her skin and the leather. Her hands clench the air, and the restraints are pulled taut as her body... ""I'm - Mikie, please, I'm going to.. I need to... fuck! Oh, fuck! S-st.. I'm-- Can I come? Can't stop!""
it's as much a warning as Sam can manage, her body stimulated enough that she fears even a breath of air might send her over the edge. She writhes as she tries desparately to wait for Mikie's permission, grunting with the effort of holding back, face contorted where she presses it against the bench."
425,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-05-02T01:51:00,Chrystal Dark,"Mikie has enough experience to tell when someone is on the brink. The contractions of the belly muscles are the biggest tell, because the involuntary hip thrusts can more easily be ""Meg Ryaned"". There are other signs too: The clit gets bigger withdraws into the hood for some reason known only to medical science.
So even as Sam is gasping out her urgent plea, Mikie is ready with the answer. ""Yes, cum for me my pet"". She drops the flogger and shoves two fingers of her right hand deep into Sam's pulsating core, palm down as Sam is face down. Her leather clad fingertips have no sensitivity and she has no idea whether or not she has found the correct spot with them. Not until Sam reacts that is. Meanwhile Mikie's thumb is manipulating Sam's clit, her whole hand moving in a tight, fast circular motion.
She keeps it up far longer that she had expected, waiting for her sub to stop reacting, or to ask that she stop. But finally even the hardiest and horniest souls must take a break and if she is honest with herself, Mikie's wrist is beginning to ache.
""Okay sweetheart. Let's get you unlocked and comfortable."" She quickly and easily unclips Sam's collar, wrist and ankle cuffs from the horse and helps her down, supporting the slightly taller woman as they stagger almost drunkenly to the bed. She needs to ask, so she does: ""Are you okay?"" Genuine concern in her voice, because while she is pretty sure Samantha is fine, there is always the chance that she went too far and the woman didn't tell her."
426,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-06-05T03:45:00,Riddle,"Yes. Sam could not have stopped even if Mikie had said 'no', her world bursting apart at the seams even as the other woman's fingers plunged unexpectedly and deliciously into her. The leather on Mikie's fingers felt softer and smoother than any toy, gliding across the perfect spot so that warmth flooded her folds, wetness lending a lewd sound to the motion of Mikie's hand. Whatever orgasms Sam had experienced before - sharp and short - did not compare to the way this one rolled over and under and through her. ""Oh god, oh god, oh god,"" she cried in a weak voice, shuddering each time Mikie's thumb nudged her clit in the right way and sent another shock from her clit down to her core.
""Fuck,"" Sam grunted, feeling her body body beginning to reach the point where the stimulation was too much. Mikie was already withdrawing, and while her sex ached in the absence of the woman's warm hand cupping it, it gave Sam a chance to take a few deeper breaths. Her body shuddered with each exhale, aftershocks reminding her of how intense the orgasm had been.
Mikie's voice draws her down, but when Sam moves her lips to reply, all that comes out is another, ""Oooh god."" A deep, satisfied sigh. Her arms feel so light as the cuffs are removed. Her whole body feels so light... There is a moment, when Mikie helps her off the horse, where Sam can't remember how to make her legs take a step forward. With the padded mask still covering her eyes, all she can do is rely on Mikie, letting the smaller woman help her to... the bed. Sam gratefully collapses on it and tugs Mikie down with her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body.
Okay? Sam nods without any hesitation, more focused on finding a way to tuck her body as close to Mikie's as possible. Every place they touch, however, she meets soft, warm leather instead of skin. She lifts a hand, her fingers touching Mikie's ear before gliding across her cheek, then down to her lips. With a small smile, Sam leans to press a soft kiss to the other woman's lips. ""I'm more than okay,"" she replies. ""I - wow,"" Sam breathes, her tone filled with awe, ""I've never felt anything like that. Thank you."" A softer kiss. ""Thank you."" The softest kiss.
Time is measured in heartbeats, and with each one, Sam feels herself pulled closer to her body. Eventually, the marks so beautifully laid on her fair skin begin to pulse, small aches and pains that hint at what she might feel the next day. It brings a smile to her lips. ""I get the feeling I'll be able to remember this very vividly tomorrow,"" she giggles, her hand beginning to explore Mikie for the first time. Sam's touch is light and gentle, curious as it traces the shape of Mikie's collarbone and drifts down her slender chest. She curls her fingers so only the backs of them graze the subtle curve of Mikie's breast through the leather. ""Would, um, it be okay if I touchedyou?"""
427,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-07-16T23:38:00,Chrystal Dark,"Mikie smiles happily. Sam is clearly a submissive masochist of the highest order, and while BDSM compatibility is not the best reason for a relationship, it goes a long way towards making one work. As does physical attraction, and Mikie has always liked the fuller figured ladies. She needed to find out more about this charming lady...
Cuddling is nice, and Sam's kisses are sweet, but Mikie is so turned on she's finding it very hard not tot squirm, especially as Sam's hands are getting bolder and the light, tentative touches are making the slender domme quiver. And then the submissive asks if she can touch Mikie. That's too much and the domme rolls away and kneels up. ""Not yet, my pet. I need you to do something else first.""
Sam is still wearing the blindfold and Mikie grins wickedly as she moves around on the bed, careful not to touch her pet. Fortunately she's very flexible and the bed is large, and she manages to get her feet on either side of Sam's shoulders, her knees above the woman's head, and pulls the tight leather skirt up over her hips so it gathers around her waist.
Sam may have been forewarned, because Mikie is so wet that her arousal is literally dripping off her, but it is probably obvious what is about to happen from the movements on the bed. She lowers herself gently onto Sam's face, in a cross-ways kiss more erotic that all save (perhaps) one. ""Mmm, now lick,"" She instructs. ""Let's see how cunning a linguist you are!"" As she speaks she reaches down and pulls the blindfold off Sam's head."
428,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-08-04T20:49:00,Riddle,"For a moment, Sam's lip forms a small pout, but she doesn't protest as Mikie moves away.Not yetis not exactly a 'no'... and truthfully, she is more than happy to do anything to make Mikie feel as amazing as she had. Giving a small nod, she tucks her hands close to her plump breasts and tries to be patient as she waits to find out what the Domme has planned. Hoping to reassure Mikie of her willingness, Sam smiles as she says, ""Anything, ma'am.""
Tilting her head to catch whatever small sounds she can, Sam feels the bed dip slightly behind her head a moment before Mikie's hands bracket her shoulders. Hands? No... there is too much weight pressing into the mattress for it to be the slender woman's hands. The deep in-and-out of Mikie's breathing is further away, not right against her ear, so it must be... ""Oooh,"" Sam moans as the sultry scent of the Domme's arousal rolls over her, a droplet splattering on her chin. As if on cue, her tongue flicks out to try tasting it, but the wet spot is ever so slightly out of reach.
Warmth closes in around her, slow and sensual, and Sam shivers in delight as a smooth thigh brushes her cheek before a pair of silky wet lips gently touch hers. She doesn't have to be told twice, her tongue flicking out to drag slowly straight up the center of Mikie's slit, savoring her flavor. Sweet, sharp, musky. The leather has kept the other woman warm, so a faint trace of sweat is mixed with her arousal, and Sam wants all of it. She barely notices as the blindfold is removed, glancing only briefly past the towering row of buckles on Mikie's corset to catch her gaze before surging forward to devour the puffy lips waiting for her.
Sam's brief, perfunctory hookups in the past left her with minimal experience, but every kiss, nibble, and lick is buoyed by her eagerness to please - and pleasure - Mikie. Parting the woman's lips with her tongue, she flattens it around her clit, then wiggles her head back and forth before flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Sam pushes her face closer, finding the hard nub to caress and nibble with her lips, moaning softly. Both hands slide along Mikie's bare thighs, circling her slim hips, then cupping her petite bottom. Gently squeezing Mikie's ass, she nuzzles her nose against the woman's clit, then thrusts her tongue into Mikie's hot, wet core."
429,Fresh Meat,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fresh-meat.21981/,2022-10-09T20:12:00,Chrystal Dark,"Mikie gazes down at the dark brown eyes that have so enchanted her. It's true, she feels like she's under a spell, looking into them. But Sam doesn't meet her gaze except for a quick glance and then she gets on with her duly appointed task. ""Ghhhh! Oooh fuck, yeah, are you sure you never did this before?"" She giggles. She is already turned on to the point of needing to cum desperately, the same irrefutable need that Sam felt a while ago is gripping Mikie now.Just a bit more... ""Oooh, keep doing that! Ahhhh AHHHH HHHAAAAHAAAAHHHHHH! Urrrgle!""
It was over quickly but intensely satisfying none the less. Not much of a squirter, she still managed to cover most of her pet's face with slimy goo. ""Ooh, that was.... AH!"" She cringed as an aftershock hit then took a deep breath and managed to roll off Sam without kneeing her anywhere.
She slid down the bed and laughed softly. ""There a box of tissues here somewhere. Ah here we go,"" She smirked. ""Sorry but I'm the dominant bitch and while I don't really mind the taste, I prefer not to get it all over me!"" She picked the box up from the small side table by the bed and handed it to Sam. ""Just leave the used ones for now, we clean up when we're done."" She grinned then and began removing her gloves. With them off, Mikie pushed Sam down onto the bed, kissed her tenderly and grinned. ""I'm no where near done with you yet. Right now I need to satisfy a craving I had from the moment that drip of beer landed on you...""
She was lying on Sam's right and lent across the larger woman. Mikie took Sam's left nipple in her mouth, held it firmly between her teeth and sucke the entire areola into her mouth. Her left hand took hold of Sam's right nipple, twistling and pulling on it, and her right hand slid down the pale belly to find and pinch Sam's clit."
430,Frozen Hearts [Game of Thrones],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/frozen-hearts-game-of-thrones.27208/,2023-02-27T18:23:00,Tigresse,"When the raven arrived that carried the message about Lord Jon Arryn's death, they knew that he would arrive in Winterfell sooner than later. He, Robert Baratheon, the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Neither of them were looking forward to it, but the both of them were aware of the fact that they would have to face him eventually. While Eddard Stark had always considered Robert Baratheon to be his friend, he had been keeping a secret from him for years. A secret he could never share with him, for it would put the dark-haired woman in front of him at risk. He had been watching her quietly after he had read the letter to her, which announced that the King was coming to visit Winterfell soon. Ned had tried to catch a glimpse of emotion on his sister's face. However, her ever so stormy grey eyes were merely clouded with emptiness. She looked cold. Cold as ice.
As the days passed by, the spiritless look on Lyanna Stark's face did not disappear. Ned had only seen a hint of a fragile smile when his youngest daughter, Arya, had begged her aunt to go to the wolfswood together with their horses. Much to his surprise, she had refused the girl's request. She hardly refused Arya's requests. Even when his wife, Catelyn, had forbidden Arya to leave the castle, Lyanna would sneak outside with her. They would ride their horses or chase after one another in the snow. The both of them had even been caught with wooden swords before. If no one knew better, they would believe that Arya Stark was a child of Lyanna's instead of Catelyn's. They resembled each other, both in appearance and character.
""We both know why he is coming to the North. He wants to take you with him."" The She Wolf had not spoken much the last couple of days, but she did address her brother while they were waiting for the arrival of King Robert Baratheon and his Queen: Cersei Lannister. They were waiting outside - and Lyanna was standing behind the Lord and Lady of Winterfell. She was wearing a dark blue gown and gloves, and she tried to keep herself warm with a grey cloak and matching fur. She was wearing her hair down and wore no jewellery. Lyanna looked plain, almost as if she wanted to remain invisible. However – she was not hiding away from anyone on purpose. It was not as if she did not want to be seen. She simply did not care anymore - especially not about her appearance. She had not cared about anything ever since she had been found by Ned at the Tower of Joy.
Once her brother had found her inside of the Tower, everything had fallen apart. Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, who had so-called abducted her, had been slain during the Battle of the Trident. The child that she had given birth to, had been taken away from her. She could not even recall seeing the newborn - and they refused to tell her if the child lived or not. The pain of the difficult childbirth and the shock of her baby being taken away from her, had caused her memories to be clouded. The only thing she could remember was how Ned had tried to calm her down. He had told her that everything would be over soon - and that she would be able to go home. Eventually they had indeed returned to the North, but she had never seen her child or Rhaegar ever again.
Now she had to witness how her former betrothed dismounted his horse and approached her brother. Robert Baratheon had not aged well. His wife, however, was a beautiful woman. There was no one who would deny that. Yet the Queen's beautiful face could not conceal the look of disdain as she stepped out of her carriage. In the past, it would have caused Lyanna to smile. Cersei Lannister was certainly not the first lady to dislike the North - and surely not the last. Now she only sighed, before she bowed before the King and his Queen.
At least she was not his Queen.
[Thank you for reading! As you can see, I left the starter fairly open, simply because I want to give you the opportunity to continue without being pushed in a specific direction. I wrote this plot with the intention to pair Lyanna with Jaime, since the both of them have suffered in their own way during Robert's Rebellion and they are both considered honourless for different reasons. However - a different pairing is also possible. Please continue below or send me a PM if you prefer not to write in threads - or if you would like to discuss the plot first. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact me!]"
431,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2020-07-28T02:12:00,KingsBounty,"Taylor sat in her room home alone, at least so she thought. She was so horny for whatever reason and she had recently bought a wand. Today was the day. She shut her door and sat on her bed in just her night shirt. Pulling it up she was already wet and nervous. She put it to her clit and turned it on the lowest setting. Oh wow that felt so good. She started moaning turning it up quickly and orgasmed. She didn't stop. She just kept it going. She was so lost in it she didn't notice the door open."
432,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-04T19:00:00,Chartreux,"It had been so long since the old coin, that resembled a copper penny, had felt the presence of a need for sexual release. He had lain dormant in a curiosity shop until someone imagined it would never sell and just threw him into the cash register change drawer. He was carried and used over and over and over again, until... now.
Now, he felt the presence, perhaps in the next room, desire and need of a young woman..., her name was Taylor.... She was using some kind of humming device to pleasure herself and he felt himself become stronger. Strong enough to whisper, not into her ear but into her mind,'Yes..., yes..., this feels so very good...."" Feeding on her feelings, he became strong enough to manifest as a incorporeal, near invisible, thing. He moved to the room where Taylor was lost in the feelings of sexual release and managed to open the the door. Ah..., ah..., the feelings she had that he was tasting were delicious and invigorating.
He wanted to form a body and have his way with her, but he didn't believe he had the strength for it just yet. So he continued to whisper into her mind. To subtly plant into it the notion of how wonderful it would be to have an incubus, a demon lover...."
433,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-04T19:42:00,KingsBounty,"As the thoughts from him about how good it felt hit her she orgasmed again, hard her body shaking. She almost felt as if she couldn't remove the wand and honestly that made her harder. She was rubbing it on her self her free hand now playing with her breasts pulling on her nipples. ""Oh fuck!"" She shook. This was amazing.
She felt a presence but glancing around saw no one, not even noticing her door was open now. She closed her eyes again. She had always been a little rebellious driving her religious parents mad when she was younger. She was glad to be on her own so she could do stuff like this. Not like he wouldn't understand.
That's when the final thoughts hit. It was vivid and she liked it. Moaning. ""Yes, oh fuck me demon daddy! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh fuuuuu!!!!"" She screamed shaking."
434,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-04T21:56:00,Chartreux,"The incubus could feel himself becoming more and more substantial. The young woman had practically summoned him back to the mortal plane of existence with her voice moaning and screaming, ""Yes, oh fuck me demon daddy! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh fuuuuu!!!!""
And then, he was in the room there, with Taylor. A soft touch of his hand on her head and she was in a state of trance.
Still communicating from his mind her mind, the incubus silently spoke, ""Close your eyes, Taylor, I'm here. I'm here to fuck you and make you cum. Let go of your toy...."" He briefly scanned her surface thoughts, hoping that the girl's idea of a demon lover wasn't David Bowie as The Goblin King, like he'd encountered so many times before his recent years out of circulation. Refreshingly, her imagination came up with something more masculine and slightly infernal. Also, there was little preconception about what he could or couldn't do with his body shape. that was marvelous....
After Taylor had let go of her little wand, the incubus made the skin of his body a deep red color, the color of his hair very black, his face handsome to her and finishing off the look with a modest pair of boney looking horns. In each palm of his hands appeared a little mouth with lips, teeth and tongue. At his loins grew a larger than average very stiff phallus, with a hard bumpy ridge on its top side. Above the phallus equally long was something looking like a slender, independent and prehensile tongue. Hanging beneath the phallus were testicles the size of tennis balls.
He lightly climbed on top of Taylor. His hands softly kneaded her breasts while the little mouths there gently licked and kissed Taylor's nipples. He put his phallus near her entrance and the lower tongue stretched to massage her clit. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Then he told her, ""Taylor, you can open your eyes. Your lover is here. You want to be fucked, don't you? You want me to fuck you. You want to be your demon lover's little private slut, don't you? Tell me that you're my little slut. Beg me to fuck you and fuck you hard. I'm going to make you cum and cum and cum over and over."""
435,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-05T06:33:00,KingsBounty,"She moaned. Her thoughts very lust filled at this point and giving in her eyes did indeed close and she let the wand fall. She was unsure but she was still lost when new sensations hit. The tongues on her nipples now very pleasurable her nipples hardening to them she moaned feeling him move in over her. She loved it! She let out a soft moan of pleasure as the tongue began to work on her clit ""Oh fuck.""
She opened her eyes and before her was this amazing handsome demon. This should have scared her but that was just a small scream in the back of her mind. A lot of her was already gone to the lust as she smiled up at him. ""Oh shit! Yes daddy please fuck me! I'm your little slut! Use me and abuse me for pleasure demon daddy. My body and soul are yours! PLEASE!"" She needed him bad and she needed him now. Her hips were already grinding trying to get closer to him."
436,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-05T20:49:00,Chartreux,"The incubus inhaled the lust emanating from the willing, eager little slut. Maybe when she was more engaged with the world she would be quite different, but fate had crossed their paths when she was weak to him. He chuckled, learning that she had unresolved 'daddy issues', as she begged him to fuck her. He took note of the size of her body and on that estimate, he grew his cock to the maximum dimensions that he believed she could handle without injury.
Taylor's pussy was sopping, both from her earlier masturbation and her current need. Like magic, without fumbling, the Incubus calmly and irresistibly pushed his big cock into the young woman. The reaction on her face looked to him like the combination mildly pained amazement and disbelief at the stretching of her pussy and contented sexual accomplishment as he pressed into her. When he'd reached the limit of her depth he held his position and proceeded to slowly and almost completely withdrew before pushing back into her. He repeated his strokes, moving at a pace in response to Taylor's moans and encouragement.
He breathed in more and more of her sexual energy as the mouths on his hands latched onto her nipples and sucked, as the tongue above his cock stimulated her clit and his big cock plowed her pussy."
437,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-11T18:09:00,KingsBounty,"""Oh fuuuuuuuuck!!!"" She screamed as his massive cock entered her and her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned as she felt her now erect nipples were sucked into mouths. Her mouth fell open as her list took over and her brin seemingly shut off.
She moaned and groaned as he fucked her. She could feel energy leave her as she orgasmed the simulation on all her places were perfect! Her clit was wet her pussy wet and streched and being beat. She was pretty sure her nipples were giving milk at this point. She spoke to another orgasm. She'd lost count at this point.
""Please keep fuuuu.....me sir demon.... don't stoooooaaaaahhhh!!!"" She screamed as another orgasm rocked her body and she squirted. She no longer has control and she liked it. Her eyes were hollow nothing behind them but sex and fuckery."
438,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-14T04:44:00,Chartreux,"TAYLOR SCREAMED IN ORGASMIC JOY and was briefly rendered unconscious. The French call it, 'la petit mort', the 'little death'. She was totally defenseless. It was then that the incubus violated the girl's body in ways that only the sex demons and few exorcists understood. He did two things to her. He inserted his long tongue into her mouth and from his tongue emerged two threadlike yet strong tendrils that entered her nasal cavities from the back of her throat and then went into her brain, damaging those areas that assessed good sexual partners. Two like tendrils extended from the end of his phallus and went through the tubes to her ovaries, to damage those parts of each ovary that secreted the hormone to lessen the desire for sex. The incubus used some restraint, knowing exactly where and how much damage to do, because he wanted the young woman's body to be normal in every other way.
Finishing his work, he whispered into her mind, ""Taylor, there's a very important copper coin in the next room. You want that copper coin. It's good luck and you can have lots of sex when it's near you. Remember to find that copper coin. You want that copper coin....""
The Incubus then dismounted Taylor and, once more, became ethereal and invisible. He returned to the coin that he'd been bound to, to sleep and to digest all of the energy he'd stolen from Taylor...."
439,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-21T00:34:00,KingsBounty,"Taylor awoke some time later. Her head pounded and she shook it. Had to been a dream? Her sheets were soaked. ""Shit."" She thought about that copper coin in that instant and started sped out her bedroom to find it. She began tearing the house apart to find it. She lifted up the couch and there it was. ""Ah ha!"" She picked it up and sighed. She got dressed, it was getting dark out, and she slipped the coin in her bra close to her heart. ""I need a drink.""
She grabbed her wallet and made for the door grabbing the keys off the hanger. She opened the door and slipped out of her apartment and locked it. Putting her wallet and keys in her pockets she made her way down to her car. She wore her a short black skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt with a rainbow on it. She got in her Miata sighing and turned the key. It clicked but didn't turn over. ""Damnit!"""
440,Fxany dangerous,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxany-dangerous.17639/,2021-02-21T17:50:00,Chartreux,"Waking from his post-meal nap, the Incubus felt the warmth of human flesh on the coin that he was bound to, heard the music of Taylor's heartbeat and breathing. He felt as if own 'eyes' now rolled upward in ecstasy, as if he were trying to look through the top of his head. Subtly, he snuck into Taylor's senses to see what she was doing.... Taylor was trying to start her car? She was dressed for sex.... Well, he had some minor ability to observe and affect the physical world. Ah, there was the problem.... The Incubus, pressed against Taylor's breast, had more than enough power to tighten an electrical connection that had vibrated loose in the car's starting system.
Carefully, now, masquerading as one of her own thoughts, he said, ""Try it again."" When Taylor turned the key, this time the engine started. As payment for his deed, the Incubus briefly tickled the nerve endings of Taylor's g-spot and was rewarded with a small nibble of sexual energy.
'Where was Taylor headed?' he wondered. Rather than guide the young woman into scenes that he knew that he'd enjoy, the Incubus decided to relax and see what the human would come up with on her own. If he liked Taylor's partners, he could help nurture those affairs. If he didn't like them, he'd punish them in ways only a sex demon could."
441,"FxMM+, Seeking F - The Birthday",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/fxmm-seeking-f-the-birthday.20171/,2021-02-04T20:53:00,TheWanderers,"Andrew lost track of his wife while he stared at the hot bodies of younger women grinding and flaunting their stuff. He also had a good buzz going already, which didn't help. His phone buzzing alerted him to the fact that his wife had left the club with her 'selection' and were going to get the party started back home, with or without him. He felt his cock stir a little at the thought. It was his wifes birthday today and as a present, they were going to have a threesome...with another guy. They had come to the club to find the man and she had gone and strutted her stuff. He had seen her dancing with a few guys so he was interested in seeing which one she had decided to bring home. Would he be there age? Older? Younger? Fit or slim or chubby?
They'd never done anything like this before, of course. He had always wanted to see her with some one else and she did enjoy sucking his cock while riding a dildo. So why not make it a real cock? He was still filled with anxiety and anticipation - he'd never been naked with another dude before, but the thought of tag teaming his beautiful wife was too much to pass up. But maybe that was the alcohol speaking at this point.
Arriving home via uber several minutes later, he entered the house. He hear muffled noises coming from the living room - it seemed she hadn't waited for him! He smiled at the thought and strode forward, about to call out when he saw what was happening. His wife was already naked and on her knees, servicing two cocks! She had brought two guys home with her! She smiled over at him and then went back to sucking the cock in front of her, her other hand stroking the other.
It appeared he wasn't part of her threesome plans for her birthday night, but that was hot in upon itself.
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Send me a PM if interested. Would want to play out a little of what has 'previously' happened during the night."
442,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-03T03:40:00,XxGhostxX,"I've never roleplayed my original character before so I figured I give it a shot, unfortunately, I don't have a phone atm so I'm unable to make a quick sketch of them. So here's a quick description
Name: Ghost (She's both my OC and penname)
Age: 1(21) (Meaning she's 121 in vampire years but 21 in human years. Though gets mistaken for as young as 18 as she's very youthful in the face)
Appearance: Pale, fanged, heavily 'scene/emo' more on the emo side though. Choppy, volumized, layered 'emo/scene' hair. Usually dresses in black skinny jeans and tank tops with chokers and other jewelry with a pair of black platform boots. Has healed scars in both noticeable and not noticeable places on her body. And has the following piercings:
eyebrow
septum
nostril
canine bites
dimples
collar bones
tongue
navel
etc
As for tattoos:
black wings on her back
several Hollywood Undead tattoos
black, grey, and blue thorned roses on her thighs
(I don't usually draw her tattoos though since I'm still a beginner artist and not good at details.)
Species: Vampire, ghost, halfbreed more of a vampire-like appearance though
I'm not the best at plots but I'll try-
Ghost's heartbreak had taken a massive toll on her life mentally and physically to the point she hadn't slept or eaten and even resorted to taking it out on herself physically. She takes a walk one night in an attempt to clear her head. Hoping to get a few things from the 7/11 and get right back home to binge horror films when instead of her being clumsy trips and bumps into YC.
(Not the best I know but I'm hoping we can work out something hurt comfort-related not necessarily romance unless you'd like it to be later on. Okay with female or male, etc OCs doesn't matter to me)"
443,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-22T02:42:00,Ysolde,"Mia McClanahan was a vibrant red haired witch standing at five and a half feet tall with vibrant green eyes. She ran a local occult shop where she sold crystals, fake charms, and the like to the normies and other, somewhat more potent, items to the supernatural community. She was also on call to the heads of the Vampire and Shifter clans to make sure that any incidents were covered up or forgotten.
This evening the middle aged, though she looked in her early twenties, witch was headed into the local 7/11 to get herself a frozen drink. She was thinking the blue manatee flavor but she might change her mind if something else called to her. Her thoughts on what drink to get were interrupted when a woman bumped into her. Mia recognized the supernatural immediately and said, ""Hey, you look a bit like you could use a bite. Do you want me to help you find a place where you can get what you need hun?""
XxGhostxX"
444,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-24T18:24:00,XxGhostxX,"
Mia McClanahan was a vibrant red haired witch standing at five and a half feet tall with vibrant green eyes. She ran a local occult shop where she sold crystals, fake charms, and the like to the normies and other, somewhat more potent, items to the supernatural community. She was also on call to the heads of the Vampire and Shifter clans to make sure that any incidents were covered up or forgotten.
This evening the middle aged, though she looked in her early twenties, witch was headed into the local 7/11 to get herself a frozen drink. She was thinking the blue manatee flavor but she might change her mind if something else called to her. Her thoughts on what drink to get were interrupted when a woman bumped into her. Mia recognized the supernatural immediately and said, ""Hey, you look a bit like you could use a bite. Do you want me to help you find a place where you can get what you need hun?""
Ghost jumped slightly almost dropping her iPod nano. But turned to face the woman, she managed a weak smile despite her semi noticeable eye bags. ""I'm actually craving some junk food thank you though"" her voice cracked slightly this'd been the first time she'd been out for weeks. Despite this being her first legit hard breakup. Ghost was quick to go for a box of Gushers, a bunch of other favorite snacks. And was planning to get a sandwich from the Subway that was in the gas station a decent step up from all the pizza she'd ordered. ""Ah crap my bad you're Mia right?"" ""I think I got a few healing crystals from your shop two weeks ago."" She turned back to the redhead finding her to be quite pretty but honestly was too shy to attempt a friendship. Even with her semi platform boots making her at least 6ft she was also pretty insecure, and worried her modifications would scare others off."
445,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-25T22:01:00,Ysolde,"Mia double checked her senses and found they were a bit mixed on whether or not the supernatural in front of her was a ghost or a vampire. Either way she was relatively sure that junk food would not be the best food for whichever supernatural type the woman was. Then she mentioned coming into the shop and Mia remembered that this girl was a hybrid. The store had extra runes to help mia with detections but all she'd really remembered was the hybrid nature and less the face.
She smiled up at the taller girl, Mia's own five and a half foot frame meaning she had to back up a bit so that she'd be looking more at Ghost's eyes and not her lovely breasts. Mia herself, who was quite endowed in that department, never enjoyed when people stared at hers so she tried to give other people the same courtesy. ""That's me!""
She gave Ghost a bright smile and said, ""I have some blood charms too. Those will let you eat the junk food and it will be somewhat more like what a vampire needs to sustain themselves. If you'll just let me get one of those blue rockberry Slurpee's we can head over that way and I can hook you up with one."" Another smile and she held out a hand. Mia didn't know what was going on with the tall and pretty girl but she always helped the community and the girl looked like she needed a friend. Okay, so she also looked hot too, but that was beside the point right?"
446,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-26T06:07:00,XxGhostxX,"She nodded hesitantly after paying for the food and placing it in her mini backpack. Soon taking the other's hand feeling a bit better about not being home alone that night. ""I mostly eat junk food rarely ever blood"" Ghost confessed with a slight laugh her fangs showing a bit. ""I'm vegan for the most part so it isn't my favorite part of consumption."" She'd always been the 'black sheep' of sorts in her family. Everyone else had to have their blood she did end up finding some vegan substitute for it but since her depressive state she'd only had the energy and for cravings for junk food."
447,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-27T07:39:00,Ysolde,"Mia gave the taller girl another smile and said, ""We should rectify that.."" She picked up various items along with her Sulrpee and checked out. She didn't let go of Ghost's hand, something was telling her the girl needed someone and Mia was happy to be that someone. She took the girl through the store, checked out, then left. She gently tugged the other woman's hand again and added, ""Come on, I make a really good chick pea curry and I think you could use some company for a bit. Come over, have some dinner, and talk a bit?""
She looked up at the other girl with a determined expression. Mia was not really going to let ghost say no. Nope, a witch trusted her intuitions and Mia was sure she should be helping the pretty girl. Okay, so some little part of her was clearly intrigued by the tall pretty girl but that was mostly beside the point. Mostly...."
448,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-02-27T16:20:00,XxGhostxX,"Ghost's heart picked up suddenly at the thought of being alone with the girl ""That does sound good I love chick peas."" She ran her free hand through her dyed neon blue and black hair. Ghost just hoped that she didn't end up spilling her pain all over the kind witch lady. Not wanting to drive her away too, the thought made Ghost's stomach knot up all of a sudden and it was enough to make her cry right then and there. CJ really hurt her all because he couldn't tell her the truth. She found herself dissociate as she walked with the girl."
449,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-02T03:17:00,Ysolde,"Mia grinned at the taller woman as she played with a strand of her own vibrant red hair and gave her a saucy look with her green eyes. ""Alrighty then, I'll show you how they make it in Glasgow."" She laughed a bit because curry was not traditionally a Scottish dish but with the introduction from India into the UK it was pretty well known in the area if rather less spicy than the Indian people would make it.
She walked her new friend to her shop and opened the door near it that led up to her flat. The stairs were narrow and high and the place was barely more than a studio apartment with a small area up a ladder with her bed and the like. She closed her door and moved to the kitchen where she started making the curry. ""So, how were the crystals you bought? Any help in providing some warmth?"" She was curious and wanted to help."
450,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-02T05:14:00,XxGhostxX,"Ghost looked around curiously it was a lot smaller than her place. But it looked cozy enough ""Hm?"" ""Yea they helped some I keep them at my bedside every night"" she explained and paused to stretch a bit. Then proceeded to walk around a bit taking in more of the new place. She didn't often go to friend's places much so she was pretty intrigued."
451,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-02T18:02:00,Ysolde,"Mia nodded and continued to work on the curry. ""Go ahead and sit where you like. The couch may be ugly but everyone says it's comfy."" The green thing was a bit of an eyesore from the 1950's but the pillows were fluffy and it was long enough for even a six foot person to fully stretch out on it. The TV in front of it was a much more modern flat screen and the table by the side had a remote and two Xbox controllers on it.
Mia talked a bit about the local community, ""Those were cat and were wolf clans really need to start getting along I tell you. You know one of the wolves had a cat up a phone pole nearly the whole day. She turned back to human on top of the pole and I had to come in and do some memory spells on the humans. It's like I know, I know you're cats and dogs but get over yourselves already!""
She came back over to the couch with two bowls and sat right next to Ghost. ""here you are a nice vegan curry with a bit of spell work so that it will get your blood count up. Even vegan vampires need some heme."""
452,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-04T03:46:00,XxGhostxX,Ghost's eyes lit up immediately as she took the bowl into her hands. The scent made her fangs grow hungrily it took everything in her to not devour it all in one go. She let it cool a bit before tasting it and hungrily downed almost half of it despite her throat burning. Her eyes shown excitedly loving the flavor and the way it made her body and heart feel. It was a nice sensation that almost immediately put her at ease.
453,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-05T04:21:00,Ysolde,"Mia watched her new friend eat and began talking a bit more to her, ""So, what do you do? You know that I have my shop and help out the community around here. I'd like to get to know a bit more about you if that's okay?"" She gave her a smile and a gentle nudge while she flipped the TV onto a music channel letting it play some soft tunes.
Mia ate her food and did her best to get to know more about Ghost. Mia was just that sort of person she liked to know people and wanted to help everyone. In this case she was also trying to see if she and Ghost might be a good match or not as well as the rest. Mia was also a very good multitasker."
454,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-05T07:16:00,XxGhostxX,"She nodded and paused a bit from her food. ""I'm a lead vocalist for Undead Storm and tattoo apprentice."" ""I work part time at Hot Topic and sell art on the side"" ""And when I have the motivation and time I often cosplay"" Ghost told her a bit shyly as her family was never supportive of her talents or passions. This making her insecure into her adulthood she quietly went back to eating carefully."
455,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-10T01:37:00,Ysolde,"“Undead Storm? You mostly play in the vampire bars right? I keep meaning to go but I’m usually on a case” She giggles and adds, “I have some garage labels someone gave me. Your voice is pretty amazing.”
She ate a few more bites and looked at Ghost remembering the haunting melodies. “I cosplay myself sometimes. Usually I go with Lord of the Rings or fantasy. It’s easy to do a witch look.”
She grinned and winked at Ghost."
456,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-10T05:10:00,XxGhostxX,"She nodded before blushing a bit at the compliment. ""I'm more of an anime dork myself just not DBZ though I think it's cool. Just not my style"" Ghost added finishing her meal feeling quite satisfied."
457,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-12T05:33:00,Ysolde,"Mia gave a smile and said, ""Oh no DBZ for me and no hentai tentacles either. I do like Magical Girl stuff though and a bunch of other stuff maybe we have some in common? I recently saw an old one from the late 90's called Bubblegum Crisis. It was girls in mechs against cyborgs. It was neat if a bit old school art wise.""
She picked up the dishes and began washing them in her sink. She then set them on a drainer and sat back down on the couch, ""So, did you want to stay and talk a bit more? I've got an hour or two before I have to pop into bed and get some sleep."" She grinned again and winked coyly."
458,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-14T11:46:00,XxGhostxX,"She became intrigued at the mention of such anime. And nodded before fidgeting at the other's gesture. ""Sure I can stay I'd love to. It's uh- been... pretty hard for me lately so I could use a friend."" Ghost let out softly"
459,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-16T03:02:00,Ysolde,"Mia put on a playlist, for now it was soft Jazz the brassy trumpet playing a soothing melody in the background with strings behind it. The witch sat with her new friend and let herself relax. ""Good, I was hoping you might stay a bit longer so we could become friends."" She leaned back on her couch and looked up at her ceiling.
""Oh speaking of Anime do you belong to the club in town? The University Club is showing some episodes of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid this weekend if you'd like to go take a look?"""
460,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-17T07:34:00,XxGhostxX,"Ghost nodding having some of her strawberry milk she had bought. Before tilting her head curiously at the anime mention. ""Huh I've heard of it I'll definitely look into it. Sounds cute"" she hummed."
461,Ghost finds herself again (MC meets YC ),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/ghost-finds-herself-again-mc-meets-yc.24280/,2022-03-27T20:16:00,Ysolde,"Mia chatted with ghost for a little while longer. Soon enough it was getting late and she found herself yawning. She pulled out her phone and gestured towards her new friend. ""Let's trade numbers and we can text. Maybe next time we can go out somewhere and do something? Do you like dancing?""
She grinned and made sure to text a smiley emoji before Ghost left and gave her a saucy wink before the girl left. Once that was done Mia got herself ready for bed and fell asleep. She hoped Ghost would text her but she'd check in on the cute goth girl later and invite her out dancing or something. Nothing big but she was always happy to give dating another shot."
462,Goldie Gold and Action Jack: Snowbound (also FxF),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/goldie-gold-and-action-jack-snowbound-also-fxf.25600/,2022-10-30T21:07:00,Silver Lining,"Goldie Gold, the world's richest girl, and Action Jack (Jacqueline) daredevil reporter for Goldie's newspaper, the Gold Street Journal. By air, by sea, by the seat of their pants... They travel the world in search of adventure! Goldie Gold and Action Jack.
Goldie woke up that December morning not knowing what to expect. All the adventures she'd had with the one person who was pretty much her other traveling companion, next to her cocker spaniel, Nugget, all the closeness, and still the woman of Goldie's dreams, was still just that. A dream.
Jacqueline Travis, who she always called either Action Jack for her daredevil ways of getting them out of scrapes that usually Goldie got them in (which nine times out of ten wasn't ENTIRELY her fault) or just Jack, had always been there for her... Like a best friend. Sometimes, especially lately, Goldie wanted more. Neither would say anything, keeping the relationship platonic.
Right now, though, Goldie woke up, stretched, and thought about breakfast. Her huge mansion outside a major metropolitan seaport, seemed unusually empty and lonely, but Goldie knew that was going to change. She got out of bed, almost stepping on her poor dog, (who yelped while getting out of the way), and into her indoor slip on sandals, wrapped a robe around her nightgown and ventured onto her veranda. With a sigh, she looked out over the countryside just as the first rays of the morning sun came up. With a smile, she said to her faithful pet, ""Well, Nugget, we can't just admire the scenery all day, much as we'd love to, we have to get things ready for the business dinner tonight. Even with the help, I can't expect them to do it all.""
She went to the shower and as the water ran over her body, she sangI'm Walking on Sunshinein a beautiful soprano. Too bad her only audience was the cocker spaniel, because it was obvious who she was thinking about, and singing for... One Jacqueline ""Jack"" Travis.
After her shower, and walking Nugget, she went to the kitchen to help, but was chased out by the head Chef, with a serving spoon, waving it aggressively at her. ""Ah tol' ya b'for, Miss Goldie... Ah doan care how good a cookie ya are! Too many cooks spoil the broth! Literally!""
Sighing, Goldie got in her car, with Nugget hopping in and wagging his tail, eager for the ride into the city and to the offices of Goldie's paper that she inherited from her dad, The Gold Street Journal. ""Okay, Nugget, you can come, but you know you have to be on a leash when we enter the building, and you know you have to mind. I'm going to make sure that the reporterI want will be covering the business dinner."" Two barks. ""Of course that's Jacqueline Travis! Who else?"" She sighed as she squeezed her legs together and closed her eyes. ""I really need to tell her I love her... And more than just platonically."" With another sigh, she started the car and was off for downtown.
My character, Goldwyn ""Goldie"" Gold.
The car, my character (and Nugget) and original Jack. Gender switch for this RP, it's AU.
"
463,"""Gone with the Wind.""",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/gone-with-the-wind.17421/,2020-07-14T02:36:00,Wisteria Vortex,"Dainty cream colored fingers carefully grazed against the meadow lush green ground bedding tenderly.
Crimson gold/chocolate embroidery ends of her spring green victorian nightdress, bell bottoming from her wrist onward past her dainy cream hands. Easily catching endless dew droplets from the grass, shimmering in the moon light.
Light hazel orbs gazed longingly into the night sky above her on the meadow ground floor.
Surrounded by long blades of grass and goregous flower beds of tulips and lilies. Steady blushes of pink painting itself across her creamy cheeks upon her soft featured face as the wind howled by through the meadows back up into the starry night sky.
Her creamy bountiful mounds somehow held in place from bursting free of her dress. Steadily so more and amongest her clevage and breasts painted delicately also as the wind hit them as well. The dress ending just at her upper thick creamy toned thighs. Also flushed in blushes the wind steadily helped painting her sensitive areas in again and again.
Though peitite in height. A mere five foot two, she made up for it in her curaviously thick and immaculate busty figure. A complete contradiction from her sweet and shy airy personality. A thing of sultry seductive sin in looks- a curse in her book.
Though being unforatunte with a set of beautiful racks, her set of massive creamy assets were on a whole other level entirely. Sworing it had it's own field of gravity. Another curse upon her plate, a swift double edge sword even.
Whismcaly gazing and tracing stars out tonight. Her orbs were defined by elongated brown eyelashes that fluttered in curious wake to the serenity calmness of mother nature this starry clear night.
Slight shifting as she let out a mumur to herself. Gracefully somehow doing a single barrell roll back upon her backside once more. Her being graced with the scent of the meadows grass and earth alongside her own soft sweet natural scent.
Greeted indefintely this time more so into the tulip bedding as they framed around her figure alongside the long blades of endless spring green grass. Long chocolate wavy locks of hair, splayed out indefinitely amongst many tulips. Framing yet displaying her soft featured face.
A dash of blush pink brisked across her cheeks, along her small cute button nose. Supple full pink lips pursed in a pout as her whispered out to herself. Her voice. Sweet yet so soft and airy like a melody.
""How I envy you meadows. To truly be apart and one with nature instead of a just a mere being living in it. Whether mortal or immortal. It need not matter either or.""
Delicately clipping off a beautiful large ivory pink tulip and placing it just at her nose. Taking in a deep breath as a very pure and genuine smile grew upon her face. The blush stained on her cheeks becoming deeper as she whispered out again in talk.
""But at least. I may find peace and everlasting comfort within simple mediation in amongst such.""
""May my ancestories scorn and ridicule me for desiring the wonders of the afterlife in combining with nature than living in it. Funny how they long and crave to be in my state in the afterlife...yet I long so dearly to be in their place...instead.""
{{Muse: Viola relaxing in some meadows deep in the mountains of an area she was traveling in. As she has been traveling across countrysides just to see and experience different regions nature. Open simple banter roleplay. }}"
464,H e l p,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/h-e-l-p.19191/,2020-11-27T21:43:00,HeyImLate,"""There's something down there, something that will cause trouble. I'm not the hero type, but someone has to investigate""
+ = Yes × = No
Literate
Multiple Paragraphs
Gore
+/× NSFW
× Bondage
Multiple Characters
Horror Themes
× Slice of Life
Activity
Romance
Good ideas
Realism
Anthropomorphic
+ Death
Message with starter of some kind
"
465,H e l p,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/h-e-l-p.19191/,2020-11-30T04:38:00,HeyImLate,Bump
466,Halloween One-Shot: Come Fly With Me? (FxF),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/halloween-one-shot-come-fly-with-me-fxf.26171/,2022-10-09T22:54:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Gwynedd Llewellyn (Gwen to the few friends she had) was the sort of girl who didn't fit in well. It had been on her report cards all through school and now she was at university she was still finding it hard to make friends. Being gay probably didn't help - especially coming out to her small circle of friends at middle school. That stigma had followed her to high school, but now she was in a new city, living in a student residence, and had already joined the LGBTQI+ society.
It didn't cure her shyness around new people, of course, but she was getting over it.
She'd seen the girl of her dreams a few times. Popular, always surrounded by friends, always busy dong one thing or another. They actually shared a computer class together although it seemed they were on different majors. Gwen had tried several times to talk to this girl but so far she'd managed to get as far as make eye contact across a crowded room and exchange a smile twice, wave once and say ""Hi, um...?"" once before the other was whisked away by an insistent groupie.
Not today though. Today Gwen had a plan. Tomorrow would be all saints day, the First of November, the date on the Christian calender that celebrated ""all those who have died in Christ"". Not that Gwen believed in any such nonsense, fr from it. The day Of The Dead, it was, in Latin America. But that would be tomorrow. Which made today the eve of All Saints Day. All Hallows Eve.
Halloween, to use the present day term.
Gwen had to wait for today for the plan to work. The little potion she'd brewed up was not a love potion - such things were not exactly against the rules, and they did work, to an extent, but they always wore off and anyway Gwen wanted this girl to love her for who she was, not because she put a spell on her. No, the potion was called ""Heart Alone"" and while not being a particular fan of rock music, Gwen had been forced to listen to that particular song while preparing the potion. She was certain this was a sick joke by the aunt who passed her the spell book, because how had the spell worked before 1987?
But the spell book said that she needed to sing the line ""How do I get you alone?"" at the top of her voice while stirring the brew and thinking about the one she wanted to isolate...
Computer lab was the last class of the day this Monday, and Gwen had the rather odd liquid in a perfume spray bottle in her bag. As usual the girl who's name she had never been able to find out was surrounded by boys and girls. Gwen managed to get to within arms length, but there was no way she was going to be able to sit near her dream girl. She fished the atomizer out of her back and squirted it in the air above the girl's head, then moved away before anyone noticed.
After class she packed her things away and noticed that her dream-girl was also still there, but almost everyone else had left.It worked! At last!Well Gwen assumed the spell had worked, if it hadn't it was a remarkable coincidence. She quickly put everything away and trotted over. ""Hi. I'm Gwynedd Llewellyn. Friends call me Gwen. And yes, my ancestors are Welsh."" She pronounced her nameGeeuneth Thclewellun. A cute blush touched her cheeks. ""I've been trying to talk to you since I first saw you at the gay-soc meeting six weeks ago, but you're always too busy. Anyway, I've got something to show you, I hope youl like it. You aren't afraid of heights are you?"""
467,"Have Ink, Will Sling. (Chrystal Dark & Chartreux)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/have-ink-will-sling-chrystal-dark-chartreux.24025/,2022-01-05T22:41:00,Chartreux,"It was ten-forty-five at night and business was slow on the street.
While the spring-hinged outer and inner gates were magnetically locked, the front door was propped open. Two security cameras, one which was hidden, kept a record of people that came into the shop. No one was allowed to pass through the inner gate without stopping to have the image of their naked face recorded on the camera. There were three silent alarm switches, cunningly disguised that could easily be activated. Then there were the stickers in the window and the sign that announced that there was a security camera system and an alarm system. This gave Scarlet some sense of security, in that it be something of a deterent to things going badly or that if she did get herself killed that whoever did it would likely get caught.
'It's too damn hot for this time of the night', thought Scarlet, trying to relax in the storefront of her shop, ""Eenc-Sleengers Tattoo Parlor"". Mike, the other artist that worked in her shop was out of town on a family emergency. She'd considered closing down her parlor while he was gone but there was the rent to pay as well as other bills, like fixing the air conditioning. Right now, the only relief Scarlet had were the three oscillating fans (two fixed in two of the room's upper corners and one on a portable stand).
""Dumb Bitch,"" Scarlet called to her re-named smart speaker, ""play songs by Santana."" A few seconds later and the sound system began to play, 'Smooth', loud enough to comfortably fill the shop and spill out a little onto the sidewalk, but not so loud that she'd have to shout if people came inside to talk.
Under an open short red satin robe, the dirty-blonde haired woman was dressed in a black bikini bra, a lightweight black skirt that stopped at the top of her knees and black low-heeled leather sandals. A person looking in through the shop window would see that her face was one of the few places where she was not inked. In the little kitchenette chair, next to the tiny coffee table, she stretched out her trim, five foot six inch frame. She twisted the top off of a bottle of iced coffee and took a sip.
Maybe she would close up for the night, soon? If a customer did show up, unless they insisted on getting inked tonight, Scarlet would probably ask them to come back tomorrow...."
468,"Have Ink, Will Sling. (Chrystal Dark & Chartreux)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/have-ink-will-sling-chrystal-dark-chartreux.24025/,2022-01-07T02:02:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Standing outside a Tattoo Shop was not exactly the sort of place Millicent O'Roarke wanted to be seen. If word got back to her ultra-conservative parents that she was""wasting money on filth like that"" she would be out on her ear. In truth she was saving up for a deposit on a place of her own, but at 21, with a low paying clerical job at some local government office that she didn't even know what it did, she wasn't exactly rolling in it.
And quite honestly she was fed up of her ""Goody-two-shoes"" image. She was also fed up with being carded at every place she went to. Her mother told her she was lucky to look young still and to hold on to her good looks as log as she could, or at least until she found the right man and got married. ""The moment you get pregnant is the moment you loose your prettiness,"" her mother told her.
Fat chance of that...
But at 4'11¾"" in her bare feet, she was probably going to get carded when she was old and wrinkly. She didn't like the taste of beer, and anyway, going to a bar always ended up with her getting chatted up by some sleazy guy or other. She'd pepper-sprayed more than one who wouldn't take no for an answer.
And so here she was, glancing around nervously in case anyone saw her. She sighed and tipped the last liquid from her Coke can into her mouth then dropped it in a nearby bin. She screwed up her courage and pushed the door open, stepping inside, doing something bold and daring, something for herself, and something her parents would definitelynot approve of, for the first time in her life.
Glancing around the shop she lost her nerve and almost turned to go, until a picture on the wall caught her eye. ""Gnnnf!"" Was all she managed to say out loud, feeling her face go bright pink from her scalp to her nipples. Did she dare? The price tag against the full colour drawing was less that her upper limit, so she would have enough left to get her ears pierced as well, and maybe get a more subtle and less ... erotic ... tattoo somewhere she would be more willing to show people.
She bit her lip and nodded to herself. It would most definitely get her thrown out of her home if mom and da found out, and she would have to be careful about her sisters too, because Siobhan was sure to tattle if she saw it. But Lisa had made her mind up.
And then she lost her nerve again as a heavily tattooed woman appeared and asked for her ID, pointing at the age restriction sign. She sighed and almost turned and left, but something in her soul solidified and refused to let her run. Instead she pulled out her driver's licence from her purse. ""Here. I know I look like I'm 14 or something. I'm not, honest. ... It's fine I'm used to it. And... uh... I'd like that one...!
She pointed at the picture. ""Just here?"" her hand drew an ellipse on the outside of her right thigh."
469,"Have Ink, Will Sling. (Chrystal Dark & Chartreux)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/have-ink-will-sling-chrystal-dark-chartreux.24025/,2022-01-07T06:17:00,Chartreux,"About a minute after that first sip of iced coffee, a smallish young girl walked up and stood outside the first gate. Scarlet would make a point of carding her to check her age but the night had been so uneventful that, just for some company, the artist buzzed the outer gate and allowed the girl inside.
Once the young woman had entered, the artist sensed that the woman seemed conflicted. Scarlet watched her eyes scan the art examples, to perhaps see if anything 'spoke' to her. Then the woman made a kind of small and involuntary sound. Scarlet had heard such surprised little exclamations from young men and young women before. Scarlet's eyes quickly followed the young woman's gaze and the artist knew what kind of art the younger woman was looking at... and was more than a little surprised. However, Scarlet forced herself to act like a professional, just in case this was a government 'sting operation'.
Scarlet feigned a little cough to get the customer's attention and the girl gave a little jump before Scarlet asked to see her identification.
""Here."" said the girl, handing Scarlet a driver's license. Scarlet accepted the I.D. and quickly studied it along with the customer. It looked legitimate and everything seemed okay, except the girl's nerves as it was clear the customer was well outside of her 'comfort zone'. Scarlet decided that everything was legally okay. Her name was Millicent.
""I know I look like I'm 14 or something,"" Millicent tried to explain. ""I'm not, honest.""
""I believe you,"" Scarlet answered as the artist gave back the license.
""It's fine I'm used to it,"" the girl continued just a little bit nervously. Then she began to speak again and eventually found her voice, ""And... uh... I'd like that one...!"" Millicent pointed to a photo of a tattoo, where two pretty and naked women embraced and kissed each other.
Scarlet nodded and answered, ""Nice choice. It's one of my favorites."" Millicent's choice of location wasn't a bad one either. The girl would certainly be feeling the high speed needle but that section of the thigh wasn't nearly as sensitive as some places where Scarlet had inked her canvasses. There was the matter of how much time it would take. Scarlet could pump herself up with caffeine and maybe she'd just be able to 'become one with the needles' but it wasn't worth risking doing a crappy job to imagine that she'd 'find the zone' this late at night, even if Millicent changed her mind.
""I can see that this is important to you,"" said Scarlet. ""I want to do this for you but it's a bit late to get started on a six hour tattoo, tonight."" Scarlet then looked Millicent in the eyes. ""Something as important as a first tattoo tells me that I shouldn't try to do it when I might normally want to be sleeping."" Scarlet smiled. Then, realizing that she really didn't want to go back to her empty apartment just yet, she asked Millicent, ""Would you like to come with me to the diner, down the street, tonight? We can set up an appointment for you and you can ask me your questions over coffee and pie, yes?""
If Scarlet was honest with herself, Millicent's choice of the subject matter for the tattoo was bold and a little intriguing to the artist."
470,"Have Ink, Will Sling. (Chrystal Dark & Chartreux)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/have-ink-will-sling-chrystal-dark-chartreux.24025/,2022-02-03T12:05:00,Chrystal Dark,"The look on Lisa's face fell, rather like (to quote the late, great Douglas Adams) 'That crashing trick that icebergs do so spectacularly in the spring.'
""Oh... Um well I s'pose it is a bit late...""What time is it anyway? The mousy young woman glanced around and spotted a clock on the wall. ""E- eleven? Huh. Well I admit I was surprised you're still open."" She sighed. Then blinked at the accurate guess about this being her first ever tattoo. About to ask a dumb question, she she stopped herself in time.She's used to seeing people who haven't had one before, she pan probably tell a first timer by the amount of time it takes them to pluck up the courage to open that door...!
An odd and fleeting expression crossed the tattooists face, too fast for Lisa to catch, and then the petite young woman's mouth almost dropped open in surprise.Did she just ask me out?
Lisa blinked a few times and glanced at the clock again, flicked a strand of hair out of her face, and realised she was blushing.
""Um... Okay, sure, although I'll pass on the pie, I've just eaten..."" She put a hand on her belly, that was still feeling full from the impressive three-course meal the department had laid on to celebrate someone doing something important somehow. ""Um, by the way, I go by Lisa when I can get people to call me that. Or Leece. Only my grandparents and kid brother call me 'Milly', and he only does it to annoy me.""
She paused and followed the tattooist from the shop, as she locked it up. ""Okay, lead on."""
471,Hidden Amongst the Woods,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hidden-amongst-the-woods.23529/,2021-11-06T07:05:00,Cynisca,"Many lifetimes ago, magic existed freely in the world. Magic had always found places it was strongest, places of power, but magic had also flowed freely through the world . Once, it was as if magic was in the very air one breathed, existing as ambient magic. But humankind grew greedy and sought to control what was a free-willed thing. When mankind realized magic could not survive on a leash, they began persecuting those who wielded it freely. Magic retreated into safe havens throughout the world, the ambient magic slowly dying out. With magic gone, mankind descended into cruelty, and the world broke. War broke out, crops began to die, and the world began to warm. Without magic to calm, encourage fertility, or spread peace, the world began to fail.
Princess Ayla loved slipping past her Watchers to sneak outside the haven and explore the woods nearby. Everything about the world outside their gate was so different it fascinated her. Sure, the lack of magic was nearly stifling, but her interest in the world outside overpowered the repressing absence. As she slipped through the gates hidden amongst tall bushes, she slipped off her gold-leaf encrusted tiara, stashing it on a stump nearby. Ayla liked to feel as free as possible when she explored and even traded usual garb embedded with complex floral and greenery patterns for a simple,white dress. The dress was light and let her move freely as she nearly danced barefoot through the silent forest.
Her clan was secluded in a wood so thick, the wind barely penetrated the dense trees. They lived far from any human civilization, and in a grove of bushes and trees, sat beautiful,heavy doors. The doors only appeared to those accepted by the magical people as their own, which was why the clan had stayed hidden for so long. Even the odd explorer could look upon them and only see tree branches twisted at odd angles. Ayla's home was perfectly locked away from the world. Countless generations had passed since magic had retreated, and mankind lost its memory of the true magic in the world. Additionally, her own people forgot mankind's ways. Both races had truly separated when once they were an intricately merged society, thriving with invigorating ideas and equality amongst magic-wielders and genders. Each separate culture adopted its own traditions. While the clan hidden amongst the forest maintained their rituals honoring the earth, mankind found escape in worshiping a God that would persecute them as Pagans. The world slowly became more and more divided, and the ambient magic retreated to the safety of hidden wells throughout the world.
Straying further from her home than she normally did, Ayla found herself lost in the hum of the forest. She felt light and carefree as she strolled through the woods. At one point, Ayla bent and made herself a dainty little flower crown with wild purple flowers that dotted the forest floor. The crown felt much lighter than the one she had left behind. Grinning, she continued her stroll until she heard whines of a distressed animal. Ayla's face fell, and she hurried to the creature nearby. A small deer lay with her leg at an odd angle, clearly broken.""Oh, you sweet thing. Hush now.""Kneeling, Ayla pressed a hand to the deer's head, comfort extending from her hand as she reached the other hand to the broken leg. Warmth traveled from her hand, and a few cracks were audible as the break began to mend itself at a rapid pace. It wasn't a painless process to heal a wound, but Ayla's comfort allowed the best to rest while it repaired itself.""There you are, all better now."" She smiled, sitting back on her knees as her voice softly comforted the creature.
YC is some type of diplomat/royal who is burdened by the world's descent into division and madness. One day, he happens upon MC, a light-hearted young woman, nieve to man's ways. Captivated by her sight, and healing touch, YC abducts her as a means to an end. As an empath, she can be an incredible aid. Then, there is the benefit of a woman he is beyond attracted to.
YC is a royal/diplomat still troubled by the world's issues, but together they go on a quest to untap the world's wells and restore ambient magic.
Of course, we can always pursue both options simultaneously."
472,Hidden from the Dragon,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hidden-from-the-dragon.23860/,2021-12-16T02:21:00,NightRose90,"The Land of Eterrand is a beautiful world ruled by Dragons that are able to assume a human form to interact with the other races.
Every 50 years there’s a tournament to decide which dragons will sit on the 20 Council seats
At birth each Dragon is born with a mate mark. Multiple mating marks, up to 4 can happen but they are rare. The more marks the less likely it is to happen.
a Dragon’s mate mark can appear on the other races as well (Fey, Elven, Human, Arachni). At birth the Mate marked children of the other races are taken from their mothers and given to the High Council until they come of age and are delivered to their mate’s family.
Clothing in the Draconic culture has to be tailored to the individual as the mating mark must be visible at all times
Shavaris: an elven maid of low birth, Shavaris has hidden her mark her entire life and though she knows she is risking the wrath of the Council she remains hidden well after her mother’s death. That is until a Council Lord pays an unexpected to visit to the Elven Lord that Shari works for with the intent of searching for his mate."
473,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-16T21:50:00,TheWanderers,"Information: An older, single mother has an affair with her daughters friend. Looking for: The Older, Single Mother (40+), multi-para poster. PM if curious/questions. All characters are 18+
How did it come to this? That was the thought in Andrews head as he thrust into Mrs. Smith. She was bent over her bed, her own panties stuffed in her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist. Andrews jeans were down around his ankles, his buttocks clenching together with every thrust he made into Mrs. Smith's pussy. They were in her bedroom, of course, the door cracked open so they could hear anyone coming up the stairs. He held her arms by her elbows, her arms extending behind her to put more weight on his cock where it thrust into her pussy. ""Oh yeah...I'm gonna cum real soon."" He moans down to her.
It was how they fucked, sneaking around whenever he came over to hang out with Sarah (her daughter) and friends. At 21 years old, Andrew had known Sarah and her single mother for years. They were close friends - had even had sex once but decided they were better friends despite how good it had been - and since he lived in the same town, he was a frequent visitor even when Sarah wasn't home. Especially now that he was secretly 'dating' her mother. He had free reign in the house and the girls never seemed to mind him disappearing for half an hour or more.
He had always been cordial with Mrs Smith, giving her his attention whenever he was over. He'd had plenty of conversations with her and the flirting had started. He always hugged her tightly, bringing her body closely against his own, hands roaming to the point of being nearly inappropriate. She had gone through a bitter divorce, so he knew she liked the small things like that of course. Over the years, their bond had grown deeper and stronger.
And how had it come to this, sneaking around behind her daughters back to have sex with each other? Well, it had happened that one, specific night where Mrs. Smith was anxious, having finally put herself out there on a dating sight. Andrew and a few other college friends were over and he had noticed her anxiety, her pacing. The lingerie had been the easy part for her to pick out of course - that itch she had been feeling was finally going to get scratched and she was going to have sex with a new man for the first time in over 20 years. But what dress to wear?
Andrew had gone upstairs to check on her, having noticed the hour, and was more than happy to help her decide on a dress. He had made a move on her then and despite her initial hesitancy, she gave in. He soon had her on her back, legs spread as he plowed into her for the first time. He made love to her for the very first time as her daughter and his friends were downstairs watching a movie. And it was only the first of many time."
474,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-18T17:30:00,BetterinBlue,"How did it come to this? It was inevitable really, Angela decides as she bites down on her panties, feeling the cock pumping into her, the weight upon her back pinning her into the bed. It was inevitable that a job like hers would require an outlet of some kind or other, some unhealthy habit to help her Forget. She closes her eyes, feeling her toes curling as Andrew presses deep into her, his cock striking her in all the ways that Derek and Clive had never managed, even when they were bright eyed young studs in their prime. Derek hadn’t been able to handle the absences, the time away from home on this or that posting. He hadn’t been able to cope with his wife being home for three months of the year... and he’d always had a taste for younger women than himself anyway. Perhaps he’d been threatened.
There was quite a bit of Angela to be threatened by after all, a life spent undergoing rigorous Air Force pilot’s PT had kept her sleek and trim with pert breasts and a tight ass, and Sarah hadn’t hurt matters a bit. Her long blonde hair was still bright and lustrous and her blue eyes were still bright and daring ‘fuck me‘ eyes. Angela had gone straight back into the air, flying strategic missions this time, flying drones out of a local airforce base. This had given her more time at home, and more time with Derek, more time to see his infidelity and more time to decide that her pride and her daughter meant more to her than some shitty man, and so she got out.
Clive had been a mistake. At First it had been fine, for Clive was a cop and he had ignited some of the old fires. He’d been daring and interesting and far better in many ways than Derek. Yet he had also been worse in quite a few others. He knew what he wanted and he was assertive, incredibly so. Whilst at first that had been fun, it had rapidly become degrading, especially when she started noticing how he started looking at her now teenage daughter... so he’d had to go. No amount of sex, however good, was worth that.
Yet now, her hand is snatching backward to grasp at Andrew’s ass, holding him as she lets out another hungry moan of pleasure. The room is thick with the smell of their lovemaking... no, not lovemaking, their fucking, their hard unflinching rutting, and it is good. So unbelievably, sinfully good. “You are The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life.” Angela hisses as she spits her panties out, her voice low and throaty as she feels the orgasm coming. “But... I don’t want to stop making it.”
How did it come to this?
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Nerves are not an emotion that Angela, callsign “Stone Cold” is accustomed to. She’s used to being the one in control, smiling and confident as the world around her goes to shit. She’s used to being the one who calls the shots and directs the show, yet now... now she’s struggling to pick out what to wear. The black chiffon or the red silk. Red silk is more alluring, clinging to her skin and showing her curves off in all the right ways, yet the black is lacy and easier to remove... and good god does she need it removing.
Angela is nervous but she’s also painfully, gut wrenching lay, angrily horny. She needs to get laid, needs to get dicked in the very worst possible way. She’s sure that her daughters friends had picked up on it when she’d swung by to say hello. She can hear her daughter down below, laughing and joking with her friends and she takes a deep breath, trying not to think about how they might satiate the fire burning in her loins far better than the bank manager she has lined up for her date tonight. She can’t do that, she just can’t. They’re young and she’s not, though that Isn’t an easy realisation to accept, amd getting involved with any one of them would be an unpleasant, career ending nightmare.
Angela hisses put a sigh of irritation, glancing at herself in the mirror, still clad in her lacy black fuck me underwear, the push up bra intending to show off her assets in the worst way. There comes a knock at the door, and Angela is saying “Come in” before she remembers that her daughter is not the only one in the house.
Angela is an impressive sight, with legs which go on for days and a pert, muscled behind. Her body is tight, conditioned by a life spent under ruthless Air Force phys Ed programmes, without an ounce of excess fat upon her. Yet the true kicker are the wings tattooed down her shoulder blades, a legacy of a bad suggestion by an equally bad ex husband."
475,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-18T20:13:00,TheWanderers,"Andrew opened the door to her bedroom and stepped in, closing it behind him before turning to face her. His jaw dropped, staring at the MILF in her black, lacy underwear. He had long had a crush on her - Angela might have been his mothers age, but she had a fit, tight body and, well, she was a MILF. Over the last year or two, they had grown closer and closer, flirting more and more, his touch lingering. Seeing her like this, though - well, it was an even better sight than her in a bikini.
He shut his mouth and dry swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes glued to her body until she turned around, at which point he'd advert his gaze. Andrew was in jeans and a t-shirt himself, casual wear for a casual night. The dark haired boy of 20 had extricated himself from the gaggle of girls and the one other guy that was over, the small group watching a movie with Sarah, Angelas daughter.
""I'm so sorry, Mrs. Smith."" He says, always the polite one, always very formal. ""I was just coming to check on you as you seemed quite anxious earlier - I can leave if you like."""
476,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-18T21:26:00,BetterinBlue,"Angela clears her throat as she hears Andrew’s soft voice behind her, and her spine straightens. Of all the people to walk in on her changing like this, Andrew had been the worst. Andrew, the one who had been hugging her just a little bit too tight, his hands resting on her just a little too long. But then, she hadn’t exactly done a lot to dissuade him. Even then, she’d felt his hands on her and she’d let his hands move just a little over her, and she’d replied by moving her own hands over him in response. They’d all been very chaste and very tender, but they had still been very serious escalations over what she’d let anyone do to her except her husbands. She turns to look at him, seeing how his eyes are flicked away and so she smiles very faintly.
”You don’t have to avert your gaze... I’m decent.” She says, feeling a little self conscious. Her voice has a softer, more throaty note than she’s used to amd she clears her throat, relieved to hear her voice return to normal as she lifts the two dresses. “I actually wanted your feedback on something if I may...” She lifts the dresses, holding them up so he can see them. “I’m torn between these two dresses for ,y dinner date tonight And... well, which do you think looks better?” She asks, feeling a little self conscious. After all, both dresses are clearly sensual, sexy affairs designed with the idea of getting laid very clearly in mind... and she can almost imagine fingers already moving over her body to take them off."
477,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-19T01:39:00,TheWanderers,"Decent? If seeing your friends mother in her black, lace lingerie was decent...well, Andrew wasn't going to complain. He brought his eyes back to her body but kept them at a respectable level. Sarah would probably kill him if she found out he had seen her mother in such a state of undress.
Andrew took a few steps further into her room - glancing about casually - before examining the dresses. ""While I don't know what sort of date you're going on, I think the black dress matches better with what you've got on all ready. Why don't you try it on and we can see how it looks?"" He suggests, eyes peeking over her shoulder to look at her rear reflection in the full length mirror she was standing in front of."
478,How did it come to this? (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-m-for-f.17475/,2020-07-22T22:01:00,BetterinBlue,"Angela considers the two dresses for another moment and then she turns away from Andrew with a faint nod, considering for a moment. She can feel his eyes upon her and she takes a steadying breath, thinking about what she’s going to do. She can feel her own tension cracklong in her spine, her need to be had, to be taken bristling through her like a flame.
She has her back to him when she undoes her bra and slides it off, her shoulders, one hand covering her breasts whilst the other starts to hook the dress on... though she isn’t quite quick enough covering herself to stop Andrew from getting a look at those large but firm breasts with their brown nipples, already poking upward slightly as Angela picks up the black dress and slides it on, trying to ignore the way she can feel Andrew looking at her. “what do you think?” She asks softly after a moment, the dress still slightly undone, her breasts held in place with a whisper and a prayer."
479,How did it come to this? (v2),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/how-did-it-come-to-this-v2.17764/,2020-08-05T20:24:00,TheWanderers,"Information: An older, single mother has an affair with her daughters friend. Looking for: The Older, Single Mother (40+), multi-para poster. PM if curious/questions. Names are placeholders! If interested or unsure, please send me a PM first! All characters are 18+
How did it come to this? That was the thought in Andrews head as he thrust into Mrs. Smith. She was bent over her bed, her own panties stuffed in her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist. Andrews jeans were down around his ankles, his buttocks clenching together with every thrust he made into Mrs. Smith's pussy. They were in her bedroom, of course, the door cracked open so they could hear anyone coming up the stairs. He held her arms by her elbows, her arms extending behind her to put more weight on his cock where it thrust into her pussy. ""Oh yeah...I'm gonna cum real soon."" He moans down to her.
It was how they fucked, sneaking around whenever he came over to hang out with Sarah (her daughter) and friends. At 21 years old, Andrew had known Sarah and her single mother for years. They were close friends - had even had sex once but decided they were better friends despite how good it had been - and since he lived in the same town, he was a frequent visitor even when Sarah wasn't home. Especially now that he was secretly 'dating' her mother. He had free reign in the house and the girls never seemed to mind him disappearing for half an hour or more.
He had always been cordial with Mrs Smith, giving her his attention whenever he was over. He'd had plenty of conversations with her and the flirting had started. He always hugged her tightly, bringing her body closely against his own, hands roaming to the point of being nearly inappropriate. She had gone through a bitter divorce, so he knew she liked the small things like that of course. Over the years, their bond had grown deeper and stronger.
And how had it come to this, sneaking around behind her daughters back to have sex with each other? Well, it had happened that one, specific night....
=-=-=
Mrs. Smith was anxious, preparing for her first real date in years. She was deciding on a dress, knowing that if she wanted to get laid at the end of the night, she had to dress to inspire. But it had been forever since she had dated and it all made her nervous.
Andrew had noticed her anxiety and as Sarah and the other couple that was over settled down to watch a movie, he made his way upstairs to check on Mrs. Smith and to reassure her. The door was ajar and he spent a few moments spying on her, admiring her body with out her aware of his presence, before knocking on the door.
""Mrs. Smith...are you in there?"" He calls out softly."
480,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-01-01T19:55:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Hi, and thanks for your interest. Please read the following notes beforedeciding you want to post to this thread.
Genre: Low Fantasy, Humour.
Setting: March 2003 onward, Undisclosed location in the UEA, USAF Forward Airbase. Then Nellis AFB, NV
Your Character is a genie, who has been imprisoned in a lamp for a thousand years or two.
Notes:
I only do FxF. I prefer female players but I'll accept a male player on condition that your avatar isn't too macho.
Your character can be based as much as you like on the Genie from Aladdin, except that she is female, but if you have seen the TV show I Dream Of Jeannie, that is where I'm taking the inspiration from.
The Genie can choose her own name, but I think most genies are just called Genie (or a phonetic variant of the same).
There are a number of ways this could go:
Genie could be totally sub and do whatever her new mistress wants
Genie could be devious and only pretend to be sub, deliberately back-firing Toni's wishes.
Genie could be totally dominant, in an inversion of the trope, using her magic to impose her will on Toni.
Please let me know via PM how you would like to play this.
Flying out of an airbase in the United Arab Emirates, it was surreal to know that she was flying with a full load of live ordnance, and heading into a war zone, where people were actually killing each other. There were those who said they were doing the right thing for the wrong reasons, ten years too late, and Captain Toni Nelson was one of them. She hadn't been in the USAF in 1991 when the liberation of Kuwait began with operation Desert Shield, then went to Desert Storm and finally Desert Sword. She'd been 17 and still in high school, but with fifty hours flying under her belt already, she was well on her way to a pilot's licence and her intention to join the air force was unswerving.
And now here she was, flying - well okay so it wasn't exactly a fighter jet, which had been her dream since she was ten, but the Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt was a great aeroplane to fly, even if it was ugly and nicknamed the Warthog by one and all. It was stable, easy to fly, armed to the teeth (painted on the nose) and heavily armoured.
Her target was a column of Iraqi tanks reported by sat-int moving down the road towards Basra. Her wingman, Lt Liz McKenna, was off to the left in echelon behind her. The road from Baghdad to Basra was littered with burned-out vehicles, most from this go-round but some, she was sure, left over from the previous war in 1991, and quite possibly some of the hulks were even older and dated back to the Iran-Iraq war in the 1980s Her ground radar picked up a moving vehicle and theAGM-65 Maverickair to surface missile under her right displayed it's video feed to her HUD. She nudged the cross-hair onto the lead vehicle in the convoy and keyed the release. ""Steady tone... Weapon is away...!"" The aircraft lurched a little as the mass on that wing reduced. Toni compensated automatically and watched the missile streak away. She pulled back on her stick, slowed the 'Hog enough to let McKenna overtake.
The routine was well established: Flight leader took out the lead vehicle in the convoy, wingman took out the rearguard vehicle, thus blocking the road. They then circled around to give the people in the vehicles time to get out. Casualties were thus kept to a minimum. Okay so two tank crews were dead, but that was better than the entire convoy. She selected the30×173 mmGAU-8/A Avengerautocannon, lined up on the road, coming in ""low and slow"", and pressed the fire button. The cannon wound up to its maximum output and threw out a depleted uranium armour piercing slug seventy times a second, the aircraft's nose-down angle ""walking"" the line of shells up the column from rear to front. People were still diving out of the tanks as the shells smashed into the reactive armour on the T72-knock-offs, two or three hitting within millimetres of each other, blasting right through and spalling inside, igniting fuel, cooking off the tanks ammunition, but most of all destroying everything inside the vehicles, shredding the engines and the guns, turning them from machines of war into immobile lumps of metal.
McKenna followed her down the line, the shells from her autocannon wreaking even more havoc, setting fire to the tanks that so far were just immobilised. Toni keyed her radio. ""Mission accomplished, RTB!""
""Roger, RTB!"" the reply came back and the two aircraft turned to head home. A successful mission, and another battalion of Iraqi tanks that wouldn't be able to engage the Coalition troops fighting for control of Basra. Her threat detector was clear, so it came as a total shock when McKenna called, ""SAM, Break break!"" She reacted on instinct, jerked the stick to the right and back, pushed the throttles to the stops on both engines and flipped on the countermeasures pod. Flares and chaff popped out behind the aircraft, one designed to fool a heat-seaking missile, the other a radar-guided one. But neither worked against the optical guidance of the Roland Surface to Air Missile.
""Got him!"" McKenna had circled and her cannon had made short work of the launch vehicle, but at that point Toni was too busy wrestling with an aircraft that was supposed to have two engines and two rudders and now only had one of each...
""Mayday mayday mayday! This is Tango November eight eight, I'm not going to make it."" She waited for the acknowledgement from the Boeing E3-Sentry AWACS circling high over the gulf and Kuwait, gave her position, which was confirmed by McKenna, pulled her mascot from its place on the canopy, said a soft but heartfelt goodbye to the aircraft, and pulled the eject lever.
........
The heat of the desert was beginning to make her curse the damned Arabs for having a war in such a god-forsaken place. Her left ankle was on fire where she'd twisted it on a loose rock as she tried to find some shade. ""Why couldn't they have done this somewhere cool?"" She asked no-one for the hundredth time. Her canteen sloshed at her hip as she moved again, trying to keep the apparently ancient piece of stone between herself and the sun. Thirst tormented her, but she knew she had to ration the water. SAR was on the way, and McKenna had circled overhead until she was flying on fumes, but for the last hour she'd been on her own in this blistering heat.
Trying desperately to ignore the scorpions and lizards that were the property owners of this repulsive piece of real-estate. Her boots were laced tight and her flight suit was pretty-much arachnid-proof, but she made sure to look before she put her hands down.
Something poked her in the back, and she cursed again and twisted, trying to get comfortable. The thing moved under her and she swore, sat up and looked for the offending rock. Except it wasn't a rock. A glint of metal caught her eye, poking out of the sand. Curious, she began scraping the grains away, and soon realised that she was looking at an old, battered bronze pot of some sort. It was covered in dust, but it looked like some sort of coffee pot, or tea pot, elliptical in shape with a lid on top and a spout on one short side opposite a handle on the other. She lifted the lid and noticed a soft perfume, like incense. The thing was full of sand. She tipped it out. Where had she seen something like this before? She grimaced at the layer of grime on the outside and scraped some of it off with a fingernail.
She was about to rub the metal surface on her sleeve, when she heard the unmistakeablewhup-whup-whup of a UH-60 Blackhawk. She leapt to her feet, jamming the metal pot into her webbing, pulled a smoke flare from it's pouch on her leg and pulled the igniter, then ran towards the sound. Or tried to. Her ankle gave way with a shock of pain as the SAR helecopter crested the dune, throwing sand in all directions. It landed a hew yards away and the security team leapt out, sweeping the perimeter as the medivac team ran towards her.
They picked her up and carried her to the helo, which lifted again as soon as the gunners were back on board. One unlaced her left boot, and felt her ankle, asked if she could wiggle her toes. She tried and pain lanced up her leg. ""Broken!"" was the verdict. ""That's your ticket home. What you got there, Ma'am?"" He pointed at the bronze pot.
""Souvenir?"" She laughed. ""It was just there, buried. I doubt it's worth anything.""
.....
The Antiquities people agreed with her, declaring the item to be an oil lamp of the sort commonly still in use and available to purchase from bazaars all over Baghdad, the legendary home of Aladdin. It was, in fact, a common way of lighting one's home in regions where there was no electricity. The ruins she had found were most likely an old farm abandoned in recent years and the lamp simply forgotten, something old and battered that could easily be replaced.
Toni grinned. ""New lamps for old?"" She quoted from the Aladdin story.
""Something like that, I suppose"", the antiquities officer told her. ""Anyway, the lamp is probably worth about ten bucks new. In that condition? I'd throw it out and but yourself a decent one!""
Toni shrugged. ""Meh, I'll keep it. It's got a certain sentimental value, because of where I found it, y'know?""
She took the lamp back to her quarters, limping on a crutch, and with her leg in a splint boot. Sitting on her bunk with the air conditioning blasting at max, she stripped down to her undies and decided to have a go at cleaning up the lamp. ""So,"" she told herself, jokingly, ""if I rub it, and it has a genie in it, I get three wishes? No, Aladdin got more than three, didn't he? Meh. Like that's ever gonna happen!""
She wetted a cloth at the room's wash basin and began to carefully rub away the grime..."
481,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-01-22T02:05:00,swimmjacket,"
White smoke began to pour out of the lamp, more and more until there was a large cloud. But then, as suddenly as it began, the smoke stopped. As it disappeared a woman was kneeling in the center of it.
She looked up, her eyes a dazzling array of greens, blues, and what seemed to be flecks of gold. Her hair was intricately braided with a golden chain headpiece. But that was not the only gold jewelry she wore. There was a golden necklace paired with gold bracelets and golden chains on her feet as well.
Her top barely covered her chest and was a deep blue color with golden edges, as was her harem style pants. While the outfit as a whole might not look out of place in Aladdin it still looked expensive and luxurious.
The woman moved, almost prostrating herself in front of Toni.
""You have rubbed the lamp and freed me. Your wish is my command. How may I please you, Mistress?"" She looked up and seemed to examine Toni for a few moments.
""It's been ages since I've had a Mistress. The past three have all been men,"" she said as if she was talking to herself. Looking around she frowned a little and said. ""Much has changed.""
Her head tilted as she took in Toni in her underwear. ""Clothes the most apparently.""
Standing she still looked around the room and saw her lamp. Smiling she took it and frowned when she saw the state it was in. ""That won't do at all."" She blew on it and it was if all the grime and dirt over the centuries was blown off as well and it shimmered in the light. Smiling, she set the lamp back down and looked back to her Mistress."
482,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-01-28T23:27:00,Chrystal Dark,"Toni didn't notice the smoke at first. Her nostrils twitched at the scent she recognised from somewhere... Sometime recent but she couldn't quite place it. Fragrant incense... ""Oh yes, it was that day in the desert when I got shot down. ... The lamp... Oh my god! What the...?!""
She dropped the thing and staggered away, to lean against the door of her closet. ""f... Fire?"" She squeaked and looked for the extinguisher. It was on it's clip by the door, on the far side of the room. The cloud of - admittedly pleasant smelling - smoke was between her and it. But how had she lit the thing? There was no oil in it, no wick, in fact the last time she remembered opening it she had tipped out a load of sand. So where was the smoke coming from?
And then the woman appeared and the pieces fell into place. ""Oh, okay, I get it... Very funny, ha ha... Captain Nelson picks up a lost oil lamp, and someone decides to have a laugh at my expense? Well yuck it up flyboys!"" She waved a hand between the lamp and the woman in the skimpy costume, expecting to interrupt the projection, but all she did was disperse the last wisp of incense scented smoke.
The woman spoke. And that totally freaked Toni out because what she heard was some sort of proto-arabic language, definitely not English, and yet she somehow understood every word as if it was a language she'd learned herself as a child and never forgotten.
The strange woman's comment about what she was wearing stung Toni into action. ""Heh, speak for yourself, at least I don't dress like a cheap kissagram girl!"" She reached for her sweat pants - the only casual pants she could get on over the ankle boot - and the tee she's worn to visit the antiquities people.
But what tipped her over the edge what what the woman did to the lamp. One second it was old, grimy and battered, and the next it was bright, shiny and new. And for Toni, everything when spinny-grey and she collapsed onto her bed in a dead faint."
483,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-01-29T18:05:00,swimmjacket,"Genie sighed as her Mistress fell back, unconscious. She looked over her new mistress and pondered what she could do next. She hadn't been given any orders or wishes to grant. Therefore there were no rules she could break other than the ones that bound all genies to their masters.
She couldn't stray too far from her lamp unless her master commanded her to do so. She also could not directly cause their deaths just to be rid of them. Though she was under no obligation to save them unless they wished for her to do so. She also had to obey every order and grant their every wish, though with a few limitations. She couldn't raise the dead or cause people to fall in love with her master or anyone else for that matter.
Though there was an easy loophole for that one. She couldn't create love but lust was easy enough to manage. One of her master's figured that one out centuries ago. Though he had been careless with who he chose and one very angry and jilted husband took his revenge and Genie was finally rid of him. He had been one of the worst. Genie was used to her master's looks by now but he was one of the few to push it further. It was one of the few times she was relieved to be stuck in her lamp once again.
But she was stuck here for now, until her mistress woke up.
Genie sighed and sat down, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hand as she observed her mistress. Tapping her foot she became impatient and waved her hand, pointing at her mistress. A small trail of smoke appeared from the tip of her finger and floated through the air towards the unconscious woman.
It passed under her nose, a simple combination of smelling salts would do the trick and wake her right up.
It wasn't against the rules. She didn't have any obligation to wake or not wake the woman in front of her. Genie was just so bored and wanted to see what kind of mistress she had this time around. The first wish was usually very telling. Gold, power, women, the return of a lost loved one. Though she couldn't grant that last one it was very telling."
484,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-04-06T00:00:00,Chrystal Dark,"Toni sneezed violently, a reaction to a sharp but not entirely unpleasant smell. It took her a moment to remember what was going on and this time she managed not to pass out as she remembered seeing the lamp change before her eyes. She looked warily at the scantily clad woman, and finished the interrupted process of covering herself up. ""You're real, then? Last time I passed out like that was in the g-sim during fighter combat school."" A couple of steps and she was close enough to poke the woman in the left shoulder. ""Feels real.""
She considered the facts at her disposal. She'd found an abandoned oil lamp in the Iraqi desert, not all that far from the remains of Ancient Babylon, and of course the current city of Baghdad, home to the legend of Aladdin, as well as many other tales of the Thousand and One Arabian Nights, as told by the equally legendary Scheherazade. Many of those stories had some sort of magic or fabulous creature in, So was it that unreasonable to suppose that some of it might actually be true? Anyway, there were two genies in Aladdin, weren't there? One in the lamp that everyone remembers, but also one in a ring... And didn't Solomon have a ring that enabled him to command genies?
She shook her head to clear it. ""Okay, so..."" she took a deep breath. ""If you're a genie and you just popped out of that lamp because I rubbed it, then you have to grant my wishes, right? If I tell you I want something, then you use your magic and make it happen?""
She paused for an answer, and began to grin as she realised the possibilities. The grin froze. ""Wait... How many wishes do I get? Aladdin only got three. And so did the Irishman who found a leprechaun."" She slipped into her bestSt Patrick's Day accent. ""Did ye hear that one, now? Te be sure, an' Paddy found hi'self an honest te goodness leprechaun, and sez he, Oi'll haf me t'ree wishes, so Oi will. So de leprechaun sez, Okay Paddy, ye got me. Oi'll grant yer tree wishes, what's yer first wish? So Paddy t'inks fer a bit an' 'ee sez, Oi'll 'ave a magic bottle o' whiskey. So de leprechaum claps 'is hands tegether an does a l'il dance and POOF! A cloud o' green smoke an' there's a bottle o' whiskey. So Paddy pulls de cork and pours a shot, an' it's de foinest whiskey 'e's ever tasted. But not only that, no matter how mooch Paddy pours out, de bottle refills itself. So de leprechaun saz, Okay, Paddy, y'e've had yer first wish, what's yer second and third? An' Paddy sez Oi'll 'ave two more o' deese!""
It was nerves, more than anything. Telling the joke was really just a delaying tactic, to avoid making a wish. But the punch-line gave her an idea... ""I don't want to waste a wish on something stupid, but what if I were to wish for more wishes? If I used my third wish to wish for three more wishes, you would have to grant that wish, so I could get two wishes and save the third to get more... Ah but, there are those sneaky non-wishes, that we say without thinking.I could accidentally wish I hadn't said something and no realise I wasted a wish... Hmmm. Do it the other way around, then? I think my first wish will be to have an unlimited number of wishes!"""
485,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-04-19T03:24:00,swimmjacket,"Genie watched as her new Mistress awakened. She tilted her head a little bit as she didn't understand what her Mistress was referring to but she did reply. ""I am real."" She let her Mistress touch her as it was innocent enough. She didn't have to let her Master touch her if she didn't want to but if he did order her then she would have to oblige.
She nodded in confirmation as her Mistress finally seemed to understand what was happening. ""Yes. Your wish is my command.""
At her question, and then story, Genie replied. ""There are no limits on your wishes. You can technically wish for a million but it would actually then limit your number of wishes."" She didn't know what would happen then if her Master reached their limit. None of them had ever tried. ""And you can undo a wish with a wish. So if you did wish for a million wishes you can undo it with the next one and everything would be as it was.""
At her wish, Genie nodded and said. ""The wish is granted, though nothing has changed Mistress."" She didn't even feel her magic activate that much.
""There are a few rules,"" she said, knowing that it would be her next question. ""I cannot raise anyone from the dead. If someone is dying I can certainly save their life but once they are dead there is nothing I can do. I also cannot force someone to be in love with you or anyone else. I cannot create love."" Lust on the other matter was simple but she didn't offer that information up just yet.
""I will obey your every order and I cannot stray too far from my lamp unless your order me to,"" she added. ""And if someone steals the lamp from you or you renounce me then you will no longer be my Mistress.""
That should cover most of her questions. Genie was sure she would have more but for now that should do it.
""What do you wish for?"" she asked. She had wished for an unlimited number so that meant she must have many wishes that she would want granted though she could not decide in the moment."
486,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-05-03T18:13:00,Chrystal Dark,"Toni shrugged. Technically that counted as a wasted wish then, but better safe than sorry. After all if nothing had changed, maybe that wasbecause she'd wished for an infinite number of wishes? Her wish was fulfilled by the fact that she already had what she wished for, but... ""Ack, never mind. It's too complicated. So..."" She listened carefully and nodded at the stipulations. ""No raising the dead, no forcing someone to love me, and keep the lamp safe. Got it!"" She shrugged.
What to wish for. Toni could have literally anything she wanted in this world.I wish to be sultan, the Evil Jafar had said. What if she wished to be the ruler of a medieval country? But she didn't want that. She didn't want to suddenly be rich, or... Well there was that one cute redhead nurse in the base medical centre, but she couldn't wish for someone to fall in love with her.
Thinking of the nurse made her grin and look down at the ankle brace on her foot. That was something the genie could fix, wasn't it? And it would get her flying again. But how would she explain it?I heal quickly probably wouldn't wash, when she had seen the x-ray herself. No way was that bone going to heal overnight. But it was worth a try, if nothing else it would mean she would be out of pain.
""Okay, so you may not know this, Miss Genie, but we've got a little war going on. I was shot down over hostile territory two days ago and had to eject and I managed to break one of the bigger bones in my ankle when I landed. The docs say it'll be at least three weeks, probably a couple of months before I'm fit to fly again. But here's the thing: If I were to just wish for you to make my ankle better, people would notice and ask questions. So this is kind-of a two-fer. I wish for you to make my ankle better and for people not to notice.""
There, that should do the trick."
487,"I Dream of Genie (FxF Only, Low Fantasy, 2003)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/i-dream-of-genie-fxf-only-low-fantasy-2003.19685/,2021-05-03T20:00:00,swimmjacket,"Genie looked down at her ankle and nodded. ""Your wish is my command."" She bowed her head and closed her eyes, when she opened them the wish was granted. A mist surrounded Toni's ankle and instantly healed it before dispersing.
""No one will question why your ankle is now healed,"" she added. It was simple enough to alter those minds who knew that her Mistress's ankle had been broken.
It was an interesting wish. Most would just wish for the bone to be healed and nothing more but this one had thought ahead and already wished for people not to question the miraculous recovery she would seem to have. Most of her previous Masters or Mistresses would eventually wish for something similar but only once they had been questioned about why they suddenly were the richest person in the world.
""Is there anything else you want?"" she then asked her. If there was a war she could wish for peace. It would be simple enough to force the leaders into a treaty between the two nations. She was curious though of how this woman was able to fly without the use of magic."
488,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-06-14T02:31:00,QueenMer,"It should of been raining, it was suppose to rain on days like this no one liked to wear black in the sun. It pressed down into the darkness to make you sweat, sweating and standing around a grave that is about to be filled with a body. Green eyes skimmed the casket, she was lucky to of come it was in his will, his last gift to her. He was dead, it came as no surprise for he had been an old man from the beginning. She had been ten and he had been 60 when they first met and now he was gone at the age of 74.
He had told her the story countless time. Out of a crowd of children his eyes had landed upon her, he often told her it was her red hair. He always loved her hair, the first night in his large home he had had her bathe herself, dressed in silk so soft it brought feeling back to her skin. She had sat at his feet and he had combed every knot out of her short hair, it had been short at the time. Every night he would repeat it, even the night he had passed away carefully in his bed so not to disturb her. She had known, his hand had lingered on the brush and she sat patiently letting him finish. She had heard him stop breathing, her green eyes peering at his still frame from her place. She had cut her hair that night, it was now short finger tips rose curling into the short red mane. It glowed bright under the sun as the casket was lowered into the grave.
""Goodbye master,"" the woman thought softly as the coffin was lowered down. She would sit there as long as they would allow her. She knew that they had no plans to let her out, they would cage her away in a room where no one could see her. It was sad that her masters funeral would be her last moments of freedom.
After that she had been carted away, made to sit and a room and wait. She waited, patiently as days passed.
At last the woman who had been watching over her came to the door. ""Your Master has arrived."" A statement uttered so simply, as if dinner was here. Her master, her green eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together into tight red lines. She had had a master, he had been kind and good and now he was gone who could dare to take his place. Her mind could not quite accept that she would have to serve another.
She trained well enough to listen as she rose from the bed, she still wore black as if in statement. The dress hugged the curves of her body, neatly containing her chest, the fabric stopping short above her knees.
Loud shiny black heels clicked as she existed the carpeted room and was met with hardwood floors. She was lead to the front of the doors where she stood and awaited the arrival of her new master.
A smirk danced to her red painted lips, a snicker pressing into her throat. She could only imagine the unintelligent ape that was about to walk through the doors, would he try to claim her body? Would he put her in the kitchen, assign her to toilette duty. She hoped he will try she could not wait to show him what it meant to own a slave.
The man walking through the door had yet to even know he owned a slave, it was in the fine print of the will. All to be left to his grandson, every possession including his pet. All he had to do was keep the pet, and he had quickly agreed to this no one taking the time to explain what kind of pet his grandfather kept."
489,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-10T03:02:00,QueenMer,(open still)
490,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T04:03:00,FNP,"Blue, the hue of royal birth, trimmed with silver. These were the colors of it all and the simple elegance of style. Cloth, woven of the finest materials lay over the boneworks of new furniture. Tapestries that were filled with oceans, or sky, all denoted those subtle shifting blues.
Why mention this? Why point out random colors?
For it was not simply one person that entered, not by any measure. The doors opened and a flooding tide of people all with arm loads of blue and silver bustled in. Boxes being carried by two men, others with arm loads of furniture, fittings, or odd and end necessities of high social standing. The commotion was sudden, fierce, and all consuming.
Like ants the crowd swarmed, pulling down old decorations, removing furniture that was outdated, and none of them so much as pausing. As if every right to be here, they simply moved forward about their tasks. No conversations, no chatter, just work.
Each of the men looked weathered, hardened, drudging by with hands that were battered from what could be fighting. Perhaps these were the sort of people the pet had expected, perhaps not, either way they were here now. Looking more accustomed to the hard long labor of working docks rather than subtle delicates of artwork, they were efficient and would not steal. They kept their word, and you knew where you stood with them.
The tides of people moving in parted only into a tributary, and the slap of hard leather soles sounded even against the gruff work of the sudden crowd. The tack of cane punctuated every other step, and just like the rest of his possessions, the man had draped himself in the arrogance of blue blood royal color. Silver lines distinguished him, carved the frame, and the suit seemed all the more an oddity in a place like this.
Grandfather had chosen a different pallet to color his world with. One could even call it… well drab. That was easy enough to fix.
Black hair framed blue eyes, and with casual steps of confidence the man of six foot two ignored the woman at the door. In fact, he ignored everyone other than those that worked diligently under his rule.
By no means did this well put together man seem a beast, but one could never tell. Simply, those blue eyes, which seemed brighter still by comparison glinted this way and that. Yes, the grandson had been here before, and not much had changed. It will now though, it certainly will now.
Lined with a silver tip and silver pommel the cane met the floor in almost metronome steadiness. Every other step seemingly calculated to a rhythm that played out only within the confines of his own ears. One could say it was clockwork, but the humanity of slight fault here or there betrayed him. Close as one could get though, and systematically through his eyes already his grandfather was being erased from the shelling structure of the building.
A lot can happen in two minutes, perhaps it wasn’t even as long as that, but at last the man turned towards the gathered gathering of old reliable staff. Coldness wasn’t a word one could use when looking upon that color of his eyes, nor could even ice be a term. They were oceans inside, weaving in undercurrents that couldn’t be seen, but the narrowing of pupils promised that they were there.
For a long moment the grandson just stood there, sorting through them one by one, as with gruff grunts, hushed comments about moving stuff, the dock works flowed in and out around them. For a long moment the grandson allowed the reality to set in.
This no longer was his Grandfather's house.
“My name is William. A man outside by the name of Oscar has a generous severance package for each of you. Merely show me to this pet and you’ll never have to be here again.”
Those sea blue eyes, the ones you couldn’t tell the depths of. They seemed ready for their retort, or perhaps the greed would get the better of them. More was out there for them then they could know, but that didn’t even scratch the wealth.
To each of them this offer was made by his glance, acknowledging each of them in it, yet declaring no room for argument. The old guard would be pushed aside, not all the cruelly, those heavy paychecks outside would sooth each of their egos for years.
Shoulders squared, feet planted, the walking stick planted and glimmering in the soft light trapped within the building. He was handsome, sure of himself, and drenched in that blue… trimmed in silver.
This was William. This was the Heir."
491,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T05:14:00,QueenMer,"Blue, it flooded in to bright for the dim settings. It was full of vibrant life, colorful and erratic, the little droplets were carried by a swarm of ants. They were meticulous, quick to work with little chatter. It seemed they communicated on some deep level as one unit, their features when compared to each neighbor was similar kin, as if they had been beaten from the same clay. They had split off, down the hallways, gathering old paintings, rolling up rugs, lifitng furniture to only fill the space with what had been brought.
Vivian wouldn't be able to follow their path, she wanted to. Panic was thick in her chest, what were they doing! They were touching Master's things, they were rearranging her home right before her eyes and stripping it off its flesh. The young woman had stepped away from the door, her hand lifting as if she might to orchestrate the mess herself but she couldn't find her voice. How did she stop what was happening when she herself could not be certain.
It was the solid voice of a man that finally drew her attention away from the invaders. Standing trimput was a man who ego spoke for itself, the blue belonged to him. How could it not, it seemed to leak from his pores and stain whatever he touched. He was going to stain her Master's home.
It was anger next, it rushed through her life a fire. It wanted to rage against the ocean gathered around her. She seemed now to stand out in comparison with her vibrant red hair. It was clear it had been cut recently, and only clear because the ends were jagged and unwell, done in a rush over a sink by hands that had never had to hold scissors for any task before.
His words seemed to have had an effect, those still there, left over from the last reign were ready to leave and accept a nice cushion to settle upon. Many had been there so long they had forgotten what it was like to no longer work for they had aged themselves into the very walls.
Vivian didn't move, she stood still now as her gaze landed on an older man. The pair had rarely gotten along, he had tutored her when she was younger and now tended to the greenhouse, fussing over herbs. The man was short and stout, she believed that the earth was trying to reclaim him. His eyes and hair the same color as everything else about him, just dull. The man cleared her throat and moved his hand to gesture to Vivian. She wanted to steal one more moment from the oaf, upstage him like she had before. He disliked her because she found his teaching of history boring and had enjoyed pointing out his mistakes.
The ginger stood as tall as she could. Black heels helped leaving her a staggering 5'6. She tilted her chin up and frowned. ""I guess I am stuck here then, how unlucky I get to watch you drown this place in such a color,"" she wouldn't hold back, she didn't know how. Her master was the only one she was asked to respect. ""You're bet,"" she did a sarcastic courtesy to end her statement"
492,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T05:56:00,FNP,"Attention was not as wavering as the color of his eyes. They held fast, studied, and dug into the very corners of the person to which they held onto. Judging worth was a thing people might find rude, but at least the indifference was not a chilling thing. The ones whousedto work here began to flee happily, but there was an older man who motioned to the odd woman of fiery hair. An attitude to match as well it would seem.
Now his eyes were on her. Now his indifference was on her despite all her bravado. Mocking words landed with no impact, nor did the startled stares of a few of the workers who had stopped. A woman? His pet? Those who had paused nearby, shared a glance, and figured it would be best to keep working.
William, dipped in deep rich blue, simply watched her with the tidal pulls behind his eyes.
One would think a coddled beast such as this Heir would know only the luxury of casual pace, but this was not true of this man. A hand steeled with muscles well used, practiced, strengthened, shot forward to grab her chin. Thumb and forefinger held tight, but were unrelenting in their need to leave no bruise.
A step forward closed the gap between them, black and blue fabrics intermingling for a moment as William pressed to the smaller form. Easily at this height he could wrap her in his jacket, cocoon her against himself, such was the disparity between them.
Not cruel, but indifferent to protest, at first her new owner turned the woman’s head to the left, and then to the right. For the first time since their brief introduction emotion welled up behind those blue eyes, a puzzlement that sought out some sort of answer that possibly had none.
“You’re the pet?”
Before when he spoke there was confidence in that proper tone. Now, in debt to himself, old habits began to slither out. Old ways of talking began to resurface. The question was made in a way that sounded more like a mouth on one of the workers. Words tumbled free short, clipped, and without the elegance of a tone that sounded noble.
In the meantime, there were footsteps growing from behind the woman. One of the workers had broken off from the crowd, a brute of a man that looked like he could be a minotaur in another life. Muscles thick against tattered shirt, and short cut hair close to a scar upon his brow.
Unintelligent ape. Isn’t that what she was expecting? Well here was one, but it wasn’t playing the role the woman expected.
“You own that too Boss?” Brak’s words were even more desolated than the slight slip from William. It sounded more of ‘ou wn at too Boss? The local lower class dialect is slim with properness, but nonetheless easy to translate when heard. It was a joke of course from the big brute, a soft laugh after his own word made his lungs sound like bellows. Hands capable of supporting the largest of crates, or cracking the thickest of skulls waved about the place. “Ste’ up eh?”
Without losing contact with the smaller woman’s gaze, William’s hand slipped away without further demands, but neither did he relinquish his place so close to her.
“Seems I do Brak.” William’s words had returned to their formal and calming tones. The cracks earlier from the almost whispered question had been patched, but despite the confusion on his friends dumb face, Brak had moved off to continue work. Never once did he look away from the Pet.
Till now.
As if William had a sense of where each and every soul was in his domain, that viper-like grip of his shot out to the right to take hold of a passing man’s elbow. Without having looked, the new Master of this place had stopped one of his servants, only now did his eyes leave the female.
“Send for Mister Weaver please Andrew. I need a few dresses it seems.”
For some reason it still surprised the common man if a Lord grabbed them and addressed them by name. It put a new found respect into people William had found, one of both happiness to be recognized, and fearful of pointed accountability.
“Come along while you tell me your name, and while you’re at it tell me how my twisted progenitor came to have such a pet as…” Already the Master had stepped around the woman, making him start to further explore the innards of his new domain, but there was a pause. The slow slide of those blue eyes along the woman, from tip of head to tip of toes. Perhaps there was hunger there, perhaps not, but there was a flick of something that did not produce light. No, it was a flick of something dark as the word “.... you” slipped from his lips like venom off the fangs of a serpent that offered Eve an apple.
The statements werenotan invitation, or a politeness. It was an order. It was clear that like his Grandfather, William was a man used to doing as he pleased."
493,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T07:58:00,QueenMer,"Vivian had not been sure of the reaction she would cause to churn in the ocean of a man. She met his gaze, tense and ready for what reaction may come but she expected to be fluid and intangible, what she got was solid and sudden. His fingers were upon her, his body followed the movement like a tidal wave crashing against her. She had no chance to step back before he had her caught in the swail.
He tugged at her chin turning her head up and then side to side. She felt like she was a horse being inspected. She worked hard to keep her hands at her sides, she wanted to shove them against his chest and demand space. No man had ever felt the courage to press themselves against her. She was a coveted gem meant to be seen and untouch. Her duties had been to spend her time in the company of her Master. She cared for the man as he had aged, when she was younger he had cared for her. She had seen it as a symbiotic relationship, her master cared for her and she in return cared for him. She could never see it from the views of an outsider, she was groomed and spoiled.
The man spoke, his words like a soft sprinkle and not the torrent he displayed. One simple question was asked as if her statement had not made it clear enough. She frowned, trying to jerk her chin free but it was little use. She was small and fragile in comparison to him, she didn't know of hardwork or labor.
""I am,"" she would state almost at a whisper to hopefully help clarify his confusion and send him off of her. Another voice would break her consternation away from William. She was simply trying to understand what she had heard, the man had more muscles then she had ever seen before. He was self entertained, she was not sure if he was amused about the situation or the fact anyone could ever understand him. She could only glance sideways at the brute but now her green gaze darted back to the man still against her as he reconfirmed what had already been stated many times as if none could wrap their head around it. She was indeed a pet or she her Master would like to say. She didn't mind it, she found it quite enduring and enjoyable from her past masters lip. Given her job was to serve as company it seemed fitting that she was referred to as a pet rather then a slave or servant. She lived a life of luxury even though she had no claim to it or to her own fate, name, self.
He at last looked away, it was relief. His gaze was deep, there was something about the depth that made her wonder what Titian lay beneath. She looked confused as he began to make an order for dresses, she had plenty. She quickly realized that he may have the intent to dress her in the same blue he was coding his home. Even trimmed silver she would have to refuse such offerings. She had her own dresses, given to her by a master she still held dear. Did he expect to replace those as well, was there nothing in the home off limits.
Her mind whirled to the master bedroom, her one sacred space. She felt a hint of panic considering someone might touch the things held precious by the master. She had locked it, the key tucked in a pocket of the folds of her black dress. That room belong to her and no other. She would not allow him to poison it with his touch. The doors of the master's bedroom were thick and she suspected it would not go unheard if someone were to invade it by force.
She frowned as the man spoke again, slithering around her and moving along with clear assurance. He had already felt like he belong it seemed, she did not like this.
She didn't want to move. Her feet stayed in place glued to the ground as her hands became small fists of annoyance. He had assaulted her Master with his last question. ""He was not twisted,"" she corrected. She made herself step forward, gripping at her dress allowing the weight of the fabric to anchor her in reality. He had to keep her, she had to stay with him but this did not mean she had to like him. Perhaps they could settle for letting her simply enjoy her life as it was, be it she had found herself more money as of late. She would learn to manage that loneliness and they could simply stay out of one another's way.
""It's Vivian, I have been with Master since I was 8, I am 24 now,"" she explained, her gaze was already away from him. It was clear she was anxious about the men who were intent on their task. It wouldn't be long before some one made their way back to their master to inform him of locked doors. There were three. Masters study, master's bedroom and then her own room, adjoin to the Masters.
""I'd be perfectly fine to return to my room and let you do as wish out here, you will not be washing my room in this awful blue."" She poked at the color again trying to gauge his reaction to things. She was cautious that he might reach for her again before answering. ""I just have always been with my master."" Their relationship had been nothing more, he had seemed to treat her like his own child, educating her and raising her."
494,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T19:08:00,FNP,"Eight years old? He took you in at eight?
Suddenly William was in the confines of his own mind. The clock of self was being pushed back in rapid spans, quick enough that if she were looking into his gaze she could almost watch the hands of time spinning backwards within the blue eyes. Yet, as people so often do, William had turned his attention from her in this weak moment, shielded that gap of his armor from her gaze. -- The trees in the garden seem to have been plucked by guilty sunsets. The leaves they bore, once green and plump, now lay dried and strewn across the grass in crinkled yellows, oranges, and fiery reds. The days had grown shorter, and the air brought with it the promise of cold rain.
Though such were the realities of fall.
William had been running, running out across that very field of grass that led itself to the garden of withering flowers. Everything in this building, or on its land, was tended to with miraculous detail, but the change of seasons had come and brushed soft yellow spots of tended grass. Trees were skinned off their leaves, and the bitterness of winter was not that far away. In his youth William considered it not for a moment, but now? Now even this memory told William things that at first he had not perceived.
A ball, a simple blue ball of cheap coloring bounced in a young child's hand. The bell inside of it laughed with joy in a soft tinkling voice with every impact. It was a simple thing for a child of eight, yet still did he love it.
“Stay outside for awhile” Parents had said.
Yet, what boy did such a thing when it was his birthday?
What boy could resist adventure in what could be perceived as a castle?
A servant's door had been left open, small feet clad in small shoes tread inside. Lights were not lit, and the drapes of a soft silk of drab patterns swayed in the cooler breeze from outside.
-Bomp- Said the ball as he bounced it off the new surface of the hard floor.
-Jingle- Laughed the bell as it returned upward for his small hands to catch it.
Though he had no word for it, William was amazed by this study he had wandered into. Books stacked upon shelves that reached to the boy as high as the sky itself. Dim lights cast meaningful spotlights upon paintings and art established in nooks and crannies, and it smelled of pages and ink.
Blue eyes that had yet to form that turbulent madness of color, lay a steady shine of youthful ignorance, and their attention swirled heavenward. It was like a cave of secrets, every leather bound tome a conspiracy to unravel page by page.
-Bomp- Said the ball as William bounced it.
-Jingle- Laughed the bell inside again.
Though it was his grandfather, many of the details were missing from this old memory. William could not remember the face of the man, nor could he remember the dress code to which Grandfather kept himself on that day.
It was that hand that the older man reached out that he remembered most. Pale flesh palm up, fingers laiden with rings, and a pair of blue fierce eyes. The way that hesitant child from so long ago resisted giving up his new toy, and the way the older man snatched it away never to be seen again.. That is what William remembered about that birthday.
Eight years old.
--
She had kept her feet planted and they were not moving through the hallway, yet like a hound with a scent, William was being tugged in a direction with casual assurance that he knew every millimeter. Near quiet of the workers began to break, large gruff men with large gruff voices forgetting to keep their tones down. The air began to be laden with a mixture of barroom conversations, and snide little comments about the young beautiful pet following at William’s heel.
Yet, there was no heed paid to them.
It was now that perhaps even William himself knew where he wanted togo, and to which scent he was following. When eyes returned to the here and now, and when the memories cleared away from his blue gaze, did he know for certain.
Not only was it her perfume, but it was also the raw scent underneath. Having been that close, having pressed his body against her for only a brief moment, all of it had been cataloged. The products to which had once been loving were placed in her hair. The perfumes. Even the clothing she wore. William was following the Pet’s way from that room she had been caged in since her last Master’s death.
Vivian had assumed right however, and before full Deer Path could be followed to the entrance to what she dared claim as ‘her room’ inhishouse, it was Brak who came lumbering out like a giant. Hands slapped together in thatclearing the dust off motion.Scar sitting there like a pale worm upon left cheek, broad smile upon broad lips offering jovialness to an otherwise brute set of features. Brak was a monster despite his new set of clothes. Brak was a beast despite the respectful and calm manner to which he looked upon his ‘Boss’. These facts were clear in the way the large man looked at Vivian. No, Brak didn’t see her as a woman, or even as a pet, the hunger in those dark eyes was that of fucking her.
“Three ‘em ‘ooms are ‘ocked up tighter than a nun’s ‘utthole” - Brak announced with no heed to a light company as a woman nearby.
-Tak- The walking stick lifted only slightly, but like a gunshot it struck the floor with no concern of scratching. It sounded like a gunshot, a single punctuated sound that echoed off already half emptied walls.
“That is enough for today gentlemen. The travel was long and hard on each of us. Brak, take them to town, see to it they fill their bellies and don’t get too drunk. They have work in the morning.”
“‘ot it Boss’ The large man said over his shoulder while lumbering away. In contrast to the stead, calm, even tone, the sudden boom of the barreled chested Brak filled the house with thunder. “‘Ou hear’ ta man! Put it down, move out!” Where the men had begun to dissolve into the clusters of tired workers, almost instantly Brak had them back into almost military standards as they began to shuffle out.
Only now, when Brak gave one last look… lingering look at the woman… were they alone as the brute departed.
Carefully, as clockwork as could be managed, the man slowly turned to Vivian once again.
“His name is Brak, and I hired him for one specific reason. He scaresthe hell out of the others. When he wasn’t much older than twelve, he raped and murdered his mother and sister. Rumor has the fucking happened after they weren’t alive anymore. Though a monster by any measure, he is loyal and true to his word.”
There was something painful about the words. Something deceitful. Something not right. Perhaps it was the weight of this telling, but shoulders slumped a little as both hands were placed upon the top of the silver headed walking stick.
“Each of them are chosen for what is coming, and I would advise you not to disrespect me in front of them. If they think your leash has slipped from my grasp they will be tempted to try to do the same. Those men are not animals you wish loose Dear Pet, not even for a moment before I can regain control.”
Vivian wanted to remain planted in the spot, wanted to stay where she was to show some sort of power? She demanded thatherroom not be touched?
Click.Click.Tap.
A slow circle around her, shark like, predatory, was begun by William. Click.Click.Tap. The sound of his shoes and that sticks tip against the ground.
“When I first took possession, do you know what my first thought was? It was to burn this place to ash and cinder. To wrap chains around the doors, bar the windows, and set it all to ruin. I had even considered making sure the staff was still here… so that every single…”
Now he was before her, neck craning lower to set his gaze against hers. There always seemed to be motion in those blue eyes of his, but now they were a torrent. There was no control, no soft swirls of gentle seas, no the squall that the man felt had reached his voice. It was dark, dangerous, the tone of a man who would hire an incestious rapist for his own gains.
“...scrap ofhimlay scattered to the winds. Now though? Now I have a woman acting like a child, stomping her foot, saying that the way things will be by her word. Oh, but not just her room, but two others as well.”
Anger seethed from beneath the oceans trapped inside of himself, boiled the edges of his gaze with bubbly white, and the thing underneath it all… that thing below the vision that he showed the world looked back at her from inside himself.
“I shall let you have your room, under the condition if summoned you attend with haste. Myself or no worker shall enter, bother, or even knock unless we must drag you from it. I am not a man who cages his pets in the barn.”
Chains on that monster inside of himself were wrapped again, pulling the threat down into the depths of ocean blues. Regaining composure, those calm steady words, and the careful way to which he spoke.
“The other two, let me think. One must be the study, oh how Dear Grandfather loved that place. Not a thing out of place, or even noise.” An almost sad smile at the remembrance of the ball.
“The other? Lavatory? No. He would be too ashamed to make that a special place for you two. His bedroom perhaps? That I can not let you have my sympathy only extends so far.” Click.Click.Tap.
Again he was circling her. Again he hunted the waters.
“I can, however, offer an arrangement if you are keen on keeping such treasures from my grasp. I will give you the night to collect anything you wish from the Master Bedroom, store it in either the study or your own room. Anything left by the morning is forfeit.”
Click.Click.Tap.
“There is a price for this though Dear Pet. Undress. Stand naked before me so I may see what I have truly inherited, and I will allow you to do this.”"
495,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-24T20:58:00,QueenMer,"Already Vivian felt the difference in the air, the people in her home were not the ones she had grown used to. The people her Master kept were few and quiet, the place was filled with too much rushing, too much noise. She could not recall ever seeing so many here before but then again when Master had company Vivian had to go to her room. She had not minded her small sanctuary, she had taken to reading and despite all the time she had spent here it felt like there was always a new book to discover, a new story to dive into. The only time Master enjoyed such noise was when it spilled from instruments. She had been taught many, she would play for him with such pride to know that her sound was allowed to cut through the well cultivated silence.
It bothered her to feel so many eyes on her flesh, there was no filter for the crude creatures. There was one that made her quite uncomfortable. Brak, he stepped in with his hands callping together, catching her attention. She met his gaze only for a moment before a shiver went down her spine. She had never seen anyone look at her in such a manner, it was unconscious movement but she did step closer to William. She felt her cheeks turning pink, she clearly understood what the man had said then. She wasn't used to such crude words being openly spoken. Her gaze had drifted to the floor, finding it the safest place to look at the moment. She wouldn't see him lift his cane but she heard it, sharp, clear and sudden. It made her jump, her gaze snapping back to the man. Why did he have to be so loud? The men around him seemed to be built for noise, it didn't bother them, the loud sound seemed to speak their language as movement stilled and they listened.
She was surprised that they were sent away so quickly. As Brak passed her she would feel the need to look over her shoulder as if she worried the man might come up behind her. The look he gave her seemed to whisper such longing, it made her uncomfortable, she could feel her skin crawling.
She would be quick to look back at William, he had turned to peer at her. She frowned as she met his gaze, perhaps she did not like the shade of blue that he excisted in because it was to familiar to her Master. He had also had such piercing eyes. She had recalled getting in trouble once, she had decided it would be a grand idea to climb a tree. She had made it so high up, it had felt like she could touch th sky. She was only ten but she recalled the feeling of the wind whipping her ginger locks. The branch had given out from under her and she had plummeted to the earth. She ended up with a broken arm and the disappointment on her Master's face had been enough to convince to always keep her feet sternly on the ground.
William told her of Brak. He explained his reasoning for keeping such a man around and the tale of history made the red head grow pale. She made a vow to never be caught alone with Brak, she could only hope that William did not intend to keep the man in the house. It sickened her to imagine to having to be near the beast again, what kind of man was William to still keep such a predator about.
There was another predator to be concerned about. The house was silent again except for the clear sounds of his footsteps, his can hitting the tile floor beneath as he made his way around her. She felt small again, truly without the heels she was only 5'3, she was tiny in comparison to the man that moved about her, sizing her up as if he might pounce and feast upon her at any moment. She stayed still, her breath caught in her chest as she tried to make sense of this new situation.
He spoke, not hiding his previous intentions one bit. It seemed he fit in well with Brak kind, it angered her. It angered her that he was the one to inherit this home, her Master's things, her included. He wanted to see it burn, the only place she cared to know, and everyone inside. She would have found herself included in such plans. The man was painting a clear picture of who he was.
She would not stand down from him, even as he stood before her and peered down upon her. She kept her chin lifted, her forest working to stand tall against the tsunami in his gaze. He called her a child and this only added to her annoyance. She was fully grown, a woman even if she had not had the experience of a woman her age.
At last there was some relief as he told she could have her room. He even promised that it would truly be her private sanctuary but now came the issue of the two other doors. He would see the way her cheeks grew rosy again and her gaze drifted away from him as he guessed correctly as to what lay behind the other two doors.
She would frown as he informed her that she could not have the Master bedroom. It was simply a good thing that dreaming big was not a sin. There was a bit of surprise and enjoyment as he told her that she could at least collect the things she held dear before he claimed the space and made it into an ocean once more, tearing away the browns and greens that the man had favored.
That enjoyment melted as quickly as it came as he told her the rules of the engagement. She had to show her flesh to him, truly like a horse at show, for him to size up. She had been told never to expose herself to a man. Not even her own Master had laid eyes upon her soft skin and now this man asked, no he demanded to see it if she were to get her way.
Vivian remained still, like a dear in the headlights she did not know which way to move. If she gave him what he asked then she could have what she wanted however it would mean she had to break a sacred rule laid down to her by the one man she held dear, how could William demand such things.
""I- I've-"" she stuttered over her words, losing all the confidence she had had before. She was left flustered when faced with a challenge she had not expected, she had no chance to prepare herself for this outcome.
It was naive of her to think anything else would have happened but Vivian was naive in her ways. Her world had been a bubble inside of this building. She had been more than happy to forget the years before arriving here.
Her lips pressed tight together as she tried to think of the right thing to say. ""Not even your grandfather demanded such things from me,"" she stated firmly as if lecturing him. She could feel her face was burning as she dropped her gaze away from him to burn holes in the floor with her glare, she fully despised William now though he had given her a choice, do or do not determine the results.
""I can't undo the buttons myself,"" she informed him. Along the back of the dress was a neat row of buttons. She had made her choice.
She would stand still, waiting for him to assist and loosen the fabric on her back. She could do the rest from there, her hands would tremble a bit but she would peel the dark fabric from her pale flesh letting it pool at her feet. She left her undergarments, they were just as black as her dress, she kicked off her heels growing shorter. She shivered at the sensation of the cold tile under her heels. She tried to focus on the feeling of the tiles beneath her toes as her hands began to undo her bra exposing the perky breast with pink nipples. She had taken a deep breath then, she felt like a ball of nerves, she was exposed and flustered wanting to cover herself already. She wouldn't look at him as her hands came to her underwear, she did stall though. It took a moment to gather herself and shove them down to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. She felt ashamed to be nude before a stranger. It took everything in her not to cover her creamy flesh.
There wasn't a mark on her. She was pale and fragile, she lived in a gilded cage full of comforts. She waited on edge for his reaction, for permission to dress once more and flee."
496,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-25T05:58:00,FNP,"William was no man of God, nor was he one who proclaimed a faith. Belief in such powers beyond what he himself was capable of, was not to be part of his personality. There was no ritual of prayers to send up towards the sky. No perfumed incense to set light, and fill lungs with. No, the only hymally the man knew was moments like this… moments like this when William worked the buttons free.
Angels, Demons, Heaven and Hell had no say in the words that were behind those turbulent blues, nor could they decipher the code of the language. What William thought only he knew behind those vaulted glances.
Hand, the very one that was used to seize hold of the woman’s chin hovered but a moment as the clothing dropped away as he stood still behind. A hidden indiscretion, one that wished to make physical contact upon the slope of her shoulder blade. The man wanted to reach out, caress, feel and taste.
Yet, that was not the deal.
So, before even Vivan could notice the hint of heat his hand produced near her back, it fell away into that steady rhythm of…
Click.Click.Tap.
This was not agameor at least not in the traditional sense. Sure, those eyes that seemed to forever crash against the shore, did slowly crawl across her flawless skin. Yes, even the heart rate quickened, but it remained hidden below the expensive cloth of jacket and shirt. It was not the leer of a dock worker. It wasn’t even one that was merely for gratification.
It was a ritual.
Before the eyes of her new Master she bathed, acknowledged that while memories could be saved, the present forever sought to burn away the past.
Click.Click.Tap.
Already had he circled once in that silence as layer after layer was removed, and perhaps the indifference (or attempted indifference) would once again merely make her feel like a horse at market. These things mattered not, for all things that were William’s were William’s. The plot point of this little development in his mind was simply that.
“I have given my word and so have you Vivian…”
Click.Click.Tap.
Voice that had been prime, powerful, directed enough to usher around a man to which William calls a monster, but now it was hushed and conspiratorial. It was like a secret only between them, and meant to stay that way.
Could she feel it? Could she feel that thing bound in ice water chains within him. Could she hear the crashing madness of the typhoon ever so close to the docks? Could she hear loud cracks of thunder and monsters being born in downpours? Water, blue, liquid, cold, drowning, deep, endless….dark. Could she feel it? Could she feel the thing just behind his blue eyes?
Click.Click.Tap.
Now standing directly before her, not a single one of his fingers ever having been misused to break the deal. Undress, that was it. What was it that he said about Brak? Ah yes, the monster keeps his word. Seems this one does as well.
Did Vivan look away? Did she turn her eyes down? Or would she catch him looking at her face, the curve of her cheek, the slope of her neck, the curve of her side contoured by her breast. Did she know that he noted the flawless skin? The nervous nature to her scent? It wasn’t just sexual gratification that his mind noted. It was meat, bone and muscle. It was the nervousness. It was her toes, hair, lips, eye lashes.
William kept to the deal, and was looking at exactly what he had inherited in every detail.
“Tomorrow morning, we will return, and an early lunch will be served at eleven. You will attend, sup with us, and then you will spend some time with Mister Weaver. While you may dress your room or study as you see fit, the clothing you shall present to the others is of importance.”
Again his eyes turned from the casual glance to Vivan one would have while simply conversing, and it dug across her once more.
“I will leave it to him what to make, but I doubt you will be washed in my awful blue. I would think of him to make something red to compliment your tortured hair, but as always I leave the experts to their work.”
Left hand was lifted outward, only to be drawn in, and the half bow at the waist was as honorable as one would give a Queen or Princess. His eyes though, and that thing just below the surface was there… The two of them never took their single set of eyes off of this beautiful woman to which they now owned.
“It has been a pleasure Vivan, if you can manage it may your dreams be sweet and your bed be warm.”
Without further ado, the man turned upon the shiny glossed heel of shined shoes, and opened the door that lay now behind him. The fading day outside breathed hair as it was allowed in by the action, and with only a single glance over the shoulder at the woman… the sole occupant of this house filled with ghostly memories.
She could hear him even though that thick door between them as he closed it. Could hear that sound trailing off into the distance, and somehow, as if there was a perfume of it on him…
Vivan would know William was thinking of her.
Pausing now at the end of the graveled drive, William turned, pebbles grinding against his shoes as he stood near the carriage. Looking up and over the face of the manor, and gazing at the highest point of it.
This man did not believe in God. This man did not believe in the Devil. This man only believed in what was possible, and what he had planned?
Well that was just possible enough to work.
William entered the carriage, and was driven to town to join his men."
497,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-25T07:18:00,QueenMer,"Click. Click. Tap.
It was constant as he moved around her. It was a sound ingraining into her mind, each step as he circled her.
Click. Click. Tap.
It was starting to match her heart beat. It battered against her chest, pumped the anxiety through her veins. She had to remember to breath, it felt impossible to keep her hands at her sides when all she wish to do was shield her flesh from his gaze.
She would wonder what he thought, she had never been left to think of one might think of her. It chipped at her ego with every step.
Click. Click. Tap.
He was before her, she lifted her chin to meet his gaze, to try and stand strong against the tidal waves as if she was not afraid of drowning. He would see the way her chest heaved, the dilation to her eyes as she felt like she was on the edge caught between fight and flee. She settled for freezing, keeping her feet in place. She wouldn't move, she couldn't show any more weakness then she had. Not to him, not to anyone now. She was alone.
Vivian's lower lip rolled, catching between her teeth as he finally spoke. He was casual as if she was still fully dressed before him. He told her the plans for the next day, she would be expected to step out of her hole and be seen socializing with him again. She would rather stay behind her locked doors until she could fully come to terms with what is now her realighty.
She couldn't help but to admit that his own poke at his color somehow relieved some of the tension she felt in her shoulders. It seemed William had a small sense of humor though she was certian she did not want to test how far that humor could go.
His hand lifted and split second she tensed thinking he might try and touch her but he ended in a bow. It was clear she did not understand the change in his attitude, she could not take comfort in his words. Even wolves could make a sheep feel safe, she had no intent to be devoured by the man.
She would nod her head a little to him but not bring herself to say another word. She would not wish him a goodnight.
Click. Click. Tap.
The sound would fill the empty space as he walked away. The door sounded solid as it closed behind her leaving her truly alone.
At last the panic settled in, her hand flew to her chest as she crumbled to her knees on the cool stone beneath. This was her new future? A man who kept monsters under his thumbs, she could only imagine it took an even worse monster to gain respect from such a man.
This was her Master now.
Angry tears filled her emerald eyes, her hands rose quickly as her palms worked to wipe away the hot liquid. She just felt so frustrated, any sense of control she had thought she had had been undone with every button of her dress.
She would sit there for sometime trying to gain control of her feelings, her chest was tight, it felt hard to breath as her mind whirled. She could remember the feeling of being inspected as a child.
""Alright batch C, you are to go out to the courtyard. Its exercise time.""
That's what they would call it, exercise time. It was time for an inspection, someone was here to take a child away. It always left the small child with a sense od dread but she could not recall ever knowing anything else. She as in Batch B, a collection of children from 6-9, the female batch. There was only 13 of them, one of them had been the small girls friend but she had been claimed in the last culling. You always wanted to believe wherever you went would be better then here, stuffed into a room. They weren't starve at least, they weren't beat for bruises with appreciated by the clients that were brought in. Each girl was unique in their own way, be it the color of their eyes, their hair, or their skin. They liked to offer choices.
They would get dressed in thier fine clothes and make their way down stairs. Usually there would be a gathering of inspecting eyes at the bottom. The girl's were instructed to keep their gaze down, they weren't allowed to see who might own them if they were decided upon. The little girl couldn't help but glance up, her vibrant gaze met with deep blue pools.
Vivian took a breath and settled herself.At least she was alone in the house and there was no other to mock at her exposed flesh. There was no getting the dress back on by herself. She gathered her things and did a walk of shame to the Master Bedroom. She collected the key from the dress and at last slipped into the one space she had truly hoped to claim.
The door swung open with a familiar creak, directly before her bed. It looked so welcoming and she moved forward towards to fall onto the satin sheets. They were red, she had admire the color and her Master had told her it was because it reminded him of her. When she was younger and had greatly warmed up to her kind new owner, she had wanted to lay in bed with him like children do with parents.
To her, her master always had trouble saying no. It had been last weakness in life, he had a standing to uphold and could never display the affection he had show to Vivian to any other. She was a pet, not a person, this somehow made it acceptable in his mind to spoil her.
Of course Vivian had started to become woman and the man had been a stop to such things.
The ginger spilled onto the bed, hitting and sending up a cloud of her Master's aroma. The old scent, it clung to the fabric. She buried her head into it and breathed deeply. She didn't want to move from here, she wanted to lock the doors and deal with William breaking in; however to do would make her act of stripping useless. She felt frustrated again. There was a groan as she rolled to her side to peer at the bedside table. There was her book, she would read while she sat quietly in here but beside that was ornate hairbrush. She could still see her red locks tangled in the teeth of it.
Every Night before Master would brush her hair, he adored stroking the flames and she found it so comforting. She missed the feeling, she had cut her hair short in a symbolic act. She frowned recalling William's comment on her hair cut, she knew it was bad.
She knew she would have to get up, gather the things she wanted from here and steal them back to her room. Her room wasn't far, she sat up on the bed and peeked to the right. The door there lead to her room, the door on the left was the bathroom.
She would be too close to William for comfort.
She pushed herself off of the bed, she wanted to put clothes on and decided she would take advantage of the room fully. She slipped into her Master's closet, she decided on one of his button up. It was his favorite, he wouldn't say so but when there was nowhere to go it was the same shirt he would adorn. It was grey and smooth to the touch. Once dressed she reached for the shirts on the hanger and leaned into them inhaling deeply. She would take a few of these.
There was also a watch, one Master saw to the care of. It was a pocket watch, she would have no trouble claiming this as well but this did little to ease the lost of this room. It wasn't the items, it was the moments, the scent that filled the room and wrapped her up in a sense of safety. She didn't want to let it go.
She took back her hair brush before setting to the task of collecting all the books she gather in the corner of the room. Across from the bed, by the door was a lounge she had spent much time on and had even fallen asleep on multiple times. She would miss its soft padding.
The pillows came last and she felt exhausted by the end. She was in her room now, spilling onto her bed. If one did not look at the walls they would find the room to be rather white but there was no over looking the walls. She had painted a forest on one, pine trees that went from floor to ceiling. Another wall carried the ocean on its grain, a choice she now regreted as she peered at it. She had slaved over the other walls, fields of flowers. It had taken years and many sighs from her Master. He had accepted it, she enjoyed it, her decorated cage.
""Angelica! Ang-"" There was an echo and she remembered she was alone again. She frowned as her hand drifted across her stomach. She was hungry, she would have to feed herself. She huffed in annoyance, why did he have to fire everyone so quickly.
She would be forced down the hallways and to the kitchen. At least the pantry was stocked, she couldn't cook complex things but she could make sandwich and take as much fruit as she liked. Satisfied she would return to her room for the night, soaking in a bath before laying in bed.
She had thought this would be fine, she could handle the night alone but the house was too quiet, empty. She did not like being alone, she didn't want to acknowledge it but it was quite true. She would not sleep well but instead be caught in a dream that felt like it would not end.
He was circling her, like a whirlpool, blue blurred on blue, and an endless cycle.
Click. Click. Tap.
It was simple to say Vivian did not sleep well. She awoke at the first noise, the sound of the door opening, life spilling in. She almost wanted to rush out and greet them like an excited dog left by itself too long. She instead lay there in bed and considered how she would get ready by herself. She did not have many dresses that did not require assistance and it was her last day to wear black before William decided on what she would wear.
She at last found a dress, a cloth that wrapped around her and was tied into place by simple black strings. She made sure to double knot them not wanting any straying hands to pluck a knot free and unravel her outfit. She would pause at the mirror to frown at her own haircut. He had made her self conscious.
She did her make up, she had been taught to never over do it. Simple was beautiful to her Master but then again Vivian had a natural beauty to her. She waited, eyeing the clock and wondering if there would be a knock. She would refuse to be summoned and at 10:30 she would finally venture out into the world.
She still had the key to the Master bedroom. It was still locked, she knew William would want the key but she couldn't simply leave it unlocked for any brute to go through.
She stepped out and felt the eyes on her right away. She kept her gaze forward off of any man and began to make her way down the hallways and to the kitchen."
498,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-26T04:21:00,FNP,"Ah the kitchen, a place of silver, cast iron, and such lovely aromas. Bacon sizzled, toast roasted, eggs sputtered… Oh, but sweet joy! That was not all. There was beef, there was chicken crisp or dry, there was ham… Oh and we didn’t forget salads, carrots, green beans. No sir ma’am or other, we didn’t forget a thing!
She spun a pancake into the air, while turning to crack another egg upon the edge of cast iron. Beautiful in motion, a dancer in play not in routine, and every motion expressive, exact, trained. Music, spun upon the edge of memory only, and the humming voice offered a delicacy only matched by the percolation of coffee.
This was not Snow White, the items did not sing for her as if she was Belle, but instead it was the woman who was intune with them. A sausage rolled only to hiss at a new side, a salad chopped with the deadly knowledge of knife work, and the oven tipped open with a ghastly heated breath to allow her a brief graceful bow to check on rolls.
Potatoes were mashed, gravy was stirred, and every moment every step was without flaw.
The woman’s face turned, only a flash of edges of her expression or features. A hooked nose that looked royal and hawkish. Hair a delicate gold that was spun long, and hid away the finer details of her face. A single eye, one that glinted a color that was not… right… turned towards her in that ballet step with one leg stretched out. Only now noticing the audience.
A leap, a bound, a half slide of slippered feet that did indeed hold the footwear to which such a display should be. Ballet slippers, pink, the tips worn and flat. Though never mind that, the lady now was before the newcomer, her head bowed so long strands of golden hair hide away all features. The woman was there just to serve, and with a voice to match such a task. It was meek, mouse-like, and quiet against the rattling orchestra that was now left attending behind her.
“My lady? What may we… I.. make for you?”
Not a movement, not a tick, or breath. Like a clockwork toy who had run out of steam, the image of the bowed woman was almost set in a mold. Not even a strand of her hair moved where a normal person breathing would have betrayed her.
There was simply nothing, nothing but that voice from lips that the woman hid below that mop of gold hair.
“Oi! Is that her? Daaarrrlllinnnggg…”
A voice from outside that was sweet as a bouquet of fresh cut roses, and one which had the softened kiss of a lover. The man strolled in, his lithe fashionable limbs draped in all the finest fabrics. Oh, it wasn’t blue, no.. It was purple, it was garish, it was fabulous and he damn well knew he dressed the part.
Black shoes clicked against the kitchen floor as with a flourish Mr Weaver entered the room. The smile on his face said he was in a good mood, and the half wink that seemed to be the cute little squint of his eye, made him look like he was up for anything.
“William didn’t do you justice!”
The tone sounded praising, a slight little wiggle of his fingers towards her as lips pursed in sour look.
“Or maybe he did… Weneedto fix that hair though.”
“Mistress Vivan is currently thinking about what food she wishes for Mr Weaver. Perhaps you could come back another time?”
The almost mechanical woman who had yet to breath spoke with the first time an alteration to her voice. Annoyance, clear dislike for the man of silks and fabrics. So much was the power there, there was a twitch, her right arm spasming in that still bowed position. A ticking sound in her throat, like that of a cog caught by another, and suddenly the strange woman was off in a swirl of her maids dress.
Like a whirlwind, she spun out across the kitchen, tending to everything in the elegant dance of strange madness. Pancakes flipped, waffles flopped onto plates, bacon, meats, cheeses, set into serving place. It was only a moment as she passed through, until at last again out of steam the girl bowed with precion before Mistress Vivian.
Arms had been crossed over his attire, and perhaps Vivian thought for sure it had been purple. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but at the moment it was trimmed silver, a black underlay. The colors of shielded displeasure.
“When you’re done dealing with this…” The man looked the other servant up and down before turning his nose up and away while speaking to the woman. “.. come see me. We… well… we will fix… all of this…” Little index finger wagging along the entire outline of the woman.
Yesterday, activity happened the moment the doors opened, today it was the same. Large lumbering brutes moving things, putting things up, taking things away. Conversations mixed with clatter of dishes. Mr Weaver who now took up a violin from possibly a table, or had it laying near by? Surely he did not just reach into his jacket and pluck it. Weavers are things of strings, yes, but only Spiders can produce such silks.
Like the woman of pots pans and clock work motions, it was not fighting to overpower the noise, but rather it stepped up beside it. It used the bangs of hammers as drums and heartbeats. It used the conversations and tenor and bass. Mr Weaver played in tune, among and within them. It was a soft melody, nothing rowdy to raise workers at this time. It was gentle, accepting, and warm.
Yes, it all happened in a moment, all of this. William was clearly a man who did things his way, and his way wasn’t waiting around. Workers bustled, woman danced, Weaver played, and suddenly Vivian was a part of it.
Her wrist was grabbed suddenly, and the man knew she would tense. So he curled his arm around her, to pull her to his pace. His strength was to easily move her, without crushing such a delicate bird to his breast. Without consent, knowledge or understanding… Vivan had become part of the dance inside of his arms.
Hair was pulled back a bit, dark, well maintained, but the length of it seemed to annoy the man as with free hand he brushed it back over his ear. Eyes that didn’t know if they wanted to be stormy or calm moved with only the image of her in their reflection, gentle smiles on his gentle lips.
The lips that lowered themselves beside her ear, so they could brush ever near, and the heat of his breath could be felt.
“And how are you today Dear Pet?”
Reaching out suddenly, spinning her like a top upon the thread of his own arm, and before where he had been behind her, now they were face to face. There was no Click Click Tap No bargaining. No threat. Merely his plans in action, and this morning meals dance."
499,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-26T20:20:00,QueenMer,"Vivian nearest the kitchen and her nose twitched at the rich scent of food. This was not Olga's cooking, the old woman had seemed to have come with the house. She was stiff and stern as she could be with Vivian, never pleased when the red head stole a cookie. She was a good cook but the smell in the air was more than a simple brunch, it was rich, lively, sizzling and tugging at her stomach. She had only made a sandwich for herself the evening before, her stomach demanded more. Vivian found herself curious as to who was cooking in the kitchen. She turned the corner and stepped in ready to greet the team of people who must be-
There was one single form, their hum tangling with the sizzle of the meat, the hiss of the aroma, the scrapping of pans on burners without hands to guide them. Her green eyes tried to find the source of some invisible strings by the items of the kitchen dancing to the rhythm of a single orchestrator, golden locks swirling in a whirlwind wife.
Vivian had never seen anything like it. She felt herself tense as she was spotted, the dancer swept across to her before criming in a bow, she bent at the hips in a sharp manner, like a puppeteer resting their hands for a moment.
""Oh well..."" She wasn't sure what to make of the woman, was she well? Was this normal? Vivian knew she lived in a bubble, her world left to what her Master wished to share and the man had a reputation for being a purest stuck in old ways, she was not one to interrupt this. He had not shared anything about people who danced in the kitchen, and meals that prepped themselves. Her gaze had barely left the woman and drifted to the pots when another voice added itself to the mix.
""Daaaarrrrlllliiiinnnng.""
It floated in from behind her, the clicking of shoes followed. A man strided in with the proud pompus of a peacock, a small and a wink that made the poor woman so unsure what was happening. Her gaze could barely drift back to the woman still broken at the hip and slung forward.
*Yesterday had started with her drowning in blues, gasping for air, fighting to keep her head above water and standing her ground. This moment was something else, she felt like for a moment she was deep in the garden, lost in the flowers. The sizzling of the kitchen echoed the buzzing of the bees. She was small and lay in the cool dirt staring up at the hydrana's, the smell of lavender in the air. A small spider was crawling up the stem to find a home in the flower petals, a golden bee dancing above in search of sweet pollen to make a meal of. *
Vivian was pulled from such daydreams as the man suddenly commented on her hair. She frowned, her left hand fluttering up behind her head feeling the slightly longer strain. She worried that trying to cut it herself would only worsen the chop job. It had symbolic but she already felt like she missed her long locks. It seemed the golden bee beside her also did not like the spider but his arrival seemed to spring her back into action, startling the ginger and making her jump. She took a step back, her heart was in her chest again as she watched the bee dance around seeing each flower, checking it pollen.
The kitchen had never seemed so... Alive. Master liked everything in its place, life had a rhythm built around her Master's will. He liked an orderly home, this seemed to have no order.
The woman buzzed back to her only to deflate at the hips once more. ""Um..."" her lips parted but for once she was at a loss of words as she stepped back. Her gaze had darted back to the man, she was certain her eyes had not deceived her, the clothes upon had been vibrant purple before. His finger wiggled at her and she found a huff forming in her chest, This would be the man who stripped her of her black.
The moment rushed in, the chaos expanded at the door open and the home came to life. A violin filling the air as the air exploded with a musical rhythm. A hand caught her wrist and there was a gasp as she was tugged against a chest,Its him, she simply knew, who else would, who else had the rich smell to him like William. Her head tilted back, hitting his chest as she peeked up at the man who towered over her, his head lowered and her face quickly looked forward as if fearful he would take advantage of her exposed features. She felt her cheeks grow dark as his warm breath triggered a shiver down her spine.
He twirled her to the rhythm, even as he led, her toes held her own. She had taken dance but the only partner she had were instructors. She had never danced with others, swayed to an unorthodox band. She wanted to believe the feeling she had was anxiety, not excitement. How could she find joy when she stayed in mourning but for a small moment it was fun. Her dress lifted a bit with the twirl, she had not expected it but she had enjoyed the discovery.
For a moment she moved with him, her gaze catching him. It took a moment to catch herself, realize what she was doing. She fought the beat inside of her and tried to still in his grasp. It felt like she was breaking an old rule from the last reign.
""William,"" she peeked past his arm at the woman. She wanted to ask questions, they with thick in her throat but she swallowed them down refusing to not seem knowledgeable. ""Will it always be so.. lively with you here now?"" It was the best way to put it, she was young but being raised in a home of elders had taught her to restrict some impulses."
500,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-27T04:26:00,FNP,"Storm was there, it always was, never did a single spec of that color ever seem to want to be still in his eyes. Perhaps that is why the steady, solid, blue cloth. Maybe it was a firmness to which never was capable of being placed to those eyes of Williams. Maybe...maybe...maybe… there was a lot of that word.
Maybe that was a slight smile at the edge of his lips as the question was offered towards him. Maybe that was a surprised look that was mixed in there. Maybe he was thrilled by the casual way to which he was now addressed. Maybe that was a flick of anger at the casual way in which he was now addressed. Maybe…
There was a theme here, one in the underlying terms of groundwork beforehand. Things not forcing, but rather falling into synchronicity. As if those who chose that path of life had found a way, this however was not one of those followers. Again, William pulled his arm to hold her closer, to keep her close, and to have his storm licked eyes set against Vivian’s gaze.
“In two months, we will have an additional home. In three months, we shall throw a grand celebration. In four? Well, the fourth one will be interesting.”
William did not work into the nooks and crannies of the world, and flow between them like the tides. Nor was it a soft gravity of a moon that unseen could be felt. No, William was a force unto himself in a way the two other gentle spirits who passed nearby the lifeline of the Dear Pet. There was no tune, no harmony, he overrides it with so much as a flick of hand. The moment broken, the dual nature of the man on display not only in the way his eyes flicked today, cloud capped and lightning soaked, but also in the sudden dismissal of the fairytale around him.
As if on cue, the clockwork motions of the Chef turned, whirled and before a blink a plate stacked with bacon, eggs, and toast was laid within William’s waiting hand. Not a word needing to be spoken, needs anticipated, the strange woman managed to once again bow, waiting without so much as a glimpse of her face being seen.
And that was that for William at the moment. A simple, gentle, kiss without hesitation to the Pet’s forehead. A half whispered, half teasing, half serious set of words before he simply turned and moved off to handle whatever plans were in motion.
“Behave yourself.”
Music fades with the lowering of bow, and of course that where the violin was before. Mister Weaver set it with surprising care there down against the wall out of the way of foot traffic. A mix of gold, pink gold, and a dark...yes… blue swirled in a pattern that didn’t seem to make sense upon his suit. Confusion, worry, or another emotion displayed upon every bit of thread work that the man wore.
-Why wear shoes if no one is going to pay attention to them?- That would be along the lines of what Mister Weaver would say if asked why he walked with a click of hard leather against the ground. Slightly elegant sway of body spoke of dancing as easily as Chef did, but there was perhaps power being that sound. Maybe…
Anyway, back to the fabulous peacock as he had been described from time to time.
“Alright, that’s enough, come here honey, let's have a good look at you.” Those lips twisted words with honey and milk, promised that they tasted like no others. Ah, a burden to bear, but such was the wonderfully torturous life of Mister Weaver.
“Can I tell you a secret sweetie?” Weaver leaned forward, and smelled of cinnamon.
The Chef twitched in her odd way, waiting for the next order in cut string proposal of servitude, it was a signal of agitation like that one of before. In response Weaver lifted his hand into a claw like motion, and made a cat hiiisss… while scratching at the air once. Turning back to Vivian, that smile was back.
“This, all of this?” Same index finger as before motioned around them. “Is happening, even if you or even I don’t like it, and dressing like the little orphan down the street with no money isn’t helping anybody. Dressing like you're favored by William though…” A slow little shrug of delicately framed shoulders beneath his suit.
“Might just give anyone a second thought.”
Clean shaven chin rested suddenly upon Vivian shoulder, sleeve of conspiratorial colored reds like her hair reached forward to point to towards the workers. Brutes, dock workers, ogres… look how careful that finger said without a word. Things not meant to be gentle, not breaking anything, and all because why? Because they werehis.
“So, how about we fix you up, feed you, and give them something to second guess? They…” That sleeve pulled away, as did that cinnamon scent as he leaned back. “.. aren’t the only things The Lord deals with.”
Strange, did you catch that? There was an odd flicker to that note of name. Not William, but The Lord. As if they weren’t the same thing. Fear was there too, trembling that cord as clear as a violin. Weaver didn’t like the words… didn’t like them one bit.
“What does Mistress Vivian wish for su….food?” The Chef dancer repeated, no agitation for her. No, so that begs the question then, what ever did that pigment shifting fellow do? He touched the spice rack. That’s right. Fucking bastard strolled right in here, messed with her god damned dance…
Shoulder twitched of the Chef just maybe."
501,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-27T05:52:00,QueenMer,"The man spoke in terms of we, he had a grand plan laid before him, before them. She would assume he spoke of we in the terms of those bustling around him. She looked curious, two month a new home? Would he have her move from these hallowed walls. It was but frightening to imagine but she had never been outside the walls for long. What was the world truly like, what would he have to celebrate? Her mind swirled with questions that left her tongue tied. How could she ask anything of him, she felt like she had to be on edge in this new world. What did things cost, she had learned first hand, the evening before, things had a price.
He kept her close, she could feel his every breath. Her hands had pressed to his chest as if they might manage to push him away if she needed to. She was in the outer rim of the whirlpool, she might manage to learn to swim before she was sucked too deeply.
""A celebration?"" Her gaze had lit up at the thought. She had never been allowed to attend such things, she had read stories of dancing into the night but to do it herself?
The moment was broken, food was held up by the chef. It seemed William to have some sense of order, at least from those who served him. She had been peering at the bacon when his lips caught the tip of her head, he was pulling away making one last comment that left her huffing. She now wished to behave more then she did before.
Her hand came to her head to wipe away the feeling of his lips. They were firm and warm just like the rest of him.
Vivian decided to ignore such a sudden thought. It was indeed in the space of her mind, there was another pressing matter that called her attention. Mr. Weaver, it had become quite clear that the man's clothe had an unexpected quality to it. It refused to stay one shade, she had read about creatures deep in the sea, she was sure they were called octopuses though an octopus was no where as fancy as the man who moved with certain ease, every step demanding his attention.
He strolled closer, his sweet scent spilled over all else, making him claim all the senses of those he entrapped in his gaze. She tried to stand tall, this wasn't possible for her but the heels helps here pretend. She did not look away Mr. Weaver, the buzzing work bee was impatient and thing only entertained the man who played along with it. She wanted to know what his secret was, she listened intent to know the answer. She did not like the one he gave, it made a frown draw at the corner of her lips and her gaze dart away from the scene. She didn't want to acknowledge it, it was he who owned her, would care for her, provide for her. She knew what was to be expected of her in return, what her last master required her company.
That and nothing more. She truly didn't know what use she was otherwise, she couldn't cook, she couldn't clean or weave clothes. She was not strong enough to lift things, she was small and delicate. She would have to face the issue of acknowledging this sooner then later.
""Williams favor..."" She felt like she could display some weakness. ""My last Master was quite aged even when I arrived,"" she admitted, ""he favored silence and compliance, what would William favor,"" she couldn't help but ask.
""Does he expect the same as master? For all he wished was for me to perform and keep him company,"" she admitted.
The chef wanted her order, she glanced at the food. She was hungry, she had forgotten. ""... Could I have pancakes and bacon... Lots of bacon please miss..."" What was her name. She glanced back at weaver, curious, ""and sir, I have plenty of dresses in my closet. I simply am running out of black.""
Perhaps she could find her place in this chaotic rythm, keep her head above water. Did she truly have to struggle to get her way?"
502,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-28T04:34:00,FNP,"The pathways below his boots rang in their old, hollow, and rusted voices. Lantern, oil lit, swayed in its glass case,and cast out the images of dancing shadows from his next step like an exorcism. Drudge, yes, that was a good enough name for him, and for the way he moved. Slow sliding steps, as if to make sure every motion was secure, contending with the possibility of slipping.
They call it the Tangle, but that wasn’t its name but it was as good as any other. A vast network of rusted pipes stretching off into a ruined darkness. Not thousands, no that number was far from sufficient, but multitude. Some the girth of Redwood trees to which never grew in a place like this, and some as thin as a man's smallest finger. Each conduit was of the same color, old work of hammer and fire, and old rust of ages upon ages had grown like moss. The maker was never known, nor would be, for this was the Tangle and it was simply a place to passthrough.
Drudge moved like an expert, neither slow nor fast, letting the lantern lick the way into the endless darkness ahead. None dared to the end ofthis world. None aspired to the left, or right, and certainly none dreamed of going too far up or down. No, to be here was to move sideways. I know… I know… an odd concept to grapple with. Though we know what it is like to move forward, every day pushes us along this ride that one day will end, but there? In that place with endless old metal work, darkness at every angle, there was just that knowing. To be there to movesideways.
Long ago, perhaps what anyone would deem life times ago, Drudge had come to simply ignore that feeling. It had become part of him, just as the air here had.
Hadthat partnot been mentioned? Was there not the warning posts in the road that all is not the same here?
Breathe, go ahead I dare you. Expand your lungs, gulp the world into yourself, and use it to fuel your own being.
Try it until you figure out the truth. Whatever madness pulled fiery metal from smith, hammered with a hard hammer head, and forged the network of these pipes… rejected the notion of breathing entirely.
The darkness that was being held at bay by that lanternwasthe air, and if you dared open your lungs to it … it would breatheyou.This was not a place to take from. This was not a place to live. This was not a place… any kind of place other than one used to passthrough.
How many times had it taken him to learn that breathing was not required here, and in fact hurtful? It was counter intuitive, something we do the moment we come out of the womb, and yet sure enough it's enough to simply… stop. There was no burning pressure one would experience in other places. No spots to run through vision. Those who traveled, traveled sideways, and needed no other breath till a new flow of reality once more pushed them forward.
That meant no talking, even though theouttherewanted to talk to Drudge.
It happens from time to time. Soft fairy voices suddenly from the left or right, against the ear or a few feet away, and many had fallen victim to the surprise of it. They were childish, possibly not even meaning to cause harm, but that didn’t mean they didn’t. As if evendience to this, the man paused to let the lantern do a full sweep of the area which was merely six feet wide. Old blood stained, dried, crusted, and smeared off the edge. The divot at the center of the impact told Drudge that it came from…
Eyes of green tilted themselves upwards out of human instinct, as if even his oil hungry lantern could reach farther than ten feet. Somewhere, where Drudge could not see, someone had slipped, tumbled into this traveler's layer of darkness, and met an end here. Next, Drudge leaned to the edge of his chosen conduit, like the brave soul that he was not, but alas there was but darkness to greet him there as well.
So, forward… or rather sideways the man went once again without a breath in his breast.
What did you see?
Where are you going this time?
Who are you going to see?
The voice asked, queried, pested, poked, and pried in that childish tone. Yes, it could come from anywhere, but it was always thesamevoice. Male, best guess twelve ish, and it at times quivered like a tantrum was on the horizon. Never once had anyoneseenit, or that Drudge knew, but it was at least athinkingthing. It would rattle off questions, then switch tactics, and almost seem bored and abandon a traveler. No matter what it was, it was out there with Drudge now, asking its questions that the man would never answer.
Drudge never really felt guilty for ignoring what the others called ‘the boy in the shadows’, the man was alwaysjust passing through.
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It was a shame really, for all of his elegance or flair, it would seem Mister Weaver had failed in the gravity of the notion of which he was trying to convey. Long sleeves pulled away and vanished from sight once the woman had turned towards the mechanical thing that was Chef. A whirl, a dervish amidst a holy prayer, now fluid, graceful and elegant, the one who works wonders in the kitchen danced in the process. It was distracting, dazzling, and somehow predatory. Perhaps a bee, but one that knew how to defend the hive as well.. Even at the cost of her own life.
Take a moment… Turn attention behind Vivan. Look at the man who might be a spider for a moment.
It was that intense look on Weaver's face that was troubling the most, a long delicate finger, and you know the nail was shaped, tapped upon his lower lip. A worried tone perhaps shivered through the silks he wore. Poor girl didn’t quite understand, did she?
Expect the same? Poor thing was simply naive in all of this.
Tap.Tap.Tap. This time it wasn’t shoes, walking stick, or even a noise. Mister Weaver was thinking, sending those small jolts of vibration into himself in an odd little habit of thought, and only now was it clear just how much clothing could chameleon. Reds, yellows, oranges, blues, pinks, purples, teal, aqua… every name for a hue danced with every name for a pattern. It was a pulse of chaos, ripples of thought lightning fast, crashing against the netted webs of inspirations.
That’s enough of that though. Advert your gaze. Mister Weaverhasto keep some mysteries does he not?
So this Tap. Tap. was a sound, two steps taken forward, and Mister Weaver proudly presented his artwork as Chef loaded hers into Vivan’s hands… on a plate of course. Chef liked Vivian so far, she didn’t fuck with her dance.
Long, sleek, elegant. It clung a bit to her hips, but the rest was stylish comfort. Black, a color deeper, somehow richer, and fresher than the hue Vivian wore at the moment was lined in silver like that of her new Masters. Delicate touch that held the dress up by the shoulders so it could dangle at her height, the fabric light as a feather catching the light. Follow the curl of it, how easy it moved. Oh, but Mister Weaver doesn’t do simple things, andsimply black?No sir, not this handsome devil. Black of course was much too simple, even if the detailing of silver was masterful… but we’ll get to that in a moment. The black, at the very edge of the light seemed to ripple that liquid blue ofWilliambefore being hidden away deeper than ink saturation. It was a mere suggestion of passing color, and a reminder for any who look at her.
Ah, right! The silver part! Let’s not forget about that!
With a flourish the Weaver turned it about to show the more prominent work upon the back, though it was upon every edge, every opening, glimmer, bright, sterling as if metal itself.
A tangle of thorns to guard her, their edges looking like razors though as soft as petals to the touch. They trimmed the hem, wove branches like about the wrists, it was upon the back to which Mister Weaver was showing that they had taken root. As if with them, holding them, guarding them were two objects clear and precious. An open book one could swear they could almost read, and a hair brush that even Vivian might be tempted to grab in confusion. This is where she came from.
“Hmmm…”
The Weaver pursed his lips, suit of contemplative almost umber hue upon him, as he held up this newest creation squinting through one eye towards Vivian.
“It will do for now. Now, for your hair, are you sticking with red?”
A background note? A bit of staging if it is permitted? Those brutes, big old dock workers that possibly could be described as ogres or trolls? Several of them lumbered by and passed an open door to the kitchen, large sacks of… something bulging at the cloth passed by. One of them shiftered their weight, an almost merry jingle of something metal inside… but don’t mind it one bit. That’s just in the background. Nothing would be noticed of course, not when Weaver had the spotlight.
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Teak, mahogany, fancy rare woods were all the rage for people with money. Book shelves or other ways of flexing power, desks, chairs, began to refresh the house in their absence of perception. Not from William’s though. Oh, while the man ate walking, attention ticked over details with a careful glee that seemed uncontrolled and unlikehim. William always presented himself as focus, goal oriented, but there was something so very serpentine andgreedyabout some of the ways glance met possessions.
Did it delight or nauseated him?
“Boss, Drudge is ‘ack ‘ain” The lead brute called to William in a gruff tone, and hearing Brak talk caused William’s mood to shift slightly. Loyal, humble, hard working, poor bastard.
Brak had been jailed since a young age, true, became a hard man from a young boy. William did not lie. Though it hadn’t been Brak’s crime. Piss off the wrong people by beating up their boy? Well, Brak learned fast you don’t do that.
True, the bastard did glance up and down at The Pet, but was it lust? Yes, some of that, but confusion as well.
He might end up feeling a sense of kingship. Prisoners do that. Yes, they do.
Blue stormy eyes narrowed at the back of Brak’s head as the larger man turned away, soft blue fabrics that William wore suddenly seemed to glint off the light. It was a trick of the eye, sure, yup that’s it. Almost made it look like scales for a moment there.
Drudge, well...drudged into the room, a slight tilt of his head in acknowledgement of the passing Brak. Meek of stature, the man in full height was only five ten. Green eyes, solid as emerald stone, and with black hair hung to his chin. That odd way of walking had followed him out of the Tangle, that almost dragging of his feet as if he had become accustomed… far too much so… to the habit of it.
Lips were pulled tight like a scared child, but they parted slightly in the remembrance to breath. Yes, it was also safe to speak, and the voice was meek, deep despite the slight madness of nervousness that clung to him like a perfume.
“Why am I here? I don’t work foryou.” A glance here or there, the tone was verging on disrespect, but it was clear the only fear in Drudge’s mind wasn’t the Man of Blue.
William took a moment, nodded slightly, and procured the napkin near his right hand from his meal and wiped the corners of his mouth before speaking. Careful, that ice that was below the waves to let the thing out was cracking.
“No Drudge you do not. None of the others do either, and I don’t want you to. I want you to work for yourselves.” William stated matter of factly.
The green eyed one looked skeptical, uncharacteristic unsure shuffle of feet giving away his confusion.
“I know who you went to see yesterday, Drudge.” Again, just that voice, command of knowledge, indisputable from William. “And you know I have her just in the other room. In fact I’ll introduce you.”
Click. Click. Tap.
William had taken up that resting walking stick nearby, walking towards the shorter man, and though Drudge was in truth the smaller of the two… William dwarfed him now. It was almost as if the man was unfurling, growing, sweeping wide wings of that blue outwards… almost as if fairy tales could be true.
“I think it’s time we all made a deal.” Those words are knowing, planned, calculated… by William in his drowning blue."
503,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-29T03:54:00,QueenMer,"There was so much in this world beyond the metal gates of this estate. There was a world rich in more, twisted in shadows and blooming with life as the world should. However the ginger world was a bubble, a small bubble that only existed here. Before she had existed in another house and even that memory could be dull. For her all she knew was that without a master she would find herself back at another house and locked behind the door gathering dust. Her current world seemed more than big enough. There were plenty of rooms in this building and for many years she had not been forced to just one. The estate fanned out, there were gardens to explore, koi to feed, they had tried peacocks but they had a knack for screaming how they felt. Would Mr. Weaver be the same? The gardener did keep chickens, the arrival of these small wing creatures had taught her a handful of unexpected lessons at the ripe age of 11.
The chicken's ate the worms off the plants. This was useful, they provided eggs which were delicious. They looked cute when they were young, put to work when they menstruated. They plucked at you, they chased you, no one got close because they were not pets. You didn't get close to things that weren't pets so when they no longer had a use it didn't bother anyone to give their flesh one final dedication to their servitude and feast on them. Vivian had known before this that her Master was important and good to her but after thought had dawned on her one day she found herself taking the task of being an appealing pet to her master more seriously.
She had forgotten such a moment but it drew back on her as she peeked past the man and to the chef cracking her eggs and preparing the meals.
Still, deep down, it felt like a betrayal to do the same for her new caretaker.
Her attention was back on Mr. Weaver whose clothing were changing, a waterfall of colors that could be memorizing as much as it could be startling. She wondered what had him in such a tizzy, he was tapping on his lips, ticking away his thoughts. She was left to wonder how it worked, his clothing. It was spectacular how it reacted to him like a mood cloth. How much of this world did she not know, so much, so many beyond her bubble that were incredibly different. Was it wrong to be a bit excited about all she might learn with William as her Master.
The chef was back, her gaze drawn to the golden pancakes, sticky and sweet. The bacon looked crisp just the way she liked. She took the plate and glanced about spotting the wooden table in the corner that the previous chef would use for prepping and late night card games. She neatly took a seat and no sooner had she bit into the bacon that Mr. Weaver came upon her. From some magical place he had produced a dress, as to how she was quite uncertain. She stared at it hard for a moment, silent as she took in the fabric.
This, like his own clothing, managed this unnatural trick of the eye. The color was not it was but it was as she saw it in that moment. It was beautiful, and though she had much fabric in her closet it could not hope to touch on the artist craft that laid before her. She wanted to touch it, to feel it but then he turned it. She frowned, startled, almost upset as she saw the brush ingrained in the fabric. How was he to know?
The appeal was lost as she recalled the hands that had held the brush, had cared for her. She recalled the lonely feeling she had been left with in the weeks following as she waited for the house to fill again. She did not wish to find herself as lonely as she did the evening before. There had no sound in the home, no one to wish goodnight, nothing that sat heavy and dripped into her very being. She was strongly reminded of what she did long for, the comfortable feeling of sitting there, a brush running through her hair as she was cared for.
She was looking away from the weaver, sitting back down and reaching for the bacon with an angry crunch. ""I will keep my hair its natural color,"" she informed. ""It is the only reason I was chosen as a child and I will not lose it now,"" there was a huff as she reached for another piece of the bacon. She went to bite and then sighed as she calmed herself down. She could be a whirlwind of emotions at time as of late it felt harder to keep them in check. She settled the piece down and tilted her head to peer at the man. She graced a soft and true smile, ""The fabric is quite beautiful, I have never seen any like it but I do not wish to show myself in the fabric in such depth.""
She frowned, her elbow came to the table and she rested her chin upon it. This time it was her turn to tap her fingertips against the counter top.
""It's true though..."" She peered at the doorway from out of the kitchen. ""My master was beyond his years and I am not sure of this one,"" her mind drifted to the evening before, the clothe following from her body, Her cheeks darkened, then there was this morning as he held her close, her cheeks burned now.
""However, Mr. Weaver, you seem to have a keen understanding of the manner. Perhaps you could educate me and I will wear whatever you wish to drape my flesh in,"" she peeked at him again and sat up straight. ""Perhaps you could start by telling me more about William."" She was so curious and at last there were two here, two odd ones, two new creatures she had not met the likes of but two people who could give her some kind of insight and she felt comfortable with."
504,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-08-30T01:07:00,FNP,"""Tell you about William?"" This was a natural question of course, as blind sided as the man was by Vivian, she too by him. Weaver himself seemed startled by this notion, as in this flowforwardin time they were all caught up in the Heir’s tidal pull. As if to suggest the full impact of such a singular thing as the Pet’s query, even Chef did something out of the ordinary.
Head tilted towards not the floor but Weaver, parted blond long hair to uncover but a slice of her features. Hard but beautiful lines of young face, possibly even younger by a hair than Vivan herself, but it wasn’t that which stood out. It was that eye, that one eye that was on display that was… the color of copper. Small gears ticking away in motions as springs and other hidden mechanizm’s work, the orb, for there was no other way of describing it, implanted in the beautiful woman’s skull twitched its attention towards Vivian.
Chef bowed her head once more in the smooth decompression of almost perfection machine work unless she danced. All visage hidden by the drape of almost too perfect blonde hair.
“He..” Tongue fumbled, twisted, and was struck with a poker. A displeased look on the Weavers face passed away into a quick smile as if to hide away something. So easy was his voice, that it seemed odd to simply get a single word out before throat closed, but there were other ways. Yes, don’t you worry now your little head Darling.
“I can not tell the whole of it, none of us can, but if I tell you a story though, you’ll wear the dress? Well. Okay. There we have an accord.”
Hands clapped together twice, and on that second reverberation…
The world was enclosed in shadows, leaving but a voice to touch existence. Sweet, delicate, Mister Weaver was there in guiding tones somewhere in the lack of light. As if in a lovingcocoonthe serenity of it was that of a womb. It was not oppressive but instead cradling to the senses, and freeing to the mind. It was warm, gentle, without any resistance to movement, yet it held every inch of a body with the love that only imagination could have.
In the modern world, the world of science, disbelief and realism, the reaction was that of a sensory deprivation tank. It was a world enclosed within a world. It was a Spider’s web attached, but freeing from the gravity of a world that once Vivan was born to.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy who sat near the waves…”
It was not the whole image to which the shadows were playing upon a distant wall, but instead a performance. Mister Weaver knew no other way but to put on a show. Yet, since Weaver did nothingsimplythe outlines were not simply of shadows, but of representation.
Flowing water, but a suggestion of colors against the distant black wall. Blue swirls filled in the outlines of a man who could only be one person in that color. The words clearly stroked to life with a steady delicate brush of ink stroke, and it could be only the penmanship of Mister Weaver. Those images seemed to be the only thing in existence, the only focus… here in the warm, cradling, cocooned black.
Yet there was that voice, sweet as honey and promising it would be alright in every letter of the words spoken.
The day was overcast, the waves low upon the horizon, and with blue eyes the boy sat upon the pebble beach… just looking out into the ocean. Now, I say boy because his face was youthful, but the truth is numbers are lost now. No one else was around for miles, just him, and the limping man who passed by.
You could swear to him as an angel, bathed in but dim light as if heaven had turned a blind eye. Gaze so lost in the distance that not even a blink seemed to cross that captured image of the horizon. It was William, no more than nineteen, a roundness had still yet to be worn out of his features. Though even then, on that beach, there was something deep below those turbulent eyes of his.
The limping man, pant leg nastily torn, and old blood crusted and dried spoke of deeper damage to skeletal structure. Lithe, perhaps once an elegant suit having seen better days, but the man had strength enough yet. Head was held low and the swollen shut side of the face turned away. The man merely wished to pass along till the path up the side of the cliff could be found. Effort pained the limper, but quietly he moved by William who was lost in that blue.
“Give me his name Mister Weaver.”
Voice soft against the hissing retreat of a wave but it was loud enough to make the limping man pause.
Never had they met face to face, but Mister Weaver knew now who was speaking. It was the melody that took over even the ocean's lapping of tides. It pushed against the moon and stars. It was a voice that was out of the harmony of music that the limping man so adored. An outsider. A stalker. A voice in the dark.
No, they had never met, but Mister Weaver knew a devil’s deal when he heard one.
Turning took effort and effort hurt. So, it was with a wince that was on his face as once more Mister Weaver turned to the boyish figure on the rock. Position hadn’t changed, attention still out there, blue eyes upon blue skies over blue waves.
“And wuf..” Words twisted by swelling, wincing, and pain. “..the payment?”
“I like you Mister Weaver, there is no payment required this time. I merely need you to say his name and stay here for a bit… say... till sunset.”
It was a cold calculated voice coming from an almost unmoving body. It was unnerving to someone like Mister Weaver who every word could be an expression of self. Knowing his name, and obviously knowing how he ended here, William just sat there looking out into the vastness waiting for a name.
Yes, a deal with A Blue Devil it was.
As if betrayed by his own body, lips moved, forming the name before Mister Weaver understood what was happening.
Simple as that, William at last looked at Mister Weaver and nodded.
“I don’t know why I didn’t wait till sunset, I didn’t even really wait long at all. I followed William almost right there and then, knowing I’d be damning myself in the process”
Images dimmed into the calming dark. It coaxed in soft brushes through hair like a mother and child, and sung with soft humming only a parent could match. Vivian belonged here in this cocoon, everyone did, peaceful unity with self and shell.
“I had been led astray… told secret confessions of love… just to lead me to a cliff side. Beaten, broken, bloody, they tossed me off for the tide to take the garbage. Maybe that’s why I found William there waiting for me...”
Mister Weaver didn’t follow William into the Whitmore Manor, feet had been frozen in a mixture, fear, terror, and awe that still the strange young man he’d found on the shore still progressed. Mister Weaver hadn’t been there when the screams began, no, he had remained outside like a coward.
So understand the image next, that thing that was a dragon and not, neither chaos nor shape, laughing, mocking, with a hundred eyes and mouths, was seen through a window. Thank the Gods above, it was only seen through a window.
It only took amoment. So much silence… made in a moment.
No servants inside dusting. No laughter. No feasting. No heartbeats… nothing… Even the air around the building, in which Mister Weaver stood, suddenly felt empty.
Click.Click.Tap.
The young man had gained a new trophy, a silver tipped walking stick.
“I am not so ashamed to say I cried Vivan. I cried for lost loves, for broken hearts, and for all those who felt betrayal. I was changed. Saved. By seeing not a mere shadow of the truth, but the whole… even if from a window.
I followed him from that day on, for he was the first man who I had met with a sense of justice.”
The curtains pulled back their silk, revealing slowly once more the real world. Once more she was no longer within confines that made her feel welcome, an almost addictive feeling, but Mister Weaver fancied himself that anyway.
“Hm, that smells good. “ A small drip on the edge of Vivian’s plate, syrup, was swept away by the elegant stroke of Mister Weaver’s fingertip. It placed the sweet nectre upon his lips and the man winked laying the dress over a chair nearby.
“Now hurry up, eat, and keep your word.”"
505,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-02T03:43:00,QueenMer,"The woman was taken back by the reaction her question caused. It was not just Weaver but the Chef as well. She paused, the golden locks spilling away from her delicate features and for a moment Vivian found herself enamored by the inner working of the clocks, as if the woman was left to watch the world tick away as she danced to it's rhythm. The timepiece was hidden away as she decompressed, her gaze darted to Weaver just in time to catch the look on his face change to a smile as if he was tucking some secret away and wished to distract her. She found herself wondering too much what she could think of this living aberration of color.
The man seemed willing to accept what she offered and before she could be aware his hands had clapped and she had slipped away into a living dream.
The shadows crashed on her, a warm bubble that held her afloat. Colors swirled to life, wrapping around her and splattering against a wall. Weaver's voice was a lullaby as he painted the scene. The ocean, the world beyond her bubble, Williams world. She was enchanted, no longer in herself but in this moment. It seemed to be the story of how Weaver found himself in the company of the man. The moment switched suddenly, it seemed to grow darker. She was leaning into it, watching the young man walk into the house. She felt heart press into her throat, her gaze stuck on the window trying once more to understand what she had seen there. Was it curiosity or fear, wonderment as to what had happened, why it happened. The moment drew to a close, unwrapping her from it's warm embrace and leaving her almost longing for the sensation.
Her mind stayed there, watching William step in, the sounds, the creature in the window seeming to peer back. She shivered, realizing she was cold as she looked upon the artist of the scene. He was smiling, making a comment on her getting dressed. She nodded her head but she didn't feel all there, like a daze. ""Right of course,"" she rose to her feet but even then it didn't feel like she was on the ground.
She would carefully take the dress, certainly to the chefs dislike, she had lost her appetite now that her mind was so full. ""I'll go try it on now,"" she informed before turning to the woman. ""It was good, I will come back,"" she informed before moving to leave the pair behind.
Vivian stepped out into the hallway, she had only made it a few feet when she had to stop and look behind her as a shiver ran up her spine. She had felt like someone had passed her but her green gaze could find no one in the vicinity. She stood there for a moment staring at the empty air, she could have sworn- her mind had to be getting away from her. She was still working off the fumes of Weavers potion, she had yet to fully leave the moment it seemed.
She hurried to her room wanting to leave the feeling behind. After producing the key she slipped into her room. The dress was dropped onto her white bedding and she fell next to it with a sigh. Her gaze was upon the ceiling but her mind was somewhere else.
William. The story did not help her understand her master any more, if any less. Left her wondering if she truly did wish to see the real world. Vivian had always lived in a bubble, she could not remember the time before the home she had been in as a child. She did not recall parents ' childhood, just the repetitive movements of the day, the grounds of the estate. The sky there was always dull, the grass always trimmed and untrampled. There had been a large stone courtyard where,like animals for showing, they would go, always feeling eyes on them.
It was quite in the carriage, the only sound was the trot of the horses and the creek of the wheels. She had wanted to look out but had been afraid of her Master then. She was young and he was a stranger, she feared what might come or perhaps returning her to the home. It was dark in the carriage, she kept catching sparks of sunlight through the curtain. Her small hand reached out to catch one of the beams, entranced by the way it lit up.
""Did you have a name?"" Her master had spoken; it was the first time he had spoken to her and she was left tense and uncertain and how to answer.
""It is up to the master to name us,"" each child in the house a blank slate to be molded as others saw fit.
Vivian closed her eyes trying to recall every detail of her master when he was younger.
It felt like his blue eyes were sizing her up. His hand, aged but firm, took her chin. ""Vivian."" It was the first time she had heard her name but the memory was twisting in on itself, her master was becoming younger, it was William holding her chin. In the moment then, her master had told her there was no reason to look out and that was that but now in this vivid moment it had shifted. ""Go ahead and look out,"" the curtains were pulled back and what felt like a thousand eyes were looking back at her.
Vivian eyes snapped open and she sat straight with a gasp, her hand pressed to her chest. She stared at the forest she painted on her wall but there was no hiding in this flat dimision. She tried to shake the thought from her head as she began to undo her dress.
The dress Mr. Weaver had produced fit perfectly, it was easy to slip on and she found that she did not have to have help to get into this dress like she did many. She would stand in front of the mirror on her dresser and peer at herself, her hand running along the silk fabric. She still felt anxious. Her gaze lowered to the silver hairbrush she had collected from her master's bedroom and placed here for safe keeping. Her hand stroked the cool metal as her mind continued to wander.
What was it really like, outside the gates? Was the world as cruel as it had been portrayed to her this last day.
Now dressed she did what little she could with her hair, she only slightly regretted cutting it off for now she felt like she looked a bit like a torch with her blazing red hair. Satisfied, she left her room and began to make her way downstairs. At first she considered going to the kitchen but as she stood in the entryway she couldn't stop thinking of William. Like she with her previous master, she would find she knew which way to go to find him. She stepped through a doorway, simply knowing he was there. ""William,"" she was already speaking, her words rushing ahead of her. ""Can I talk to you."""
506,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T05:00:00,FNP,"Dear Ma’am, Sir, Reader, or otherwise, I wonder if you have caught on yet? I wonder if you could hearthem yet.
I wonder if you could guess about the conversation inside of a man. I wonder if you could guess about the conversation inside of William.
While warm, comforted, and told stories of days gone by, Vivian was wholly unaware of what transpired just there, passed those doors, around those workers, and right there in that room.
We though dear Reader… We can see it all.
So many, just so many of those people to which tread this path have access to places. Places that are moving sideways, or realms made of silken adoration, or even places that yet have to be dreamed, but these areexternalthings. The world to which all light had been lost, and the place to which now William stands was not anexternal thing at all.
Per usual the man was out of step with the rhythm of the world or theme, and he made his own way.
This place of once isolation now was nearly full. Noise not in gentle lapping of waves, nor in the soft symphony of strings, but in the great world drowning oceans. Teeth gnashed like jack hammers in a duel to the death. Leathery scaly skin rubbed raw against its own coils in tattered ripping of dusty leather. Voice, not by dozens or even hundreds, hummed, rambled, screamed, begged, roared, but made not a single word that could be understood. The endless thing had filled the endless space, left but a haphazard center, of this world itself, empty save for William.
Place, world, dream, imagination, or even fantasy, there was no true label to such a machination as this construct. Though words in the long run werea lot less importantthan people tended to think of them as. It was theeffectthat was more important than genesis. This place was woven together not for lustful nights, travels, or even safety. No, an endless space had been hollowed out of a man for but one purpose alone… to contain something. So, it did quite rightly in fact contain that thing with a multitude of mouths, noises, and madnesses.
Though it also contained a part of the man himself, even with those blue eyes to match.
William, or at least a part of him, held up that hand, and every noise… every motion of this world inside… ceased.
Here, there was no monster behind the glass of ocean depths of William’s eyes. Here the monster was separate, parted, with no power to cause white caps in ocean blues. It spoke with a hundred mouths, saying words together, grinding teeth, gnashing cavities, roaring. As if a thousand madmen devoured a thousand versions of somethingwrong with the world,they somehow coexisted long enough to almost speak in unison.
That part of William could reach out to it, talk to it, and listen to the infection itself that one day would win.
Planned.Calculated.Manifest.
“The Pet was a woman, neither one of us accounted for that.”
Look now Dear Reader, because we are all seeing, all knowing. Look at William, where he stands inside of the room for one moment. Soon Vivian is destined to enter this very place, so take a look around, and look at those. See them there? Thin as a thread, soft as silk, but red as crimson fall sunset. They are woven near the floor so they are ever so hard to notice, and if not pointed out one could miss them.
Follow them around, look about, see how they are almosteverywhere?
I would say that it was a spider but we’ve played our hand at silks. Look instead to the edge of William’s sleeve as he stands almost stock still in almost the center of that space. See it?
Oh, someone would be jealous that someone stole his tricks, but that isn’t quite it Dear Reader. Truth be told it’s time to be let in on a little secret, so come close, and look at those ‘threads’ close.
Remember when Mister Weaver said William changed him? Do you remember how he said it in that almost loving tone?
William had to clear out a lot of himself, breaking the image of self like a pane of glass. It was those parts of himself, those sharp edged, shattered reflections of aspects. That is why… well those close to him are granted who they become to be.
Like an unholy communion, they take parts of their belief of William into themselves, andbecome.
Never by force or without wish. Neither the wealthy or the powerful. Just those William finds on the edges of a tide that soon will take them away. The tossed aside. The broken. Those deserving. Those with gaps in themselves where those pieces can fit.
Does that make him a God? Does that make him a Devil? A cure? An infection? Salvation? Damnation? Sane? Insane? Lost? Found?
William didn’t even know the answers himself, and never claimed to. Words, titles, histories, and other things needing words are simply gone when there is no one left with the ability to read the language. In the end, it’s simply a false sense of security easily snapped as a butterfly’s wing, and just as beautiful to the beholder.
All the Heir knew was that there were pieces yet to give, and now that he had Vivian? Not only could the Promise be kept, but much more. Things could be set right. Though enough of that nonsense, lean back, grab your popcorn because the show is just getting started.
Back straight. Shoulders squared. Chest slightly out. It was the stance of someone who had trained for war under the direction of soldiers. It becomes ingrained, second nature, and not even the pull of the waters of thought could unpluck feet from their shoulder width. So there, in that steady place, almost unmoving save for the rise and fall of his chest, William stood among his drowning blues. Left hand had been placed upon a book on the table before him, black bound leather cover, old, rubbed raw from repeated use, and spine clearly not overly supportive.
Draped in that same blue jacket with the high collar, William was turned towards the door, and silenced his eyes behind the lids. At the momenttheywere keeping track of everything. Man, woman, mouse, or nun fart, nothing went unnoticed. Though William wasn’t simply a voyeur, or in the least, that wasn’t the intent. It was a searching network, not kept only to where people moved, but through the walls, ceiling, floor, carpet, and even the bloody shingles.
Where..
Pet. Woman. Naive. Sad. Prey. Pretty. Flower. Vivian.
A hair? A snipped part of a web? A few patrons of William’s home noticed something brush against their cheek, their finger, leg, or hair, but before their testing startled hand could grab it… it was gone. They did not retract, come back in, or anything as fancy as that. That connection to the world was simply severed, cut away and let to almost instantly decay in aplaceit should not be. The loss was nothing after all, there was something endless that could simply make more.
There is a difference between seeing, andknowing.
Williamknewshe had come into the room, even before she began to speak, but to turn and see her? Oh, there was some witty remark, some easy answer, a wink, and all of that in the chamber ready to be used if he needed to with Vivian, but all that was cut away as well.
Perhaps it was the movement, or evenhis color glinting back at William in Vivian’s movement. Maybe it was the silver thorns that kept one at bay, while also wishing to grow closer to such a beautiful vine. Words… did not matter.
It was that look that at once froze storms of blue into a solid color. One could say it had an effect like ice, but that would be cold. This was confusion, startled revelation, and wordlessness. It was the base emotion of a simple sentence that easily could be translated without the need to define such an age-old reaction...
You are beautiful.
Close mouth. Stop gawk. Regain. Control. Plan. Keep word.
William was back, and the glass surface of shock was shattered by the turbulence of that storm being reborn behind his eyes. Easy smile, lifted slightly more to the right then left, gave a slight air of mischief to the no doubt handsome man. Unburdened by the walking stick that rested silently on the table nearby, hand reaching out towards Vivian with those fingertips stretched to her as if an invitation to once again dance.
“I have some time at the moment. What may I do for you my Dear Pet? I hope no idiot has broken our arrangement this quickly...”"
507,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T05:54:00,QueenMer,"The young woman gaze fell upon the man's back, for a moment her eyes played tricks and he seemed shimmer, caught in a small pocket of his own world. It was just a moment, gone as quick as it came but he didn't seem alone. She would have to see what Weaver had done to her, things were creeping into her vision that did not belong there. He turned to her, his tides washing over her. She had presented herself to him once before, her first meeting where she was left to stand her ground and now the next day to be greeted by him in such a manner. She found herself fidgeting in place, trying to decide if it was too late to flee back to her room as he reached for her hand again. He seemed prepared to pull her in his gasp and twirl her about. She tucked her hands behind her, keeping them from his reach as she stepped in closer.
""I've kept the room locked, no one has bothered it or I,"" she informed as she swept in, skirting past him to peer curious at the book that had held his attention. ""William, how far behind the front gates does Mast-"" she closed her lips and frowned catching herself. ""Does this estate go,"" she suddenly asked, she had no Ed past a book to the window across the room. She peeked out taking in the garden that stretched out across the back of the estate. It disappeared in a well maintained maze that his the fence in the distance.
""I've..."" She was drawing out her words as if trying to figure out how to make it taste best. ""Yet to travel beyond the gates here,"" she explained, ""I would like to take a walk and cross it, if I may, it is not an attempt to escape,"" she informed, her gaze turned over her shoulder and upon the man to gauge his reaction. ""I have no intent to do that."" She wouldn't make it in the real world.
She had walked to each corner of the inner gates. Each one held a stone shrine she expected to of been placed long ago for they were covered in moss and yet the grass around it stayed trim. Master has said it was too keep those inside safe, a blessing and now she wondered if it was true. If she stepped past the gates, off the estate, would evil descend upon her... She felt like she needed to know.
""I never asked Master,"" she couldn't do it naturally any other way. ""He never wish for me to leave, but I would like to know,"" she felt a little anxious, nervous he would say no or demand something more of her."
508,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T06:10:00,FNP,"A tilt of his head towards the same direction that the smile leaned, and the blue eyes now more focused then before. Was it so easy for him to fall into the same traps as others do? To be lost in the own self delusions? William hadn't considered even this factor, the man having assumed a spoiled brat to contend with. Though here, she was being civil, polite, curious. These were things that should be grown a bit, timid nature will not due for what is ahead.
The book, with only the word of Fables upon the cover wasn't a tomb of ancient secrets. It was no journal that would reveal deep inner workings of a man. It was simply an old book made by hands that had love for the craft, and obviously so. It was a collection of stories, of worlds, of places where young William had escaped into. It was the first thing he had ever owned, and possibly the only thing the man would choose to be buried with. It was just a book, but the fact that it wasthisbook, the one that had been in his hands for...
Needless to say, it could not be replaced no matter the childish notions of fairies, dragons, ghosts, and goblins inside.
""I could use a walk myself. May I accompany you to the edge of your world?""
Focused, sharp, attentive, William wasn't so arrogant at the moment to ignore the fact that hands were purposefully tucked behind her back. The man did the same with his own grasp, fingers wrapped about his wrist in almost courtly manner. There was something rough about the stance though, something heavy inside putting him off kilter. Though a walking talking prison of a possible thing that may or not be real... Armageddon or salvation...
William was for the moment here with Vivian.
This was a curious turn, just as curious as Vivian was suddenly becoming. The others would have you fooled perhaps by telling stories of William, and though they knew of The Lord inside of the man, they rarely spoke of the beast. As if they knew better, or if words after all did matter, and were some how limited.
""And as a further note Vivian, tell me if I may be so bold as inquire... what else haven't you asked the him?""
There was something shiny on the end of that hook, waiting, dangling there waiting for her just to open her mouth and take a nibble."
509,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T06:53:00,QueenMer,"The edge of her world, yes that was what it was. She considered saying no but at the same time she felt more uncomfortable with the idea one of him men deciding to follow her out. At least William had looked upon her exposed flesh and not laid a hand upon her. It was little comfort but it was some kind of comfort. She nodded her head after a moment, ""I see no reason you may not,"" she finally answered. Perhaps it was her curiosity of the man that made her willing to remain in his company a bit longer.
She turned towards him now as he asked her another question, one that left her lips sealed and her mind shifting. What else? She had never thought to far on the matter, in her youth her mind had been full of more but it as had grown she had found herself content in her life. What more could she of asked, why her, was it truly just her firery hair. Why did she never get to leave, what of the world he kept her away from. Her green gaze drifted away from him, her body turned and she peered out the window. His question had began stirring something inside, wonderment, a recollection of moments.
It was dark, a new moon, she was always tucked away in her room. The door was locked, it always was. She was tucked away but the house was full of life beyond servants. It was a routine now, though she did not know why. She was use to not being allowed out when there were visitors but these evening were always different. There was a tone in the air, a rumble in the walls that hummed through the air. It was always the torch lights trailing out into the night, to disappear into the maze. Torch light darting off black masks. She always grew sleepy soon after, she found these nights made her drained and tired.
These were questions not even William could answer. ""Does it matter? Master is no longer here, I suspect you could not answer for me given you seem to be so unaware of the life he had lived outside of your view,"" she informed with a frown. She tore her gaze away from the window and began to stroll past him, she stopped to peek at the book. She adored reading, it was a new title she did not now. ""Don't forget your silver stick,"" she tossed out as she continued on. ""I find I might have questions for you,"" she added on, ""but I'll decide if any are worth asking."""
510,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T17:58:00,FNP,"Nature.
Humanity has given a name to the world as if it were separate, and yet the very being of it was like as William is. Foolishly people think it may be apart, but it was also inside. That single word we gave makes it seem as if they were not bound together, one inside the other like old resting Russian nesting dolls.
Then, we are so bold as to use those letters when we deem it useful to our hypocrisy.
Nature of a Man. Nature of a Beast.
Does this explain anything at all?
Mister Weaver, a spider, didn't knowwhy a hair brush or bookwas there inside of her, but he could sure enough hear tugging on those strings. It was his nature, his being, who he was, that knew to place them upon the clothes to which Vivian wore. All that it was known was that these were effective images to wrap her in, to hold her limbs in his silk, and what more was there to that simple question thought...unheard... and unspoken. How did he know?
Chef had wanted order, safety, a world under her control. She wanted grace, poise, and wanted to dance not for others but for herself. It was in her nature. It was part of her as sure as strings were played by those of the eight legged variety. It was in the way Chef looked at the world, and even the eye she looked at the world with.
William though was not only per usual a variance to the music, but still had anatureto him that was not separate. Not external but internal all the same.
Greed
As Vivian turned her gaze to that book, fingers coiled backwards against the softer warm skin of palms. Something so treasured near something that was treasured caused heartbeat to miss a step upon the thunder of typhoon wings. Like gorge in his stomach, something wanted to rip, hot, wet, violating out of William's throat. Wanted to use him as an entryway into this building, place, world. Only for the mere fact that someone, anyone at all, looked at what belonged to him.
Violence
How easy would it be to simply throw her over the desk right now. How easily would it be to grab that 'silver stick' and use it to chock her while violations could occur? How easily would her hair give way if the man tangled his hands into it, and used it to bend her body to his will? How easy would the little lamb snap if teeth sank into her shoulder, pinning her down like an animal.
Dragon.
The walking stick was abandoned, not a mention to the comment, or either this growing attitude of hers. Instead, hands remained locked at the back of the small along spine. Attention flicked here or there, every constant persistent need to owl the surroundings keeping those blues tilting this way or that. Searching, looking, always for something it would seem. Either out there over the oceans breath, or even here in walls that could offer no stories.
""You are right in that. I haven't paid much attention to much of the world beyond my ambitions. Though I suspect you know the feeling as well. Rivers don't flow in all directions. They may wander, roam, or even dead end... but they're trying to go to the same place.""
A position of a guard, not that of an owner, master, or lord. Half a step back, near her right edge of shoulder William moved to match her pace not his own.
""The book I understand, but what is the brush for?""
Only now had he noticed the symbiology of her dress. Only now unlocked enough from what was deemed in such a simple word as 'ambition' as if it was outside of him. Only now did William smile a bit brighter at the understanding of hisown hypocrisy.
Maybe not all the human of him had been hollowed out to make room.
Maybe William was still just enough of a bastard to count as human yet."
511,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T18:35:00,QueenMer,"Vivian had not been offered another world to hold her attention. This was her world, her womb that cradled her in it. It was safe and warm, the skies here were crisp and clear unlike thehouseshe could still remember coming from. She had never questioned it, never longer or became curious about more because she had been content with this life. She could no longer continue that life, not now her home was drowning in the sea. It was now different, alive and noisy. She had to see what was beyond it now or drown with the rest.
The man's next question drew her quickly from her thoughts. A hand flew up to the ends of her short hair, her face grew to match that short hair. She silently cursed Mr. Weaver for having added it, how he had known was beyond her. She did not wish to share this sacred things but it was already out there on display.
Her footsteps faltered as she stilled. ""It was something between Master and I."" She was curt with her response, she felt a swirl of agitation, embarrassment. ""It should be none of your concern, I think Mr. Weaver made a mistake in adding it,"" she huffed. Her hand fell away from the short ends of her hair. She didn't want to linger on the thought, the memory that the last time her Master had brushed her hair was truly the last.
She could go fondly recall sitting between his knees, later in a chair as her hair grew much longer. It had been all the way down past her knees when she had chopped it off. Master would comb it, braid it, he seemed quite insisting on doing it himself. When he his age had caught up had hired some one for it. He was specific about who could touch her ginger locks.
She peeked at him now, over her shoulder, so close as he escorted her along with out theClick, Click, Tap.She turned forward quickly, she would not be bother by him. She decided it, even after Weaver's illustration, she would still stand her unbiased ground. She pushed forward, through the hallways and the front door that would lead to freedom. ""I do not think 8 need a hairbrush now that I have trimmed it so short,"" she added with a soft nod."
512,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-03T22:04:00,FNP,"People around them parted without need for command, or the authority of the tapping of walking stick. There was an odd way to which the man began to walk, an almost skip wanting to be suggested in the whispering movement of his legs. As if at any moment William may break into a dance. Energy, raw, unfiltered, and magnificent ran through his veins, into his muscles, and perception of the world around him. It was like a drug, sweeter then any cocoon or honeyed cake. When everything was progressing within the confined structures of a plan, my oh my did it simply feel good.
Body wanted to sway, to pull Vivian back into that long ago abandoned dance of theirs, and those greedy blue eyes shifted to their right edge to take her in, well as she was from the back. The way the woman moved was careful, a nerve touched somewhere upon the surface of exposed wound, and perhaps even Mister Weaver had made a mistake. Though, such disrespect was doubtful for the man. The Tailor of Silk itself wasn't known for such things. Instead perhaps a deep festering wound had been sensed, or perhaps even a way for them to engage.
It was an unknown factor, and though William could not trust the effect, certainly he could trust the Tailor's giftas if it was his own.
Through the halls they walked, upon silver gilded carpets as deep of color as the oceans blue.
""They were possessed with the need for perfection. Not in themselves of course, for they delighted in their own flaws. Women, men, boys, girls, money, drink, drugs, and power. They wanted it all, and they found a way to have it.""
They moved through it all, the chaos, the packing and unpacking, the hammering, the tearing of literal walls. It may be a world being sundered to The Pet, but it was a world being reborn for William.
""It is said the apple does not fall far from the tree, but in this case it fell far enough away to bruise. Where myGrandfatherwas cold, calculated, and in the mind set that his shadows should stay in the darkness...Father was not so shy in his youth. Flaunting such things does not look good upon those of royal blood. It makes them louts, without culture, or brutes simply with enough coin to put fancy clothes on their shoulders.""
A young man, no more then a boy at the age to which William was portrayed as Weaver's shadow puppet, stood at the door. One of his arms seemed to be missing, the jacket tied there as not to slide about ungainly. Blue, just like William. In color, in eyes, and there was something else too. Something about the dip of the young ones chin, or perhaps his hair. Though this was just a passing character to which the door was opened by, and the outside world rushed in.
Here William had paused, breathing in the world as it drifted to his senses. This was outside, true enough. No red sky, or floating pipes. This is the world to which Vivian had looked through glass to. Yes, there was those with shovels, rakes, and many various forms of tools. Even out here the hive buzzed with activity. William looked over the scene from the edge of the cave in which so many treasures were stored, and continued both words and walk.
Had he taken the lead? Or had he moved beside her at equal pace? Does it matter for the story to continue?
""My Father was cast away, sent out into the world far away. Of course Grandfather sent him with money, enough to live on for the rest of his days, but the insult was still grave. At least my Father could drink and whore the rest of his days out there in the darkness without anyone knowing.""
Stairs that long ago had been carved, taken from their home, and submitted to be merely a stacked thing for men or women to walk upon, clicked soundly against the heels of William's shoes. No longer were the hard soles rejected to make noise by the softness of carpets gilded by silver.
""I was born out there in that far reach. To a whore no less. Truth be told I wasn't the only one.""
Attention now went to the sky, seeking in it any remaining stars that braved the day time, but alas not a wink. Not even a silver suggestion of the moon upon the blue today. It was solid, be stilled with only small capped white streaks.
""I am merely playing my part Vivian. Just following the role I was meant for. I just don't play the song everyone wants me to, but I'm made for music none the less. I hope you will eventually come to understand that fact.""
Hands were still behind his back, walking down upon the graveled path which chuckled lightly with loose stones as he walked out into the world a bit farther. Just a few more steps into that light that could so easily be taken for granted, and the lack of walls to constrict. Trees, birds, breeze, sky, sun, scents, sounds, and every sensation available on tap of a day.
Towards the edge of a world he strolled."
513,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-04T00:23:00,QueenMer,"""They were possessed with the need for perfection. Not in themselves of course, for they delighted in their own flaws. Women, men, boys, girls, money, drink, drugs, and power. They wanted it all, and they found a way to have it.""
Vivian's steped slow as his voice filled the air not touching the exposed wound she guarded so deeply. He had moved onto something new, something that drew her curiosity as his steps brought him to her side. Perfection, she knew this definition well. It was what she presented to her master, she let all the flaws gather in other places and spill out upon others but never her master.
Her gaze drew away from the man, his voice rumbled on, telling her a story, a story of himself. He, who leaked into his surroundings and made it his own. She can see how he fell far from the tree for already he seemed to be so different however the story caught her interest. It had slipped her mind, he truly was related to his grandfather but there was one link missing. Why was it that she found herself in the company of a grandson and not a son but William would not let her ponder it for too long, soon he would inform her.
She looked away from the change of her home and to the door. She could expect that at least her garden would be the same. She would not forgive him if he touched the lush greens, when she had first arrived the estate had been sparse but in the many years she watched it grow, bloom to life. She felt the need to know, to burst through the doors and see but again she was distracting.
There was a child in the house, she had not seen a child since she had left the House. Like she, he stood like an instrument of the house.
She followed the river out past the child, her steps only faltering as William spoke of where he had been born from. Again her mind question, then why him but at the very back she knew why, she knew it was due to the gaze on the back of her neck even though he was before her.
Her hand flicked up to her cheek feeling as if she had a loose, long strand of hair still brushing it. There was nothing there, but as she stepped out she though for a moment she still a wisp of crimson that melted like a snowflake against the blue of the sky. It seemed to be everywhere, blue, he engraved himself in every part of her existence now.
""I am merely playing my part Vivian. Just following the role I was meant for. I just don't play the song everyone wants me to, but I'm made for music none the less. I hope you will eventually come to understand that fact.""
She paused, he would get a few steps ahead as she tilted her gaze to the large home behind her. She had never seen it so lively. She had known the song she was suppose to sway to but it had come to an end. What would the new beat be, would she like the rhythm or would she keeping pushing for her own.
Perhaps all she truly wanted to do was hear the sound of the world. She had been content with this bubble, enjoyed the acoustics but now there was only the echo.
""He never spoke of family,"" she was frowning, considering all the knowledge tucked beyond her reach. She knew mathematics and dance, every instrument placed before her had been mastered, books that felt endless. All her Master wanted her to learn she did and what he did not was left behind. ""I thought for many years he had none,"" she admitted as he gaze kept itself upon the sky. ""I was his company when he was here. When he was not I often wondered what he was doing,"" she moved forward to catch up with him fully, move along his side as she bent forward a bit to look at him. ""William, this is my world. I can not recall any other,"" even the memories of The House was full, repetitive, lacking any true details for her to cling to, just whispers of memories, moment's but one dawned on her now quite vivid as they took the long walk to the very front.
""There is a path woods, I've seen it from the corner of the courtyard,"" a girl was whispering, they all were for none wished to be caught.
""Just a deer path, they would be no real path. No one goes into the woods."" Another girl would argue but the first was caught in the story.
""It is not, it's a path I even saw some one there-"" ""impossible, there is no one outside The House, only master and mistresses come."" ""They must be the fairies, I heard an older girl say the forest belongs to them."" ""They only wish to eat any girl foish enough to go down the path.""
Vivian lay in bed, she couldn't recall ever wishing to speak to the other girls, she got in enough trouble on her own but she was listening intently, always so curious about the world outside the House. ""I like to pretend that they are waiting to save us if only we could get ou-"" ""Quiet, if they hear you talking like that then they'll take you from the group and you'll never get chosen.""
This was the most important thing, getting chosen, leaving here. They would be wanted, they would have homes.
""I can not say I approve of you tearing it apart,"" she huffed with a frown. Her gaze was forward and she was straightening up. ""But I might approve that you are allowing it to expand,"" even if it met some things shrank, like her claim on the master bedroom, she still had yet to give him the key for it.
As they moved forward she found herself wondering about the whispers in the night. Was there truly spirits on the wood, weaver had displayed, there were things she could not see. It would be silly to ask if some childhood imagination was real.
The sound of the busy workers behind them began to fade. It was a long stroll to the entrance, large trees lined the driveway. Like all else, they had grown and expand greatly in the years she had been there. She had liked to believe her youth reenergize the old roots upon her arrival. ""But in my world Master had seemed lonely. I did wonder about his family, sometimes. He didn't speak of any it, I was only allowed him in my world and nothing that followed Master."" It was odd to open up to William but now their fates had weaved together. She would have to grow use to it, there were parts she did not want to let him into so she would give him other parts.
""He kept himself busy though, I'm not sure what it was he did but he had guests, events..."" The act of the new moon, the gathering, the questions about this was thick against her tongue and she could not push them out. There were so many more moments she would want to seek further knowledge on but her question could only be answered with silence how would he know.
""He was the closet to family I had though, I appreciate being a pet. For him at least,"" she smirked pleased with her last coy remark. They had made it to where the metals gates were stretched open welcoming all. She could see the clear line between the land of her bubble and the land of the world. Her steps had slowed and she stood now on the threshold ready to spill over. It wouldn't make a difference, she knew in her mind that the world not drastically change because she had stepped beyond the edge.
Her green eyes closed and she pushed herself forward.
There was a split second, a moment between moments but was eternity for her.
The world was not as it should be. She was drowning, no air to fill her lungs no matter how she gasped. She was weightless, floating in a void, swimming in the nothing, chocking on the liquid of absence. She could see but she could not as emptiness swirled and solidify against her flesh. She was exposed, lost, found.
A weight was lifted she did not know she had carried and she was light. A feather in the air, rushing along the gale and then a stone falling into the ocean.
""There you are.""
Though the dear readers could see the chaos, it was never there to begin with to be seen by any other. The rumble of an unknown voice had been for her ears only and uttered in the moment she had been trapped in. For all else she had simply managed a step.
There was something to be seen in this world. The green of the estate seemed droop, branches hung a little lower and in the garden a few flowers could be caught wilting.
Vivian gasped, even though she been breathing perfectly. Her hands fluttered to her chest and her green eyes sprung open. Her knees felt a little weak, she blamed anxiety, an overactive imagination triggered by passing thought and bright illustration she had seen today.
Nothing came rushing to her, nothing had changed to her in this world but it had. Creeping along her skin, hidden beneath the clothe William admired upon her was a mark beyond any of their views.
The wind had picked up, she stood there peering at the road leading to the estate. ""Imagine I'm silly, but it's my first step out, the excitement made me a bit light headed,"" she lightly tried to laugh out. She couldn't move, she felt glued there."
514,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-04T19:45:00,FNP,"The City of Light Or so they called it.
It was beautiful, wide window panes of blues, of reds, of purples and royal dapples. Stories played out panel by panel, and emblazoned in stained glass. Gods, Lords, and symbols, both fierce and majestic, lined buildings the best they could. As if the world had been transformed with the single word of 'art' upon its tongue, that single thought had wings over the pallets chosen by builders. Almost every wall, every part of the city they could fit in, held such painted or stained glimmers of glass.
Soft sea breeze pushed through the city, tinting the air with salt, and the sun glinted off copper roof tops with blinding gleams. Palm trees were planted in rows beside sun bleached stone streets. People in colorful and graceful clothing passed by, their lips parting, tongues raddling off in a language that was not spoken here, and the thin fabric dancing in the lazy push from the wind.
A clock, a rare thing that had grown less so in the years, stood at the center of town. Stretching far above the other buildings, it pushed towards the sun, and even its face was covered in stories. The bell within its towering form wasn't thunderous or raucous, but a low hum of single strike that sounded almost respectful of a city bearing such materials. Perhaps even made of glass itself, the single low note shivered through the world, the people, the buildings, and even the sky.
It was almost as if the city as one stopped, turned, and stilled their chests with anticipation. The sea birds silenced their cawing for food. The breeze itself seemed to take a rest, pausing upon a park bench beside the couple which held hands. Even the word took a moment...
In the silence of held breaths, the world ignited.
Reds danced along walls as fickle as flames.
Yellows painted people, roadworks, and the children of the city with golden rod smiles.
Oranges hung at the edges of window frames, old smoldering coals waiting to once more relite.
Purples hushed along beside peoples feet, allowing each and everyone to tread upon such a royal path.
Every color...
Every hue...
Every story...
Reached out to the people of the city as the sun tilted just right to dance rays of illumination through a thousand upon thousand panes of glass.
It only lasted half a minute every day, but that moment that the bell rung...
The entire world seemed to be engulfed in Fairy Tales.
Was it such an odd thing to see a boy in that memory? A boy... that one might be rightfully reminded, grew into a man that surrounds himself with those deserving of Fables.
Threat. Not Us. Hunger. Possessive. Other. The thing inside barked with almost vulpine attitude.
Contact between them was a sparse thing. Even in the meeting before, in a demonstration of a new order to the world, not a single touch upon her had been spent. Yes, there had been the dance, the passing, but that wasn't pointed. That wasn't distinct. That was merely playful banter. This time though the contact was purposeful even if that fact was washed away by the gentle placement of his hand upon Vivian's shoulder.
The horror of William would like to think the contact was full of dried cracked leather like skin that bore the weight of scales. The madness of William would like to think the contact was a thousand teeth set in a hundred mouths gnawing on bone.
Yet, here, upon the edge of the world to which Vivian had known...
There was just a gentle hand set carefully upon her shoulder in guidance of balance. No external motive. No force. Just the reassurance that he was nearby if need be. Just that William and his sea blue eyes that never stayed still was there, beside her in this moment... in this conversation... in this world that seemed just so pale in comparison to those lights as a child.
If only she had seen them.
If only she had danced with reds and yellows upon her face.
If only she had been somber with blues and oranges heavy upon tears.
If only Vivian had seen the City of Light, she might understand.
Inside the colors it was beautiful. Peaceful. A man could be a King. A woman could be a Queen. It was magic without magic, being swept away into a place that didn't and did exist for all of thirty seconds. A place that so many junkies, drunkards, and religious cults attempt to reach towards at the bottom of their particular faiths.
Yet, for William, and even the city, that moment had long ago faded.
For Vivian though? She had lost herself in those lights. That moment of peace was twisted, turned into a cage, and she was kept.
William was forced out of his heaven, every day with only a half a minutes taste lingering upon lips like honey.
Vivian was left behind in that moment. Forced to exist in only an aspect of the world, while the rest drifted by.
In the long run, it made sense.
After all, what better way to keep someone from knowing the truth.
""Before my Father came to claim me, I lived in a place very far from here. It was beautiful at times, horrible at times, but it was home. Never once thought about leaving. Not in a childish fit or rage, or even just because. My world was those walls that surrounded the city. I know the feeling that you don't belong any farther then already you've walked. I know it well. ""
Once she stated that she was fine, the hand removed itself, the pair of them that William was in possession of once more tucked themselves behind the small of his back.
""The question though, is do you play the same song? Or do you try to find something new to listen to?""
"
515,In the fine print.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/in-the-fine-print.21593/,2021-09-05T01:57:00,QueenMer,"Their was a weight to Williams hand, she found her head hurt suddenly. She couldn't place the odd sensation but something in her reacted. It was a shiver that ran through her spine as she closed her eyes. William's hand seemed there to steady for her but she was left dizzy.
The ginger's guard was silent, it didn't come rush in anyway to make itself apparent to it's host. It was a shadow, tracing it's way through her veins, outlining the walls of her heart with tender touches. It was a seed that had always been there, waiting to bloom.
Beyond Vivian's memories it had hibernated. The thing had never been allowed to wake, repressed by matters beyond it's control but it belong there like the air in her lungs for it and the child had come into the world as one. It had become aware of itself with the first beat of the child's heart in it's mother womb. It was light, it was pure and no wants or needs content as it wait for the child to grow. It watched over the child in it's mute ways and stayed with it as they departed the safe refuge of mother. It had listen to the voice for many months, but when the time came something was going wrong. The life of the child was dimming, the little flame would blow out with it before the pair had a chance to meet. It couldn't have that, it knew it was wrong, it knew it was suppose to go but it found it couldn't. It gave itself to the child, it wanted to stay with the child. The little flame didn't have much to give but it gave until it was just smoldering. It would have to wait to meet the child, it was tired...
When It had the energy to come upon itself again it found itself trapped. Some our side force keeping it from reaching for the child, touching it, finding it's voice and learning to speak with the child. It was trapped.
It could only watch.
From there the child went from cage to cage. No chances were taken, even the transfer from one cage to another was orchestrated with It in mind.
Now It was here, it had saved so much energy in itself waiting for a moment to slip past the bars and forge a key for itself. Still it knew the feeling of a predator beside it's child. It would find a place to settle for now was not the time.
Vivian took in another breath, heart still pounded. It felt like she still wasn't fully here, she should of eaten more of her breakfast.
William spoke, drawing her away from her mind and into him. The hand on her shoulder was reassuring, she had no other to offer her comfort so what she could in this moment. She let him know she was fine and he removed his hand, setting nearly behind him.
His last question hung in the air. Above this a robin swirled through the air and she was left to wonder. What song was even playing for her now. William had yet to make it clear how he expected her to dance, weaver had suggested the steps but she had know the moves.
She tucked her hands behind her back and turned to peek up at him. She tried to stand as tall as she could manage. ""Who says I even have to dance,"" she resorts.
She stepped past the gate and the world didn't descend in chaos, she had simply gotten dizzy. She would be alright, she would learn to live with William, though he was technically her Master she still did not aim to offer him the same luxuries she had offered his grandfather. Still, part of her it find it enjoyable to not only get to learn things about the man but the others she had met this morning and the world, even if it was a little scary.
They stepped past the Gates, beyond the sight of the pair and beyond Vivian's awareness, four shrines at the corners of the property prospered again about the ginger stepping into the cage. They drew on her in a ways did not understand for she was not aware. It was aware, It had always been and now sought revenge.
The four batteries drew in their charge as was their design, syphoning excess mana from Vivian, it always had for that was what had made her priceless beyond the red hair she thought was her claim. The House was the same, it child was same, something about them made it drip like small streams. It was why her Master had wanted her, It had had enough of this. It sepped onto the flow and corrupted, claimed it as its own.
All four shrines cracked in a single moment. It was satisfied.
Vivian paused, the headache was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. ""Before living here there was only the House. It's where we waited for Masters, it was quite dull. I think the green of the estate in beautiful,"" she paused and glared at him. Her cheeks puffed up, ""you better not mess with my flower garden.""
--
In another place a man smiled to himself, and then a chuckle.
""Lord what is so amusing,"" a tall and thin man asked the broad blonde, he was sitting on his own throne, a woman nestled between his legs. He reached down grabbing the girls dark hair, pulling back and displaying elven features. He snickered as he shoved the girl across the room and away from his exposed member. ""I just found something I lost a long long time ago."""
516,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-02T05:37:00,WatchfulFox,"Looking for an rp partner for a fantasy slice of life rp. Whether it becomes combat between rivals or a story of lovers is your choice. Please read the character sheet posted with this to know my character. Aside from occasional multi-paragraphs to start off or set a scene, I’ll mostly reply with one liners or single paragraphs. To start it up, just reply or pm me.
Jumping right in, here’s my intro:
Avery was rushing along the deck of the Symphony, moving anything he could into the ship's hold. The winds had been picking up and the brightness of day was dimmed by clouds. The ship rocked and Avery stumbled, moving towards the ladder to the bridge. He vaulted over the railing to get behind the wheel, beginning to steer. A storm was about to strike.
As the winds picked up even more, Avery let go of the wheel, letting it spin as he stepped back, untying some ropes on the railing, beginning to pull the side of the back sail up. Once it was halfway closed, he tied the ropes down before switching to the other side for the other side and doing the same. His goal was to reduce wind so it wouldn’t steal control of the ship. He grabbed the wheel to stop it from spinning and began turning with the waves. The wind caught the sails and scooped the whole ship forwards with a jerk, almost making Avery lose his footing. He pulled a lever that locked the wheel in place and jumped down from the bridge, moving to the front mast to raise its sails as well. After everything was done, He stepped back up to the bridge and pushed the lever to unlock the wheel, taking control again as the ship suddenly jerked from a large wave crashing into it. Distant thunder warned of the coming danger...
...Avery was struggling against nature. Waves were rocking the ship wildly as they tried to push it one way, and the winds were forcing it the other. He knew he had to get rid of the wind and start drifting with the waters to keep from capsizing. Avery pulled the lever back, to lock the wheel in place before running to the railing and untying the ropes. He felt a forceful tug as he struggled to keep grip with the wind trying to push the sails open. Avery managed to pull the ropes taut, slowly raising one side of the sails. He tied it down and moved to the other side, repeating the process. Once the back sails were up, he jumped down from the bridge and began working on the front sails. This time the ropes zipped from his grasp while he was working on the second half and the side of the sails fell completely, forcing the ship to turn with sudden bursts of wind. Avery lost the ropes as they flew wildly, unable to see clearly more than a few meters in the steadily worsening rain. He was threatened by thunder as he tried to climb the mast, finding the rope.
Something cracked and the ship jerked, nearly knocking Avery from the mast. He turned and saw the wheel spinning wildly. Abandoning his search for the loose ropes, he jumped down as the ship tilted, stumbling across the deck and up the ladder. Avery took a beating on his arm to stop the wheel before jerking the lever back again to lock it in place. Something was broken and it continued spinning. Avery had to hold on, trying to turn the ship to go with the waves rather than against them. More thunder roared at him but he stayed determined to keep the ship afloat. Something else cracked and Avery looked up to see the front mast leaning back, towards him...
...Avery woke up to the brightness of day. He was under a canvas and tangled in rope. He felt a numbness in his arm, looking at the bruises on it caused by the wheel. He gripped some of the rope and sat up to untangle himself before yelping in pain and noticing his twisted leg caught under the fallen mast. He pulled some of the canvas off of him, realizing it was a torn sail. Glancing over the edge of the bridge, he could see sand. The ship was beached on an unfamiliar shore. Avery tried a few attempts at rolling the mast off of him, all weakened by exhaustion, hunger, and pain. He laid back, giving up. After a moment, Avery decided to rely on the hope that this shore wasn’t deserted.
""H-hello? Is anyone there? Help!"""
517,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-11T07:47:00,Nica,"
Taking in the never ending sunshine, Jeanne rested inside of the hammock that had taken her longer to set up than she would have admitted. If only the damned thing hadn't kept slipping down the trees, there's no way it was her knots that weren't holding. Imagine, a pirate who couldn't tie a knot?! She would have been the laughing stock of her crew...
Well, that was if she hadn't already accomplished that. Surely as they sailed off the boat she had had worked hard to acquire they were all moste likely laughing their asses off.
""Useless traitors."" The grumpy woman groaned to herself as she tossed within her hammock. She had already spent years unleashing her anger out on the island. Tearing down trees, stomping on any foilage that was unlucky enough to end up under boots, and using all the scraps to set the largest bonfire that deserted island had ever seen.
Well Jeanne had to admit it wasn't entirely deserted. There was that small tribe of civilized people, but they weren't kind to strangers, or maybe they just didn't liek the fire starting kind of strangers. Whatever their issue may be, Jeanne quickly made up her mind to accept the independent life.
After several years of leading her crew on a wreckless adventure for revenge, the men had grown tired of their captain's needless desire for more and more and more and more, and yes, even more death and destruction. What was it that Jeanne was even avenging, her crew didn't know and the spiteful pirate had to admit she couldn't remember anymore either. Now, after a few years of being trapped on this one damned little island, she was almost thankful they had abandoned her.
She wasn't exactly grateful for the getting thrown overboard part, but hey for a bunch of sleezy pirate men that was the best outcome she could ask for.
Last night there had been such a terrible storm, similiar to the one that washed her up on to this island several years ago... maybe that was why these memories of the past were creeping in. Well Jeanne wouldn't allow it, she was filled with too much pride to allow men who abandoned her to fill her thoughts. So up she got, out of her hammock to find a way to keep busy. Being alone meant that there was always work to be done.
Throughout the night she heard the loud and all too familiar sound of large chunks of wood slamming in to one another. She was certain that the storm had washed in some old wreckage. Maybe she'd even be lucky enough to find a nice big crate of food! It had only happened a handful of times, but hey, a girl could dream.
Making her way down to the shore, Jeanne passed several wildlife creatures along the way. Large lizards, exotic birds, even a small primate here and there; they had all learned to accept the feisty pirate woman that had settled in their home. Despite her harsh tone, the woman still had a kind nature. The ever so pleased look on the face of the primate she was petting was proof that at the very least she could be affectionate.
As each animal came to receive their round of attention, they all froze as an unfamiliar sound tore through the peaceful moment. Ears perked, tails coiled, and then suddenly they all ran. Each one scurrying over the other in an attempt to hide away from the loud scary noise. Meanwhile, Jeanne, well she just needed a reason to be angry.
With brow furrowed she marched her way down to the beach only to realize the loud sounds were words... from a man?
Ensuring to stay out of site, her eyes had settled on the poor fellow, trapped beneath what looked like the remains of his ship. Traveling the world made her familiar with the more exotic species of peoples that inhabited different lands, and this fluffy fellow seemed to be one of them. ""Now who could this unlucky bastard be?"" She had whispered to herself, wondering if this was someone who could be trusted... or that was worth her time. While Jeanne was capable of kindness, she was still a pirate. Was it worth it for her to help this man? Guess there as no way to find out without talking to him.
So Jeanne casually made her way closer to the wreckage, coming around from behind. She stood a good distance away; prepareing for the off chance that he was setting a trap, but any concern couldn't be seen as a sarcastic grin settled on her face. Not all men were cut out for the sea, and the female pirate couldn't help but be amused when she witnessed one learning that harsh lesson.
""Looks like you're in need of some assistance, sir. You must be blessed by the gods to have such a kind lady pirate like myself find you."" A cunning, teasing look rested in her eyes. "" It's your lucky day! Now you have the wonderful chance to prove your are worth saving, So let's hear it! Tell me why I shouldn't shave off that fluffy fur to stuff in my pillows before I let the shore come in and wash you off my pretty beach?"" Her witfilled tone put heavy emphasis on the 'my' part. Considering the lack of any other person coming to rescue the lad, she figured she could make any outlandish claims that she wanted. Besides who was going to challenge her, the fluffy man caught under his boat? Just the idea brought out a small chuckle from the surly pirate.
With hands on her hips and the ocean breeze in her hair, Jeanne waited for his answer.
"
518,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-13T05:04:00,WatchfulFox,"Avery yelped, half startled by Jeanne’s sudden presence. He somehow hadn’t noticed or sensed her approaching. Guess he was a little too focused on the pain of his twisted leg. He listened to her, his ears dropping as she made the threat of taking his fur. He thought for a moment.
“Well I could repay you with-….”
He hesitated, thinking for a few more moments before sighing.
“Ok, fine. I got nothing… But I’d be eternally grateful and repay you however I can if something comes up. If you choose to just leave me though, could you at least push on that so I can get my leg out? I could mend it and take care of myself. Maybe.”
Avery nodded to the mast, still crushing his foot, with his leg twisted awkwardly under it. He was working on untangling the ropes around him to at least appear the slightest bit less incompetent. This was all embarrassing as is…"
519,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-14T09:05:00,Nica,"
The man's humerous attempts to provide an answer quickly disolved away Jeanne's guise of intimidation, giving way as a loud obnoxious laugh roared out across the beach.
""You know, I'm pretty tempted to keep you here as entertainment now that you've shown me what a jokester you are."" The roudy pirate quieted her laughter as she made her way towards the stranger. ""Guess it'd be a shame if I let a great entertainer like yourself float away."" The roudy pirate quieted her laughter as she made her way towards the stranger. A small chuckle escaping with every other step, she couldn't help but enjoy this moment of socialization. Besides herself and the not so welcoming tribes within the forests, there really had been no one else to land on this small unmapped island. No wonder the surly pirate had taken to befriending monkies.
Upon closer inspection she could see the part of the mast that had broken off and left the man pinned. The rough woman may have had a small frame, but as her hands grasped the large pole toned muscles could be seen throughout her arms as they heaved the pole upwards and to the side just enough to release the man's leg.
As she wiped her hands clean of debris and sand she looked down at him, again with that teasing grin, ""So healing huh? That must mean I found myself a magic man. Looks like you were worth saving after all. Chuckling at her own joke, she knelt and began to also work on untangling ropes, bundling them up as she went in order to store them away.
So, what's the name of this magic man that I so graciously rescued?"" Casually - as any humerously selfish pirate would while someone lay helpless and injured at their feet - she chitchatted as she evaluated the quality of the rope that she was working to untangle.
"
520,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-14T21:24:00,WatchfulFox,"The ropes were decent quality, but old and aged. Not a bad choice for a ship, but could be better, at least newer.
“I’d rather not be called ‘magic man.’ It just sounds weird.”
Avery blushed a little, undoing most of the ropes on his own as you spoke, still trying not to appear as helpless.
“And yes, I’m technically a creature of magic. Although I don’t try and actively learn. I just use what comes naturally to my race. So no, I can’t just magickly heal myself. And my name is Avery. What about you?”
I glanced around, taking a large stick that used to be part of the ship’s railing. I struggled at the canvas of the torn sails for a moment, cutting myself a large strip with my claws before looking at my leg. Slightly bent.
“Here goes…” ~_~
I gripped it, wincing before yelping as I quickly snapped it back in place. I then began wrapping it in the strip of sail before placing the stick on the side. I continued wrapping, turning it into a makeshift splint."
521,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-19T08:20:00,Nica,"
Having decided that the rope was still in decent enough shape to be useful the crafty pirate had taken to loosely wrapping portions of the rope over her shoulder and back around; her hands moved as if by second nature thanks to her years of experience on a ship. Listening to the visitor's words as she worked, Jeanne's could feel her lips settle in to a familiar smirk.
So not exactly the type of magic man she thought, but as usual the clever pirate's assumption was right. Which Jeanne; containing all the fiesty confidence that could possibly fit in her pint-sized body, liked to believe was usually the case. She was just about to deliver a witty response explaining how great her powers of prediction were when a sudden loud snap followed by a yelp caused her to jump.
""Well sink me!"" The rowdy woman exclaimed as her head snapped back to attention; her eyes staring at Avery's unbent leg in shocked amazement just before she let out a burst of laughter.
""Guess you don't need magic when you've got that much grit in you."" Another laugh escaped as she stood from her kneeling position; clearly the lad was capable of rescuing himself, and at this point Jeanne had collected all the rope she was willing to carry. Standing with one hand lifted to hold the bundle of rope steady and the other settled on the curve of her hip; the woman pirate stood tall in all her glory as she peered down at the lad.
""You, Sir Avery, have just found yourself in the presence of Captain Jeanne Clisson."" Her once sarcastic grin gave way to a playfully prideful and dazzling smile. ""And if you've managed to find your land legs then come with me, and I'll reward that grit with the best food and drink you'll find on this island."" The small isolated tribes on the island seemed to have discovered the basics of cooking, but after having stolen some fo their food Jeanne was certain she had found some of the first people born without tastebuds. Of course the poor lad wasn't privy to the pirates inside joke, but this didn't stop even more of her contagiously loud laughter to echo across the empty beach once again.
Turning on her heels, the petite woman sauntered across the sandy shore. While Jeanne may have lacked the proper mannerisms to ever prove to someone she was worthy of friendship; her slow pace may have been a sign that the fiendish pirate had the capability of kindness after all.
"
522,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-19T13:58:00,WatchfulFox,"“I g-guess?”
Avery was still wincing as scooted back against the fallen mast and began leaning on it to push himself up. His ears perked up when you spoke.
“It’s not really grit to me, though. I grew up… well… not in the best places. So I’m kinda used to being hurt I guess?”
Avery smiled a little at your laughter, oddly just comforted to hear another voice again since he’d been sailing alone. As he grabbed some rope and wrapped it around the broken mast, he spoke up.
“Food does sound good… So you’re a captain? Does that mean you have a ship?”
Avery used his rope to slide down the side of the ship and landing on his good leg. He struggled to keep up with your pace without limping, but managed for now."
523,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-26T09:02:00,Nica,"""Ay boy, I have a ship."" A devious smirk took the place of her once friendly smile, and for just one moment the boisterous woman fell quiet. As quickly as the moment came it was gone, brought to an end as hidden frustrations were unleashed through one kick of her boot in to the sand. ""It was taken from me, but she's out there."" The slightest trace of malice danced behind the word 'taken', but the pirate had been given several years to learn to accept her current fate so as quickly as the her anger had arrived it quickly gave way to more of her prideful laughter.
""Looks like there maybe a ship perfect for commandeering right on my shores now though."" Raven like eyes mischeviously glanced in the direction of her visitor. The flint eyed beauty was smiling, but there was wildness about her that made even Jeanne herself question whether there was truth to her words or not. Could years of reaving and murdering be washed away by a few years on an island? She had often pondered the thought, but the truth was within her actions whether she realized it or not. While her words poked and teased, slowly she led Avery to the shelter that had provided her with comfort during her years of solitude.
Steering them inland, the sound or rushing water could be heard before the makeshit home had come in to view. As they drew nearer the comforting aroma of a warm meal greeted them. Settled in to a secluded area was a small shelter built from a mix-match of parts found washed up on shore or stolen from surrounding tribes. Pieces of canoes, blankets, pottery, and other trinkets decorated the outer part of the home. One of Jeanne's personal favorites being the sea glass creations that hung in various places, catching the light and casting delicate rainbow reflections as the sun began to set over the island.
One missing detail were the critters that had grown accustomed to Jeanne, often wondering close with their big pleading eyes, hoping to soften her up just enough to earn a piece of roasted goodness. She wondered how long it'd take for them to overcome their shyness and begin inspecting the new oddity that washed up.
""Food and water'll be inside. And, since I'm providin' the food and all, maybe you'll entertain me with a story and tell me how you ended up on these shores."" Considering that the man was her only visitor in years, Jeanne knew he had to have veered way off course. No one came around these parts of the ocean... it's exactly why her crew had dumped her here. This man seemed too kind, too pure still to be in such a deserted part of the world. He was the type that deserved to be around people, around smiling faces that had kindness to offer. Instead he was left with Jeanne; a gorgeous ruffian with a broken spirit."
524,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-03-27T05:08:00,WatchfulFox,"Avery looked around at the place in a bit of awe, mesmerized by the sea glass. He thought for a moment before replying.
“Honestly there’s not much story to it...”
He reached down, adjusting his splint.
“Like I said before, I didn’t grow up in the best place. But I had people who cared for me back then... I inherited the Symphony and haven’t been sailing for long. I was mostly exploring new waters when that storm hit and I couldn’t keep enough control to stay afloat.”
He began to fidget with one of his tails a little, glancing aside.
“I-I’m really lucky to have come across someone else. I can use my magic as a way to... boost my body? Keep myself from starving a little longer, but it’s hard to do that and get the strength to move a collapsed mast off of yourself. Especially when you’re a kitsune. We aren’t naturally strong physically.”
His ears perked as his stomach grumbled.
“A... s-speaking of which... m-might I ask for some food?” ~_~"
525,Lost at Sea,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/lost-at-sea.27195/,2023-04-04T08:33:00,Nica,"The grumble of his stomach brought out another hearty chuckle from Jeanne.
""Think we arrived just in time for it. I know your legs givin' ya trouble so plop down wherever you please, and I'll bring ya' somethin' tasty."" Being the captain of a pirate ship didn't exactly leave Jeanne with all the skills of a welcoming hostess, but she was doing her best to not chase off her first guest.
Rather than using the ramp she had spent time making; in a few swift motions, Jeanne climbed and hopped her way up to the floor. Once inside her boisterious voice continued to ring out, ensuring to reach Avery no matter how much distance between them.
""So you're akit-soon, huh? I don't think I've ever met anyone like you. Do allkit-soonshave hard lives? I don't think I've ever met a pirate with an easy life, so maybe that's something our kind has in common."" Jeanne's tongue struggled around the foreign word, but she did enjoy saying it. A unfamliar term with a nice ring to it that encouraged another bit of humerous chuckles. As she talked and laughed the sound of liquids being poured in to bowls followed by the clattering of other various dishes could be heard coming from within the makeshift home.
""Well I hope kitsunes can eat fish."" Emerging from the doorway with bowls and plates in hand, it was a miracle the rowdy pirated didn't send everything falling to the floor. ""Fish caught this morning, greens from my gardens, and bread hand made bymoi. A meal fit for a king if you ask me!"" The fish stew was lightly seasoned with fresh herbs, with a hastily chopped side of greens, and roughly cut chunk of bread; while Jeanne would never admit it she knew a grandmother from a childhood lived ages ago would have been proud of her craftiness.
""Oh, and this to wash it down of course."" With the bowls and plates settled, Jeanne reached for the skin of water attached to her waist and tossed it to the man.
While the meal may have gained her points as a welcoming hostess, her table manners would quickly prove her lack of sophistication. Dipping the chunk of bread in to her bowl, she bit off a mouthful of soaked bread and groaned in excitement as comforting flavors coated her tastebuds.
""So are all kitsunes furry folk too?"" Genuine curiosity slipped out between her chewing. The lonely pirate couldn't help but smile as she ate; this was the first meal she had shared with someone in years... this was the first conversation she had with someone in years. The surprise company was more needed than Jeanne would ever willingly admit."
526,Love brings many things...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/love-brings-many-things.18061/,2020-08-29T05:18:00,Ladybird,"
OOC: So, this is a post I wrote up and ended up getting no response from the partner. Seemed like such a waste, so I'll give the jest of what's going on, however, if anyone is interested then details can definitely be changed. MC, Micah is surprising her GF at college, After settling in, MC learns that YC has cheated. The couple tries to work past the trauma, will they make it? As of right now, it is set up as FxF, but I'm open to changing it to FxM. And I know, I know! This post is hella long but it's a starter so the length of my posts will decrease from here on out. Anyway, please feel free to message me with any questions or even a character sheet or just post below.
... sometimes even pain.
- unknown
The sun's rays had barely started to spill over the horizon when a tall figure eased open Micah's door. Tip-toeing into the dim room, he sat down on the bed. The girl stirred, but it wasn't quite enough to wake her. It seemed like just yesterday when Micah and Merri had joined the Evans and filled their home with laughter and the sound of bare feet running along the halls. He couldn't help but feel a bit emotional about today, and he'd scolded Jon, who'd jokingly suggested changing her room into a studio the night before. After a small sigh and bit of hesitation, the older man reached out his hand and patted the girl on her shoulder. ""Morning, "" he whispered. ""Toady's the big day!"" The corners of his lips twinged upward in a smile. He knew how excited she was for today, and that was the only comfort he felt.
Micah groaned as she stretched her legs and tried to pull the covers up over her head before she remembered what today was. She jerked the dark covers down and sat up a bit more in bed. A soft smile came over her face as she looked toward the man. She was a bit surprised to see him teary-eyed. ""Awe, dad!"" She dragged out his name a bit as she leaned over, hugging him around the waist. Jake draped his arm across her back. ""I'm just going to miss you on game nights is all."" He sniffled. Micah hugged him tighter, ""I'm going to miss you too, but I'm not that far away. So, I promise to come home as much as possible."" She said as he patted her head. ""I know, I know."" He paused for a moment, ""Okay, enough of that. We've got a big day ahead of us. I'll start breakfast while you take a shower."" He told her, giving her a quick peck on the top of her head. He slid out of her bed, leaving her room just as quietly as he'd entered.
With the door closed, Micah through the covers off of her bare legs and swung them over the side. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it as she headed to her bathroom. She scrolled through some of the snaps she'd received during the night from friends as she flipped the hot water on. Steam quickly filled the bathroom as she got undressed. ""Hey, Google!"" She said, in the direction of her phone. The little ding let her know she'd been heard and could continue with the command. ""Play music."" She stated just before hopping over the lip of the tub and into the running water. The hot water soaked through to her scalp as she stood there, listening to the muffled sounds of her playlist. It wasn't long before the running water was stopped, and Micah was reaching out for a towel. Wrapping one of them around her dripping hair and the other around her body, she stepped out of the tub and onto a soft, plush rug.
After brushing her teeth, she picked up her phone again to check the time. Six ten. She didn't usually wake up this early, but she still had some packing to do, and she wanted to spend some time with her sister before leaving. However, she couldn't help but think about Cara and how surprised she was going to be to see her. Cara, her girlfriend, had no idea that she would be joining her at the same college, and to keep the fib going, Micah opened the Snapchat app once more and quickly captured a picture of herself. Towel still adorning her head, with her tongue barely sticking out and eyes slightly scrunched, she captioned it, ""Today's the day!"" After a few taps on the screen, she'd sent it to Cara. The caption would be referring to moving day, which Cara had been led to believe would be to the campus in the opposite direction of the one she was on. Micah was pretty proud that she'd been able to keep the ruse going for this long, it had been several months by now, at least. She'd never kept a secret from Cara, but this seemed like an excellent way to surprise her, especially since they hadn't seen each other since the beginning of summer.
After about thirty minutes, Micah headed downstairs, following her nose to the sweet smell of maple syrup in the kitchen. When she rounded the corner, everyone was already waiting for her. ""Surprise!"" The trio shouted. Merri ran up and threw her arms around her sister. Micah reciprocated the hug from her little sister as she looked around the decorated kitchen. ""What's all this?"" She questioned. Jon laughed, ""It's your going away party, of course!"" Ballon strings hung down from the ceiling, and a congrats banner hung against one of the farther walls. ""Gu-"" Micah started to say something, but her dad cut her off. ""I know, think of it more for us than you."" He smiled, fighting back the tears. Jake had always been the more emotional one of the family, but Merri was a close second. ""I got you something."" She said sheepishly, pointing toward a birthday bag on the table. ""You did?"" Micah said softly, ""Thank you."" She gave the girl one last squeeze before letting her go and walking further into the kitchen. The sweet smell filled her lungs. ""Well, let's eat,"" Jon said.
Everyone sat down around the table and ate, they talked about happy memories and family nights, while Micah promised that she'd come back as often as she could. The drive was only about forty0five minutes away, so it was close enough to go home for a weekend now and then. After finishing breakfast, Merri insisted that it was time for Micah to open her gifts. Merri's contribution was a carrying case, which looked expensive, for her computer, but as she opened up the rectangular gift from her dad's, she realized that it was for the laptop they'd gotten her. Micah was thrilled; she'd complained recently to Jon about how she'd failed to save enough money for the computer she'd wanted for college. Now, it would seem, they'd gone out and gotten it for her. She thanked the trio and told Merri that she could have her old laptop, which made her younger sister very happy.
The rest of the day was spent making the last few items from her room and fitting as much as she couldn't into her trunk and the back seat. It was just after one when she was finally ready to go. She'd talked with Merri, and said her final goodbyes to Jake. Jon would be riding with her to help her unload and settle in and then insisted he could take a bus back home. The majority of the car ride was quiet, which wasn't unusual from Jon. He was a man of few words. ""Micah,"" He started before pausing to clear his throat. ""we wanted you to have this."" He said, laying an envelope in her middle console. ""It's just a little thank-you from your dad and me.""
Micah glanced over at Jon in the passenger seat. ""Thank-you?"" She questioned.
""For being the best daughter we could have ever dreamed of,"" Jon said, ""You and Merri have brought so much to our household, something we didn't even know we needed."" Jon continued. He talked a little bit about how proud Micah's real mom and dad would have been of her, and how he missed them dearly. As Micah pulled into a parking spot, she couldn't help but fight back the tears as she leaned over the console to hug Jon. ""Thanks, dad!"" She said, drying her eyes.
Micah shoved the envelope into her backpack, and then the two set off to find her dorm and room. It took a bit to find their way around the campus, and they even ended up moving the car closer, but a couple of hours later, they were done, and Micah was officially moved into room 306 in the Governers Hall. She'd even met her roommate, Lizzie, who seemed to be pretty laidback. Her final goodbye to Jon was bittersweet. She was glad to be living on campus, but she knew this first couple of nights would be the worst. After dropping him off at the bus station, Micah arrived back on campus, drying her eyes, and putting on a bit of soft pink lipstick and mascara. Walking up to the center of the college, she stopped in front of the statue of the black panther and quickly snapped a shot of her casually leaning against the bricks. This looks familiar? Where have a seen it before? She captioned the picture and then sent it straight to Cara in messenger., eagerly she waited for a reply.
Could be a little dark, or misunderstandings about the Lord as well, that while he's intimidating, he's not that bad. Or could be a little dark with a dominant male returning from whatever task he had to attend to for several days/weeks returning to the wife he barely knew. We can figure out how he finds out that the Myra he married isn't really Myra but her twin Ezekiel.
PM me if you want to discuss, otherwise we'll see what we can work out.
It was all one big mistake. All for the right reasons but it still didn’t mean that he was any safer in the outcome. Staring at the walls and expensive trinkets of what had become his possible prison, he felt ill. Fingers curled in soft fabrics, wishing it wasn’t touching his skin but forced to keep up the sham for now. The decision had been one born out of fear and anger, hurting for his sister and wanting to make her own life easier. Maybe some small part of himself had hoped that the outcome would be very different, that the promise would be broken and he would be home again, rather than sitting perched on a chair, skirts pooling around his feet, feeling foolish and uncomfortable, waiting for the moment that someone was going to notice something. He couldn’t bring himself to break the silence, to break the peace and face his consequences. But he was returning soon, and then it was doubtful that he would survive. Rumors abound about him, about the man he was fearing, set to soon return to his home.
All because the same male had chosen his sister. The home they shared was in a town overshadowed by this Lord’s keep, the residents wary of the owner of the massive building. Not much was known about him, or whether he was even human as few had been able to spend much time in his presence, though few seemed to want to. And then word had spread that the Lord wanted a bride. All the eligible girls, the few there were in the village, were collected together to be reviewed. When Myra had returned to the home, she had been in tears. No joy, just sorrow, whereas the rest of the village praised her, hoping that her being chosen might make the Lord happy, and lighten their own fears.
“I’ll go.” The words had spilled out, anything to stop the tears. When wide eyes identical to his own had stared at him, he nodded, warming up to his offer,”I’ll go in your place. You run.” They had hidden themselves by the riverbank to give her space to cry rather than their parents or villagers overhearing anything. The offer was bold, but he knew Myra had someone she loved. “But Zek, he’ll kill you. I-I can’t let you do that.”
“Too late. It’s decided. You never spoke right? They never heard your voice. And you know they’ve had enough trouble telling us apart as children. You and Alec run. He told me he’s been saving up to give you a good life. He’ll keep you safe.” Myra looked stunned, so he kept going before she could get the breath to deny him again, his own fears trying to make themselves heard,”They told you they would be back by morning, right? That means you need to leave tonight. We’ll get Alec, explain things to him. You’ll dress like me and leave. People would believe I’d go hunting with Alec instead of watching you leave.” Lips curved in a faint smile that didn’t reach the icy blue eyes,”I’m too much of a hot head, so my best friend would take me away so I wouldn’t fight to keep you safe. By the time anyone realizes I haven’t come bac-” His words cut off with a grunt, arms wrapping around his sister when she threw herself at him,”back, you’ll be long gone.”
“Ezekiel you are crazy.”
“I know.”
They had shared a hug, knowing they might never see each other again after this night, and once she had dried her tears, had found Alec. The other had not been happy with the plan either, fearing for his best friend, but loving Myra too much to want to lose her to the Lord. So there wasn’t much he could say in defense either. Luckily even as they had grown up, Ezekiel had never cut his hair, often tying it back in a braid or the like but it was only a little shorter than Myra’s, pure silvery-white.
By morning Myra was long gone with Alec, dressed as her brother in his hunting leathers, leaving Zek to dress in one of her dresses, which she had helped to fit the bodice properly that while he couldn’t naturally fill it the way she did, he at least appeared like a female. Which is why he was dressed in even fancier dresses, sitting before a mirror, staring at his reflection and questioning his sanity for the hundredth time.
Not a day after his delivery to the keep, was he married to the Lord. Everything had been a blur of words, lips touching his cheek for even a brief moment before he had been swept away to his new room, the one he would occupy then his husband was not home. The night before had been a much simpler room, but that had been to prepare this one. And though there had been fear of the wedding night, things he had heard his mother talking to Myra about up until the choosing, it never came to be. Abruptly he had been abandoned, the Lord needing to travel on some sort of business directly after the wedding. Everything was quick enough that Zek still didn’t have a feel for the man he had married under the pretense that he was indeed Myra. Intimidation, and the fact that the staff were very careful around the Lord did not bode well, but he couldn’t find a good way to ask questions, as most avoided answering most questions about personal life, but more direct things to assist ‘Lady Myra’ at that moment instead.
And now after a period of time alone, wandering the halls that bound him to this place, the Lord was to return. He wasn't even sure what the expectations would be, as the Lord had shown no signs of interest when he had left so abruptly after the ceremony had taken place."
528,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-08-27T21:24:00,headtrippin,"
The castle was abuzz of servants milling about. Their footsteps continued to echo down the dank halls, along with the occasional bit of whisper or gossip. Lord Desramaux’s personal advisor, Esbin, had lit the proverbial fire beneath everyone’s feet, with high expectations as to the castle tidiness upon the Lord’s return. His stern silhouette had caught sight of the Lord’s new wife when she’d wandered through the halls, seeming to be lost without much purpose. It didn’t come as a surprise, considering she’d been little more than a commoner before the wedding.
Regardless, she still had a role to play.
“Your Ladyship? Are you decent?” came the call of Dalma, Myra’s personally appointed lady-in-waiting. She knocked three times before daring to nudge open the door to peer inside. When she saw her to be clothed, she stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind her. The petite, silver haired women curtsied quickly before taking a few steps toward Myra; there was a hint of anxious energy in her feet. “The Lord is nearly here! Him and his entourage have been spotted just a ways away, Lady Myra. Come, come! You must be there to greet him!” Dalma urged with a wide look in her eyes.
Dalma lead the way through the maze-like halls and down a few flights of stairs until they entered the main hall. The torches about the interior were being lit, casting a orange glow across the stone and tapestries. Dalma pulled open the door for Myra to walk through and was mindful about her dress, helping to lift the back of it so as to keep excess dirt and dust from getting all over it as they headed outside.
A number of other servants were gathered out front. Esbin was there too, with his hands folded behind his back and his posture as rigid as his personality. Before them, the gate of the looming stone walls that surrounded the castle began to open. The clattering of hooves followed, as the Lord and his entourage came through. A number of proud looking horses surrounded an ornate carriage. Each rider was clad in a burgundy colored hood with a long cape, the likes of which caught the bits of breeze that flittered through the air. When the parade of horses came to a stop near the front steps of the castle, the servants quickly went to work helping those on horseback down from their saddles while a number of stable boys took to gathering up the horses and leading them elsewhere. Esbin stepped up to the carriage to open the door himself. Except as he got a look inside, his brows furrowed; the interior was empty. He looked about with a concerned look on his face, before his eyes trailed to the other servants as well as Myra, looking a little bewildered.
A strong hand came to rest on Myra’s shoulder. The gloved palm squeezed gently. Behind Myra was one of the horsemen. He pulled back his hood, exposing his dark hair and a pair of familiar amber eyes. Lord Rian Desramaux was standing there, behind his wife, clad in the attire of his servants.
“My Lord, what is the meaning of this trickery?” Esbin asked, sounding a tad exasperated. Rian’s hand remained resting on Myra’s shoulder but his attention was set upon his advisor.
“A matter to be discussed elsewhere, Esbin. Worry yourself not.” Esbin didn’t look convinced but did not press his Lord further. Rian’s eyes flicked to Myra as he tipped his head toward the front door of the castle. “Thank you all for greeting me. Let us step inside and get more comfortable.”
Dalma and a few of the other servants pushed the doors open for their Lord and his Lady to walk through. Silently, Rian took the lead down the hall, following his nose to the meal that had been prepared for his return. Within the dining hall, the long table had been laid out with a few choice dishes: spit grilled pheasant, some hearty beef stew, a mountain of rolls ready to be buttered and a platter of brilliant red grapes. A few of the servers hurried to their Lord's and Lady's seats and pulled them out for them to sit. Rian let out a hint of a relieved sigh as he sunk down into the chair, happy to be off the horse he’d been riding.
A number of servants continued to flutter about, pouring them some water as well as glasses of wine. Thankfully, once the flurry of activity settled, Rian and his new wife were left to themselves to enjoy their meal (although Esbin proved a bit of a pest, wanting to discuss matters with the Lord before they ate. Rian shooed him away, happily.) Once they were alone, a few brief pauses of silence stretched between them, until Rian subtly cleared his throat to shatter the quiet.
“... Have you been well in my absence, Myra?” Rian asked cordially, as he picked up his glass and stole a sip of the deep red wine. Another relieved hint of a sigh escaped him, parched from the trip he’d just been through. His eyes idly trailed along his new wife's frame, taking in the ornate dress she was wearing as well as her elegant features he'd not seen since their wedding day. He wasn't sure if their being so suddenly parted had been a good thing or a bad thing for their so newly bonded marriage, considering Myra had seemed so tense during the entire ceremony.
Not that he'd exactly known the woman before choosing her for his wife, but something seemed off about her, though the Lord couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something between when he'd first laid eyes on her in the village and the day of their wedding, something in her had changed, of that he was certain.
Despite his silent observations, the Lord's posture was relaxed albeit straight and formal while his expression remained stoic and neutral."
529,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-08-28T21:10:00,Angelic Wolf,"From the moment Lady Myra had stepped into the keep, he made his wishes known to the staff, as kindly and gently as possible, in a way his sister would do it. That Lady Myra vastly preferred her privacy, and chose to dress herself, that she wasn't used to having the assistance of others. The benefit of having a sister was a big help in this, that growing up they'd shared in quite a bit, that it wasn't as though he didn't know how to dress as a woman, though he had never really done so himself, just sometimes helping his sister if she struggled. So he strove to do up all his own outfits without anyone helping. Surprisingly the staff didn't take it badly, and even Dalma was receptive to the request, giving the Lady Myra all the privacy she required. The woman was amazing and worth everything that kept Zek calm as he tried to figure out what to do.
Maybe part of him had been hoping somehow the wedding would fail, something would happen to stop it before it was finished and he could go home, no one ever knowing what he had done. But it happened and he was now the Lady Myra, thanking his own sister silently for the various lessons together growing up, even teaching him how to tame his hair when he hadn't taken to chopping it off like most males. Which had been to their benefit since the silver hair was long enough to fall past his shoulders, though he had found various ways to style it, sometimes with Dalma's help, sweeping it into various styles.
But in the last several days, the activity had taken an upswing, servants rushing everywhere, that Zek was avoiding getting under anyone's feet, keeping mostly to himself. As a commoner turned Lady, no one yet seemed to expect Lady Myra to issue any sort of orders until her husband had returned to help her navigate her new life. Though it wasn't as though he missed Esbin watching him when he wandered, allowing the older adviser to think exactly what he did, that the new Lady was shy and quiet, possibly a little mousey that he avoided confrontation for now and the adviser left him to his own devices.
Up until the day that the knock at the door came, alerting to Dalma's arrival, and the hurried encouragement that the Lord was returning and his new wife needed to be in attendance to greet him along with the rest of the household. In a move he'd sadly become almost too accustomed to, Zek was sweeping the skirts as he got up from where he'd been perched, giving one last glance at his reflection in the glass to be sure the styling to the silver hair had stayed the same before he hurried after Dalma. Fingers gripped the skirts as he hurried, still less than certain of the directions of where anything was in the keep, having tried to mentally map it since his arrival. But soon enough they were outside, the Lady stepping forward gracefully, sweeping the skirts clear of the dirt before he was in place to watch for the Lord's arrival as the riders and carriage soon arrived, everyone in a flurry of activity helping riders down and drawing the horses away.
Until Esbin had gone to the carriage to open the door for the Lord of the Keep, only to find it empty. Maybe in a choice to honor the Lord and his household, Dalma had helped the Lady Myra select a gown for the day in a similar burgundy coloring as the riders cloaks, threaded in small amounts of gleaming gold in small patterns, the cut slightly higher but fitted well. And Lady Myra was as confused as everyone that the Lord was gone, until a hand dropped to his shoulder, tipping his head back, intending to tell the random rider off for touching the Lady of the Keep, only for the words to die unspoken when the hood was pushed back to reveal the man he was wed to instead. Thankfully he and Myra had only been slightly different in height, that Zek had been maybe an inch or two taller, but still shorter than the Lord at his back. That he was swallowing the first words that would have come up from thinking it was someone else who touched him,
When the adviser spoke, Zek flicked a glance back toward the male, trying to ignore the warm heat on his shoulder where the hand rested, and snorted softly at questioning Lord Rian. He might not know the Lord as well himself, but it didn't seem like a great idea in the long run as the man didn't seem like the type who would want to answer such things in public. And with servants and staff still gathered, it wasn't a private moment. And the respond was just as expected, Zek turning himself slightly toward the Lord at his back, finding the amber eyes returning to him, and indicating the doors back inside. To which Zek was heaving a small sigh, gathering up the skirts to step after the Lord, letting some sweep down again once they were back indoors, a move he'd learned more and more from Dalma and others, when they'd been horrified if he let the skirts drag too much. Somehow he wasn't sure how the return home would be like, and was still uncertain of the Lord, the man who was his husband, but dutifully he was following the other into the dining hall where the meal had been prepared.
Where the always awkward movement of the chair being pulled out for him to sit, just slightly behind the Lord in trying to arrange the skirts before he sat, a move he was still somewhat less than accustomed to. Why did women enjoy outfits like this anyway? The skirts just seemed like a tangle of fabrics sometimes, to trap ones legs and make moving a more complicated affair. The glass of water was the first thing he picked up, taking a sip of the cool liquid, one blue eye watching the Lord. The clearing of the throat, and he was lowering the glass back to the table, fingers lightly running over the glass, rather than look at the man beside him,""Certainly my Lord. Very quiet in your absence but I kept myself occupied."" Soft words, simple and vague that everything had been well, before the same wife was slanting a glance at Rian,""I hope your travels were not too tiresome my Lord? And were all that you hoped for?"" Part of him wanted to ask about why indeed he had been riding on a horse instead of the carriage, but Zek himself knew the freedom in riding, and could understand not wanting to be in the stuffy box of a carriage. Just the same he was trying to be careful what he might ask, to still figure out the Lord."
530,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-08-29T16:39:00,headtrippin,"Rian reached for the serving knife and fork to cut some of the pheasant for his plate. It was arguably the job of a servant, but Rian found himself far from being in the mood to have more unnecessary eyes and ears hovering around him. Or perhaps he just wanted to have a bit of privacy, between himself and his wife. He would have been a liar to say she hadn't crossed his mind on more than one occasion in his absence.
""To travel is the epitome of tiresome,"" Rian admitted a little bluntly. ""Tiring boredom is wrought upon the mind if one were to spend it cooped up in a carriage all the time."" His attention shifted to his plate, where he went about slicing the roasted pieces of bird into smaller pieces that he could puncture with his fork. ""At least on the back of a horse, the scenery, the smells, the wind in your face can keep your senses more keen, even if the body grows weary perched upon a saddle,"" Rian mused quietly. Had the Lord been on horseback purely out of safety? Perhaps, but it sounded like it was also a preferred form of travel for the powerful man.
Of course, there was a whole other level of tiresome that had come with his particular trip he'd taken. But much like talking to Esbin, Rian did not seem too keen to enlighten Myra on whatever political or military exploits had been dealt with on his trip. Dinner with his newly married wife hardly seemed the best time to discuss such weighty things.
""Dare I ask what did you occupy yourself with?"" Rian asked with a hint of genuine curiosity in his eyes despite the collected look upon his face. He'd noticed the dismissive and vague manner by which Myra had answered his question. He chalked it up to unfamiliarity between them, the fact Myra seemed to be so shy and few of words. He brought a forkful of food to his lips, chewing carefully and politely before swallowing. Idly, he wracked his brain as he attempted to figure out just what all his new wife might have gotten up to. With the right direction, he had no doubts his staff could have procured anything that would help amuse his new wife during idle times such as his absences. But unfortunately, due to his sudden trip right after their wedding, he was uncertain how well the castle had been equipped for her arrival. The study housed plenty of books to read. There was plenty of material and tools to sew and weave (albeit such spaces were more often occupied by servants). Surely if Myra had little interest in other activities, such as horseback riding or archery, albeit they had that in spades, outside of course.
Rian took another sip of his wine, attempting to silence his wandering thoughts. Making such assumptions would serve him little. ""If there is anything you might need, as I know you were ushered up here quite suddenly, do not hesitate to let any of the staff know. They will get it for you, whatever your heart desires."""
531,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-09-13T02:59:00,Angelic Wolf,"Whereas Rian immediately moved to start working on the food before him, Ezekiel was a little slower to move, his hands folded in his lap. A move he knew his sister would have done, but also because his own stomach was in knots. In the days since the ceremony, he had wondered how the return would be. It wasn't as though there wasn't someone who would notice his movements, much less chances to escape from the keep in any sort of ease to get away without the Lord ever finding out the reality of the situation. Though against his will when the other was describing the idea of being on horse back verses a carriage ride, his lips were twitching in a slight grin, since it was his exact feelings on preferring horseback over any other mode of transportation,""The freedom to see everything around, to feel the warmth of the sun. And a sometimes better opportunity to dismount and walk if the pace isn't too fast, to stretch any sore muscles and be able to really take in the scenery."" If there wasn't somewhere important to be, he'd had such rides, spending times both on the saddle and on foot, seeing the world around him, the wonders others might miss in their rush. And it brought the slight ache of the loss of his mare, a spirited girl who his sister had taken with her, in lieu of Ezekiel hunting with his friend. Many women didn't ride as much, so it would have been odd for 'Myra' to bring a horse to the keep with him.
Finally he leaned forward, selecting a grape for the moment, plucking it and settling back to bite into it. And trying to recall all the things he had observed from his sister, and from reactions from servants for a proper lady. The delicate movements and light hands as he moved. But he didn't try to delve further into the trip now, wary about pushing buttons that the Lord clearly did not want to discuss. Though his avoidance in discussing with Esbin about the trip in a public setting had not been much of a surprise, as the little he knew painted the Lord as the type for privacy rather than discussing something in a public setting. And certainly not something he would share with his new 'wife', especially with how little they really knew each other. He had not liked Esbin from the first moment he had met the man, and the other seemed to watch him with an almost irritated air, as though angry that there was someone else to take up the Lord's attention. Well unlike what Esbin seemed to think, Zek wanted to stay as ignored for as long as possible, sink back into the shadows if he had to, or escape.
He flicked a glance at the Lord when the question came for more details on what his 'wife' had been up to, in the process of leaning out to snag a roll, trying to at least eat a little while he tried to navigate this discussion with the Lord before he tried anything else. Though an eyebrow arched slightly,""You make it sound as though I were up to no good my Lord."" He couldn't help the slight tease as he settled back with the prize, tearing a piece off the roll and carefully chewing on it and swallowing before he said anything else,""A little reading, and wandering the allowable spaces of the Keep, to try to figure out where everything is and hopefully not get lost in the process. Dalma has been a wonderful help in such matters."" The lady-in-waiting had never questioned any of Zek's odd requests, and was very helpful in giving pointers and directions to various parts of the Keep whenever there was free time, when Zek himself didn't try to explore the halls and navigate himself.
Though unlike what the Lord thought, his 'wife' would have loved to be outside. He thoroughly enjoyed riding and archery, but had avoided such activities since it was not very lady-like and had seemed more like a red flag that he did. Plus he would not have wanted to ride as a woman in skirts, and any other outfit would have been liable to show the secret, so he had been trapped within the walls instead. He'd fallen silent, working on the roll in little pieces, gaze focused on the task rather than the man beside him, though very aware of Lord Rian. And other than a sideways glance, his chin merely dipped in a short nod,""Certainly my Lord. Though I need little."" It made some sense, from the stand point that Myra had been a commoner before this, and would not have come from much money or much in the way of wants. Already the number of dresses he had, had been a surprise."
532,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-09-13T15:54:00,headtrippin,"Rian listened as he ate, his movements methodical and practiced. Though the motions slowed a little as Myra described those feelings associated with being outside, engulfed in nature, on horseback or even on foot. Amber eyes shifted to the side, noting the small hint of a smile that even upturned Myra's mouth as she spoke. Although the Lord said little more on the matter, silently he made note of that small ray of pleasure upon his new wife's face.
The commoner-turned-noble had reached out for agrape. Just that, of all the food laid out before them. Admittedly, he'd attended enough banquets to know that regal woman often were particular in their choices of food, eating like flighty birds. His late mother had told him it was often from a lady's desire to remain petite and slender. Myra seemed to handle the small orb of fruit like a delicate marble, before getting it to her mouth to be eaten. Much to Rian's relief, she reached for more - a roll, in fact. Perhaps with a little prodding he'd get some meat into her, to be sure the poor thing didn't keel over from lack of proper nourishment.
""Possibly,"" Rian answered. ""I never said it was intentional. If anything, accidental trouble wouldn't have surprised me,"" Rian mused, rolling with Myra's bit of teasing. She was new to the keep and it would make sense she might stumble into places she was not exactly welcome to venture. Whatever had gone on in his absence, he was sure he would hear about anything detrimental from Esbin later. With his wine glass back to his lips, Rian absorbed the little tidbits his wife did elaborate on. Myra was able to read, at least some, if she had been reading. That proved to be a pleasant surprise as Rian knew not all commoners within his domain were blessed with the opportunity to learn how. Of course, it left him wondering just what books had captured the young woman's attention. He supposed he'd have to ask her, later. When not reading, she'd been getting familiar with her new home. Dalma had seen to helping her settle in. Rian gave a silent nod as he set his wine glass back down on the table.
""Your needs are, of course, very important. But let me remind you, dear Myra, I saiddesires."" Rian reached for a bunch of the grapes himself, and began popping the plump spheres of fruit from their stems before bringing each one to his lips. ""I can appreciate someone who is used to living modestly,"" he added between bites, chewing slowly and thoughtfully. ""But you need also consider your new station. Be as modest as you wish, but considering who you have become, you must pardon the fact I would much rather spoil you when opportunities arise,"" Rian shared, honestly. He peered at Myra from the corner of his eye, looking oddly stern as he spoke. ""Perhaps it feels premature to ask for much of anything, but whenever you do find something that you want more than anything, however frivolous or ridiculous you think it might be, ask for it. Ask for it, and you will have it.""
Was encouraging his new wife to want for more than her needs to be met a foolish thing? Possibly, if he were to ask the more shrewd members of his council. Rian was far from worried, however. Myra came from the world of the commoner. And even with barely knowing her, he saw no sign of selfishness or maliciousness in her eyes, before and even after their wedding.
""... Would you care to take a stroll once we are finished?"" Rian asked, as he shifted their focus. He popped the last grape into his mouth, chewed, then swallowed. ""Which reminds me, have you even been able to witness the gardens out back?"""
533,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-10-09T03:51:00,Angelic Wolf,"Being that his gaze was focused on a distant point when he had described his feelings about being outside and the freedom, he didn't see any difference in the movement of the man beside him. Just caught up in his thoughts on riding, and only belatedly realizing how odd it might seem. Though even his own sister knew how to ride, having learned on his own mare right beside him. She had, had far less interest in riding and less need as well since she was more often at home. But at least for commoners it wouldn't be quite as uncommon for the idea for a woman to ride.
Once the roll was finished, he was selecting another few grapes off of their stems, fingers delicate as he gathered his selection, back to nibbling, the little food making him feel more hungry, just hesitant to fill himself any further while he was still nervous and fighting to hide it. Though even as he teased Rian about the idea of getting into trouble, inwardly he was grumbling. Another reason he hadn't been able to make any sort of disappearance. Esbin. Without the Lord around to follow, the advisor had seemed to be everywhere he had turned, watching the new wife closely. If he so much as put a toe in a place he was not allowed, even by accident, the male seemed to just appear at will, shooing him away to other activities, mouth pressed tight as though irritated to have to usher Myra away yet again.
A few times the brush offs had just made Zek more curious about what he wasn't allowed to see, what roomed he was barred from, and whether it was in truth, or by choice of Esbin only while the Lord was absent. One such room he had tried to revisit, curious despite the attitude that had sent him away the last time, and had sweetly told the advisor he had gotten turned around when the man appeared yet again. Doubtless the male would be informing Rian of all such things in given time, but Myra had already helped the case, that she had been merely exploring and the building certainly was a maze to those less used to it.
He had reached for another roll, fingers pressing into the soft bread, hesitating in ripping it apart as he focused on the Lord beside him, one blue eye watching the male without turning his head, listening to the words, lips compressing in a slight line. But he was seriously considering the words, rather than dismissing them out of hand as though it were some sort of trick. Doubtless the Lord would not make such an offer lightly or to fool him into asking for something only to get into trouble. That he was putting the roll down on the thus far empty plate, trading to lift the glass of wine finally, taking a small sip, mindful that he had not eaten much, but more to ease a little of the nerves. Once the delicate glass was back on the table, did the shy wife duck her head, gaze focused on her lap as though uncertain, a move he had seen his sister do before when she wanted something but was hesitant to ask, acting demure and sweet,""I do so much miss riding. My brother kept our mare, as he had more need than I."" He voiced the words softly, hesitantly as though reluctant to voice them. Giving the Lord something to spoil his new wife with, without actually asking for it while he still figured out more about the Lord, or tried to devise a way to slip away with the Lord never knowing anything the wiser.
The soft pause after his quiet comment, before he was reaching for his roll again, ripping a small piece off, peeking up at the Lord when he spoke again. And searched the male carefully after the offer of a stroll, slowly chewing on the piece of roll before swallowing it, leaning back a little to still watch Rian,""That sounds lovely. I had not had a chance to see the gardens, no. So much to see indoors, and some seemed to have odd ideas about women being outside alone."" Lips twisted slightly, a slight irritation after one such run in with Esbin, that with how inexperienced Myra was to being a noble, the man seemed to think he could lord over her, giving the new wife orders while her husband was away. Zek let him have his way rather than stir up trouble from the start and draw more attention to himself while Rian was still away. But that particular run in had rankled a bit, being told he'd need to have someone to accompany him to go outside, when he had just wanted a little time in the fresh air on his own. He was unused to the idea of needing a chaperone or the like, as in his life before, he acted as chaperone for his sister, if she had need of one but Ezekiel had been able to walk alone."
534,Mistaken Identities (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mistaken-identities-open.21232/,2021-11-16T22:58:00,headtrippin,"The mindful way in which his new bride approached her food proved oddly endearing. Rian had watched her in silence as she'd worked through each soft roll, followed by the smallest of sips of wine. Once she seemed to steel her courage, Myra ever so shyly reiterated her love of riding. It might not have been an upfront request, but the Lord was able to read between the lines with relative ease. He wasn't sure how soon she would have it, but his new wife would have a horse and gain access to the stables. He gave a subtle and understanding nod of his head. A fire of intrigue had lit itself in his gaze but he said nothing more on the subject.
""Rightfully so. I know you were likely walked about freely in your old life, but here you carry with you not only your life but your title,"" Rian attempted to explain, as to why those of his staff, probably Esbin in particular, might have forbid her from being outside on her own. ""And this new identity you have claimed does come with added dangers."" Rian dared to turn in his seat as his body came to face her more directly. ""I would not want ill to come to you."" His eyes were stern as he spoke, filled with warning and concern. ""Worry not, as I'm sure you will adjust to having a guard with you when you are outside. Then you will be able to wander to your heart's content."" His expression softened just a little at that, as he attempted to walk the line between guaranteeing her protection while allowing her to do that which made her happy.
Their meal coming to a close, Rian finished his food with the rest of the wine in his glass. The subtle warmth provided by the alcohol thrummed through his veins. He rose to his feet, his gait and posture unaffected by the glass he'd enjoyed. He offered Myra his hand to take if she so wished it. Once she was on her feet, he took the lead out of the dining hall and down one of the corridors. They passed a few servants on their way, who all quickly bowed their heads at the sight of Lord Desramaux. Rian paid them little mind other than a polite nod or two, namely so they wouldn't stay in their bent over positions all day. They arrived at a stone doorway with a heavy wooden door, albeit it was smaller than the front entrance. Rian pushed the door open, holding it for Myra, before joining her down the stone steps and into the courtyard behind their regal home. Various stone walkways had been laid along the grounds, which interwove between numerous colored blooms; roses, marigolds, irises, foxglove and peonies were smattered across the impressive landscape, as well as a number of weeping willow trees.
Rian silently took Myra's wrist as he urged her to follow him along one of the pathways. The flat planes of stone eventually changed below their feet, into elaborate mosaics of colored stone. The pathway expanded before them into a round, cleared space, filled with a beautiful stone fountain. Rian stopped in front of it, peering at the soothing sight of the flowing water a brief moment or two. Eventually he lifted Myra's wrist up as he peered down at it curiously. ""... You have sturdier wrists than I thought you'd have,"" Rian observed innocently, as his thumb smoothed along the protrusion of her wrist bone from beneath her skin."
535,Moving On,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/moving-on.17133/,2020-07-04T20:01:00,Kaila Sharp,"
A witch that was denied a chance to grow into her powers meets a being that not only brings out those powers, but also feelings that both would rather try to avoid due to the past. The more these two get pulled together, the more dangerous her powers become, and it’s only a matter of time before those that desire her strength and powers try to tear them apart for the sake of gaining them.
Aurelia
Her dress
Six months.
Most people would’ve already found a way to move on past a breakup, but for Aurelia Michaels, she was just now deciding to make an attempt to do so. Granted, her ex had been a nasty piece of work that made every effort to keep her with him and under his spell, but at least tonight she was finally gaining the courage to get out there. She was just finishing up her makeup to cover up the most noticeable of the physical scars, a cut into her face that made her look like Heath Ledger’s Joker on one side, and she grabbed her purse just before heading out to the local club. It was a busy night, and luckily she was of age to get in and potentially indulge in alcohol, so she didn’t have to make any effort to get in when they realized that her ID was real. By the time she made it out to the main area, she could tell it was a hotspot for the night. Yet Aura didn’t make a beeline for the dance floor, and instead chose to go to one of the booths that were overlooking it before sitting down.
Minutes after sitting down, Aurelia had multiple guys approach her, and she began to regret it until a drink was brought to her from one of the bartenders. “One Old Fashioned for the stunning redhead.” She didn’t order a drink, but the weirdest part was that Old Fashioned was her favorite mixed drink, so she accepted it despite not ordering it. “Since I didn’t order this, may I ask who did?” The bartender pointed to a man at the bar that definitely didn’t feel as though he belonged at the club, yet upon locking eyes with him, she could tell that he couldn’t be human with how much electricity was in his gaze. “Tell him that I said thank you, and that he’s welcome to join me if he wants to.” Pulling her gaze away from him, she went back to watching the people dance while sipping her drink, finding that it was made with whiskey instead of bourbon since that was her preference with the drink. She needed to figure out who the guy was that ordered her a drink, and she tried to work up the courage to do so. However, Aura was content staying where she was, and she kept her eyes on the people below while still feeling the lingering effects of the mystery man’s gaze."
536,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-11-18T02:49:00,Angelic Wolf,"
Mallory Pierce. 19 years old. Lives with just her father Noah Pierce. Mother died when she was younger, which broke something in her father. A relatively rich family, he turned to other pursuits, gambling, drinking and the like, throwing his money away, keeping up appearances to his daughter that everything is fine until all the money is gone. He borrowed too much money from a local mafia to keep things afloat for a time, but now they've come knocking to pay. He doesn't have the money so he offers up the only thing he has, his newly 19 year old daughter.
Looking for someone to play a dominant male. Some sort of mafia boss. Possibly cold, calculating, who might start out seeing her as nothing more than a toy, a sub to use as he wished. Could build into something later depending on progression. Almost anything is up for possibility other than vore or anything bathroom related. No mutilation or gore to Mallory but its possible to others around them. Message with any questions.
Cold...
The first stray thought to form, the chill that seemed to linger on skin, goosebumps formed in its wake. A shiver as though that might help, but the thought to move arms to maybe get warm was stopped almost the moment it formed. Because her arms were not free, pulled somewhere above her head, fingers still working when she flexed her hands but not able to feel exactly what bound her. Likely in order to not put the full pressure on her arms, her feet were just touching the floor, heels raised but the front of each foot was bracing her weight, as much as it could when the floors felt the similar chill as the air, and slick like it was tiles. Not cold like a freezer, possibly just someone that really liked to run an air conditioner. All the slowly creeping thoughts were fuzzy, coming in bits and pieces as she slowly tried to take measure of what had happened and where she was. Because she couldn't see anything. A turn of her head proved the darkness was not because of the room, but the blindfold someone had put on her, just as something soft was keeping her mouth from closing fully. Without sight her head jerked when she thought she heard a voice, just as quickly fading as though someone had merely passed close enough to be heard from a distance before all was silent again, almost too silent other than the slightly more rapid breaths through her nose, the fear of where she was starting to build up more and more, struggling to focus her thoughts on the last things she did remember.
The Day Before
""Come on Mal! Hurry up! We've got shopping to do after all. Your birthday tomorrow is going to be awesome! And you, my girl, need a new outfit to celebrate."" One Mallory Pierce rolled her eyes, sliding her sunglasses up into her hair as she followed her far more energetic friend Abby into the mall, the glory of girls everywhere. It was huge, sprawling with three floors and halls that seemed to go on for miles though logically she knew it wasn't that large. But her brunette best friend was running ahead, stumbling to a stop before the map, a finger tracing from the star that marked their entrance. Mallory followed at a much more relaxed pace, shaking her head,""Nineteen isn't that impressive Abby. You just love shopping and parties.""
The other girl spun back, an almost innocent expression on the slender features before breaking into an excited grin,""Guilty! But you like it too! You've never minded spending your father's money after all."" Bouncing in place, she waved a hand impatiently when the blonde was not moving quick enough for her liking clearly,""Come on! I heard there's an awesome sale wehaveto check out."" Before Mallory could say a word, Abby huffed and spun around to run rather than wait for the birthday girl, the reason they were making this shopping trip in the first place. Not that Mallory rushed to catch up with her, pulling her phone from a back pocket, the newest one on the market, courtesy of her father and snorted when she saw the text on the screen. Of course Evan didn't seem to take no for an answer and was insisting they were absolutely perfect for each other, that she should just give in and date him, that he could make her birthday one to remember. He just wanted to get in her pants. She knew his reputation from other girls after all. He just wanted another name on his list, not that he actually cared about her. A finger swiped the screen, clearing out the message from her view, though she was sure there would be more before the shopping trip was even over. Phone shoved back in her pocket, she squared her shoulders to delve into the Friday afternoon crowd and find hurricane Abby to get the day moving.
And found herself blowing out a tired breath over two hours later even as her brunette terror of a friend giggled as Mallory lowered her pile of selections on the counter to be rung up, her evil best friend already checked out with her own bag over her arm. Abby had been insistent that they have a fashion show, trying on various outfits until they found ones they absolutely loved. Mallory didn't mind spending money, and loved shopping but not quite the way Abby did. Once the dressed were found, she was hauled off to find a whole new set of underwear, and shoes, her friend insistent she needed new and sexy just in case she found a boy she wanted at the party enough to show them off. She glanced at the girl, giving her a glare as her father's credit card was handed over to the girl behind the counter,""You owe me a drink after this."" Abby just grinned, not at all put out,""So worth it! You're going to look killer in that!"" Only for the dreaded words.
""I'm sorry, your card was declined. Do you have another card?""
Both heads whipped around to the cashier, the girl looking a little startled and pity for having to share the news, Abby's jaw dropping. Daddy Pierce's card had never declined before. Mallory frowned in thought,""Can you try again?"" A shrug and the girl ran the card again, lips pinching in a frown at the same sad sounding beep, shaking her head. Mallory sighed, taking a step back after she slipped the card back in her bag,""Sorry, I don't have another card..."" A pity as she'd loved the feel of the dress and it really would have been killer for her birthday. It was awkward and shameful having to step away without a purchase, leaving everything on the counter. And the whispers of some of the other girls she knew who'd been in line behind them. Cheeks tinting she kept her chin up and headed out the door, Abby close on her heels. Her friend had tried to offer the moment they were away from everyone, that she'd buy the stuff and Mallory could just make it up later. She had declined, giving her friend a smile, that she had a dress just as nice at home that she hadn't worn yet. Suddenly losing interest in any more trips, the sun starting to dip down in the sky, Mallory left Abby at her house, promising to see her bright and early to prepare everything.
""Daddy?"" Mallory frowned a little as she called out for her father, her voice echoing through the large house and no response back. Not even Marta appeared from any of the rooms to greet her. Neither was there any scent of cooking food, even more evident when she detoured to the kitchen first to find the room dark. Maybe her father had given Marta the night off and was planning to surprise Mallory? A search of the entire building and her father wasn't anywhere to be found. Even calling his phone just led to a voicemail, that she left a message, concerned where he was and everything. But there wasn't like there was anything she could do or that it was very strange. She just thought with her birthday the next day he'd make an effort He doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted, usually just in the form of a credit card to buy whatever she liked. Ever since her mother had died several years before, he'd been more and more distant, spending time away from home, that Marta was more like family than he was. But he had said a few weeks ago he would be here. Something must have come up, that was the only explanation. Not feeling particularly hungry, she opted to head up to her bedroom, showering in the private bath beside it, and changing into comfortable clothing for bed. Maybe he'd show up in the morning, probably with a treat and flowers like he did last year, apologizing for not being there when he said he would be. Dragging the quilt up, she rolled over, the room already dark once she'd switched the light off.
Present Time
She remembered falling asleep, settling down on her plush mattress to get some good rest for the next day since she was sure Abby would run her ragged before the party even started. Mallory had gone to sleep, certain that all would be right with the world, her father would be there when she woke up, and have an explanation for why his card failed. And then the abrupt reminder of something dragging her out of sleep, some sound that was out of place, a murmur of voices and her door creaking. She'd rolled over onto her back, sleepily blinking open dark blue eyes, squinting in the dim light of her room, to see someone leaning over her. There was no way that was her father, nor the figure not far behind the first. She could just see enough of their faces to know they were not anyone familiar. The blond had opened her mouth to scream, though who it would alert she didn't know, the cries muffled by a hand hastily slapping a bundle of cloth over her face. And the pressure, the second person grabbing her hands when she tried to shove the arm away. Drawing in another deep breath out of instinct when she squirmed was her downfall. There'd been something almost bitter scented on the cloth, barely registering before everything faded.
And here she was, hanging from somewhere, bindings of some sort around her wrists, barely enough give to balance on the cold floor. For a terrifying moment as her mind started to catalogue sensations again, she wondered if she was even wearing clothing, struggling anew for a moment against the bindings, head craning as though she could see if anyone was in the room. But when Mallory calmed for a moment, she could finally realize that while she was cold, she was still dressed from bed, not that it mattered much in the black shorts and tank top set, patterned with various little hearts all over it. And a lacy pink thong. The thoughts were wild, trying to confirm what she wore and coming up with the fact it was very little."
537,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-11-30T17:34:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Regular
Formal
Adan Bennington didn't care for those that couldn't pay their debts, especially people as pathetic as Noah Pierce was. The reason, on the surface, had been enough for the Korean male's father to loan the money, but there was the warning that if the money was going to be used for selfish reasons, then there would be hell to pay once they came to collect. Two years earlier, he had no choice but to step up as the boss of his father's illegal business and his day job as the head of a recording studio that was going to him anyway upon a failed coup resulting in Mitchell Bennington's death, and upon finding out that most of the money loaned went to the casinos, he quadrupled the interest and angrily demanded all of it back with the increased interest added on top of it. The man blubbered more than a toddler caught doing something they weren't supposed to, even having the audacity to beg for a little more money to hold him and his daughter Mallory over, but he refused to budge at all. Blood was nearly spilled that very night, but then the girl was offered up as payment, the last thing Noah had of any value. Adan took two minutes to decide if Mallory was of any value to him, but upon being shown a picture of her from a formal dance, he ordered his men to get her any way they had towithoutdrawing blood, which was a courtesy he didn't spare often as the older man was forced out with a clean slate until the other debts caught up with him.
What a pathetic man.
The extraction, in the simplest terms, was a success, and Adan was a bit surprised that Mallory hadn't put up more of a fight. In fact, from what the men that had brought her to his house could tell, she lived in complete denial about what her father was up to, which made the desire to hurt her instead of keep her safe much more prominent. ""Sir, she should be awake by now. Would you like to go talk to her?"" One of the men who had been there to get the girl, Jaques, bowed as he spoke to him, but he didn't respond right away. ""How was she dressed when you got her?"" The question threw the other male off, but he still answered anyway. ""In pyjamas, and we didn't remove any clothing."" Satisfied with the answer, he followed the guy to the room she was being held in. ""She's all yours, sir."" Adan simply nodded before heading inside, earth colored eyes showing very little emotion as he walked in and shut the door, bolting it to give him some privacy with Mallory.
""You look better than you did in the pictures your father showed me."" Adan's voice could've passed off as belonging to a voice actor with how smooth it sounded, but he took the time to walk around Mallory as he spoke, shoes barely making a sound as he did so. Typically, the room they were in was used primarily for when they were torturing people for information, and the tools were present as if they were begging to be used, but he wasn't interested in using them. Since she was bound and forced to be on the balls of her feet, kicking her legs would feel just as painful as walking around in rough terrain in high heels for hours on end, and he stood at an even six feet as he carefully began suggestively moving his hands along her body, enjoying the fact that she was tensing up at his touch. Upon removing the blindfold and gag, it was clear to her that he wasn't that much older than her at twenty-two years old, but everything about him made it obvious that he was in control as he smoothed out his raven hair before speaking again. ""You seem a bit... surprised."" The word had to be an understatement when it was clear that his face was in the news as the owner of one of the biggest recording studios in the country, but it was unclear which job he enjoyed more: telling people how to make their music, or being the head of the mafia. ""Don't worry about the tools, darling. That's for the people I need information from that aren't willing to part with it."" Despite how warm Adan's voice appeared as he made the joke, he still sounded cold, and Mallory was the main focus right now as he signaled behind his back to raise the temperature to seventy instead of sixty to make her more comfortable."
538,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-11-30T20:27:00,Angelic Wolf,"Her father was so often away from home that if there were any problems, Mallory had no idea. He sounded normal on the phone, as normal as he had been since her mother's death. Noah Pierce always made sure his daughter was never in need of anything. She hadn't used her credit card for several days, having spent time in the luxurious home that was far too large for two people and a few staff to share. But it was home, and it was where she'd always been. Since her father had been away, she'd had various friends over, up until the fateful shopping trip when her credit card failed. That wasn't normal as she'd never over spent on it and the bills were always paid. Innocent to what her father had done, or the fact that he had offered up his only daughter as collateral to pay off this particular group, while he likely had to figure out what to do for any other debts he owed.
'Happy Birthday to me...'The thought was a mournful one, as this was far more than any prank her friends might pull. Even Evan wouldn't do something like this, and she knew for sure the men in her bedroom had not been at all familiar. She had fought, at least a little but she wasn't accustomed to strangers breaking into her room when she'd been sleeping at some early hour that the sky had still been dark, deepening the shadows in her room. And jerked her head around at a raise in sounds indicating some change in the room, tugging at her bound wrists rather than trying to hide if she was awake or not, breathing still sharper through her nose. Then the voice, unfamiliar as he wandered around her by the way his voice carried, her head trying to follow the movements. Her father? What did this have to do with him?
The twisting to try to track him blindly froze. What the hell? He would easily be able to see when she tensed as his hands wandered, trying to arch away from him but at the same time not able to tell where he was to know how to avoid his hands. And swung a foot in what seemed to be his general direction, the whimper when stiffness made itself known muffled through the fabric pinned in her mouth. Just as suddenly as she'd tried to kick, the fabric was being peeled away, dark blue eyes blinking and squinting in the light of the room after the darkness behind the blindfold. Enough to make her eyes water a bit, breathing a little harder now that she wasn't forced to breath just through her nose. Until she focused on the one who had spoken, the only other one she could see in the room, eyebrows drawing in.
Of course she knew his face. Abby was obsessed with the recording studio and was often thrusting pictures in her face, proclaiming how she would one day get an amazing opportunity with them, how the owner would swoon over her voice and sweep her off her feet. As though she needed someone rich when she was as well off as Mallory Pierce. ""Who wouldn't be, when their kidnapped from their bed?"" Her voice was soft, wary and cracked slightly before she was swallowing, tongue appearing in any sort of attempt to wet her lips, mouth feeling dry after the gag. Her gaze skimmed away from him nervously, taking in the room and he likely realized what she caught sight of by the tension and sharper inhale of fear when she saw the various tools around the room, ocean blue eyes focusing back on the male when he assured her they weren't for her,""What do you want? Where am I?"" A pause and she gave a tug at the bindings around her wrists, fingers flexing in some desperate hope the bindings might have loosened,""And what does my father have to do with it? I just want to go home!"" The last came out a little more fearful than she'd meant it to, throwing the words in his face, since it wasn't as though he had said she couldn't talk."
539,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-12-01T16:42:00,Kaila Sharp,"Mallory was fearful, and Adan could tell that as soon as she began to speak. When she was taken, it was shortly after midnight, and now it was beginning to turn to four... even if he didn't show signs of fatigue just yet. ""Believe me, if things were different, you wouldn't know this side of my life. As for what your father has been up to, let's just say that you guys were in a pinch when my father was approached for a loan to help keep you guys from going completely into the red."" The look of shock on her face was obvious as he said that, but he quickly provided evidence via online bank statements that were clearly in her father's name, and it was dated for earlier last night with the debt reaching well over a million dollars. ""Sorry for the horrible birthday present, but I pulled this last night, and your old man was mostly gambling away what was supposed to only go towards supporting you and him. What didn't go to casinos went towards what turned out to be your credit card and bills... until he decided to let an overdraft hit just before your card payment was due. We met earlier last night, and he revealed that he didn't just borrow from my father."" In an attempt to comfort her, he took a hand and gently touched her cheek as he saw the tears falling before she knew they were. ""As for going home, I'm afraid that's no longer an option. I demanded some type of payment last night, and while he offered you up as collateral, I still have no idea who else could be trying to collect. If it's also the Steele family, letting you go home would mean you're in more danger than with me. You could be useful to me in other ways despite your situation."" Before she could protest, his hand that was touching her face slid behind her head, and upon slipping his phone back into his pocket, he closed the distance between them as his mouth landed on hers. A part of Adan wanted to stay in the position with Mallory, but he had been without a woman for too long as he pulled away.
Within seconds, Adan had managed to cut Mallory down using a personal switchblade, and since she was in her position for hours, mobility was not on her side. Examining her wrists showed that the bindings were actually tight enough to where she should've lost circulation before he talked to her, and she'd managed to chafe them enough to where the rope burns were making her bleed, which was something he'd ordered his man Erik to not do. ""Your questions and the fun can wait. This shouldn't have happened, and now I need to treat these."" He had put the switchblade back onto a loop of his pants as he spoke, the clip being able to keep it secure, and he was able to lift her bridal style effortlessly before heading to the door. As he unbolted the door, he could feel her shorts were slipping off as he shifted to keep them on her. ""Be quiet, be good, and you'll be rewarded generously."" He whispered in her ear, making sure to briefly turn up the charm before trailing a few kisses down her neck in a way that was sure to get her warmed up for later. Nobody dared to stop Adan as he carried Mallory through the inside of the house, which was modern and painted in a neutral color scheme, all the way up to his personal bedroom that had a bathroom attached to give them privacy as he put in a code to lock it behind them.
Compared to their first meeting, Adan was careful in tending to the rope burns on Mallory's wrists, and he appeared to have thawed for a second as he looked her over for any other injuries besides the soreness. Once she was completely cleared of any injuries, he pulled her onto his lap so she was almost appearing to straddle him, and his smile was somehow filled with more warmth than before. ""Do you know what you've done to me already?"" If it wasn't that obvious before, the position he had her in would've made it clear that he was more than just slightly aroused as he also held her hips so she couldn't escape so easily. He then began kissing her again with more passion than before, nearly leaving her breathless a few times as he worked to get her into the same mood as he was. He could already tell that she was more on the submissive side, which was more than perfect to him as he moved from simple kissing to more of a make out session. Adan's hands explored Mallory as he kissed her, though for right now, they'd settled with one hand still being used to keep her secured to his lap while the other was slipping underneath her tank top to explore where her clothes had covered up.
All the while, Adan had began rocking Mallory against him, not daring to take her clothes off just yet since she was resisting what her body was clearly enjoying."
540,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-12-01T20:54:00,Angelic Wolf,"Her eyebrows drew in, shaking her head as though she wasn't strung up from the ceiling when he revealed her own father had taken a loan with his family,""If things were different, I wouldn't know you at all! We haven't had money problems. He said everything was going fine with his company."" She had been unaware that, that company was long since lost, sold off to the highest bidder in order to get more money in his pocket before he'd turned to getting loans from various groups. As far as she knew, the days away from home, he was traveling for his company, meeting clients. But the statements he showed off to her on the phone were damning evidence against her father, that she could see the name on the account with no problem, one Noah Pierce, the numbers deep into the negatives. The attempt at a gentle touch, when she hadn't realized a few tears had spilled, not believing her father had lied to her about this, letting her believe everything was fine, and she was jerking her head away, wincing as she pulled at the bindings. And the sick ache when she realized her father had sold her off. He had used her to pay off his debt, offering his only daughter, newly nineteen years old, into the hands of someone like this. Someone who seemed to think she was far better off with him than with anyone else. Even more to the point of what he considered her, when the phone was slipped away and he was claiming her mouth in a kiss without warning, the hand behind her head keeping her from pulling away this time until he wanted to. So startled that she missed her moment to even consider biting, breathing a bit harder when he'd pulled back, cheeks flushed.
Even as she was still reeling from the kiss, she wasn't prepared when the bindings holding her suspended were suddenly gone, and might have fallen completely to the floor if it wasn't for the other male supporting her weight, limbs protesting the movements, whimpering as her arms came down, flinching when he was inspecting her wrists,""What fun?"" The words were a mutter she winced as she tried to shift her balance. That while she didn't want to lean on him, she couldn't have easily stayed on her feet otherwise. The likely culprit for the bindings being so tight was the fact that while the claim was made she hadn't fought much, how easy it had been, it was a bit of a white lie. While Mallory hadn't managed to put up much of a fight before she was knocked unconscious, she'd managed to scratch one of the kidnappers, who was likely irritated the young girl had managed to hurt him, and hadn't taken as much care binding her wrists, tight enough that her own struggles would make it much worse. Only to suddenly be hoisted off her feet far too easily, a hand grabbing at her pajama shorts when she felt them slide, as much as he was adjusting them for her, squirming from his touch.
Arms somewhat awkwardly crossed over her chest, wrists stinging the longer the tight bindings were off as the cold, numb feeling faded, snorting at his whispered words, twitching at the pattern of kisses down her neck, turning her head away even if the color across her cheeks darkened. Though she didn't raise a fuss in the walk through the hallways, blue eyes taking in everything she could, not looking at anyone they might pass as she had doubts anyone would dare to help her out of the situation when clearly the male carrying her was in charge of everything. And though she was tense in his arms, the tremor came back when he'd walked into a room that was clearly a bedroom, and she heard the door lock behind them. That she was almost meek once he'd set her down to check her wrists, submitting quietly to the cleaning other than winces or small sounds of pain as her wrists were cleaned and bandaged properly.
Without warning she was suddenly hauled onto his lap, so she was kneeling, straddling his lap, blue eyes wide at the sudden move, much like she was nothing more than a doll to manipulate as he saw fit. That when she tried to pull back, he seemed to anticipate the struggle, hands clasping tightly around her hips, keeping her pinned against him. And the obvious reaction he spoke of pressed against her, probably exciting him more when she struggled, hands grabbing for his shoulders, whimpering when limbs still protested sudden movements, trying to use the leverage to push away from Adan,""No, n-."" The protest was swallowed when his lips captured hers, hands still shoving at his shoulders but of a height difference between them that it was easy to overpower her. She'd certainly kissed a time or two before, not really going any further with any of the guys she'd known, not even Evan though he had been bugging her about it. But most had been gentle, sometimes more awkward than fun depending on who it was since most didn't have much experience. Not the claiming way he went about it, dragging her into the kisses whether she wanted to or not, demanding it of her rather than asking. That she was panting whenever he let her up for air, whimpering when she felt his hand finding the edge of her tank top and slipping under. She had to sacrifice shoving at his shoulders to let go with one hand, trying to grab for his fingers instead, to pull his hand away, leaning back at the next release from the kiss, trying to get a little distance, breathing short and sharp, lips a little swollen from the kissing.
She had been untouched, other than minor fooling around, something her father had likely tacked on as a good reason that she had value. Pure, almost completely a virgin to everything. That she was fighting the fact that as he rocked her hips into his, her body was reacting even if she was against was he was doing, the ache of a different sort building. One hand was planted on his chest, arm trembling from trying to push and keep him back, the other trying to fight the hand wandering under her clothing."
541,New Life. New Hell? (Male Mafia Boss Needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/new-life-new-hell-male-mafia-boss-needed.19063/,2020-12-04T16:40:00,Kaila Sharp,"To say that Adan wasn't enjoying the fact that Mallory was trying to resist him would've been a lie, and he could tell what was building despite the clothing that was separating them at the moment. Yes, he was told that she wasmostlyuntouched, but he hadn't lied about the fact that she would've been in danger if it was discovered that her father had borrowed from the Summers family. The new head of the family, Damien, would've used her as a breeder, but he would've also taken every effort to injure her had she dared to resist him. That was the main reason the raven haired male had taken her when offered, yet here she was, acting like she needed to preserve her innocence. As soon as he felt her hand catch his despite it being under her tank top, he gave a chance for her to breathe once more as he spoke. ""Mallory, relax. Don't resist what you're feeling, and this will get you a reward if you let this happen."" Adan's eyes appeared to lighten at the same time, but he gave Mallory a look that would've stopped any protesting as he quickly removed her hand that had grabbed his and shifted so her back was now on the bed.
Adan moved quickly to make sure that Mallory couldn't get her hands within reach to attempt to push him off, pinning them above her head with one hand as his mouth returned to hers with the same passion as before. Now that she was pinned like this, he let his free hand explore her body once more, only to this time slip it into her shorts. It didn't take long for him to realize that she was indeed innocent, and he began to slowly tease her with a little bit of rubbing with his thumb. He knew exactly what was underneath it, and once he felt that she was warned up enough from that, he chose to then remove her shorts and underwear completely, discarding them as he knew she was ready to handle him. It didn't take long for him to start to undo his pants, nor did it take long for him to get them off before using one hand to get his shirt off as well. Pulling away just long enough to give Mallory a full look at his toned body that was close to forming a six pack, Adan could tell she liked what she saw as he quickly took off her tank top, leaving the two of them completely exposed on the bed.
""I'm not going to lie, this will hurt for you at first due to your... innocence, but it will become enjoyable in the future."" Adan had shifted Mallory so they were back in the original position he had her in, but he took the chance to admire what he saw. None of her clothes he'd seen her in gave her curves any justice, and it seemed that she could do with a personal tailor it she behaved right now so she could show them off effectively. Yet when he attempted to get her into position for what was to come, he had to fight harder as she began resisting again. ""Mallory, stop. Relax."" When she refused to do so, it didn't take long for a rough kiss to paralyze her as he moved quickly to get started. However, there was no amount of kissing or touching that could make the immediate pain any easier, and as he felt the popping sensation that came as he slid into her, all he could do was stop briefly and wipe away her tears. ""I know it hurts, I know..."" He soothed, gently rocking her against him until she took his full length, and he then began to pick up the pace just a little bit as he smiled, revealing dimples despite how sternly he'd gazed at her before now. Adan once again returned to kissing Mallory once it was clear that she was giving into the way she was feeling at the moment instead of the pain, and he quickly began to work on massaging her hips as he gave into the same feeling.
""Mallory... Fuck, you're good..."" The groan had escaped Adan's lips before he could stop it, and he then began to move his hands up so he could make sure she was on top of him, and yet another one escaped him as he gave an order. ""Please me..."""
542,"""Not Going Back"" ( or, ""A Little Fae in the Big Apple"" )",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-going-back-or-a-little-fae-in-the-big-apple.27033/,2023-02-05T01:52:00,Chartreux,"Hi, prospective writing partner! After a whole lot of planning this story and my Original Post, my writing partner vanished. Sigh. Well, I like the premise of this story too much to abandon it, so it's going into the open stories section. Originally this was meant to be a faerie male x human female but it can be edited to be faerie female and human male. My only insistence is that I play the faerie.
""Not Going Back""
( or, ""A Little Fae in the Big Apple"" )
'Sard the Faerie Queen! Sard the King! Sard their whole sarding Royal Court!!!' thought Ragweed as he ran, naked, through the Faerie Realm's perpetual twilight and ran for his life through the Royal Game Park. He was not a deer to be hunted for meat or sport. A deer might have had better odds of escape, as Ragweed was a simple dweller in the citadel and quite unfamiliar with the ways of the woods. Sard it, deer were more protected by laws, exorbitant fees and more exorbitant fines than Ragweed was. The sad truth was, that when his mentor was charged with high treason, Ragweed had no friends in any position to plead on his behalf.
That wasn't to say that Ragweed was as unsullied as the driven snow. He was merely a newly independent citizen, a performer, just one level higher than a serf. Like any Fae of the underclasses, he survived on wits and trickery, still he kept all of his bargains and never told a direct falsehood. He ought not to have been arrested, except his sarding mentor, either by some device or inference, implicated Ragweed as one of his co-conspirators in his treason! Ragweed's name had likely been given up by the betrayer in pursuit of a favorable sentence. Royalty and government love to ravage potential threats to their rule, even more if they can turn it into a glorious spectacle to dissuade further threats to their rule from sprouting. It was likely certain that Ragweed's head would be displayed on a pike as a warning to all other Fae to be careful about who their friends were.
As he'd been judged guilty and sentenced to death, in a sham of a trial, Ragweed had been given the choice of a dignified public execution or to be shamefully hunted in an exercise by members of the nobility. Sard a dignified public execution!
'This lowborn will make them work to take his head', Ragweed silently promised himself. It wasn't much, but Ragweed had one trick up his arse. With it, his head start of an hour would get him much farther from his horse mounted pursuers and their hounds than they might have expected or thought possible. Ragweed just needed to be careful that he didn't trip or fall and injure himself….
A hunting horn sounded in the far distance when the sands had run out on his hour. Ragweed had put a considerable distance between himself and the starting point. He'd gotten so far ahead that the hunters might have thought that they had overtaken him some time back and missed him, but even a citadel dweller knew that their dogs were not likely to be so fooled. It was also too bad that the hunters would likely see through any illusion or glamour that he crafted in an attempt to misdirect them from his true location. What good is glamour if everyone in the world has it?
While it had taken some time, sooner than Ragweed had hoped, he began to hear the cries of the hunting hounds in the distance. Sard! He had taken only a little time to catch his breath! Yet, as he was about to once again begin his pace, he began to detect the feeling of magic not too far away. Was it his hunters? That was possible, but likely not as cheating each other in a competition to catch him would be quite unsporting. Or so the rumors about how the nobility lived might say. Ragweed moved to investigate.
In the span of a few minutes, the fugitive spied a circle of pale green light between two trees at the end of a clearing. When he was a child, Ragweed had heard the stories of passages between Faerie and the world of men. These stories were from long, long ago. The legends said that the men had chased the Fae from the human lands of Earth and that the Fae had succeeded in sealing the gate ways to Faerie from the men bearing iron and steel. Every Fae knew that it was a crime just as bad as treason to be caught planning to escape to the human lands….
'Sard it! The Fae plan to kill me anyway!' thought Ragweed. 'I think I'd rather take my chances in the world of men!' And with no hesitation thought he sprinted with all of his might toward the magical passage.
The sound of the hounds grew closer as Ragweed reached the green glowing portal. They might now be nearing the field that he had just traveled. Whist he might die in the world of men, he would certainly die if he stayed in Faerie. Therefore, Ragweed stepped through the light.
In nearly an instant, he emerged, naked, into a world of the dark of night. He'd never known night, but the descriptions he'd heard in stories told him that it was the time of night in the human world. Strange bright glowing torches burned and illuminated this land and lawn without flickering like a fire would. Nearer and more immediate, small torches did burn and illuminate what appeared to be an altar set with bread, milk, honey, wine, fruit, flowers and… a human child?!? On the other side of the altar were adult humans, perhaps a dozen or so, dressed in robes. One held a black handled dagger!
Potential rich offerings of appeasement aside, Ragweed felt that he could not trust the people that had unwittingly provided him with a means of escape. He also noted that he sensed very little magic from the humans. Sensing about, he spied a slender silverish rod upon the ground. This was the source of the portal and these humans had somehow activated it. That meant that maybe they might not see through his spells of glamour!
As desperate as the situation was, Ragweed smiled. In an instant, he conjured a phantom in the form of a flaming bull of fire. He poured enough mana into the phantom to give it real tangibility and strength. The humans scattered and fled in panic!
Having given himself some space and time, Ragweed picked up the magic rod from the ground. The portal vanished as he took the rod into his hands. If the humans could repeat whatever they had done and open the way to Faerie again, the Fae might come through, find him and catch him. A great bridge spanned the nearby river. Perhaps if he dropped the rod there it might not be found? Or at least not found for some time.
The human child on the altar began to cry. Now what should he do? If he took it with him and were caught by humans, they would call him kidnapper and perhaps kill him. If he stayed to aid the child, the robed humans might not stay frightened and return. If no one stayed to aid the child, it might catch cold and die…."
543,Not So Anonymous Sex (M for F),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-so-anonymous-sex-m-for-f.24131/,2022-01-17T19:18:00,TheWanderers,"
Title:
Not So Anonymous Sex Characters: MC - Andrew, 21 years old. 5'10"", buzzed black hair, hazel eyes, slim but fit. 175lbs. YC - Open Setting:
Modern / Contemporary Themes:
!!OPEN!!
Andrew really didn't know who she was. Or why she was so interested in him. But he wasn't about to complain. No, not with what she had promised him. How could he say no tothat!?! It was why he was at the Shady Pine Motel - a not so glamorous place to meet up with a women he had never met, never even seen, to have sex with. It was straight out of a horror movie and he was fully expecting to get murdered. But the prospect of losing his virginity - FINALLY - was too much for him to pass up.
He spat the chewing gum out into a garbage can and unzipped his rain jacket before taking one final glance around. The rain was so fine it was more of a mist, casting an eerie view of the motels parking lot. It was dark out and the single street lamp cast a beam of light through the mist. There were a handful of cars in the parking lot and the 'vacancy' sign flickered with a faulty connection made worse by the dampness of the air.
He stood in front of the door, clenching his hands into tight fists. If this was for real, it would be a wild night for him. If this was a setup, well, he might end up on the missing persons list. How she had gotten this room - #69 - was beyond him but the irony wasn't lost. Not after all the dirty talking (well, texting and typing) they had exchanged, about sucking dick and eating pussy (something he had never actually done).
The door was open as promised and he stepped inside. There was also the camera in the corner of the room as promised. Soft music was playing but his eyes were drawn to the bed. She was there, waiting for him - as promised. There was no mistaking that.
She was on all fours and naked on the bed, her naked lower half in full view of him and the door. The rest of her was obscured by the curtain she had strung up across the small room, covering her identity (and his - she had only ever seen dick pics of him) but clearly offering herself up for the deed. He thought that maybe the fact he was a virgin was why she had wanted to do this.
They had met online one lonely evening when he had posted a dick-pic on an adult sight where people would judge him. It had stroked his ego in a big way, with comments on how beautiful his cock was, how big it was, and then the usual dirty talk of what certain people would want to do to a cock like his. She - FuckMe69Gal - had been different than the others, taking a slower approach in conversation with him. No nudes of her own but he had felt more comfortable talking with her, like he already knew her and had been friends with her for years. She called him out on his virginity and offered to pop his cherry - if he really wanted it. That had been three months ago and now here there were.
He could see the slickness between her legs already. A box of condoms sat on the edge of the bed but she had made it very clear it was optional for him to use them. Just staring at her was making him hard, even if he had no idea what else was on the other side of the curtain. So he stripped, as had been planned, revealing that cock that the woman before him so desperately wanted inside of her.
Long and hard, he stood nearly 10 inches once fully erect. Uncut, the mushroomed head of his cock peeked out of its sheath, ready to experience pussy for the first time. He had shaved himself smooth for the occasion, his large balls dangling between his legs as he moved to the edge of the bed. He was already leaking precum and felt his heartbeat pulsating.
He slowly reached out - he had forgotten to bring the voice-changed she had sent to him - brushing his fingertips over the backs of her thighs, letting her know he was there - something more than obvious by all the noise he had made. He stared down at her puckered rear passage then down to her smooth pussy lips. He couldn't help but let his finger stroke over her soft folds, touching a pussy for the first time in his life."
544,Not the Same as Before (Female Version: Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-female-version-take-two.25256/,2022-06-21T08:28:00,Kaila Sharp,"
A more extroverted girl, preferably human while also being open to having her play against a supernatural. She met Marceline when they were freshman in high school before she moved from the district just before her sophomore year of high school, but they never really talked much despite how much they both wanted to, and they're about to meet again for the first time since she moved.
Normal appearance
Her hair
In every sense of the word, Marceline Acosta had changed, and she didn't mind it at all. Not everyone that knew her could accept that it even happened: a shy, introverted girl that suddenly began to show off a 180⁰ personality change, and a few dared to mock her for it that had quickly been cut off. Various scars that were both physical and mental still remained from the man that turned her off to all other men for life, but there was something about being with a woman that made her feel safer than with any other possible gender, which was why she openly declared herself a lesbian the moment she knew that was what she was. While that didn't stop her from going out often with friends she decided to keep around and new ones she'd made, it was clear that tonight was a much different night as the clubs were finally reopened. She decided to keep it semiformal, dressing in a sapphire t-shirt that was sure to make her hair stand out when seen against it, an ombre skirt that started out the same color as her shirt that slowly transitioned to raven as it neared just below her knees (courtesy of her designer friend Heather), gothic style boots that were as dark as the bottom of her skirt and just barely grazed it, and warm jacket that was just a few shades lighter than her shirt was with a night colored lace pattern on the outside. Marcy was practically ready to go, but as soon as a knock sounded from the other side of her bathroom door, she knocked back as an 'all clear' for the person on the other side to enter, only to find her friend and roommate Serena barging in once she returned to the counter.
Man, the amount of energy that girl had could power the world if converted to electricity, and considering the two of them were both found to be witches and seers (though anyone modern would've called them mediums), it was a miracle their near familial relationship even worked out so well.
""Wow, you're definitely going to kill it on the dance floor tonight, and you can't get out of drinking since Drewbie already called DD for tonight."" Although Andrew hated the nickname being used by anyone besides family, Marceline and Serena were practically his sisters at this point in their friendship, so they reserved the right to call him that when his actual family wasn't around. ""You can't make me, and maybe if they play a song I like, I'll get out there and dance, but should I have my hair down, up, or some type of hybrid of the two?"" Her hair only came down to her mid back, so it wasn't going to be that difficult to work with, and the girl with natural auburn hair quickly got to work on her surrogate sister's hair, opting for a braid that twisted itself into a bun to give a more formal look to her. They chatted idly as the work was done to her hair, only for a sore subject to come up: a girl she only now realized she had feelings for. Back when the two originally met, she didn't want to drag the girl into her complicated family life, even potentially risking the girl becoming a victim of the same man who had hurt her, but it was clear that she now felt she'd gotten away. ""She frequents the club we're going to a lot, and she's bound to be there if she knows that the club reopened."" A sense of hope, but she didn't want to show it in case it turned out to be false. ""How would you know that, Ser? Last I knew, you weren't friends with her or following her on any social media."" The girl gave a playful tug at her hair, knocking her a bit off balance as she made the effort to regain her balance. ""A lot of our graduating class tagged her in pictures there once we became of age, and if you be the girl you are now, she'll definitely be drawn to you."" That was easy, but the year that Marcy met her, it was the worst year of her life, so there was now the risk of her former personality returning with a vengeance upon trying to strike up a conversation.
Not that it mattered as time began to blur as they made their way to an upscale club, only managing to avoid the entrance fee by flashing their IDs with a hidden symbol marking them as supernaturals.
As a witch, Marceline was adept at reading people via their auras, which meant a glimpse into their personalities for her while most others only saw emotions. Many blurred together as they went to get a booth and some drinks, but then it happened. The girl from her past had an aura that always stood out because it refused to mix with other auras, and she quickly pinpointed it from the crowd as proof that Serena was right. Once her drink arrived, a Pina colada with whipped cream, she quickly downed it as her other hand began to tremble slightly as her nerves took over. ""Ser, she's here."" Of course the other girl had a hard time spotting her, but with her rare ability to detect a person's moral compass and manipulate it, she found her since hers was the hardest to change. ""Her aura didn't change, did it?"" Andrew, a Sidhe fae with more human traits due to the glamour he had active, asked as he took a few sips from the water he ordered. ""The colors, the symbols for her interests, the inability for it to blend with those around it... it's definitely her.""
""Then go talk to her, Marceline. You're not the shy freshman anymore, and you'll definitely turn heads as you make your way through the crowd."""
545,Not the Same as Before (Female Version: Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-female-version-take-two.25256/,2022-07-10T07:26:00,Kaila Sharp,(Bump.)
546,Not the Same as Before (Female Version: Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-female-version-take-two.25256/,2022-07-13T18:32:00,Sara4rp,"
A more extroverted girl, preferably human while also being open to having her play against a supernatural. She met Marceline when they were freshman in high school before she moved from the district just before her sophomore year of high school, but they never really talked much despite how much they both wanted to, and they're about to meet again for the first time since she moved.
In every sense of the word, Marceline Acosta had changed, and she didn't mind it at all. Not everyone that knew her could accept that it even happened: a shy, introverted girl that suddenly began to show off a 180⁰ personality change, and a few dared to mock her for it that had quickly been cut off. Various scars that were both physical and mental still remained from the man that turned her off to all other men for life, but there was something about being with a woman that made her feel safer than with any other possible gender, which was why she openly declared herself a lesbian the moment she knew that was what she was. While that didn't stop her from going out often with friends she decided to keep around and new ones she'd made, it was clear that tonight was a much different night as the clubs were finally reopened. She decided to keep it semiformal, dressing in a sapphire t-shirt that was sure to make her hair stand out when seen against it, an ombre skirt that started out the same color as her shirt that slowly transitioned to raven as it neared just below her knees (courtesy of her designer friend Heather), gothic style boots that were as dark as the bottom of her skirt and just barely grazed it, and warm jacket that was just a few shades lighter than her shirt was with a night colored lace pattern on the outside. Marcy was practically ready to go, but as soon as a knock sounded from the other side of her bathroom door, she knocked back as an 'all clear' for the person on the other side to enter, only to find her friend and roommate Serena barging in once she returned to the counter.
Man, the amount of energy that girl had could power the world if converted to electricity, and considering the two of them were both found to be witches and seers (though anyone modern would've called them mediums), it was a miracle their near familial relationship even worked out so well.
""Wow, you're definitely going to kill it on the dance floor tonight, and you can't get out of drinking since Drewbie already called DD for tonight."" Although Andrew hated the nickname being used by anyone besides family, Marceline and Serena were practically his sisters at this point in their friendship, so they reserved the right to call him that when his actual family wasn't around. ""You can't make me, and maybe if they play a song I like, I'll get out there and dance, but should I have my hair down, up, or some type of hybrid of the two?"" Her hair only came down to her mid back, so it wasn't going to be that difficult to work with, and the girl with natural auburn hair quickly got to work on her surrogate sister's hair, opting for a braid that twisted itself into a bun to give a more formal look to her. They chatted idly as the work was done to her hair, only for a sore subject to come up: a girl she only now realized she had feelings for. Back when the two originally met, she didn't want to drag the girl into her complicated family life, even potentially risking the girl becoming a victim of the same man who had hurt her, but it was clear that she now felt she'd gotten away. ""She frequents the club we're going to a lot, and she's bound to be there if she knows that the club reopened."" A sense of hope, but she didn't want to show it in case it turned out to be false. ""How would you know that, Ser? Last I knew, you weren't friends with her or following her on any social media."" The girl gave a playful tug at her hair, knocking her a bit off balance as she made the effort to regain her balance. ""A lot of our graduating class tagged her in pictures there once we became of age, and if you be the girl you are now, she'll definitely be drawn to you."" That was easy, but the year that Marcy met her, it was the worst year of her life, so there was now the risk of her former personality returning with a vengeance upon trying to strike up a conversation.
Not that it mattered as time began to blur as they made their way to an upscale club, only managing to avoid the entrance fee by flashing their IDs with a hidden symbol marking them as supernaturals.
As a witch, Marceline was adept at reading people via their auras, which meant a glimpse into their personalities for her while most others only saw emotions. Many blurred together as they went to get a booth and some drinks, but then it happened. The girl from her past had an aura that always stood out because it refused to mix with other auras, and she quickly pinpointed it from the crowd as proof that Serena was right. Once her drink arrived, a Pina colada with whipped cream, she quickly downed it as her other hand began to tremble slightly as her nerves took over. ""Ser, she's here."" Of course the other girl had a hard time spotting her, but with her rare ability to detect a person's moral compass and manipulate it, she found her since hers was the hardest to change. ""Her aura didn't change, did it?"" Andrew, a Sidhe fae with more human traits due to the glamour he had active, asked as he took a few sips from the water he ordered. ""The colors, the symbols for her interests, the inability for it to blend with those around it... it's definitely her.""
""Then go talk to her, Marceline. You're not the shy freshman anymore, and you'll definitely turn heads as you make your way through the crowd.""
Sara a young girl who is just looking for some time off away from all things that she has to do like school and work sits with her friends at the normal club they go do drinking a walker because it is her turn to be the DD as she is wearing a pearl white crop top with a raven black knee length skirt her blonde hair braided and going over her right sholder as she is speaking to her friends about the week
After she moved a few years ago she had been secretly hoping to meet back up with Marceline because she found her cute in her own sort of way and also wanted to try and break that shell Marceline seemed to have with always being the shy quite kid, but all of that is in the back of her head as she looks around thinking she is being watched as she goes back to her conversation ""what is up Sara you seem a little distracted today and your not even drinking"" Steph says, Stephanie is Sara's best and first friend she made when she moved and the two have been inseparable ever since going out for the cheer team together getting in trouble together and spending the night at eatchothers houses every other weekend it seemed like, as Sara sighs she nods ""yea everything is fine it is just a weird feeling I can't describe came over me"" she says as Steph smiles widely ""Well here let me go get you a better drink then just water and yes I will make it a vergin drink I haven't had that much yet"" Steph says as she gets out wearing a similar top as Sara but instead of a skirt she is wearing shorts that barley go over her butt, Sara smiles a little as she watches her friend disappear in the crowd of people to get more drinks"
547,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-08-24T08:23:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Then
Now
A female character that's a mix between an introvert and extrovert, one that wanted to befriend him in the past, but couldn't due to circumstances outside of her control (dark themes are welcome as a reason). Definitely okay with going up against supernaturals, though he's not aware that anything besides humans exist.
Chester Gray V didn't feel at home in a club setting at all, and considering his upbringing, it was clear why. He didn't really fit in with a lot of kids his age, knowing very well that a lot of them had a partying phase that he never indulged in due to being raised in a religious household. It also didn't help that a lot of people had been turned off for being his friend once they realized he had a more direct way of speaking, but those who got past that understood that talking wasn't a strong suit for him outside of music, something he'd been passionate about to the extent that it was now his career. The music was mostly remixes of the newest hits, most becoming unrecognizable as a result of the sheer volume of the place, but ever since he came in, it felt as if this was his night to go meet someone new, or maybe even figure out if anyone knew what happened to the girl he met their freshman year of high school. It wasn't like he'd thought she wasn't attractive, she was actually someone he thought was out of his league, but in the brief times they spoke or had crossed paths, he swore to himself that he'd find a way to get her to open up... until she suddenly moved that summer and disappeared. Chess took that moment to clean his glasses with one of the napkins, prompting his friends to take notice and include him in the conversation.
Chester didn't exactly think he was ugly by any means, but he knew some aspects of his appearance made girls not want to date him at times. He was a little over six feet tall, and considering he was also thin for his age, it was clear that some girls thought he was a bit of a string bean when he wasn't wearing long sleeves or full length pants like he was with a navy blue shirt an over a plaid blue and red alongside storm colored jeans. His naturally curly earth colored hair, which he was known to bleach a lot back in high school, was now highlighted to the extent that it made his hair look closer to dirty blond while having a much healthier look to it. Despite living in Arizona all his life, he was still pale, but it wasn't like he didn't try to get some sunlight at times. Behind glasses that thick black plastic frames that went lower at the bottom than the top were gray eyes that could appear to be more blue or green depending upon the lighting, tonight in particular being gray with a hint of blue if someone wanted to search for it. In all honesty, Chess looked like he could still be in high school despite being twenty-two, and upon tuning back into the conversation, he realized that his friends were commenting about a group that had just come in.
""A group of eights just walked in, and I think one of them could be a nine if she held her head up higher."" It was obvious that Dylan, the natural blond that made the comment, was eyeing the girls as he spoke, but Chester couldn't help but glance over as he heard the last part.No. Freaking. Way.He looked over to find that the one his friend said could be a nine was the girl who suddenly moved away before he could really try to befriend her, and to his amazement, she'd come out of her shell compared to back then. ""Looks like Chester's already got his eyes on one of them."" Michael, a long-time friend who was tan with naturally thick raven colored curls, couldn't help but point out before taking notice ofwhichgirl it was. ""No way, isn't that...?"" Of course, nobody could recall her name at that moment, but the conversation quickly began to turn to why she was never included in their friend group before she moved. ""Go talk to her, and you're not allowed to come back to the table until you at least get her number. You should've done this ages ago."" Of course, he should've, but she always felt kinda disinterested in a lot of things, and he didn't know why, but it seemed like she also didn't want to go home at times before she moved. Chess then stood up, feeling the need to go grab a normal drink without being overwhelmed by the idea of ""the one that got away"" suddenly returning to his life, but what had changed during that time between her moving and today?
Would she even recognize him now that he'd hit a growth spurt and stopped trying to fit in so much?"
548,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-09-15T06:56:00,Kaila Sharp,Bump.
549,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-16T02:47:00,Kaila Sharp,Bumping again.
550,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-21T01:23:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"May I apply for this female role,I have a character that would bode quite well."
551,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-21T02:05:00,Kaila Sharp,"Yeah, go right ahead."
552,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-21T02:24:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"£ Silvia Luna Thorn, had begrudgingly attended this outing. It was one of her friend’s birthday, Vivian a girl with bouncy ebony curls and emerald irises always seemed to attract attention wherever they went, Though Silvia didn’t usually mind. In fact, she preferred it, too many eyes liked to linger and scrutinize every aspect of someone, But Vivian was turning 23 today and Silvia owed this to her friend,so with a heavy sigh. Attended, arriving early like always. Allowed Silvia to find a good table for them, though usually she wore comfy, long sleeved tops and jeans. Vivian convinced her to wear something different from the usual style.A somewhat tight, Sapphire blue dress.
It’s layered skirts barely reached her knees,and with that. Also wore small ebony heels. With pantyhose, the sleeves though puffy were short and revealed slender, porcelain shoulders. Usual braided hair of crimson,now fell heavily in waves past ripe hips.Though Silvia refused to lose her reading glasses which framed pale blue irises as lips of dark pink.Upturned into a smile.£“ Ok,ok Vivian I’m coming,you know I hate these places...ugh you’re lucky and blessed it’s you’re birthday,woman.” Her Irish lilt coming through with every word spoken,Though Vivian teasingly rolled emerald green irises and spoke as they made their way to a table. “ Silvia..you’ve gotta get out more! Honestly you’re my best friend...but come on! Don’t you want to go wild once in a while,this will do you some good...it’s better then being around all those books at ‘crescent book’ store all day girl..”"
553,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-21T15:22:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"
I’ll make sure to make longer posts after this one ^_^"
554,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-21T23:11:00,Kaila Sharp,"Silvia Thorn, it was at that moment when Chester finally remembered her name. She was a bookworm type, but he could always remember her being more outgoing at times when it came to school dances, some fundraising events that made you pay to participate, and some others, but she definitely appeared to come out of her shell as another girl followed her inside. He'd remembered that girl, Vivian, but that girl was the one who had more confidence most of the time. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, most likely either Michael or Dylan egging him on (maybe both at this rate), but he needed a way to get the redhead alone so he could try to talk to her, but the only place it felt right to try to approach her at was the bar since he was kind of sure that her friend would definitely recognize him. A part of him wanted to chicken out right here and now, but he made himself take a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and approached the bar with a look of determination. ""You need to be at least twenty-one to sit at the bar."" Chess handed the bartender, an older man who looked like he was at least in his fifties, his ID so it could be verified, and it was clear that the guy was still a bit wary of him being of age.
""I still look like a kid, don't I?"" Chester knew it before the bartender confirmed it, but it was supposedly a good thing. ""Yeah, but since your ID's valid, it's a good thing. What can I get for you?"" He ordered non-alcoholic drinks, which was likely a welcome relief since it seemed like they weren't as commonly ordered as their alcoholic counterparts. ""Why the non-alcoholic drinks, if you don't mind me asking?"" There it was: the why, but it was one of the easiest to answer, which was something that he knew confused people. ""It's against my religion, and the others are for my friends."" He pointed at the table where Michael and Dylan were sitting, and of course the two of them were already fixated on something else at the moment, so it was easy to get the server to deliver them unnoticed. ""Just my luck that I get a couple of Mormons tonight, and if one of you gets too rowdy, you're out of here. You understand, Chester?"" It felt weird being called his name instead of his nickname, especially by a stranger, but he nodded in understanding as the bartender got to work on the drinks. Chess then glanced down as the bartender served him his drink, a Pina Colada without the alcohol, and the other drinks were given to a server to give to his friends, and he couldn't help it when he glanced over to see Silvia and Vivian talking about something as he heard the same bartender clear his throat.
""What's the matter? A girl over there have your attention?"" Chester couldn't believe it, he was being obvious about how much he wanted to talk to Silvia, but he knew denying it would only lead to trouble for himself. ""The redhead in the blue dress, I haven't seen her since we were freshman in high school. I want to talk to her, but I don't know if she would even recognize me considering I had a second growth spurt after she moved."" Of course, saying it out loud felt like an admission of guilt, but at the same time, it was a bit liberating to able to admit it. ""Send her the same drink you just got, it seems like it suits her, and she's likely going to be the DD for the group she's with."" That sounded like her: being the sober one so nobody risked driving under the influence, and he did exactly that as he watched it go to her. At this point, more people were coming in, and luckily, the server managed to get it to her without any issues, but what he didn't expect was for her to lock eyes with him as the server told her it was from him. Just that look alone made it feel as if his body was electrified, but would she be brave enough to come over and talk to him?Your move, Silvia. Do you recognize me after all these years?Chess knew that most guys sending a drink to a girl could be taken as a hit or miss, but Silvia would've had to understand that it was non-alcoholic, which most guys would've made sure it had alcohol before ordering.
Tonight was definitely unexpected, that's for sure."
555,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-22T00:09:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"£ As Vivian and Silvia chattered away. Mostly nonsense. It was soon interrupted, by a server. Perplexed Silvia spoke.£ “Sir,I’m afraid no drink was ordered yet..”£ Giving Silvia a kind grin,the man chuckled.“ Yes m’am,I’m aware..But a young man wanted YOU personally to receive this non-alcoholic drink.”After revealing this to both women,he left while Silvia remained flabbergasted,mouth slightly ajar,and glasses dangling precariously atop her nose. How did this stranger manage to know she didn’t drink? As these thoughts and other’s ran across her mind,Silvia could hear Vivian chortling away before speaking,emerald eyes narrowed with a raised brow.“ Ooohh~ Silvia! Looks like someone has a gentleman caller...hehe~ wow barely here a few minutes! Man...I must be losing my touch if you’re first to receive a free drink,so..who do you think sent it?” It was quite a fair question.Most gentleman would normally give several drinks and sweets to Vivian, with such beautiful looks it’s a wonder as to why. But ...now someone chose her instead. Which actually suprised Silvia,But while glancing throughout the massive room,Pale blue irises locked eyes with a man, whose blond hair. And Smokey-blue irises felt..extremely familiar. Unable to look away, Silvia gently cursed to suprise even Vivian. “ No....it’s ..not fucking possible......Chester?...” Everything seemed to go quiet,only blood pumping through her own ears. Could be heard,goosebumps seemed to run across the back of her neck. Vivian’s own emerald irises widened at Silvia’s words. Having been told about this Chester fellow at length. “ HOLY ...FUCKING SHIT...girl! Is THAT who sent this drink to you!? But-but how it’s been years..”Standing at 5’6 Silvia mentally agreed with her friend. It’d been since highschool...and he’d been much shorter...But clearly it wasn’t the case now,puberty must have hit Chester like a Mack-Truck,and not in a bad way,she recognized that face and glasses anywhere,So with hesitant movements and fixing the god-forsaken dress. Silvia approached the blond until only a few feet separated the two. And silence fell between them.“h-Hello...Chester..heh~ ..wow t’a see you here if all places...after so long...how’s you’re life been?”A heat could be felt across both cheeks. While hands lightly fiddled with her drink. Wondering his thoughts and what he thought of her now.."
556,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-23T16:56:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"
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557,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-25T00:24:00,Kaila Sharp,"Oh no, why did she decide to come over?
Chester quickly fixed his hair as he watched Silvia approach, anxiety flaring to the point where he knew talking was going to be difficult, and it was crazy that both her and Vivian recognized him once they realized he was the one who ordered the drink for the former. ""Be natural, and I got more people that I need to serve, so just shout if you need me."" Be natural, so he had to act as if he was either streaming on Twitch, on a panel at a convention, or talking to the crowd while performing a live show... which sounded easy enough. He had to act fast mentally as he watched her approach, and once she did, it was clear that she felt just as anxious as he did. ""I know, it's not typically my scene, but I kind of got dragged out here by a couple friends. Not that I'm complaining, or ever was complaining, but please, sit."" He motioned for her to sit in the empty seat beside him, and once she did, he started to answer her question. ""My life? It's been pretty good, and I decided to actively pursue music, which got me the chance to meet so many people. What about you?"" How he didn't stutter, it wasn't clear, but it was definitely obvious that he was a little nervous as he spoke despite how amplified it was mentally. ""By the way, you look amazing tonight. Not that what I remember you normally wearing took away from how you looked before... because it definitely didn't make you look less amazing, and I should probably shut up now before I make a bigger fool out of myself."" Chess grabbed his drink from the counter, and as he took a few sips in an attempt to calm his nerves, he could feel Silvia's eyes on him as he knew he had to clarify.
""It's non-alcoholic, and I still don't drink since I'm still an active part of the LDS church."" That was another thing, Chester could remember a few times where more popular kids tried to dissuade Silvia from talking to him because he was active in the church even then, and it seemed religion was stupid when it was anything but the normal sects of Christianity. Besides, it probably felt like the start of a joke with anticipation for the punchline, but he was used to it in case she wanted to make a joke about it. Right now, it was clear he wanted to listen to her talk more than anything, and when he felt her knee graze his, he could swear he felt the sparks despite the clothing, knowing that it was a rare event whenanyonemade him feel sparks at all. He took a few more sips of his drink, enjoying it now more than he usually did, and carefully pushed his glasses back up onto his nose as he realized that they had slipped a bit, and he realized that he had a chance to ask what he was wondering after all these years. ""Silvia, if this isn't too personal of a question, why did you move after freshman year of high school? I'd tried to see if you'd ended up in that one teacher's class that you looked forward to potentially being in for English, Mrs. Walker, if you remember her, but she told me that you'd moved since I had her sophomore year."" He took that moment to look into her eyes as he spoke, something he didn't like doing often since it felt personal, but it was something he wanted to do since it was proof he was actually listening to her. Chess noticed that they were changing up the music, going from more modern to some of the classic hits, and he had an idea that a part of him wondered if Silvia would be bold enough to do.
""Hey, they don't really play music from the eighties anymore at clubs. Do you maybe, I don't know, want to dance... if you want to?""
It felt like a stupid idea to bring up, but for Chester, it seemed like something to do in an attempt to get Silvia to relax more. He knew they had a bit of a height difference now, but at the same time, at least she might feel more comfortable being around a guy who could keep an eye out for trouble. ""It's alright if you don't want to, but if the reason is because you think you're a bad dancer, then you and I might remember the Winter Semiformal very differently."" He'd been too awkward to attempt to dance at the time, even with Michael encouraging him to do it, but he'd remembered that she got up with Vivian and a couple other girls before they awkwardly began a dance routine they'd rehearsed for Best Song Ever by One Direction. Yet when it had switched to Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men shortly after, she'd pulled him out there for what had become his first slow dance, and what he'd thought was just a minor crush he could ignore had ignited genuine feelings that resulted from the same sparks he was feeling tonight. It was at that point he had set his cup down, the only thing remaining after taking another sip being ice, and the sparks were there as he accidentally grazed her hands with his fingertips. Chess felt his face heat up shortly after, and while he could blame Silvia for it in a sense, there was another part of him that wanted to blame himself for how easily a crush had developed in the first place, which apparently decided to bring those feelings back to the same strength they were the last time he saw her."
558,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-25T04:36:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"£ Pausing for several moments at his questioning, Because it wasn’t exactly simple to explain to him. Due to many factors, One was her family had a couple of warlocks and witch’s in their bloodline, Because Silvia had begun discovering magic and spells,upon needing proper teachings before her sixteenth birthday. They had to move away before sophomore year started,otherwise if Silvia lost control of any power’s she came to possess. It’d expose magical communities who lived alongside or near mortal area’s. Chewing her bottom lip,several thoughts came to mind before speaking toward Chester. “ Well....hmm..Chester the reason I moved away so,unexpectedly was due to...a family situation..which took. A few year’s to become straightened out. Once it was achieved..I moved from there,To here...once settled in....about one year later...to my suprise I ran across vivian!..heh~ so yeah.....though..Chester I apologize for being unable to ..contact you..or send any kind of goodbye letter. I should have at least done that..”After saying this, Silvia felt electricity jolt from their knees brushing faintly together. Though it suprised her, Just how much Chester had changed. It was a pleasant suprise to be honest.
And while listening to him speak about their past and the long ago winter semi formal. Laughter bubbled past dark-pink lips, while lips quirked into a wide smile Remembering the dancing she had done,Before dragging poor Chester into a dance....which also made Silvia remember the closeness that occurred from that. Causing cheeks of porcelain to become a deep shade of crimson from blushing. Though he’d been shorter back then,Silvia remembered him smelling of ‘cool water’ cologne and dressed quite handsomely,As he’d been now. Though Chester achieved quite the upgrade. Yeah he seemed young still, The height and his baritones voice made it quite obvious he was a grown man.“ Haha~ Oh heavens...yes that was quite a ‘fun’ time eh?”Silvia’s gentle yet Irish lilt would begin to come out more,as nerves tended to enhance her accent .
Though once Chester offered his palm to grab, and offer a dance. Silvia hesitated not due to any misgivings or anything but the fact she didn’t know if he felt anything for her, Because Chester was one of very few people within their large school. To be such a close and cherished confidant. But as they grew closer, Silvia’s feelings toward this mortal boy. Occurred as well,So now with all these emotions swirling within her mental stasis. She’d gingerly extend a right-hand curling long fingers into his large palm, the warmth from his hand alone. Caused blood pressure to increase along with chills and more electricity. Though once Silvia managed to meet his gaze, and assess his visage. Which had a tinge of red displayed across it, her own cheeks reddened further. Before she’d nervously spouted out .
“ Heh~ y-you’re very tall now..would’ve nev’a guessed ye’r growth spurt would occur like this...a-nod I remembered the semiformal my dancing...along with vivian’s was rather hilarious....but-But I also remember....our slow dance, heh~ looking like penguins the way we managed to move and whatnot...hehe~” Babbling away, Silvia tried and failed to silence herself. The more she tried the worse it became.As quiet snorts and peels of laughter escaped her throat, ebony rimmed glasses lightly glinted and bounced with every step took in the direction of their dancing floor,though it’d wiggle toward the end he of her nose every so often. This time with Chester felt..different...more then she’d ever admit,seeing as how they’d manage to come across one another was..like magic or something akin to it. And once their slow dance began.Silvia lightly placed a right-hand against his upper chest,while her left-hand remained within his palm. Thudding of every beat from her own pulse could be heard,practically drumming in both ears,As pale blue irises. Met his Smokey-blue gaze, which held warmth and kindness within them. Lips of dark pink turned upwards into a warm smile.£
“ Heh~ glad to know after so many year’s...you’d stick to you’re own way ..with Mormons. I understand the judgement seeing as I’m Christian...ugh~ the looks we tend to get..are not complimentary..heh”"
559,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-25T15:32:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"
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560,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-29T06:18:00,Kaila Sharp,"A family situation, Chester didn't want to press further in case it worsened the mood, but he was thankful that Silvia and her family were able to sort it out in a way that made things calm down for her. ""Well, I'm glad that things have gotten better, and I understand that it was on short notice. I know things can happen unexpectedly, and besides, we never learned where the other lived, so it was understandable that you weren't able to send me something."" He could tell that trying to talk to her about this right now was not the best idea, but thankfully, she took his hand that was offered as he led her to the dance floor. He managed a light chuckle as she said that they'd looked like penguins as they did that first slow dance, and while he'd somewhat improved since then, a part of him still felt awkward in a sense trying to dance with her. ""Hey, at least what you and her tried to do looked choreographed, but that slow dance... I'll admit that it was my first one, so I had an excuse to look like a penguin. Let's see how much both of us have improved since that night."" Thankfully, she appeared to know what to do this time, letting him lead the way as it felt like they naturally fit together, sparks erupting from every point of contact between them as his free hand rested against her waist at a height that made it clear they were enjoying each other's company while bordering between chaste and intimate.The songthat was playing, it finally got to a point that it was recognizable, and while it was one of his favorite songs, something about tonight made him want to put it on loop as soon as he could make it home. Chess decided to let the music take control as he danced with Silvia for the song, feeling like he was one with the music as he guided her along.
Even though it wasn't obvious as they danced, Chester could tell that people had pulled out their phones to take pictures of him and Silvia, some even appeared to be taking videos, but he didn't care. ""People can judge all they want, and right now, they can judge us as much as they want because they don't matter as much to me right now as you do."" He'd leaned in close, knowing the volume of the place made it hard to actually whisper it into her ear, but he quickly pulled back so he could spin her, catching her in a way that felt effortless so she wouldn't be able to fall. ""Don't worry, I got you."" Right as he said that, part of his mind drifted to make the club disappear, and instead it was replaced by his home studio as if he were back at home and currently live, even if the music and the redhead kept him grounded in reality. He'd made sure that there wasn't an opportunity to have either of them accidentally step on the other's toes, and he couldn't find any reason to take his eyes away from her. It was still hard to believe that they'd found each other again, and since things were better for her, maybe the two of them could potentially have a chance to actually get to know each other. Right as the song ended, Chess wasn't exactly sure whether it was the right time to make a move, but at the same time, a part of him wanted to beg Silvia for forgiveness by going with instinct.
Of course, Chester didn't have any idea that Silvia was actually a witch, nor did he realize that she needed to start containing her budding magic by going away for a few years. As far as he was aware, there were no supernatural beings in the world, only regular, boring humans. At one point, Michael had tried to tell him to stick to girls in their church, completely unaware that his best friend was actually from another family that had witches and warlocks pop up in their family tree, but had given up when it appeared to be useless after that dance. To him, magic only existed in books, TV, movies, and in folklore/mythology, and any ""magic"" acts could be learned just by studying the person performing it enough times. He always liked those kinds of things in general, but there was no telling how he'd react upon finding out that it was real, much less that it was possible that he was from a variation of supernaturals. Chess, however, didn't show any active signs of possessing any sort of ""gift"" that defined him as inhuman, which would've been obvious to anyone from a supernatural bloodline like Mike and Silvia by this point.
Coming back to reality, Chester realized that he most likely had been staring at Silvia for longer than he should've, and turned away for a second as his face turned a bright shade of red in an effort to conceal his growing embarrassment. ""Sorry, just... I still feel like an idiot after all these years."" He'd let her go as he spoke, and yet he found himself pushing his glasses back up onto his nose as he forced himself to look at her again. ""I... I'm not the best with words, not even when I try putting music behind it, but I'm better at using music to express myself in general. Like, it was a running joke that music is more of my first language than English is, but it's true in a sense."" It was hard to tell what the current song was due to the bass having been turned up past what it should've been, yet a part of him still felt it fueling him in a sense, though the reason for it was unknown. He didn't even realized that he'd reached for her hand again until he felt the sparks once more, somehow convinced that there was something more to her than what most could see. ""This is going to sound like I'm kind of crazy, and maybe I amfor thinking this, but... I think there's sparks between us, and..."" It was something personal, he'd admitted to his fans before that he always looked for what he could only describe to them as ""sparks"" from a girl, and the decision was made to actually talk about it with the only girl to cause this feeling with him. ""Silvia, there's a chance that you also feel these sparks as well, but what do I know, right?"" Sometimes, it appeared to be a hit or miss for whether or not Chess was reading a person correctly, but to him, Silvia was the hardest one to decipher, and smoke colored eyes met icy ones as he silently prayed for a sign that he wasn't crazy for believing in the sparks.
It was all he could hope for considering hehadto sound like he was crazy for talking about it."
561,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-10-29T14:16:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"As they danced together, Silvia Just followed his lead, in their movements. Though when he leaned downwards to whisper toward her ear, due to the high volumed music. Chills begun sweeping down Silvia’s neck and spinal column, his warm breath which fanned across her right-ear caused a deep blush to cover the porcelain visage. Pale blue irises widened in suprise before nodding silently as one hand gripped his shoulder, fingers curled more tightly into his other palm. As blood courses heavily through her veins.
While onlookers videotape and recorded their dancing, the hoots and whistles along with any chatter,faded into meaningless background while Silvia’s attention was fully focused on Chester. As she began speaking toward him, her Irish lilt became more apparent. Lashes begun to lower while addressing Chester.“ I-I am quite happy, T’a have come across y’e again...Chest’er....Truly....And I fully trust you...” As they continued chattering and dancing together, Soon it came to a end. “Silvia, there's a chance that you also feel these sparks as well, but what do I know, right?” After hearing these words, Pale blue irises widened once more,while lips of dark pink. Quirked upwards into a warm smile,As she did feel these ‘sparks’ though while embracing him,Silvia raised atop her tiptoes.Stray curls of crimson would meticulously fall against one porcelain cheek, Before whispering against his left-ear a purring tone would envelope her Irish lilt. As pale blue irises flashed a neon blue ‘indicating magical power’
“ Actually, Chess...I-I do..Feel..every spark...and...Warmth from when we touch....or..brush against one another”as every word was pronounced, Silvia’s lips of dark pink. Would lightly feather across his jawline.Before pulling back,And readjusting her ebony glasses,though now cheeks of porcelain remained red. “..Chess..” As his name was quietly uttered, Silvia felt nerves become jumbled. Feeling every pulse in her chest and limbs, Even the music seemed to be in sync with Silvia’s very emotions. As both arms slid overtop his shoulderblades, Nearly feeling drunk in this emotion. Fingers curled into his jacket, before leaning upwards,And melding lips against his very own. Small catcalls would be heard throughout the bar,including Vivian as well.“ Wooh! GO GET E’M!..That’s my girl!!”
Of course Silvia’s Magical power,would ooze from her very fingertips,silencing nearly every background noise. While thick waves of curls, Cascaded heavily past ripe hips. In a ponytail, each strand of crimson hair. Glimmered in different colored lighting,While they kissed. Silvia felt intoxicated by Chester,Seemingly couldn’t get enough of this mortal man. Scents from this woman,wafted into the air. Smelling of Rosewater And Vanilla. One hand slid to the back of his neck,lightly gripping it as they kissed, So as Silvia pulled away. Lips of dark pink would be swollen, and somewhat damp. Lashes of crimson veiled her neon blue irises which now seemed to have a unnatural glow to them,pulsing would pound heavily within both ears. As she waited for his reaction to her kissing him, Such tension could be felt throughout the air,you could cut it with a spoon. ( Oh heavens,I hope I didn’t...overstep my actions with Chester...)"
562,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-12-13T06:18:00,Kaila Sharp,"Silvia's reaction had genuinely surprised Chester, even after he had an idea that she wouldn't be okay with his admission about having sparks between them. Her breath sent shivers down his spine, and while he'd loved her Irish accent whenever it appeared, it had sent him into sensory overload that made it clear only her voice was keeping him from freaking out completely. He didn't really like to disclose how he'd been treated for potentially being on the spectrum, but considering he felt electrified as the next words from her mouth began to reach his ears, it only added to the fact that he wasn't expecting to ever hear them. She felt the sparks, and since he was entering the point where he would be forced to get out of there as his eyes were kept shut, making him initially unaware of the change in her eyes as he felt her hands shift. The sparks followed her hands, focusing as they grasped at his jacket on his shoulders, but he was expecting it to be some sort of beginning to a cruel joke as the sparks felt... different. Before Chess could even realize what was going on as he slowly began to open his eyes, he felt Silvia lean upwards towards him, one hand managing to wrap around her waist as her lips met his.
At first, Chester had no way to register what was going on, his senses being overloaded completely as Silvia kept him grounded with her kiss as the scent of rosewater and vanilla hit his nose in a further attempt to calm him down from the overloading. Yet the moment he realized that it was unnaturally silent in the room, he found himself instinctively putting his other hand at the point where her neck and head met, the hair feeling like silk wherever it met his skin, and the hints of the drink he'd bought her were present as he came back to reality. At first, he didn't want to open his eyes and potentially ruin what could be considered a perfect dream, but after what felt like hours despite only being a few seconds, he did so to find that her eyes had become a neon blue, something he would've remembered her having before if he had seen this already. ""Usually, I would want to do this somewhere more private, but right now, I'll go with what you want to do."" Going off of instinct, he'd pulled her in for another, wondering silently if this was what it was like to be drunk without having any alcohol as pulling away made him feel lightheaded. Every instinct was telling him to take it as far as she was willing to go, but he knew that wasn't something to take lightly, so he restrained himself from allowing anything more than just kissing her. Chess knew there had to be a quieter place that he could talk to Silvia alone, but the only one he could ask about that was the bartender that had helped him even get to this point.
After carefully guiding Silvia back to the bar, Chester easily spotted the bartender that had helped him out, and while the guy had a break at the moment, it felt like the right time to get his attention. ""Hey!"" Years of just yelling for the sake of getting reactions out of others had paid off, and the bartender showed a more genuine smile than before as he approached. ""Need any help with tonight?"" It was a simple question, but after carefully explaining that he wanted to find a quieter place to have a normal conversation, he'd received a key usually reserved for a select few patrons who had no choice but to sleep off their drinks, some even using the rooms for more illicit activities, though he wasn't expecting much as he led her to what appeared to be the nicest of these rooms that was nearly completely soundproofed. The color scheme of the room was definitely blue, and while some black and while accented it, the overall feeling in the room was one that was supposed to be calm as he then approached the bed. ""All I wanted to do was talk, why did he think...?"" It had to have been misinterpreted somehow, mainly because he didn't want to be in a compromising situation if his friends came to collect him, but would they even care? Chess sat down on the bed as soon as he made it there, glad to be off his feet after that dancing, but there was still the fact that he was alone with Silvia as he felt his face heat up with a traitorous blush spreading from his cheeks.
""All I want to do is talk, not... you know..."""
563,Not the Same as Before (Male Version),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before-male-version.22838/,2021-12-13T14:51:00,Aria-Rosaline-Winter,"Feeling her own cheeks begin to scorch with a blush of red, Silvia nodded,Though it was still a unusual sight,Chester upon a bed,where no one could hear them if he chose to be a typical man. But Silvia knew better,This was chest. A gentleman at heart with patience of nearly sainthood, But Silvia wouldn’t lie, and say that seeing his visage turn red with blush,brought a smile to her dark-pink lips. Which quirked upwards into a warm and gentle smile, seating herself beside him. She didn’t know what to say,Considering they just kissed. And young Silvia felt warmth and tingles still from his reciprocating kiss, fingers lightly brushed against her own bottom lip,Before rapidly shaking her cranium from day dreaming.
“ Don’t worry Chester,I-I know bedding me’h..wasn’t part of you’re plans….you desired to talk?…either of our kiss..or..something else a’ye?”Though Silvia was a witch,she’d never once use magic on those she cared for.Surroundings?..yes but never people she held close. Once Silvia lowered herself onto the bed,Legs crossing overtop another. As her dark blue dress lightly draped overtop lower thighs,Brushing across her knees. Thick strands of scarlet curls, fell and pooled in her lap.While both hands interlaced together, with the silence thickening. Silvia would glance toward him.“ If it helps..t-that was ..my first kiss..heh~” Pale blue irises arose to drink in his features, from the soft,blond hair.the physique of Chester’s visage and hands. Silvia didn’t mean to just stare,But since doing art and (spells) She’d took measure to memorize his facade. Lightly running one hand through her thick,ponytail of scarlet curls. Silvia decided to chat until he was comfortable enough to speak.
“..I..I…Enjoyed…our kiss….and…erm…I meant every word…I said to you..Chester..actually…” Stiffening for several moments,Silvia allowed her small,pink tongue to wet. Dry lips,teeth gingerly sank into her bottom lip,As lashes of crimson veiled pale blue irises. “…..I’ve….liked you…for a time..since..highschool…but I didn’t think..you’d ever…reciprocate me’h..feelings…so….imagine my suprise..when you told me..just moments ago..how you ..felt…”Silvia murmured, As lips of dark pink,formed a bright smile. adjusting ebony framed glasses,She’d sit a few inches closer to him. As she’d met his gaze. Electricity tingled across every limb. Unfortunately she had to focus,keeping any power's from manifesting while near Chester. But one thing that did occur,Was peels of laughter which bubbled past her throat. At realizing how it looked, Vivian would assume SO MUCH. She’d never let Silvia live it down.
“Hehe~….Oh heaven’s,Vivian is going to tease me..for this..I assume ye’r friends will probably do..the same?..Heh~..I saw them making..kissy faces toward you”
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564,Not the Same as Before,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before.19572/,2020-12-22T22:33:00,Kaila Sharp,"
A more extroverted girl, preferably human while also being open to having her play against a supernatural. She met Marceline when they were freshman in high school before she moved from the district just before her sophomore year of high school, but they never really talked much despite how much they both wanted to, and they're about to meet again for the first time since she moved.
Normal appearance
Her hair
In every sense of the word, Marceline Acosta had changed, and she didn't mind it at all. Not everyone that knew her could accept that it even happened: a shy, introverted girl that suddenly began to show off a 180⁰ personality change, and a few dared to mock her for it that had quickly been cut off. Various scars that were both physical and mental still remained from the man that turned her off to all other men for life, but there was something about being with a woman that made her feel safer than with any other possible gender, which was why she openly declared herself a lesbian the moment she knew that was what she was. While that didn't stop her from going out often with friends she decided to keep around and new ones she'd made, it was clear that tonight was a much different night as the clubs were finally reopened. She decided to keep it semiformal, dressing in a sapphire t-shirt that was sure to make her hair stand out when seen against it, an ombre skirt that started out the same color as her shirt that slowly transitioned to raven as it neared just below her knees (courtesy of her designer friend Heather), gothic style boots that were as dark as the bottom of her skirt and just barely grazed it, and warm jacket that was just a few shades lighter than her shirt was with a night colored lace pattern on the outside. Marcy was practically ready to go, but as soon as a knock sounded from the other side of her bathroom door, she knocked back as an 'all clear' for the person on the other side to enter, only to find her friend and roommate Serena barging in once she returned to the counter.
Man, the amount of energy that girl had could power the world if converted to electricity, and considering the two of them were both found to be witches and seers (though anyone modern would've called them mediums), it was a miracle their near familial relationship even worked out so well.
""Wow, you're definitely going to kill it on the dance floor tonight, and you can't get out of drinking since Drewbie already called DD for tonight."" Although Andrew hated the nickname being used by anyone besides family, Marceline and Serena were practically his sisters at this point in their friendship, so they reserved the right to call him that when his actual family wasn't around. ""You can't make me, and maybe if they play a song I like, I'll get out there and dance, but should I have my hair down, up, or some type of hybrid of the two?"" Her hair only came down to her mid back, so it wasn't going to be that difficult to work with, and the girl with natural auburn hair quickly got to work on her surrogate sister's hair, opting for a braid that twisted itself into a bun to give a more formal look to her. They chatted idly as the work was done to her hair, only for a sore subject to come up: a girl she only now realized she had feelings for. Back when the two originally met, she didn't want to drag the girl into her complicated family life, even potentially risking the girl becoming a victim of the same man who had hurt her, but it was clear that she now felt she'd gotten away. ""She frequents the club we're going to a lot, and she's bound to be there if she knows that the club reopened."" A sense of hope, but she didn't want to show it in case it turned out to be false. ""How would you know that, Ser? Last I knew, you weren't friends with her or following her on any social media."" The girl gave a playful tug at her hair, knocking her a bit off balance as she made the effort to regain her balance. ""A lot of our graduating class tagged her in pictures there once we became of age, and if you be the girl you are now, she'll definitely be drawn to you."" That was easy, but the year that Marcy met her, it was the worst year of her life, so there was now the risk of her former personality returning with a vengeance upon trying to strike up a conversation.
Not that it mattered as time began to blur as they made their way to an upscale club, only managing to avoid the entrance fee by flashing their IDs with a hidden symbol marking them as supernaturals.
As a witch, Marceline was adept at reading people via their auras, which meant a glimpse into their personalities for her while most others only saw emotions. Many blurred together as they went to get a booth and some drinks, but then it happened. The girl from her past had an aura that always stood out because it refused to mix with other auras, and she quickly pinpointed it from the crowd as proof that Serena was right. Once her drink arrived, a Pina colada with whipped cream, she quickly downed it as her other hand began to tremble slightly as her nerves took over. ""Ser, she's here."" Of course the other girl had a hard time spotting her, but with her rare ability to detect a person's moral compass and manipulate it, she found her since hers was the hardest to change. ""Her aura didn't change, did it?"" Andrew, a Sidhe fae with more human traits due to the glamour he had active, asked as he took a few sips from the water he ordered. ""The colors, the symbols for her interests, the inability for it to blend with those around it... it's definitely her.""
""Then go talk to her, Marceline. You're not the shy freshman anymore, and you'll definitely turn heads as you make your way through the crowd."""
565,Not the Same as Before,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before.19572/,2020-12-29T00:16:00,Ressa,"
“Oi...” Came the soft murmur of a voice. “Come on....” A little louder this time. “OI V WAKE UP!” The voice yelled in her ear making her jolt awake and upright. She let out a groan as pain radiated from her head. “Ah, rise and shine song bird the earth says hello.” Marshall greeted her in a sarcastic tone. Val let out a groan and flopped back onto the couch pulling the blanket over her head. The sun was still up which meant it was far, far too early for her to be up. “Oi V.” Marshall grumbled. “Come on song bird, it's already 4pm.” She felt something nudge her leg and she let out another groan.
She really, really didn't want to get up.
Reluctantly she shoved down the blankets and winced at the sun coming through the apartment window. She tossed her feet over the side of the couch and grabbed her smokes off the coffee table. A steaming cup of coffee already waiting for her. Marshall could be a real pain in the ass but she had the man at least half way trained. Not that there was anything between them. Marshall and Val were business partners and you didn't dip your pen in company ink.
Not that she was on that side of the fence anyway.
Marshall plopped down in a chair across from her scrolling through his phone. “Oh, hey the Myer's park fight has ten thousand views.” He grinned flipping the phone around to show her. “See, put in the effort and training and it won't be long before your fighting in the pro's my little grasshopper.” Marshall said with a satisfied nod. Val let out a grunt and sipped her coffee. “Yeah, seedy underground fights and being a criminal enforcer will really help.” She muttered. She had spent the last three years trying to get into the pro MMA circuit. It wasn't until the last year that she had really started making progress and growing a small following. Marshall shook his head flipping through the phone again. “Bah! It worked for Kimbo Slice, it'll work for you. You got the bad girl resting bitch face thing going on that everyone loves. Besides how else are we going to pay the bills?” Val let out a huff, she really couldn't argue with the last part anyways. “Covering your Ma's debts ain't helping either.”
Val didn't say anything just stared at the ash tray. It had been right at the end of her freshman year of high school and just before she had hit her 'wild phase' as her mother would call it. Her father had suffered from boxer's dementia and his health issues had gotten especially worse around then. After her father passed away they had moved. Things had only gotten worse after that. Eventually she had dropped out and managed to snag a GED. Much to her mother's dismay Val had decided to follow in her father's footsteps. She had been in martial arts since she was a kid and her father had personally taught her how to box. Marshall had been a shady friend of her fathers and agreed to coach her and manage her fights. 'Branding' had apparently fallen under the managerial duties as well. He managed her social media and internet presence with surprising finesse for his age. Val didn't even bother to check her social media anymore. Not like there was many people she wanted to talk to anyways. When things got tight Marshall would find seedy back alley fights or jobs that required some physical intervention. She wasn't proud of it but money was one.
Val polished off the cup of coffee and stretched her arms rolling her shoulders. “What's on the agenda for today?” Val asked. She doubted Marshall had managed to get her a fight for the night. Chances were it was training, more training, and even more training. Marshall grinned from behind the phone. “Today is a day of rest song bird. That fancy club you like recently reopened and after a fight like last night you need it. Go, have fun, get laid, fall in love.” Marshall said waving a hand at her. “Don't forget though you have an appointment tomorrow at noon with a potential sponsor. Don't be late and be on your best behavior.” She nodded only half listening. If it was really that important then Marshall would remind her. She snubbed the cigarette in the ash tray and climbed to her feet. It had been a while since she took a day to herself. It had been even longer since she had gone out somewhere not for work or a fight. “Yeah, a night out is just what the doctor ordered.” She muttered and headed for the shower. “What are you going to do tonight?” She called out over her shoulder. Marshall gave a non-commital grunt. “Probably weeb shit.” Val muttered to herself.
Val stared at herself in the mirror pulling down the corner of her lip with a hooked finger. Huh, you could barely notice her chipped tooth. Hell, for once she wasn't sporting a visible bruise. Though you could spot a small crick on the bridge of her nose where it had been broken. She had even gone all out and put earrings in. She had slicked back her mousy brown hair keeping it short for practical reasons more than anything. She had decided on combat boots, tight fitting jeans, and a simple black tank top with a leather jacket over it. Simplistic was more her style than anything. She didn't have the patience or skill to use a lot makeup and she would never be caught dead in a dress.
She passed Marshall on her way out of the apartment doing exactly what she had expected. He had cheap takeout and his nose buried into a manga. She rolled her eyes and flagged down a taxi. She could have walked but in this part of town she didn't want the trouble.
It wasn't until Val was standing in front of the club proper did she realize how much she really missed it. She had been coming since before she could 'legally' enter the club. At first it was mostly because the drinks and music were decent. She had stuck around when it had become a hot spot for reuniting with old acquaintances and a the occasional friend. She had even caught up with a few people from back in school. A trip down memory lane to a simpler and better time. She greeted the bouncer with a fist bump and warm greetings. She was on first name basis with most the staff and on occasion helped as a bouncer during big events. She couldn't remember the last time she had paid a cover fee or full price for drinks.
“God I missed this.” She muttered to herself soaking up the atmosphere of the club. It was exactly how she remembered it. She crossed the length of the club shouting out greetings and waves as she made her way to the bar. “Stella!” Val greeted with a grin. The chipper blonde waved in greeting already setting two shot glasses on the bar and filling them up with a clear liquor. Val clanked glasses with the girl and tipped her own back. It probably said something about her that the strong liquor didn't even burn on the way down.
Stella filled her up a bit taller of a glass and Val picked it up beginning to make her way around the club. For as anti-social as she could be at times she was surprisingly friendly. More than a few people were happy to talk with her for a bit. It was just like old times and was exactly the break she needed. She seen a lot of familiar faces but not really anyone in particular she was looking to hang out with. It wasn't long before she found herself back at the bar getting a refill and letting out a sigh."
566,Not the Same as Before,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before.19572/,2021-01-01T23:15:00,Kaila Sharp,"Valentina Roberts, the boxer who didn't care what others had thought of her, and Marceline's former crush. The thought of trying to talk to her again was bringing back memories of the times where she was practically mute, but those days were behind her. She was more known for some small voice acting gigs every now and again, but what helped was that she had a knack for mixing and mastering music, which landed her a good amount of money when the person had a hit song. Not that she was one to brag about it, but Serena would every time just to for the sake of promoting her best friend, but she clenched her fists as she stood up from the booth. ""Not a word, any of you. Especially you, Ser."" She put up the air of confidence as she made her way to the bar, and luckily, she found an open seat beside the other girl that was nearly taken by a male who was pretty determined to get there instead to talk to a different girl. ""Rum and Coke."" Marcy was thankful that her voice didn't show any anxiety when it came to ordering the drink, and once she got it after giving her ID to confirm that she was of age, she downed a good amount before turning ever so slightly to look at Val for the first time in years.
Aside from a slightly crooked nose, it was still her, even if she was also wearing earrings as well.
""Everything's in full swing tonight, isn't it, Val?"" Marceline turned to Valentina as she spoke, resting her arm on the bar for better stability as she took in the other woman's outfit. It was definitely unique to her, and she kept her hair shorter than she remembered it to be, and it worked on her compared to most other women who kept their hair that short. Smoothing out a few flyways on her flame colored hair, she was nearly tempted to bite her nails, but she resisted since they were not only short as it is, but they had the colors of her hair painted on them in acrylic gel nails that were the same as her hair for that specific reason. Of course, the woman didn't appear to recognize her with her hair being much different, and back in the day, she wore a lot of baggy sweatshirts over plain clothes in an attempt to hide how skinny she was, though this jacket she was wearing did a better job at showing the fact that she was really thin for her age despite every effort made to gain weight. ""Let me guess, you don't recognize me, do you?"" Giving a glance over to her friends, she saw Andrew give a nod of encouragement as Serena gave a quick thumbs up, but her eyes quickly returned to the woman she was talking to as she took more sips from her drink. As if from instinct, Marcy went to bite her nail on her right thumb, a nervous tick she never really got over since she was a notorious nail biter, and she quickly stopped once she felt the gel polish alongside realizing that Val had witnessed it, causing her face to heat up a few degrees.
If she didn't already regret her confidence bringing her to this exact spot, she did now."
567,Not the Same as Before,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before.19572/,2021-01-02T23:30:00,Ressa,"Val tapped her foot against the bar stool lost in her own thoughts. Stella set another glass in front of her and Val winked at her. She tipped the glass back and drained it in one go. The slightest of buzzes starting to settle in. Val topped it off again and this one she only took a few sips of. Better to pace herself than get too drunk too quick.
“Rum and Coke.”
A voice came from next to her. Val took a sip her own stealing a glance at the woman. Nobody she knew or at least nobody she thought she knew. She didn't pay the woman much more thought as she focused back on her drink. Staring at it as if it might actually hold all the answers to life and it's mysteries. Her thoughts wandering like they usually did when she was feeling a touch melancholy. It wasn't that anything with her life was particularly wrong, in fact things were going better than they ever had in the past. She had come a long way in the last few years. She had gotten serious about training, gotten her act together and even clean. Well, mostly clean anyways.
""Everything's in full swing tonight, isn't it, Val?""
The question snapped her from her thoughts and she looked up. The same girl she had stolen a glance at was now watching her very intently. Val tensed momentarily as her mind instantly jumped to the worse case scenario. Roman often sent people to the club to find Val, usually when he had a job for her. She didn't like Roman, not in the slightest. She had done everything she could to stay off the man's radar but he always seemed to know when she was out about.
Yet.... …...She looked...familiar?
Val's memory wasn't the best. Too many hits to the head had left a bit of a fuzzy spot in her memory. Her body relaxed a bit but her sharp ice blue eyes looked the woman over fully. Yep, she was convinced she knew this girl. Who though? No matter how hard she dug she couldn't quite place the girl.
""Let me guess, you don't recognize me, do you?""
It wasn't until the girl spoke again that Val realized she hadn't answered her. “Sorry I don't.....” Val finally spoke and then quickly trailed off as the girl started biting the nail of her thumb. Like having cold water splashed on her face Val felt a memory slam to the front of her mind. A ghost of a girl dressed in baggy clothes. One of those girls that you take one look at and almost forget as soon as you look away.
Almost.
Val turned to fully face the girl and clapped her hands together resting them against her chin. A ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “As I live and breathe.” She said with a half chuckle. “Marceline Acosta.” Val almost couldn't believe it. She sat up a little taller leaning against the bar. She couldn't help but look the girl over one more time. It was more in the eyes than anything. It had been the most predominant features about the girl. Bad memory or not Val would have been hard pressed to forget those dazzling eyes.
It wasn't like they hand hung out in high school. They had occasionally crossed paths or met eyes in the hallways. Val very distinctly remembered catching herself staring at Marceline more than few times back then. It had crossed her mind more than a few times to see if she wanted to hang out. With everything that had been going on in Val's life around then....it just hadn't worked out. The timing had always been off or she would be working or a hundred other excuses.
“Marceline Acosta.” She said again after a few moments. As if she was still half convincing herself it really was her.
“Wow.” Val blurted with a half chuckle. “It's been a hot minute.” Val looked the girl over one more time. “Really came into your own. How have you been?” She asked taking another sip of her glass. Of all the people she thought she would see tonight Marceline was not one of them. In fact Val was inwardly thanking Marshall for giving her the night off."
568,Not the Same as Before,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/not-the-same-as-before.19572/,2021-01-24T03:46:00,Kaila Sharp,"Valentina took a bit to think about whether or not she recognized Marceline, but the moment she did, it was the reaction she was going for. The new look was something she had debated back then, but all she wanted to do at that time was try to become invisible. ""It really has, and you look... incredible. The earrings are a nice touch, Val."" She took a few big gulps from her own drink, and it was at that point that she realized that it was practically empty. ""The drinks are on me, and I've been better than I was back in the day."" She gave her credit card to the bartender, and she could tell that the woman was familiar with her former classmate. She wanted to tell her that she admired the fact that the woman was one to go against the grain, but she felt it was okay to at least put her hand on her forearm. Marcy used her other hand to take her card back, which had the receipt for the drinks secured against it, and she slipped it into her pocket before getting up from the bar while forgetting to remove her hand from Val's arm.
""Do you want to dance? I've been told that I'm pretty good at dancing, but I'm still not confident with dancing by myself just yet."" Marceline turned her hand that was on Valentina's arm upwards in the woman's direction, a smile present despite her apparent boldness while also appearing to be a bit bashful. She tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears, and she nearly backed out at that moment before she gazed back at her friends. Everyone at the table gave her different signs of encouragement, and her hazel eyes nearly appeared to glow a light shade of gold as she turned back to her. She couldn't tell what was causing her boldness: the atmosphere, the alcohol in her system, the woman before her, or some hybrid combination of it all, but this was a time to be bold. ""We can get a chance for a bit of privacy, and it's not often that I ask a boxer as breathtaking as yourself to dance."" Okay, that was likely the alcohol, but it was at that moment she felt that there was a bit a desire to definitely make a move at some point during the night. Marcy's eyes returned to normal as she turned her eyes up towards Val, almost taunting her with a rare chance to get to know her better before she could potentially disappear again.
It was a chance she was willing to take in an attempt to finally get to know her better."
569,Nym's Shop of wishes,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/nyms-shop-of-wishes.17686/,2020-07-31T08:52:00,RingoBonbon,"To preface: I don't mind if things get erotic or not. Feel free to DM me if you'd like to RP this scenario in the DMs instead of playing here. I'll Keep some space to keep things updated of important things that have happened so you don't have to read every single post and can just jump in as a visitor.
Important story points: (TBA)
Strange rumors had started popping up about a strange shop opening up and a beautiful woman granting the wish of whoever entered there. It sounds too good to be true right? The only path to that lead to the grand shop was a difficult maze filled with horrible traps and monsters. At every turn there seemed to be some sort of peril waiting to pounce on it's next victim. If you were met with a dead end you would teleport back to the entrance and have to start all over. Who, or what ever had created the maze had taken great precautions to not allow cheaters to pass. There was no your way through, flying your way over, cutting your way through the stone or bushes that made up the maze. It was almost impossible to clear. However, there was a certain trick that the maze used to determine if someone was eligible to complete the maze, giving the challenger a much easier time. How determined was this person to have their wish granted, and if it was something that also interested the shop owner.
Very few would even make it out of the maze alive, let alone be able to complete it.
Once the challenger had made it through the maze they would be greeted by a grand and ornate building. Two glass french doors, with elaborate golden designs etched into them would swing open slowly, and allow you to enter in to a mysterious and whimsical room. From every nook and cranny it was cluttered with interesting objects, divine, demonic, ancient lost treasures, and so much more. Wouldn't it just be easy to take what you wanted and sell it for gold? However, if you had made it here, it means that it was fate. Your destiny had brought you here, and kept your feet moving down a small aisle that finally opened up to reveal a white ornate throne with bat wings above it.
There, sat a young girl, her pale cheek pressed against the her fist, as her white long hair elegantly swept around her. She appeared to be sleeping, as you stared at her in awe, you feet stopping you.
Sensing your presence the girl slowly opened her eyes, and you could of sworn, you saw that they were a brilliant ruby red at first before they shifted to green. A small smile pushed the corners of her ruby red painted lips upward as she stood up, slowly walking down a set of 3 steps that lead to the small shelf that her throne was placed on. She was dressed in a tight black dress that hit her mid thigh, with a slight slit on the side. The dress hugged her slender body in all of the right ways, leaving just enough for the imagination to drive a man wild with all of the suggestions it was whispering. On her neck was a tight strand of black ribbon that tied in a bow around the back of her neck, and from her ears dangled a pair of mismatched earrings, One a moon, the other a star. Finally, her black heels, and stocking covered legs stopped right in front of you. She only stood at 4'9 and wasn't intimidating at all.
""Welcome stranger, I'm Nym, the owner of this shop. Your fate has brought you here, so please, tell me what it is that you desire."" She hummed, as she watched her visitor closely. Something about her seemed off, but so enticing that you couldn't help but be seduced to tell her your deepest and hidden wishes that even you yourself may have not known."
570,"Onto a new page. (Open, DM first)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/onto-a-new-page-open-dm-first.23254/,2021-10-02T08:24:00,Spooder Queen,"
Zelena, ""Onto a new page.""
The harrowing nature of the rapacious void slithered outward as the inky fog of entropy abated under the pulsating gaze of jade and topaz lanterns. The body laid still, inert within the lap of torpidity. Zelena, oblivious of the outside world's beseechments, was forced to tarry within this Hadean landscape. The digits were digging into the moist earth while the fleshly ground throbbed with embedded veins. The dense smog of devastation loitered athwart this domain, as a material lullaby permeated the vastness of the unknown. Here, within the realm of intangibility, the conceptualizations of certainty were fleeting. The delusions of knowledge and understanding held no jurisdiction here. Just as the influence of the mist had been negated, those foci were inspecting with absolute trepidation.
Walls of bones and gangrene remains melded into one, while a pool of unimaginable soups varnished the ever-beating bodily domain. Strands of hair leaching phlegm, while sarcophaguses incarcerated innumerable victims were infused with the edifices of genetic material. Vine-like growths akin to tongues lapped at the blisters and lesions of the surface, its saliva remedying the damage brought about by entropy's spell. The melody resounding louder as despair and languish festered within the once tranquil mind. Zelena rose to her feet. The tendril maiden was breaking into a full sprint, propelling herself down a claustrophobic passageway. The foreign structures resembled tubes like intestinal tracts. Something antediluvian prowled beyond her finite perspicacity, giving off a nettlesome aura.
The sound of scurrying echoing behind as Zelena dared not look back out of concern that mania mayhap takes root. She was bolting as the walls narrowed and vibrated, as what appeared to be an anus awaited at the end of the hall, covered in blood-drenched hemorrhoids. Whatever lingered beyond weighed little; all the emerald beauty knew was that the cessation of momentum equated to an unseemly demise. The writhing, ever bubbling forms of her pursuers casting umbra against the crimson light while the essence of necrosis pervaded the rapidly shriveling passageway. That hymn was getting closer and closer as the air iced to the point her breath was witnessed twirling and dancing out from quivering lips. Where was she? How did she get here? All frivolous queries which did nothing to release herself of the extensile dread looming over her lithe form.
Zelena reached the end; those remaining feelers sprouted bards, pushing and ripping her way through the resilient orifice. A repugnant cocktail of putrid juices and fecal matter surged from the walls around her, immersing the chamber as she despairingly mustered her resolve. Just before whatever it was that stalked her could claim the prize, the tight vent loosened, ejecting the maiden forth from its grip in a deluge of molten excrement and menstrual juice onto the ground on the other side. The body was trembling as Zelena retched out her bile in objection before rising once more to those two feet. Those binary pupils dilating, as what greeted her, brought no semblance of solace, a chthonian world of embers and soot. Pods confining numberless souls and the remnants of smoldering civilizations from many planets and times stretched across the fiery domain.
A child was standing before her, its surface littered in squirming maggots that fondly feasted on the flesh of the girl as the hand stretched outward. The jaw dislodging, splitting from the right side, drooping as leeches glazed in thick pus congregated onto the earth. This wasn't her mother's world, nor was this the mortal existence; whatever she found on her ""travels"" was vastly more disturbing. The sound of rubble disturbed, as blister-covered stalks ruptured from the ruins. They seemed to suffer third-degree burns as the wiggling phallic organisms inundated her. The once separate parasite was fusing into a gelatinous blob whose form never tarried, as six shadowy figures floated within the heavens, watching with bewilderment at the invader. The blackened ash being thrown into the air, as an ethereal force rushed her, only being made comprehensibly known by the pollution that stained them from the charge.
As Zelena had accepted her death, a singular entity emerged amidst these unearthly as the sky ripped apart like a gaped womanhood, precipitating an unknown squalid solution onto the molten surface. She had toured the spiral, reached the end, and what awaited her was anything but rapture. The others' faint undertones reached her ears. A new verse echoed across the plane of permanence. Those eyes widened, taking it as a sign as she rushed toward the source, reminiscing the cradlesong her mother often susurrated into her ear as she slumbered. A swarm of thick clouds with golden flickering fireflies swarmed wildly about the atmosphere as something wrathful dawdled within that mass.
""Hello I walk into
Empty hallways tell me
Not to hurry
Caution sends the signal not to
Look around the bend and single
Out the shadows whisper through the Twisted corners
Waiting silently for hours
Watching every move that shiver
Eyes that glitter
Wait, I'm waiting
Say you'll save me
Where's your heart that beats for me
Watching closely
Eyes that pierce me
Where's my heart that beats for you
Wait, I'm waiting
Say you'll save me
Where's your heart that beats for me
Watching closely
Eyes that pierce me
Wheres my heart that beats for you""
The realm elongating, the earth rending, as geothermal vents forced themselves through the carcasses of the old cycles, expelling a pinkish torrent. An escape, a second chance, provided by Mirage, as it seemed whatever her purpose in continuation was, had somehow been linked to this nightmare. The body was now covered in misty shadows, like that of wailing fetuses, which ventured to slow her down as she stomped across their umbilical cords. The hand was reaching, just as the blob, swarm and feelers prepared to strike as suddenly...darkness…
The conch and the cephalopod were sailing away within the black sea of the void, weightlessness taking hold as they were suspended within the ephemeral current. The space between pages, the infinite expanse, a realm not suited for such brittle cognizances. Their brief stay was proving maddening, as, from the eclipse, a thousand eyes upon a thousand shimmered, like the tiny twinkles of stars. Longingly gazing on those ominous souls, savoring the hubris of the lesser wills. What a supreme intoxicating display of foolishness. To assume they can marshal the resolve to resist this torrent of delirium. The abyss waning, its grip slipping as raven strands of slime-coated fibers shimmied toward the prey, overlapping and submerging those fear-stricken souls. Their flesh encapsulated as the once tawny abode instantaneously erupted.
Within the vacuum, within the placidity of impassivity. The mind floated, the body back in the tangible realm began to steam, vomiting out the excess of fluids Zelena swallowed during that daring escape. The green-tinted canvas covered in the begriming of the previous world, while leeches with barbed tails appeared adhering to the voluptuary figure. There within the nothingness, the space between the pages, something ancient and primordial had awoken. That world of morbid wonderment belonged to no elder one she knew. As the deafness and sightlessness of the abyss just thawed, the mind and spirit were returning to the body that tethered it. The poison consumed as antibodies had finished their job, snaking backward as she lunged herself away in fright. The chest was expanding and deflating rapidly, perspiration traveling down her form.
Zelena was grieving, rocking back and forth as the mind failed to rationalize what it had been through. Those octopus extremities whisked off the parasites. They were thrashing about dejectedly on the soil. Their mouths opened so that spiraling rows of teeth stained in blackened ink and saliva displayed themselves. She was frantically searching everywhere as sloth understood what had transpired. She had peered into the blackness only to flounder on something watching back. Those curious lanterns were ricocheting freely, annotating how she was now alone, ogling up at the sky as the singular star brought with it much concern. This plane, wherever she was, was not that of her homeland, given the lack of a celestial body. The irregularity languidly trekked down the trail toward civilization.
The aberration sought refuge by the creek, hunkering within a cave. The gullet of the earth was moist. Its texture and tenebrosity reminded her of a previous nest. Zelena, the lady of worlds, discovered herself unchanged in one aspect. For no matter the world, she always found herself alone..."
571,Our Little Groupie (Stix&...),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/our-little-groupie-stix.20450/,2021-02-27T01:21:00,Stix&Stones,"A crisp October breeze blew through a throng of people milling about a blacked out tour bus parked in a back ally. Everyone was dressed in torn, black clothing and chains that rattled with each step. Men and women alike sported long, onyx colored hair that covered their dark painted eyes. Music and cheers could be heard from the stage inside of the bar adjacent to the bus. Any minute now, the band would saunter through the back doors and give everyone a chance to talk to them.
Near the door to the bus stood a short girl with frazzled red hair. She had spent most of the evening deep within the heavy pit of bodies that thrashed about to the music. She was sweaty and tired, but her young body still buzzed with electricity. She had spent every last penny on a ticket and backstage pass to meet the band and get a picture with the lead singer. She adored him and just the thought of standing within smelling distance made her nether regions warm and tingly.
A man came to stand next to her and offered her a beer. He complimented her leather skirt and combat boots in an attempt to make small talk. She took the beer and momentarily indulged him, but he wasn't the man she wanted to be listening to. He tried place his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off and nearly cried with relief as the back door swung open and two burly men marched out. ""Thanks for the beer!"" she shouted as she trotted off towards the band as they slowly appeared one by one in the door way.
The bouncers began to usher everybody with passes into a single file line as the band prepared to take pictures and sign autographs. The girl found herself near the middle of the line and felt herself begin to overflow with joy. This was finally it! She was going to meet the man of her midnight dreams. The man who filled every day dream she ever had. With each step forward, her anticipation grew until she was almost shaking as she neared the head of line.
One of the bouncers suddenly announced that the group had an emergency and needed to get back on the road. The crowd erupted into cries and boos as the band members apologized and waved them off. Hot tears poured down her face as she watched them turn their backs. She had paid too much not to touch them! Thinking quickly, she hurried through the crowd and returned to her spot near the door to the tour bus. She double checked the barren area and dashed up the steps onto the bus. She was hit with the smell of cologne and marijuana as she stumbled over instrument cases and beer cans. Where could she hide?
She could hear their voices at the back of the bus as she frantically ran to and fro. The bathroom! Dodging to the left, she threw herself into the small room and quietly closed the door. She pressed herself into the shower and sat down, listening to her wild heart beat. She couldn't believe she had actually climbed aboard the bus! But .. now what?
Check out my request thread to see where Id like to take this! just scroll down !https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/my-demented-idea-factory.2605/#post-131074"
572,Phases of the Zodiac,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/phases-of-the-zodiac.19135/,2020-11-23T17:27:00,Wren,"A note from Wren: I have no plot predetermined for this story. I have no specifics of the world or races. I merely have an idea for a character. I do not write Sci Fi, so this is a new thing to try for me. Please have free reign with whatever you need. My only request is no xenomorphic aliens because they terrify me. I would like this to be a long term RP, so if you're into it, let me know. We can move this to DM too, if you would prefer.
It was a green, peaceful planet nestled between the stars of a galaxy far away. It was known, but not traveled to, as the luxuries it offered outside of the lush forests were few and far between. Napinides, the planet, had very little cities that provided entertainment and ports for trade, but The Capital was as robust as any other. There were tall buildings of a white, marble-like material, and the plant life of the planet was infused into the design. Everything seemed to breathe in unison. Everything was alive.
The Eilons, a human-like race, were the most populous and looked just like their earthly cousins. Unlike humans though, Eilons could harness the power of ""Astra"", and their lives were etched into the palms of their hands - literally. Fate was a powerful guidance in their lives, and they worshipped it like the goddess she was. On the day of their birth, every Eilon's life path appeared in lines upon their palms, and while most were not made for true greatness, some were.
Janna was not one of them.
""Two husbands and three children,"" Elot said as he slapped her hand with a laugh. ""I wonder who the poor bastard is that marries you first. You'll probably kill him. Seems to be the only logical explanation for why you would havetwohusbands.""
Janna furrowed her brow into a deep frown, but the man that sat beside her on the stone ledge continued his torment.
""Will you eat his heart or his liver? Maybe smother him instead? Perhaps you'll feed him to the monsters of the bog? No one will find his body and you'll get off without any charges.""
""Shut up, Elot,"" Janna said with a huff. ""Maybe you'll be the first one.""
She took a bite of a crunchy fruit that looked like an apple, then she wiped her lips with the long sleeve of her white shirt. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the two moons were so close to it that Janna knew there would be an eclipse in the future. When darkness fell on the planet, it was a terrifying few minutes and Janna was not looking forward to it again today. With that thought in mind, she gestured toward the sun.
""I hate these days. Napinides isn't meant to be dark. Even the astra feels like it's holding it's breath.""
""Don't be stupid, Janna. Astra doesn'tbreathe."" Elot nudged her shoulder with his. ""It'll be over soon. No one has ever died because Napinides went dark for a few moments. It helps reset everything. Maybe it'll even reset your palm.""
Janna rolled her eyes. ""Yeah right, an eclipse can't change what I was born with. I will be stuck with my two husbands and three children forever.""
""You're right. That is kind of the point.""
They both laughed and Janna pushed a stray red hair from her face. The sun felt good on her pale skin, but too much of it, and she would turn the color of her hair if she wasn't careful. Already her nose was freckled and there was a pink tinge to her cheeks.
""You'll sit here with me until it's over, right?"" Her words sounded nervous, perhaps even a tad afraid, but Janna asked Elot nonetheless. He gave her a reassuring nod and grinned.
""Of course, Jan. I know it makes you uneasy.""
She hadn't ever been able to explain why it made her feel so frightened, but the darkness did. It was different than nighttime, because the planet always seemed to brighten even in darkness. But an eclipse was different. It was unexpected. Unplanned. The plant life didn't store enough energy in preparation. There was no glow around the flowers and the vines to guide their way. The beings upon the planet sat, waited, watched until their lives could resume to normalcy. She had experienced an eclipse a few times before, but this one would be the longest yet. People whispered about it. Some claimed it was a sign that their world was doomed.
""Look! Jan, it's starting!"" Elot seemed excited. He even pointed up to the encroaching moons upon the sun.
""Don't look at it!""
""I'm not!""
It took only minutes for darkness to come. Everything was silent. The planet was still.
""This isn't so bad, is it?"" Elot whispered beside her. Jan shook her head, not realizing he couldn't see her. ""It's quiet. Peaceful. I wish it was like this all the time so I could take a nap and no one would ever know.""
Jan squeezed her eyes shut tight. It would be over soon.
Her palms began to burn. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her chest was heavy and breathing was a chore.
""You're panicking,"" Elot said. ""Take a deep breath or you'll faint.""
It was easier said than done. Jan put her hands on her knees and wheezed. It took everything inside of her to draw in air through her lips and mouth. Her mind raced and her panic settled into hold her tight, but it did not feel quite like any other panic attack she'd ever had. In fact, it didn't feel like a panic attack at all.
""Help,"" she gasped and reached her hand over to clutch Elot's thigh. She wheezed again and slid off the stone ledge onto the grassy path beneath her. Her knees held her up. The material of her dark pants soaked with the dew from the grass, but Jan couldn't breathe.
""Take a deep breath. You're gonna faint!""
The sun began to peek from behind the moons. Light shined brightly back upon The Capital. Shouts of joy echoed around them. Still, her hands burned hotter. She felt as if someone had scrapped her skin with a thousand razor blades.
Then it was over.
She could breathe again.
Her head hung toward the ground and sweat pooled on the back of her neck. Her hair clung to her skin, despite being tied back into a ponytail. Elot's hand massaged her back with comfort.
""You're alright,"" he said, but she knew that wasn't true. Jan moved herself so that she fell from her knees onto her rear. She sat in the grass and wiped her hands on her pants.
""Really, Jan. You're good.""
Tears leaked from her green eyes and she swiped them away. But that burning feeling on her skin had been so excruciatingly painful...there was no way she was good.
""It hurt!"" She said behind a sob and thrust her hands toward him. Her palms faced Elot and she held them still to emphasize her point. ""Along the two husbands and three children!""
Elot looked at her hands and was silent. His eyes darted to Janna's nervously. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.
""That's....that's because they're gone, Jan.""
Her crying stopped for just a moment. Jan was still as stone. ""Gone? What do you mean 'they're gone'?""
""Your palms. They're blank. Even your life line doesn't exist.""
Jan turned her hands toward her face. Her palms were empty. No lines or fingerprints existed. Her eyes widened.
Screams surrounded them in the next minute as the sky darkened once more. Both Jan and Elot looked up at the sky, and instead of a second eclipses, they found a fleet of ships blocking the sun.
""What...what is happening?"" She asked.
""I...I don't know."" Elot replied."
573,Phases of the Zodiac,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/phases-of-the-zodiac.19135/,2020-11-26T13:14:00,Torack,"Sitting on a bench, Dathekis leaned forward and examined his markings idly. He always did this, staring at them day after day, trying to make sense of what they foretold, which wasn’t really much of anything. He’d heard it told every which way. Many said it was a bad omen, others said it was for great things to come. Everyone had their own opinion, but no one definitively knew what it meant. They only had guesses and speculations. And Dathekis couldn’t blame them. His markings were strange and ominous in some strange way. He never really did like that, but what could he do? Not like he could change whatever his future was.
“Dathekis,” a voice said and he looked up. “Pay attention.”
He was sitting in the fort’s park. Off to their left he could see soldiers in sweats jogging in pairs around a long and arduous path. And he could hear the distant shouts of a marshal yelling at the newer recruits over their morning conditioning. “I’m here,” he said. Though, in truth he really wasn’t. His mind was still focused on his palms, but he could see his friends were playing at cards with each other. A few muttering curses here and there when the cards were turned against their favour. And he enjoyed their company.
Though, today just seemed like one of those days. Probably because of the eclipse that was soon approaching. The world grew darker as one of the moons began to inch its way over the sun. Their world seemed to hate darkness. And yet, he found it comfortable in a strange sort of way. Maybe because he loved space so much, or maybe because he’d spent way too much time up in the space station to get comfortable with the dark eeriness that was always a part of any space mission. He was a pilot, and seeing that he loved the sky and space, it only made sense he’d have some liking towards that darkness. It put emphasis on so many colours, so much brightness could be made from it. But if everything was bright light… where would all the colours and contrast go? There’d be nothing, no beauty.
And just as that thought crossed his mind, the world fell to darkness. A hush came over his table, and he could hear the marshals’ voices deflate, as if all the rage were driven out of their voices. He could feel their very world go silent, waiting in baited breath for the sun to spark back up. The tension growing. Rising.
And light came.
Only to be blotted out once more.
“Holy shit!” A voice said.
Dathekis looked up, confused. And his eyes widened.
Alarms went off around the fort and everyone sprung into action. A pre-recorded message blasted over the coms throughout the entire fort. An invasion was underway. Dathekis got up and ran towards the armoury, all the while his mind racing on how the fuck no one spotted a giant spacecraft headed towards their planet. And the answer to that chilled him. If it wasn’t able to be spotted, just how technologically advanced were they that they could so easily bypass their sensors? Or had they warped just within their planet?
Reaching the armoury, he quickly got into his pilot suit, grabbed his helmet and ran towards the hangar with several dozen other pilots. All in various parts of dressing and putting on their helmets. He put his on, strapped the belt underneath his chin, and got into his fighter jet. Several engineers surrounded his ship, fueling it with hydron tanks, making sure his baby was fit for the air. A minute passed and one of them gave him a thumbs up.
He began flipping switches in his ship. And it roared to life. A deep hum emanating from the engine as it’s tiny fusion core spun. He flipped a few more and moved the jet out of the bay and towards the hangar’s now opening doors. His squadron, comprising four other fighters, made a loose formation before the hangar’s opening. Dathekis turned on his comms.
“This is ST-Leader, can everyone copy?”
“ST-1, copy loud and clear,” a female voice said.
“ST-2, I copy,” another voice said, a voice Dathekis recognized as belonging to his friend, Taledak.
“ST-3, copy,” another said. Another female voice.
“ST-4, copy,” the last one said. A deep, throaty voice over the coms and one of Dathekis’ other friends.
“We don’t know what these invaders are capable of, guys,” Dathekis said, “stay in formation and don’t do anything stupid. Be ready for evasive maneuvers at a moment’s notice.”
Another click from a switch, and Dathekis heard the engine roar louder. And he was off. He could see the other fighter behind him, forming a triangle formation with his jet at its centre. And as they climbed higher, he could see fighters were spilling out from the enemy ship in waves. His heart began thudding, climbing its way up to his throat as nerves set their roots deep within him. He clenched and loosed his fists around the steering handles, and momentarily looked outside his window. He could see the capital city was now far below. The tall towers and buildings little more than dots and statuettes. He turned back to face the front and once they were close enough, he began firing.
Ballistae exploded in the sky as anti-aircraft missiles launched to try and destroy as many of the enemy fighters as possible. Dathekis and his squadron rode into the torrent. And immediately swerved. Members of his squad, widening their formations as they fired out into enemy ships. Several going down in flames within the first couple of seconds of contact. A dozen more friendly squads surrounded them. All of them desperately trying to hold back the torrent of enemy fighters. But they were too many, and Dathekis was finding himself in a bit of trouble. He was chasing after a particular jet that had nearly killed one of his squad members -- the fighter’s internal droid desperately trying to fix the damage -- but was also finding himself harried by three others, despite his squad’s and other squads’ best attempts to shake them off him.
The aircraft he was chasing swerved. Dathekis caught it early and fired a missile. And watched as it collided with the ship’s head. It exploded into a ball of flame that quickly plummeted. And the two behind him were caught with an anti-aircraft missile that sent them spinning towards the city’s shields.
A dozen more enemy fighters fell to his squad. Then, more and more were beginning to either fall or retreat back to their ship.
They’d done it. He couldn't believe it, but they’d held them off from invading the--
Dathekis saw a light growing on the enemy starship’s outer edge. Bigger and bigger. He watched as a massive beam of light descended into the capital city, tore through its shield wall and decimated an entire section.
His heart went cold as he recognized the section that had just been destroyed. His home."
574,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-12T00:35:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Sharon Quinn was bored. She was fed up with her job, which was basically watching a machine to make sure it did what it was supposed to do and pulling out the resulting mess when it didn't. She was fed up with the people she referred to as ""friends"", most of whom were really little more than colleagues or acquaintances. She'd heard the saying ""A friend will hep you move house, a good friend will help you move a body!"" Most of hers, she wouldn't trust to help her move her swivel chair in the factory.
And mostly she was bored with spending evenings alone, playing crap games on her computer or phone or watching reruns on TV. Two hundred TV stations and not a thing worth watching on any of them. And frankly she was lonely. So she was here in this bar, that had a rep as a gay pick-up joint.Leaning on the bar and nursing a Bud, wondering why she even bothered. Black jeans, grey shirt and black leather jacket she hoped marked her as a butch, but there didn't seem to be any single femmes in the place.
""Hey babe, can buy you a drink?""
The voice came from behind her and was definitely male. She turned and looked the guy in the eye. ""Do I look like a man to you?"" She was reminded inevitably of the scene from Aliens:'Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?' 'No. Have you?' Such a great put-down.
""Huh, no, baby, That's why I was, askin'...""
""Buddy, you are in the wrooooong bar!"" She smirked and with subtle movements of her head and eyes drew the guy's attention to the various couples around them, all of whom were same sex. She turned away just as a big beefy guy came over.
""Hey sweetie, Can I get you a drink?"" he asked. The first guy still hadn't twigged and said ""Hey piss off, I saw her first!""
""Oh sweetie, I wasn't askin'her, I was askin you!""
Sharon snorted in amusement as the first guy made an excuse and ran to save his ass - literally. Beefcake punched her on the shoulder and returned to his station. And then Sharon spotted her. Cute as a button, hair colour impossible to determine under the bar's coloured lights, and wearing those skin-tight leggings that emphasized the fact that she had a cute tight ass.
Sharon let out a soft growl and eased her way through the growing crowd at the bar to stand behind and to the left of the girl. Her drink in her right hand, her left slid across her body, gripped the closes of those firm mounds and squeezed, then withdrew. She waited then to see what the girl would do."
575,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-12T20:24:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy was standing by the bar all alone for the time being, feeling a bit out of place. Her friends were out on the dancefloor dancing away, rather provocatively at that. She simply stood, keeping her place and watching their drinks and she sighed before she took a healthy gulp of her vodka and cranberry drink. Her hair was red, but with the lights in this place it was near impossible to tell.
They'd told her it was just a bar, and that she needed to get out of her funk and have fun. This was a bit more 'fun' that she had anticipated. No one had told her it was a gay bar. Not that it was a bad thing; she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and had been shut in for the past two weeks so the last thing she wanted was guys to come up and hit on her. Tammy was what could be described as playfully bisexual so she was used to the gay crowd, it was just the loud music, dancing, bumping and grinding all about her that made her feel a bit uncomfortable...
She wore tight leggings that ended up in a pair of dark leather ankle boots with a simple two-inch heel. She wore a red top that was cinched at her waist by a wide belt and a lowcut denim jacket was hooked just on the side of bar in front of her with her purse hooked over that. Her nails were painted a bright pink that matched her lips and she found herself looking back to the bar, noticing her very lesbian friends were making out. She loved that her two best friends were so deep in love, but seeing it only seemed to make her even more depressed...
And her drink was now empty, so she pushed it aside and she tried to get the attention of the barkeep... She had her hand raised when she felt a presence very close, pressing against her, then her 5'7"" feminine frame seemed to jump in surprise as her bum was grabbed and she turned quickly, expecting to see one of those guys who frequented this place hoping by some miracle to get into a threesome, or something like that...
""Hey... Wha..."" She paused then as she was looking into a woman's eyes and she seemed to freeze right on the spot... Her mouth remained open in a rather awkward manner for a lingering moment before she finally closed it and she tilted her head to the size a bit... ""Hi...?"" muttered, still rather awkwardly with that deer in the headlights look...
"
576,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-12T21:02:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon hadn't intended to meet the kid's eyes, but there was something just irresistible about the little squeak the kid let out, that drew her own brown orbs back to that cute freckled face as it turned to search for the culprit.Well shit, talk about tipping your hand! Of the three people in range she was the only one paying the girl any attention. Still. Play it out.
The deer in headlights look was beguiling, and the soft, innocent greeting made Sharon want to tear the girl's clothes off right then and there. She resisted the temptation, and instead looked down the 3"" to the kid's eyes with a puzzled smile on her face. ""Uh, Hi to you too. Are you okay?""
Her right hand - the one closest to her target - was obviously not the culprit as it held a beer bottle. Her other hand was well out of sight by this time, so it couldn'tpossibly have been her, could it. She shrugged and took another pull from her bottle, then set it on the bar. ""Sharon,"" She yelled above the music, offering her now empty hand to shake. ""Nice to meet ya!""
Another pull at her beer. ""You wanna dance?"""
577,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-13T13:45:00,Angel of Mercy,"Earlier in the evening, Tammy had mentally prepared herself to push away the men she supposed might hit on her, even here at a supposedly gay bar, so when she was confronted by a woman, she'd momentarily lost herself. The woman was older and bigger, certainly taller. Even in her heels she had to look up at the other woman, and Tammy had always considered herself of average height, at least.
If she'd had to pick one word to describe the other woman, it would have to have been 'Intimidating'. She had a simple beauty about her, but the confidence and assertiveness she exuded could only be described as sexy. She almost instantly found herself biting at her lower lip as the other woman spoke... ""Uhmm... Yeah, I'm good"" she said, offering a rather shy and unsure smile as she replied to the woman's question.
She'd pretty much dismissed the grab to her ass, knowing with quite a bit of certainty it was this Sharon's hand that had performed the deed. She was a bit surprised that this woman was indeed hitting on her, and there really was no doubt that she was indeed hitting on her. When she leaned in to set the beer bottle on the bar she couldn't help but feel the heat that came form the woman and she nodded at the introduction. Her dainty little hand moved to slip into Sharon's and she smiled, unable to break eye contact.
""I'm Tammy... Nice to meet you"" she replied. Then came the offer to dance and before her mind could consider the implications and the situation her pink painted lips parted... ""Yes... I do"" she said with a nod of her head."
578,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-18T17:10:00,Chrystal Dark,"With a grin, Sharon drained her bottle, then all but dragged her quarry out into the heaving mass of bodies. ""Come on then!"" She was already swaying to the heavy beat before they made it to the edge of the dance floor, Tammy's left hand gripped tight in he right. It was crowded and frenetic and she deliberately led her partner to the most densely packed area, then pulled her close.
Dancing has been part of the human mating ritual for as long as records go back. Styles change, music changes, but the ultimate goal has always been sex. In the present day night club the sex often starts while the dancing is still going on.
Sharon's hands were on Tammy's backside, holding the cute girl whom she decided as a white light strobed in an epileptic frenzy, was a redhead, so their bellies were pressed against each other. Sharon's hips made rhythmic grinding movements, as her hands gripped and squeezed the tight little mounds through the leggings, feeling the outline of the panties under them. Her chest wasn't exactly huge, and her breasts were smaller than Tammy's , but she managed to get their nipples to clash a few times through the cloth of both their tops. And all the while her face wore an predatory grin that saidI'm going to eat you alive!
The music was so loud it was inaudible, all that could be heard was the bass, thumping out a rhythm,Whum Whum Whumpa Whum, over and over again. The rhythm changed as the DJ segued a different track.Whumpa-whumpa-whum-whum-whumpa. Sharon stepped back, bumping someone behind her without caring. She pushed Tammy back a step too, grabbed the girl's hands and spun her around so they were facing the same way. Now her belly was grinding against Tammy's behind, and her face was buried in the ginger tresses. She released the grl's hands and her own began exploring Tammy's front, up and down from shoulder to thigh, pausing regularly to squeeze her breasts, tweak her nipples, and explore the hot, increasingly damp area between her thighs.
The music stopped for a moment and Sharon let out a sight and wrapped her arm around her prize, led her back to the bar. ""You want to get out of here? Let's go to your place. Mine is a bit of a problem."""
579,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-09-22T15:58:00,Angel of Mercy,"Her own fresh drink was completely forgotten as she was led towards an empty section of dancefloor. She smiled as they moved through the throng of partygoers, and she could feel the beat and the bass pressing against her. Had she been asked she would have eagerly admitted this was not her scene, yet in the moment she was feeling excited to be there, to feel the music and the bodies that jostled about for position. When the other woman finally turned to face her, they were pressed very close together, and Tammy had to admit to herself that she liked the closeness and the heat that it provided.
Oh my... She thought to herself when the real dancing started. Their bodies were pressed together by design and she couldn't help but moved her hands along the other woman's sides. She felt Sharon's hands on her body and they left a trail of heat in their wake. She did nothing to stop things from getting even more heated, in fact as she looked into Sharon's eyes she seemed to be encouraging it. This was why her friends had dragged out after all, to just let go and have fun and if she could get laid in the process, then that was just a bonus...
She was smiling frequently, if at times a bit shyly, though she didn't hesitate to press her body firmly against Sharon's, her hands moving under her jacket, along her flanks and to feel her strong back... The look on the other woman's face continued to be intimidating to Tammy, but more than that, it suggested the woman wanted her... She had no doubt this woman was going to use her in ways she never could have imagined and the thought excited her to the point that she could feel moisture pooling between her legs in anticipation.
Then just as suddenly as it had begun, she found their bodies separating and she tilted her head in slight confusion until she was spun and then pulled back, causing her to yelp slightly, though if the music wouldn't have been so loud Sharon would have hard a moan once they were pressed together again... Her head tilted to one side, giving the taller woman more access to her neck... She arched her back, forcing her firm ass against the other woman's front. She groaned when her smallish breasts were cupped and squeezed... Her body felt like it was on fire. She was surprised to find a hand moving between her legs... She simply continued to sway back against her new friend...
The she felt the music slow, and she felt like she was coming out of a haze as she felt a strong arm wrap about her waist and she was being led back towards the bar... She nodded when Sharon suggested they go to her place... ""Okay, sure..."" she said. She didn't sound overly confident, but in that moment, there was no way she was backing out as she moved to slip her hand into Sharon's and she grabbed her purse, which still hung on the hook under the bar... ""We'll need to take a cab..."" She muttered as she was led for the exit..."
580,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-10-05T23:09:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon led Tammy outside into the chill night air. Actually it was mild compared to last week, but after the heat of the club it was refreshingly cool. She waited a moment for her ears to stop ringing and then nodded. ""Right, taxi. I'll call one... Oh!"" She pulled her phone out of her purse, deliberately turning it off as she did. ""Well bugger! My phone just died. Lend me yours. I have the number memorised.""
Before Tammy could object, Sharon's hand dipped into Tammy's open purse and pulled the girl's phone out. She swiped the screen then sighed and held it out. ""Fingerprint?"" she shrugged. ""Seriously sweetie, I only ever use this taxi company 'cos they're reasonable, trustworthy, won't rip you off and always take the fastest route."" Which was true as far as it went.
With the phone unlocked, she quickly sent her own phone a text, then erased it from Tammy's outgoing messages, and called the taxi company, giving the address of the club. She ended the call. ""They'll be here in about 8 minutes. You might want to save that number...!"" She led Tammy over to a low wall nearby and sat on it, pulling the redhead into her lap. ""Gotcha! Hee hee!"" A hand slipped inside Tammy's leggings at the back, found the waistband of her panties and slipped inside them too. Sharon's other hand played unashamedly with Tammy's right nipple through her clothing as the bolder hand explored the crevass between Tammy's buttocks. One finger had just found the girl's anus and begun tickling it when a big red Mercedes with ""Taxi"" written on the side pulled up and the window hummed down.
""Taxi for Quinn?""
""Yes, that's us. Sharon leapt to her feet, unmindful of Tammy, then realised and quickly steadied the redhead, before opening the back door of the car and sliding in alongside her prey.
""Where to?"" The driver leered at them over his shoulder.
Sharon nudged Tammy with an elbow. ""Give him your address, precious."""
581,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-10-13T16:07:00,Angel of Mercy,"Fuck... Me...Tammy thought to herself as she was being led for the exit... Things were going very fast. This wasn't like her; this was not the person she was, yet in this moment she wished she could be like this more often. The way it was clear in Sharon's eyes what she wanted made Tammy feel like she was wanted and desired in a way her ex never could have... Once outside she stopped moving, taking a deep breath. When the other woman reached into her purse to grab her phone she offered no resistance, and she only smiled meekly, nodding as she lifted her thumb to the scanner...
She listened to the conversation and she nodded when she took the phone back and she saved it under emergency taxi. She then sent a quick text to her friends to let them know she'd left before she put the phone away... ""Saved"" she said with a smile as she looked at Sharon, just as she was led away once again, this time pulled onto the other woman's lap. Then here they were in public with Sharon's hands all over her body and she only moaned in reply... ""Ooh God... Sharon..."" she muttered as she bit her lower lip... ""I've done anything like this..."" She managed to say as she moved her hands through the other woman's long hair and she moved to kiss along the side of her beautiful face... Very subtly, her hips started to roll so she could press her sex onto the other woman, until she heard a car pull up...
She looked back when the driver called out. The taxi was not what she'd been expecting... It looked much fancier than she was used to. She was then pressed off and she landed rather wobbly on her heels and she reached out to Sharon for support. Very quickly they were moving into the taxi and she made certain her body was pressed firmly to Sharon's... She smiled and she nodded to the driver as she gave him the address without any hesitation... She then looked at Sharon, smiling sweetly as she looked at her, one hand moving to touch her cheek."
582,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-11-13T19:59:00,Chrystal Dark,"This kid was making it almost too easy. Sharon allowed her to snuggle, slipping one arm around Tammy's shoulders to grab a breast, while the other hand worked it's way into the young woman's leggings. she responded to the hand on her cheek by pressing her lips against Tammy's mouth, tongue pushing its way in to explore. Meanwhile fingers found there way inside the front of Tammy's panties, exploring the soft and clearly recently epilated mound. Her other hand relinquished its hold on the further breast to cup the back of Tammy's head, holing it where it was easiest to kiss.
""I do so love a girl with a clean cunt..."" Murmured into Tammy's mouth. The taxi lurched and she broke the kiss to growl ""Eyes on the road, Buster!"" Then pressed her mouth back over the young woman's.
Fingers found the hot, smooth and wet slit between Tammy's legs, but she held back for now. She wanted the girl to climax, but not yet, so she kept herself to stroking the outer lips, making her victim squirm and moan.
The taxi pulled up and Sharon pulled her wallet out of her purse, paid the man cash and gave a generous tip, then opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She helped Tammy from the cab, offering her sticky hand to the girl.
""Right, lead on, petal."" She was interested to see what sort of place this girl lived in."
583,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-11-17T15:51:00,Angel of Mercy,"The kissing was intense, far more than any kiss she'd ever experienced... And 'experienced' was indeed the correct term. This was kissing on a whole other level, it was to the point that Tammy had never felt this desirous in her entire life... Something about Sharon affected her on a completely different level, and it was bizarre that it was purely physical.
Those hands and fingers were moving all over her body, and she gasped aloud when she felt the fingers pressing to her sex. Her hips rolled against that hand almost instantly and when Sharon commented on her pussy, she could only moan deeply in response... She paused and her eyes opened when Sharon addressed the driver, as if she had wholly forgotten about where they were. She giggled ten as she kissed the other woman again, one of her hands moving to cup one of Sharon's breasts through her shirt.
Even as they continued to kiss, Tammy was unable to stop the moaning from slipping past her lips. When she felt the vehicle come to a stop, she lifted her head back and she looked around, noticing the building just beyond the curb... She shifted off the woman's lap, letting her pay the driver. She offered him a rather shy smile as she took Sharon's hand, noticing the stickiness and she tried not to grin as she moved to her high heels...
It was a fancy apartment building, two story, eight units in an upscale part of the city. She led Sharon by the hand to the front entrance and used her key to access the building, hoping she'd remembered to clean her apartment up... She kept looking at Sharon, smiling softly and lustfully at her, despite the air of nervousness she retained... Up the stairs they went to a corner two-bedroom apartment...
It was open concept kitchen and living room with a balcony and a small hallway with the two bedrooms and the bathroom... Once inside she tossed her purse across the room then she practically threw her arms around Sharon's neck and she started to kiss her again, pressing her body up against the other woman's..."
584,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-12-15T18:19:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon was barely able to slip out of her shoes before the young woman was in her arms and kissing her.Easy! Far too easy! She controlled a chuckle.I wonder how easily she'll break?
Sharon pushed the bottle-redhead away, held her at arms length while leering at her. ""Youare an eager little whore aren't you!"" She dug in her bag and pulled out one of those eye covers that airlines give out on night flights. ""why don't you go into the bedroom, get naked, then put this on, and lie face down on the bed. ""Call me when you're ready"".
As soon as Tammy was in the bedroom, Sharon took the opportunity to go through the younger woman's bag. She pulled a bar of soap out of her own bag's cosmetic kit, unwrapped it and pressed both sides of Tammy's front door key into it, re-wrapped it and put it back in her bag, returning the key to where she found it. She went through the purse looking for membership cards, taking pictures with her phoneof all that she found, the same with bank cards and credit cards, and the woman's work place pass.
Then she put everything back where it was.
From her own bag she pulled a large strap-on feel-doe, pulled her jeans and panties off, inserted the shorter end in her vagina, strapping it in place, then went to the bedroom door to see how Tammy was doing."
585,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-12-16T19:26:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy was all giggles when she was pulled back and called a whore... If a man had called her that, he'd be on the ground nursing his balls after she landed a hard knee upon them... But in this case, she only nodded in agreement to the sentiment. ""I've never felt like this before..."" She confessed. She was trembling as she waited to see how the rest of the night was going to go...
She took the eye-cover and she nodded with a grin. The girl was kinky; it was something she was eager to explore. She turned and she moved briskly to the bedroom where she quickly striped down until she was completely naked. She then pulled the comforter and blankets off, letting them sit at the very edge of the queen-sized bed and she moved to her knees in the middle, where she slipped the blindfold over her eyes and she made certain it was nice and snug...
As she turned and get ready to lie on her stomach she moved a hand between her legs, and as expected she was a wet, sticky mess... With a giggle she moved to lie on her stomach, and she turned her head to one side... ""I'm ready!"" she called out..."
586,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2022-12-25T02:15:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon grinned and moved quietly into the bedroom, paused to admire the sight of the naked girl on the bed.So pretty. So vulnerable. And all mine! She smirked as the thought crossed her mind. Silent observation of her victim lasted several minutes, and then she brought her hand down hard on the girl's naked behind. ""Spread you legs as wide as you can, and reach out as wide as you can with your arms.""
Another blow on the girl's pretty pink behind, continuing until Sharon is happy that her instruction has been complied with.
She stood then, silent, barely breathing, fir a few minutes, to see if her new pet would remain still. Any movement or sound is punished with a vicious slap on the behind and a curt order of ""Stay Still!"" or ""Silence!""
When Sharon is happy that the girl is sufficiently subdued into remaining motionless and silent, she leans forward and runs the tip of a fingernail down Tammy's back, along her spine from between her shoulder blades to between her buttocks. She looked around and found a clean handkerchief in a drawer, put one corner in her mouth to wet it, then spun it through the air to make it cold. And then she trailed the cold, wet corner of the cotton square in a circle around the small of Tammy's back.
Now she tied a knot in the same corner of the hankie.To remind you to be still and quiet, my pet. Any attempt to move or make a sound is now met with a blow from the knotted handkerchief on the buttocks.
Now Sharon climbs onto the bed between Tammy's spread legs. She leans forward and blows softly onto the girl's anus, then lets a drop of her spit fall onto it. Supporting herself on her left hand she reaches out with the other and places a gentle touch on Tammy's armpit the same side, runs her fingertip down Tammy's right side until it reaches the soft swell of the girl's breast. there she uses all four fingers to tickle the side of the compressed mound.
Pulling her hand away, she leans forward and uses her tongue to lick up Tammy's spine from just between the tops of her buttocks, brushing her hair out of the way as she reached the redhead's shoulders, then nibbled gently at the back of her neck.
Sharon leaned back and knelt motionless for a few seconds, them cupped her right hand under the sticky wetness that was Tammy's pussy. She slapped it gently a few times, then pinched the girl's clit before running her forefinger down the valley between the soft and puffy lips, to press gently at the opening of her vagina. ""Oh? Someone's been a naughty girl. What a shame. Virgins are so rare these days.""
She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothing. She wanted to fee the girl's skin against her own. Naked appart from the strap-on harness, she began running her fingers over Tammy's backside, squeezing and kneading her buttocks. At first she only grazed the girl's anus lightly, but as she continued to play with the soft but firm mounds so her touches to the sensitive sphincter became more frequent, and more deliberate.
And now she had the redhead quivering, she lowered herself onto Tammy's back, pressing the length of the feeldoe into the girl's dripping slit, rubbing it back and forth in the channel, but not penetrating her, continuing to tease, moving her own hips against the younger woman's buttocks, her own soft bush ticklig and teasing as her hands were busy under Tammy's torso, finding and taking posession of the girl's nipples, teasing and rubbing them.
Her lips to Tammy's ear now, she whispered, ""Nod if you are ready.""
Not that it made any difference: Sharon was ready. She raised her hips and used her right hand to position the tip of the dildo where she wanted it, waited until she had possession of Tammy's right nipple again, the drove the shaft hard, mercilessly, into tammy's arse hole, at the same time twisting both the girl's nipples as hard as she could."
587,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-01-04T14:48:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy could hear a little, but could see nothing. She was breathing deeply, trying to calm herself a bit. She'd heard Sharon walk to the bedroom, but then only silence filled the air. She could only imagine the woman was looking at her naked on the bed, her wet, shaved pussy on display for her viewing pleasure. She continued to have her head turned to the side as she waited patiently...
Then she felt a hard slap at her ass and she yelped in surprise, and it was followed by further instructions. Something about the way Sharon spoke to her awakened something inside, a desire to be used, to pleased and to give away control... Even if only for one night, so of course she quickly complied with the demands placed upon her. Her legs spread as wide as she could and her arms reached out towards the walls to either side of her. The second blow had her body tensing, followed by a deep sigh as she forced herself to relax.
After another blow, the result of having flinched slightly she stilled and she remained unmoving. The otherwise pale skin of her ass was taking on a pink hue. When the fingernail moved to touch her, it was like it was leaving a trail of fire down her back. She tried to remain silent, unsure if she was even permitted to moan at this point and she absolutely remained still, but for the occasional shiver. The one time she did move she felt a different kind of blow to her ass and she stilled quickly... It cause a different kind of pain, more blunt and less of a sting.
Things seemed to take a more sensual turn. She felt the bed move, indicating Sharon had moved, likely to her knees between her spread legs and she did moan when she felt fingers touching her, followed by what was obviously the woman's tongue. Besides the slight taste of perspiration, her skin would taste very fresh and clean. Tammy had goosebumps all over her arms from the sensual contact. A soft whimper escaped her from the feel of the nibbling at her neck...
She moaned again when the touch moved to her slick cunt. She found herself holding her breath from the contact, though she mewled when her clit was stimulated. Her body seemed to jerk and twitch a bit uncontrollably. Her body stiffened at that initial penetration and she groaned... But it didn't last as the hand was removed and she could feel movement on the bed behind her... She took a deep breath to calm her nerves...
When the contact returned she was very much aware of the amount of attention paid to her asshole. She'd taken a few toys and she'd experimented a bit. She had liked it for the most part but she'd never let anyone else take her ass. She realize that might be about to change. That sense was emphasized by the feel of something long and hard pressing against her, followed by some stroking of her drenched pussy. Hands joined into he work, and she started to whimper and moan as her breasts and nipples were played with, all while the blunt item continued to press against her flesh.
When Sharon spoke next it took perhaps a dozen seconds before she finally nodded. Then she felt it, the press of something hard to her ass hole just as her nipples were twisted and pinched and she cried out in pain, though the whimper that followed would suggest there was more than just pain as the faux-cock slid deep inside her... Her legs instinctively closed, pressing to Sharon's sides, the ankles shifting high as her knees bent...
She forced herself to relax her lower body, otherwise finding pleasure in this would be difficult..."
588,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-01-15T16:24:00,Chrystal Dark,"There was no reason to be gentle so far as Sharon was concerned. This was for her own pleasure not the silly redhead's. She could do what she wanted to the little bitch, even kill her, andprobably get away with it. This silly child was too trusting by far. Of course she had no intention of killing her, that would be no fun, and carried the most risk of being caught.
Her right hand released the breast it was crushing amd moved to take a handful of the tangled red locks, tugging hard on them, pulling Tammy's head back, exposing her throat. Sharon grinned and bit firmly on the exposed white skin.Goddess, at times like this I wish vampires were real and I was one...!
Not quite hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a painful mark. And while she was doing this her hips were slamming up and down, pile-driving the feeldo into Tammy's arsehole, with no consideration for the redhead's pleasure or even comfort. Her own climax was coming on fast as the other end of the faux-cock rubbed against her g-spot and clit."
589,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-01-18T19:28:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy was unsure what to make of all this... Yes, she was still excited but this was certainly more than she had expected or bargained for. This woman was not who she's expected her to be... She was raping her asshole and she was unable to do anything to prevent it... The worst part was how wet she remained and how much, deep inside she needed this, despite the pain. She felt a hand in her hair then suddenly her hair was being pulled back, and she offered no resistance. She groaned as she felt lips and teeth on her skin and she yelped when she was bitten.
She felt her asshole burning, but the movements, the down pressure was forcing her slit to rub against the bed and she soft sheets, which had become a puddled mess now. She continued to groan, part pain and part pleasure as Sharon started to move faster and harder, just taking form her whatever she desired. She was just a restrained piece of meat for the woman's pleasure.
But above all it was the lack of control that turned her on the most. She realized now her Ex had been a pussy... She needed to be owned, even if only for one night. She didn't even know if Sharon planned to hurt her, like really, seriously hurt her by the time the night was through, and in this moment she didn't care. She didn't even care if she came, she just wanted to be used."
590,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-02-05T02:47:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon climaxed far too quickly. It wasn't just the physical stimulation of her cunt, but actually had a lot more to do with the feeling of power, the cruelty and sadism, the feeling that this cute little bitch was hers to do whatever she wanted to with. Her last few thrusts against Tammy's arse were brutal even by comparison with the punishment she'd already dished out, and she felt her vagina squeezing hard against the resistant silicon shaft that filled it.
She wasn't prone to noisy climaxes, nor did she squirt. A few grunts, followed by a couple of long, soft moans, were all the indication she gave, other than the seismic activity of her hips. She gasped in release and then giggled in an almost schoolgirl like manner as she collapsed on top of her new human plaything. ""mmm, that was good, darling. We'll have to do this again. I do hope you didn't enjoy it!"" She sniggered then and undid the straps holding the feeldo in place. That done, Sharon rolled off the younger woman, leaving the dildo projecting out of Tammy's butt hole.
""Ahhh, I guess I'd better get on home, sweetie. I'll leave that with you, you can wash it for me and I'll collect it next time."" She grinned, picked up the hankie with the not in it and brought it down hard on Tammy's left thigh. ""Stay still. You will stay exactly where you are until I call your phone and tell you you can move. Is that clear?"" She stood and went about locating her clothes, dressed quickly, and headed for the door, called out ""Remember, you don't move until I call you!""
Then she opened the appartment's front door, and closed it again, before walking silently back to the bedroom."
591,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-02-14T15:25:00,Angel of Mercy,"Through the abuse she remained mostly silent except for the groans and moans that escaped her. The woman using may not have cared form her pleasure, but the pleasure was there... The way she lay her pussy was pressed to the bed and as Sharon drilled the toy deep into her ass, her clit continued to rub and grind itself down until she had to shut her eyes tight as the orgasm coursed through her body. The pain only made her body even more sensitive and she finally cried out as her body shuddered...
She felt the woman continue thrusting a few more times then she stopped and she felt the woman's weight atop her... Her head was turned sideways and her cheeks were wet with tears as she listened to Sharon speak to her. She shuddered again, her body completely spent and used. She felt some shifting and moving about, then the woman's weight was gone, but the large cock remained imbedded deep in her ass...
She took a deep breath then all of sudden she felt a hard blow at her thigh that caused her to yelp in pain as her body stiffened... She moaned and she nodded when Sharon gave her instructions to remain as she was until her phone rang... ""oh... Okay..."" She replied rather meekly. She was breathing deeply now, her body slowly relaxing and tingling all over. The sheets beneath her were soaked with sweat and cunt juice... She remained there unmoving even as she heard the front door closing...
Once she thought she was along she didn't move, though she moaned a bit louder as she started to clench her butt around the toy. It was perhaps a minute before her breathing had recovered and she seemed to relax as she lay there and she waited... One more minute, she decided..."
592,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-02-26T18:33:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon grinned silently. This one was a keeper. She was clearly going to obey even the most onerous of instructions. She announced her continued presence with a loud and brutal barehanded slap onto Tammy's backside. ""Good girl. Now you stay there a bit longer. I'm going to borrow your door key. I'll bring it back tomorrow, as soon as I've had a copy made."" She cackled and picked the keyring up from where Tammy had left it after letting them into the apartment, then came back into the bedroom. ""When you hear the front door shut, you can move. I'll call you before I come over tomorrow, to give you time to get naked and put the dildo back in your arsehole. I will expect to find you naked on the bed, but on your back this time.""
With an evil smile she gripped the long ginger locks and dragged Tammy's head back before claiming her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. ""See you tomorrow, precious.""
And with that, she left, making sure the door closed and locked behind her.
It was about 2:00am by the time Sharon made it back to her own seedy little studio-apartment in a run-down part of town. Tammy's place may not be a penthouse in the Rockefeller Building, but it was a lot better that Sharon's. It had been a good night and she was looking forward to the day to come. Saturday, so no work , and she could spend the entire afternoon and night playing with her new toy. She slept like a log, woke at nine, showered, dressed, had breakfast and headed out to the local mall.
At eleven forty-five, armed with a newly cut key to Tammy's apartment, some purchases from a hardware store and a bag of groceries, she called the number she had stored on her phone the night before.
""Hello Tammy darling, it's your new owner. I'll be there in about twenty minutes. I do hope you remember how I am expecting to find you?""
She hung up and set off for the fifteen minute walk from the Mall to Tammy's place."
593,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-03-07T18:40:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy had been just about to move from her position when she heard a bit of movement followed by a hard slap to her ass and she cried out in both surprise and pain as the blow stung, as her skin took on a red hue at the site of the impact. She caught herself and she fell silent even as her ass throbbed...
She listened as Sharon gave her a set of instructions and she simply nodded in agreement, surprised at how eager she was to agree. God how she needed this. She knew very well that some folks were followers and others were leaders. She was a following who needed guidance and for the first time she had that... She only hoped her trust wasn't completely misguided. As she considered the implications to this interesting relationship, her head was yanked back by the hair, and she yelped once more as her mouth was claimed in a ravaging kiss that once again left her breathless.
Then she settled on the bed until she heard the door close. Even then she didn't move right away. She took a few deep breaths before she finally moved, removing the blindfold, and setting it aside as she reached back to remove the toy and she rolled over... She moved to her feet, and she moved on shakily legs to the bathroom to clean the toy and herself before she crawled into the bed under the blankets, and she fell into a very deep and restful sleep... Tammy had slept in a bit, and when she finally woke, she wondered if the whole night a had been a dream, but it clearly wasn't. Her ass was still quite sore, and she had to grin as the memories flooded back. She had no idea when Sharon would be back, but she no doubt would, she did take her keys after all...
She had a light breakfast before taking a nice hot shower. She made certain to shave herself nice and smooth and she took a bit of time to paint her nails a sexy pink shade. That's when her phone rang, and she grabbed it quick, and she answered... ""Hello?"" She answered... The instructions were clear, and she nodded as she set the phone down. She quickly moved to the bedroom, and she removed her lounge pants and T-shirt and she set them aside.
She made certain to lubricate this time, as getting dry-fucked in the ass wasn't all it could have been... So, she applied adequate lube to her hole and the toy and just before the twenty-minute mark she slipped the toy inside her back door, working it in slowly bit by bit... By the time the woman was set to arrive the dildo was buried deep inside her. She was on her back, naked with her head on the pillow. Her legs were bent at the knees and her feet were firmly set on the sheets, but she had her legs as wide as she could comfortably get them.
Then she waited..."
594,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-03-12T22:25:00,Chrystal Dark,"Sharon let herself into Tammy's apartment with her new key, to make sure it worked. She placed Tammy's keys back where she'd taken them from in the small hours of the morning, and called out, ""Hi honey, I'm Hoooo-ooooome!"" then burst into a fit of giggles at her own joke. She dropped the groceries in the kitchen and walked into Tammy's bedroom with the hardware bag.Her bedroom now, she decided. She would move in here, it was a much nicer place, in a much nicer area. Tammy could obviously afford it, so she figured she could live here pretty much rent free, maybe contribute to the food.
She grinned at the sight that greeted her. ""You really are a pathetic little whore, aren't you Tam-Tams. Say it, tell me what you are!"" She knelt on the bed between Tammy's feet, setting the bag beside her then took hold of the redhead's ankles and lifted them, easily raising the petite girl's arse off the bed, bending her to push her knees down either side of her head. ""Take hold of your legs and hold them up like this.""
This was fabulous. The girl even had the business end of the feeldo already in her arsehole as instructed. Sharon lent forward and licked Tammy's cunt, enjoying the aroused taste. The kid was actually enjoying the treatment? Sharon smirked to herself.Have to try harder then. Can't have my little slut actually enjoying her torture!Of course if the bitch actuallywanted it, that wasn'treally a problem. It made life easier. It meant that Tammy wasn't going to go to the police any time soon.
And then she found a reason to be unhappy. She took hold of the dildo's harness and pulled. It moved far too easily. ""Oh dear. Oh that was naughty. You lubricated this before you put it in. I didn't say you could do that."" She scowled, but actually she was delighted. For one thing it meant Tammy hadn't enjoyed being dry-fucked in her arse, and for another it gave her an excuse to punish the bitch, something she had been struggling with. If the bitch were always totally obedient, finding excuses to punish her would be hard. Fun, but hard.
""Now I'm going to have to punish you. This is going to be very painful!"" She forced herself to scowl. An evil grin would spoil the moment.
She rummaged in the bag of hardware, humming a song from Gilbert and Sullivan'sMikado.
""A more humane Mikado never
did in Japan exist
Da dum da dum da dum da diddle
a true philanthropist
It is my very humane endeavour,
de dum de dum de daaaa,
Each evil liver a running river
of harmless merriment.
""Myyyyyyyy Object all sublime
I shall achieve in time
To let the punishment fit the crime
The punishment fit the crime
And make each prisoner pent.
unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment
Of innocent merriment.
""Barrum, barrum, barrabada dabbada dum dadum.""
She continued humming as she straightened up clutching a box of sewing needles and a cigarette lighter. ""Oh yes, this is definitely going to fit the crime."" She knelt directly behind her victim, so the redhead couldn't lower her bottom to the bed if she wanted to, and removed the lubricated dildo, placing it between Tammy's breasts. ""Might need that later. Now, here's how this works. You will get two needles. If you manage to take your punishment without complaining and say thank you afterwards, that will be all. But if you make a noise, or forget to thank me, you get two more, until I'm out of needles.""
She smiled then, and pulled a needle from the box, held the eye in her right hand and flicked the lighter on, hplding the point of the needle in the flame until it began to change colour. She reached around and pushed the base of the lighter into Tammy's belly button. ""Hold that, don't drop it!"" Then she placed thumb and forefinger either side of Tammy's anus and squeezed, forcing the sphincter to bulge outward.
With a sudden quick thrust, she jabbed the hot needle through Tammy's flesh."
595,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-03-14T14:31:00,Angel of Mercy,"When she heard the jiggling of the keys then the door open, followed by Sharon announcing her presence she smiled, though it was a rather nervous smile. There was always a hint of something inside her that told her this was all a big mistake, yet there was another voice that told her to give in... To let herself be dominated this way; she felt a great desire to be used and abused. She had no idea where that came from, but it was an overpowering need at times.
She looked at the entrance to the bedroom when Sharon walked in and the grin on the other woman's face made her smile. She bit her lower lip when she was called a whore... ""I'myour whore... Yourpathetic little whore"" she repeated, emphasizing that she wanted to be owned by the other woman and her alone. She let Sharon move her body and pull her legs back and she hooked her arms around the backs of her knees as instructed, leaving herself wide open for the other woman.
Tammy moaned and she closed her eyes when she felt that sweet tongue run itself through her wet folds. She sighed deeply as she bit her lower lip... Already, this was the best Saturday morning she'd experienced in a long time. Her eyes opened again, and she gasped when the toy in her ass was moved back and forth. Of course, she froze and her eyes opened wide when Sharon told her she'd fucked up by applying lube... ""But... It feels better this way..."" She admitted, sounding almost like a whiny little bitch.
It wasn't so much that she hadn't enjoyed the dry-fuck, after a while she had indeed, but the initial burning and discomfort had not been pleasurable. ""Please don't?"" She begged about being punished but she knew it was coming. She continued to hold her legs wide and open, shaking her head a bit as she pleaded... ""Please don't. I'll do better, I promise"" she said even as the other woman was ignoring her and humming some song, she'd never heard of...
She watched with a hint of fear in her eyes as the toy was removed from her ass and placed between her breasts. She wasn't certain what was about to happen, but she only nodded when she'd been told not to complain or else it would be worse... Then she watched as a needle was heated before she it was driven into her very sensitive flesh and she cried out briefly, before she bit her lower lip. Her body had tensed, and she was trembling, but not a word of complaint was uttered, despite the tears that ran down her cheeks."
596,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-03-22T17:26:00,Chrystal Dark,"With the first needle sticking out of the puckered flesh around Tammy's rear entrance, Sharon picked up the lighter and began heating the second needle. ""Such a shame, I definitely heard a squeal of pain. Nor did I hear the words 'Thank you my owner'. So, this means I have to put another two needles into this cute little butt-hole of yours. Now I'm being generous, because I did say 'or', and you failed on both, so I would be justified in putting six needles in.""
She smirked, ""But I only have ten. Ready for this one?"" She smiled evilly and touched the hot tip of the needle against the very centre of the closed sphincter and held it there for a second, then angled it slightly and pushed."
597,Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/plaything.25979/,2023-03-28T18:21:00,Angel of Mercy,"Tammy could feel the warm tears as they ran down her cheeks. This wasn't really what she'd been dreaming of or wanting, but she was in a very vulnerable position now, so she continued to bite her lips as she listened to the woman as she heated the second needle... Many retorts had been considered, but she knew anything of the like would only make matters worse, so she remained silent...
Then her body stiffened again when another needle was thrust into her very sensitive flesh and she cringed her face in pain... A loud gasp was heard as she exhaled... ""Thank you my owner"" she managed to mutter before she inhaled deeply and she held it, as she waited for the next needle to come."
598,Prisoner of War (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/prisoner-of-war-open.18974/,2020-11-11T11:45:00,TM41,"Just jump on in! I'd prefer this to be mxm, but I will also be okay with mxf. This will be an action packed romance of war. Please provide a face claim and keep replies 2+ paragraphs.
Side note: I only use mobile to write with, as I have no computer. Please forgive my typos. _______________
""Get in, get out. If shit goes sideways, I want you to be the one watching my back, got that, Crawford?"" the sharp voice commanded, and Jason's head turned to look at their sergeant.
""Yes, Sir,"" the man replied, adjusting the gun on his hip as he looked back toward the small village. He crouched among seven other men, each one hidden in the brush just on the outskirts. ""Lets move,"" the older man ordered, holding his gun as he moved forward, nearing the village and staying hidden in the shadows of the night. Jason followed closely behind, hearing the soft rustle of leaves behind him as the group moved as one. Jason stayed close to the sergeant, grey eyes watching the village carefully as they entered the perimeter.
Jason looked to the side, his hand reaching to grab the shoulder and yank his superior behind him, his own body pressing into the wall they crouched beside. He glanced at the other man, his finger moving to his lips as loud footsteps neared. ""Allez voir le chef. Je n'aime pas le laisser seul, j'ai un mauvais pressentiment ..."" Jason frowned, carefully peeking around the corner to find two French men facing each other, each holding an assault rifle. Jason settled against the wall, sliding down silently.
""They're armed. Any idea what they're saying, Sergeant Woods?"" Jason whispered, his grip on his rifle tightening. ""They know we're here..."" the sergeant muttered, his hand flicking the safety off the gun. ""Not yet..."" another voice whispered, Jason's eyes looking toward the smaller brunet male. He shrugged his shoulder, scoffing softly, ""he has a point."" Jason sat up as the footsteps faded, peeking around the corner once more. ""It's clear, let's move,"" Jason said and began to stand, only to feel pressure on his shoulder push him back down. ""Funny you're the one trying to give orders. Move out, gentlemen. Search each building, we need to find the chief. Find him and bring him out here. He will die to my bullet, do I make myself clear?"" the sergeant asked, receiving an array of nods and ""yes, Sirs.""
Jason sighed and stood up again, following behind the man he was assigned to protect. The group split off, and Jason moved silently toward a building, peeking into the window to find two small boys playing on the floor. ""Clear. There's kids,"" he reported, and they moved on to the next building, moving quickly to look into the windows of each house they came across. It wasn't until the sound of an alarm echoed in the night, and the two men cast a fearful glance between each other before they bolted to join their group. The sound of bullets ricocheted, and Jason ducked to avoid being shot. ""God dammit, who gave away their location?"" Woods yelled in anger, his head turning to find the enemies jolting toward a small house.
""Go, now!"" Jason moved on instinct, running toward the building as he lifted his gun, firing toward the enemies. The bodies collapsed, screams of agony sounding through the village and Jason kicked in the door, his gaze looking around the house. He growled under his breath, moving to the closed bedroom. He shoved this door open, lifting his gun and aiming into the darkness. To his surprise, he found the room empty apart from the body sleeping on the bed. Jason shook his head, it wasn't the chief. No, but... The man moved forward, his hand grabbing the soul and yanking them out of bed. The frightful scream emitted from the strangers lips as Jason's pistol pressed into the temple of the person he held tightly against his chest. ""Move, now!""
Jason forced the victim outside, keeping the gun in place. ""Fuck! Let's go! Anderson, help Crawford!"" the sergeant yelled, and the small, brunet man rushed to Jason's side. Jason forced the victim forward, slamming the butt of his rifle into the back of their head. He caught the body, and with Andersons help, the two moved the person out of the village and into the back of their truck. The group climbed into the vehicle as they all worked to fire at the enemies, knocking them back as the sergeant started the vehicle. ""We'll lock them up, use them as ransom. I don't know where that cheif is, but when we find him, he's dead."" Jason moved to the passenger seat, sitting down with a sigh as his head rested back against the head rest. ""He should have been there. Do you think this person is related?""
""They better pray to God if they're not..."" Woods responded, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, driving quickly back to their hidden base. ""We will get them chained up in the cell, and in the morning... We will get them talking."" Jason gave a nod, looking back at their men,his eyes looking toward their prisoner, ""I'll take care of it."""
599,Prisoner of War (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/prisoner-of-war-open.18974/,2020-12-03T07:34:00,Wanderer Stryder,"
Just like his ancestors before him, Corbin Remy was born and raised in the city of Reims. A city in northeastern France's Grand East region. It once was considered the best champagne wine growing region of the country. For more than 1,000 years, French kings were crowned at its Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Reims. That truth seemed like a fantasy compared to what was happening in the city in present day.
Corbin struggled to fall asleep. The sounds of war were no stranger to this region anymore. Footfalls of men walking about on sentry duty could be heard if he left his window open at night. He hadn't done such a thing in a while; nobody had. Children played inside for their parents feared they would be shot or taken by enemies of war. When sleep finally claimed him a dreamless sleep was welcomed.
What felt like mere seconds after he entered a darkened slumber he was pulled from his bed and forced onto his feet. Standing up at five foot and ten inches in height didn't make him not supress the scream that came from his throat as the cold steel of a gun contacted his temple. The sight of eyes the color of slate met his that were the color of hickory. The disheveled hair upon the soldiers head reminded him of the medium bronze color of antique currency. The man had facial hair, where as Corbin was clean shaven. A state of shock didn't allow him to understand what was being commanded of him. Only that his feet somehow knew self preservation as they stumbled in struggle to comply. By the time the scent of outside air reached his panicked olfactory senses a darkness took him once more that wasn't welcomed as the one sleep had been.
Silence eventually woke Corbin from his involuntary slumber. The uncomfortable pulsating spot he felt at the back of his head make him groan out loud. On instinct he tried to place his hand against the tender place and rub some of the discomfort away. The rattle of chain and an inability to move his hand to the desired destination made him come to full consciousness to his surroundings. He wasn't blindfolded and yet he couldn't see the very walls that surely surrounded him. His hands were bound in chains. He could take about five steps before he was restricted by the length of his bound wrists. He tripped over what he figured was a pot of some sort for relieving of bodily substances. He managed to touch three of the four walls around him. The fourth one just out of reach of his hands. He laid upon the ground and stretched forth his socked feet to attempt to feel the fourth wall.
His efforts were rewarded with feeling the sensation of a heavy door, rather than the rough concrete texture that had been of the other three walls. A distant noise not of his own making made him stand up and take steps away from the door until his back was against the wall that the chain was anchored to. Was someone coming?"
600,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-03-27T22:57:00,KingsBounty,"It's been three years since he's lost his wife to cancer. This wasn't supposed to happen to young people like them. He was nearing 30 in a couple years. She'd been a couple years younger than him. David didn't understand. They'd been a very normal, vanilla, boring couple. How could this happen? He'd been down ever since.
The only joy he found was at work. Which wasn't saying much. He had friends there which was his little fun but they'd noticed. Some had removed themselves a few still kept him going. One was Abigail. She was married around the same time as he had. She'd always had a alpha personality. She came into the room and you knew it, so did she and she played it. She act like she'd have them on leashes or act like cracking a whip. They'd all laugh.
He'd gotten a text from her Friday after work. 'You have a date tomorrow, 5pm at Romano's. You know the place on 5th. Give them my name. You'll be sat and your date as well. I've taken care of everything. Have fun ;) PS DON'T BE LATE!' he gulped but knew better than to argue. He just sent 'Yes Ma'am.' she sent back 'Good boy.' and he just smirked and went to bed.
Saturday dragged on and finally the time came. He got dressed black suit, red shirt, no tie. You didn't show up to Romano's dressed down much less a date. He went and gave Abigail's name and was seated in a nice corner table. He took a deep breath and waited."
601,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-14T02:21:00,KingsBounty,(bump)
602,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-17T02:13:00,PinkGirl,"
Cara was 24 and spent her nights playing with different guys. She always liked them older than herself. Her friend Abigail had actually introduced her to the life of being a Domme. She enjoyed knowing she had control over the men older than her, some would say she had a daddy issue. One day Abby asked Cara to help a coworker of hers. He was in a pathetic slump and could use some cheering up. She was happy to help and they arranged a meeting for Saturday night.
That night she dressed in a black velvet tight dress with laces all up her back. She wore a black lace thong underneath but no bra. She wore black heels and stepped through her door to the restaurant at Romano’s. She gave Abigails name at the front desk and the hostess showed her to the table with an older gentleman.
Cara smiled and held her hand out for a small shake, “David?” She shook his hand, hers smaller than his and soft from lotion. “I’m Cara, a friend of Abbys.” She sat down at the table opposite of him.
David was getting a little nervous as the seconds ticked. He'd been on plenty of dates yes. Never a blind date and never set up by and obviously dominant friend. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and closed his eyes. He'd never truly seen himself as submissive or anything s/m related. Abigail had made him start to question some of that at work. Who knew.
He took one more deep breath and opened his eyes and took a drink of water. He looked up as she came in the door. His heart races and part of him wanted to run for the door.There's no way that beauty is my date.He thought to himself as she was escorted to his table.
David stood as she arrived. ""H-hi, yes I'm David."" He shook his head then took and shook her hand. His was rough from manual labor. *It's a pleasure to meet you Cara. I work with Abigail."" He sat back down as well when she had. ""You look stunning.""
His suit
"
604,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-17T17:48:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled at his compliment and sat down. ""Nice to meet you. Thanks."" She couldn't help but look over his body. His strong muscled figure. She took a sip of water before ordering champagne for the table.
She looked at him. ""So Abby didn't tell me much about you. Tell me."" She was eager to learn more about him. He seemed to be a laborious man. He would be fun in bed, if she could get him there.
Cara happily took a glass after the waiter poured the champagne. She took a small sip and listened as David spoke about himself."
605,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T20:48:00,KingsBounty,"David smiled and blushed just a little as she looked him over. It awoke something strange in him. Like he was a piece of meat she was going to devour and for some reason he kinda liked it. He sat as well nodding at her choice of drink. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
That's when he realized she was waiting for a response. He cursed himself inwardly. ""Ah so she told you a bit about me huh? She didn't tell me anything. Other than I better be here.."" he chuckled a little nervously at that last statement. ""Well I try to be an open book as much as possible. As you probably know I work with Abigail. We started working together at the lumber yard. Been working there a few years. I am pretty boring. Not much outside of work for me. Haven't quite found a hobby I like. What did she tell you about me?""
He'd done his best not to bring up the widower thing though she would find out before the date was over. He didn't like to lead with it but people did need to know if there was to be an interest. ""So what about yourself? I would like to know about you as well """
606,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T21:00:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled as he spoke. It was true, Abby might have left out the detail about his wife but they weren't aware of that. She giggled slightly. ""I'm sure you're not boring. Just haven't found the right hobby yet. "" She took another sip of her drink. ""Abby told me it's been a while since you have been with a woman, let alone on a date. She warned me that you might be awkward but she didn't mention how sexy you are.""
Cara wasn't known to be shy, she was quite upfront about things. She smiled at him. ""Well Abby and I meet years ago. She actually had me as her maid of honor at her wedding with Aaron."" She said to him. ""Abbey is my best friend, she has been setting me up in these blind dates for about a year now."" Cara shrugged. ""I guess I keep scaring men off."" She made it a joke but in all honesty she didn't keep guys long. They couldn't really keep up with her."
607,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T21:14:00,KingsBounty,"David sighed. Might as well get it out there. ""Honestly yes. Been about three years. I actually got married at the same time as Abigail."" He couldn't call her anything else it was a little weird hearing her called Abby. ""My wife passed three years ago from cancer. We were a boring couple but deep in love. It is time for me to get out again and Abigail gave me the push I needed. As for the sexy thank you."" His face turned quite red.
David wasn't shy in any sense of the word but Cara was something. He liked it whatever it was. ""Well I am pretty hard to scare. Intimidate now that's another...oops."" He blushed a bit. ""That is pretty awesome about you and Abigail. Y'all must be really awesome friends. The way you talk about this though I feel a bit as if I've been trapped. Though I may not be bothered by that as well """
608,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T21:19:00,PinkGirl,"“I’m sorry to hear about your wife,” she reached her hand out and took his in her own. She gave him a friendly squeeze. “If you want to ‘get out again’ I can help. But if you just want a friend I can be that too.” Her offer wasn’t what she really wanted but she meant it for him. She was attracted to him but if he needed a friend then that comes first.
Cara took her hand back and giggled, “trapped?” She covered her mouth laughing. “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped, well not on purpose.” She said to him. She was patient after hearing about his wife. She knew what she wanted he had to be consenting, he had to want her just as much as she wanted him. Normally that was the trouble."
609,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T21:33:00,KingsBounty,"""Thank you. You are a beautiful and sexy woman Cara and I would love to get to know you more. And more than just as friends."" He blushed. And took a long draught of water. He meant every word. There was something about her that attracted him. He wanted more.
""Not on purpose?"" He cocked an eyebrow as he set down his water. ""Well consider me happily trapped. I want something different."" He jokingly held out his hands as if to be put in cuffs trying to lighten the mood a bit from his seriousness. ""Take me away"" he laughed.
Their server returned with the champagne."
610,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T21:39:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled hearing him say more than friends. Whe saw him hold his hands out. “Don’t tempt me.” She teased. She giggled and put her head down. “I don’t take just anyone home, but I can be convinced.” She said to him taking a flute of champagne from the server. She happily drank, feeling the bubbly liquid run down her throat.
“Let’s see where dinner takes us.” She said to him. The server waited and took their orders. Cara had a pasta dinner with a side salad. She waited for him to order. They hadn’t discussed the bill so she figured they would be splitting it. Didn’t matter to her anyways. “So what are you into?” She asked him."
611,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T22:04:00,KingsBounty,"David chuckled with her. ""Very well."" He took some champagne as well taking a sip watching her. He ordered shrimp linguini with pink sauce. With a side salad. And ordered them some bread sticks as well. He smiled as the server left again. ""By the way dinner is on me tonight."" He had a good feeling about this and he wanted to take care of her and this.
He thought a bit about her question. ""I'm assuming you mean sexually? I'll be honest I've been very vanilla over the years. Never really thought about trying anything. I'll admit though....I'd ask you to keep this between us but.....I don't know if you feel like sharing so be it. Abigail at work sometimes will act like she's got a whip cracking it at us, or have us on a leash or something crazy like that and.....I don't know it's made me curious at least. I wouldn't know where to start looking into that kind of stuff and how it even works."" He was very red now and coughed and took another large drink."
612,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-19T22:19:00,PinkGirl,"Cara looked at him surprised, not expecting him to pay for dinner. “You don’t have to pay for me. I’m good.” She said, she didn’t plan to truly fight him about this but she wasn’t just going to bow over and let him off easy.
She was taken aback as he started talking sex. She hadn’t meant it like that but who was she to interrupt. She listened to him talk. “Well if we are keeping this between us there is a reason Abby is like that. She is a dom, she actually introduced me to the world of sexual dom eland sub relationship. But I’m not as kinky as she is. Don’t tell her I said any of that. She keeps it separate from her personal life.” Cara said honestly to him.
“I wasn’t asking about your sex life, that’s generally a second date subject. But I could help you, if you want.” She shrugged before that last statement. She wanted him to feel like it was his choice."
613,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T05:51:00,KingsBounty,"David smiled. ""You are right, I don't have to but I want to. It would be my pleasure to pamper such a beautiful woman as yourself."" He nodded his head to her slightly. His smile turning to a grin.
He looked at her a little quizzically. ""A dom? I'll be honest I don't have much knowledge in this area.."" he looked a little embarrassed and he began internally kicking himself about jumping straight to sex. ""I apologize. As stated I am a bit rusty...."" He paused and took a serious thoughtful look stroking his beard a bit. ""You know I would very much welcome that if you would help me with that."""
614,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T06:01:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smirked at him. ""I would love to help you, but let's revisit that after dinner."" She said as the server brought over their meals. ""let's change subjects."" She said putting the cloth napkin on her lap. ""any kids? Pets?"" She was trying to make small talk as they are their meals.
In truth she imagined having him home, the fun they could have. She wouldn't push him to do anything, he would have to ask, that is till at her house where she was in charge.
She enjoyed her meal. The food was excellent at this restaurant. It couldn't be cheap. She planned to help pay for dinner. She probably didn't make the same as he did, since she knew Abby made more l. But Cara wasn't tight for cash. She listened and asked him questions, answering his too."
615,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T06:17:00,KingsBounty,"That smirk both intimidated him and turned him on a bit. He shook his head and did the same with his napkin as she did. ""Of course. Hmm no kids. Couldn't for whatever reason. It was during trying to figure out why that we discovered the cancer....."" He shook his head again and took a bite of food. This food was always so good. ""As for pets just a cat who's more bossy than my boss and Abigail combined."" He laughed. ""But don't tell Abigail that. How about you? Any pets?""
David smiled enjoying their time. Answering her questions and asking as he thought of them. He didn't have as many questions but he was very happy to answer all of hers. He had made a mental note to ask her more specifically to help him understand and know this dom thing. Maybe even dom him.
As the meal came close to the end the server returned asking if they'd like dessert. David smiled. ""What would you like for dessert?"""
616,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T14:00:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled, enjoying their chat and time. The blind date was going exceptionally well.
She would get hot between her legs thinking about taking him home tonight. She was eager to dominate him. Abby made always hold her bossiness for everyone but Cara wasn’t like that. She didn’t hide but she preferred keeping that to her bedroom.
When the main dish was over and the server brought out dessert Cara giggled. She had a better response, a more natural response about David being dessert. But she choose to shake her head. “I’m full, but I could share a piece of cake.”"
617,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T20:53:00,KingsBounty,"David really did like her and enjoying every minute with her.
The server nodded and asked if it would all be one check to which David replied that it would. As the server left David turned back to Cara. ""I have had a blast on this date with you Cara. This has really been fun. I do want to ask you something before the date is over or I lose my nerve..."" David took a deep breath. "" Will you show me what I'm missing?....more specifically, will you dom me?"" There he said it. It made him nervous but he said it before the server even got back.
As if on cue the server returned with cake and check. David took the check gesturing for her to get started on the large slice of chocolate cake. ""I'll join you as soon as I've gotten this all filled out. I'm not much of a chocolate cake person but they make the absolute best German chocolate cake."" He smiled and filled out the ticket giving a 30% tip."
618,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T21:17:00,PinkGirl,Cara didn’t have time to argue about the check. The server disappeared and David drew her attention. She was going to say she had a blast as well but David seemed to ask her a question. She was taken aback by his question. She smiled at him. “I’d be happy to be your domme. When were you thinking?” She asked him.
When the server brought the cake and check she didn’t say anything about him taking the check. She took a fork and got herself a bite of cake. “Mmhm.” It was good cake.
619,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T21:25:00,KingsBounty,"He thought about her question as he filled out the check. As he gave it and his card to the server he picked up his fork and took a bite as well. ""Mmm. Always good. Well....I have no plans this weekend and now where to be till work on Monday. I'd happy for you to even start tonight if you're ready. I'll be your.......I don't know what I'd be in that scenario but I'll be it for the rest of the weekend if you like.""
The server returned with his card as they finished the cake and he took it putting it away."
620,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T21:33:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled sharing the cake. “It’s called a submissive or sub. You do what I tell you when I tell you to. Of course we need to set up rules, stuff that is off limits, punishments and a safe word. A safe word stops everything, it’s for your protection. Of course remember, the submissive is truly in charge at all times, not me.” She said to him and grabbed her purse after finishing the cake. It was his choice from here."
621,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T21:49:00,KingsBounty,"He stood with her. ""Submissive...I like the sound of that. So essentially I am giving you control as a dominant but I can stop it at any time? That's what this Safe word is for? Ok. I think I'm up for this. Let's do it. So what now?""
He followed her outside and pointed just across from the door in a parking spot was a ram 1500 truck. That's my vehicle. Did you drive? Should we ride together or I follow you?"" He was quite new to this part of things and was quite different. He was quite excited and was kinda worried she could see his bulge growing in his pants. He was quite excited for this."
622,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T23:16:00,PinkGirl,"Cara went outside with him. It was a nice night. She giggled at his enthusiasm. She saw his truck, definitely wasn't her type of ride. ""I'm not climbing up there in these heels."" She chuckled at him. ""my accord is this way."" She pointed to her left. ""You can follow or ride along "" she offered to him.
Cara walked to her accord and hit the button on her keys. The lights blinked and beeped unlocking. She got in the driver's seat and the accord hummed to life."
623,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T23:21:00,KingsBounty,"He nodded understandingly and decided to follow her to her car. Something about riding with her so he didn't have an escape in his vehicle immediately both helped him be more comfortable and turned him on. Romano's wouldn't care if his truck stayed a night or two. Happened all the time. He climbed into her accord on the passenger side.
""Well mind if I ride with you? I don't need to be blindfolded do I? So I don't know where you're taking me?"" He laughed at his joke mostly letting out some nerves."
624,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-21T23:59:00,PinkGirl,"Cara smiled as he got in. “No, I’m not going to blindfold you. Remember you can stop anytime, I’ll bring you back here.” She buckled up Andrew pulled away from Romano’s. The drive was maybe twenty minutes. She had a small quant home near the local park. It wasn’t really in the city but not far in the country. She parked in her garage and looked at him. “Last chance to run.” She teased him."
625,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-25T07:27:00,KingsBounty,"He was thankful for her kindness and nodded. It was a nice little drive nothing too crazy. He did enjoy riding with her. He thought to himself maybe he'd get her to ride in his truck. Her house was quite pretty. ""This is a nice house you have here"" he commented as they pulled into her garage then smiled at her comment. ""How about I just kneel?"" That's all he could think of as this Dom/sub thing and thought it fitting."
626,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-08-25T14:04:00,PinkGirl,"Her cape cod style home sat alone, no neighbors in view. Trees surrounded her property but there was enough space out back to see a clear view of the starry night sky. It was just right for Cara, she didn't need anymore space.
When she gave David his last chance to change his mind she wasn't expecting him to respond with a joke. How fitting to kneel? She giggled and unlocked the front door of the house. Inside it was simply designed, open space through the combined dining room kitchen and living area. Stairs led up and a white door stood beside those stairs for the basement. There was another white door off the living area for a full bath.
Cara let David in before locking the door behind him. She turned to him and made sure he saw her put the keys on a small round table next to the door. ""I'm not locking you invite others out. You can leave anytime.' she put her purse down beside her keys then stepped out of her heels. She walked past him to the kitchen and poured two more glasses of red wine. She took a sip and smiled at him. ""I'm going to start you off slow. If you want more I can show you the basement."""
627,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-12-20T18:58:00,KingsBounty,"David followed her inside and smiled as she sat down the keys and listened to her. He followed her to the kitchen picking up the other wine. ""That would be very kind....."" He trailed of at the mention of the basement. ""Oh now you have me intrigued. The basement? This sounds like oh so much fun."" He blushed a bit as his eye dropped to his wine and he took a sip."
628,Questionable,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/questionable.20706/,2021-12-20T18:59:00,KingsBounty,(I do apologize for may absence....I've been struggling as of late.)
629,Reincarnated princess (female) x Immortal Knight (male),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/reincarnated-princess-female-x-immortal-knight-male.17982/,2020-08-23T15:47:00,EventsWood,"Jasmine is a nineteen year old girl. She is tall at 5'8"", with a slender but fit body, golden brown eyes, long hair down to her butt, and very define features. She currently works at a small cafe. She has no idea that she is a reincarnation of a famous princess. She just thought that she was related to her as she looked exactly like her. The young princess had died from a fatal disease and her lover vowed that he wouldn't stop looking for her. After some time, her lover became rich and famous for being one of the richest men in the world. Jasmine was at work at her local cafe as a barista. She had shorts, a t-shirt, sneakers, and her apron on. She just finished making someone's order and called the name on the cup just as a tall handsome man walked into the cafe wearing a suit. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he walked to the register. She had to look up at him even from her height. ""What can I get for you today, sir?"" She asked him remembering what her boss told her to always be polite to important looking men. She told his order and payment before going to make it."
630,Returning home to texas,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/returning-home-to-texas.24636/,2022-03-26T17:47:00,Wheelchairman85,"Airplane flying thirty thousand feet in the air.
It has been a long journey for Medically Retired U.S. Army staff sergeant Chad Armstrong.
From the battlefield of Afghanistan to a military hospital in Germany and then to a military hospital in Maryland.
And now He is nearing an end to this journey the young man is on an airplane his destination.
His hometown of Podunk Texas population 2,300 people. When he arrives he hopes that he is able to rebuild his life.
After he had been sleeping in his seat for quite a while he heard a female voice that curse very loudly.
He looks across the aisle and See's a very attractive woman who looks upset. "" Are you alright?""
When the woman who cursed didn't reply to his question. Chad went back to sleep but he wasn't asleep for very long. Because his bladder started screaming at him.
So he stands up opens the overhead compartment and retrieve's his forearm crutches closes the overhead compartment door.
Grabs the crutches and proceeds to walk very slowly to the bathroom. Once he reaches the bathroom. Chad places one of the crutches on the floor opens the door picks it up goes into the bathroom.
Closes the door behind him and locks it then takes the left crutch.
And leans it again the side of the toilet then he lifts the lid.
Unzips his pants pulls his massive member out and begins to urinate.
When he is done with his bathroom business. Chad flushes the toilet. And proceeds to put his member back in his pants.
But it won't go back into his pants. "" Come on go down damn it. You and I won't be having any fun any time soon so go down.""
"" Well it looks I am going to have to masturbate and hope it goes down.""
So he masturbates and it eventually goes down and he is able to get it back into his pants
Zips his fly up then he washes his hands grabbed his other crutch and exits the bathroom.
Where he encounters the woman who had woken him up earlier.
"" I am sorry I took so long I really had to pee.""
Next he returns to his seat puts the crutches away in the overhead compartment and then he sits down and puts his seat belt back"
631,Returning home to texas,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/returning-home-to-texas.24636/,2023-01-31T23:40:00,holyduckers,i’m willing to take part in this rp
632,Roommates,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/roommates.15315/,2020-03-28T18:29:00,Ivy Stepp,Katherine had finished unpacking her bags. She’d just finished moving into her dorm. Unfortunately she couldn’t find her roommate. She knew it was a guy but that was it. Whatever. She’d see him tomorrow. As she changed into a tank top a leather jacket and jeans she walked out. She walked for a while she reached the party. Sitting down at a couch after fetching a drink she realized she was sitting next to a guy. Not just a guy. A super hot guy. Not knowing what to say she simply drank for a while. Slightly tipsy she inched closer to him.
633,Roommates,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/roommates.15315/,2020-04-03T00:14:00,Chartreux,"Mark was watching all the eye-candy milling about at the party. He was getting signals from a number of the women there, since he'd decided to step up his appearance and get a make-over last week. He had the athletic build and he'd been told that his face was nice, but he had the grooming and fashion sense of a cave man. He finally gave in to his best friend's girl, Sophia, who was working on her master's degree in fashion and marketing. When she was done with him, he had a new haircut and a small number of outfits that she guaranteed would turn the ladies' heads.
He wasn't really used to all of the attention that he was getting. Especially when some of the guys were hitting on him. He politely refused their advances.
He took a seat.
A nondescript young woman sat down next to him. She was wearing jeans and a leather jacket. He hoped that she knew someone to be her designated driver.
Then she began to inch closer and closer to him. Maybe he'd see just how drunk she really was. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, ""You know, if you'd been wearing a short dress, or skirt, I could be fingering you right now."""
634,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-07-09T03:53:00,QueenMer,"Sitting in the back of the casino is a private game where the stakes are much higher. It is here the story begins with an not yet 20 one year old girl pretending to be all grown up. Her name is Suzy , lean and blond. She is well developed and that is what got her there in the first place and she was an excellent liar. The character she played tonight was Erica, a young woman who was 23 and just married, her husband off taking care of business in town. The story goes that she had snatched up his Atm and that she sucked at poker but she was so cute how could anyone not allow her into the place but not just into the casino but to the very back, to a private room that didn't play with chips but cash, she didn't have any on her but the black ATM in her hand was enough for them to accept, she was with a wealthy husband after all.
However the truth was different, Suzy was only 19 and she was quite good at poker, flap jack, texas holdem or Any kind of card game you laid out in front of her. She had weaseled her way into the back room, went on with her blond act giggling and laughing at anything the older men who circled the table had to say. She barely even glanced at the cards in her hand because she knew if she stared too long she might smirk at the hand with in her grasp. A straight flush, it was unlikely she was lose. The cards were laid out as she showed her hand with a curious look on her face, ""This is good right, all the numbers line up,"" she cheered as the other groaned and nodded their head accepting the fact they had lost to a blond but there was one man who didn't seem upset but rather smug.
She turned her gaze to him, a confused look crossing her soft face as he smirked at her, lowering his hand and exposing it. A royal flush grinned back mocking her, she had lost, no how had she lost. Her face paled, her heart caught in her throat and she forgot to breath for a moment before shoving the mask back into place and smiling. ""Does that mean I lost? Oh My? I guess its time to pay up, direct me to the local ATM or do you accept checks,"" she laughed out, beginning to rise, ready to run. The man looked even more amused as he stood up and informed her to wait a moment he would escort her, panic began to settle in, it was time to pay up and she had no way to and even worse, unknown to her, he knew this as well."
635,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-02T22:59:00,TheWanderers,"Paul stood up, adjusting his fine suit, before stepping over to the younger woman. At 40, Paul was far older than her but still quite handsome, even if you didn't know he was worth Millions. The CEO of a private equity firm, he gambled with money like it grew on trees. Its what excited him - though not nearly as much as pretty, young women. Like the one before him - Erica - a woman who had secrets to hide.
His people, like always, did their homework while he played. She was certainly not who she pretended to be and could certainly not payup. But that was fine with him. She had everything to lose - and he had a night of pleasure to gain. He smiled at her and offered her his arm.
""Let me escort you, so we can get this sorted out. Erin, is it? I am Paul, Paul Brown."" Mr. Paul Brown, Sr to be exact but no one was that formal these days. He was certainly a strapping figure in his immaculate suit (no tie). Form fitted, it showed of his toned, lean body. He kept himself in shape, of course - unmarried, he enjoyed the many women who passed through his bed each night. Getting fat and out of shape was out of the question for that."
636,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T00:06:00,QueenMer,"Suzy peered at the man as he rose. Her stomach twisted into a ball of nerves but the smile had not dipped from the corner of her lips. She should of become an actress instead of being here in the back room of a casino where there were no laws. She worked not to show fear, the sharks would smell it. She could already feel them circling as he stepped closer until he was in arms reach.
She knew she couldn't run for it, not in these heels. She couldn't excuse herself to a restroom there wasn't some window she could slip through like a movie.
Her mouth felt dry as he offered his arm out to her. It looked like a shackle to her. She could feel the table peering at her. ""Erica,"" She corrected. She turned to wave at them, blowing a few kisses and wishing them goodnight as if she was going to come back and play a game again.
She didn't take the arm that was offered. She clutched her purse, her hands before her as she began heading to the door as if she was the one leading him out and not the other way around.
Her mind was whirling and she did not want him to see the panic on her face. ""I think I saw an ATM near the front,"" she hummed out loud playing along with her innocent ruse."
637,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T00:16:00,TheWanderers,"Paul was not born yesterday and he was no fool. ""Erica, of course."" He gave her a soft smile but did not appreciate her taking the offered arm. Those who saw the rejection saw it as a sign of disrespect.
As she tried to steer them towards the front, he slid his arm around her slender waist. Firmly tugging her against his side, revealing his stronger form compared to hers. ""Oh, no, I insist. I know a much more...secure...ATM we can use.""
He leaned in close to her, even as his hand dropped to her tight, perk ass - resting and squeezing her cheek even as they walked. ""If you try to move away from me, I'll have security do a very thorough body check on you before handing you off to the cops. We both know what sort of scam you are trying to run and its not going to happen. Understood? Slide your arm around my waist if you do."""
638,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T00:54:00,QueenMer,"He was close enough to hear the small gasp as he pulled her close. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, as her gaze darted to him. Ever so freely he let his hand dropped down grabbing at parts she had given him no permission to touch.
She had began to pull away when he spoke. His voice rumbled in her ear and she shivered, her cheeks becoming pale. She knew it, she had been caught and now the threat hovered in the air. Go along or go to jail.
She grit her teeth and wrapped her arm around her waist and leaned in. Suzy was not happy. ""Right then... Lead the way... Uh was it pete?"" She could be vindictive."
639,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T01:40:00,TheWanderers,"""Paul...but you can call me Sir."" He retorts, pinching her firm ass cheek. But her hand did wrap around his own waist, letting her feel his toned and firm torso for the first time. His hand on her ass caressed it a little as they walked. But they didn't go to the public elevator - no, he bypassed it to the private one, where two security guards stood.
Their faces were immobile as they rang the bell for him, so its doors opened as he approached with his catch of the night. The gold-plated elevator opened up for them and he led her inside. He turned with her to face the doors as they closed, and broke his demeanor once the doors shut and the elevator started up.
He pushed her hard against the wall of the elevator, one hand closing around her throat. The other brazenly slid up her flat stomach and groped one of her breasts. ""So...I think you know where this is going. You're coming upstairs and you're going to fuck you debt off on my cock. If you misbehave, well, I have some well paid muscle who'd love to have a go at a girl like you. Satisfy me, and I'll consider the debt paid. Otherwise...well...you know. Understand?"""
640,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T01:55:00,QueenMer,"She did not plan to call himSir, she just might keep calling him Pete and forget it was suppose to be paul. He pinched her round cheeks and she frowned as if somehow he had read her mind and knew what she had planned.
She was close enough to smell his cologne. It was rich and seemed to distract her for only a moment because her attention was soon on the elevator they were heading to. This is not what she came through. Her gaze darted to the guards and then back to the man. What had she got herself caught up in.
They stepped into th Elevator and just as she was ready to say something he striked. Her back hit the walls, she gasped, panicked as her hands left to his wrists. She squirmed in place, her look caught panicked an annoyed.
""I'm sure you could pay some one to do that,"" a smirked crossed her lips. ""Isn't there any other deal we could work out, call this a life lesson and go have me wash some dishes,"" she was brave and confident for some one who had no control. She knew she didn't and perhaps knowing her fate was beyond her grasp led to her acting out."
641,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T01:59:00,TheWanderers,"His hand around her throat squeezed as she spoke, disrespectful like before. His hand on her breast left, lifting up to slap across the cheek of her face. ""Oh, I could certainly pay some one, but where would be the fun in that? I won't even have to pay you. But if you don't speak to be properly, if you don't call me 'Sir', one more time...I'm going to make this a very painful experience for you.""
To emphasize it, he squeezed her neck even tighter. Not fully choking her, but enough to make her natural alarm bells ring, enough to make her question how much more she'd be able to breathe before he choked her off. ""Now, cut that crap and start playing the part. Convince me you can play the part of a whore.""
The elevator stopped and the door opened. It revealed the penthouse sweat, with elaborate furnishings, over his shoulder. But he made no move to leave the elevator yet, or relax his grip on her."
642,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:15:00,QueenMer,"Pain. It was sudden and sharp as his hand landed across her cheek. The sound seemed to echo in the elevator. She felt a heat rising from her skin as her flesh throbbed from the strike.
She couldn't even call out, the hand around her throat too tight. Her blue gaze was wide and caught in his as she felt another wave of panic. She couldn't escape his grip, she couldn't escape him. She hadn't expected he would strike her off of her high perch.
It was getting harder to breath, there was a buzzing in the back of her mind. She had one way to be released. She didn't want to...
""Yes- sir-"" she would manage to squeak out. The moment he released her she would find herself weak knee and gasping for air."
643,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:23:00,TheWanderers,"""Good girl."" He responds, relaxing his grip on her throat, but not releasing her. ""I expect immediate response to my commands. I think you're starting to learn that. Maybe there is hope for you yet. Now, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.""
He caressed the side of her cheek with his free hand, where he had slapped it. Enough to leave a faint red mark blooming through the makeup she wore. He even tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, all the while his other hand remained on her throat.
His command may have sounded odd, of course. But not to him. He knew exactly what he was doing."
644,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:29:00,QueenMer,"His loosen his grip and she wished she could flee. The elevator wall felt cold behind her as she peered at the older gentlemen. She knew it was best not to falter, not at this moment when she had already pressed the line. She wasn't ready for another slap.
His gentle touch reminded her of the sting as he seemed to sooth it. It did take her second but her lips did part and her tongue pressed out. She slowly released his wrist and pressed her hands down to her side, palms against the gold plated lining.
She felt anxious on edge as she peered up at him. She was regretting her choices already. Suzy, as was her real name, was young. Only 19, she wasn't even old enough to gamble. She was just good at math, smart but not street smart. She was too pretty to be smart and so she always went along with that assumption people had of her. Never had she been slapped or choked and she was concerned what this older man had in store."
645,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:32:00,TheWanderers,"He peered down at her open mouth, past her pretty eyes and face. And her tongue. Then he leaned his own face down towards hers. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, rubbing his tongue all over it as it passed through his lips. As his lips came towards her own, he chased her tongue back into her mouth,, exploring every inch with his tongue.
His hand on her throat tightened slightly as he leaned into her, pressing his body against hers. The hand on the side of her face slid down to her collarbone, then down to the teens perk breasts. He assumed she was in her early 20's, above the legal age to gamble. He had no idea she was 19. Not that it would have stopped him."
646,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:45:00,QueenMer,"Even though it was the most obvious thing, him to kiss her, some how she felt like she had not expected it. His mouth was warm, there was a taste to him.
At first she had not given in but his lips knew what they were doing. The well devolped young woman found herself giving in bit by bit. She would suprise by herself as she found she was kissing him back. There was something about his lips. He showed he was quite skilled, though she had been no slacker herself the men she had spent her time with were still young and lacked certian skills.
Her hands twitched at her side. She fought the urge to reach up and touching him. Her hands grabbed the edge of her dress. She was already ashamed of how quickly she had kissed him back, had shivered as he pressed into her making her feel so small and trapped."
647,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T02:49:00,TheWanderers,"He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, catching it with his teeth, before pulling back on it giving it a little tug before releasing it. He was surprised at how quickly she responded but if she was half as intelligent as he thought then she'd know better. He smiled at her, seeing that blush on her face.
""See, that wasn't so bad."" He leaned in, to her ear, nipping her earlobe. He blew softly on her ear and then whispered: ""Don't be afraid to touch back. A woman who knows how to please a man is better than a woman who just lays there and takes its.""
He stepped away from her then, hand on her throat sliding down to grab her own hand. He tugged her away from the wall and into the penthouse. The amount of wealth on display as he led her to the lounge was astounding.
The floor-to-ceiling windows gave breath taking views of the surrounding area, lit up at night as they were. He let go of her hand and poured himself some whiskey before turning on a record player. Soft music filled the room as he sat down on the white leather sofa that face the window.
""Strip for me."" He commands, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt."
648,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:05:00,QueenMer,"She would frown as he commented on how it wasn't so bad. She was stubborn, she did not want to admit to any enjoyment. She would seek small ways to rebel, to show her discontent but he was right. She was too smart to flat out throw a tantrum, she expected it would land her another slap. If only she realized a slap could be the least of her problems.
She couldn't deny his hand as he grabbed ahold of her and pulled her inside. It was lavish, she was left peeking around wondering how she had managemes to get herself caught up with this man. Oh right, she had tried counting cards.
She was left standing watching him move about and get comfortable. He gave one simple command. Strip.
She turned away from him not wanting him to see the frown that crossed her face, she didn't realize how reflective the window before her were. Her nose wrinkled and she took a breath to settle herself. She closed her eyes for a moment ad calmed her nerves, she couldn't just tug her clothes free and toss them like a burden. She knew this was not what he meant.
She found the rythem of the music and swayed a little. Her hands rose to her shoulders. She began to drag the black fabric down from her shoulders, white pale flesh was exposed.
Down it went revealing a keyhole tattoo between her shoulder blades. The dress hadn't allowed for a bra. She turned slightly to him, letting him see the out line of her flesh as the dress fell the rest of the way leaving her in the panties and heels.
She wondered why she felt so nervous as she turned fully to him, not fully stripped she stepped closer. Small acts of rebellion. She was soon before him, leaning in closer, a hand reaching his knee. ""Shouldn't you finish unwrapping me, sir,"" there was so much sass in the last word."
649,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:15:00,TheWanderers,"As the girl danced and swayed to the music, Paul unbottoned the rest of his shirt and removed it, tossing the expensive piece of clothing off to the side like it cost nothing. He admired her slim, shapely form and finished his whiskey even as she turned to face him, revealing her perk breasts and the panties that still clung to her.
Naked, on fully display, she looked younger than she first appeared. Not quite fully developed or matured. Not that he cared though. He smiled up at her, letting her view his toned and firm torso as he stood up. He had slid out of his shoes as well, only his fancy belt and slacks remaining on him.
""Oh, I can do that."" He says, moving over to her. He reached a hand out to her, taking her hand with his, and giving her a slight twirl to the music before wrapping her own arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He pressed his groin to her ass, swaying to the music, resting his chin on her shoulder as he slowly danced with her.
""How old are you...really?"" He murmurs, releasing her hand to place both of his on her bared hips, continuing to sway and grind with her."
650,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:35:00,QueenMer,"His response amused her as he moved towards her. She would take a playful step back as if she might slip beyond his reach but he caught her, twirling her and pulling her in close. He pressed against her and she felt a striking contrast to the behavior in the elevator. Was this what she got when she played along.
She was still trying to figure him out but there was an obvious fact. Good behavior was rewarded.
His body was bigger then hers, he was firm in a multitude of places. She could feel his reaction to her teasing pressing against her. He surprised her when he asked the question calling her out.
""Old enough,"" she huffed back. She would tilt her head to try and catch his gaze. ""And I won't tell you. Sir."" She couldn't help the way she said sir."
651,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:45:00,TheWanderers,"""Oh, I do believe we can add 'under age' to your wrap sheet."" He murmurs, hands pinching and tweaking at her nipples. He shuffled her forward towards the window, stopping just short of it.
""Place your hands up on the wall, and bend at the waist. Its time I do a full body search on you."" He whispers into her ear. Once she leaned against the window - the glass cool against her skin - he started to kiss her neck and shoulder, rubbing his hands over her breasts and stomach as he slowly made his way down.
He kissed the slender blades of her shoulder, then followed her spine to the soft curve of her ass. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down, kissing over that tender young ass. He trailed his hands back up the insides of her legs and spread her ass cheeks apart.
He buried his face between her legs then. He sucked hard on her pussy lips then flicked his tongue up and down along her slit."
652,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:52:00,QueenMer,"A whine broke past her lips as he teased the nubs of her nipples to small points. It seemed Everytime she might enjoy his touch he managed to toss a little pain into the mix leaving her uncertain about the unfolding situation. She wasn't use to a lack of control. It wasn't easy always listening to some one else.
She bit her lip debating not doing as she was told but at last she leaned forward. The window was cold beneath her hands, her breath fogging up the glass. She could see his reflection for a moment as his hands gliding across her flesh.
Her breathing hitched, nervous as he dipped out of sight and her panties were tug down. She jumped when his mouth hit her bare slit. She would t realize how damp she was, the sure tell sign part of her enjoyed this despite her struggle.
""Well being underaged and losing a hand of um..."" His tongue was so warm. Her eyes closed and for a moment her thoughts began to trail off. ""are only two strikes,"" she mumbled. What was wrong with her, she was enjoying his attention. ""Sir!"" This time it ended with a squeak as she quivered."
653,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T03:59:00,TheWanderers,"Her body would always betray her of course. The wetness that greeted his tongue was testament that she liked the way he was treating her. He plunged his tongue against her opening several times, getting her nice and wet. Then he sucked on her clit, focusing his tongue on that sensitive little nub for a few long moments.
One hand left her body for a few moments, the soft clink of metal suggesting he might be loosening his pants. Then his mouth drifted upwards - but not too far. He spread her ass cheeks again and plunged his tongue against her puckered rear passage. Nothing - or almost nothing - was off limits for him. He even wondered if she had ever taking a dick there before.
He worked his tongue along that little rosebud, several times around, even prodding it with the tip of his tongue. Then he stood up tall behind her. He leaned forward. ""True...but the night is still young. I am sure we can find a third strike for you.""
She'd have brief moment to feel the head of his cock as he rubbed it against her slit before he thrust into her. And it'd be yet another surprise for her this night - Paul was hung!
He thrust repeatedly into her wet pussy, stretching her wider and wider with each thrust. Bareback. About halfway in, her tightness gripped enough of his shaft to force its head from it sheath, spearing deeper and deeper into her. All said and told, he had nearly 10 inches of cock pressed into her."
654,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T04:12:00,QueenMer,"Suzy tried so hard not to moan, she choked on the sound as he mouth assaulted her. He earned a long whine as he trapped her clit, the whine was becoming a whimper as the sensation began to overwhelm her. Suddenly his mouth wasn't there anymore.
She wasn't allowed a moment to come back down as he spread her cheeks. His tongue hit a new area, he would hear the startled noise. She began to squirm so unsure about the area he was exploring. He was right, it was a virgin hole.
He pulled away and rose. A small sweat had broken across her skin. Her lips parted ready to make an argument against a third strike when suddenly she felt him pressing against her. She wasn't allowed a chance to adjust, there was no muffling the sounds as he began to stretch out her tight hole. She couldn't see him, but it felt too big. She started straightening as if she could escape, her back no longer arching.
He was relentless as he pressed in. ""Oh god, no ah! No- its-"" it was too much. He was still pressing in. Her walls tightened around the intruder unable to adjust. He hit bundle of nerves she didn't know was there. She was trembling and he still had another two inches to go.
Her body acted like it might cum.
""It's too big,"" she whined."
655,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T04:24:00,TheWanderers,"He didn't stop thrusting until he was fully buried inside of her and then held himself there, letting her adjust to his size. Her pussy was nice and tight around him, almost like she was still a virgin. Even all that arousal had made it a tight fit. She could almost feel his cock pulsating there inside of her as he ground his hips against hers.
""Oh, its never too big. It always fits."" He moans hotly into her ear, seeing her pained and pleasured expression in the refection of the window. He slid his hands back up her sides and around to her breasts, giving her a new angle of pleasure as he groped her perk orbs once more.
""You like that? You like the way it feels?"" He whispers, softly tweaking her nipples once more."
656,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T04:39:00,QueenMer,"Suzy couldn't ever recall taking something that felt like it went so deep. She was stuffed, he pressed deep and almost hurt. She was starting to adjust though it still felt hard to breathe. She wanted to argue it didn't fit but it felt like it did even though it felt like she was trying to squeeze him out.
His hands provided a new focus, fingertips plucking a moan from her tips as he toyed with her nipples. She hadn't meant to moan, she had been trying to rebel in her small ways but this... Pleasure. It was hard to rebel against this sensation. She didn't expect he would make it feel good.
""No sir,"" she flat out just wanted to say no. There was no ever clever thing, she did like it. Every part of her body, except her mouth spoke volume of her enjoyment. She was even starting to get wet enough to provide her own lube.
She peeked at his reflection, meeting his gaze. She could feel her cheeks darkening as she pulled around his cock. She wanted him to move. Her hips shifted showing she was ready as she finally pressed back."
657,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T04:43:00,TheWanderers,"""Strike three...."" He murmurs, twisting and tweaking her nipples in the opposite direction. ""...you're a terrible liar."" He states, loving every moan he drew from her body. And he loved the way she called him sir.
He felt her hips shift, opening herself up to him once more. He thrust into her then, slowly - just a few inches. Then again, and again. But while he only withdrew a small amount, each thrust was hard and jarring, his pelvis slapping against her ass.
""You sure you don't like that? I could always stop, have you watch as I fuck some other girl. Maybe have you clean up after I cream inside of her."" He thrust into her again, and then held himself there.
""You want me to fuck you like a good little slut that you are?"" He hisses into her, sliding a hand up to squeeze her neck. ""Beg...beg me to fuck you."""
658,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T04:59:00,QueenMer,"Her poor nipples had never been so assaulted. Her mind told her it hurt, that she shouldn't enjoy this treatment but there was so etching about the way he forced the pain to mingle with the pleasure...
She was smart, not smart enough to realize the effect he was having on her. She had never had anyone take such control of her before. He made it hard to think, there was a buzzing at the back of her mind. Her body was what demanded her attention. She had to let go of her pride if she wanted more.
This wasn't easy for Suzy.
""I-"" she what, she felt tongue tied. He could the confused look on her face, she was trying so hard to process but was unable to hold onto a thought. Everytime he shifted inside her she would be distracted again.
""I-"" it was so hard to do it. Give him what he wanted, she choked on the words in Her throat. ""I won't beg,"" she squealed. There was that streak of teen age rebellion. However even as she said that her body was begging. It pressed back against him, she arched her back and strained to keep herself from fully pressing against the window so she could press back."
659,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T05:10:00,TheWanderers,"He stopped thrusting as she struggled with the word. Struggled to beg him. He moved his hips back in unison with every attempt of hers to push her hips back onto his. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pinning her against the glass window as he pulled out. He slapped her ass, hard, with his hand and stepped away from her.
""And here I was, thinking you were smart enough to have learned. Don't move - and open your mouth."" He bent down and picked up her panties. He balled them up and then reached around, stuffing them into her mouth. ""Don't spit them out - you no longer have permission to talk freely."" He spanked her ass again, leaving a red hand bring behind.
He reached up and pulled her hands from the window, firm grips around her wrist, before tugging her after him. She would get a nice view of his muscled back and ass as he led her naked from the window.
They entered another room - a bedroom - and he pulled her onto the bed. ""Hands and knees, slut."" He says, pointing to the comfortable bed and its silk sheets. ""Eyes front. Don't move.""
He pulled out a few items from a table top draw. The first was a lace blindfold - soft against her skin, but preventing her from seeing. He slid a shaped pillow under her stomach then, something a massage therapist might use but it also provided a great platform for her to remain on all fours brace against.
""Now, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me."""
660,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T05:24:00,QueenMer,"As he popped out she found herself feeling almost empty. The feeling was replaced with a sharp sensation worse then the slap as he spanked her hard. It made her eyes sting, she cried out startled. Her knees buckled from the pain and took effort to stay in the position but his form grip helped keep her there She didn't want another spanking. She did as she was told opening her mouth.
He could see the disdain as he stuffed her panties into her mouth, a make shift gag. She didn't want another smack, she kept them in place. Still he spanked her again, her eyes stung. The sound muffled.
He yanked at her wrist, she nearly tripped in the heels she still wore. She felt her cheeks growing rosy as she took in his nude behind.
She didn't argue, she couldn't speak with out dropping the panties. She did as she was told taking the position and staying still as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She was quiet and nervous as she listened to his last instructions. Her head rested against the bed, the pillow kept her hips up. Her hands trembled as the brushed her ass cheeks still sore from the assault. It stung a bit to pull them apart. She left in darkness, listening, waiting for what happened next. Perhaps she should of begged."
661,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T05:38:00,TheWanderers,"The press of his mouth to her rosebud once more would give her all the indication of what was coming next. He rimmed her, tongue wiggling all over the puckered rear passage. He lifted his mouth from her then spat a glob of saliva onto her rear passage. He pressed his finger to her then, probing back and forth until it popped into that virgin rear hole.
""Don't move....you move and I chain you down."" He responds, feeling her stiffen at the intrusion.
He worked his finger back and forth, up to the second knuckle. It would be a nice tight fit.
He pulled his finger away and moments later, she'd feel the warmth of a sex aid, lube, pooling against her rear passage. Some of it dribbled down onto her pussy. His finger smeared it around her passage once more, this time allowing his finger to slide in easier and deeper.
He plunged his finger back and forth, getting her prepared for something that was much larger. A few moments later, she'd feel the bed shift as he stood over her, then squatted down behind her. Liberally coating lube to his hard cock, be brought its head to her virgin hole. ""Keep those cheeks spread you little slut."""
662,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T05:56:00,QueenMer,"She bit at her panties again, abusing the poor fabric. His tongue felt like it was burning it's mark, his tongue invasive. Her face burned, she knew people could enjoy anal she just never thought she would be one and yet here it was feeling good.
His mouth pulled back and she felt his finger. He felt her shift but his warning was enough to make her melt back into postion. She felt his finger press in, it was uncomfortable, odd, different.
His fingers spilled free and she felt the lube come next. She tried so hard not to squirm as well as relax. His mp fingers were moving easier, it was... Warm.. good? She couldn't understand. The feeling was so new.
There was a muffled sound almost a moan. It felt good but it didn't. She would nod her head. She knew what came next, should she be more concerned... She would decide she should be as the head pressed. This was more then a finger.
Once more she was caught between enjoying and not."
663,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T06:04:00,TheWanderers,"Paul pressed the head of his cock until it popped into her rear passage. ""Oh...my...your tight little asshole is certainly going to make me cum. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of fucking your virgin little hole."" He moans down to her, squatting down in order to properly access her.
He pushed in more and more, every time it became too tight or hard to push in he pulled back, letting some of the lube slide in even deeper. Then he'd push in once more, spreading her tight rear passage even more. Inch by inch, he pressed into her tight little rosebud.
It was tight but felt so wonderful around his cock. He only stopped when he felt his balls pressing against her slit, no more of his cock left to slide into her rear passage.
He leaned forward, tugging on her hair, lifting her head up. ""Are you ready to beg now?"""
664,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T06:29:00,QueenMer,"The way he spoke down to her, the way he controlled her, claimed her. It was all new to the young woman who was smart and yet naive at the same time.
She was consumed by the sensations of him. His voice, his scent in the sheets, his cock as it pressed into her.
She whined and squealed , she tried not squirm but this was not easy. She did find that the deeper he went the better it felt.
She had never realized how many nerves were in this tight hole. Her panties were soaked with her saliva. She was drooling, it felt good.
He asked her again to beg and this time she nodded. She waited for the panties to be removed before trying to speak.
""P-please don't stop... Sir..."" She didn't want him to pull out and leave her empty again, she didn't want a spanking.
""Please... It feels good,"" she admitted as a squeak, embarrassed by this fact. Her walls clenched around him. She wanted to feel him move finding she liked the feeling of popping out and pressing in. ""I- I can be good,"" she could try. ""I- i- want to cuuum like this... Can I cum like this,"" she knew woman did. She clenched at the ass cheeks, she tried arching her back more. She trembled trying to hold the position."
665,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T06:35:00,TheWanderers,"He pulled the panties from her mouth, dropping them into an open drawer nearby. She wouldn't be seeing them any time soon. The open drawer held countless other panties, of various shapes, size and materials. A conquest drawer.
Her ass clenched around him as he held himself inside of her. ""Oh? You think you deserve to cum do you? Good girls get to cum and you haven't been a good girl have you?"" He reached down with a hand, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. He pumped them back and forth a few times, feeling just how wet she was with his cock in her ass.
Then he reached around to her mouth with the two fingers, pressing them into her mouth. ""Suck them clean. Its the first step on getting you back on the right path."" He waited for her to do so.
""Now, if you want to be a good girl...beg me to fuck you in your tight little ass."""
666,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T06:45:00,QueenMer,"No she hadn't quite been a good girl, she had three strikes however she did want to cum. Be granted her first orgasm this way. She felt his fingers press into her pussy, this too felt different with her ass stuffed full of cock.
She had never been double penetrated before. She whispered in delight until his fingers found their way to her lips. She could feel them sliding against the corner of her lips.
He was slowly destroying her ego.
Her mouth parted blindingly wrapping around his fingers. Her face burned as she tasted herself and the lube. Her tongue curled along the two digits sucking them clean just as she had been told to.
She felt flustered and now he asked her to voice note. It was her weakness, announcing out loud her wanton behavior.
""I-"" her voice trembled, she knew she couldn't falter now. His coke simply sat there, her ass squeaking, adjusting, wanting more.
""Please sir, please fuck my ass and- m-make it yours. Please sir, fuck this,"" her words stumbled. She gambled while under the legal gambling age, played the part plenty of times. A perfect actress and now she was at a loss.
""Please fuck this little sluts ass and let her cum. She'll be good, I promise. I want to know how it feels"" sheath last admitted with another whine, almost like a spoiled thing not getting its way."
667,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T06:51:00,TheWanderers,"""Thats what I like to hear from sluts like you."" He hisses, still tugging on her hair.
And then he gave her what she wanted.
He started to thrust into her. Slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feel of his cock sliding back and forth in her rear passage, now fully lubed. Each thrust was punctuated with a hard press, causing his balls to slap against her slit, ensuring his cock penetrated her as deep as it could each time.
""You like that? You like my cock in your ass? I want to hear how much you love it, how much you want it. Keep those cheeks spread nice and wide - don't let go.""
He continued to grip her hair, tugging back every time he thrust forward. Soon he was moving half his length back and forth into her tight anus, the sounds of their fucking filling the room.Slap Slap Slapas he pounded into her tight, teen ass."
668,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T19:57:00,QueenMer,"Suzy only managed to keep her hands behind her for so long. At last they had to fall forward to help hold her up as he tugged at her blonde locks. She squealed a combination of delight and pain as she grew use to his movement.
This was different.
He reminded her to keep her hands where they had been. It wasn't easy but she did as she was told. She didn't want him to stop, it all felt overwhelming. It felt like she was burning from the inside out. It was startling, she didn't want him to stop.
He bottomed out again, his balls splashing her dripping juices and causing it to splatter. There wad a wet spot beneath her.
""I love it,"" the words were coming out easier. She didn't want to rebel, not right now, not when it felt like this. ""Don't stop, I've never had a cock there before. I didn't know it felt like this,"" groans were finally spilling out letting him ear sounds that echoed her words.
""Don't stop I'm gonna..."" It was hard to speak, she couldn't see a thing but she could feel him l, feel his cock pressing and rubbing. The walls he had worked so hard to loosen began to tighten again. ""Please uh... Fuck- I-"" she was going to cum.
If he let her then she would become a quivering mess, unable to form a word, she would even forget to breath if he let her get caught up."
669,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T20:42:00,TheWanderers,"Paul wasn't going to stop.
Her tight ass was heavenly as he rammed his big cock into it. Her walls had adjusted to his invasion and she was soon mewling with pleasure. He was able to ram deep into her, causing his balls to slap her cunt with each thrust. Such a perfect little ass, so perfect for fucking...
Her words were the first truthful ones he had heard all night as she begged him to keep going, to not stop. And he could feel her anus clenching even tight around him as she begged for release.
Most women he had fucked couldn't cum from anal alone - they usually needed some other stimulus. Not this girl, though. She was a real keeper.
""Cum for you me, you little butt slut..."" He hisses, slapping her ass again while he tugged on her head.
And he fucked her as as she came, riding the convulsions of her body. It brought him close, but not close enough.
He relaxed his grip on her as he stopped thrusting, letting her recover. He pulled his cock out of her ass slowly, sitting back on his heels.
""Its about time for you to thank me for making you cum - you can start my sucking on my cock."""
670,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T22:43:00,QueenMer,"Suzy's world was dark, there was a buzzing in her ears and for a moment the only sense she could focus on was touch. This was not any touch, this was a man taking her.
He tugged at her hair like they were reigns, keeping her head up but her chest pressed against the bed. it hurt, the hair tugging was painful. It should of kept her from cumming but something bloomed inside of her. Being taken like this, treated, claimed and control behind her reach. It was arousing.
Her nipples had been dragging along the fabric and we're hard and sensitive. Her pussy dropped with jealousy, she could only keep one hand behind her spreading her cheeks, the other spilled to the bed and gripped at the sheets.
He was so deep it almost seemed to hurt but there was pleasure, his hand made her sting as he landed a smack. It was blending and blurring together as if the pain he caused with hands was meant to be there.
She lost herself to the feeling as she orgasmed. He let her ride out, not stopping until at last she felt like she could breath, barely, slowly drifting down from the edge. She wanted more and then he was gone. It was sudden and she whined feeling empty.
She felt her face burned as she listen to him tell her she had to suck his cock.. but it had just been. She felt flustered, torn between submitting or trying to find the ability to rebel again.
She didn't move for a moment, she caught her breath. Weak kneed she sat up. She tugged down the blindfold and peeked over her shoulder at him. ""How much more gets taken off my debt if I do that, sir,"" all it took was a hard orgasm to bring the brat back out."
671,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T23:01:00,TheWanderers,"Always barganing, he thought, as she caste a glance over his shoulder at him.
""That all depends on if your mouth can do more than just talk and balk."" He slapped her ass hard again, reaching up to tug her blindfold back down.
""Did I tell you to remove your blindfold, slut?"" He hisses, slapping the cheek of her face once more with her head turned towards him. ""You were starting to fool me, to think that you had half a brain. It seems you just have a puddle of mush between your ears instead. Don't you remember anything I say? I hate...HATE...repeating myself, but not as much as I hate when sluts like you don't listen to commands.""
He squeezed the back of her neck once more, digging his fingers into the more sensitive parts of her throat, near her windpipe. ""Now, your last chance before I give you to the guards outside....SUCK. MY. COCK.""
He released her neck then and waited."
672,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T23:44:00,QueenMer,"Her poor ass was going to be sore in more ways then one after this. She flinched at the sting of the spank. But the slap was worse. It stole the air from her lungs. He grabbed at her neck again and she broke into a small whimper as his nails dug into sensitive spots.
She was realized the more she rebelled against him the harsher his smacks were. She trembled before him, her cheek pulsing red. She reached out using her hands to find his stomach.
Her fingertips trailed down his sides acknowledging the layer of muscle beneath. Why did she keep pushing the buttons of a man who she owed money too and who was clearly stronger. She didn't quite understand at herself.
She found his hips and from there his base. She shifted wiggling about until she found his tip with her mouth. Her tongue was hit with a combination of flavors. She faltered for a moment, her embarrassment showing for a moment before she pressed her mouth down more.
The tip of her tongue swirled along the edges of his crown. His tip was thick, she couldn't understand how it had fit in her. She pushed down a little taking just a bit more each time before going to the top and swirling her tongue about. One hand gripped his shaft stroking what her mouth had yet to touch, the other cupped his balls. She was bent over as she did this, hips high in the air.
Finally she reached into his throat, after a few more strokes she allowed him to pop in. She could usually proudly say she could suck a cock but not one this big. She most she had ever swallowed was 7 inches. Right now she was managing about half of him with some ease."
673,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-04T23:51:00,TheWanderers,"He watched her move, her young body agile and nimble as she shifted around to face him while blinded by the blindfold.
Her hands moved over his body for the first time, exploring his toned physique. Then her mouth was down on his cock, his tip breaching the last orifice it had yet to conquer of hers.
She swirled her tongue against him, then took more and more of him into her mouth. Smartly, her hand found his heavy ball sack - smooth like the rest of him, barren of any hair.
He moaned softly in encouragement as she started to take him in deeper and deeper. A girl who didn't refuse to suck a cock that had so recently been ramming her ass was a girl he'd love to keep around. He could have so much fun with her.
""Mhm, thats it...suck that cock like a good little slut."" He slid a hand through her hair, resting it on her head as she bobbed back and forth."
674,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T00:10:00,QueenMer,"Why did it have to feel nice when he said she was good even if it was followed by little slut. Later she would have time to reflect and consider how depraved she was behaving but for now she was quite please to do something right. Besides if her mouth was occupied she would not have to say a word to admit she enjoyed it.
She even liked the way he stroked her head and encouraged her. Most boys would be head rolled back, thrusting their hips and ready to pop with in a few moments.
She felt almost proud.
She put in the work, picking up her speed, twisting her head as she moved up and down showing an effort she had not before. She was trying to take more, another inch. She was close to 3/4 of him but she was starting to have trouble. Her lungs were burning from a lack of air, drool was dripping down his shaft. She felt her throat closing around his cock, she began to gag. Still she didn't have it all.
She had to pop off, she panted for air as her mouth dipped down, her lips following the length of his shaft until she blindly reached the base. She kissed and licked here until her lungs no longer burn. She drew back to his tip and with vigor wrapped her mouth around him and pressed down again. A few more pop and she had a whole 8 inches. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as she tried so hard to keep herself there. All of him had to be impossible."
675,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T00:19:00,TheWanderers,"She was given some good head, surprisingly so. She wasn't just going through the motions, but was actually trying to swallow him whole. He moaned with pleasure on occasion, especially once she took him into her throat. She had thoroughly cleaned his cock in the process, hitting every inch that had been balls deep in her ass.
He kept his hand resting on her as she struggled, giving her no help. She even delved down to the base of his cock as she tried to catch her breath. Then she was choking herself again, starting to earn those points back.
""Very good, little slut."" He murmurs, breathing down at her. ""Do you think you've redeemed yourself? I think so. Its time for the next orgasm, but you're going to have to work for it. First, you're going to have to tell me your age....otherwise, well, otherwise I will keep you so close to the edge you'd fuck a dinosaur to get off."" He paused, waiting for her to answer.
""Mhm, I'd never have guessed. It only makes me harder for you."" He murmurs back once she reveals it. He laid down next to her then, guiding her hand to his shaft so she knew where it - and he - was. ""I think you know what to do from here. I think you've earned it."""
676,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T00:39:00,QueenMer,"It seemed she was doing a good job because soon he had told she could earn her next orgasm. She would of galnce curious at him if she could. How would she get to cum next? Would she finally be allowed to look at him. She frowned as he warned her she had to tell so she would admit it at last with a deep sigh and a low grumble. ""19...""
The blonde felt a small spark of joy when she heard him admit it made him hard. How had this twisted around on her, she had gone from not wanting to now begging, needing more.
She felt him shift and she would kneel, hands in her lap as she waited. He caught her hand and she found his cock still hard beneath her palm. She stroked it for a few minute, why did she still toy with the idea of rebelling. It always ended in pain.
She used her hands to guide herself ontop of him. At last she was straddling. One of her small hands pressed to his chest, the other pressed under trying to line herself up. She was having trouble, he would see how her cheeks puffed up and hear the whine of dismay in her throat. She had decided not to act up but she still couldn't get what she wanted.
Her dripping slit was too slippery and her hole tight with want not allowing his head to just slip into place.
""Um... please help... sir,"" she murmured the last bit with a lack of sass this time."
677,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T00:45:00,TheWanderers,"He admired her body once more as she straddled him, her slender figure on full display. She was less than half his age even! At 45, he was a whole 26 years her senior! But such a hot, tight body. They were a perfect fit for each other tonight.
He smiled as she whimpered, rubbing his cock against that oh so wet pussy. There was no need to share the lube there. The little slut was leaking with arousal. He moved his hands to her hips and then pushed down, at the same time pushing up with his hips. He timed it perfectly, right as the head of his thick cock pressed over her tight little cunt.
It was enough to spear the tip of him back into her. The position was certainly a new one for them - nothing conventional about the way they had been fucking. No missionary position. Not even doggy, unless you counted the ass fuck.
He moaned softly at reentering her, sliding his hands to her perk breasts. He squeezed and massaged them, tugging on her nipples. ""Come on, Slut. Show me how much you've been enjoying yourself!"""
678,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:01:00,QueenMer,"In the end Paul helped her, he pressed her down and popped up spearing her. Both of her hands were now pressed to his chests, her nails scrapped him but it wasn't on purpose but a pure reaction to the sensation of him entering her again.
He wasn't all the way in. Her hips would twitch before she began to move, pressing down to take more. She wanted more but her tight hole made her take her time as it eased into recalling the beast pressing inside.
He caught her breasts, teasing her. Her nipples were pink and hard, her body glistening with sweat. She couldn't force the last inch in but what she did do was lean back. Her hands now found his knees behind her, she used these for leverage as she began to roll her hips fucking him. She let out a groan, her head falling back making her blonde hair waterfall back.
He would be able to see his shaft glistening with her juices everytime she came up, he could feel how she clamped as she went down building herself up. She held back no noiises, his place filled with her greedy pleasure."
679,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:05:00,TheWanderers,"Paul openly moaned his pleasure as the teen sank down onto his hard, needy shaft. He was ready to burst, to get that release that had been held back so far. He had been so close, fucking her ass. He could have finished inside of her there. But no, he wanted to gift it to her right here, in her pussy.
He spread and bent his legs more, backs of thighs against her heels. And then she leaned back. He loved it, when a girl was on top, and did that. Presenting her muscled torso, working her hips against him, her pussy the closest thing to his touch.
He ran his hands up and down over her stomach, cock bending with her direction. ""Ah yeah, fuck me you little slut...you fucking hot piece of ass..."" He moans, hands finding their way to her hips, eyes watching her contort her body around his big cock.
He slid a hand over to her pelvis, using his thumb to start rubbing her clit, fingers splayed out wide pressing into her lower stomach."
680,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:14:00,QueenMer,"It was getting hard to breath, hard to focus. It was all becoming a blur again, she could feel him touching her, hear his words of praise but all of this feel behind the feeling of his thick cock throbbing so deep inside of her. They both were ready to explode, he walls wanted to milk every last drip out of him.
She was thinking anymore, she was just doing. Her body quivering as he pressed against her clit. Once more her nails dug in, she need the grip. She was becoming tighter, it was harder to make herself move soon it would be overwhelming.
""Please don't stop, fuck, please, hplease fuck."" Her back arched, her body convulsed as she spilled over the edge of another orgasm. He could feel her juices pressing against cock wanting to squirt out. Her hole had grown so tight it seemed unclear if it was trying to hold him there or spit him. ""Please Sir! Fuck me!"" She didn't have the will or control to keep rocking not when she losing herself to her cum."
681,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:19:00,TheWanderers,"Her body was hot as she rocked against him. She had lost complete control under his touch now, the added pleasure of his thumb on her clit sending over the edge. And it was just what he needed to cum as well.
The vice like grip of her pussy as she came made him cum. He pressed up into her, still rubbing her clit, as he finally hit his orgasm. He moaned loudly, his cock swelling and pulsating inside of her, feeling like it got even just a little bigger.
Spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her cunt, lasting several seconds. He had no thought or desire to pull out, or care if she was on birth control. No, he only stopped thinking as he came hard inside of her.
Afterwards, he pulled his hand from her, breathing deeply, a sheen of sweat coating his own body."
682,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:26:00,QueenMer,"His seed shot deep, it splattered her insides and marked her as his for now. She couldn't keep herself up. Her whole body shook with the effort to do so. She had to lean forward, panting she couldn't see where her hands were and one caught his shoulder, the other pressed to the bed bringing her mouth close.
She wouldn't know how close she came to kissing him before she couldn't keep herself up at all. She rolled off of him,, onto her back as she wanted for air. Her eyes closed and still blindfolded she feltheavy as if she could just fall asleep there. For once she didn't break the silence."
683,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:30:00,TheWanderers,"He looked up at her as she came in close, mere inches from his face. He could fuck her all night long. It seemed like she was going to kiss him and he almost reached up to kiss her, but instead she rolled off of him and collapsed beside him.
He rolled onto his side, facing her, snaking a leg over hers, letting her feel his limp, cum covered cock pressing into her hip. He caressed the skin of her stomach lightly, tenderly even, before tracing circles around her nipples.
""You can use the shower here and consider your debt paid."" He murmurs, leaning over to softly suck on one of her nipples. ""Or you can shower and stay...spend the night and I'll have a proposition for you in the morning."""
684,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T01:45:00,QueenMer,"He spoke at last making Suzy have to think. He would see how rosy her cheeks got as she seemed to realize what had just transpired. Had she truly just enjoyed what had happened? What had just happen? She had gone from rebellious to wet and begging. She had just cum for this man.
She whined and squirmed beneath his mouth. She hadn't expected it.
It took a moment for her to find the strength to sit up. She did need to get cleaned up. She tugged the blindfold off.
Now feeling a bit embarrassed she tossed it at him before rising. She nearly spilled back down, her legs felt like jello. She could feel him starting to drop down her thigh. He could still see the red mark from the last spank he had landed.
""I'll think about it."" She tried to keep her cool about her as she made her way to the bathroom door.
She slipped inside and closed the door behind her. He would hear it lock, she melted to the tile floor after that. A weak mess.
Her hands pressed to her cheeks now understand why she felt so flustered. She had had plenty of sex but... She had never been fucked like that. The most bewildering part was that she thought she might of like it.
She took her time in the bathroom. She even peeked in the mirror and noted the marks on her neck from him nails. She found them sensitive to her touch. She recalled her back hitting the elevator door the first time.
She shook the thought away trying so hard not to get aroused again. How had snakes his way into her thoughts. She was suppose to be upset at having been caught but... He had made her cum and his cock in her ass.
The shower was kept cold.
She finally emerged wrapped in a towel and not quite making eye contact. Her nose wrinkled. ""If I stay the night do I get my own bed,"" she asked her words soft."
685,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T02:29:00,TheWanderers,"The place was big enough that after a few moments, Paul made his way to a different shower. Washing up thoroughly.
He could only imagine what was going through her head. Girls with more experience than her were often left in a puddle of their combined cum, hardly able to walk.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel himself, as he waited for her to return. Water still dampened his hair and dripped down his body.
He chuckled at her question.
""Oh, no, you haven't earned that yet."" He stands up, offering her his hand. ""But you do get to share mine. Ready for some...sleep?"""
686,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T02:34:00,QueenMer,"She hadn't earned it? She looked at him confused and feeling a little uncertain. She didn't have the strength to fight him at this moment not when her mind was still a whirlwind.
""Most men are more then happy to take off after unloading,"" she pointed out feeling some what surprised he did want her in his bed.
She still took his hand, her towel wrapped close and body still glistening with moisture. ""I'm a bit wet still,"" she pointed out not realizing the double meaning."
687,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T02:41:00,TheWanderers,"""Leave my own suite? Who do you think I am, girl?"" He clucked his tongue.
He took her hand and stood up, taking from the room they were in.
He lead her back across the living area and into a room which had a shut door. It was the master suite.
He dropped his towel and her hand before climbing into it, padding the spot next to him.
""Now, lose that towel and come to bed. We're going to have a big day tomorrow."""
688,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T02:55:00,QueenMer,"Her lips parted ready to say something along the line that she assumed he was a demanding jerk. This was most likely not the best thing to say especially after she had clearly enjoyed herself. It could get turned around on her quite quickly.
He caught her hand and she faltered surprised for a moment and not sure if she wanted to walk more. He didn't stop and so she followed. She was surprised when they entered another room. Could she not just stayed in the other room? She pouted a bit but considering he had made her cum she was willing as she dropped the towel and stepped towards the bed.
SHe ran her hand across the bedding before getting in and looking at him. He would see her blush again as she peeked away and slipped into the bed. ""Suzy... It's Suzy."" She turned her back to him as if she was upset to sleep in here, she was but also it was comfortable, she was tired, a tiny sliver of her wanted to listen which bothered her. She wasn't use to that."
689,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T03:02:00,TheWanderers,"""How many strikes is that now?"" He says with a chuckle, pulling the covers up over the both of them before spooning against her. ""Goodnight...Suzy."" He kissed her shoulder and settled in to sleep.
They slept long, given the exertions of the night. But eventually, he woke up. He felt her still sleeping form next to him. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his morning arousal as he started to softly kiss and suck on the side of her neck.
He slid a hand over her waist, placing it on her breast. He slowly started to wake her up, hand groping her breast softly. He toyed with her nipple, knowing that he'd gradually start to awake and arouse her body."
690,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T03:28:00,QueenMer,"He had not asked her if Erica was her real name. She didn't think it should count as a strike. As she began to drift off she wondered what she was doing, laying here and enjoying being held by a man who had treated her so degradingly.
It didn't take long to pass out. She fell asleep hard and proved that while sleeping she was great at cuddling.
As she woke she felt like she was in a daze. Her hotel bed wasn't this soft.. she could smell a man, feel him pressing against her. It slowly came back with each kiss and nibble. Finally awake she began to squirm and wiggle in his grasp which would only cause her to press against him more.
""M-morning! L"" she squealed as he groped her. Her hands rose to try and shield herself. ""I'm awake! I'll get up now,"" she seemed more ready to flee now that she was energized."
691,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T03:36:00,TheWanderers,"He chuckled, holding her in place, enjoying the way her ass felt rubbing against his hard cock.
""Oh no, Suzy."" He murmurs. ""You aren't going anywhere. Your first lesson about waking up in bed with another person...is that you make sure there every need is tended to before you get out of bed.""
He slid his hand from her breast to her arm, sliding down to her wrist. He pulled her arm over her side and behind her, guiding her hand to his hard cock.
""If you wake first and you feel that pressing against you...you damn well better have it in your mouth before the man wakes up."" He let go of her hand. He threw the covers off them, so they were laying naked and exposed on the bed.
""And you never turn a man down if he wants to fuck in the morning."" He leans in, nipping her ear. ""And I always want to fuck in the morning."""
692,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T03:43:00,QueenMer,"Paul made Suzy feel small as he kept her close. She could feel how firm his body was, the feel of awakening cock pressing. Her head tilted, trying to catch a peek of his face as he informed her this was her first lesson. She looked puzzled and then distracted as he lead her hand back. Her hand wrapped around his cock feeling it pulse.
Her mouth felt dry as she recalled how this cock had made her feel. It wasn't fair, she wanted to rebel but the pleasure he could offer...it was a mental warfare.
""First lesson,"" she question back. She hadn't let go of his shaft, stroking it, enjoying how it throbbed. ""I never said I was willing to learn any lessons,"" the mouthy teen replied. ""What if I deny a man who wants to fuck,"" she had to ask"
693,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T03:53:00,TheWanderers,"A small victory, as she continued to stroke his cock. She didn't pull away. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
""Then he'll probably beat the shit out of you."" He responds, hand moving back to the teens perk breast. He squeezed it firmly, once more.
""Suzy, here is my offer....you work for me for a week, to earn off your debt. It might surprise you to know we've had our eyes on you for the past week as you've ran your scam. Understand? Good. You're going to be one of my girls...that pretty face that disarms, that gets men to place higher bets, buy more alcohol, and get drunk. The kind of girl that gets paid to look pretty and fuck."" He pinched her nipple then.
""You know what the alternative is. The sooner you can come to grips with that, the better."""
694,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T04:02:00,QueenMer,"She was startled by the honest reply. The way he had handled her last night was the closest she had ever come to being beat. The color would drain from her face as he made her an offer. She didn't think they had taken notice of her right away. She had always managed to move on with out being caught.
He made her offer one she couldn't imagine. She had done so good not to use her body to make a living. She wasn't willing, she wasn't open to the idea. She didn't realize what he could show her, what fun she could have.
She was still young, naive, thinking she had a real choice in her life. She released his cock with a sound of dismay as he hung a forbidding threat above her. The brat still felt she could act up. She seemed to want to be docile when she was cumming.
She squirmed again, swatting at the hand that pinched her nipple. ""Or what, you'll turn me into the police,"" she huffed. ""If I don't listen to you. Pete."" Sir was out the window."
695,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T21:51:00,TheWanderers,"The brat was back.
He pushed her over onto her stomach, using one arm between her shoulders to keep her there.
His other hand came smacking down on that perk, white ass. Hard.
""Don't you ever learn, slut?"" He hisses, spanking her again.
Then he ran his hand between her leg, thumb pressed against that rear passage, fingers wiggling among the folds of her slit.
""No. First I'd let every one of my guards use you. Maybe even get a little rough - teens these days, always resisting authority and all - then I'd hand you over to the police. The Commissioner is a long time friend. He would understand."
696,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T22:05:00,QueenMer,"What was Suzy expecting, she should of known she would of earned another spank. It stung, she squealed into the bed. It had hurt, enough to make tears spring to her eyes. She could feel his handprint throbbing into her flesh. It made her twitch and try to squirm wanting to avoid another. The second made her settle as she sniffled in dismay.
With the way she was acting it would be expected there would be no moisture at his fingertips but he felt dampness as he hit her slit. She wiggled and huffed recalling the threat he could hold true.
""I-"" she what. She could've apologized for acting up but her ego was back. Part of her wondered if she kept acting up if his fingers would slip inside. Would he force pleasure on her as a punishment. She tried not to consider she liked that. ""Um... I..."" She didn't have the right answer."
697,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-05T22:26:00,TheWanderers,"""Maybe you'd like that."" He continues. ""Being fucked one after the other. Maybe even more than one guy at a time."" He worked his hand along her slit, feeling her moistness, her growing arousal. He slid his finger into her then, moving it around and around.
""I can arrange that. Have you get gangbanged. See if you can handle that many cocks all at once."" He rolled on top of her then, legs splayed to either side of her legs, rubbing his hard cock between her ass cheeks.
He trailed his hands up her arms, taking her by the wrists, stretching her arms upwards, pinning them to the bed at full stretch. He humped her, rubbing cock and balls against her.
""Maybe thats what you want, all the attention on you, all the time."""
698,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-07T01:23:00,QueenMer,"It wasn't fair he was saying such degrading things why his fingers made her feel warm. She was embarrassed by how easily they slipped in, pressing against her insides and making her feel good. The nude blonde mew in dismay.
He shifted and she felt his weight against her, but this was not at all. It was his thick cock and smooth sac rubbing against her. He reminded how much smaller and weaker she was then him as he streatched her out and kept her trapped.
She kicked her feet a litte, the only part that could move, as if she was having a small tantrum. How did he get her to enjoy the feel of him so quickly, she couldn't understand. It bothered her to be so sexually attracted to some one hand that was also blackmailing her and punishing her.
""Stooooop,"" she whined. She tensed trying so hard to strain and wiggle beneath him, she didn't get far she was just waisting her own energy. ""I- Could we work something out!"" She suddenly exclaimed, flustered and worried that he would indeed call in his guards to have thier way. What could she do... this situation was a bit beyong her control.
""I could..."" she had to think quick, her cheeks were flaring red. ""I'll be yours! I'll do you want just... don't make a public..."" her voice was getting softer, she buried her head a bit into the bed. ""Slut, I'll serve you to its paid off..."""
699,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-18T19:23:00,TheWanderers,"""Thats what I want to hear."" He whispers into her ear, grinding himself against her.
He hooked his legs over hers, the tops of his feet pressing against the backs of her calves. His thighs almost against her hips. He spread her legs apart then shifted his own hips, bringing his cock down between her legs.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy slit a few times then pushed in. He moaned with pleasure, feeling her tight confines squeezing around him.
""You going to be a good slut?"" He moans into her ear. ""Give me everything I want?""
The soft ding of the elevator could be heard then. And a few moments later, a soft voice calling out - 'Housekeeping'.
Paul grinned. ""Don't move. Remember, you promised to be my slut. Now, we'll see how much of a slut you are for me."" Then, louder: ""In here.""
He didn't stop thrusting, his movements slow and methodical. A soft gasp could be heard behind them as the Maid entered the room. But she didn't shy away or leave. Her outfit was skimpy at best. A form hugging black dress, with white frills adorning it. On most other mornings, Paul would have a wake up round with the Maid - a girl not unused to seeing what she saw now, or even joining in for that matter.
""The Room needs clean sheets...and we'll need fresh ones here too once we're done."""
700,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-19T17:45:00,QueenMer,"The man accepted her offer it seemed, there was almost relief, almost. There was still the pressing matter of him, him pressed against her and keeping her trapped beneath him. She felt tiny, dominated, out of her element and there was something almost exciting about this.
He pressed himself in, her groan echoed his. Suzy felt his words rolling from her lips wanting to hear her admit it again. She wasn't proud, ""yes sir,"" she squeaked, ""a good slut."" She caught the sound of a voice and her face burned hotter.
He told her not to move. She hid her face into the bedding, it was t as if she could move. She could hear the gasp as the man claimed her body with slow rolls of the hips. It felt good, he was trying to make her moan again, she could feel it with the way he pressed against the inner nerves.
She felt completely flustered, she couldn't even look at the woman who had entered as he gave his direction. The moan was right there in her throat, it was hard to keep back.
She knew she had to prove herself, prove she would be good. It was another hit to her ego as she let the knows slip through her lips. He would want to hear it, it felt embarrassing to announce her enjoyment in front of others.
Her hands, still stretched out and trapped before her gripped at the sheets as if she could claw herself free. She was trapped, she had agreed to this, submitted herself to this to avoid worse. The least she could do was fully enjoyed his thick cock and skilled attention."
701,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-08-28T08:16:00,TheWanderers,"""Thats a good slut."" He murmurs, whispering into her ear even as the maid left the room. He started to thrust harder and faster into her now, her body in complete submission to his in the position, his big hard cock penetrating deep into her.
A vaccuum would start up as the maid went to work. ""Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my cock. Show me how much you like being treated like a slut."" He moans.
His thrusts came harder, faster. ""OR do you want her to watch? Watch how much of a slut you are as you ride my cock? Would you like that?""
He slid a hand into her hair, tugging her head to the side, making her look out the open door - and at the maid who kept glancing in on them even as she went to work."
702,Royal Flush,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/royal-flush.22288/,2021-09-13T18:15:00,QueenMer,"That was it, she was his slut now, enslaved to the throbbing cock inside of her. If being good meant she took his and only his then she would have to become most well behaved little slut. How could she not enjoy it, she had tried not to, tried to pretend that she couldn't get over how deep his cock pressed into her. No man had ever reached so deep.
He demanded everything of her, not just the physical use of her but he tied mental chains around her and pulled them tight. How was it, that as he told her to cum she found herself doing just that. She felt walls quiver in response to his commands, there was no choking down any noises as they they tried to overtake the sound of the vacuum.
he yanked at her hair, not letting her melt fully into her orgasm as he reminded her they were being lost. It flustered her and she wanted to pull her head away and bury it I tithe bedding. She tried just that but a whine soon erupted from her lips as she found this impossible with his grip.
Her pussy pulsed around his cock, she hated him, she couldn't stop it. She wanted to hide away into the bedding, so shy as he displayed her. She couldn't hide and she was left choking on the moans of her orgasm.
She hated him. She loved his cock."
703,Seeking Dominant Male Character for Samurai Fantasy,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/seeking-dominant-male-character-for-samurai-fantasy.20965/,2021-04-20T21:26:00,Rosa Romani,"The White Cat Wanders
A ronin sinks into a warm bath at the end of a long day. It was his only reprieve day after day of guard duty, heat to unlock his over-worn muscles. His brown eyes flitted lazily towards the ceiling of the dinky room and traced the familiar water stains that littered the ceiling. It had become a sort of ritual for the masterless samurai. He allowed his mind to empty as smoke rose lazily from his pipe. The moonlight kept bitter memories at bay as he unwound.
Then, a bubble.
His head lifted to glance at the empty bathtub.
Then another.
He frowned. Was the drain open?
And another.
The ronin skittered to the edges of the tub as the water before him deformed and bubbled and glowed. There was something, or someone, under the surface. The bath had become a cauldron. The ronin feared a demon had come to take him to the far shore.
""Shit--!"" Panic rose in the man's throat as he grasped desperately for a sword that wasn't there. Water dripped and surged in his messy attempts to ready himself for the being manifesting between his legs.
The water tension stretched, stretched far further than it naturally should have. It formed a sort of bubble around something white as tapioca, before it popped to reveal a mop of snow-white hair. A head of collapsed curls.
As the water rained down the figure's shoulders, he recognized the being, or person, for who she was.
""You…""
The slave from earlier.
The ronin relaxed but only slightly. His chest heaved as he clung to porcelain walls, still plastered to the tub's rim as the albino woman loomed over him.
He had seen her earlier that day, outside the brothel. Her 'owner', a brutal, conniving man, had been quite raucous in the local brothel; harassing the women and blatantly disregarding the property. Tasked with guarding said brothel, the madam demanded the ronin apprehend the noble on top of collecting yen for the damages. The man's status had been the only thing that had stayed the samurai's blade and tongue.
The statesman's estate collected him had agreed to meet to discuss paying for the wild conduct of its patriarch. Of course, the madam had commissioned the ronin to see it out. The whole situation reeked of hush money to the ronin but overall seemed pretty run-of-the-mill: the noblemen pay to maintain the honor of honor-less men. Now, he supposed there was more to it than he ever could have imagined. The fox hole led deeper.
""Please don't be alarmed,"" she began. Her voice was ethereal. The resonance bounced off the bathroom walls.
A bone-rattling shiver rippled across his skin. 'Bit late for that, dontcha think?' He thought. His eyes lingered on the hair that obscured the eyes of his intruder, then crept down along her figure. Admiring her form, struck with awe and looking for weapons should this witch decide to slay him.
""I am here to bid you warning. My captor intends to kill you at the first stroke of noon tomorrow. An ambush.""
Now he was confused. ""What."" Really confused. ""Why would you..?""
Her lips rolled inward. The sensation that flashed across her veiled face could only be described as pain. It was brief, but he got the gist of it. So he broke the silence he'd created, ""Ambush, understood. I… thank you for warning me."" He wasn't in the habit of showing sympathy for witches, oni or whatever she was. ""Forgive me for asking this but who...Whatareyou?""
The woman flinched at the question, gave a nervous glance around, then spoke her final piece without addressing it. ""I cannot speak much now. Find me at the jade palace garden. Eastern gate at midnight when the moon is full. I will explain all there."" Then she dissolved back into the pool. The place where she stood glowed, bubbled, then faded. She was gone.
The ronin sank slowly back into the water with a sigh. The room was still once more aside from the steadying thump of his heart. Still, his mind reeled with the rush of information. What was she? Was she manipulating him to get free? Or was this a ploy to give that greedy statesman the ronin's head? They certainly didn't look like tsukimono-suji but he had never been a spiritual man. He didn't know the signs.
Gods, she was beautiful.
""Oh for fuck's sake,"" The samurai grunted, admonishing himself as he noticed the extent of her beauty's effect. Had it really been that long since his wakizashi had seen any action? Looks like he would be in the bath a little while longer to sate the beast. Before he did, however, he looked around. A naughty thought crossed his time-twisted mind. He couldn't help but wonder, could she perhaps be watching?
•••
He couldn't believe he was doing this.
Despite his better judgement, or perhaps because of it, he found himself in the very place he'd deliberated coming to.
Jade palace garden. East gate. Midnight.
He looked to the full moon and then at the ornate corrugated iron that adorned the tall walls separating the estate from the street.
There wasn't a soul in sight… yet.
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This is a quick drabble I wrote in an attempt to come back from the dead haha.
The role of the unnamed ronin is open.
I have some pictures below as ideas for how he could look but feel free to change it as you see fit. (I am a sucker for some stubble hehe)
There isn't a specific fandom back-drop for this Rp either. It's just general fantasy and vaguely set in Japan so feel free to bring any relevant mythos into it as you see fit. This is very open ended. Surprise me! ^^
[My Requirements]
Please be Descriptive. I prefer about 3-4 paragraphs per response. I may also lose interest and I apologize ahead of time. Writer's block is a pain. I will let you know if this happens. I'm not picky about response times. I usually write 1-2 per day but I understand we all have irl obligations.
Grammar is appreciated but I understand we're not perfect.
You can find my full list of kinks and preferences on my profile! I'm open to discussion in PM!
Thank you so much for reading~! I hope you enjoyed it. Comment below if interested!
//A few tags/ideas for continuing the story: NSFW!, LEMON, there may be an oasis/bath scene?, definitely some witchcraft, I'm thinking the statesman had beef with the ronin's late master and thus wants to kill him, BIG hurt/comfort potential, they both have some dark pasts probably (ronin's history is up to you)"
704,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2019-12-15T20:04:00,Deleted member 5074,"Sold- Open Roleplay
Anastasia came from a poorer family. Both parents worked 12 hour shifts while her siblings and her did small jobs to keep the family afloat. Bills came and at the end of the year, they couldn't do it. An oprotunity arose when a man approached her father at work, telling him about a business he worked for. He desceibed how sending his duaghter to ""work"" there for a long period of time would reward the family in $10,000. Her father got the hint. He refused the offer and walked away, not beleiving he could ever do that.
The man approached him a week later. There wasn't any food in the house, no one slept well, and the kids were ill. Reluctantly, her father agreed to it. He decided to sell his duaghter off for the well being of the rest of the family. Anastasia was not told of this. Her father simply said she had a new job with the man out of town. She didn't ask any questions and went along with the man. In the car ride was when she started to ask what she would be doing. The man bluntly explained to her the situation. After much yelling, crying, and escape attempts, Anastasia had boarded a plane and flown out to where she would be publicly auctioned off.
The brunette now stood dressed in a white dress, fancied up to attract the people standing in the crowd infront of the stage. A single light shown above her, givibg everyone a good veiw of herself. The dress showed off her curves while a pearl necklace attracted attention to her chest.
""Alright! Let's start off with three thousand for this lady!"" The auctioneer yelled into a ringing microphone.
Rules: -Must be Dom -I'll play Anastasia -3+ lines -Have decent grammar -No vore, intense Gore, dismemberment, scat, major hypnosis, or foot fetishes -No Text talk"
705,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2019-12-15T20:05:00,Deleted member 5074,"Picture of gilr
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706,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2019-12-20T02:55:00,Pierce My Heart,"Caden, also known as Cake, leaned against a wall near the back of the crowd, his hands tucked into his pockets and a rose cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He was absolutely stunning, his muscled frame complimented by his black skinny jeans, tight white t-shirt, and tight fitting black leather jacket. He sighed. ""Four thousand for her!"" He said, his powerful, cold voice cutting through the room like the black handled switchblade in his pocket cuts through paper."
707,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2019-12-24T20:18:00,Deleted member 5074,"
Caden, also known as Cake, leaned against a wall near the back of the crowd, his hands tucked into his pockets and a rose cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He was absolutely stunning, his muscled frame complimented by his black skinny jeans, tight white t-shirt, and tight fitting black leather jacket. He sighed. ""Four thousand for her!"" He said, his powerful, cold voice cutting through the room like the black handled switchblade in his pocket cuts through paper.
Hi, thanks for taking interest in this roleplay. I prefer to roleplay in pm so please pm me with this response"
708,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2020-03-20T00:38:00,Deleted member 5074,Bump
709,Sold,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/sold.13401/,2020-05-09T05:22:00,Deleted member 5074,Bump
710,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-01-31T18:14:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya was wandering the room as she always did on most nights. She worked simply as one of the 'girls', available for special company or just to serve and deliver drinks. It was a busy night, and all manner of aliens had come to drink, gamble or just find companionship.The Alley, the bar was called, was located in the only city of the monsoon moon of Cynda, in the Gorse system in the outer rim. The world was wet and miserable, and it served as a way point and distribution center between the gas mines of the gas giant known as Gorse and the vast blaster gas networks that fed the galaxy.
The Cynda Corporation was in charge here; they owned and operated the gas mines, and in the overall scheme of things they were small taters. With the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire, Cynda, like many other small-time corporations was quick to declare it's loyalty to the Empire, and so they were mostly left to their own devices for the first few years... Because of harsher Imperial controls of blaster gases closer to the inner rim, Cynda became a haven for smugglers and organized crime.
As a result, the moon of Cynda was a hotbed of illegal activity, with the corporation turning a blind eye, so long as its profits were fed by these criminal activities. But now the Empire had arrived. They feared small blaster gas suppliers might redirect some of their products to small rebellious groups spreading across the galaxy and so all such mining activity now falls under Imperial control and regulations. Cynda had thus cooperated, in an effort to remain on good terms with the new sector governor. There was hope that some smuggling could continue, but most felt this was doubtful and many groups were preparing to pack up and leave the system for good.
Of course Kya wasn't just another bar wench. She played that role very well, but she'd come here with a purpose. Her father had worked as a separatist agent on the planet Thyferra and at the end of the war he was capture and executed by the Empire for treason, without so much as a trial. He had been her only family. A friend had taken her away, knowing the Empire had a habit of eliminating not only the opposition but their family as well. She lived on Florrum for a few years, working as a hacker and con-artist for the most part, but then things got hot and she was forced to flee, and that had led her here, to Cynda.
But someone who knew her from Florrum had maintained contact with her, despite not identifying him or herself. She fed him information on local smugglers, criminals and on the corporation, and now on the Empire in exchange for credits or favours. But things were once again getting too hot, and she had made plans to leave Cynda for greener and safer pastures. She would have left weeks ago, but her contact told her to stay a bit longer. Someone would get in touch with her... They needed her help, but the contact never said with what, only that this was of the greatest importance.
So, she had stayed, even under the now very watchful eye of the Empire. Someone would make contact with her, and order a Flaming Kyber, a drink famous near the Core, but mostly unheard of in these parts... So, as she wandered the room, smiling and looking sweet, she kept her eyes open... Would the individual be human? Male or female? She had no idea... Kya was dressed in the typical waitress attire for the bar, which consisted of a rather short skirt that came to mid-thigh, stockings that ran up to a bit over the knees, high heeled ankle boots, a burgundy corset over mesh and leather top. Her hair hung around her head in various braids. It was a rather revealing outfit, but it was the uniform for all the girls who worked there. She wore cream coloured head band across her forehead which kept most of her hair out od her face and it was this headband that was unique to her, and would identify her as the contact...
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711,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-07T23:16:00,SithRebel,"The night was cold and wet but humid. Typical of the Corellian shipyards. Nervous and pacing, Fel stood by the shipyard terminal, waiting on a call. Her brown eyes scouted the area and spotted a fellow CorSec officer on their patrol walking away from her position, but the officer stopped. They turned toward Fel.
""Captain Charey? Is there something wrong with the terminal? Do you need assistance?""
""No,"" said Fel. ""It's fine. The terminal glitched when I walked by, but it seems all right now.""
The CorSec officer nodded. ""Very good,"" he said with a chuckle. ""Most officers I know would have just called maintenance. Nice to see you can get your hands dirty, ma'am.""
""Glad to do it. I was a trainee once, Lt. ….""
""Lt. Ghasten, ma'am.""
Fel saluted the Lieutenant. ""Thank you for your due diligence, Ghasten. You may go back to your patrol.""
The Lieutenant saluted his superior and turned away. Fel remained by the terminal as her call finally came in.
""Fel? Are you ready?""
Captain Charey watched as Ghasten rounded a stack of crates and walked out of sight.
""I'm here,"" she whispered. ""Are you sure this gizmo will work?""
""It's passed every test we've made,"" the voice over her earpiece replied.
""Tests? You haven't used it on anything in the field?"" Fel began to panic.
""No, but it will work.""
""If it doesn't, I'm dead. They'll do to me what they did to Lyra.""
""We won't let that happen.""
Fel sighed and entered a code into the terminal. Next, she placed a modified scramble key onto the terminal and let the device do its magic.
""Captain Charey? What's going on here?"" a voice called out. Fel spun around to find Ghasten standing only a few feet away. ""Is the terminal still – Is that a scramble key?"" The CorSec aimed his CDEF carbine at the captain. ""Hands over your head. I need to call this in.""
Fel raised her hands. Her carbine was still in its holster; she had no choice but to comply. Then again, she was dead anyway. As the CorSec LT started the call, she whipped out her blaster. Ghasten gasped at the sheer audacity. Both fired simultaneously. Fel got it in the arm. Ghasten fell to the ground. Dead. The scramble key blinked green.
Captain Charey grabbed the key and dragged the body behind a stack of crates. Then, she began walking to the provided speeder as if nothing had happened. Once on the ship, she would transfer the information to a holodisk and get off Corellia. The planet was a dismal rock full of pollution, poverty, and crime, but it was home. It was her home until the Empire came. Finally, Charey neared the M-68 landspeeder. Almost home free, she thought.
""Stop!"" A voice yelled. Blaster fire started raining down on her. Imperial Troopers issued her a warning to stop. Fel jumped into the M-68. A bolt of plasma struck her in the leg. She screamed and practically fell into the speeder. As the troopers neared, Charey punched the ignition with one hand and slammed the pedal with the other. The troopers chased her, the blaster fire nicking the M-68 as it sped away.
""I'm coming toward you! Be ready!""
""Do you have the intel?"" the voice asked.
""Yes!"" Fel repositioned herself but remained low as more troopers perused on speederbikes. ""I've got it! Get the ship ready!""
""Transmit!"" another voice called to Fel. ""Transmit the intel, and we'll be ready.""
Fell didn't recognize the new voice, nor did she trust it. ""No! You'll get the intel when I'm on board."" Spray cascaded from under the M-68 speeder as it raced across the rain-washed roads toward the airfield. Troopers were gaining speed. Then, finally, the field was in sight. Blaster fire covered her speeder. Smoke started to pour out. ""No, no, no …."" She was so close.
""Transmit!"" yelled the foreign voice into her earpiece.
Fel looked at the scrambler. Her speeder began to sputter. Two troopers flanked her, their blasters aimed at the woman. Her thumb was on the button to transmit.
""Look up!"" the familiar voice rang out again. Fel looked up. The ship was directly above her. ""Hold on,"" the voice yelled, and cannonfire blasted the troopers off their bikes. ""We're lowering the ramp!"" Fel saw the ramp from the YT-1000 lower. A klaxon alarm in the distance began to scream. Fel took in a breath and jumped on the hoof of her speeder. The arm of her brother, Jamro, reached for her. She jumped. Jamro pulled her in. ""Get the ramp up!"" he yelled.
Jamro and a blue Twi'lek dragged Fel into the ship as it climbed into the atmosphere. ""Get her wounds treated!"" the 33-year-old ordered and ran to the cockpit.""
Fel looked at the woman. ""You're not the one who –""
""No, I'm Mia. She's the one who tried to get you killed,"" said the Twi'lek, nodding to a robbed woman preparing a bandage.
""What the hell?"" Fel growled at the hooded figure.
""You're safe, and you have the intel. That's all that matters,"" she said matter-of-factly.
Fel began to rush the woman when she pulled back her robe to reveal a lightsaber. ""I wouldn't. You're safe, and we have the intel."" Fel brushed the bandages away and ran to the cockpit.
""Where are mom and dad?""
""A buddy of mine got them off-world yesterday. They'll make contact when they can."" He turned to his sister as Mia took control. ""They weren't happy about leaving or crossing the Empire.""
""Neither am I!"" Fel started to hand the scrambler over to her brother when the Jedi intervened.
""Transfer this onto a holodisk and take it to a bar on Cynda calledThe Alley. Order a Flaming Kyber. Another agent will assist you.""
Fel forced the device into the Jedi's hands. ""You do it!""
The Jedi reached out and pulled Fel back, placing the scrambler back into her hand. ""We need to be elsewhere, and like it or not, you are part of the rebellion now. That is the way of things. Except it or die.""
Fel glanced back at her brother, fire in her eyes.
""Mom and dad will be okay, out of the Empire's hands, and this is the price.""
""We're about to go to hyperspace!"" cried Mia. ""Hold on!""
Fel sat down and watched as the stars began to stretch. She was furious at her brother and wanted to stab the Jedi. The life she knew was over, but deep down, her life ended the day the Empire murdered Lyra. ""Okay,"" she said quietly. ""What else do I need to know?""
Cynda was seedier than Corellia, but there was a familiarity to it. Enough that Fel felt at home. The area surroundingThe Alleysmelled of pollutants and alcohol. She went with her hood up and her head down. Aliens of all kinds filled the place. Fel took a seat at a vacant booth, sat her bag on the floor, and waited. Eventually, a lovely young waitress came over.
""A Flaming Kyber, please,"" she said. Fel was nervous. Was this even her contact or just more entertainment for the customers?
"
712,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-08T14:45:00,Angel of Mercy,"It had been a rather long shift so far, and Kya was starting to think the contact wasn't coming at all. She'd been standing by the bar talking to a Togruta waitress who was dressed just as she was. She was trying to act as casual as ever, but the fear of being discovered continued to creep into her mind. The Empire was here, and they had interrogation methods that could easily point them in her dire4ction, no matter how careful she was.
She should have been off this drenched rock by now... Taking a drink of water from a cup she'd set under the waitress station she grabbed a tray and she moved to deliver a few glasses of what passed for ale... After delivering the drinks she spotted a woman seated by herself at a booth. She noticed her Togruta friend headed in that direction so she moved to cut her off, then she whispered in the woman's ear and she turned away, leaving Kya with a smile on her face as she moved to Fel's table...
""Hey, drink?"" She asked simply... Even before the woman replied she could practically feel the nervousness emanating from the woman, then came the pass-code and she smiled as she subtly looked over her shoulder, to make certain no one was close around them... ""My name is Kya... You need to relax"" she spoke in a low voice as she set an ale before her. ""I'll need a minute to make the arrangements... I'll be right back"" she said, all the while the sweet smile meant to garner higher tips remained on her face...
""All good?"" She asked before she prepared to turn around..."
713,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-08T18:17:00,SithRebel,"The waitress told Fel to calm down. Was she really that nervous? Without removing her hood, Fel smiled at the girl.
""Yes, ma'am. All good.""
She would have to work on her language skills. As a CorSec officer, she learned always to be overly polite. Her accent slipped that time too. Around so many Imps, Fel picked up a few of the tonalities. She had to shed that somehow.
The former CorSec officer nodded as the girl went off to make arrangements. Fel wanted to get this over with. While she waited, the dark-skinned woman lowered her hood. The jacket was her brother's and was a couple of sizes too big. Only her fingertips poked out of the sleeve. Fel started to tap on the table impatiently but stopped, so she took a deep breath, held it in, and let it out slowly. Hopefully, the waitress wouldn't be much longer.
Seventy-two hours ago, Charey patrolled the streets of Coronet City as a captain in the Corellian Security Force. With her skill and a little luck, she would have made the rank of major in under a year. Now, she was on the run from the Imperials, her brother was mixed up in some scheme cooked up by a Jedi, and her parents hated her. The one saving grace seemed to be that Fel's image wasn't plastered over every screen in the sector. Still, every time she balked at her predicament, Fel remembered what the Imps did to Lyra. That kept her going.
Fel let her boot touch the bag for reassurance. No one walked by, but she needed to know. Of course, it was still there, she thought and let her eyes scan the bar again. The Togruta waitress served a pair of Ithorians in the corner. A Riordan sat alone nearby. An older human and a Twi'lek waitress strolled into the back, likely for companionship. At least there were no Imperials. Fel took in another breath and let it out. She began to relax."
714,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-08T19:18:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya cringed at being called ma'am... And that accent was decidedly Core World in nature, nothing like the great majority of the locals. If she was from the Core, no doubt this was going to complicate matters. In the backroom Kya made certain she was alone, and she tapped a few keys on a datapad, setting up a ride out off this moist hell. Once she got the ping that acknowledged the message had been received, she slipped her datapad into a shoulder bag along with a few other personal items then she moved to hide it behind a box by the back door...
It was several minutes later when she emerged form the kitchen, grabbing a few Ales and delivering them to tables along the way to where Fel was located... She placed her hand son the table, which left her partially bent over and her rear seemed to sway back and forth a bit. She tilted her head as she looked at Fel... ""In exactly two minutes, get up and leave the same way you came in... I'll meet you at the entrance to the alley ten meters to the right of the entrance"" she said as she pushed herself up again and she started to move back towards the bar, grabbing a couple empty ale mugs along the way...
Once at the bar, she set the mugs on the wash belt before she once again slipped into the back room. She grabbed her shoulder bag, and she slung it before she used her key card to unlock the back door. Actually, it was the bartender's key card, as she didn't have access to this door, but he wouldn't realize she'd lifted it for some time... Once outside she tossed it through the doorway before the door had closed and she quickly walked in the drizzling rain towards the entrance to the alley, hoping the girl would meet her there..."
715,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-08T20:52:00,SithRebel,"Fel went from being nervous to bored as she waited for her contact. Her left arm was slung over the back of the banquette in the booth as the woman watched patrons enter and exit the establishment. Then, finally, the waitress returned with two ales. Fel took a sip from the mug. It was swill, but she kept a straight face as the girl spoke. Any hope of a quick drop-off died when Kya told her to meet in the alley. Fel sighed heavily but didn't say anything as the waitress left.
""Frag.""
After another sip of ale, Fel sat at the booth, watching as Kya left the bar. She didn't like the setup. Was this a trap, a test? She half expected to enter an Imperial ambush as soon as she walked out the door. Finally, after two minutes had passed, Charey finished the ale and plopped Imperial credits on the table. She picked up her bag, slung it across her shoulder, and marched for the door. Looking back, the Togruta waitress picked up the creds with a smile, thinking she had swindled a fellow waitress. Fel walked out into the rain, unlatching her holster.
Along with another pair of clothes, Jamro gave his sister an old DL-44 heavy blaster. With its scope, the gun was heavy enough for Fel to favor one side. As a result, she sometimes walked with a slight limp. Aesthetically, the weapon was in rough shape. The scope had a lens crack, and the gun was covered in chips and dents.
Fel followed Kya's instructions, making her way to the alley. As she did, the Corellian slowed her pace, her hand on her pistol. Rounding the corner, she saw the woman at the entrance to the alley. She approached cautiously, eyeing her surroundings. Fel swung off her bag and tossed it at Kya's feet.
""There's a holodisk marked Naboo vacation #7,"" she began in a whisper. ""That's what you want. Take it, and confirm it's what you want.""
The disc contained blueprints for a new Star Destroyer. They would likely have to move to another locale to confirm the contents. Fel was still wary as she stood by, waiting for Kya to make the next move."
716,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-09T15:41:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya was starting to feel as nervous as the other woman had seemed to be. She was used to the pressure, even as it applied to Imperial entanglements, but now, as she was about to leave this rock for good everything seemed a little bit more real to her. She only hoped this woman wouldn't screw this up for her...
She heard the woman's approach even before seeing her and she slipped her hand into the messenger bag, until she laid eyes on her. Like the other woman, she took a few steps in her direction until the bag was tossed at her feet and she looked at it with a rather confused look... She looked up at the other woman with a look that saidWTF... She listened as Fel spoke but she very quickly shook her head, then she waved a hand to try and get the woman to shut up about what was in the bag...
She quickly grabbed the bag and she tossed it back at Fel's feet... ""I'm most definitely not that kind of girl"" she said as she took a few steps closer, looking around to make sure they were still alone... ""I don't want to know what's in the bag... I don't even want to know your name, or who you are or where you came from"" she added. She didn't sound angry, though perhaps her tone held a hint of annoyance.
""My task... Is to get you off world and make contact with a... A certain individual"" she explained... ""Now, our ride is waiting at the starport... Bay 2113"" she explained... ""So pick it up, and let's get moving"" she said somewhat impatiently..."
717,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-09T18:39:00,SithRebel,"Something was off, and Fel didn't like it. The waitress seemed confused and annoyed as Charey set the bag by her feet. She didn't know all the ins and outs about spying, so maybe she screwed up by saying anything about the bag's contents. That was on her. Still, it wasn't as if she had blurted out how the bag contained stolen star destroyer plans. Whatever. Fel could understand the annoyance. What she didn't get was why she had to accompany Kyra at all.
""Whoa. No one said anything about you and me going anywhere together. My task was to drop this bag into your possession and nothing more."" Fel picked up the bag again, tossed it back to the waitress, and started to leave. But, before the woman could exit the alley, she spotted two troopers heading their way. Fel grabbed Kyra and stared straight into her eyes. ""Play along,"" she said, then pinned the girl to the wall and kissed her desperately, sliding the bag toward them with her boot.
""Hey! Take it somewhere else!"" snapped one of the imps.
Fel pulled back and giggled. ""Sorry,"" she began in a think Imperial accent. ""We eloped."" She grabbed the bag and Kyra's arm. ""Come along, Lyra. We have a bed waiting for us on the ship."" Hand in hand, the two ran toward the starport. Once they were out of earshot, Fel stopped. ""I guess I am going with you after all, and I suppose you have a few questions now."""
718,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-09T19:28:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya suspected for a brief moment that things had been cleared up, until the bag was tossed at her feet again, and the look of annoyance returned. Then she started walking away... ""No... Wait, you don't get it"" she grabbed the bag and she started to walk towards the woman... ""This is yours... Not mine"" she said, and she was about to elaborate using some rather colourful outer rim language when the girl turned grabbed her...
Fel was about a second, maybe two from being in pain when the troopers came in sight and Kya looked into the woman's eyes and she simply nodded. Then she gasped and grunted when she was pressed to the wall... One leg instinctively moved up Fel's and she wrapped it about her hip as they kissed... Or rather at first, Fel kissed Kya, though the latter had to admit, she might have given in, a little as she moved a hand through the other woman's hair.
Kya remained a bit speechless as she was let down and Fel used her core accent to good effect, then she felt her hand being taken and she was tugged away, her high heels clicking on the stone walkway as she gave the troopers a shy smile...
""You're insane"" she muttered once they were out of ear shot... ""This rock is locking down more and more every day... We need to get off it and then you can pass whatever it is you have to whomever you're suppose to give it to... I don't need to know anything else"" she said, without realizing they were still very much holding hands...
""When we get near the bay, let me do the talking... I'm charming..."" She suggested in a rather grumpy tone."
719,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-10T00:35:00,SithRebel,"""For once tonight, we agree."" Fel looked behind her once. The troopers were out of sight, lost in the haze of the drizzle. Despite her fear, she resisted another look behind her and kept moving forward. She didn't like the situation, but there was no other choice. Imps had seen her, and Fell had no clue if her face would suddenly splash over every wanted poster in the galaxy or if she had gotten away with the heist.
Aware she was holding Kya's hand, Fel thought to drop it, but it was a good cover. ""When we get to the starport, you're the boss, but until then, we are a couple."" Fell turned to Kya, assuring the women understood her.
The port was not far, but approaching were two more troopers on a routine patrol. Fel lowered her head but kept her eyes in front. Her grip tightened on Kya's hand. The drizzle turned into rain as both parties moved toward each other. Fel's heart pounded. She could hear their boots; they were so close. She only needed to stay calm. She could hear their voices. One spoke of his blaster misfiring on the field. The other shook his head, agreeing to the shoddy quality of their equipment.
""Evening, Ladies,"" said the trooper on the left as they both passed one another. Fel nodded and smiled, squeezing Kia's hand again. The troopers moved on. The starport was in sight. Fel waited for one of the imps to turn around, to notice something was off, or just to be an ass. Her whole body stiffened. Fel and Kya walked farther and farther from the stormtroopers.
""Hey!""
Fel stopped. She turned toward the voice—a drunken Devaronian stubbled out of the alley. ""Spare a credit?"" he asked. The human sighed in relief, dug into her pocket, and tossed him some imp coin. Thecouple continued on their way.
With no immediate threats in their path, Fel thought back to the kiss. She hadn't been with anyone in a long, long time. The kiss may not have been real, but it was good. Kya may have been a pain in the ass, but she was easy on the eyes."
720,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-10T15:21:00,Angel of Mercy,"It seemed to Kya that every time they moved close to some Imperial individual the woman besides her stiffened and she could practically feel the nervousness coming off her. What the hell did I get myself into, she wondered to herself. This was the last time she told herself that she would work in any way with the resistance. It was getting way to hot...
Their fingers remained intertwined, and her free hand was still located inside the messenger bag, wrapped about the grip of her pistol. She looked at the woman when she spoke again, telling her to keep the charade up and she nodded... ""You do realize, you're not my type"" she suggested rather curtly... Of course, it was a lie; Fel was exactly Kya's type, but that kind of comment at this moment would be counter-productive...
Again, they found themselves in the presence of Imperial troopers. They'd been around for some time now, on the wet-rock that was Cynda. She'd never paid much attention tot hem, but the way her companion was stiffening every time she saw once made it clear she'd gotten into some big trouble. ""You're going to get me killed, aren't you?"" she whispered, before she started to smile at the men rather sweetly. Then she felt her hand being squeezed, perhaps a bit too hard and she let out a grunt as she elbowed the other woman subtly. ""Hey, I have delicate fingers..."" she whispered again.
She stiffened as Fel did at the sound of a voice calling to them... She looked back then watched as Fel tossed him a credit... ""You shouldn't do that... You're just encouraging them"" she muttered as they continued to move hand in hand towards the star port...
They easily entered the quarter and made their way along a few dimly lit alleys. Kya clearly knew her way, including a few shortcuts along the way until docking bay 2113 came into sight and she seemed to pick up the pace just as the rain started to come down even harder... She crossed the threshold, taking the lead as she moved briskly towards the ramp, still holding onto the other woman's hand... ""Kalven!"" She called out, but as she neared the bottom of the courier ship's ramp she paused...
""Something is wrong..."" she said as she stopped and finally let go of the other woman's hand... The man stepped into the opening at the top of the ramp and he shrugged... ""They got here just after you called"" he admitted, just as a few Imperial Stormtroopers stepped out from behind a few crates around the bay, along with a junior officer. ""Something about stolen Imperial property"" he added...
Kya looked at Fel briefly, and by the look it was clear she'd rather die than be taken to some prison colony...
""Step away from the ship, and put your hands up"" the officer called, with a smug look on his face... In a flash Kya pulled her pistol out and she'd fire, hitting the officer square in the chest and sending him crashing back into one of the troopers. ""You asshole!!!"" She yelled to the man at the top of the ramp, who quickly held his hands up seeing her pointing the weapon at him as she dashed up the ramp with a rather pissed look in her eyes.
"
721,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-10T21:47:00,SithRebel,"Fel remained quiet as Kya prattled on, chiding her about giving to the poor, her fingers, or how she wasn’t the woman’s type. Only a few more yards to the starport, the two would soon be off planet. Once she rendezvoused with her brother, Fel would give him a piece of her mind for getting her stuck in this mess. Or that arrogant Jedi.
The two women weaved through the quarter until they finally found Mya’s ship. The girl looked ecstatic as she called out her friend’s name, but something was off. Fel froze in place when she saw the stormtroopers. The former captain heard and saw everything taking place, but it felt like watching a holo, or she was out of her own body. Shots fired. Did Mya shoot first? Fel stood on the tarmac, mere feet from the ramp. Blaster fire erupted all around her. Mya was already on the ramp, charging the troopers. A bolt struck Fel in the shoulder. Another whizzed by her head.
Wake up! Wake up!
Fel jumped behind a nearby crate for cover as the rain fell harder. She inhaled once. They wouldn’t capture her. She wouldn’t end up like Lyra. The Corellian ran from cover, mirroring Mya’s movements from seconds before. She fired once, twice, three times. Three troopers went down. The woman moved up the ramp. Mya had taken care of the rest. In the distance, the Imperial klaxon blew, alerting other troopers.
“Get this heap out of here! More are coming!” Fell yelled as she moved the bodies off the ramp. The roar of the rain masked the steady footsteps of troopers heading their way. Fel fired, forcing the early arrivals to seek cover. Finally, she ran into the ship, smashing the lift button and raising the ramp back into place. Entering the ship’s main hold, Fel noticed how small it was. It looked larger from the outside.
Pain bit into her shoulder as Fel climbed into the upper gunner seat. She and Mya would have words later over her actions or lack thereof at the port, but first, they had to escape Cynda. As Fel checked over the instruments, some familiarity came back to her. No stranger to a laser cannon, most of her experience was with air-to-surface battles. Hopefully, the Empire would not pursue them into space, and she just made a fool of herself, but Fel wasn’t taking any chances.
Once in the air, a pair of TIEs were already in the air, veering toward their position and firing. Charey returned fire and missed. “Fraggit!” Adjusting the guns, she had to adapt. Fel was used to slow-moving targets and giving orders. The TIEs broke formation, attempting to flank Kya’s ship. Fel locked on to the craft and fired the cannon, striking the starboard wing. The Imperial vessel flipped end over end until it spun out into space, exploding a few seconds later. “I think I’m getting the hang of this!”
The remaining craft pulled back, firing on the courier. Reinforcements were on the way. Mya’s ship shuddered. Fel took a breath, locked in on the TIE, this time dead center. Again, she fired. The TIE blew into a thousand pieces.
"
722,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-13T13:51:00,Angel of Mercy,"It was clear that Kya was no stranger to a fight. She swung her messenger back and she tossed it as she dashed up the ramp, and it flew somewhere into the ship. Kalvin quickly decided to go for his pistol, but he was took late, as Kya's free hand shot out with surprising speed and struck him in the throat... When he stumbled back she grabbed him by the scruff and she spun him and she pressed her front to his back and she turned to the ramp's opening, just as two blaster bolts intended for him struck him...
Using his dead body as a shield she started to fire at the troopers below, offering a moment's cover to Fel, though at this point of the attractive woman survived was second on her list of priorities, her own survival taking on the number 1 spot. A few troopers had fallen about them and she could see Fel moving up, and yelling for her to get them airborne... She gave the smuggler's body a shove and he went tumbling down past fell who was now coming up quickly.
Kya knew the ship well, and though she wasn't a great pilot by any stretch she had accompanied the smuggler on a few runs, so the ship was familiar to her. Her high heeled boots carried her into the pilot's seat and she was quick to get the landing locks disengaged and she ship instantly jerked about... ""Shit... Wrong button..."" She said scrambling to hit the correct sequence of keys that would allow her to bypass the pre-flight checks... She noticed the ramp was closed and secured so she hit the thrusters key and they were off, bumping the top of the bay's outer ring and again sending the ship jerking about rather awkwardly...
Once they were in the air and moving the ship seemed to level off and fly in a much steadier manner as Kya continued to increase the speed, heading straight for orbit using a steep angled plane. After a few more moments that felt like an eternity the ship rocked and a few lights started to blink... ""Shit... Fuck!"" She muttered as she activated the shields and sett hem to full before she set the engines to maximum power...
Reached back over the navigation console and she started to cycle through some hyperspace coordinates... The nav-com had several presets so she picked a random one and let it do its work as she shifted back into her seat, and she started to fly as evasive as she could... She could hear and even feel the cannons firing and she just caught sight of a spinning tie fighter before it exploded into oblivion... Just as she noticed another Tie disappear from the screen another bolt hit the shift on the port-aft side, sending the ship shuddering about and more alarm bells started to ring in the cockpit...
""What, what?"" She was looking at the controls until she noticed the shield lights were blinking a bright red... ""Well... That can't be good"" she muttered as panic was about to set it... Then she heard the beep that told her the coordinates were set... ""HANG ON!"" she yelled back as she activated the hyperdrives... The starscape immediately stared to spin until they were moving at light speed... Bells and whistles continued to beep and blare in the cockpit and it took a bit of time for Kya to figure out how to shut them off... ""That went better than I thought it would..."" She called out, not certain where Fel was at that moment..."
723,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-14T17:59:00,SithRebel,"More TIEs would come. Fel knew it. The Empire was persistent when it came to traitors. She took the gunner's seat, her fingers wound tightly around the handle, waiting. The ship escaped the system but had yet to jump to lightspeed.Was Kia hurt?she wondered. Fel started to lift herself out of the gunner's station when she spotted six TIE fighters approaching. She breathed deeply and retook control of the cannon. As the TIEs came in fast, he started to line the first fighter. The gunner seat station started to shake.
The Imperial fighters were gone instantly as the hyperdrive kicked in, and Fel breathed easier. Then, crawling down from the gunner's station, she heard Mia call out. She exclaimed how the escape had gone better than she expected. Fel couldn't disagree.
""I have to agree with you, Mia. Second time tonight,"" Fel chuckled. The Corellian took a seat in the main hold to examine her jacket. The left arm was covered in dark soot from blaster fire and blood splattering. She winced and hissed as she removed the brown coat. Underneath, her cream-colored top also took a hit. The left arm of the blouse was charred tatters.
Fel tossed her coat in the corner. ""I loved that jacket,"" she said, then removed her top in front of Mia and threw it into the corner. From her waist up, the woman wore only a black bra that lightened her dark skin. The bolt from the Troopers blaster burned a tiny chunk of flesh off Fel's shoulder, but it hurt like hell as she could feel the full effect now that she was off the high of the adrenaline rush.
""Do you have a medkit?"" she asked, still wincing. ""Get me something. I'll deal with it.""
A long pale scar ran over Charey's right side and made it clear that the girl was familiar with gunplay. In addition, several minor burns and scars adorned the woman's torso, a sign of a dangerous occupation. She retook the seat in the main hold, waiting on Mia and the med kit.
""It was my own damn fault,"" Fel grumbled. ""I froze when the shooting started."" The woman looked away, embarrassed for the first time."
724,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-15T16:02:00,Angel of Mercy,"""It's Kya, not Mia!"" she called back as she heard the other woman moving about. She had to move form the first seat to the other to have a better look at the navigation computer. She leaned back and she started to look things over, her hand moving to scratch at her chin. Soon she moved to her feet and she made her way to the main hold, quirking an eyebrow as she watched the other woman strip down...
She stopped close and she looked at the wound making a rather cringing face... ""That's gotta hurt"" she muttered at the mention of the med-kit and she frowned and she started to look around the area... ""Med kit..."" She repeated as she started to move about the cabin, until she spotted a box hanging on the wall... ""Here we go..."" She said coming back and she moved to where the other woman was sitting. She opened the box and she looked at the contents... ""Looks more like half a med kit..."" She said before she shook her head...
""Just sit and relax, I'll get it..."" She said as she found an intact bacta-patch and some disinfectant spray. ""Kalven had a droid... We're gonna need to find it"" she said as she sprayed the spray over the wound, which would no doubt cause some extra pain... She then started to apply the bacta patch to the burned flesh...As she worked, her eyes took in the woman's body... She was big and strong, a fighter, no doubt by the looks of the scars on her body... Kya had to resist the urge to run her hands all over those scars...
""By the looks of the scars on your body... I'd like to recommend dodging as a new tactic... I'm not sure freezing is working out for you"" she suggested with a grin. ""You look like you've seen quite a bit of action"" she said as she stepped back and she slid the box away."
725,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-16T01:13:00,SithRebel,"""Kya,"" nodded Fel. ""Sorry,"" she said as she watched Kya rummage for a medkit. ""My brother has a girl named Mia."" Fel glanced back and the waitress. ""You both dress alike."" Fel went silent when Kya brought back the medkit. She was used to pain but not used to someone hovering over her. However, as the woman tended to the small gash in her shoulder, Fel couldn't help but hiss. ""Fraggin –"" She bit her tongue after that.
""I know how to dodge, thank you, and I don't usually freeze,"" Fel snapped. She let out a long sigh, then added, ""Thank you,"" in a softer tone. ""And yes, I've seen a few battles in my time. I'm just not used to –"" The woman slowly stood to her feet, testing her footing. The shoulder started to quiet down after Kya's work, and she was unsure if she should finish her thought that she wasn't used to shootingatstormtroopers.
""It looked like Kalven wasn't a friend?"" Fel said as she looked for the droid. ""The way you used him for a meat shield."" As she looked around the ship for the droid, Fel suddenly realized she had seen the vessel before. ""Wow. This is a Y2K Corellian light freighter. You don't see many of them anymore, mostly because they're cramped as hell but cheap. I saw a few of these around the starport when I was a kid.""
Now that she was familiar with the ship, Fel knew where to locate the droid. She moved slowly toward the port side hyperdrive. ""There you are, you little bugger."" A 0-LT unit shuddered in the dark corner next to its charging station. Fel reached out to it, but the droid shocked her. ""Ow!"" she yelled. ""Fragging little …"" She stepped back, ready to kick the thing, but thought better of it. ""We did kill your master."" Fel walked away for the time being, intent on finding food. Perhaps Kya would have better luck.
""What's to eat on this wreak?"" she asked rhetorically, already rummaging through the one shelf designated for sustenance.
"
726,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-16T16:03:00,Angel of Mercy,"She smiled and she nodded when Fel used her correct name. She chuckled when she was told her brother's friend and her dressed alike... ""Sounds like she has an impeccable fashion sense"" she admitted as she finished up with the wound and she started to put away the medkit. She looked up when the woman was talking then she stopped mid-sentence... She was curious to know what she had left unsaid.
She moved to hang the kit back on the wall when Fel mentioned Kalven... ""No, he was not..."" She suggested. ""He was an asshole"" she said pausing to look at the woman. ""He was a crook, a smuggler, and not even good one..."" she said. ""He was somewhat reliable, most of the time... We had a set of codes, so he could have warned me about the Imps... But they likely made him an offer"" she suggested as she set her hands on her hips. ""He got what he deserved"" she added...
She was surprised when Fel was able to identify the ship. She had no idea what it was. ""Cramped is right... I think the reason you don't see them anymore might be because they're garbage"" she suggested. ""You clearly know ships"" she admitted with a hint of admiration. She watched as she then moved directly to where the droid was and got zapped for her efforts, causing Kya to chuckle in amusement.
When she asked what they had to eat she shrugged... ""No idea..."" she said as she moved to the little droid and she bent over him... ""Listen here and listen good, you little piece of junk... Kalven is dead, blasted, and unless you want to end up like him I suggest you behave... I need you to talk to the hyperdrive, find out where we're going... If you don't, I'm, going to erase your memory"" she said pointing directly at its little eye...
There was a low whine before the droid started to move towards the cockpit. ""Droids... You just got to know how to talk to them..."" She suggested as she moved to what looked like a solid panel... She tapped a few times as if she were looking for something... ""Find any food?"" She asked looking back as her hands continued to search for the hidden compartment..."
727,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-16T21:32:00,SithRebel,"Munching on a ration bar she found, Fel watched as the LT unit sadly moved to the cockpit. She handed Kya a bar. ""Just these,"" she said. Something blue and yellow that might be gelatin keeps jiggling, but I'm not that brave."" Fel walked around the craft, refreshing her memory on the location of certain indispensables. ""I'm from Corellia, and we're all practically born building ships. About a thousand years ago, the planet used to be the ship-building capital of the galaxy, but now, it's a junk hole."" As she snaked around the starboard side, Fel came to a plain door. ""Here it is,"" she said and slid open the lavatory. ""Wonderful, now shower."" The woman sighed and closed the door.
Still sporting only her bra from the waist up, Fel moved toward Kya and leaned against the wall, still munching her ration bar. ""Look, you were fast on the draw when we got ambushed, and the only reason I'm not on my way to an Imperial interrogation."" The woman popped the last bite of the bar into her mouth. ""And we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, and that's on me. You were obeying orders, and I took it out on you instead of my dumbass brother."" Fel looked down, toying with the cornrows in her hair. ""So, sorry.""
It wasn't much of an apology, but it was all Kya would get considering Fel's mood. ""The name is Fel, by the way. I heard you when you said you didn't want to know, but I figured my name might interest you with how you've been looking at me."" The woman wore a smirk that turned into a broad laugh as she retook the chair. ""I could take the rest of it off, or if you would, could you please locate another shirt for me? People will ask questions if I run around with a fresh blaster hole in my jacket.""
Fel couldn't help but laugh at Kya's expression, but she was serious on both accounts. Casual sex wasn't a problem. When feelings started to grow, however, that's when she split. ""You're pretty hot yourself if I'm being honest,"" said Fel. ""But, I don't see any beds, so … what about that shirt?"""
728,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-17T15:02:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya looked at Fel when she approached and she took the offered bar, slipping it into a pocket before she started to run her hands along the panel, still looking for something. She listened to the other woman even as she looked the section of walls over and she looked over when the other woman found the water closet. She chuckled as she went back to looking the wall over...
""Well, you're a long way from home"" she suggested as she looked at the other woman. She was quite lovely, strong and clearly physically fit. She tilted her head when she realized the woman was apologizing to her... She grinned as she shook her head dismissively... ""These are weird time, it's hard to trust anyone"" she admitted as her eyes continued to look the other woman over. She smiled and she nodded when the woman introduced herself, then she paused and frowned when this woman started to make insinuations... They were correct, sure, but it was kind of forward to bring them up like that...
She watched her move to sit again, and then she had the nerve to ask for a shirt... The woman moved a hand up to scratch at her head before she started to look at the wall panel again... She said nothing at first, just slowly moving along the wall, her high heels clicking on the steel decking. Then Fel called her hot and she looked back at the woman... ""Really? Am I supposed to give you the shirt on my back?"" She asked curiously...
She took a step back form the wall... ""Listen, we've established that you know ships, right?"" She asked, her hand son her hips, not realizing she was striking a rather sexy pose... ""Kelvan and I had been planning an escape for some time. I have a couple bags of gear that I told him to stash. He said this ship had a few secret compartments he used for smuggling, nothing big, just the small stuff..."" she explained as she moved close, and she stood near the woman's chair...
""He told me he'd hide my gear in there, so... Any idea where this secret compartment might be? If you find it, you can have as many shirts as you like"" she suggested with a sweet smile. Yes, she was feeling aroused, but she needed to secure her gear first, then she could play nice..."
729,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-17T22:09:00,SithRebel,"""Fair enough,"" said Fel. ""I'll find your gear and keep a couple of shirts, maybe a jacket."" The woman stood and immediately started looking at the floor. ""Only high-end ships come standard with secret compartments. Your friend – Kelvan likely modified this thing, but as you can see, there's not much room."" Fel circled the hold, her head down, until she discovered what she was looking for. Then, she bent down and inserted her finger into the grate of the floor. ""Sometimes you have to get in there and dig for it, but …."" There was a click, and Fel waved Kya over. ""Help me with this, please."" The two lifted a section of flooring to reveal a hidden compartment. ""Voilà,"" she said and helped Kya with the two bags.
The compartment was small, the bags taking up most of the space. However, Kelvan also had a few other items, including an E-11 blaster rifle, a camtono safe, and an innocuous-looking strong box. ""You go through the bags. I might take your favorite top or something. Toss what you don't want into a pile."" Fel also slid the box to Kya while she fiddled with the safe. ""Dammit, need a combination."" She looked up at Kya. ""I'll be right back,"" and jogged to the cockpit.
The 0-LT droid had successfully hooked into the hyperdrive and loaded the ship's destination. ""Where are we headed,"" Fel asked. The droid made a few beeping noises. ""Tattooine? Why would we go to that ball of dirt?"" The droid beeped and whirred. ""To hide in plain sight?"" More beeping sounds. ""What do you meanhide out with the rest of the scum?"" Fel sighed. ""Cut the commentary and give me the passcode to this safe."" The little droid made a long string of beeps and boops. ""That kind of language will get you tossed out the airlock; now give me the passcode."" Again, the little droid started to beep and whirr as it grew more agitated. Fel knelt beside it.
""I'm sorry your master is dead, but he was an asshole."" The 0-LT unit began to twitch and bounce. ""Furthermore, the Imperial troopers would have killed him, and you would have been scrapped."" The droid was silent for a moment.
""Beeooop?""
""I just know, okay. Now, what's the passcode?"" Finally, the unit capitulated, and Fel headed back into the hold. She knelt next to the safe and punched in the combination. All three sides of the mechanism slowly opened, allowing a stream of credits, Imperial and otherwise, to pour out. Fel squealed and grabbed a handful. ""It's not as much as it looks, but we won't starve."" The woman then turned to the pile of shirts and picked the first white one she could find, tossing it on. ""By the way, the LT unit has us bound for Tattooine. It's not my choice, but it makes sense."""
730,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-18T03:03:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya watched as the woman stood and she moved to inspect the floor panels, rather than the walls. As she moved, Kya's eyes watched that lovely rear as the bent low to inspect the seams, and she couldn't help but grin. She walked closer, her high heels taping with every step. She quirked an eyebrow when she heard the click and she quickly moved down to help, grabbing her end of the panel and lifting. Once it was revealed, the women removed the bags from the compartment, along with some other items.
""I'm impressed..."" She admitted as she moved her bags to a table and she checked through then. She removed a some items, personal equipment and a few other weapons and she set them in one bag along with the clothes she intended to change into, then she tossed the other bag aside... ""Help yourself to anything inside that bag..."" she indicated. Looking into it, Fel would see there was a good selection off clothing left.
She nodded when the other woman excused herself and headed to the cockpit. Kya pulled the strong box to the table and she found it was unlocked... Pulling the cover off she found several datapads. It seemed they were all encrypted, though she knew she could hack them, given time. She turned to watch the attractive woman as she returned and knelt by the safe... Kya moved to kneel very close to the other woman and she watched as she input the codes that unlocked the safe.
And just like that, credits started to pour out and she grinned. She looked at the various standards before she looked up at Fel when she mentioned their destination... ""No, no, I don't think so..."" she said as she jumped to her feet and she moved briskly towards the cockpit... ""Listen here, you little shit... We are not going to Tattooine, we're going to a different shit-hole... Florum, set course for Florum"" she yelled at him. ""No, no one here cares what you think... Florum..."" She repeated before returning to the hold.
""We're going to have to make contact with the person who told me you were coming... I don't like how things have gone so far... I want him to meet us on Florum... No Imperials there and it's neutral ground. And it would be a good place to ditch this ship... the empire will no doubt be looking for it"" she suggested."
731,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-19T19:13:00,SithRebel,"Kya made sense. She and Fel were on the Imperial hit list, and Tatooine crawled with stormtroopers. So, why make the drop there? Of course, the dust ball could have been the contact's home turf, but Fel would keep a thought about it.
The credits were a welcome sight, so Fel scooped them up and stuck them back into the safe. ""Here,"" she said, handing Kya a handful of credits. ""We'll need the rest for a new ship on top of a trade on this one."" She looked around the hold again. ""It's rare, but it's also a piece of junk. If we could find a collector, we'd get a good offer – no, not even then,"" she laughed.
""Once we hit Florum, you contact your guy or girl, and then we wait for them to meet us."" Fel glanced at the bag containing the holodisk. ""Assuming they still want the goods, and I think they will, once they pick it up, that's that."" The woman toyed with her credits, counting them and separating the Imperial creds from the others. ""What then?""
Fel's question was primarily rhetorical, but she did want to hear Kya's response. When talking to the droid only a few moments ago, the girl sounded more scared than angry. If the Imperials knew her name and face, she had every right to be frightened.
""Yourfriend, Kelvan. What was it he said? Something about stolen Imperial goods."" She looked at Kya. ""They came looking for you, not me."" Fel offered Kya to take a moment and sit down. ""Ditching the ship won't be enough. We'll need to change our looks and our ID."" Grabbing a clump of hair, Fel shook her head. ""I'll have to change this, which took me three weeks to get right."" she chuckled sadly. ""Maybe, I'll go blonde.""
A silence fell over the woman as she plucked at the cornrows in her hair. Neither party mentioned Fel's rather forward comments from earlier. Yet, at the same time, Kya was an attractive woman with a good head on her shoulders, and Charey could do a lot worse.
""Uhm… about what I said earlier, about you."" Fel continued to pick her hair. ""I meant it, but we're in a tight spot right now."" Then, finally, the woman looked up at Kya. ""We don't need any more complications.""
Fel was lying. A one-night complication sounded great to her, but such things led to emotions, and the Corellian didn't need any of those."
732,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-20T02:47:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya took the credits, but after a moment of holding them she added them back in the safe with the others... ""I'm good for now, plus we should keep these hidden until we need them..."" She suggested as she'd pushed herself to her feet. As far as a new ship was concerned, she'd only nodded. The way they were talking it was like they were partners... The other woman clearly knew more about ships than she did, so in that regard, she was more than willing to let her take the lead.
She simply nodded when Fel spoke of how they should proceed... she stood having returned from having given the droid instructions... when asked 'what then', at first she shrugged... ""No, no... they're looking for what you have in that bag... I'm just the middle person. I was supposed to leave Cynda last week, but my contact convinced me to stay on, because he felt something big was about to happen"" she explained as she started to pace the deck.
She looked at Fel when she spoke of new IDs and looks... The girl was right; it appeared though she was just the middle person in this transaction, the Empire had her file... ""Sithspawn...."" She cursed out loud when she realized how truly screwed she really was... She moved a hand up go scratch at the top of her head as she tried thinking things through...
Then Fel mentioned going blonde...""Oh sweetie... Don't go blonde... things can't be that bad"" she offered as she continued to pace. When Fel spoke again about the comment she'd made earlier, she looked a little confused... Then it all came back and she grinned as she moved close to where Fel sat and she moved to sit astride her lap... Both her hands moved to take the other woman's face and without another word, she leaned in close and kissed the other woman full on the lips."
733,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-22T22:23:00,SithRebel,"Kya's kiss was surprising, but Fel didn't hesitate to accept. Their lips met, followed by a warm embrace. Tongues met, exchanging desire. Fel's heart raced. Only hours ago, the two women argued over petty details. Now, Kya leaned over Fel while their kisses boiled. The Corellian's hand moved across Kya's ribs, pulling the woman into her lap. Fel smiled as their eyes met. This was a bad idea, but at the moment, it didn't matter.
Pulling closer, Fel let her fingers tangle through Kya's soft hair as their kisses grew louder. Their bodies pressed together; heat increased – moving, rocking, sliding between one another. Fel held Kya like she was a drug or a need that made her thighs burn. Grunts and whimpers echoed through the continued kisses until Fel snapped. Her arm swept everything off the table. The safe crashed into the floor, threatening to spill their gain. The credits inside erupted into a storm, but the safe remained intact. The distraction was a momentary worry. Soon, Fel took the other woman by her arms and pinned her onto the table.
A predator smile spread across the woman's face as she started to unsnap and unbutton Kya's top. Like fileting a fish, Fel spread the woman's jacket and top wide open. She giggled and let her fingers creep up Kya's soft stomach to her bra. Then, snap! Kya's bra was undone, and her breasts were displayed. So fair was fain, and quickly, Fel tore off her shirt and undid her bra, flinging both across the hold. She stood before Kya, her ample bosom in all its glory; her dark nipples hard and plump.
""You fragging bitch. Look what you started.""
Without thought, Fel pressed her face into Kya's abs, letting her tongue glide upwards. One hand let her fingers crawl along the other woman's side. The other hand undid the stud from her pants. Meanwhile, Fel's tongue traced the outlines on her lover's abdomen. Finally, her hot breath ascended toward the woman's breasts, where Fel displayed a carnivorous smile. Her teeth sank into Kya's flesh, nibbling and sucking on the soft skin until she reached the girl's pink nubs. Next, Fel suckled Kya's nipples, biting only delicately. She kissed and lapped at each nipple until they were plump and hard. Then, Fel stood back, allowing one finger to trail down Kya's stomach to the top of her mound. Next, Fel pulled her pants down and fell to her knees. She held the woman's waist, planting kisses across Kya's mouth. Slowly, she pulled the woman's panties down each time Fel kissed downward.
Suddenly, the ship came out of hyperspace. Fel growled as the 0-LT rolled into the hold, beeping and tweeting. ""Yes, I know we are here, LT."" Then, with a heavy sigh, Fel stood up and snatched her shirt and bra off the floor. ""I'll get the safe. You know this planet. Find a pace to set us down, please."" Fel gave Kya a hungry stare but said nothing."
734,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-24T16:29:00,Angel of Mercy,"As much trouble as this woman ad brought her, she knew she should remain on her good side for now. What the future would bring neither could possibly know, but she decided to use some of her charm and get in close. She knew by the way Fel looked at her and had spoken that she was attracted to her, and despite her comments to the opposite, Kya was also very much attracted to Fel.
But as she kissed the other woman, she hadn't quite expected the lustful reaction that had followed. It was a primal hunger, to be honest. She'd been with men who'd been like this, albeit much more awkwardly, but never with a woman, and Kya preferred the company of women... So, this caught her by surprise, but in a good way...
She felt those hands start to touch her, pulling her in close and she moaned encouragingly into the kiss... For a moment their eyes met and they shared the dame thought, that this was a horrible idea... And yet... They were kissing again. She loved the feel of the woman's hands in her hair, it was something she always enjoyed and she did the same, one hand through the woman's hair while the other moved down her back...
Kya rolled her hips forward as Fel pulled her in tighter and she let her tongue tease its way into the other woman's mouth. She moaned again then she gasped as Fel practically lifted her as she swept the table off and she quickly found herself on her back with her legs spread nice and wide, the skirt up and bunched about her waist, revealing her silky undergarment... The sound of credits raining and rolling onto the floor was ignored as her hands reached for the other woman... She had expected a kiss, but not this, yet she was powerless in the moment to stop it.
Her hands found themselves pinned to the table over her head, held down by one of Fel's hands. The corset style top and thin lacy garment beneath were no match for Fel's strong, capable hands and a moment later her chest was bared. Her breasts were smaller than Fel's, thought hey were perfectly round and her nipples were peaked with arousal. She grinned as she watched Fel discard her own top and bra, her eyes taking in the sight of her perfect breasts... With her legs still spread nice and wide she tried to roll her hips and tried to grind herself against the other woman... Hearing her speaking caused Kya to giggle in amusement.
Things were progressing quickly now, and Kya closed her eyes as she felt those lips on her body and she moaned, even as she felt a hand tugging at her underwear. When the lips left her breasts, she opened her eyes in time to see the girl knee between her spread legs and she bit her lower lip as her panties were tugged lower, revealing her perfectly shaved sex, already glistening with wetness...
And then, as if on cue that idiot droid started to whistle and beep just before she ship lurched about a bit, the telltale signs that they had emerged from hyperspace. She groaned loudly in frustration as the woman stepped away to gather her clothes... Kya sat up on the table and removed the panties completely tossing them into the droid before she slipped to her feet and she adjusted her skirt... She grabbed her shirt as her high heels carried her to the cockpit...
She slipped into the seat and she quickly set an approach course towards the surface. There were several outposts, criminal in nature so she headed towards the one she knew best... She remembered a good landing spot that would leave the ship concealed while only being a thirty or so minute walk... She put the ship on approach..."
735,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-25T05:20:00,SithRebel,"The little droid beeped and followed Kya into the cockpit, her panties on its head. Fel snatched them off and stuffed them in her pocket. She smirked at the woman when Kya climbed into the cockpit. ""I think this is the smallest cockpit I've ever been in,"" Fel said, climbing into the copilot seat. ""Speaking of which, we're not going to get much for this ship, maybe 10,000 credits if we are lucky. A used freighter will run 20,000 at the cheapest. That safe has close to a couple of thousand, but that still leaves us with more than 800 credits to scrape up. And we still need food and a place to stay.""
It was in Fel's nature to list her obstacles so that she may overcome them. So upon hearing her dire diatribe, she tried to counter with a bright side. ""But you know the place, so you must know people here. People who hire for work."" Florrum was not a planet Fel was familiar with. She knew of the basic description – a harsh desert world with vast canyons and sulfuric geysers. The place was a haven for the lawless, and they wouldn't like her Core accent.
The sun started to set as Kya approached a landing spot. Fel shut up and let the woman steer the ship, and as she promised, it was well hidden and a good walk to civilization. ""It's getting dark out there. Do you want to try it or pick up where we left off?"" The two also needed rest. The walk would be challenging, even at only 30 minutes. Fel took the woman's hand and returned to the table.
""If you so much as breathe LT, I will sell you for scrap.""
With a warning to the droid, Fel took Kya by the hips and listed her on the table. The two kissed again as the Corellian's fingers hiked up the other woman's skirt. ""Where were we?"" she said with a mischievous smile. As they kissed, Fel used one hand to caress her breast. The other rubbed the woman's thighs. Fel kissed Kya's lips, chin, neck, and breasts while her left hand fluttered close to her sex. Quickly, she lightly brushed across her lips but pulled back as she descended Kya's body, planting kisses along the way.
Fel unbuckled Kya's belt and removed her skirt, spreading the woman's legs wide. Then, with a tussle of her hair, Fel bent down, licking Kya's inner thighs. Her deft fingers tickled the woman's sex, parting her lips, feeling her warm wetness. Then, like a snake, Fel struck. She dove her face between the woman's legs and lapped quickly, her tongue digging deeper. A finger went inside Kya's hole, softly circling the spongy g-spot. Her tongue darted around the writhing woman's clit. Fel savored each moan as she slowed, ensuring to vary her technique. Fel taunted the woman, denying her satisfaction until Kya's moans grew desperate. Maybe there was a little Imperial in her after all."
736,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-02-27T18:22:00,Angel of Mercy,"""Can't argue with you there... This place is a tight fit"" she admitted as she navigated the ship towards the surface. She listened to what the other woman was saying about the value of the ship, and that wouldn't get as much as she was sure either had been hoping for. Then came the suggestion that they could hire out for work, again, making it sound like they were a team... ""Most of these people are criminals and pirates"" she suggested with a frown as the dry, rocky surface came rapidly towards them. ""I doubt we'd want to work for them"" she added as she hit the landing thrusters and the screen was filled with sand, dirt and other debris until the landing gear hit the dirt and stabilized...
A few seconds after they'd touch down Kya was hutting down the non-essential systems and the screen cleared up and Ky was looking at the darkening skyscape just as Fel spoke again... Next thing she knew the other woman had taken her hand and they were rushing to the ship's common space hand in hand like horny teenagers... She chuckled as they moved past the archaic little droid...
She turned to face the pother woman and she yelp as she was lifted, her ass landing on the cold table, though she never resisted or protested. Her legs spread nice and wide as her hands pulled the woman in close and she started to kiss her deeply, one hand moving through her hair while the other slid down to grab her nice, firm ass. She moaned as she continued to hold the woman and kiss her then she felt a hand touch her between the legs and she gasped... Then she felt the woman kiss down her neck and breast and she felt her skirt being discarded, leaving in the thigh high socks and boots...
Kya hadn't realized how much she truly wanted or needed this, and Fel would provide the perfect release. She was about to sleep someone out of want rather than need... Or maybe in this case it was both. She slowly lowered herself to her back and she closed her eyes as she felt her legs being spread wide open. She had one hand squeezing one of her own breasts while the other reached to run through Fel's hair...
A deep squeal following by purring and mewling escaped her as she squeezed her thighs to either side of the woman's head and she finally cried out... That mouth and those fingers felt incredible, and she was surprised at how fast she building towards what promised to be an earthshattering peak. Yet she was missing that direct contact with her clit, and her hips started to rise up a bit, as if begging for contact."
737,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-01T20:33:00,SithRebel,"Kya's squeal delighted Fel as her newpartnerwas close. The dark-skinned woman backed up, admiring Kya's body and flower. Then, she grabbed something that looked like a pillow and hoisted the woman's ass in the air, lowering her to a more comfortable spot. The new position afforded Fel a few new tactics but interrupted the mood. ""Comfy?"" she asked, her voice buttery and soft. Fel descended upon the woman again, licking her vulva and labia with slow and deliberate strokes. Kya was wet enough, but Fel couldn't help but tease. Her fingers traced the curves of Kya's folds, first upward, then downward, slowly, with meticulous attention to detail.
""Maybe I should tease you all night. What do you think?"" Fel said, giggling, her fingers tickling Kya's petals. The reality was that both women needed to be at their best in the morning. Florrum, while safe from the Empire, was not a safe haven. Fel would need her new friend in a good state of mind.
""Another time,"" Fel whispered and licked Kya's pussy a little longer. She dragged her tongue through the woman's wet folds to Kya's ripe clit. Then, with gentle pressure, she circled the nub. Kya's reactions sent chills all over Fel's body. Slowly, varying the pressure of her tongue, Fel lapped at the clit before she traced the outline of the bulbous pink bump. Then, moving in for the final strike, Fel sucked Kya's clit while two fingers jabbed her again and again. The woman would get no respite until she climaxed.
Moments later, Fel lay back on the table, kissing Kya's shoulder. ""You canthank melater,"" she said. ""Right now, I need some sleep.""
As Florrum's sun peeked over the desert canyon, Fel stuffed a few ration bars in her bag, along with a canteen of water and the all-important holodisk. The remaining rations and another canteen for Kya were left on the table. As a captain in the Corellian Security forces, Fel was used to a chain of command and giving orders to subordinates. Kya was a different commodity. She was her own person outside any chain, not even a partner, but they were stuck together until they could unload the disk. Tossing the bag over her shoulder, the woman used one of Kya's old shirts for a scarf around her face. ""The wind is kicking up a lot of sand out there. Better protect yourself.""
Fel placed the safe back in the secret compartment and put the droid on standby. ""The safe is … safe, and assuming no one stumbles on this location, it and the ship should be okay. LT's on standby; if necessary, he can get the ship moving, but that's about it."" The woman looked back to Kya as she lowered the ramp. ""Or do you want him with us?""
As Fel stepped off the ramp, she watched the sand swirl high over the canyons. Florrum was less than hospitable with its dry heat and acid geysers, but, according to Kya, it was only a 30-minute walk. What could go wrong?"
738,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-02T15:52:00,Angel of Mercy,"When Fel pulled her mouth away Kya looked at her curiously, wondering why she'd stopped. She then gasped as her ass was lifted a bit higher and she tilted her head watching until the dark-skinned beauty dove in once again, causing a deep moan to escape her lips. Her body arched and she moaned deeply... ""Oooh... Fel...."" She muttered as she felt like her entire body was on fire.
The threat of keeping her on edge all night made her eyes opened and look down her body at the other woman's face, as it was poise dover her shaved sex. ""Please, don't"" she managed to mutter between moans. Thankfully it was a false threat as she was soon going back to work, and it didn't take long before her voice cried out in blissful pleasure... Her thighs tightened about the woman's head as she came, a fresh wave of moisture seeping form her already drenched sex...
Then it was over and Fel moved to lie next to her... Kya felt so very relaxed and breathless as she turned her head to look the other woman in the eyes when she kissed her shoulder. She moved a hand to cup the woman's cheek and she leaned in and she kissed her lips, tasting herself and moaning... She wouldn't have objected to returning the favour then and there, but it was clear they were both exhausted... She turned to curl herself against the woman...
""He should stay back and keep an eye on the ship"" she said as she finished getting her gear ready. ""No one gets in besides us, got it?"" She said with a rather authoritative voice. She was dressed in black leather pants with laces along the hips, and a heavy cloak was tossed over her shoulders. It had a hood and a built-in scarf that could be pulled and hitched to the other side. She also had a pair of goggles she slipped over her head, and she let hang about her neck for now. Her pistol hung at her belt and she slung a messenger bag over one shoulder.
Pulling her gloves on and pulling the straps on tightly and she moved to lower the entry ramp. She was deep in thought. She hoped the contact had gotten the message and would be in the nearby outpost as instructed. She looked back and she nodded at Fel as she slipped the goggles on over her eyes then she pulled the scarf aside. ""Let's get this over with"" she said with a nod as she slowly made her way down the ramp.
""The nearby outpost is a haven for many of the galaxy's worst scum... But this being neutral territory means they tend to behave, but we should still watch where we step... There are plenty of slavers who operate here as well"" she suggested as they started to move down the slight gorge that concealed the ship form view into the rather rocky plains that slopped down towards the outpost, which could be seen in the distance."
739,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-03T22:42:00,SithRebel,"""Slavers? Seriously?"" Fel stopped and turned around, glaring at Kya momentarily. She had to wonder what was worse, slavers or the Empire. ""Sorry,"" Fel said, moving forward and out of the gorge. ""I know it's not your fault.""
As a child, Fel and her parents visited friends on the outskirts of the Corellian desert. There the deserts were a sea of dunes, baking hot and arid. Trudging through such dunes tried even the most trained soldier as the sand was deep and scorching. At night she heard the distant cry of a venomous feline called the sand panther. Fortunately, the girl never found herself in the dunes. To Fel, they were beautiful waving seas forever stationary against the Corellian horizon.
Florrum, by contrast, was rocky, dotted by huge canyons and gorges, though just as hot and arid as any other deserts in the galaxy. The acid flats, where the skalder dwelled, offered sulfuric geysers that would sometimes yellow the sky.
Thankfully, Kya and Fel started early, so crossing the rocky terrain wouldn't be too hot. The temperature was almost pleasant, but the wind posed the most threat. In the distance, a dust storm, hundreds of feet high, rolled across the horizon. The monster headed west of the outpost, likely missing the settlement. Unfortunately, smaller dust clouds spun in all directions.
The two were halfway toward their destinations when they heard a dull roar that sounded like more wind. Fel stopped, tilting her head to get a better listen. Both women deciphered the sounds at the same time – speeder bikes.
Fel disliked the uncertainty of following Kya. The girl proved herself trustworthy for now, but Fel could not shake the feeling of vulnerability. But what choice did she have? Both women ducked behind a hill, hitting the dirt. They watched as a small convoy of bikes and landspeeders zipped by, stirring up billowing clouds behind them. Even Fel could tell they were slavers. Fortunately, they didn't appear to be on the hunt or see the women. Once the danger passed, the two pressed on.
The two finally reached their destination. Bult inside a gorge, the outpost was protected by both manufactured and natural defenses. Laser cannons and barricades lined before the settlement, while sulfuric geysers dotted the area around it. As they neared, two Weequay pirates stepped toward the girls.
""What is your business here at Ohnaka Outpost?""
""Wait,"" said the other pirate. ""Ohnaka Outpost? I thought it was Vincar outpost. When did the name change again?""
""This morning, when Vincar was tossed inside a geyser.""
""Wish they'd settle on a name,"" sighed the second pirate. He then turned his attention back to the women. ""State your business. Now.""
Fel looked over at Kya. ""You're supposed to know the place."""
740,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-06T19:04:00,Angel of Mercy,"The look of disbelief Fel gave her at the mention of slavers made her quirk an eyebrow... ""Never deal with slavers before, I take it..."" she said as they started to move. ""You know, slavers put their pants on one leg at a time... just like the rest of us"" she suggested with an amused grin as she moved to slip her goggles on over her eyes then she pulled the scarf across her face.
They continued along in relative silence; better to hear the approach of anything, whether the wind, predator or, a vehicle... Kya looked at Fel at the sound, and it was clear they were thinking the same thing. The high pitch whining became clearer the closer it got, and Kya started to look around to spot it. They moved to the outcroppings and took cover long enough to watch the vehicles fly past. She didn't feel like she was in any real danger. Florrum was uninhabited except for the outlaws that came here. If they were slavers, as it appeared they were likely just moving from one outpost to the next.
She stood and she brushed herself off once the vehicles had screamed their way out of sight. She looked back at Fel when they started to move again... ""There really isn't anything to worry about... We're perfectly fine here, this is neutral territory"" she reminded herself as much as she was reminding Fel. Soon the outpost came into sight, and they moved towards the closest of the gates where two Weequay guardsmen stepped out and spoke up, challenging them.
She quirked an eyebrow when the guard announced the changing of ownership and she silently cursed... Before she could speak Fel spoke up. She rolled her eyes at the banter and at the fact that the other woman looking at her... ""Kya Jax... I had business with Vincar... So now I have business with Ohnaka... Or rather with his boss, Hondo..."" She declared... ""I assume Hondo is still around?"" She asked, her hands settling on her hip, rather close to her blaster.
The two guardsmen exchanged glances before one of them looked at her curiously... ""Hondo's away on business... Why don't you do business with me...?"" the guard stepped up, looking the two women up and down... She saw the look and she took a step closer to him... ""Well, because I don't deal with rockroaches"" she said in a rather insulting and degrading tone and the second guardsman burst out laughing... The insulted guard looked about to attack but it was the second who reached out to grab his shoulder...
""Just let them go... What harm can they do..."" He suggested. The other seemed about ready to growl before he calmed and finally, they stepped aside... ""Good luck..."" They muttered. ""Thanks, handsome"" Kya said stepping forward, winking at the first Weequay... After a few steps she looked at Fel... ""See, I told you there was nothing to worry about"" she said before looking back a bit nervously."
741,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-09T22:45:00,SithRebel,"Directly inside, the outpost exploded with the clamor of commerce. Buyers and sellers in the small marketplace haggled over goods such as fabrics, food staples, ship parts, and even weapons. A Bith seller of spices attempted to coax Kya and Fel to his stall, but the Corellian woman waved him off. But, of course, they had to have food before spicing anything.
A few Jawas scurried by toting what looked like engine parts from a V-35 Courier landspeeder. At least, that's what Fel surmised. Across the way, a Weequay mechanic was grinding away on what appeared to be a rusted V-35. Fel's CorSec training kicked as she turned to Kya. ""Maybe there will be a reward for returning the parts?"" It was worth a shot, but even Fel knew the little creatures would not give the parts up so easily. There would have to be a trade.
Running toward the aliens, Fel noticed more than a few heads had turned, and eyes were now on both of them. Running, drawing a weapon, or sudden movements was a terrible idea. Suddenly, several Weequay and Nikto guards emerged from the woodwork; their guns were drawn. Fel watched as the thieves scurried off with the stolen parts.
""What's the hurry?"" asked the Sergeant. Four others surrounded the girls as onlookers passed slowly by.
Fel stepped up, her hands raised. ""It's my fault. I thought those jawas had stolen …"" she looked at Kya momentarily. ""I thought they stole an heirloom of mine, but I …. put it in the wrong pocket.""
The Sergeant shook his head. ""Try harder, or we may have a problem.""
""Fine. Those jawas stole a bunch of parts from the Nikto mechanic over there. We thought we could get them back and maybe collect a reward.""
A Nikto guard approached Fell, chuckling to himself."" That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, so it's probably true. Both of you get, or we'll run you in for loitering.""
""We'll get. Don't worry. We're getting."" Fel backed up, not looking forward to the tongue-lashing she would receive from Kya. ""Save the lecture for the cantina,"" she asked as they walked away.
Almost full to capacity, the cantina was bustling with activity. Most were either celebrating with a drink or drowning themselves in their sorrows with a drink. Others were busy making deals in the dark corners. Fel sat at the bar and ordered a glass, waiting on Kya's tirade. Not familiar with Florrum, she had no idea who the contact might be and hoped Kya had spotted them.
""I know, it was stupid. My instincts kicked in, that's all. It won't happen again.""
The barkeep slid over a Corellian red wine in a chilled glass for Tihaar Fel. ""Hope you can hold it,"" he said.
""Don' worry,"" she smiled, then turned back to Kya, whispering, ""Well?"""
742,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-13T13:19:00,Angel of Mercy,"Once past the check point, they found themselves in a rather bustling market area, surrounding by various landing bays were various sized freighters were parked, mostly in prepared outdoors landing bays, while build into he rocks were a few set up for indoor service. Beings of all shapes sizes and races were haggling or moving about, buying, selling, trading, lying, and cheating.
When Fel spoke up about the speeder parts she looked around, first at the speeder then at the jawas. ""I'm not so sure..."" she started to talk but she was too late as Fel was off at a trot. ""Hey!"" She called to the woman. She groaned inwardly as she watched the local thuggery, which passed for a constabulary begin to move into the square with weapons drawn... She paused then and she watched as the men surrounded the woman and she shook her head, wondering if she should turn, walk away and play dumb...
Finally, as Fel started to explain herself Kya walked casually towards her. Luckily, she'd come clean, and the morons bought her story, which was weird because it was the truth. She was just about to point out the obvious when Fel cut her short and she grinned and chuckled in amusement as she turned, and she moved to wards the Canina. Once inside she pulled her hood back fully and she wore her goggles down around her neck. They moved to sit at the bar...
Kya looked oddly comfortable, with all signs of nervousness shaving disappeared. ""Assume everyone here is a thief... You'd be better off trying to steal form someone than report someone for stealing"" she said looing at Fel with a shrug. She had the barman pour her one of what passed for the local brew. ""Well, enjoy your drink..."" she said lifting her glass up before she took a healthy sized drink... Then she made a disgusted face... ""Sithspawn... That is some horrible shit"" she muttered as she pushed the glass away...
""So, if I may venture forth a guess... You worked in law enforcement?"" She asked with a curious tilt of her head... Even as she looked to Fel to answer the question her eyes were scanning the crowd through the mirror behind the bar, waiting and looking for a sign."
743,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-14T22:07:00,SithRebel,"""That obvious?"" Fel asked, watching Kya scoff at her drink. ""Corellian Security Force, Captain, or at least I was."" The woman lowered her voice as she, too, scouted the room for the contact. ""I worked with the imps orforthem, as they would say. I loved that job until —"" Her tone turned sour as she took a drink. ""You're right. This garbage does taste like piss.""
Fel pushed the glass away from her, glancing up at the mirror behind the bar. All manner of alien patrons engaged in conversation, making deals, or enjoying drinks between shifts at the hangars. The chatter mingled into one intelligible roar, which reminded the former Corsec officer of home and the bars around the shipyards.
Unfortunately, the cantina seemed to be full of locals. Not one person sat alone, but then maybe their contact wasn't alone. That she knew little of Kya's contact was not lost on Fel. Was there a contact at all? Undoubtedly. Had Kya wanted to ditch her, she had the opportunity when the outpost guards surrounded them. Besides, the way the smuggler scouted the bar, she at least knew what they looked like. Maybe it was a droid?
""I guess we wait,"" said Fel, pursuing a menu kiosk. ""I'm starved and tired of ration bars.""
Suddenly, the chaotic roar of chatter slowly ceased as the sounds of one heavy pair of boots entered. He was tall, dressed in black death trooper armor minus the helmet. The armor was heavily worn with dents, numerous scratches, and twelve red Xs painted on the belt. His hair was greying, mainly around the temples, and his voice was unmistakable – he was a clone.
""Morning,"" he said to the bartender, laying a bounty puck on the table. ""Have you seen this lady?"" he asked as a holo of an older female Twi'lek hovered over the device.
""No, sir. I've not seen her here,"" answered the barkeep.
""So you have seen her?""
The barkeep's eyes shifted about, then he nodded. ""I have, but she's long gone from –""
The man reached for a bag on his belt and slammed 200 credits on the table. ""Where?""
""A small outpost,"" he began, his hand hovering over the credits. ""It's roughly ten klicks from here.""
The stranger nodded, allowing the barkeep to accept the credits. ""Can I serve you anything, sir?"" asked the tender.
The man in black sat next to Kya, gave her a polite nod, and asked, ""What's good around here?""
As the silence around the bar ended and the clamor started again, Fel looked into the mirror to spot a long, cloaked figure in the back corner. She nudged Kya.
""The name's Hrnako Fon. I'm not from around here, and I'll need a guide. Five hundred credits now and 1500 more when I catch her. Do you know anyone who might be interested?"""
744,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-15T15:48:00,Angel of Mercy,"She grinned and she nodded when was asked if it was that obvious. She listened attentively despite her frequent glances about the room, usually through the mirror behind the barman. ""That's a great and noble profession... But you're on the run now, just like the criminals you used to hunt down prior..."" She suggested. ""So stop thinking like a CorSec officer, and start thinking like a crook"" she said, before she chuckled as Fel pushed her own glass away.
Kya leaned back and she crossed her legs as she turned a bit more to face Fel, leaning no doubt to anyone watching that they were together, not necessarily as a couple but certainly as partners of a sort. Perhaps Fel would feel a bit more concern if she knew that Kya had never actually met her contact face to face, and she had no idea who or what he or she was... When Fel spoke again she looked at her and she simply shrugged...
Kya caught sight of the Death Trooper through the mirror when he entered and she groaned inwardly. Whatever this woman was carrying had to be something very important if they had agents on Florrum... When the trooper spoke to the barman and Kya saw the Twi'lek she sighed a breath of relief, though it was short lived as the man sat next to her...
""The ale is to-die-for... Here have mine"" she said pushing what was left of her drink to the man just as she felt a nudge and she looked in the mirror and she saw the cloaked figure... There was a Silver Brooch acting as a cloak clasp and she recognized it... That was him... She looked at Fel and she nodded before she turned back to the Clone... She was pretty sure she knew which outpost he was referring to... And it would be easy money...
""1500 now, and 2000 after you catch her..."" she said with a sweet smile... ""That outpost he's talking about is a Slaver's Den... And not a friendly one"" she suggested..."
745,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-18T20:21:00,SithRebel,"""Deal."" Hrnako Fon opened his bag and placed 1500 creds in front of Kya. ""1500 now and 2000 when I get what I came for."" The clone nodded, then stood from the bar, eyeing the bartender as if he had more to say, but instead started for the exit. ""I need some supplies for the journey,"" Fon told Kya. ""I'll meet you at the outpost entrance in an hour."" His brown eyes narrowed, scouting the bar until he spotted the contact; then, with a fleeting smirk, the clone left through the exit.
""Are you sure we want part of that?"" Fel asked, tossing a few creds to the barman. Then, looking in the mirror, she saw their contact leave the cantina. From experience, she sat tight for a few seconds before exiting with Kya.
The women maneuvered through the crowded market with Fel admiring fabrics and trinkets while they kept an eye on the hooded figure. A Bith merchant offered the girls discounts on his goods, but Fel passed, moving casually but always keeping the contact in sight. They moved across the market when he disappeared into an alley, matching his speed and pace. Weequay guards kept eyeing the ladies, ensuring Fel and Kya noticed them.
""And we're still paying for my fubar act of decency in this … place."" There were no Imperials on Florrum, but Fel didn't feel any safer. The risk of integration was low, but harm and death were all too likely. She didn't fault Kya. Obviously, to the other woman, the planet was a haven with the right attitude and precautions. However, the Corellian was uneasy about heading to a salver's den with an aging clone.
From the alley, the contact ducked into a private residence. The two women followed. ""You know this guy, so let's get this over with,"" Fel said, waiting for Kya to make the introductions. Once inside, they were met with several blasters aimed at their heads, surrounded by four heavily armed resistance members.
""Weapons on the table,"" a Rodian said, motioning toward a small table by a closed door. The ladies begrudgingly complied and were escorted deeper into the dwelling. At least one guard, dressed in makeshift armor, covered every room. Finally, they were taken into a small kitchen area where the cloaked figure sat at the table.
""Please sit,"" said the figure, pointing to two chairs. ""I understand you have something for me to appraise."" Fel nodded and slowly went for her backpack, removing a holodisk and placing it on the table. The contact waved off his guards and activated the holo.
""Oh, my stars ….""
Finally removing his cloak, the contact studied the holo briefly before shutting it down and leaving. ""Thank you, ladies,"" he said. ""My people will show you out."""
746,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-23T15:28:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya nodded to the clone when he agreed to her terms.Well, that was easy...She thought to herself as he took out a pile of credits and he pushed it in front of her before he stood, and he left... She noticed the glance he have to the man in the back... She was momentarily surprised and unsure what to make of that visual exchange... ""Yeah... Right"" she replied when the trooper said he'd meet them near the outpost in an hour...
She looked at Fel when she spoke and then glancing in the mirror, she noticed their contact was leaving as well... She let out a short and deep guttural moan as she quickly made the credits disappear... ""On the one hand, it's easy money... I mean even you said that piece of junk we left in the wastes isn't worth much..."" she said as she watched Fel pay the bar man... ""On the other hand, I think the trooper is with our contact... Which seems odd to me"" she offered with a slightly worried look as she slipped off the stool onto her feet.
When it seemed to Kya like the Weequay were keeping a rather close eye on them she reached out to take Fel's arm to slow her down a bit... ""Just relax... You look like a young core-world woman about to step up to the altar and be forced to marry a Hutt..."" she said as she started to take the lead, walking in a rather relaxed and casual manner.
Not very long afterwards they were seated across form the contact, the one with the brooch. Kya sat down in a rather relaxed manner, as if this was normal to her. She watched as Fel produced the disk as promised and the contact looked the information, seemingly pleased with what he was getting... By the size of the vessel that seemed to be indicated, she guessed he would have to be, and then...
""Whoa, hang on there, chief"" Kya said moving to her feet with a rather fearless look on her face... She set her hands on her hips and she tilted her head... ""Perhaps you missed the Memo, but we went through a lot of crap to get this to you..."" she said looking at Fel and gesturing for her to get up...
""And we don't work for free... We have expenses, you know... Manicures and getting our hair done don't come cheap... I do hope when your people show us out, there's gonna be a big-ol' bag of credits going with us... I certainly appreciate what it is you're doing here, which all that talk of resisting the Empire and crap... But nothing is free..."" she reminded the man with a rather determined look on her face..."
747,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-27T00:31:00,SithRebel,"The robed contact stopped at the door when Kya brought mentioned money. Then, seemingly by instincts, his accomplice's weapons were raised and trained on the girls. Fel took note of her blaster on the table, where she was forced to leave for the exchange to commence. She counted six armed guards, not counting the Resistance spy himself. ""So. You want money?"" the contact asked, waving his people off. All lowered their blasters but kept them at the ready.
""You want payment?"" he repeated, eyeing both women, moving from one to the other. The man gently pulled out the holodisk. ""Then imagine you're both sitting in a cantina similar to the one we left. You're laughing, enjoying a well-deserved drink, maybe even flirting with one another and making plans. Then this …"" he shook the disc with the super star destroyer schematics. ""This looms its long shadow over the planet. There is no time to run. There's no time to say goodbye because your city is destroyed in seconds."" The contact eyed both women from under his hood and placed the disk back in his pack. ""Ladies, thank you for your service. The likelihood that the scenario I described will not happen just decreased by about 20%. That and that warm feeling in your heart is your payment.""
Fel eyed her blaster on the table. The contact had no visible weapon, but to assume he was unarmed was foolhardy. ""Fine,"" she said. ""Go then and leave us be.""
The cloaked man nodded. ""If you want credits, Kya, I suggest you return to smuggling or talk to her brother."" He then gathered his goons and left.
""Sorry,"" Fel responded to Kya's frustration. ""I don't know what he meant about contacting my brother. He's broker than us."" The woman shook her head and grabbed her blaster. ""Let's meet the clone, and you can tell me how busting into a slaver camp will beeasy money.""
After picking up a few light supplies, the two found Hrnako Fon, where he said he would be, at the front gates. TwoWeequay guards eyed the clone but kept their weapons sheaved. They were not the lookouts the girls met earlier. As Fel and Kya approached, the clone moved his head to the right, motioning to the desert. ""If you gals are ready, we can go."" He mostly looked to Kya for confirmation as she had taken his money and boasted about the outpost's true identity. ""I could use some hired guns if you're interested. Name your price."" Fon eyed Kya as the trio moved into the desert. "
748,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-03-28T20:34:00,Angel of Mercy,"When the contact went ahead and gave his speech about how fast shit could go down it only reinforced her point... ""Exactly... Life is short, and in that scenario a big bag of credits would make those last few minutes far more enjoyable"" she explained. She made no threatening move, though she was clearly annoyed at going through all this, and only getting this so called warm fuzzy feeling as payment... ""That warm feeling is overrated, quite frankly"" she mumbled.
""This not a good way to make friends... You guys need all the friends you can get if you hope to even make a dent in the empire's shield... If this is how you repay a favour, then don't be calling for any more favours... Asshole!!!"" She yelled at the departing man. When they were gone and Fel made a comment about her poor brother she gave the woman a rather cross look... ""You could have backed me up"" she said giving the woman a slight shove as she started to head for the exit as the woman commented on the clone and his escapade...
""I have no intention of breaking into a slaver camp... He was looking for a guide, not mercenaries"" she reminded the woman as they figured out the best way to use what time they had before they had to meet with the clone. Some time later, and a few extra supplies collected, as well as a blaster rifle from the ship, they met up with the clone trooper. She nodded to him when they approached and after a brief look at Fel to confirm she nodded... ""Yeah, we're ready"" she said as she pulled her goggles up over her eyes. She noticed the clone trooper had no vehicle, which was a little disappointing, but it was only about an hour's walk on foot she gathered.
As they started to move, and he offered to pay for their help she looked at Fel and she grinned... ""What the hell is this target worth...? I mean you're already paying us 3500 credits just for us to guide you to her location..."" she suggested looking back at the man curiously... At the same time, she wondered how much they'd need in addition to trading the courier to buy another vessel... Fel would know...
""Just let me discuss it with my associate"" she finally said as she grabbed Fel's arm and she pulled out of earshot... ""Alright, we have 3500 for the job, whatever was loose in the safe and the value of the ship... How much do you think we need for a small ship"" she asked curiously."
749,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-04-02T00:19:00,SithRebel,"""If we're lucky, we will get ten for the ship, but I wouldn't count on luck on this dust ball. We'll get 5000 credits for it, but with some haggling, we might get 7000. With the 3500 and the contents of the safe … We'll need 8000 more creds, at least, for a small ship.""
The clone busied himself with scouting the terrain. ""The way looks clear so far. Have you two decided?"" he asked as they approached.
""15,000 credits, and we'll be your guide and muscle,"" Fel demanded, folding her arms over her chest.
""Fifteen – Are you out of your mind?"" the clone balked. The man in death armor fumed briefly, then rifled through his bag. ""8500,"" he replied firmly.
""You are asking us to guide you to a slaver camp. Slavers."" Fel thumbed at Kya and herself.
""I wouldn't worry. Outside the Zygerrian Empire, they have pitiful equipment; otherwise, they would have gone for the outpost.""
""I'm not worried about death. They'll try and capture us all."" The Corellian stepped forward. ""They'll sell you to miners. Us?"" She looked back at Kya. ""You know what they will do with two attractive women."" Fel closed the gap between her and the bounty hunter with a firm glare. ""13,000.""
""They can try, but you made your point. Ten, or I'll go on my own.""
Fel nodded.
The clone dug through his bag, offering another 3500 credits to Fel. ""With 1500, this will make 5000 now and 5000 when we return, providing I get my bounty.""
A wide grin spread across Fel's face as she shook hands with the clone. ""Deal.""
""All right, let's be on our way.""
Fel waved to Kya. ""You're up, associate.""
The trio headed out across the desert on foot with Kya on point. The clone was a bit twitchy; his hand hovered over his blaster for most of the journey. Fel wondered if it was a quirk of the man or if he was overcautious due to the unknown territory. He said nothing as the three made their way over the dry terrain. A powerful jet of corrosive acid spouted into the air when a nearby acid geyser erupted. The clone spun around quickly, his blaster in hand.
""It's just a geyser,"" Fel said. ""We're far enough away that it won't –"" The dark-skinned woman paused, a hand behind her ear.
""What is it?"" demanded the clone.
""A rumbling sound. Earthquake?"" She turned to Kya, who knew exactly what made the oncoming roar. Then Fel saw the dust in the distance. ""Get to high ground!""
""Will someone tell me that the frag is going –"" He saw it – a herd of stampeding skalder. ""Oh, shit."" The trio ran as fast as they could to the nearest small crag. They were still climbing when the stampede ran past. Less than a minute later, the danger was over. ""Well, I hope that doesn't happen often.""
""I have no idea,"" answered Fel. ""She's your guide,"" Fel said, thumbing to Kya. The group trekked into the desert, bound for the slaver's outpost. On Corellia, Fel dealt with small slave operations in the slums. While a problem, they did not pose any sizable threat to the main populous. On their way to the main outpost, the raider convoy she and Kya saw seemed to consist of ten or twelve. There were likely many more at the slaver compound.
After an hour, the threesome finally made the outpost. Kya saw it first, pointing it out. Next, Fel used her macrobinoculars to scout the camp. ""It looks like a small power station with a canteen and landing strip fortified with … Imperial mobile command center. It's a small one, though, just a tent, and it looks old."" She turned to Kya, handing her the macrobinoculars. ""I didn't see any troopers, but look at what's down there, an old 2T5T transport on the western landing strip. To the east, a YT-1760.""
Fon pointed to a small crag left of the outpost. ""There's a gorge heading down from there. We can sneak in tonight. I bet those cliffs are guarded.""
Fel shot a smile at her new friend. ""If we don't get caught, our luck might change."""
750,Star Wars: Rebel Affairs,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/star-wars-rebel-affairs.26981/,2023-04-05T20:07:00,Angel of Mercy,"Kya listened as Fel explained the value of the ship, of what they might get for it and how much another vessel could potentially cost them. She could only imagine the shape of that vessel. She was also very much aware that there weren't that many ships for sale here on Florrum. The odds of them getting their hands on a ship was not great at all...
When the clone spoke up, she looked in his direction and was about to tell him to give them time, but Fel spoke up first and she chuckled at the high amount... But for effect she mimicked the other woman, and she crossed her arms about her chest. When he countered, she decided to let Fel handle the negotiations, figuring she'd started them...
When Fel suggested they were attractive woman she cleared her throat... ""Very... attractive"" she added with a smile and a light tilting of her head. She looked back and froth until they were done, and she then adjusted the rifle slung over her shoulder... ""He would have paid twelve, you know"" she suggested with an amused grin as she started to move ahead.
Once she was on point, she started to focus on the task at hand, making certain to keep an eye out for anything that might endanger them. When the geyser erupted, she barely paid it any attention until she heard the trooper twirl around. She stopped moving and she looked back, seeing him with his weapon drawn. Then came the rumblings... She looked past the pair, and she noticed the large cloud of dust fast approaching...
She quickly turned and ran for the rocks, her short little legs carrying her with surprisingly speed and agility until she'd practically bounded as high as she could reach... ""It doesn't happen often"" she said looking up at the sky around them... ""Storm's coming... But we should be fine, for now"" she said as she started to climb down the outcropping...
Once they had reached the rise Kya gestured for them to get down and they managed to peer over the ridge. From the high ground they had a decent view of the area. She had gotten them there, so as she took the offered macroviewers she let Fel come up with a suitable plan... She listened as she passed the viewers back and she locked eyes with Fel when she suggested they're luck was changing... It didn't take a used ship salesman to figure out to what she was referring... She looked back at the YT curiously. It looked to be in good enough shape and she had no doubt she could fly it...
She then looked at her chrono and she nodded... ""We got two hours before last light"" she said, ""we should move into position"" she said as she slowly scrambled back form the edge."
751,Steampunk Roleplay,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/steampunk-roleplay.15419/,2020-04-02T21:17:00,byr bry,"
The Beast and The Rabbit
Jules Stagg, twenty year old apothecary who is still trying to figure out the killer of his late teacher and father figure, who was murdered when Jules was only fourteen years old.
Now six years later, someone is trying to kill Jules, also known as J Rabbit, he is a very skilled apothecary, and with someone trying to kill him now, Jules decides to take all of his savings into hiring one of the most feared assassins for himself, except only as a body guard.
Anime and Realistic Options for looks
Now with a dangerous protector constantly around, he should be rather safe, except the protector may end up wanting more than just money from the young apothecary.
"
752,"Step Into My Office (open, FxM)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/step-into-my-office-open-fxm.18327/,2020-09-16T21:01:00,Stix&Stones,"The brass encrusted name plate at the center edge of her desk glinted in the ray of afternoon sunshine that filtered in through the open curtains. Two massive, floor length windows met each other at the corner of her office, letting the world know Esmeralda Langly was top dog at her insurance firm. Anyone who was anyone had a corner office. Her's was on the 25th floor of the Macrabe Building in downtown Fillburg, over looking Central Square, a pocket of local vendors and street food hosted during the work week. People rushed to and fro in the fall air, buying and selling their wares at far too high of a price before the city's clock struck the end of the work day.
A cloud drifted by the setting sun and sent the room into a eerie frenzy, bringing out the shadows brought on by her Tiffany lamp that sat at the corner of her mahogany desk. A gift from her overbearing boss when she took on her position as regional manager. The shadows in the room began to jiggle back and forth as the lamp shook on the desk top. A pencil older over turned and spilled its contents across the desk, the ink pens throwing their caps and leaving tails of ink along a series of documents spread out over her large calendar. A stack of papers were shoved aside and fell to the floor, scattering like ants in the light into piles of white and manilla.
A shadow of a man and a woman danced on the fall wall, moving across the ginormous portrait Esmeralda had commissioned back in the spring upon moving. It portrayed her in a business suite of red with her face flush and covered in make up, accentuating her full, red lips and cold, emerald eyes. Her brunette hair was up in a professional bun, tied together with a ribbon and two hair sticks. Her over all demeanor was chilling and hard.
The office had closed an hour early due to it being Friday and everyone had already cleared out. Esmeralda was left with her assistant Mark who was supposed to help her file the remainder of her paper work for next week prior to going home. Instead of filing, Mark was down on his knees in front of his boss, his hands gripping her exposed thighs. ""Stop acting like this is your first time, Mark. Get in there!"" she growled as she peered down at him from her perch on the edge of her desk. Her legs were splayed on either side of him, her skirt pulled all the way up revealing her black thong. Mark visibly trembled as his blue eyes darted from her face to her underwear, the gears clearly whirring in his head as he struggled to figure out what to do. Yes, this wasn't his first time seeing a woman in such a way, but this was his first time between the legs of someone who held so much power over him. ""Mark.."" she warned as she dropped a hand down to his head and gave him a firm push. He closed his eyes and sighed internally. He needed that raise.
Taking a deep breath, Mark leaned in and pressed his mouth to her mound, eliciting a small gasp from his boss. He squeezed his eyes tight as he pulled her panties aside and parted his lips. Without giving him a warning, she shoved his head into her and moaned as his warm tongue made contact with her quivering womanhood. ""That's it, Mark..work for your raise,"" she cooed as she grew closer to climax. She reached to remove one of his clenched hands from her thighs and leaned forward to suck his fingers before pushing them down to her pussy and encouraging him to use them inside of her. He did so and within minutes, she there, gripping his head between her legs and moaning at the top of her lungs as she twitched and jerked in ecstasy.
As she came down, she lightly kicked him off of her and pulled herself from the desk top. She adjusted her panties and skirt as Mark stood up and wiped at his mouth with a sad look on his face. Esmeralda smiled a wicked smile as she stepped back into her heels. ""Oh Mark.. that was lovely. Your wife must be very happy."" Her smile broadened as she watched him cover his mouth and lurch of the door. ""Not so fast, mister. These files still need taken care of."" She gestured at the mess on the ground and fixed her hair. ""Have it done by the time I get back from the restroom,"" she ordered as she made her way across the office to her own personal bathroom.
She took her time redoing her make up and straightening out her hair in the mirror over the skin. The sloppy kisses she'd shared with her assistant had messed up her lipstick and left smudges on her teeth. She growled at the sight of it and used a paper towel to clean up the mess. After hearing her office door close, she stepped from the bathroom and found her office tidy and empty. She'd have to punish Mark for not saying good bye on Monday.
Esmeralda slipped into her coat and gathered her briefcase before shutting the curtains and blanketing the office in partial darkness. She flipped off her lamp and exited the office, leaving behind her dirty secrets until the next week.
(i apologize for the errors.)"
753,"Step Into My Office (open, FxM)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/step-into-my-office-open-fxm.18327/,2020-10-29T01:49:00,Stix&Stones,"The general idea here is that a wealthy business woman is new to the world of being a dominatrix and uses her assistants as her own personal play things. She's cold, distant, and cruel, but the men love it. Well, most of them. Mark, mentioned above, can't take what he got himself into and quits, leaving the position open to a new male to step up. The men who apply for the spot do not know that they will become subject to her games and do have the choice to quit.
When Mark leaves, your character shall come into play as a headstrong, money and power hungry fiend. You're more than welcome to set him up however you'd like, but he is a dom.
We can incorporate some blackmail in here or he could try and use her to get into her position. Who knows ?"
754,Stranger to Me || A Bloody Romance,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/stranger-to-me-a-bloody-romance.23544/,2021-11-08T06:05:00,my_reverie,"
And oh darlin', darlin'
What have I done?
Now I do my talking with a gun
And blood will spill into the gutters
And it will stain the morning sun
Ooh, tell me what the hell I've done
Can I stop at one?
Or have I just begun?
Meredith Willow
Face Claim: Anna Kendrick
23
5'2""
106lbs
Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Graphic Descriptions of wounds, Violence, Blood, Murder, Mentions of murder, Mentions of drugs, Alcohol, and Death
Before you read this, I would just like to say that I’m fully open to a different direction for this plot, and if you have an idea, feel free to PM me and we can discuss it! I’ll even change my starter below to fit the new idea, if need be :) Anyway, here’s the plot I had in mind!
Meredith Willow always thought of her father to be sweet, kind, and considerate. What she didn't know, however, was that her father had a darker, greedier side to him when he was 'at work'. She never thought to question what his occupation was, and he was never willing to share that information with her. Why?
He was a member of a powerful mafia/motorcycle club. And he owed a rival clan more than he could ever afford.
He didn't have the highest rank in the business, but he had known the previous leader since they were kids. Upon the leader's passing, his eldest, and only, son had taken over.
That would be YC.
YC had arranged a meeting with Jonathan Willow, to discuss an opportunity for Mr.Willow to show his potential, but when he calls the man's office on his way to the meeting, Merry answers the phone instead. Upon hearing the news of Jonathan's passing, and the nature of it, YC can't shake the feeling that Merry is in danger and decides to take her somewhere safe, whether it be a compound or his own house.
Will Merry be able to handle this new, dark reality of crime and murder that YC is apart of? Or will she deny the growing feelings she has for YC and run for the rest of her days?
This plot will be dark, twisted, but also passionate for our characters. Tragedy, danger, and adrenaline will play a part in their feelings for each other. Merry may seem it now, but she won't stay some ""damsel-in-distress"". She is already rather feisty, but she wants to avenge her father, as well as protect her newfound interest— YC. Even if it means becoming corrupted by this new, dark life of hers.
If you have a different idea, or just want to add something to the plot, feel free to PM me! That way we can also have some OOC to discuss YC and possible conflict for this plot :)
"
755,Stranger to Me || A Bloody Romance,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/stranger-to-me-a-bloody-romance.23544/,2021-11-09T07:30:00,my_reverie,"
Meredith Willow
December 1st 6:25 p.m. The Willow Residence
Red. It was all Meredith Willow could see. Every place her eyes dared to land, the deep crimson awaited her teary gaze. Her father's face, the front of his shirt, her own hands… The sticky liquid still felt warm upon her fingers, despite the fact that the blood in her veins had long run cold. She was trying to convince herself that the nightmarish sight of her father's limp corpse was only a dream. Just some sick, twisted vision from the darkest depths of her mind, but it was all too real. The pungent metallic scent that surrounded her was enough to remind her that this was reality. A sick, painful reality…
Wanting a break from the gruesome scene, she glanced over her shoulder to the forgotten bag of groceries in the doorway of the study. The contents had scattered across the floor upon impact and created a mess of red and green sprinkles and cookie packets. Her heart clenched once more. Her father had asked her to pick them up on her way home from the college tour. The first Christmas season he'd had free in years, and boom— He was gone.
Who would do something like this? She was aware he had a meeting scheduled for six-thirty, but it hadn't occurred yet. She lowered her head, her dark locks falling around her face like wavy curtains. This wasn't just some break in, she knew for a fact. The house hadn't been ransacked, nothing had been stolen… Other than a man's life, she thought bitterly. To her, it felt more personal. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw her father's body in her mind.
He had been beaten before his demise. That had been made clear by the swelling that forced his eyes shut and the odd, unnatural angle of his nose. The brutality didn't stop there. Whoever was responsible had taken his fingers, leaving only bloody stubs behind on his hands. And she wouldn't even try to count how many lacerations he bore, varying in depth and length from his shoulders to his feet. He was… a bloody mess. She could still hear the rattling, raspy breaths from his throat so clearly, she was almost convinced he was breathing again in front of her. If these moments didn't haunt her for life, his last words surely would do the trick.
""R…Run, Merr…y.""
The idea that danger could still be lingering nearby made the hairs on her neck stand. Yet, she didn't move. Danger or not, she wanted to be with her father. She couldn't bring herself to leave his side. Not even to clean the blood from her hands, or to change her ruined clothes… Hell, a small part of her hoped that whoever was responsible would come back.
Whether that meant her own untimely demise, or a chance to hurt them in return didn't matter to Merry.
Tears slipped through her dark lashes as she rested her head within her palms. God, help me, she thought. She yearned for guidance, for a shoulder to cry on, or even just a simple 'things will be okay'. With that thought in mind, she knew she needed to call the police to report the crime. But she just couldn't will herself to move from the floor. She wasn't ready to say goodbye, even though she had only minutes prior. She'd begged, pleaded, and repeated how much she loved her father… She could only hope he could hear her in his last moments.
Riiiiiing. Riiiiiing. Riiiiiing.
Her head shot up from her hands and her muscles tensed at the sudden noise. Her eyes landed upon her father's landline telephone. It was strictly for work, he'd always told her. Only those he worked with knew the number— Not even Merry had it…
She pushed herself up from the floor, now kneeling before the desk as she reached for the black phone. She wrapped her fingers around it and lifted it from the cradle.
""Hello?"" Her voice, soft like silk, was thick with emotion. ""I'm sorry, but um…"" She paused long enough to inhale a deep, shaky breath, ""My father can't come to the phone right now…""
"
756,Stranger to Me || A Bloody Romance,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/stranger-to-me-a-bloody-romance.23544/,2021-11-22T06:48:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Adan Bennington
December 1st
6:25 p.m.
En route to the Willow Residence
There was something about the holidays that made things appear to be both chaotic and serene, a rare combination that would've never worked in any other season of the year... at least in terms of what Adan was used to from how he grew up. He'd been one of the few people to grow up surrounded by a life of crime, having witnessed his father take the position of leader of the crime family known as the Gefallene Engel, or Fallen Angels as it translated from German, at the tender age of five as his grandfather had managed to pass away from old age. His father, in bold yet foolish moves, had always tried to expand the territory they held, expanding into markets that had been forbidden by his predecessor, but the worst move that could've been made was the move to antagonize the rival family that was carefully pacified over the years. It was no surprise that the Steele family decided to fight back personally upon hearing that his father had planned another attack at a neutral ground, almost igniting another war as he chose to lead that attack personally, though it paid off as they put the bullet in his skull, leaving the only son to step up and carefully placate them back into an uneasy peace in the mere weeks since the funeral. He'd even thought of one of the middle ranked people in the family business, Jonathan Willow, as an unofficial godfather in a sense, but that greed that he possessed could be helpful in getting late protection money from those that were long overdue, but only if he could take what was necessary. However, traffic appeared to be congested due to the ice that was on some parts of the roads, and since it was clear that he still had at least seven minutes left in the drive to get to the house that belonged to Mr. Willow, Adan decided to call up the landline on his personal cell, and while the car was synced to his contacts via Bluetooth, it was obvious that he was expecting someone else to answer the phone.
""Hello?""
It was a feminine voice, one that was incredibly soft, yet thick with emotion for some reason.
""Hello. I'm looking to talk to Jonathan Willow, I'm running a bit late to the meeting I scheduled with him at six thirty tonight. Ice on the roads tonight, you know?""
The first thing she would've noticed was how smooth Adan's voice sounded, like he carefully refined it over the years to the extent that he could have a successful career as a voice actor had he chosen that career path.
""I'm sorry, but um...""
A feeling of dread began to come over Adan, as slow as a room beginning to flood, but rising steadily at the same time, knowing very well that something about her words was trying to conceal something as he heard her take in one of the shakiest breaths possible.
""My father can't come to the phone right now...""
It was at that point that Adan guessed that Meredith Willow, Jonathon's daughter, had to be on the other end of the line, and he knew at that point that something had happened to the man they both knew very well, though she likely didn't know about his involvement with a life of crime. ""Listen very carefully, okay? Whatever happened... you can't call the police about it, even though it's likely the one thing you want to do more than anything."" His voice took on a much firmer tone, yet there was something in there that resembled sympathy, which was unusual considering he never wanted to be the rock when it came to family finding out about a double life. ""Call it a sixth sense, but I know that your father wouldn't answer the phone unless he was either in the hospital or dead, and as much as I hate to say it... I'm placing bets that it's the latter. By the way, not the best time for introductions, but I'm Adan, Michael's son if he ever talked about my family at all, and you must be Meredith, Jon's daughter."" That would've had to be a shock, and pale hands gripped the steering wheel with a grip that made it painfully obvious that a mix of emotions were swirling within. Glancing into the rearview mirror, the lights from the stereo system barely made his face visible, his raven hair nearly blending in as it was somewhat illuminated alongside earthy eyes that nearly appeared to blend in the way his hair did, though he was thankful he was wearing a red dress shirt underneath a vest similar in color to his hair with pants and shoes to match. ""Look, it's not safe to remain where you are, but at the same time, you're also likely still in danger if you attempt to go anywhere else. For right now, just stay by the phone, but get away from the view of the windows. Behind the desk should be the perfect blindspot, and just wait for me to get there, okay?"" As much as he hated the fact that he was likely going to have to bring her to a safe spot, it was looking like that was exactly what was going to be the case, but that safe spot just so happened to be his house since he only held high-level meetings there with the most trusted advisors... one of which he was going to have to call anyway because of the nature of the situation. Adan watched as the traffic began to move at a much faster pace, and considering his navigation system found a faster route at the same time, he knew he had to step on the gas as soon as he was physically able to.
""Meredith, I'm going to hang up now, but I just got the route changed to make it so I can get there a little bit faster, okay? Just sit tight, and I'll be right there."" Adan wasn't sure if it was safe to hang up or not, but with Meredith's life on the line, he knew how much every second counted. However, he couldn't help it as he hesitated, but whether it was him pressing the button or her hitting it on her end to hang up, he knew as soon as the screen showed that the call had ended that it was now a race against the clock to get to his destination. The car wasn't exactly built for trying to speed through icy conditions, but he did this before in other spots, and he had to get there before anyone else could try to get there first. As soon as the car was close enough to the new turn, he threw it into sport mode just before making the turn, picking up speed as he now raced to get to the her house. Luckily, he made it with two minutes to spare, but as he parked the car, it was painfully obvious that he never had to deal with a situation like this, and yet he couldn't go in unarmed. As soon as Adan managed to get into the house, it was clear that Merry had been carrying something when she found her father since there were spilled bags on the floor, and since he took the time to put on gloves before grabbing a Beretta 70 pistol, he had a tight grip on the gun as he carefully made his way inside the study with careful and precise footsteps.
""Meredith, it's me: Adan. I'm here, but for our safety, I'm armed, okay?"""
757,Taking a risk,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/taking-a-risk.22884/,2021-08-29T02:06:00,TheWanderers,"Was he in love?
It was complicated. Lockdown had introduced him to the world of internet dating and some more...sexual orientated websites. He had been viewing girls on one particular website before joining with his own profile. No headshots - as most people didn't want people to recognize them - but plenty of dick pics and body shots. Paul was an attractive 22 year old guy, even if he did still live at home with his parents. Times were hard.
He worked out and rode his bike almost everywhere. So he was quite fit, with a toned torso that fit his 5'10"" frame nicely. Not overly muscled or a body builder, but somewhere in the 'fit' range. And he was above average in endowment - something the girls seemed to like. His masturbation videos had been a real hit, especially if he came on a photo of one of the other members on the site.
Which is how he had met her. Well, LonelyF4U as was her name. He had gone with BigBuck69. She was a frequent viewer of his and they had webcammed a few times - more than a few times - together. They talked (via chat) and connected on many levels. A relationship - if you could call it that - had blossomed. He loved her body and assumed she had a cute face based on the rest of of what he had seen. They had talked dirty many times.
And then they had gotten to a point where they talked about where they were from. Turns out, there were in the same town! After more talking, they had agreed to meet - sort of. Both were nervous, but both wanted each other. It was just hard, after months of chatting online. And then she had made a proposition - meeting at a 'Glory Hole' where she could finally 'meet' him - or at least his cock. If it went well, well, they could see where it went from there.
So he found himself pedaling to the public restroom at a park late at night. The stalls were empty and he found the right one - with the hole in the wall poking into the girls bathroom. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but dropped his pants. He texted her, confirming he was there, and then watched her latest video - bringing himself to arousal before sliding his cock in through the hole.
He held his breath, unsure if she was there - or how she would respond."
758,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-15T03:58:00,Sara4rp,I am a new adventurer just starting out at the guild as I walk in looking around confused wondering how this place works I head over to the job board and start to look at the jobs wondering if there is one I can do on my own I am wearing a tight t-shirt with leather pants and a brown corset with my sword by my side my blonde hair tied in a ponytail behind me. (Message me with any questions)
759,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-17T07:07:00,Chartreux,"
Beedah saw the cute noob adventurer girl, not that the slender and lithe young goblin woman was terribly seasoned herself but looking at the blonde simply caused the word, 'virgin', to flash in Beedah's mind. Maybe a virgin in more than just adventuring...? But Beedah pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind. This girl might be just what Beedah needed, in terms of a new employer.
Male employers often had sex on their brains when the party camped for the night. Beedah wasn't against the notion of a little hanky-panky in the woods, if it was safe, but her previous employers were generally ugly, dirty, smelly and horrible tippers for the services that they got. If this young human woman was interested in having a 'porter' to carry her gear, as well as someone to ""tinker"" with a mechanism or two (BeedahHATEDbeing called a thief) then maybe there could be a mutually beneficial relationship? Hopefully start off with a relatively easy assignment or quest. Worst case scenario they'd get killed and a not-quite-so-bad scenario that Beedah would have to run like hell with her's and her new partner's share of whatever treasure they'd found. Well, nothing ventured meant nothing gained and Beedah decided to introduce herself.
Approaching the blonde, Beedah decided to be a little on the bold side, maybe a little too familiar but she wanted to sound friendly and trustworthy, saying, ""Hi, there, human girl. Would you like a friend? Someone to go camping with? Help watch your back when you're exploring interesting places? Hmmm?"" Hoping that the human girl wasn't a 'racist', Beedah put out her right hand for a handshake and said, ""My name's 'Beedah'."""
760,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T02:42:00,Sara4rp,"As Sara is focused on what quests there is on the the bard not noticing the goblin come up behind as when she hears the voice come from behind her making Sara jump a clear foot into the air as she turns around looking around her face red wondering who was talking to her and if anyone saw her clearly jump and as she sees the goblin she smiles thinking great a goblin wonder if she is going to steel from me like all the stories I hear but I guess I have no other choice right now as she lets out a small sigh hiding it ""yea sure I could use the company Beedah I am Sara so how long have you been part of the guild"" she asks as she shakes the goblins hand"
761,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T04:34:00,Chartreux,"
Beedah doesn't laugh. She's also been caught unaware and by surprise when she was concentrating on something else. But it takes a bit of self-control. She hopes not, but maybe Sarah will see the struggle on Beedah's face? Beedah's relieved that if Sarah does harbor any misgivings about Beedah's race, the human has a good poker face. Sometimes you need to give a person a chance to overcome their prejudices. Sarah shakes Beedah's hand and it seems like things are off to a good start.
Sarah asks Beedah about Beedah's time in the Adventurer's Guild.
To lie or not to lie, that is the question. Beedah loves a good deception as much as the next person, but professionalism calls for the truth. ""Just about five moons, Sarah,"" Beedah replies. ""Some few rather low level jobs. I saw you, here at the job board and thought that it might be nice to work with a female. Don't get me started about the males I've been working with.""
Spying an open table, Beedah draws Sarah's attention to it, ""You want to keep searching for something on the job board right now,"" Beedah asks, ""or would you like to get to know me a little better over an ale? First one will be my treat. There's a little table over there on the south side of the room."""
762,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T15:08:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah listens to Beedah keeping an eye on her to make sure she does not try and steal what little Sarah has left after registering for the guild as she thinks ok maybe someone who is new to work with might help me get in better with some of the other adventurers so she can join them later after she gets a few jobs done as Sarah looks to the south at the open table then back at the goblin she nods continuing to keep her smile on ""sure some ale would be nice to celebrate a couple of new members"" she says as she starts to walk to the table slowly keeping her scenes on the ride as she still does not trust the goblin completely and wonders what is has planned"
763,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T16:17:00,Chartreux,"When they arrive at the open table, first Beedah gets the attention of a barmaid and uses a couple of gestures to indicate that she wants two ales, the barmaid smiles and nods with understanding. Then, showing Sarah her willingness to look after the young human woman, Beedah pulls out a chair for Sarah to sit in, before taking the second chair for herself. The barmaid soon arrives at the table with two pint sized wooden mugs of ale and waits for payment. Beedah smiles and pays, adding a ten percent gratuity. The goblin woman turns to Sarah and says, ""I like to pay for ale when I get it. Running up a tab tends to leave one stupid and with an empty purse."" Beeda raises her mug to Sarah and says, ""To Our Health And Future!""
""Cards on the table, Sarah,"" Beedah begins. ""I can carry a good sized pack on a hike. I can hunt small game with a sling, prepare it and cook it. I'm not totally useless in a fight, but I'm better at support and first aid. I'm..., ah..., 'mechanism inclined', so to speak and I really don't care to be lumped in with the more violent types of 'crafty persons'. Just a green girl trying to make a living."" Beedah takes a deep drink from her mug, sets it on the table and smiles at Sarah."
764,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T16:26:00,Sara4rp,"""thanks"" Sarah says as the goblin pooled her chair out and Sarah remains vigilant as she grabs her mug listening to the goblin speak about the parent and nods in agreement and holder her mug up for the toast of good health and takes a sip not wanting to drink too much a get drunk still not trusting the goblin as she listens to what the goblin can do she nods ""oh so your just a bag carrier then and not a real adventurer"" Sarah asked trying not to sound too rude or heart broken over the fact that she was hoping for someone who could help in a fight more then just support but mentally shrugs it off thinking this can't be the worst out there to help as she then nods ""sorry to sound rube just there anyway I have been training my whole life with my sword and can use some basic tracking and combat skills right now"" Sarah says as she looks at the goblin for her reaction to this while taking another sip of ale"
765,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T16:48:00,Chartreux,"""No offense taken"" answers Beedah with a smaller smile than before, trying to hide the sting she felt, ""but support people take their chances just as much as any other adventurers. If we hire ourselves out to someone that talks better than they fight, not saying that your years of training didn't make you a fine fighter, and they get killed then the support people are well and truly fucked.""
Beedah takes another deep drink, noticing that Sarah is nursing her drink a little more cautiously. Beedah sighs. ""Well, I've said my piece. Care to tell me a bit about yourself, so I can judge how likely it is I'll be killed or enslaved by working with you?"" Then the goblin woman adds, ""I hope that doesn't sound rude."""
766,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T17:02:00,Sara4rp,"I nod ""yea if a fighter dies then a support is fucked but it is always good to have combat skills"" Sarah says watching the goblin drink then Sarah's face redens a lot ""hey what does that mean you think I will pick a fight I can't win"" she snaps then sighs ""sorry about that I just have a hard time when people think I can't fight because I am a rookie or something"" she says as she takes another drink of ale ""so what would you like to know besides what I told you"" she asks eyeing the goblin ""I pretty much told you everything I can do need me to prove it to you"" she asks"
767,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T17:32:00,Chartreux,"When Sarah snaps at her, Beedah holds up her open palms at shoulder height, as if surrendering, and says, ""Peace, girl! I believe that you can fight. Every veteran was a rookie at some time in their career.""
Beedah now notices that Sarah can be flustered, since the human reacted to a barbed comment by letting her guard down and actually drinking more than just sipping.... Beedah decides that she wants to help Sarah a bit in the ways of the world and watch her back.
""I think that I like you, Sarah"", says Beedah, with a sly smile. ""If you like, I'll follow you where you want to go, either just the two of us or with some party of adventurers. If there's some door in your path that you can't break down, I'll try to pick the lock. If you don't speak goblin, orc or troll then I'll translate for you...."" Beedah paused and then decided to gamble a little, saying, ""If the night is cold then we can keep each other warm.""
Beedah took another deep drink. Her mug was almost empty now and she was starting to feel warm inside. She gave Sarah a wink and asked, ""You want me?"""
768,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T17:39:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah looks at the goblin as she had her hands up a little glad the only person to come to her was not going to fun after that as she keeps drinking a little at a time still not completely trusting the goblin as she nods and blushes ""um the thanks I um really appreciate that and will keep everything in mind"" she says and nods ""and yes I would like to have some company on my quests so when should we get started"" Sarah asks dodging the last pit and not thinking of it as she secretly would hate having to cuddle with a goblin but does not want the only person she has talked to to know that in case Beedah is actually some high ranking adventurer in disguise ""oh and I um don't have a lot of money so we might need to go on a lot of quests here shortly hope your up for it"" Sarah says with a smile as she looks at her half empty cup of ale hoping that does not break the pact they have."
769,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T19:03:00,Chartreux,"Cute Sarah gives away the fact that she's not really interested in sharing a bed on cold nights with her blushing and uttering of the, 'um'. Well, the important thing, even if Beedah is slightly disappointed, is that Beedah has gotten the job of looking after Sarah. Then Sarah confesses that they need to get a paying job in the very near future. ""No worries, Sarah,"" says Beedah, acting very much like the two are actually long time friends. ""I din't become a 'venturer just ta spen' money, but ta ha' some ta spen'""
Then, from behind her, Beedah hears a deep male voice say, ""Hey, swords-girl, is this piece of animated green snot bothering you?""
Beedah sets her near empty mug down and sighs, then she says, ""Bluddy hell. I shoulda known things were going along too nicely...."" The goblin woman gets up from her chair and turns around to face the chest of a clean shaven and dark haired man. ""Buddy. You need ta 'pologize"" she says, poking his chest with a finger. ""It's 'swords-lady', not 'swords-girl'."" She turns to face back at Sarah and says, ""Am I right, Mistress Sarah?"" Then she gives her employer another wink and a devilish smile."
770,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T22:04:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah nods as she listens to what Baadah says about money and how she has a little thinking it is great to have someone with some money besides a couple copper coins as she sees the man come up behind the goblin but thinks nothing of it till she hears him speak as she blushes a little when he says sword-girl and sees Baadah stand up and defend her as she eyes the man ""you know Baadah I could use some practice"" Sarah says as she gets up and finishes chugging her ale then smiles looking at the guy ""why don't I prove to you I am not a girl"" she says and unsheathes her sword ready to duel"
771,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T23:37:00,Chartreux,"Beedah sees the boorish man taking note of the sword and that he seems to be hesitating.
""Oh, bluddy hell, Mistress Sarah,"" whines Beedah, turning her head to look at Sarah, ""ya don't go pullin' swords ina guild bar! Y'ill gittus kicked out! Ya invite the scum ta 'step outside'. Inside, ya responses ta insults gotta be 'measured'."" Beedah then demonstrated a 'measured' response by driving a fist in an uppercut fashion into the man's groin, causing him bend forward in severe pain and distress.
""Ya see 'ow polite 'ee is now? Bowwin' an' all?"" pointed out the goblin woman. ""But 'ee looks a bit sleepy, so Ah'll jist puts 'im ta bed,"" she continued with a hard cross to the jaw, momentarily snapping the man's head to his left and collapsing him on the floor.
Beedah now gave Sarah her full attention and said, ""'Ow about we find a other place fer a bit? A other Tavern or Inn an' try ta relax?"""
772,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-18T23:45:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah jump a little as she watches the goblin punch the man in the gut and listens to what she has to say and nods ""ok I think I get it so I stead of being formal about it you just go ahead and start the fight"" Sarah says as she nods and puts her sword back in it's sheith and nods ""ok but I am very broke so hopefully it is not expensive"" she says as she looks at the man's crumbled body on the floor after watching the goblin woman knock him out and she thinks the goblin is probably not as weak as she originally thought but hey who knows it was a little on the cheap side but there is still a lot for Sarah to learn about being an adventurer"
773,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T00:20:00,Chartreux,"""The important thingy,"" replies Beedah, ""is we don't kill other guild folks inna guild bar. When a person draws a sword, it's a matter of life an' death, Mistress Sarah.""
Beedha reassesses the situation and says, ""Do ya really think ya oughtta drinkin' anymore, Mistress Sarah? Pullin' a sword on a man after only half a pint o' ale? If ya don't mind, Ah'll take ya ta the Inn where Ah'm stayin'. Ah'll get ya a meat pie an some water. If yer that broke ya can owe me. We'll be sure to find work tomorrow.""
Taking a chance, Beedah reaches out to hold the other woman's hand in hers and lead her away from the scene. ""C'mon, Mistress, I think it's best that we not be here when the idiot wakes up."""
774,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T00:25:00,Sara4rp,"""oh no I am perfectly fine I never hand and I tend to kill him just prove I am better with a sword but I feel fine it will take more then a pint to get me drunk"" Sarah says smiling and see the hand not taking it ""but if you want to sleep for the night and get to work early that is fine with me we can get going early in the morning"" she says as she starts to walk out of the guild hall slowly to make sure the goblin can keep up ""so where are you staying"" she asks and looks back at the goblin girl to see if she is fallowing"
775,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T03:30:00,Chartreux,"The goblin woman doesn't take offense at Sarah's ignoring of Beedah's hand, that's fine. It's just another example of how mistrustful most people are when they're around goblins. Sigh. Well, at least she's taking Beedah's advice and not hanging around the guild hall and waiting for trouble to wake up after a beating.
The cool air of the outside is a bit like a slap to Beedah's face, making the green woman feel a little less buzzed. The guild hall does serve good beer, it does.
Sarah has gotten out of the door in front of Beedah. The human girl turns about to tell Beedah that she isn't the least bit intoxicated. Beedah doesn't believe her but lets it pass and makes a mental note to pay attention to the human the next time they're drinking. Sarah claims to have trained for years, but she doesn't seem to know how the rest of the world works as opposed to wherever it was that she was schooled.
Beedah catches up with Sarah and says, ""I've got a room at 'The Jolly Demi'. It's a decent and fair priced inn for 'monster girls' and their friends. The joke is, humans only get to enter or stay at the place if they've got a monster girl to vouch for them. The only elves that ever stay there are the drow, the dark ones.""
""I think you'd be better off stayin' with me, but maybe you wouldn't be comfortable,"" says Beedah. The goblin woman considers the situation. ""I think maybe some sleepISa good idea. If you don't care to come with me, I'll be back in the guild hall, tomorrow morning, an hour after sunrise.""
Even as Beedah offers to share a room with Sarah, it seems more likely to snow in the elemental realm of fire than the human to accept the offer. ""If you're not coming with me, then remember to be careful. You don't want that arseloch find you with any of his friends."""
776,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T04:05:00,Sara4rp,"I nod ""ok I doubt they will find me after all with the way you hit him I doubt he remembers much of the encounter but I will be safe see you tomorrow"" Sarah says as she turns and walks in a direction not sure how she would feel in an inn full of monsters that probably hate humans so she decided not to take a chance as she was also a little longer ght headed from the drink but could still think somewhat clear thoughts as she waits till she is out of sight before using magic only high ranking officers and nobels can learn to disappear and hide for the night so she can rest free of charge on a roof of a building"
777,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T05:26:00,Chartreux,"Dressed in boots, a dark leather skirt, leather vest over a black shirt and carrying a largely empty backpack, Beedah arrives at the Adventurer's Guild Hall, the next morning and is standing in front of the job posting board about fifty minutes after sunrise. The sleep did her good and she feels refreshed. The attendant at the contract desk glares at her a bit, but Beedah has her guild credentials and the attendant makes no other objection than to watch the goblin woman a little more carefully than she might watch a human.
An advertisement catches her eye: ""Nature Student seeking protection for Field Studies"". The pay offered seemed on the low end, but then 'field studies' might entail anything from 'birds and bees' to meat eating plants or dragons. There could be some interesting side benefits.... Beedah decided to remember this one advertisement, in case nothing else appealed to Sarah.
Beedah senses that someone is looking at her, someone just a little familiar and without malice. She turns to see Sarah approaching her. Beedah gives her a little bow, but holds it for a respectful time and greets the human woman, ""Good morning, Mistress Sarah."""
778,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T05:31:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah slept well on the roof of the building as she uses her magic to get down earlier then most people still trying to hide her Nobel bloodline magic as she decided to wonder around town for a bit as to not raise any suspension for the goblin as she walks to the guild and sees her new workmate at the board she walks over ""hi Beedah oh and can you please stop calling me mistress it is a little odd"" Sarah says and then start to look at the board for a job to stick out to her ""so anything seem fun to you"" Sarah asks after a min of looking"
779,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T13:40:00,Chartreux,"It seemed odd that a human would prefernotto be addressed with some amount of deference. If Sarah was acknowledging Beedah as something like a social equal then Beedah felt herself even more fortunate to be working with the young human woman, indeed.
""As you wish, Sarah,"" said the goblin woman. ""I'll try to remember, but most of the people that I've worked for like being called, 'sir', 'lady', 'master' or 'mistress'. Also, it protects me a little when other humans don't think I'm showing humans the proper amount of respect. So, if I accidentally say, ""Mistress Sarah' then it's just a habit that I got into by trying to avoid trouble.""
Beedah then pointed to the job advertisement she'd noticed earlier, saying, ""This could be nice, Sarah, looking out for someone studying 'nature'. Of course, it could pay better, especially if the employer is actually trying to make hard work sound easy. But it could be a nice adventure to start with, for people like us to see if we can get along as a team.""
If more humans were like Sarah, thought Beedah, especially the rookie adventurers, life could be much better for 'monster girls'. Then Beedah asked her new companion, ""Does anything else look like something you'd be interested in? Can't say I'd like really like to be in a job where someone's having trouble with a bunch of goblins. I could get punched in my pussy, or worse."""
780,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T14:42:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah nods ""yea it is fine if it slips out it just feels weird since we are adventures and I kind of have a bad history with the mistress title"" she says as she looks back at the poster the goblin was looking at them nods ""ok this sounds good"" Sarah says and takes the poster heading to the reception desk to get on it then start to leave the guild hall ""ok so it looks like it will take a couple days to get to the village where the client is so we should start moving as soon as possible is there anything you need to get before we go"" Sarah asks as she looks over her shoulder at the goblin"
781,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T17:35:00,Chartreux,"She has a bad history with being called, 'Mistress'? Well, that's an interesting piece of information, thought Beedah and decided that she'd store that bit of info into her memories.
The goblin spied the particulars of the mission on the parchment. ""East, eh? Maybe there's a merchant or a farmer headed that way we can get a ride with as 'unofficial protection'?""
When asked about her own readiness to travel, Beedah smiled and responded with, ""I'm packed and provisioned. I've got jerked meat, dried fruit and a couple skins of water."" Then Beedah asked, ""What about you, Sarah? A fair amount of room left in my pack. Do we need to shop for you?"""
782,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T17:40:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah smiles at the idea of traveling by carriage a little as protection would be nice and she nods ""yea and that could make travel take less"" she says and then points to her bag on her back ""everything I need is here"" she says smiling ""so let's start moving and see if anyone is going east"" Sarah says and starts to walk a little happy she is not alone on this trip"
783,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T18:08:00,Chartreux,"
It's good that 'the rookie' doesn't need to be taught how to pack, but Beedah does wonderwhatSarah has packed....
On their way out of the guild, they pass the woman that was their barmaid last night. The woman gives them a big smile and a wink. Beedah wonders who her smile is for, probably not for her. After they exit and are on the street, Beedah says to Sarah, ""Looks like the barmaid thinks that you're cute."" Sarah turns her head to look at Beedah, who gives her a big smile. ""Just jesting, sort of. But you're pretty, you are. That man, last night, thought so too, I reckon.""
As they head for the city's east gate, the goblin woman quotes the man she knocked out, ""Hey, swords-girl, is this piece of animated green snot bothering you?"" Her voice doesn't have the deepness of the man, it still just sounds like Beedah, but the tone, accent and cadence of the insult are 'spot-on'. Beedah chuckles just a little."
784,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T18:13:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah blushes a little at the barmaid comment ""um thinks I guess but I don't know I guess I am cute"" Sarah says as they walk then laughs at the insult ""that was pretty good I still think I could have beat him in a swordfight though"" she says as the see a carriage ""hey wonder where they are going want to check it out"" she asks and points at the carriage"
785,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T18:26:00,Chartreux,"
Beedah hadn't anticipated a ride in a carriage, but more like the wagon of a farmer. Still, nothing investigated then nothing learned.
""Why not?"" answers Beedah. This will be interesting, she thinks, and then asks, ""How do you want this handled? Shall I play the servant and ask them for a ride or do you think that they'll respond better if you ask them if they'd like a little extra protection? Beedah can't imagine whoever's in the carriage wouldn't think she wasn't Sarah's servant. It was just how the world worked.
If they did get to ride in the carriage, maybe they could learn something interesting and make a business contact as well? That would be useful!"
786,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-19T18:32:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah thinks for a sec then smiles ""I think I should do it test out the good looks everyone says I have you can wait here and I will let you know if we get it"" Sarah says and walks forwards the carriage and looks for the driver so see if they can get a ride and she smiles when she sees him ""hello good sir would it be ok if me and my companion over there for a ride to the east that would be appreciated"" Sarah says and winks a little hoping for a free ride"
787,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T03:11:00,Chartreux,"
After Sarah gives the carriage driver a wink he blushes a bit, looks her up and down, from head to toe, as if it's his lucky day. Then he sees the goblin girl and his face loses some of the excitement it had. Then there's a voice, perhaps that of an old woman, that calls out from the inside of the carriage, ""Karsten, what in the three hells is taking so long?!?""
""Sorry for the delay, my Lady,"" answers the driver, ""There's a courtesan and her servant looking for a ride, in exchange for 'appreciation'"".
""Tell the strumpet to 'bugger off' and then get this carriage moving, OR ELSE!"" the voice from inside the carriage shouts.
""Yes, my Lady,"" the driver answers his employer. With the look of a sad child that's dropped a piece of candy in the dirt, he looks at the adventurer women and says, ""Bugger off, good women"", and drives the carriage away.
Beedah walks up to Sarah and says, ""Nice try. Sadly, carriages are usually being used by nobles and rich folks... Aaand what did you do that the driver thought that you were a courtesan? Wink? Never mind. I have faith in you, but I think you'll have better luck getting us a ride with a traveling merchant or a farmer on his way back home than a carriage. You've got your sword, so, without drawing it, try to look like a bodyguard and offer to guard them during our ride."""
788,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T03:15:00,Sara4rp,"As I watch the carriage leave I puff my cheeks out thinking if they knew who I was but I sigh looking down as the goblin approaches and gives advice as I look at her ""yea don't worry about the driver he can die in a hole for all I care but your probably right thought my looks would get us somewhere sadly no but I guess we better start walking and if we pass a traveler then try and hitch a ride if not it will be a long walk"" I say as I put my arms on the back of my head and start to walk east like nothing has happened"
789,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T05:49:00,Chartreux,"
The goblin woman didn't wish to pry anymore as Sarah's experience with the carriage seemed to have soured her mood. Still, walking the road in silence was uncomfortable to Beedah. Maybe a song? Beedah's voice wasn't the voice of a minstrel, but she could carry a tune without a basket.... The worst thing that was likely to happen would be Sarah telling her to stop. She thought of a song with a good marching rhythm, 'The Ferrier Song'.
""Prince Charming rode out to find himself a wife Yay - Oh - Yay - Oh - Yah! His horse it threw a shoe, he nearly lost his life Yay - Oh - Yay - Oh - Yah! Call the ferrier man! Call the ferrier man! Make shoes of steel, yes he can, Call the ferrier man!"""
790,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T06:10:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah walks down the path with the goblin woman just thinking about life a if she sees that carriage driver and lady again how many laws she might break but then those thought quickly leave when she hears the song the goblin is singing and looks at her a little confused ""um what are you singing"" Sarah asks as she has never heard a song like that and also the goblins singing voice is not something she wants to hear the entire trip but deciding against telling the goblin that as being on her bad side might not be the wisest when traveling together"
791,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T18:03:00,Chartreux,"""At Snow White's ball the Witch took a chance. Yay - Oh - Yay - Oh - Yah! She got red hot shoes that made her dance. Yay - Oh - Yay - Oh....""
Beedah was almost to the second chorus, when Sarah asked, ""Um, what are you singing?""
""Oh..., it's a marching cadence,"" Beedah answered, feeling a little uncomfortable. ""My Mum was a camp follower and the soldiers would sing as they marched on the road or in practice in a camp.""
'Note to self,' thought Beedah,'Sarah probably didn't grow up around normal soldiers'.
""A marching song helps keep people moving at the same pace and in step, so they don't fall over the other soldiers,"" she added. ""They aren't especially pretty and some of them are quite bawdy, but they do the job.""
Even after the explanation, Beedah was feeling a bit self-conscious and decided to just not sing, listening to the sounds of the countryside as the girls walked eastwards."
792,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-20T20:23:00,Sara4rp,"""oh ok that makes sense I guess"" Sarah says as they walk eastward and after a few minutes of silence Sarah decides to try and break it ""so um what made you want to become an adventurer's aid in a way"" she asks the goblin a she looks at the little green woman curious as to why a military background would turn around and help adventures that are probably not as skilled as she is when it comes to fighting as that seems a little odd to Sarah as to where she comes from military is a noble task to do to defend ones country was something people would never back away from no matter what it cost"
793,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T01:18:00,Chartreux,"""Why choose this life?"" Beedah asked herself, in response to Sarah's similar question, ""I figured it had to be more rewarding than following in my Mum's footsteps.""
Sarah's expression seemed to say to the young goblin woman that the human didn't quite understand.'Oh, well,' thought Beedah,'I hate telling my life story, but I think Sarah could use a little knowing of what the world is really like.'
""'Camp followers' follow armies around and do menial work,"" Beedah told Sarah, as they continued to walk eastwards. ""Most soldiers don't get paid much more than what they need to keep their uniforms clean, unless they win prize money in a war. Camp followers depend on what little money the soldiers can afford to spend on the extra goods and services, like cleaning clothes, little bits better food than what the army supplies and, uh, some entertainments. My Mum's pimp, a peg-legged veteran, wasn't a bad sort. He had connections with ranked serving officers and it wasn't often at all that his girls would get roughed up. I don't know why, but he'd sometimes tell the 'accidental' kids stories of adventurers. One night I said that I wanted to go on adventures and he decided to become my mentor.""
Beedah continued, ""When I left everyone, he advised me to go about adventuring in a 'quiet way'. I didn't have the benefit of training with sword masters, or priests or magicians, but there were people that trained me about moving quietly, booby-traps and locks. If I became a leader, there would be a lot of bigoted people in the world that would want to take a goblin girl down a peg or two and 'put her in her place''.""
Beedah smiled and said, ""And that's the story of my humble life."" Beedah might have asked Sarah to share the story of the human girl's life, but she was having fun collecting what little bits of information that Sarah was accidentally sharing and trying to see if she could guess more about the young woman that she was traveling with."
794,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T02:26:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah listens to the goblins story with interest as she listens making mental notes of how the world works beyond what she knows of being a Nobel as she nods when the story ends and hesitates a little wondering how much of the truth she should tell the nods ""ok so I was born in the south to a farmer where I was a shut in pretty much my whole life spending all my time studying magic or practicing with a sword since I could read and hold a what I thought was a sword but was really a knife but anyway I would train all day and night by myself or with my father sometimes when he was not working the field the reason I did this was because I want to head south to Kingdom of the ice queen and take it over on my own so I have been studying how nobels act and everything so that one day I can challenge the queen or whoever has the throne making myself the rightful ruler of that kingdom"" I say as she thinks to herself that it was more of the truth in that story then what she was originally intending on saying but mentally shrugs it away"
795,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T05:36:00,Chartreux,"""Riiiight,"" answers Beedah as she sorts the information Sarah has given to her by which is most likely to be true and which is most likely to be omitted or exaggerated. She believes that she has a pretty good read on who Sarah really is, in terms her how high born the young woman is. Farmers and merchants don't generally seek to become the rulers of a country. Her family likely owned vast fields of farmland and has a claim to the throne of the South. She's lived an existence tightly focused on revenge and returning her family to its 'rightful place'. If she's become an adventurer, then her family was probably banished from the Southern Kingdom and she's spent what little inheritance she has in an effort to begin building a power-base for herself. Perhaps there's some legendary artifact she seeks to gain but she needs experience and perhaps some other magics to get what she wants....
""Well, everyone needs a goal of some kind or another,"" Beedah says. ""It's probably better to have a great goal, trying to win a country, instead of a small goal like getting a piece of bread.""
Beedah then gives Sarah a beaming smile and says, ""You've inspired me, Sarah! I'm going to set a great goal for myself, too! So, here it is, when you're the Queen of the South, I'm going to be the most famous and rich goblin in the world by being your most trusted and well-paid advisor! How does that sound?"""
796,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T05:46:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah sighs a little when she years the first word the goblin say sound like she did not believe her but then thinks nothing of it when the goblin does not pester her about potentially lying to her but then looks in surprise at the goblins new goal ""wh what you want to buy my advisor why"" she asks wondering if there is something to gain from being her advisor that is not yet know to Sarah and hoping this question can get the answer if not she could do some research to ight on advisors in one of her books about the royalty and how there servants worked"
797,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T06:15:00,Chartreux,"""I think that I'm the ideal choice to be your advisor"", Beedah states. ""Firstly, even before I knew that you wanted to be a queen, I told you that I liked you, so you know I wasn't sucking up to you for your riches. Secondly, it would make my old mentor proud, even if it was a high profile position and he called me a right idiot. Thirdly, if I'm going to die then let it be trying to achieve greatness instead just merely existing from day to day.""
However, just then, Beedah remembered that she was, indeed, a goblin. It was possible that Sarah would never be able to see beyond Beedah's green skin. She sighed, ""Eh, a Queen with a goblin for a best friend, probably start a civil war, it would. Forget that I mentioned it.""
A few seconds later, Beedah believed that she heard the wheels of a wagon or cart getting nearer from behind them. She turned to see three wagons of bright colors, perhaps performers..., or maybe gypsies? Performers might be interested in the protection that Sarah could offer. Gypsies, on the other hand were very family oriented and not much trusting of outsiders. Between goblins and gypsies, it was tough to say who was on the bottom of the social order."
798,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T06:57:00,Sara4rp,"I shrug a little as the goblin explains ""yea that could be nice dream big is what I always say"" I say then hear the wagon weeks too as I turn to look to see who it is ""hmm wonder who they are"" Sarah asks thinking the same thing as Beedah but instead hope it is performers and not gypsies but if they can give her and the goblin a ride then she does not care who it is"
799,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T07:41:00,Chartreux,"As the wagons draw nearer, it seems to Beedah that the group is too small to be a circus and a gypsy vardo would likely have more than three wagons. It's too colorful for farmers, merchants or a medicine show and... that means... actors!
""Sarah,"" says Beedah in a low tone, ""They probably won't care about anything that I might say, but try to spy if they have their acting company's name on their wagons. Tell them that you've heard of them and about how your friends said how very believable all of the actors are. Actors love that kind of praise. Then say that you'd consider it an honor to ride with them and guard them for a time.... Oh, and don't be surprised if I call you, 'Mistress Sarah' again. I'll start calling you just 'Sarah' when we're alone.""
As the wagons neared, Beedah took a position about three steps behind Sarah and a little bit to her left."
800,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-21T16:26:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah sighs then uses some magic to enhance her eyes sight for a bit causing her eyes to glow blue for a split sec then puts on a friendly smile as she waits for the wagons to stop after she waves them down and she head to the lead ""ohh my gosh are you the illusionists I have heard so much about you from my friends it is an honor to finally meet you guys so I know you guys are probably very busy but I was hoping me and my little servant here could tag along and maybe help you guys if y'all get in trouble on this road since we are all going in the same direction"" I say smiling warmly to the driver hoping they don't try anything too weird"
801,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-23T08:59:00,Chartreux,"The Amazing Marko the Magnificent knew a snow-job when he heard it, but the timing was such that he was happy for the boost to his ego. His new assistant, a woman of about the same age as the young woman that was hailing him on the roadside, had been unimpressed with the take at the last town the group had played and had called him a two-bit fraud in front of the other players. Marko stopped the wagon that he was driving and eyed the new woman and her little goblin servant, thinking to himself, 'it's hard to find good help these days.'
Marko puffed himself up like a performer about to address a crowd, or perhaps take a bow. ""Well met, good lady! Greetings to you and your helper! I, The Amazing Marko the Magnificent, would be delighted for your by your company. Come, there is room for all three of up on the wagon. My assistant and some of the others are sleeping in the back.""
Beedah scrambled up onto the wagon, put her pack of the roof, took Sarah's pack and placed it next to hers and then gave Sarah a hand, to help her climb up."
802,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-24T04:22:00,Sara4rp,Sarah smiles at Marko trying to hide the I don't care look behind her smile as she watches the goblin scramble and put the bags up as Sarah nods in thanks to the goblin as she takes a seat up in the wagon looking around at all preformer's helpers sleeping as Sarah sighs and decides to sit in the corner bit really wanting to talk to any of them but will hold a conversation if I e of them approaches her as she slides her sword out and start to sharpen it trying to act busy to dissuade any confrontation from the performers as she also has an eye on Beedah to make sure she is in and not left behind
803,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-25T02:36:00,Chartreux,"The Amazing Marko decides to leave Sarah alone to sharpen her sword and make due with some conversation with her servant, asking, ""So, little goblin, where are you and your employer traveling to?""
Beedah smiles and replies to the human with a question of her own, ""Well, Mister Magnificent, would you care to make a game out of it? I'll tell you if you can answer a riddle. If you're wrong, I get to kiss you. But if you don't want to play, I suppose I could just tell you where we're going.""
""But if you intend to tell me, even if I don't play your game, why should I simply not play?"" answers Marko, with a smile of his own. ""Shouldn't there be a penalty if you fail to baffle me?""
The game is on, thinks Beedah. It's not much of a game, but it's still a battle of wits. Neither of them really know how clever or cunning the other is. ""What do you suppose is a penalty equal to you getting a kiss from me?"" the goblin woman asks.
Marko whispers his answer into Beedah's ear and it seems fair, but she says to him, ""Just let me see if it's okay with my mistress.""
""Mistress Sarah,"" says Beedah, turning to the blonde girl sharpening her sword, ""Mister Magnificent and I are thinking of having a wager. I want to ask your permission, since you're my employer right now. If I win then I get to kiss Mr. Magnificent. If he wins then I have to show him my titties. Is that okay with you?"""
804,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-25T04:07:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah listens in a little on the wager not looking up from her sword till she hears the goblin woman call as she looks up listening to the request then sighs a little looking at Marko then shrugs ""yea whatever I don't mind if you show him your tits"" she says then decides to play a little as well looking at Marko she smiles ""but if you touch her more then just the kiss when you loose I get to cut off something of my choice"" she says with a wink motioning down to his crotch area to further get a point across then goes back to her sword this time paying more attention to the game the goblin woman is playing"
805,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-26T17:49:00,Chartreux,"""Why, Mistress Sarah!"" the goblin girl lightly exclaims, ""I didn't know you cared about me so much!""
Beedah turned back to the man and said, ""Ooh, Mr. Magnificent, I hadn't thought about that. Did you? You're a dirtier human than I thought, willing to get a kiss from a goblin girl and wanting to see her little titties. But I'm sure you wouldn't got beyond the wager without permission, would you, you bad, dirty boy?""
Mr. Magnificent, after unconsciously moving to protect his family jewels in response to Sarah's playful threat, visibly blushed a soft pick color when Beedah called him a 'bad, dirty boy'. He smiled and sheepishly answered her, ""I won't go any farther than what you agree to, little woman.""
Beedah turned back to Sarah. ""See, Mistress Sarah? He's a gentleman. I'm sure if he does anything beyond the wager, it'll be an accident. No need to threaten the nice man wot gives us a ride.""
Beedah now looked at the man, a predator's expression in her eyes and smile. She asked him, ""What sounds sad but is happy, is up at sunrise but doesn't crow and is best when it's shared?"""
806,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-26T17:59:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah smiles not looking up from her blade as she keeps sharpening as she shrugs ""let's just say I want some fun as well and not very good at riddles so I added my own little twist to your wager"" she says smiling as she listens and watches the man out the corner of her eyes smiling as he holds his crotch in protection fashion as she listens to the riddle the goblin says as Sarah frown a little in confusion not knowing the answer racking her brain trying to figure out the answer but gives up after a min of thinking and waits on the answer to see if the performer has the answer"
807,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-26T18:31:00,Chartreux,"As the human was pondering the answer to the riddle, Beedah looked at Sarah and said, ""If I'm thinking of the same thing that you're thinking of 'cutting off' as 'fun', Mistress Sarah, then I'm not sure if I ever want to go to any parties with you.""
Beedah then adopted a pouting expression and told her, ""I was beginning to think that you really cared about me, Mistress. Oh, well, I guess that I expect too much, sometimes."" The young goblin purposefully let out an audible sigh. Then she gave Sarah the same wolfish smile that she'd given to Mister Magnificent and said, ""So, you're adding a twist to the wager, are you? Well, that means that if Mister Magnificent wins then you have to show him your tits as well, doesn't it? Quite the prize, that is. Even with clothes on, everyone could see that they're huge compared to to my itty-bittys."" Beedah chuckles and asks, ""Are you sure that you want to add that little twist?"""
808,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-27T01:48:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah smiles and shrugs laughing a little about the comment the goblin made about the parties ""yea I do have a hard time sometimes but hey I am much funner at parties then cutting people up"" she says and smiles listening to the goblin talk about her thoughts about being liked then Sarah shrugs ""well your my loot holder can't really have you wanting to go off with some performer that can touch you well now can I"" she says smiling and nods about joining in ""yea I guess that makes sense but hey I guess it is better then just sitting here so sure I don't mind flashing my tits for a bit"" she says as she puts her sword up and leans in to whisper to the goblin ""so um what is the answer to the riddle"" Sarah asks the goblin hoping she would get an answer without having to wait on the performer and patients has never really been one of Sarah's strong points even when growing up"
809,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-27T05:00:00,Chartreux,"Just as Sarah is asking Beedah for the answer to the riddle, Marko admits defeat as well. That was one victory! Beedah ponders for a second or two, trying to think of a way to make Sarah show Beedah her tits or give her a kiss, since she doesn't know the answer to the riddle either, but the goblin girl abandons the mental gymnastics for now. Besides, Sarah has loosened up quite a bit just to involve herself in Beedah's wager.
Beedah smiles in triumph and lets them in on the answer, "" 'Morning Wood' isn't a sad thing and it brings a smile to people's faces, it happens in the morning, often before sunrise and the cock crow. It's certainly the best when it's shared.""
She smiles first at Sarah and then at Marko. ""Time to claim my prize!"" Beedah announces and Marko stops the wagon. She instructs Marko to lace his fingers behind his head, so there won't be any accidents for Sarah to get upset about. Beedah then puts one of her hands over his, to hold them and the back of his head. With her other hand, she gently grabs him by the jaw and guides her mouth to his.
The trick to a long and deep lip-lock is breathing though the nose. With her lips and tongue, when Beedah is done, she leaves The Amazing Marko the Magnificent quite out of breath.
She turns to Sarah and says, ""He's quite kiss-able, Mistress Sarah. Do you fancy a go?"""
810,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-27T21:31:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah blushes as she hears the answer to the riddle and the explanation wondering what goes through the goblins mind to come up with something like that but shrugs it away as she watches Beedah claim her reward a little surprised by how long the kiss lasts and when it is finally done Sarah snorts at the idea of kissing him ""I would never stoop so low to kiss a performer sorry not my style"" she says ""but I guess if I am joining in on this bet making I do need something if I win so I guess Marko you have an idea on what I can claim if I win I am a reasonable girl so we will see what you offer"" she says as she wonders what Marko might suggest"
811,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T10:18:00,Chartreux,"""The Amazing Marko the Magnificent"", he says gasping while trying to catch his breath, ""declines any further challenges for the time being as he cannot think of anything he wishes for a prize or anything he wishes to lose.""
""You see, Mistress Sarah,"" said Beedah, ""this is wot happens when swords are brought into good clea..., er.., fun.""
The goblin girl turns back to Marko and says, ""Please excuse Mistress Sarah. She's new to adventuring. I'm trying to teach her right, I am, but she quite enthusiastic about that sword of hers. Challenging people in bars.... Making suggestions about things she'd like to cut off. She's going to give me gray hairs, I've no doubt.""
Beedah gives the man a pat on the head and says, ""By the by, we're heading in the vicinity of East Blue Bay and Seaside City."""
812,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T16:54:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah shrugs and goes back to her corner and closes her eyes just listening to the apology Beedah is giving and replays ""hey not my fault that guy wanted to fight at the bar"" Sarah says looking at the goblin girl ""besides if I am not mistaken there was nowhere saying I could not use a sword so it was fair game to challenge him you just sucker punched him"" she says with a little smirk wondering how the goblin and Marko would react to this and then fallows up to the grey hair comment ""oh come on I am not that bad and stubborn"" Sarah says"
813,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T19:34:00,Chartreux,"
""I never said that you couldn't challenge him, Mistress,"" Beedah answers. ""In fact, I'm downright grateful that you'd defend my honor like you did."" The goblin woman gives Sarah a momentary smile and a wink before continuing, ""But unsheathing a sword in a bar, and you know that you did, when you want to challenge someone draws a lot of negative attention. It's sort of your fault that Ihadto sucker punch him in the 'nads. Otherwise we might have been kicked out of the Adventurer's Guild.""
Beedah lets out a sigh and takes a more conciliatory tone, ""I don't think that you're bad, Mistress Sarah, or stubborn either. I think that your sword master was a fine teacher in the battle skills department, but maybe you didn't talk much with him, or her, about whennotto draw your weapon. You're very eager to make a name for yourself as a new adventurer, but you're also very new at dealing with a 'bigger world' than what you're used to.""
Her head hangs down and Beedah apologizes, ""I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't mean to lecture you, especially in front of other people."""
814,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T19:45:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah shrugs ""it is what it is besides your right I guess I do need to stop acting like a princess and everything around me is mine and I can't get in trouble"" she says as she lays back and closes her eyes ""but either way I guess I might get some shut eye I don't know what the town we are heading to is like so I might rest now while I am off my feet and not exploring so wake me when we arrive or some dumbass tries to take our stuff unless you want the fun Beedah in that case I trust you to protect us"" she says and is soon lightly snoring as she is asleep in the wagon like the others"
815,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T20:08:00,Chartreux,"'... acting like a princess?' thinks Beedah. That would explain an awful lot, especially as Sarah intends to win the throne of the south. Perhaps the next time that they're alone Beedah will point out Sarah's slip of the tongue about her identity....
Beedah brightens up a bit. It seems like Sarah's forgiven her about the little lecture. The goblin woman answers as Sarah turns to rest, ""Mistress, if what you think of as 'fun' shows up, I will certainly wake you up so you can take it off my hands.""
As Marko drives the wagon, the small goblin woman moves close to his side and leans against him, in a kind of snuggle. He doesn't move away. ""Got any good stories, Master Marko?, to help pass the time?"" Beedah asks."
816,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-02-28T23:55:00,Sara4rp,"As Sarah sleeps and after about an hour she starts to have a dream of her childhood as she toss and turns in the back ""mom no why are you doing this mom dad why"" she says as she starts to sweat and cry in her sleep starting to move like she is struggling trying to escape something ""WHY' she shouts as she jolts up up soaked in sweat as she looks around painting hoping no one heard her or Marko would kick her and her goblin companion out of the wagon that they were taking as she swallows and decides to take a spell book out of her bag and starts to study trying to act like the nightmare she just had was nothing more then a bad dream"
817,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-01T23:54:00,Chartreux,"As she sits near 'Mister Magnificent' and listens to him tell her what turn out to be somewhat interesting tales, occasionally Beedah hears something like sleepy mumbling coming from Sarah's lips. It's not constant and sometimes Sarah is mostly quiet, so the goblin woman doesn't give it her full attention and doing so would be rude to Mr. Magnificent. However, at one point, she hears Sarah cry out in distress, 'Why?!?!'
To Beedah, it seems that Sarah's had a bad dream during her cat nap. She looks over her shoulder to see the newly awakened young human woman sheepishly composing herself, as if she's embarrassed over something. Beedah doesn't say anything, at first. When she was young, she was brought up that it wasn't considered good manners to ask about people's dreams unless they wanted to tell you about them.
Sarah has now pulled a book out of her pack and has begun to read to herself. This sparks the goblin's curiosity. ""What ya readin', Mistress?"" Beedah asks."
818,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-02T00:59:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah reads for a bit lost in thought till she hears the goblin girl speak to her as she looks up ""oh just learning a little about some magic it is nothing too big"" Sarah says as she as she goes back to reading her mind instead very focused on her dream she just and how the dream of the memory has affected her life and she quietly and under her breath mutters some curses towards her parents that her dream was about them she looks at the goblin after a min ""did anything happen while I was out of just the normal"" Sarah asks as she tries mainly to get something else to put on her mind"
819,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-03T01:17:00,Chartreux,"'Magic?' thinks Beedah, 'that's something else that a princess might know, too....' But little goblin woman decides that maybe she'll ask Sarah about magic when they are alone.
""Nothing out of the ordinary, Mistress Sarah,"" Beedah answers. ""Well, nothing beyond the realm of coincidence that is. It turns out that Mister Magnificent and his players are also going to Seaside City, near East Blue Bay. They'll let us ride with them until we need to leave the road. On the other hand we're ahead of schedule. We could ride into Seaside City with the wagons, look around a bit and then head out to the job. Whichever you prefer, Mistress."""
820,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-03T03:27:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah thinks about it for a sec not really thinking magic is only a Nobel thing but continues about her business as she keeps her eyes looking knowing that no one would attack this wagon unless there was something aboard that was of value which she expected is nothing as she nods ""ok yea that sounds like a good idea to look in town that will be fine"" she says and goes back to sitting against the wall of the wagon ""so what have y'all been doing hopefully nothing inappropriate"" Sarah asks as she pulls out her book again this time to actually study"
821,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-03T19:11:00,Chartreux,"Beedah considers jesting with Sarah about what might be 'inappropriate', but decides that the relationship between her and Sarah just might not be ready to receive Beedah's wild fabrications or sarcasm. Beedah replies with, ""'Inappropriate', Mistress Sarah? Why, I'm sure that I haven't the slightest inkling of what you mean.""
The goblin woman is still curious about Sarah's magic and hopes to spend some time alone with her to discuss the magic that the human uses. In her own limited time as a 'support adventurer', Beedah has heard of three different types of magic: inherited magical understanding & ability (which comes in varying degrees from forgettable to legendary), magical ability bestowed by an item (from a minor trinket to a mythical artifact) and clerical magic (which is gained through promises of service to a good or evil spirit or god). Having never been tested for magical ability or manifested any phenomenon, Beedah doubts that she would ever become much of a magician. If she ever found an item that gave her magical powers, with her luck it would probably be a cursed item. Any spirit or god wanting her to wield their divine (or infernal) power in the world would likely have to be kind of desperate to choose her as their prophet or miracle-worker. Still, she thinks, it would be nice to be able to do some small things, magically.
Before Sarah had awakened, Beedah discovered that Mr. Magnificent had a very nice singing voice. Now Beedah requested that he sing them a soft and sweet song. The song he then sang was a love story between a shepherd dog and a wolf. They both admired the other, but their love was never consummated. One night, her pack killed the sheepdog. She stayed by his corpse until the shepherd man found them and killed her. Their spirits run joyously together in the night.
The song was such that Beedah was moved to tears."
822,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-03T22:50:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah hears the song but does not fully embrace with the song as she is still deep in her studies as she tries to learn more about the magic she has and she goes in for about an hour then she closes her book and her eyes finally trying to see what the studying has done as she takes a deep breath and slowly start to mutter the incantation ""oh Lord of water the brings life to all be merciful to this pity soul and giver her your strength that so that she may be able to seek vengeance on those who strive to do harm to your creation"" Sarah mutters as she finishes her prayer and opens her eyes looking down as she hopes this works but to be safe tries not to do anything with her new power not wanting to scare anyone away or accidentally kill anyone innocent as she is sure that would be the last thing the god wants"
823,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-06T17:51:00,Chartreux,"A slight shudder momentarily runs down Beedah's spine and she feels a slight as if she's getting goosebumps. The young goblin knows that Sarah is studying magic, has the human cast a spell? Beedah hasn't quite ever 'felt' magic before, so why now? Perhaps it's because she relaxed and not fighting to stay alive? Fortunately, the shiver and the feeling of cold passes quickly.
If Beedah decides to say anything about it, Sarah will know that Beedah knows something about what the human is doing. Now the question becomes, in the long run will it be helpful to have Sarah know that it seems Beedahcanfeel magic, even if just a little. Well, they're working together and if it helps Sarah to know that she's having some kind of success, which will make her a better adventurer, then she should say something.
Beedah looks over her shoulder at Sarah and asks, ""How's the studying going, Mistress? Casting any spells back there?"""
824,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-06T20:27:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah looks at the goblin a little confused on why she is asking if she cast a spell as she nods ""yea I tried one small spell just to get the words familiar in my head you know what they say practice makes perfect but yea it was a small one to try and control some water and to try and get on the good side of the sea god but I won't try anything while around friends and companions so if your worried about safety then your as safe as long as I stay on his good side"" she says with a small smile and leans back against the wall of the wagon ""so how much longer till we get there"" she asks looking at Marko and the goblin"
825,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-09T03:44:00,Chartreux,"Nothing that Sarah has done (so far...) has given Beedah the impression that the goblin woman would be in any danger from Sarah. Sarah files away the feeling that she just experienced as maybe, 'neutral magic', as it didn't make her feel like praying to the higher or the lower powers.... The 'Sea God?' she wonders, after hearing Sarah's explanation..., curious, that....
""Nah, Mistress Sarah,"" Beedah replies, ""I wasn't worried at all!"" However, it's clear that she's thinking about something.
Sarah asked Beedah and Mr. Magnificent about how much longer would it take to get to Seaside City. Marko told them that they'd make camp tonight and when they started up again tomorrow that they'd likely arrive in Seaside City sometime between mid-morning and noon.
""Mmmm..., Mistress Sarah...,"" Beedah paused briefly and then asked, ""this Sea God, uh, it's not hard to stay on his good side, is it?"""
826,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-09T03:50:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah nods as she hears when they will arrive as she nods and looks at Beedah as she asks about the sea and she thinks for a sec then nods ""yea it is not too hard basically all it asks for is to respect all water and things with water"" she says with a smile ""why do you ask afraid I might anger him or something"" she asks with a little laughter as she heads back and sighs and starts to think about tonight at camp wondering where she should sleep either it is on her own like normal or try to sleep with the group or she could stay up on watch for the night but then sighs and through the thought away ""so what should we do till we make camp"" she asks now a little bored just sitting there"
827,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-10T19:59:00,Chartreux,"Taking some relief that Sarah seems to have a respectful attitude about the Sea God that she's invoking, Beedah relaxes and decides that what Sarah's doing isn't worth worrying about. ""Not anymore, Mistress Sarah,"" answers Beedah. ""I suppose that's just me, jumping a little at shadows. Still, a little caution when dealing with gods and powerful spirits isn't a bad thing, I think. You're being respectful of the Sea God, so I do think that you'll stay on his 'good side'.""
Beedah pauses, considering Sarah's question. She replies, ""Well, as for things to do, there's singing, or word games or storytelling. A bit hard to do much else until we make camp."" The goblin woman hesitates before continuing, ""I suppose that we could train a bit. With our packs on the wagon, we might more easily jog along on the side. Good for staying fit. Good for strength in charging the enemy. Good practice for running away from something a bit too strong to handle.""
It seemed that Sarah was considering the options that Beedah was presenting her with. ""What's your pleasure, Mistress Sarah?"" asks Beedah."
828,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-10T20:58:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah sits there and thinks about the options the goblin gave her as she sighs making up her mind after considering the option playing the word game could be fun but Sarah is not good at riddles and does not feel like having to kiss anyone or have them touch her at the moment not to say she doesn't like it she just doesn't want it at the moment, telling stories could be fun but then Sarah would probably have to come up with something on the spot to keep her past hidden if they go for real life experiences stories so that left the workout she hasn't had a lot of running in a while and some distance at a slow jog could help her and if she added some weight her her like a goblin holding a pack she could probably get a nice workout as she goes and grabs the goblins pack and tossed it to Beedah ""let's jog we will probably be a little behind the wagon but I should be able to keep up with you on my back"" she says as she heads to the back and stretches a little waiting for the goblin to hop on before she jumps out and starts to jog keeping up with the wagon only being about 10 feet behind"
829,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-10T21:53:00,Chartreux,"""Wot?"" Beedah answers and then asks, ""Let me be sure what you're saying, Mistress. You want to run, with me riding piggyback on you and with me having my backpack on me?"" The young goblin woman wonders if maybe Sarah's spell to the Sea God had anything to do with strength. ""I just want to be clear.""
'As long as she doesn't fall or drop me,'Beedah thinks, 'this might be fun! I haven't had a good piggyback ride in years!'"
830,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-10T23:50:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah looks at the goblin and smiles ""yea on my back I normal carry about 220 when I jog when I train so I should be able to hold you no sweat unless your pack and you combine to like 3 400 pounds I should be fine and able to keep up"" she says smiling as waits"
831,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-17T05:49:00,Chartreux,"Beedah hadn't weighed herself in a while. She imagined that both she and her sixty pound pack might come close to one-hundred-fifty or just a little shy of that number. The young goblin woman grinned, ""Oh, nothin' like that I'm certain.""
So she straps her pack on her back, it's a tad bit tricky on the moving wagon, moves behind the human girl and reaches up to put her hands on Sarah's shoulders. Beedah tells Sarah that she's going to count to three, then jump to Sarah's back and put her knees to the left and right of Sarah's torso.
""One..., two..., three!"" and Beedah manages to leap to the middle of Sarah's back. She shouts, ""Yee! Haw!"""
832,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-17T13:02:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah sits there and waits for the goblin to hop on then when she does Sarah laughs a little butting her hands under Beedahs legs for support then she looks over her shoulder ""ok here we go"" Sarah says and hops out of the moving wagon stumbling a little bit nothing to much as she turns and starts to run keeping up with the wagon pretty well as she focuses on what's Infront of her not thinking about the weight on her back or anything else then keeping up with the wagon and the rest of her stuff"
833,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-27T07:56:00,Chartreux,"Riding on Sarah's back, Beedah's memories transport her back to the days living with her Mum and following the camps. 'Master Rehnk', with his peg leg, had never given her so smooth a ride upon his back as Sarah was now. Sarah's efforts were much faster, but Beedah had been smaller and the rides both then and now made Beedah's cares and worries disappear for the duration.
The goblin woman laughed like a child. She urged Sarah to greater speed, saying, ""Faster! Horsey! Faster!"""
834,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-03-27T14:11:00,Sara4rp,Sarah starts to laugh as she hears the goblin want to go faster but Sarah knew it would be better if they kept that pace up and did not go faster as she kept running for a couple hours then they decided to stop for the night so Sarah put the goblin down and went to go help set up the camp with a fire to cook as Sarah sits down sweating a little from the run and leans back letting the cool air cool her off while she rested for a bit then she got up and got some food and started to eat as she kept an eye and ear out for something to approach the camp that was not suppose to
835,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-04-01T20:43:00,Chartreux,"The goblin woman was having a lovely time, helping Sarah train by riding the human woman. It was a good, long ride..., maybe a bit more that what Beedah was ready for as her muscles were generally not used for simply hanging on for an extended time. Who knew that acting like a sack of potatoes was such hard work? Still, Beedah resolved to help Sarah train as she wished. Beedah's life might someday depend on Sarah's strength.
Traveling with the players was nice. Mr. Magnificent had found himself entertained by both Beedah and, to some extent, Sarah, so the players shared their food with the girls at no charge.
Beedah brought her own meal over to where Sarah sat. The human ate, but was looking a bit wary, as if she something was bothering her.
Beedah sat down next to Sarah and asked, ""What ya thinkin' about?"", not bothering to say, 'Mistress', as no one else was near them."
836,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-04-01T21:08:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah takes a deep breath as she eats and looks at the goblin ""just listening to the music of the forest and also if anyone comes our way I would like to know there are there before they know about us"" she says and smiles as she finishes eating and stands up streatching ""well I guess I better wash up don't want to be snelled before they see me"" she says with a giggle and grabs some extra cloths and heads to a nearby pond to wash up for the night"
837,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-04-07T08:15:00,Chartreux,"Beedah decides to follow Sarah at a discreet distance. Sarah likely might think that Beedah was spying on her and maybe trying to see the human naked. She doesn't know exactly 'why', but reckons that since the human woman is a little newer to adventuring than she is that it might be a good idea to watch over her, 'just in case'. Beedah was also curious about if Sarah was going to wade into the pond or just wipe herself down with wet cloth.... 'Oh, shit!' the goblin woman thought. It could be 'too late' but in this current environment what Sarah was likely doing wasn't necessarily a fatal mistake.
If Beedah was going to see Sarah naked, at least Beedah thought that she had a good excuse."
838,The adventure begins,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventure-begins.27124/,2023-04-07T23:05:00,Sara4rp,"Sarah gets to the pond side and strips nude not knowing the goblin girl was watching Sarah also decides to swim a little for exercise but doesn't go too deep as she does know creatures can lurk in the bottom of lakes and ponds ready to swallow up unsuspecting prey or drag them to the bottom to never be seen again after some time Sarah hears something in the woods ""who is there"" she calls out covering her boobs as she looks expecting Marko or some other guy to come out of the woods and admit to peeping on her"
839,The Adventures of a Cryptozoolgist,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-adventures-of-a-cryptozoolgist.20655/,2021-03-21T22:41:00,Busterbugs,"This is a open rp where you are a female cryptozoologist and I’m your new assistant and when on the hunt for mythical creatures and when you find them you get into kinky trouble with them. I would play as the male assistant and male creatures and you could be the cryptozoologist and the females creatures. If any ladies are interested in this, post a photo of your character and a reply. Zac glanced excitedly at the woods surrounding his truck as he drove down the dirt path. It was his first day working for Miss Brice as her assistant and they were on the hunt for a unknown creature that had been seen several times near a large lake, by boaters and fishers of a small mountain town that was deep in the California redwoods. The young man ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to make it half way decent. He was excited to by this chance to see a Crypto himself and to see Miss Brice for the first time after talking with her online. She had been out earlier at the lake, setting up camp and had told him to meet her there.
He looked again at the thick forest he was driving through. The outdoors was calming for him, having spent a lot of time with his father in them. His dad was a ex navy seal and a lifelong hunter and he had taught his son everything he could about tracking, fighting and being aware of his surroundings, which is what helped him get this job.
After a hour more of driving the 18 year old reached the end of the road. It was a good two hour hike to the large lake the sightings came from here over pretty rough terrain, but for this adventurous young man it sounded fun. Zac jumped out, glad to be on his feet again and moved to the back of the truck to gather his large backpack filled with the supplies they needed to camp for the few days they planned on staying there. He started walked and got to the lake a bit before dusk."
840,The Button,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-button.24863/,2022-05-01T02:51:00,NoSafeword,"Derrick sat at one of the empty bar stools, feeling a mixture of eagerness and apprehension about what he was about to do. The place was modestly busy for a Saturday night, but it was early yet and he’d heard rumor that as the night progressed, it became one of the hottest spots around. It was an odd choice in a way, to choose a busy public establishment, but he had no way of knowing what would really happen, and thought of trying it there seemed more reasonable somehow than trying it at home all alone.
The package had been left on his doorstep the previous day, and only had two words written on the seamless brown paper surrounding it. That in itself was a nifty little trick, he thought. It sat on his counter for a while as he stared at it, trying to figure out whether or not to open it.The Button, scrawled on one side, or was it the top, wherever, didn’t make any sense to him. Finally, he dragged a blade through the paper and tore it free. Inside was a simple, black felt box like you’d get at any generic jewelry store, and a card.
Wear the ring and press the button
You’ll be teleported to another location
Someone will join you moments later
He felt fairly certain that it wouldn’t work, that it was probably just going to give him a little zap of electricity from a tiny capacitor or something, which would at least be better than nothing happening at all. But if it did work–well that was almost too hard to imagine, yet he couldn't stop feeling excited by the possibilities of who he might meet.
Derrick pulled the box from his pocket and sat it on the polished surface of the bar. Carefully he opened the lid and removed the gold ring from inside. It was a simple gold band that had a tiny recessed gold button on it that would’ve been difficult to detect if he hadn’t known to look for one. After trying to put the ring on several different fingers, it finally slipped on his left pinky. He intended to push the button right away, but found that he was hesitant. If the card was to be believed, he could end up anywhere. It was equally exciting and terrifying.Stop being a pussy, Derrick!He pressed the button.
There was no flash of light or weird sounds, he simply had the sensation that he’d become lost in thought, and then suddenly snapped out of it. It had absolutely worked! He was in a kitchen he’d never seen before, sitting at a kitchen table. It was quiet other than the sound of the refrigerator. The place was clean yet obviously lived in, and he started to think about how someone might react to finding him, a complete stranger, in their kitchen. Trying not to worry, and remembering that he could just press the button again if shit got too real, too fast, he decided to wait and see.
Derrick noticed that there were two polaroid pictures, both face dawn, laying on the table in front of him. He suddenly found it hard to swallow. Something didn’t seem right. Something other than having just teleported into a strangers house. It felt important to know what the pictures were ofbefore anyone else arrived. And exactly how long was ‘a few moments later’ anyway? But what if he looked at the picture at the same moment someone came in? Sweat began beading on his forehead. Deciding that his first instinct was the correct one, he reached for one of the photos, and the door across the kitchen opened."
841,The Camping Trip,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-camping-trip.16895/,2020-06-20T21:55:00,TheWanderers,"Information: Looking for some one to play the Mother (40+ in age). She will not realize its her son until penetration, giving her quite the system shock. If curious, send me a PM and we can discuss in further detail. All characters are (18+) and in college or above.
Andrew was not a happy camper.
In fact, Andrew was an angry, fuming, dripping wet camper!
Torn from his quiet, peaceful, technology filled world by his parents, their idea of exposing him to new things had backfired horribly on them. It was the beginning of Spring Break and his father - Peter, always the outdoorsman - had decided that his video game loving, antisocial son could use some real world experiences and get out for a bit. The first day had been a short once once they had arrived at the river. Oh, right...they weren't just hiking and camping, they were canoeing down a river and camping - to 'build character and muscle'. The second day had been more of the same, just longer, leaving his hands sore from paddling - they weren't used to hard things! - and shoulders too. Today, though, their second full day (Sunday) had turned into a nightmare.
Some poor guidance and a strong current had pushed their canoe into some overhanging branches, tipping it and everything in it out. Andrew had been in charge of securing his own gear and tent in the Canoe, using the knots his father had taught. Alas, he had failed miserably, and watched in dismay as most of his belongings for the trip floated away down river never to be seen again. It took some time of spluttering around in the river before they were able to get out onto the back, right their canoe, and get back in it. This was the only time Andrew was happy to paddle, using the motion to warm his now drenched and cold body.
They made it to their next campsite with no further issues and got a fire going as soon as they could. Only the food, his parents tent, and a few blankets had remained unscathed from the water. They hung what clothes they could to dry and huddled around the fire themselves, trying to warm and dry too. Dinner was eaten in silence, warming them briefly from the inside out, before it was determined time to make the best of it and go to bed.
Andrew was horrified, forced to strip naked to get out of wet clothes before getting into the tent with his equally naked parents! He squeezed into the corner, as far away from his mother as he could get without slipping out from under the blanket, or pressing up against the tent. He had learned the hard way on the first night that condensation collected at the top of the tent and ran down the sides, making them wet. It had been a rude awakening! Eventually, however, Andrew dozed off to sleep.
He awoke with a start. Without his watch - it had not been waterproof afterall! - he had no idea what time it was. What he was aware of was the warmth radiating from his mother's body against his own. In the night they had both apparently shifted until he was spooning against her back. But that wasn't what had caused him to wake. Oh no, he had awoken because his cock had hardened in the night and was now pressing right up against his mothers ass.
Andrew had never been naked with another person before. He had also never kissed a girl before. So he was very acutely aware of just where his naked cock was, how hard and erect it was, and how the warmth and friction of it pressing against his mothers ass felt. GOOD. He bit his lip and tried to determine if she was awake and aware of him as well. She was not so he gingerly decided to make the best of the situation - it was not everyday your hot MILF of a mom was naked beside you with your cock pressed against her!
Andrew slowly began to gyrate his hips, rubbing the length of his cock along the crack of her ass. His hairy balls pressed pleasantly against the curve of her ass close to where it met the back of her thighs. He bit his lip to keep from making some noise. It appeared his mother was a sound sleeper so he bravely put a hand on her hip, under the blanket that covered them both up to their shoulders. She showed no signs of waking so he started to grind against her with a little more force and speed. Curiosity soon got the better of him as well - his hand sliding up her side to reach under over her arm to plant his hand lightly on one of her breasts. He had longed imagined what a breast would feel like and now he was finding out!"
842,The Clause,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-clause.17915/,2020-08-17T07:50:00,Kaila Sharp,"
When Sybilla decided to take on a male roommate to help cut the costs of the rent and utilities she was barely able to keep up with, she thought she could handle it when they came up with their roommate agreement a few months ago. Being from a small town where it was hard to keep secrets from those around you, she found living in the city a welcome relief to her normally shy, bookish personality. Yes, the guy she decided on for being her roommate was more extroverted and a bit of a flirt at times, but that didn’t mean anything to her as she always brushed it off as pity flirting. Hell, one of the clauses in the roommate agreement was that the two of them could at any moment decide to cash in any favors for anything related to intimacy when he got her to reveal her overall inexperience with anything below the belt, and there was that time he managed to leave her a wand to use (which she knew because he had laughed at how quickly her face turned scarlet upon witnessing her open it up), which resulted in her not being able to speak to him for a few days. Lately, she began to feel a sort of attraction towards him, and as a result, she was feeling tempted to picture him pleasuring her like he did the few one-night stands she’d happened to overhear in the middle of the night. Sybil didn’t know how to really approach the topic with him to begin with, and since it was the weekend for both of them when it came to work, she began to work up the nerve to bring it up right as she heard the door open, revealing that he was back from work while the sound of a single pair of footsteps revealed that he hadn’t tried to stray from the route home to pick up another girl.
“Hey!” Sybilla managed to dial back her glee at having her roommate to herself tonight, and her outfit from her work was still on, hugging her body in a way that inadvertently showed off that her naturally slender frame had some curves to it. The sapphire colored button down had a short collar with medium length sleeves, and the pencil length raven skirt made her feel more exposed since she managed the servers at a local hotspot of a restaurant, though the closed-toe wedge heels gave her a bit of a height boost that cut their normally at least six inch height difference closer to being in half. Her hair was recently released from the messy bun she’d always worn while on the clock, and it was clear that she’d just barely made it home before him. “The dinner rush hit sooner than expected, and since the day was busier than normal, I was thinking about just getting some food for delivery tonight.” She managed to walk over to him to help with keeping the entryway of their two bedroom house clean, and yet she felt her face heat up as she accidentally grazed his inner thigh when reaching down to grab his shoes for him. “I swear, that wasn’t intentional... unless you would rather want it that way...” The awkwardness in her voice was clearly present, and it was at that moment she wished that she could hide in her room and forget about what just took place. Yet when Sybil made the decision to look him in the eye about this instead of normally attempting to hide her face, she couldn’t place the way he was looking at her as a result.
“Sorry, I... I shouldn’t have said it like that...”
Just kill me now, otherwise I’ll never be able to ask about that clause you forced me to put in when we started living together..."
843,The Clause,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-clause.17915/,2020-08-29T20:45:00,Kaila Sharp,Bump.
844,The Clause,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-clause.17915/,2020-09-03T04:19:00,Kaila Sharp,Bump.
845,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2022-05-01T17:23:00,Chrystal Dark,"Commuters are a strange breed. I say that with due humility because I am one, but I like to think I'm not a typical commuter by any means. For one thing I'm just a little under six foot tall which is high for a woman. I'm big built too, muscle not fat, on top of a skeleton that usually earns the descriptor ""Big Boned"", and with a figure that has been described as ""curvaceous"". So I stand out regardless. Rather than seeing this as a thing to avoid, I capitalise on it. I'm coffee-skinned and have that tight frizzy hair that goes with having at least one African somewhere in my ancestry. But I bleach it to a sort-of butter yellow and keep it buzzed off to a number 1 length.
This alone gives most people the clues they need. On top of that I tend to wear bright colours, reds, blues, yellows, oranges. I don't wear white much because it's too pure, too virginal. I do wear black, but only if it's skin-tight and shiny or covered in spangles.
Compare this to the average commuter: Grey or dark blue business suits, blow-dried hair, neck ties for the men, often pony-tails for the women. Of course there are exceptions but they are few and far between.
The other thing about commuters is their behaviour. Always polite, always saying pardon or excuse me as they jostle each other and push just those extra few feet into the railway carriage. But the ones sitting down, they have the longest journey and got on when the train was still mostly empty, and they will never surrender their seats, not to an old person, not to a pregnant woman and definitely not to another commuter - old folk and pregnant women and parents with young kids shouldn't be travelling at peak time, is how the commuters see it.
And woe betide anyone who sits in ""their"" seat! They sit (or stand) in the same place day after day, read their paper or book, or sleep, some eat breakfast (although that is frowned on by the rest). Smoking is a thing of the past of course, but you can always tell the smokers, usually chewing on a pen or something.
And no-one says anything to anyone else. Not a word. Except for the odd ""excuse me"" as people try to move into the little space that's left. Everyone is pressed up against everyone too. Most people keep their hands to themselves of course, but I did once catch a hand groping my thigh. I may or may not have broken his finger, but he won't do that to me again.
But that was the thing, he didn't even yelp as I twisted his finger all the way back and I said nothing too. I'm certain that, if I were to try groping someone, that nothing would be said and I would probably get away with it. Grope a man? Ugh, no. Didn't the hair tell you? I'm as butch as they come. And there's this cute little brunette who gets on at the stop after me and always tries to stand near me, probably because she thinks she'll be safer that way. She's a bit of a dork to look at, but she's not one of the mindless conformist sheep, at least her clothes are pretty.
So, there I am, back to the far-side doors, that won't open until we get to the terminus, and then only if we're on the wrong platform. I'm wedged nicely into the corner facing the doors that will open, with at the moment enough space around me to move. My back pack is on the floor between my feet, where I can get at it if I need to.
The train slows into the last station before the half-hour long run into the terminus and I look eagerly to see if my intended target is there waiting on the platform as the doors slide open with a soft hiss of compressed air."
846,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-02T23:45:00,Dearestmine,"Why is my life always about rushing into everything, all the time? I was in such a rush to get out of my small town I figured anything had to be better than where I started. Took up computer science because it was a safe bet and a quick program to finish. New York was a total bust and a waste of ridiculous amounts of money for an education I could have garnered on YouTube, but the nightlife had been amazing when I could sneak away to a spot no one knew me. I’d been too chickenshit to truly make the most of it due to fear of someone I knew finding me out, but with a whole ocean between me and anyone I’ve ever known, I figured I’d have my shot.
On the contrary, I hadBollocks. What a great word.
I haven’t had a chance to do anything but go to work and go to bed in the month and a half I’ve lived here.
The trains in the UK weren’t too different from New York in the good ways– generally on time (in my experience anyway, lucky me!) Thankfully the difference in the bad weighed in my favor. I really didn’t have to worry about gun violence, or getting pushed into the tracks when I had the audacity to cut the queue so I could get a good spot in the train car. Let me be that rude American if I have to, I guess. I’m not going to lose my job over being too polite. That was the limit to my bravery, though. Did I mention I’m a chickenshit?
For the first week I bounced around from different train cars because holy shit the commuters were territorial! I thought folks were supposed to be polite out here, but in reality they’re just quietly rude. And then there was that one guy who definitely grabbed my ass. Never went back to the rear car after that bullshit. My cowardly behavior came in on my third week of train commuting when I saw, no shit, the most attractive human I’ve ever seen in my damn life. She was tall, curvy, stylish, and just had this aura of Not To Be Fucked With. I don’t even know why I’ve been trying for the last couple of weeks to stand with her. What felt like a dog chasing a car, not knowing what I’d do if I ever caught one. It was hard to get through the crowd, even if I was smaller than most of the commuters. 5’2” and thin, I got teased plenty for being “Top Heavy” from an early age, but it didn’t make me clumsy. Even in the heels I wore I could still sprint to the train station; and sprint I did.
I used my small size and endearing looks to my advantage to weasel my way to the front of the queue to be one of the first people on the train at my station. Even disheveled I knew I had a forgivable face. I caught my reflection in the shop windows while I ran to the train, mentally mother fucking myself the whole way for hitting the Snoozes button the third time. My dark hair was still damp. I ditched the bra instead of wearing one that didn’t suit my outfit so my blue top looked pressed and ready, but my skirt had wrinkled and I hadn’t had time to press it. I felt like a trainwreck, so of course today was the day I actually got what I wanted.
It was a miracle I got to the platform before the train arrived. I really didn’t want to end up in the rear train car, and by luck I didn’t. Even luckier still, that Glamazon looking woman was in her usual spot and there was space near her, as if some invisible barrier kept folks away. I tried not to look thrilled and mentally blamed my warm skin on the run as I wiggled my way through bodies, letting the press of the crowd making their way into the train help propel me forward until I was over in the corner by the doors. I was grateful for the pole I could grab onto since the overhead handholds were just too tall for me. I took my cue from the taller woman and dropped my satchel between my feet rather than have it bump me around. The 15” laptop and extra hard drives were heavy on my shoulder. Once the train started to move and I felt steady on my feet, I took a moment to braid my hair and tried to peek at the woman behind me through the reflection on the doors' windows. The train was especially crowded today which made me feel caged in, but that wasn’t abnormal really."
847,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-04T15:30:00,Chrystal Dark,"So Cute. I smiled as the cuddledork pushed her way onto the extra full carriage. I didn't know if there was a reason the train was extra full today. I always got on at the third coach from the front because that was where the exit to the tube was at the main terminus, part way down the platform so we don't have to go out through the ticket barriers and back in again. Our eyes met for a split second but she looked away before I could wink at her.
She turned her back after boldly going where no man had gone before, crossing the final frontier into my personal space. It was odd really, there was usually a decent sized breathing room left around me, probably because I do have this intimidating look, a ""don't fuck with me"" appearance that tends to make people keep their distance. All except for my little cutie, who slotted herself into a gap between me and a short but rotund fellow in a bowler hat. (And yes people do still wear bowler hats!) He looked a bit surprised and actually took a half step backwards, to give her more space.
The door warning sounded and the doors closed with a hiss, click and thud, and we were off on the last half hour (or so) of the journey, non-stop into the city.
Cutie leaned against the partition between the standing area and the back of the nearest seats, and braided her long mousey-brown but luxuriously thick hair that honestly I was longing to take hold of and pull! I caught her eye briefly in the reflection in the opposite door - being tall has a lot of advantages. She refocussed almost instantly, looking through the glass at the scenery rushing past beyond it rather than at it and my reflection, but not quickly enough that I didn't notice. And then someone shifted their position and I lost sight of her reflection.
Now I swear to the Goddess, the first time was a complete accident. I mean I was always thinking about doing something to this cute little waif with the oversized torso, but thinking and doing are two different things. See, about five kilometres out from the station she boarded at, there's a junction. Two tracks come swinging in from the left, cross underneath the left-hand track that our train is on and rise up between the two.
And from that point on there are four tracks heading into the city. Why four? Two fast and two slow. The outer two tracks have platforms at every station and the stopping trains call at them. The inner two tracks don't. But our train is on the outer left-hand track, a slow track. And there are at least three slow trains in front of us that we are going to get stuck behind, right? So the people in the signalling centre change a couple of sets of points so that we get switched to the inner left-hand track.
Yes the train slows a bit for this but it's still going about 50 kmh or 30 mph, more than enough, if you aren't expecting it, to spill your coffee as the train suddenly slews to the right and straightens up. I was hanging from an overhead strap by my right hand, and everyone swayed to one side then the other, and my left hand that was just dangling loose by my side came into contact with the soft curve of the shorty's backside.
Just for a moment, less than a second, but I felt an unexpected jolt through my nerves from that random contact. I have no idea what that jolt was. I am pretty sure it was just my imagination. I suppose it could have been a static charge off her skirt, but it didn't feel like electricity. It felt like sex. And I definitely wanted to do it again."
848,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-04T19:25:00,Dearestmine,"Wanting to be near taller woman, other than my own masochistic gay panic, had to do with wanting to enjoy the perimeter that seemed to radiate around her. I got exactly what I wanted when the portly man with the bowler had gave me space. Luck was clearly in my favor today. Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket? My brain went empty for a second when I caught Tall, Tan, and Gorgeous's eye in the window. My eyes snapped away so fast I almost got dizzy.
My brain when we made eye contact: Ooop! I didn't mean to catch her eyes. Did she notice? Shit... Trees. Just look at trees... but Damn it she's so pretty. Fuckin hell I'm a DORK. Whyyyyy.
I couldn't help but remember trying to flirt and failing miserably back in New York. You would think going for your own gender would be easier, but nope. How do you know when a girl is giving you a complement as a platonic thing, or if its flirty? God skipped me with the Gaydar, apparently. What if this woman was just really cool and edgy, not queer? Why did it even matter? There was no way someone like her would be interested in someone like me. She could break me in half!
I nearly forgot how to finish my braid and had to undo the portion I'd stumbled on because I'd concentrated too hard on trying to look past her instead of at her. So of course I focused so hard on that, that when the slow-down came - as it didevery damn day -I wasn't ready for it.
""Sorry,"" I mumbled as I stumbled back half a step, failing to catch the pole I had previously used for support since my hands were tangled in my hair. I bumped right back into her and realized I'd forgotten to put on stockings because I could feel the smooth fabric of her pants -- where they jeggings? God I'm fashion missing -- andOh My God did I imagine planting my ass right in her hand? I totally imagined that. Had to have. God didn't hate me that much, right?
I must have looked liked I'd gotten electrocuted I stood up so damn straight once I'd righted myself. I did a count to ten and forced myself to not look so uptight and forced a more relaxed posture, planting my feet better so that the next train movement wouldn't send me reeling again, but when I glanced at myself in the reflection, my face was red and my eyes were too bright.
Shit. "
849,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-11T01:21:00,Chrystal Dark,"The way the brunette slumped against me was perfect. I had no idea that was going to happen and my hand accidentally groping her backside was an unexpected bonus. But now I had tasted of the forbidden fruit and I wanted more. The younger woman had apologised softly for loosing her balance, which was fairly normal English politeness, except I'm sure I caught a touch of accent - she'd saidSarriinstead ofSorry.Not that it mattered. I wasn't planning to take her to dinner. I'd probably never see her again. She most likely wouldn't say anything because I'm such an imposing figure of a woman, that I could probably snap her like a twig if I wanted, and she would know it. So if I did get myself some more touchie-feelies, probably the only consequence would be that she would go stand somewhere else on the train from now on.
But how to do it...? Could I be bold and just grab her arse like that guy tried with me that one time? But if I did that, she might make a noise and other people might notice, which frankly would ruin the game. No, best to take it slow and easy. There was still a good twenty minutes left when I slowly and carefully brushed the back of my left index finger down the gentle curve of her skirt. I waited for a reaction, then did it again exactly the same.
A couple of minutes later the train juddered over another junction, not changing track this time, but the carriage swayed on it's suspension. I was ready, and deliberately swung myself forward, placed my left hand on her left hip and brought her bottom into contact with my leather covered thighs. I held her there for just one second, then lt go and moved back.
Just one second but a lot longer than I should have kept the contact for if it was accidental. Now to see if she reacts."
850,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-11T07:10:00,Dearestmine,"Was she closer? She was definitely closer. Should I move? No, that'd be weird.
I went from over-analyzing how close we were to justHead Empty. Error 404: thoughts not found.
See, I thought I imagined a light touch the first time. It could have just been her shifting her weight and totally accidental. But then then it happened a second time, and I glanced into the reflection in the train window again to see if she was adjusting herself or otherwise occupying her hands to make her move that way, but I didn't see anything other than her just staring into the middle-distance like everyone else. I brushed it off, thinking that I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Except then the train hit a junction and then her --absolutely fabulous -- body was against mine, and that in itself wouldn't have been athat big a deal, except Idefinitely did not imagine her grabbing my hip and guiding me into her with the motion of the train. It was just for a second, though. Maybe she really had lost her balance? It didn't seem likely; she was build like a brick shithouse.
When I looked into the window to see if maybe she was just having a clumsy day, I saw her looking right at me and had to look away. She was so intense! Intensely hot, anyway. And here I was, blushing from my chest to my ears and wishing I hadn't braided my hair so I could hide in the brunette curtain like a kid afraid to take the stage.
Jesus fucking Christ how much longer to the city station?
All I could think was this woman is either thinking that I'm some kind of 'phobe or a virginal, meek thing too scared to make eye contact! Which okay maybe it was a true assessment but she didn't know that.
I tried to look casual but I couldn't quite cool the blush from my face."
851,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-18T22:46:00,Chrystal Dark,"It's difficult to judge the colour of someone's face in the reflection in a transparent pane of glass, even more so when the view beyond the glass keeps changing at around 170 Km/h. But I could swear she was bushing bright pink. She definitely noticed, and the expression on her face in the window was socute! she refused to make eye contact, which told me something: She was either terrified of me, or she was afraid of herself and her reaction.
Something I hadn't anticipated came to mind. Was this cute little woman actuallyenjoying the attention? I cupped te palm of my left hand against her left buttock, a gentle but firm pressure, consistent this time. I wanted to see what she would do. Would she pull away, would she ignore the contact, would she brush my hand off with hers, or (and this was the least likely, but I could dream!) would she press her backside into my hand?
The train sped on through the warm morning sunshine. Predictions were for a hot dry summer again. The comute had been horrendous last year and would probably be just as bad this year too. Fifteen minuted to go..."
852,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-19T20:14:00,Dearestmine,"It didn't take a great amount of mental gymnastics to brush off the previous contact as accidental or my own imagination, but this time there was no way around it. Whilegrabmay have been a strong way to phrase the current level of physical contact, she absolutely was palming my ass. The absolute glamazon of a woman I have been ogling for the better part of a month had her hand on my ass. In broad daylight. Oh. My. God. Did she squeeze? I had to have imagined that. Except her hand was still there!!
I looked at my feet, terrified to meet her gaze in the window again, concentrating on the nude pink polish on my toes instead of the practically magenta blush that was heating my neck to my ears. I am definitely NOT concentrating on the warm hand on my --oh for fucks sakewhy am I kidding myself.What the fuck do I do?!If I move away, I could draw attention. But if I don't, does that make me some exhibitionist weirdo? No weirder than the person actually playing grab-ass with a total stranger, I guess. I wasn't at all accepting of thatmanpulling this same move in the other train car. Why was this any different?! Well, obviously it was different-- she's HOT and men are boring. Double standard, sure, but I'm not prepared to make a commotion for equality's sake. And even less so for my own sake. And to be totally honest with myself I have never felt like anyone so totally out of my league had any interest in me. What the hell was I supposed to do here? Well, for propriety I knew what Ishoulddo but there was just no way.
I fidgeted with my braid and did nothing but stare at my toes. Yup. Nothing. I'd do nothing. How far could she really take it anyway? How far would Ilether?"
853,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-19T22:10:00,Chrystal Dark,"No outward reaction...? My little cutie had a number of options available to her. Most extreme, she could do what the women's self defence people teach. It's actually supposed to be a defence against getting groped by men in similar situations, and you're supposed to grab the guy's hand, lift it above your head and say in a loud voice ""Who's dirty little hand is this?""
I've never seen it done, but I understand that it would definitely work on a certain type of male. But you would have to be the right sort of girl to do it. Basically like me and not like this cute and clearly bashful young brunette.
Second option would be to move away. This too would draw attention, but less so. People rarely move from their spot in these crowded coaches, unless it's to get off at an intermediate stop. Which on this train there are none. There are allegedly toilets at both ends of the carriage but it would take a brave person to try and get to one from the middle, and she would need to relinquish her handhold and try to find another one that wasn't already taken...
Third option is basically what I did that one time, which is a toned down version of the first option, grab a finger and twist, bend, pull, something to cause pain. For that to work though, you need to be stronger than the other person.
Then fourth there's the hi-tech option: Get out your phone and video the hand that's groping, pan up to the person's face. That gives you evidence to show to the BTPs, to have the molester arrested for assault. And believe me if I spotted any move towards a phone by anyone nearby I was going to stop straight away. But everyone around was still quietly minding their own business and bouncy-brown-braid was staring at the floor and fiddling with her split-ends.
She had clearly elected for option five, Ignore it and hope it goes away. Which frankly, has never worked in the history of predator and prey, once the prey has been targeted by the predator. It only works if the prey is still hidden, camouflaged like the flat-chested blonde in the grey business suit standing about a metre away. Had she noticed? She was looking very deliberately the other way, but that meant nothing.
But my non-camouflaged cutie was my target, not the blonde. I kept my hand there for about five minutes, gently rubbing and squeezing. I was confident now, there would be no outward reaction, no move to stop me. Whether the young woman was too shy or too scared to try, or whether she was actually enjoying it, I had no way of knowing. But with only ten minutes left of the trip I made a bold move. My back was against the doors behind me so I had support against the swaying of the train. I removed my right hand from the strap and placed it very deliberately on Brunette's other arse cheek.
There could be no doubt whatsoever now, I was committed and my cutie was equally committed as I carefully pulled her skirt up and took hold of her arse cheeks through the thin silky material of her panties.
I held them, squeezing, my index fingers finding the hot and slightly damp gusset which I began to tease.
""Ladies and Gentlmen we will shortly be arriving at the London Terminus. When leaving the train, please make sure you have all your personal belongings with you, and thank you for travelling with us this morning.""
The train jolted over a set of points, and began to slow. I glanced out of the window opposite and saw the familiar buildings of the city. I let go of my prey and bent down to get my backpack. All around people were moving, standing up , getting bags and cases from overhead racks, shuffling a few inches closer towards the doors, putting books and laptops away...
The train slowed into the station and I noticed that we were on the correct platform so the doors behind me wouldn't open. The doors on the far side clicked and hissed open as the train stopped smoothly and with barely a lurch, people moved towards the doors and before I lost her in the crowd, I bent forward and whispered ""See you tomorrow,"" in Brunette's ear."
854,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-20T01:55:00,Dearestmine,"While I knew that playing dead or freezing didn't actually work for bears or wildcats -- a very real and present danger back home-- I thought for a moment it could work for human predators. Didn't they get off on resistance? Maybe just men. I know for me I'd much rather someone be into it than not, but I also wasn't what I, or really anyone, would consider an aggressor, let alone a predator. To be fair I'm not even sure what I wanted. Did I want her to stop? Did I want her to keep going?No way she had two hands on my ass now.Doing nothing certainly wasn't a deterrent, so my next logical step should have been to pull away... but I didn't. I mean, it was just over my skirt anyway. Was there really any harm? What would even happen if I addressed it that would have any kind of desirable outcome, anyway? What the hell was a desirable outcome h--
Oh my god she she's pulling up my skirt
My back straightened to the point where I felt a pull behind my left shoulder blade when she lifted my skirt out of the way and then her hands were on my skin, barely impeded by my panties and only me and God knew how equally terrified and turned on I was in that moment. There weren't words. I couldn't stop the small, sharp intake of breath when her fingers dipped low and goosebumps rose on my skin.
How the hell did no one notice this?!There wasn't a soul looking in our direction. Was that on purpose?! It had to be statistically impossible that no one looked in this direction! And yet there I was, receiving what was frankly the hottest massage of my pathetic life.
""Ladies and Gentlmen we will shortly be arriving at the London Terminus. When leaving the train, please make sure you have all your personal belongings with you, and thank you for travelling with us this morning.""
I didn't realize I'd held my breath until she let go of me and a whoosh of air passed my lips. Everyone was gathering their things and making ready to leave and I still stuck like a deer in the headlights. Or, maybe I was the headlights because my nipples were tight against my blouse. I could almost believe I had imagined the whole ordeal-- maybe I just had a vivid daydream-- but then she spoke to me and I could have died right there.
""See you tomorrow""
Dear God of All Lost Gays, hervoice. It should have been illegal to be literal sin in skin AND have a voice like that. The accent would have been enough to make me swoon but Christ on a Ritz Cracker she could read me the phone book and I'd melt. If I thought I'd never see her again, her saying those 3 simple words completely threw that idea right out the window. When she walked past me, I realized I needed to hurry my ass up and get off the train. I had to get to work! I bent at the knees to grab my bag and headed out to the platform. I didn't look up as I hurried out of the station and damn-near sprinted to work, least anyone see my blush, or worse, had seen what I'd allowed."
855,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-25T17:41:00,Chrystal Dark,"I got away with it. No-one said anything, no heavy hand landed on my shoulder, no-one insisted I come with them to answer questions. When I got to the office the first thing I did was head to the ladies and rub one out as quietly as I could. I spent the rest of the day as bored as ever, shuffling paperwork, crammed into a cubicle and feeling like Bob Parr, AKA Mr Incredible, while he was working for Gilbert Huph at Insuricare... (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch The Incredibles. Great movie!)
But today was better than most days. It was still the same boring grind of reading emails from young hopefuls and entering them into the computer system, matching them against companies wanting temporary staff and emailing or calling the candidates to ask if they would be interested, then emailing a batch of CVs over to the employer, sending rejection emails out and once in a while sending an offer of employment.
That was my day. But today it seemed brighter, more enjoyable. I sat with a couple of colleagues at lunch, and one of them noticed that I was smiling and humming the hold music for one of the companies I'd phoned just before. ""Someone's in a good mood, for a Monday. You get laid over the weekend? Ha ha!""
I shrugged. ""Nah, but, I dunno. Maybe?"" That was a lie, there was no 'maybe' there at all. I'd never see the woman again. But I had to save face with these women who both had boyfriends and bored me to tears with tales of heterosexuality.
The afternoon wasn't as good. The buzz had worn off and I had the trip home to endure. It's one of the unwritten rules of the universe that the people you see on the morning train you will never ever see on the evening one. Mostly to do with timings and seats and stuff. I left work at 17:05, thus ensuring that my 10 minute tube ride to the station plus intervening walking time meant I would miss the 17:17 departure, giving me plenty of time to get to the platform to board the 17:32 and get my usual seat.
I nodded to the three people who occupied the other three seats around the tiny little table and gazed out of the window as the train filled and left London for the suburbs.
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Tuesday Morning was dull and overcast, with a threat of rain that never materialised but made everyone keep raincoats, hats and brollies handy. And my mood had dulled with it as I took my usual corner-by-the-doors position. A red dress with a yellow plastic raincoat over it, not one of those dayglow ones, buta translucent plasticthat always made me want to wear nothing but my undies under it...
The train was less full that yesterday. Mondays I think have the weekend commuters - like the trip home on fridays. The people who stay in Town during the week and head home at weekends. Mr Burley Bowler was there of course. He and I were almost on nodding terms. The train slowed into the last station. Part of me was wondering. Hoping even... But it wasn't gong to happen. Cutie-brown-braid would catch a different train, or just get into a different carriage. There was no way she would want a repeat performance.
Was there...?"
856,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-26T03:36:00,Dearestmine,"I was a complete space case at work. I could usually knock out 30-50 support tickets in a day, and I think I got through 15, so of course I stayed late to get through another 15 so my bosshopefullywouldn't notice. I was dog tired by the time I got home, and then I stayed up way too late trying to put myself to sleep. Being perpetually single, I knew my body well enough to orgasm in a couple of minutes, but no matter how many times I just didn't feel satisfied. I couldn't get what I'd done-- or well, let happen -- on the train out of my damn head.
Who even am I?! The simultaneous feeling of excitement and fear was absolutely wild. I don't know how I could feel the most sexy and the most dirty of my entire existence from a 20 minute interaction in broad daylighton a fucking train?!?!?!
When I eventually did fall asleep, I slept like the DEAD. Unprepared for life in general, on Tuesday morning I realized I don't own a damn umbrella. It was amazing how much shit you find you need and don't have, and have but don't need, when you move to a whole new country. At least I have a raincoat. I dressed in myfavoriteVelma-esc outfit and sneakers, my pumps in my bag with my computer and hard drives. I didn't bother drying my hair and twisted it up since rain would ruin my hair anyway. My raincoat is longer than my skirt, but it has a slit in the back that makes it easy to walk when buttoned up. The skirt is a little shorter than I would have worn to work back home, but no one seems to mind the only female in the department dressing like one as far as I've noticed since starting this job. The waist has some give so I can tug it lower if I need to.
I'm laughing at myself as I make it to the platform, thinkingHot Mess Express, tickets pleaseas the train pulls up. I'm pretending to myself that I got on the same train car as Glamazon McGrabbyhands out of habit and not because I'm actually some kind of exhibitionist freak. Bowler Hat Guy gets out of my way and I drop my bag by my feet and try to look nonchalant.
No, I don't see you there hot chick. No, you haven't dictated how or where I'm starting my morning. I did that all on my own, thankyouverymuch.
I'm all confidence and daring until the train doors close and I glance into the window to peek at the taller woman behind me. One look and I'm a kitten that found herself in the lion exhibit at the zoo."
857,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-26T18:47:00,Chrystal Dark,"Oh! My! God! (-dess!) (Yeah, everyone says God so much that those of us who have a goddess, sometimes forget that last bit!)
I could not believe my eyes! I was so certain that bouncy buxom brunette would not make an appearance that I was actually watching the boring blonde business-babe as she made her way to the other corner against the wrong-side doors. It's funny how grey or dark blue suited commuters always have tan or pale grey raincoats...? A splash of colour was what caught my eye: Mustard, plumb and burgundy.Well hello again!
She was deliberately not looking at me, a stoic expression on her face. Until she turned to stand with her back to me. The doors warbled and slid closed and she looked up and caught my eye in our reflections, and her expression went fromI can do this, toOh shit!Probably because she saw my lust-filled leer as I let go of my hand hold and took hold of the hem of her raincoat. I was not going to waste any time today. She knew what happened yesterday and if she wasn't up for a repeat, why was she here? I rolled her coat up and tucked it into it's own pockets on both sides to keep it out of my way then lifted the velvety miniskirt, that I was pretty sure she had worn just for me. I tucked the hem into the waistband to keep it there.
Still the same style of briefs under it, the ones that are sexy-but-sensible, with a decent sized triangle front and back but leave enough flesh exposed and are thin enough to leave very little to the imagination. Today, though, I was going for broke. As the train hit the junction I leant back against the doors behind me and grabbed her hips to steady her, then as the train sped up again, I eased her panties down over her hips.
Just enough to let her know they were in my way. Then my hands went to her arse, where they had been yesterday. I spread her cheeks. My pinky fingers both found her pucker and began teasing, while my index fingers found a warm, soft and increasingly wet canyon and began exploring."
858,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-03-27T22:05:00,Dearestmine,"Where the hell is the fire?!
Between my legs; that's where it is. If I thought yesterday was the hottest and most scared I'd ever felt, I apparently lacked imagination. I don't know what I expected. Maybe more passing touching, glances, a grab... but that? No, definitely not that. Thank fuck my coat was closed in the front because the corduroy skirt rode up in the front as she'd tucked the hem into the waist. Had she done that yesterday? No, definitely not. Once again she had me so damn distracted that the junction knocked me off balance-- or at least it would have if she hadn't caught me before I could stumble. I didn't say a damn thing this time, though. I couldn't find my voice with a map and a compass in that moment.
Before I even realized what she was doing, her hands were under my panties and I sucked in a startled breath through my nose, fighting the urge to jump when I felt her little fingers playing with my asshole but I forgot to care when she found her way to my soaked slit. I swear I didn'ttellmy left leg to shift just a hair outwards to give her more access, it just happened!
My face was aflame with a blush that went to my ears and the back of my neck. Maybe I should have worn my hair down.
Jesus H Christ what am I evening thinking?! Why am I here? Why is this so fucking disgustingly exciting? "
859,The Commute,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-commute.24869/,2023-04-09T15:28:00,Chrystal Dark,"Oddly enough,Why is this so fucking exciting? Was my exact thought too. I was definitely going to pop into M&S on my way into the office and pick up a new pair of briefs to change into. How my little pet was going to cope, I had no idea. Nor did I really care to be honest.
I felt her left foot move out, just a bit, but enough to widen the gap at the apex of her legs. That was definitely an invitation and I accepted it. My right hand slid further in, fingers exploring deep into her river valley. My left hand withdrew, and instead went around her front, across her hips and outside all but her raincoat, in what could almost be an affectionate hug.
But deep in the hitherto unexplored regions of her world, my index finger had found the entrance to her Secret Tunnel Of Delights.Tight! Oh my, she's actually a Virgin! Sweet!
Deflowered by a random stranger on a crowded train into London, tell that to your grand-kids! I was oh so careful as I worked my finger inside her. I didn't want to hurt her, that might put her off, and I was enjoying this far too much. My middle finger found something else - a sensitive little coffee bean dangling from a soft and curly bush. With my index finger buried deep inside her soft wet flesh, and my middle finger pressing her clit, there was only one thing I could do with my thumb. The tip found the hot, tight sphincter that had been abandoned by my pinkies mere moments before. I pressed firmly, and felt the opening widen just enough to permit ingress to the first knuckle.
You are mine, sweetie, now and forever. I smiled an evil smile at her reflection in the door on the far side of the carriage. Even if I never saw her again, that thought was true. I had taken her virginity with my fingers, and her soul was mine,BWAHAHAHAAAAA!
Well, okay, maybe not her soul as such, but this event would be burned in both our memories indelibly. And I was certainly hoping that today wouldnot be the last time.
We overtook one of the stopping trains as we whizzed through a station. The train rocking as it clattered over a junction. I couldn't check the time, because both my hands were busy, but from past experience that would be twenty more minutes to go."
860,"The Endless Tussle (Open, DM me)",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-endless-tussle-open-dm-me.23253/,2021-10-02T08:20:00,Spooder Queen,"
Eyes of blue and green peered from a bronze balcony, the clocks' ticking comingled with the grinding of gears serving as a sonorous cacophony. The ballad of innovation was like a grand symphony. The expanse of bleached dunes stretched beyond the horizon as the kerfuffle of a debate from the street trailed to keen ears. Luscious lips curling into a simper as the shifting of the sand due to times waning influence had sowed discourse. Friction is necessary for progress, for it's through the fire and hammer that metal can be repurposed into an implement. Her hand gripped the railing while the lunar light perforated the veil of twilight. Stars were twinkling in the welkin as a gentle gelid breeze coursed between the spiraling bronze buildings. Locks of ashen hair whisked to its call before cascading downward as stray strands obfuscated her inquisitive gaze.
The mood was contorting, demonstrating somewhat malleable as her expression bent to the influence of her third eye. Dreams within dreams, an endless expanse of worlds connected by the most narrow of bridges. The tapestry of fate being plucked, the fleeting of one of her kind vexing the mind. She was exasperated by the fact she recognized this baneful spirit, this mischievous cur witlessly traversing the abyss separating worlds. Djinns were fickle, their mind able to resonate with one another across a vast distance. The epiphany was anything but melodious, more akin to the clashing of brass instruments while she withdrew into her home.
This laboratory housed many trinkets, discoveries wrought through blood and transudation. She was combing endless dusty tombs to further her scope. Tahira's curvaceous form was now exposed, marred by the failures of preceding scuffles. The elf was changing her raiment, putting on a more battle-appropriate attire. Tahira's fingers were combing through her mane while the inquisitor meandered within lavished halls. The elf reached the golden adorned vestibule of her sanitarium. She peered over her shoulder, bequeathing the abode one definitive glance. A gloved hand was extending for the knob of brass, twisting and pushing the barrier open, stepping beyond its gaped maw, sealing the door shut once past the threshold.
The serpentine streets of metal were patrolled by the shambling corpses and their masters while steam discharged from the grates. The din of her boots making their way to the stable near the city's limits echoed, divulging her approach. Tahira melded with the eventide, only to reemerge into the rays of artificial crystal light, exiting the sanctuary of erected walls, as she rode on the back of a giant beetle, her loyal steed. The portal between realms was a well-kept secret, eluding the comprehension of most. Yet this hound of the state wasn't like the common rabble, nor was she comparable to the gelatinous nobility that plagued this sullen realm.
The ashen wolf was quite the unique breed with unprecedented aspirations that governed her actions. Why vex over one stray spirit? Because a wrathful Djinn can prove quite the blight, and the thought that someone may link it to her world was nettlesome. The empire thrived notwithstanding the chaotic rule of the Queen, yet prosperity comes in seasons. Across the near-infinite dreams were eyes ravenous by nature, hungrily gazing out for new worlds to subjugate. This senseless soul could bring the ire of a nation within these arid borders if it managed to cause harm. The beast of burden barreled forward, its pulsating belly was gorging itself on the magical properties emitted from the grainy bosom of the sands—sustenance propelling the organism forward, as the elf would find her way toward the sea of knolls.
Within the epicenter of the wasteland, where few dare tread, even the most hearty of adventurers, she rested for a moment. She was reaching into her pocket, pulling out a soft fabric like a towel to wipe sweat from her tidied brows, chugging down some of the water she had brought to thwart the parching of lips. Her dainty fingers ran across the carapace of her bestial friend, this partner, while not sentient, it still had a whimsical perspective of the pale beauty. Its carapace was as black as night, as the soft underbelly seemed lined with organic material, crimson in hue that like air sacs expanded outward before contracting. The hulking scarab marching onward as the two would inevitably stand at the center, Tahira's fingers snapping the sand around them vanished, the pinkish light of the rising sun eclipsed by absolute gloom.
The swarthy curtain was robbing one of sight, the deprivation maddening, following the residual energy left behind, like a ghost trapped in time. The laws of reality differed within this void, the sense of nothingness palpable. The harrowing experience troubling the beetle, yet it wouldn't last. Within that space between space, time ceased to function outside of its chasm. Yet, within, the process felt like hours. The heartlessness of that space giving way, evaporating as the link between their dream resounded. Striking a chord through a complex network of frequencies permitted the two to infiltrate that foreign veil. However, the process did not proceed without a hurdle or two. Dimensional travel was a complicated affair. If facile, then all planes of existence within the dream would have been linked already.
The dawning turbulence vehemently shook the two beings, their very cells vibrating in the most excruciating ways. While outside, time remained locked in torpidity while transmitting oneself through those blackened halls. Once they reached the zenith, the compression unfurled as time vaulted forward. The exact passage was unknown, though, enough to permit the other spirit a head start. The darkness cracking, as the depravity of one's soul within the void dissipated. The wailing brought on by nothingness never got easier with time. Her pearly fangs were grinding against one another as grunts stoked by agony bellowed forth from juicy lips—the light beyond blindingly immersing the scene, as both shielded their oculus. From oblivion, everything germinated into being.
Standing now within the wilderness, the labyrinth of trees stretching onward as the soft call of winged beasts reverberated. The birds were roosting within the branches, their rustling shade affording respite, allowing Tahira to repose herself. Those armored hands were grasping the reins as she ordered her friend onward. The beetle was lumbering forward sluggishly, its oafish approach facetious to observe. The change in magic, the gravity of this planet alongside other natural forces, be them greater or lesser, taking time for both of them to acclimatize to. The foliage rubbing against legs and chitin while the beast of burden strolled into the brush. Ultimately, the two found a path. A road cut naturally due to the traffic of the local wildlife and indigenous folk who called this quaint world home.
Her steed's mandibles colliding several times as a hand caressed the top of the thorax, the jubilant creature proving contagious as Tahira smiled. Her arcane-tinged lanterns inspecting down the road, tapering as the trail of her officious brother, while subtle, didn't escape her notice. The exact location concealed from her vision, yet the third eye tucked away from the flesh had enough acumen to deconstruct and gather the general direction—radiant columns from the sun slipped between the green leaves, rendering warmth to the vampire. The humid air was a far cry from the arid landscape of her home as the two continued with merriment down the path. The mind was left to wander, evaluating various outcomes and potential ramifications for this intrusion—Tahira's heart beating like a drum.
The strangers within a strange land were out of their element. This confoundment led the inquisitor to suffer from sightlessness regarding how this plane operated. Ignorance and complacency were two predators she often eschewed, determining their company less than elfin. The ditty rhythm of their unremitting stride juxtaposing impeccably with the natural ambiance as they incessantly prowled across the scene. The sun's setting inspired them to solicit shelter. Tahira set up camp away from the road, taking refuge within the wilds while stalwart gaze remained vigilant. Her own body's physiology was unique as sleep, thirst, and hunger took much longer to have a toll on her. The rest was necessary for her insect. Leaning against the bark of a nearby oak, she closed those eyelids and hearkened to nature's cries.
The chirping of crickets resonated, bouncing off the acoustics of the woodlands as the frigid night air invigorated goosebumps to dart across her soft skin. The camouflage of nightfall working both ways as her eyes adjusted to the night. The evening sequentially expired as the dew-kissed the blades of grass. The vampire was stirring her mount from slumber as it pushed out hot air from its extremities. It languidly rose while the natural energy of the land kept kindling the creature. While not as dense as that of her motherland, this region's magical properties established itself as enough to prevent starvation. Their travels were recommencing as the moisture adhering to the brush stained their skin and exoskeleton, the pair once more trodding down the muddy, lonesome road.
The crisp cerulean sky was holding up while the sun lagged across the firmament. For nine days, they repeated this process, cleaning clothes in the river, drying them off with a spell, gathering water, fending off the beast, receiving prying glares, and cowing a few bandits. The dried salted meat she packed providing nourishment, while not a delicacy by any stretch of the imagination, it did suffice. On the morning of the ninth, the mer could feel they were close. Tahira held up a polished silvery mirror, combing her hair, beautifying herself with the makeup of crushed plants, cactus, fungi, minerals, and insects. The ritual of maintaining her ravishing visage proving somewhat therapeutic, even if no one was around to revel in the fruits of her labor. Once more, the scarab would shake off th hold of atrophy, shuffling to its feet as it wiggled that thorax.
The two were now approaching the city, passing beyond the opened gates maw as they would traverse through the cobbled streets. The capricious nature of this alien world exhibiting itself as rather bewitching. The beetle mount would be tied to a nearby post. Tahira's armored hips were swaying while the elf sauntered across the scene. Vibrant orbs inspected nearby signs. Finally, she denoted a bar, an establishment of iniquity that may conceivably provide much-needed work or erudition. She was pushing the tavern door open as the quaint establishment reeked of self-intoxication. The ocherous hue of a crackling fire, the darkroom proving hospitable as an employee called out to the foreigner. She gave the man a humble salaam, maintaining the posture for a brief moment before rising upright.
""I would like an empty booth, or any leads pertaining to work or odd happenings?""
Tahira placidly expressed with an austere sense that equally permeated from her posture. Her precise lingua's utterance carried with it a sultry tone, almost reposeful by nature. As if to charm or enchant away the quandaries weighing this seasoned soul.
This land, its decorum reflected the opulence it had reveled in. Scarcely had Tahira witnessed such wealth and ""safety."" Security, a frequently solicited after illusion, was the grandest swindle of all. This realization conferred with it tension, those whetted senses persisting ever observant. Something was awry, that, or she manage to stumble upon some haven. The kerfuffle of drunks, the chortling of merriment when juxtaposed with their foreign garbs, dispatched an unsettling truth. Tahira, for all of her posturings, was a fish slung from the water.
The vampire's original plan to procure information might illustrate itself ever more taxing. The chasm that divided them superseded in scale that between the soil and the heaven's above. Those feline pupils studied the room, their shifting hue of emerald and aquamarine like that of the surface of a placid lake. The employee, whoever they were, ogled at her attire. The samurai platings, fur, and ysstmar scales flouted against all convention fashion trends. That blade was sheathed and secured to her wide hips. They were alongside the hooks, required to pry a head from the body of a contract. It only promoted either the atmosphere of occultism or palpable dread.
""What kind of work?"" The man inquired before diligently tending to the scouring of beer glasses. His voice cracked, exposing a bit of apprehension. ""What do you do for a living?""
Tahira looked at him from the corner of her eyes, those expressive jewels tapering as if to scrutinize. What was her vocation? Was this man obtuse minded or was this some form of jeering? No, it was imprudent to assign malice when ineptitude would suffice. ""I'm an exterminator...""
The tender paused, an expression of befuddlement cementing itself on his middle-aged face. Plenty of inquests swirled within that head of his; however, he demurred over whether or not he wanted the answers. ""I see..."" He sighed heavily, gently placing one of the glasses on the counter. ""What do you exterminate?""
That response was off. His lingua carried with it a defensive charge. The tautness was elevating, ionizing the very molecules so that her oral muscle could taste it. did she pinch a nerve? It was conceivable, but how? Tahira, for all her powers of investigation, would be incapable of surmising the wolf's den she had lurched into. Her attire rustled, while those armored gloves grasped a chair as she dragged it from the counter, only to roost. Those arcane imbued eyes were peering over at the woman. A bars maid? No, she wasn't dressed like one. Tahira veered her attention, steering stoically into the man from earlier eyes.
""Threats..."" One hand cooly deviated to her blade's handle, rapping against it while the free one did the same to the polished wooden surface.
""What are you on about? Threats? What are you a private investigator or a hitman or something?""
Tahira said nothing at first, perceiving now the futility of her situation. ""I'll take that as a no? Have you seen any odd strangers lately?""
""Other than you? None."" He chuckled, poking fun at this outlandish voyager. She said nothing of his rudeness, enduring his abrasive approach for the time being. ""Are you going to buy something or just stare at me while looking pretty?""
""Depends, do you take gold?"" The bartender blinking, throwing up his hand before wandering off.
""Gold? Who carries gold doubloons on them these days? This bar is for paying customers only! I am going to see if anyone needs anything; someone else can deal or shoo away that woman.""
The elf said nothing, sulking in thought. As much as she'd love to make him grovel in pain for his rudeness, she didn't want to chance rousing the ire of this settlement. A wise hunter studies their prey first, knows the lay of the land, and then prepares the trap. And, while in those eyes he was a nincompoop, she lacked the other components. Then there was that pesky matter of her code. Whatever, if this turned out to be a waste of time, she'd have to rove off somewhere else to seek greener pastures."
861,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-01T18:54:00,Angel of Mercy,"
Erika stood by the front door of the complex where she worked, 'The Starry Night Escort Service' and she waited for the red sports car to pull up. She'd been given very little by way of instructions by her matron, which was bizarre. Usually these things were booked in advance with plenty of time to prepare...
But tonight was very different indeed. She'd gotten the call just a few hours ago and been told to be ready to be picked up by the client by 10pm at the front of the building. While the unknown client had not asked for her by name, she was likely the only woman who fit the bill. And it was her day off, which means she was available. She'd barely had time to groom herself and fix her hair and make up, but somehow she managed it, and she looked hot, as usual. Erika was a full service escort, which was a nice way of saying she was pretty much open to anything.
She stood at 5'8"" in height with a gorgeous body and stunning face. She had long brown hair, which she'd put up in a sexy looking bun. She was wearing a tight black dress, with dark silk stockings and her sexiest black heels. Hoop earrings hung from her ears and she wore a look of eagerness on her face. She always got this way on a night like tonight. By morning she'd have a shit-ton of extra money in her account, and rich Erika, was a happy Erika.
The only problem with tonight, was that she had no idea who the client was... Was he a he, or maybe a she? White or black? Would she be expected to use her collection of toys (carried in her large purse)? Would she use her trusty strap-on on a man or a woman? Would she be taken to a party and asked to service a number of individuals? Without knowing who the client was, she had decided to be prepared for anything...
So now she waited for a red sports car to appear...
[OOC: looking for a smut heavy story, any gender player and/or character.]"
862,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-01T21:32:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Lillian Steel, better known to the world as ""Fleur"", was in a fix, furious and not caring who knew it. The ageing soul singer was supposed to appear at a charity event for the LGBT community, being hosted by oner of the city's most notorious swingers. Except her date had cancelled at the last minute. Fleur couldn't back out, she was committed to attend by the fact that if she failed to do so the hostess Max Maxwell would let it be known all over the scene that she hadn't put in an appearance and that would spark rumours about ill heath, bankruptcy and gods-alone knew what else.
But there was a snag. Anyone who turned up at one of ""The Max""'s parties without a partner got auctioned to the highest bidder, and there was absolutely no way that Fleur was letting that happen to her! Her agent had come up with a solution, though, and fifteen minutes before ""fashionably late"", the bright red (of course) Ferrari 812 Superfastroared to a halt outside the escort agency. The passenger door swung silently open and Fleur gazed out at the whore she was supposed to take to dinner.
""Get in, girl. I'll brief you on the way"".
The moment the door shut and her escort was strapped in, Fleur gunned the engine and the car leapt forward into the early afternoon sunlight. ""Name?"" She demanded. ""Favourite colour, favourite food, favourite sexual position with a woman?"" She tooled the car through the traffic and out onto a road winding up into the hills where the rich and famous live. ""You call me Lee, nothing else. My favourite colour is brown, favourite food is beef cannelloni, and I like to be fucked in the arse with a strap-on. Play your part well tonight and you might just get to do that later. You are my latest girlfriend, I picked you up last week at some bar, doesn't matter which one. I do hope you're better at sex than the last whore I got from an agency. I like it rough, and most of the brats I pick up get so fucking star struck they expect me to do all the work!""
She sighed and slid the sports car around a bend at a speed that was at least twice the limit for this road, straightened up and accelerated up the next hill. ""Look out for a big blue gate on the left, we want the entrance after it about thirty yards further on."""
863,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-02T00:06:00,Angel of Mercy,"Erika was surprised at the very sexy car's sudden pull in. The vehicle had barely come to a stop before the door swung open, and behind the wheel was an attractive older woman. The woman looked familiar, but she couldn't figure out who she was... She didn't have time to think on it before she was told to get in, and she detected a hint of urgency in the woman's voice... ""Right... Okay..."" She replied as she quickly climbed in and reached for the seat belt.
The click of the belt was followed by her shoulders and back being pressed against the seat as they sped off. Her right hand held onto the inside handle on the door white-knuckle tightly as she listened to the questions coming in- rapid fire style... ""Uhm... Erika... colour, red, food, pizza..."" then the next question caused her to look at the other woman... ""Scissoring"" she finally answered a second or so later... Then she went back to listening as the girl went on, explaining the situation, and her 'likes' it seemed...
""Lee, brown, beef cannelloni and anal with a strap on... Got it"" she replied with a smile as they neared warp factor nine, weaving in and out from one lane to the next...
""For the record, I like working for the money..."" She chuckled... ""What kind of party are we attending, exactly...?"" She asked...Race car driver's convention... She thought to herself as she scanned the left side... ""There! Is that it?"" She asked pointing to a blue gate..."
864,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-02T01:48:00,Chrystal Dark,"Fleur nodded at the answers give by the escort. ""Good. You've heard of Maxine Maxwell, the rapper, I imagine? Well she hosts regular swinger parties for Ell Gee Bee Tee Plus based charities. Money raised usually goes to help really good causes. This one is going to fund a transition counselling centre, not an issue I'm familiar with personally, but I know people who are.... Ah yes, well spotted, Erika!""
The Ferrari's tires squealed and the ABS juddered as Fleur slowed from Insane speed to Just-about-make-the-turn speed, the rear steering on the car cutting in to slot the speeding vehicle into the driveway. ""If you must know, I have been down to attend for weeks, but my fucking bitch of a partner decided she was going back to her ex boyfriend this morning! Less said about that the better. Hence the little ruse. We pretend we've known each other for a while and just started fucking a couple days ago, I get one up on Mira, you get a nice big bonus, the trans-councelling place get half a million from me, and Max gets to watch you make a famous soul singer old enough to be your mammy squirm. Everybody wins except Mira, and that serves her right!""
The car slid to a stop on the gravel drive outside a beautiful mansion, in amongst Rolls Royces, Jaguars, Porsches, Mazaratis, Lamborghinis, two other Ferraris and even a Dodge Charger. Among this set, owning a European car was a status symbol, and Fleur wondered who the Chrysler belonged to and whether they would be ashamed to admit it.
Someone had heard the Ferrari arrive andThe Maxopened the door for them personally. ""Fluer,DAHling! I was afraid you weren't coming! I love your outfit. And who'sthis little honky-tonky? I was expecting Mira...?""
Fleur smiled and endured a marijuana flavoured kiss on the mouth. She didn't indulge, personally, but couldn't exactly blame those who did. She glanced down at the chain-mail dress she was wearing. She'd worn it a few years ago to an awards ceremony and it had made a sensation in the tabloids, and this party she figured was the perfect opportunity to wear it again, especially as she intended to donate it - she had a change of undies, a pair of jeans, a bra and a sweater in the trunk of her car, but had driven home naked from one of these things before.
""This is Erika, my new girlfriend. Erika, meet The Max.""
Max grinned and offered a hand to shake then turned the lascivious grin on Fleur. ""She will have to pay the admission fee, Fleur. She's never been to one of my parties!""
Fluer shrugged, placed a hand on Erika's ass, fingers pressing in between her legs from outside the LBD. ""Sorry darling, I should have warned you. Max collects the underpants of those she allows into her home, you'll have to take your panties off."""
865,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-02T02:51:00,Angel of Mercy,"Erika nodded at the mention of Maxwell. She knew who she was by reputation. She was pleased to hear that tonight was about doing some good for a group that needed it. And then just like that they were turning hard and she had to brace herself to keep the forces of centrifuge from pressing her against the door... As she held on, grinning she listened as Fleur went on with her story... She nodded in understanding, as it seemed everyone was going to gain from this arrangement. ""Alright then, sounds like an easy night... Should be fun"" she added as they came to a stop.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the many luxury cars and the mansion itself. This was the kind of crap people dreamt about, Erika included. To be honest, it all seemed a bit excessive to the escort, but it was still thrilling just to be present at such an event.
There wasn't much time to wait as the car doors opened and the women climbed out. While Fleur and Max were chatting she came around to join them, smiling widely. Her black dress shimmered and it hugged her body tightly. Her heels were high and her long legs wrapped in dark silk, carried her with ease and grace...
The moment she stood by Fleur's side she took her hand then she extended the other to Max... ""It's a pleasure to meet you..."" she said smiling, even as they started talking about her underwear... She looked at Fleur when she explained and moved a hand to her ass and she giggled in amusement... She placed a had on Fleur's arm for support while the other reached under the dress and she started to tug them down, showing off the tops of her stockings in the process...
""To think, I had considered not even wearing any"" she replied with a playful grin as she held the black satin G-string for the hostess to take..."
866,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-07T21:31:00,Chrystal Dark,"The Max laughed as she took possession of the G-string, pauses to pop the crotch into her mouth for a moment then grinned as she whirled the garment around a finger. ""Deeelicious, darling. Oh and if you hadn't worn any undies I would have insisted on a taste directly from the source."" The hostess smirked and pranced away.
Fleur grinned and slipped a finger between Erika's butt cheeks. ""Okay let's get inside, we're missing the fun!""
Through the lobby, that looked relatively sane if somewhat lavish, they entered the reception room. This room was circular and terraced downwards on seven levels, like the seven circles of hell. About thirty metres in diameter, each level half a metre above the next, and the centre circle was a bubbling pool. The infernal impression was further enhanced by the red carpets and curtains, the dim and flickering red lighting and the oddly etherial yet somehow heavybackground music. Cushions and couches were scattered around, also red, many of them occupied by same sax couples or the odd trio or quartet. On the steps down to the third level was a sign that read ""Clothing optional beyond this point!"". Between the fourth and fifth levels another sign read ""No clothing beyond this point!""
From the opposite side to the entrance, a catwalk extended at the first level out to the pool, where a ladder led down into the water.
Fleur took hold of Erika's hand again and led her down to the second sign. this close the smaller text under the main announcement could be read: ""Toys are permitted"". Clothing was strewn along the floor, some in neat piles, some draped over the low railing, some carelessly dumped.
She shrugged and grinned at the escort while stripping off the jingling metal dress and panties. She waved and a young woman approached, naked bar a pair of plastic horns on her head, a belt around her waist with a pointed tail attached to it and a pair of high heeled sandals, and painted red from head to toe including contact lenses and stained teeth. ""Take this to the auction would you please? Reserve is three thousand - that's what I paid for it. If it doesn't fetch that I'll buy it myself!""
She handed over the dress and undies and sighed with relief. ""Phew. That thing is murder to wear! Come on, let's get wet."""
867,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-10T15:54:00,Angel of Mercy,"Of course, if she didn't get her underwear back, she would mark it as a business expense, as was her want to do. That thought came to her mind as The Max took her G-sting and had herself a taste of the crotch. She then chuckled at the comment that followed. She was starting to get the idea tonight's party was going to be unlike the kinds of parties she was used to attending. All the more fun, she decided as she looked at her mistress for the night with an amused grin.
She chuckled then as she felt a finger sliding down the crack of her bum and she pressed her rear back a bit into that hand and she nodded to the suggestion of heading on inside... ""Sounds great!"" She said a bit excitedly. Part of her wondered if this was going to be some kind of huge orgy.
The house was incredible, if a bit gaudy for her tastes. She held onto her mistress's hand or arm as they moved about, taking it all in. She was smiling widely; while the house might not be to her tastes, she love dhow everyone seemed to be nice and comfortable with where they were and what they were doing, free or criticism or judgement. It was truly wonderful. She started to notice signs suggesting what level of clothing was to be maintained...
She followed along close to Fleur as they headed down to the second sign section and she noticed piles of clothing were everywhere, some seemingly discarded haphazardly. When Fleur did finally let go of her hand it was so she could strip down naked. She watched for a moment, a bit stunned as the devil-looking-waitress arrived to take the woman's dress away to auction off... She then quickly realized what was expected so she only nodded and grinned when Fleur told her it was time to get wet...
She pulled the straps form her dress form her shoulders and let the garment shimmy to the floor. The dress offered its own support so she no bra. She then kicked her shoes off, but she decided to keep the stockings on for aesthetic reasons, after all, it was that kind of party. Once she was naked except for the stockings she took the woman's hand again and she nodded... ""Lead on, Lee..."" she said as she gave the older woman's hand a squeeze."
868,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-15T23:14:00,Chrystal Dark,"The pool looked for all the world like molten lava or boiling oil, with the bubbles rising through it, but in fact it was a hot tub, with the bubbles turned to exactly the right level to give the impression of boiling, the red lights above reflecting off the surface that had a hayer of bath oil floating on it and the odd bit of styrofoam stained red and black completed the impression. Far from boiling, the water was a nice comfortable 35°C.
Fleur smiled and greeted some people she knew as she slipped in, introduced Erika and chuckled at the fact that the escort was still wearing her stockings. She found a seat over one of the more intense bubble jets, relaxed into the shaped curve that positioned her bottom so the stream of bubbles landed perfectly pn her ass hole and rolled up through her slit to bounce off her clit before rising to the surface. ""Come sit astride me my darling, and we can enjoy this together!"" Fleur held a hand out for Erika to sit on her lap, facing her."
869,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-01-18T19:00:00,Angel of Mercy,"They quickly moved into he very warm waters and she grin as she continued to let her client lead her along hand in hand. She smiled and nodded, and she exchanged pleasantries to all she was introduced to. The water felt good on her skin, though she noticed the thin layer of oil at the top, which left the bodies lubricated and glistening... She followed along smiling sweetly as they reached a sitting area...
She watched as Fleur moved to sit on one of the jets, causing her to grin as she watched the bubbles rise up between her legs. She took the offered hand and she nodded... ""With pleasure"" she said as she moved to straddle the woman's hips and she lowered herself, gasping the moment the bubbles started to press all along her pussy... ""Ooh my..."" She said with a grin as she moved her hands to cup and feel the other woman's full breasts, running her thumbs over the nipples...
""This is nice..."" She said as she shifted her hips a bit more to capture the full effect of the jet's bubbles. She then moved a hand to her cheek and she smiled... ""Can I kiss you Lee...?"" She asked curiously, with a playful grin on her lips..."
870,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-02-13T00:40:00,Chrystal Dark,"Fleur sighed and relaxed. This was never going to make her cum but it was getting her nicely turned on without having to do anything. And with Erika sat astride her lap and playing with her ample breasts, the older woman could actually believe she was in heaven, despite the infernal décor.
The question made her giggle. ""I love it when you ask first, it's so sweet!"" The woman on her lap appeared as unashamed as Fleur herself was about being naked amongst all these people and the ageing soul singer almost wished that Erika really was her girlfriend.
Her left hand went to the back of the escort's neck, pulling her face down. ""No, because I'm going to kiss you,"" She murmured just before their lips met. Her tongue pushed into Erika's mouth and caressed the tongue already there, enjoying the taste of fresh mint. Meanwhile her right hand slid around behind and under the younger woman's behind, fingers finding and teasing the tight sphincter of her anus before moving on to push up into Erika's sex. Fleur's thumb curled into the waiting entrance, the tip seeking out that patch of extra sensitive nerve endings, while her fingers reached out between the folds to capture the woman's clit.
She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper hoarsely ""I'm going to make you cum, sweetheart! But Max doesn't like people cumming in her jacuzzi so you better try really hard not to, because if you do she'll punish you!"" Fleur sniggered and shoved her tongue back into Erika's mouth."
871,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-02-14T17:56:00,Angel of Mercy,"Erika was enjoying the moment; the bubbles from the jets and the woman whose lap she occupied. She continued to rub her thumbs over the woman's nipples and she grinned as she looked down at her. The bubbles caused a tingle to run through her body, and her own nipples were peaked like small hard pebbles.
The distance between them was closed thanks to the hand at the back of her neck then she giggled when the woman replied, and a mere moment later their lips were pressed together. She let the woman's tongue dive deep into her mouth and she moaned as she suckled on it a bit. Her moans seemed to intensify as she felt a hand between her legs, and she gasped as her clit was stimulated... She rolled her hips into the contact, as if begging for more...
When the kiss was broken, she grinned and she bit her own lower lip and she nodded, a slight look of confusion on her face until she was pulled back in for another deep pleasurable kiss...I'm going to make you cum... but don't... was not what she'd been expected... Despite this her hips continued to roll against the hand... She knew the way things were building she'd be hard pressed trying to stop herself form cumming, so she decided to do her best to avoid showing it..."
872,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-03-10T18:40:00,Chrystal Dark,"It didn't take log for the woman sitting astride Fleur's lap to reach her orgasm. She felt the tell-tale constriction of the muscles around her thumb, and broke the kiss again to allow her fake girlfriend to cry out unimpeded. But Erika was amazingly self controlled. Aside from a soft gasp and a moan so quiet that even Fleur wasn't sure she'd heard it, the only outward sign of her date's orgasm was i slight shuddering from hips to shoulders and the adorable expression on her face.
""Oooh, clever girl!"" Fleur whispered. ""Let's see how many times you can manage that, hmm?""
She moved her hand to slip it down between her belly and Erika's, this time pushing two fingers into the escort's hole, again curling them to seek out the sensitive spot while the heel of her hand massaged the clit. She grinned wickedly and her other hand lifted Erika's right breast while she lowered her head, taking the nipple into her mouth to suck, nibble and tease it.
This time the orgasm was a little more noticeable, attracting the attention of their nearest neighbours in the pool. Fleur continued, transferring her moth to the woman's other nipple."
873,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-03-14T13:59:00,Angel of Mercy,"Erika had held her breath as she peaked, which oddly only seemed to make it more intense. She most definitely wore a look of bliss on her face and when she finally did exhale it came out as a raspy breath, and her body slowly settled in a more relax state. The words the other woman spoke made her grin as she moved a hand through Fleur's hair while the other maintained its grip on the woman's shoulder for support.
She gasped when she felt two fingers press inside her and she grinned as her hips started to roll again. She grinned as she lowered her head to rest against Fleur's head and she moaned deeply... ""Fuck...."" She muttered in a very unlady-like manner as she felt her nipple being stimulated now, adding to the overall sense of arousal.
""I can't keep it back..."" She muttered. This time as her peak started to wash over her, her hips started to buck against that hand uncontrollably as her arms wrapped about the woman's head and she pushed her mouth a bit harder into her breast. ""Oooh God..."" she muttered as she closed her eyes tightly and once again her body was wracked by her orgasm...
When she recovered she opened her eyes and she looked about, and she could see a number of people were gathered around watching and she blushed deeply as she buried her face in Fleur's neck, kissing and suckling softly..."
874,The Escort...,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-escort.26758/,2023-04-02T23:20:00,Chrystal Dark,"""I warned you...!"" Fleur giggled as Erika noticed the audience, who were all giggling and whispering. And then they fell silent as The Max waded across the giant jacuzzi, glaring at Fleur.
""Yo! Did yo' bitch jes' cum in mah pool?"" The rapper demanded.
""I warned her, honest..."" Fleur had herwho me?face and voice on. And she was still playing with Erika's clit.
""No shit?"" Maxine shrugged ""Shame she din't make you cum too, dat woulda bin fun!"" The young rap start grinned. ""So, Erika, mate of Fleur. You gots a choice. Eider you make me, and then yo' gee-eff, cum as many times as I want, by eating us out under da water, or, we strap yo wrists and ankles to dat ladder dere,"" she pointed at the ladder that led from the pool to the platform. ""Oh and yo' ankles be at same rung as yo' wrists, an' yo' ass be jest in da water. An' yo stay lak dat fo' da rest o' da partay!""
She grinned and added, ""Oh an' any o' da laydees as wan's ta can do wha'-evah dey wants!"" She grinned at the assembled partygoers. ""Which do it be, bee-atch?"""
875,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-09-05T23:13:00,Kaila Sharp,"
This idea covers some dark themes. A few off the top of my head:
Abuse
Stalking
Depression
Anxiety
C-PTSD
Mentions of self-harm
Aurelia has been through the ringer when it comes to her previous relationship, and as a last resort to make sure her ex will leave her alone for good, she casts a spell that summons a Guardian for as long as the person desires. The only catch is that after gaining the personal talisman for the Guardian, they can be summoned back at any time for any reason, including strong emotions from their charge. With that in mind, anything can happen, including catching feelings.
Nobody knows where Guardians come from, but it’s obvious that they’re not from the same realm as most humans and other supernatural beings. Some look human, others could be mistaken for Fae, a few could be mistaken for shifters, but the rarest ones appear to be angelic or demonic. No Guardian can choose which person to go to, and after a few centuries, they’ve created a glamour that allows them to be seen as a normal human. As for the talisman their charges receive, most are as simple as a piece of jewelry. Depending on what the Guardian is, the talisman could be fur, a scale, or even a feather. This needs to be kept on the summoner at all times, so it’ll shift to become a way to stay on the summoner, and there can only be one Guardian for their summoner. It’s not that uncommon for some to end up in relationships with the summoner, but the longer a Guardian remains on Earth, the greater the chance they could become stuck. If a Guardian has been on Earth for two weeks after being summoned, they will begin to feel more of a tether to Earth, which isn’t the same for every Guardian. After a month of being on Earth after they were initially summoned, the Guardian can no longer return to their realm on their own, and their senses will be dampened by normal things that affect their summoner.
“Did you manage to lose him?”
Aurelia knew that meeting in the alley a few blocks from her apartment was a bad idea, but if the choice was hers, she would’ve definitely gone to her friend’s apartment to do this. “If it wasn’t for that crowd at the crosswalk, I wouldn’t have gotten a head start on him. What’s this spell you were talking about, Hunter?” Looking up at her friend, it was clear that he was definitely well on his way to finally transitioning like he said ages ago, and despite how much she wanted to be there, her now ex complicated that by saying she needed better friends than a term she now learned was a slur for trans people. Granted, her ex knew she was into both men and women, and that after a certain point she was ace, but everything had to be about him, but at least she managed to keep her childhood best friend despite everything. “I’ll try to keep this quick in case Vik is already searching for you, so here.” The book was tucked in her purse before she could even stop him, and while she knew her new phone wasn’t bugged, there was still that chance he’d caught up.I’m so glad I learned to use spray sanitizer instead of pepper spray, but it’s only a matter of time…“Everything you’ll need to get in order to summon your Guardian is there, but I can still text you that list if you need me to. Just remember this: stay focused on what youneed from your Guardian, and you’ll find the perfect one upon summoning.” Rather than just nod, she instinctively reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, relishing in the fact that she was finally able to do so after so many years. “You’re the best, and you’ll have to tell me if you’ve done this or not.” Aura watched carefully as Hunter rubbed on his necklace, a weirdly shaped opalescent worry stone that she always suspected had something off about it, and she could feel a sort of tear opening before a woman stepped out from behind her best friend.
A random woman appearing from nowhere wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but this woman was clearly over six feet in height, and her head came up to Hunter’s chin. Right before she snapped her fingers, it was obvious that she had wings that appeared to have opalescent scales all over it, but she still retained her supermodel looks regardless. “Hunter, isn’t this…?” He’d posted pictures with her, and while her appearance was shifting due to what Aurelia assumed was a glamour, it was now obvious that the worry stone had to be one of the scales. “Xenia, and you must be Hunter’s friend Aurelia.” Violet eyes were trained on her in a way that was friendly, but her posture was definitely protective as she tied up her platinum blonde hair in a loose ponytail, though her outfit had somehow remained modern. “Xenia is my Guardian, and while we’re a bit closer than most, you kind of have to be when you’re trying to transition.” It was amazing to think it worked, and that they could be friendly enough, but what if they wouldn’t be enough to protect her?“Aurelia!”That voice sent all of them into overdrive, and while Xenia let her glamour slip just enough to allow her to grow out her claws, it was obvious a fight was about to go down if they didn’t get Aura out of there.
“Call me later, we’ll distract Viktor. Just go get the supplies!”
It had taken a few days with careful planning to avoid Viktor, but Aurelia had managed to get all the supplies. Thanks to not having a conventional job, it was easy to plan her schedule around fooling her ex into thinking she wasn’t home during the day since her office didn’t have windows, but now she had her chance. The door was locked, and because of a few close calls when she had neighbors spot the attempts at breaking in, she had every device meant to stop it installed with the help of the landlord, but now she was prepping to summon her Guardian. With steady hands, she drew the circle with the chalk, adding the salt on top to reinforce it like the book described, and while she usually loved flowers that were meant to be for protection, she lined the inside of the circle with them before chanting the words in Latin, which somehow left her tongue as effortlessly as English did. Grabbing the metals that were necessary, she placed them in the circle while still chanting, and just like Hunter had told her, she envisioned what she wanted in the Guardian before grabbing the non-serrated knife. “Let my Guardian hear the song of my spirit, and may they come to me upon doing so!” It didn’t take a lot of pressure before Aura noticed the blood start to run down her wrist, dripping from her hand into the circle, but instead of staining it, both the contents of the circle and her blood that was spilling into the circle began to glow.
Quickly grabbing the gauze and the ace bandage, Aurelia wrapped her cut as what blood had still been on her hand began to fade away after it had glowed as well, the knife resting on her lap undergoing the same effect. She didn’t care whether or not her Guardian presented itself as male or female, or how many features their glamour would’ve had to hide, but considering Hunter had revealed that his Guardian was an Opal Dragon shifter, she wondered how many different types of beings were Guardians as well. She didn’t know what hers was going to be, and while she wanted to keep an open mind, she hoped they were more than strong enough to take on Viktor in case of a confrontation. Hell, she was a witch, but for some reason, any offensive spells took a heavier toll on her than most, which made her believe her talents were anything defensive, healing, or summoning related, which ended up being her downfall after her ex showed his true colors. Upon pulling up the sleeve on her dress, which was black and long sleeved with a lace pattern on the sleeves and edges of the knee length skirt, the circle grew bright enough to where she had no choice but to close and cover her eyes due to the brightness. When Aura finally managed to open them, she lowered her arm to discover the circle and everything inside it was gone, but in the center of where it was stood who she could only assume was her Guardian.
“Are you… my Guardian…?”"
876,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-09-06T05:33:00,Chartreux,"
In human form , his skin looks quite brown from the sun and the wind. His black hair falls some inches beyond his shoulders. His teeth are white. He stands at 191cm/6'3"". His muscles are clearly lean and defined. His weight is about 82 Kg/180 lbs. His 'masculinity' is in proportion to the rest of his body.
It floated, untroubled, in the dreamtime and then it felt itself begin to take on mass, form, intelligence, identity and purpose. As these things happened to it, to 'him', he felt a 'pull' on his being from a place outside of the Dreamtime. His intelligence told him it was from the physical world, the ""Earth"".
As he got closer to his emergence into the world, he understood that his purpose was to be a protector, a ""Guardian"". He must be something fierce and terrifying to an enemy yet comforting and dependable to his summoner. His mouth stretched forward of his cheeks and filled itself with teeth and fangs. He would be powerfully muscled and move quickly on four strong legs. His spine extended beyond his back legs, curving up and forward. Skin and thick mostly black fur, with some fur a dull orange, covered his muscles and bones.
He knew that he was ready for his mission. The pull of his emergence was stronger, now. Pulling him past hundreds of other things being formed in the Dreamtime at much slower speeds. A bubble of spiritual energy glowed about him as he swiftly neared his destination. His soft, egg-like shell became impossibly bright and then it vanished, leaving him within a summoning circle, in a darkened room, on the Earth.
He automatically knew where his summoner was and turned to face her. She looked like a much different animal than he was. His mind told him that she was a human. Her hair was long and dark and fell past her shoulders. Her skin was a lighter color than his and looked soft. She wore clothing of black color, but he could tell that her body had contours that strangely pleased him. This was his ""mistress"".
Could he 'shift' his body? It would be much easier for them to communicate if he could. He believed that he could and maybe it was the power of his belief that was the 'magic' because he now stood in front of her as a human male.
She looks at him. Her eyes are still adjusting from the light of his emergence into her world. Then he knows that she sees him when she asks, ""Are you… my Guardian…?""
It seemed a silly question. He had been formed and came to this world because she wanted a guardian…, but maybe she'd expected something different? How to answer her question. He knew that he could speak her language, so answering her became a matter of choosing the right words and tone. Authoritative? No, Friendly and positive. He looked her in the eye, smiled and said, ""Yes, I am your Guardian."""
877,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-09-06T07:57:00,Kaila Sharp,"She did it, she actually did it.
Aurelia took a moment to study her Guardian, and while her chocolate eyes had initially seen a male Tibetan Mastiff (a dog she’d have to do more research on in case she wanted to take him out in public), what had amazed her was that he shifted soon after and became a male that was very clearly much different than her ex. Something about him, especially his voice, made it clear he wasn’t from Earth despite having two different appearances that could make him look like he was, and she slowly moved the knife from her lap before starting to get up. Her Guardian obviously towered over her at over six feet compared to her measly five-five, and out of instinct, she reached for theknitted blanketshe kept on the couch for the days when she fell asleep watching TV to wrap around him. It didn’t matter that she mostly focused on his face, it was unclear whether or not she noticed if he was wearing clothes or not (though they were in her apartment, and he could likely make himself appear in whatever outfit he wanted). A smile like the one he gave her, it felt strange that he’d give it so willingly upon seeing her, but it seemed to be natural considering she was technically his “mistress” in a sense. “Forgive me for asking, it’s just… I’m a bit new to summoning anything, and I’ve heard stories of people accidentally summoning other beings than what they intended.” Aura took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself as she led him to the barstool by her counter, and motioning for her Guardian to sit as she picked up the knife to return it to the set, any evidence of her using it to draw her own blood having disappeared upon the first drops landing in the summoning circle.
“By the way, there’s no need to call me by any official title or anything like that. I’m Aurelia, though friends call me Aura. Now, I need to think of a name for you since I can’t call you Guardian all the time.” With most of the anxiety gone from her voice, Aurelia sounded like she was warm, welcoming, and a bit confident, but there was still a hint of uncertainty. To take the edge off, she began to prep a kettle for tea, and she picked one that was for soothing anxiety for both of them despite the fact that her Guardian didn’t appear to be anxious at all.At least one of us is calm, and get it together. He’s not Viktor.The thought appeared to make her jolt for a second, but she quickly regained her composure before turning back to the male with a smile. “What about Gyatso? I have always liked the name, but it’s a good one that seems to suit you. Though we can look up a potential last name another time if you feel like it.” She wasn’t sure if she was his first mortal charge in this sense, but at the same time, would he even remember if he had others that had summoned him. Upon walking over to him and sitting in the barstool beside him, that was when she realized that while he had made himself appear human, he didn’t have any clothes on that she could tell after wrapping the blanket around him, causing a dusting of pink to start coating her face. “Any chance you could… umm… make yourself appear to be dressed? Being around a naked being… I just…” Aura didn’t like being around anyone while they were naked, especially someone she just met/summoned, but at least Gyatso didn’t have any ill intentions with her.
“Also, my best friend, he summoned a Guardian who calls herself Xenia, and before she made herself appear to be a normal human, she seemed to be a Dragon shifter. I know you were drawn to me by the spell, but I didn’t know how you would appear due to the variety of stories about your kind, if that makes sense.” Aurelia averted her eyes, almost feeling a bit all over the place because of Gyatso. Part of her wondered if part of what she was feeling was potentially physical attraction, but that felt impossible considering she identified as ace. Dismissing that notion, she forced herself to only look at his face, and yet she wondered what made him take on this appearance for his human form, not to mention why he chose a Tibetan Mastiff to initially appear as. Mastiffs were emotional dogs, and he also appeared to take on the appearance of one of the monks from the temples, though she figured that maybe she had to be drawn to both in a sense in her thoughts. “By the way, I’m making tea, and I’m usually not this talkative around new people, much less others that aren’t human…” Mentally she was cursing herself at her being so talkative, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, it felt nice to talk to someone new. Despite how much she wanted to keep talking, Aura forced herself to stay quiet, waiting for Gyatso to say something to make up for the fact that she basically talked his ear off.
Has it really been that long since I felt comfortable talking to a being I just met, especially a male one?"
878,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-09-07T03:56:00,Chartreux,"Aurelia seemed surprised that she had managed summoning him. The Guardian, while not surprised to have been summoned, felt that it was best for him to let his new mistress express herself without interrupting her. As he listened, she introduced herself as 'Aurelia' and 'Aura to her friends'. He found himself hoping that she might count him as one of her friends, but as they had only just met he decided not to force the issue. Aurelia had summoned him to be her guardian and that was more than enough.
Aurelia placed a blanket about his shoulders. He held the gift in place with his hands. The she led him to a stool and indicated that he ought to sit while she continued to adjust to her new situation. She confessed that she was 'new' to summoning and seemed surprised at her success. She was his summoner and mistress, his time was hers.
Aurelia now seemed to move in worldly ways, to comfort for herself in a mundane fashion. She appeared to be preparing tea. Tea.... The idea of tea was both familiar and new at the same time. It was a seeming contradiction. Had he lived another life and lost many memories or was he a new being with information and memories once belonging from someone else? It didn't matter, he looked forward to the tea either way.
""... I need to think of a name for you,"" said Aurelia. She still moved at preparing the tea, but he noticed a momentary shudder in her frame as if something disturbed the calm that she had been working at. A few seconds later, she looked at him and asked, ""How about 'Gyatso'?"" She had more words after that, but the name strongly held his attention for some seconds. 'Ocean'? The new name reinforced what Gyatso felt as he was being formed as a guardian, a place that could be calm and pleasant yet turn violent and destructive in a storm. Much of what an ocean was lay hidden beneath its surface....
""Any chance you could… umm… make yourself appear to be dressed?"" she asked. ""Being around a naked being… I just…"" Gyatso immediately understood that there was a nakedness taboo. There was a lot to learn in this world. Getting clothed in glamour was a simple matter and Gyatso quickly seemed to be wearing robes, primarily of a dark wine like color with some portions in a dull orange.
Aurelia continued to speak, relating how her best friend had managed a summoning of a guardian with some aspects of a dragon. Gyatso knew what a dragon was. It seemed good to him that they were probably not going to be adversaries. Then she went on to confess her nervousness at his presence.
It was time for Gyatso to speak. ""Please, Aurelia, let yourself be calm. You are in no danger from your servant. I accept Gyatso as my name. It pleases me that you like this name and would give it to me."" He paused briefly and then asked, ""Is this acceptable 'clothing'? To be completely honest, I don't know why, when I thought of clothing, that these particular clothes manifested. I have much to learn.""
Then Gyatso said, ""On another matter, while I have two manifestations, a canine and a human, I will be completely able to understand your words to me in either form. If you desire to have me voice my thoughts then I will need to be in my human form. The canine throat was not designed with human speech in mind. I will accompany you in whichever form you prefer, but remember that my canine form has natural defenses and weapons."" He held up his left hand, ""However, the human hands are marvelously designed and I believe can be very useful.""
Gyatso felt that he needed to do something. He considered his left hand and put its thumb into his mouth. Unseen from outside his mouth, the thumb and nail changed. He bit down and felt his teeth cut through the nail. When he withdrew it, the black nail had the shape of a dog's claw, a dew claw, and it was a half to three-quarters of an inch long.
He turned the palm of his right hand upwards and placed the fragment of claw in the center of it. It had a little residue of his spit on it. He could find water to wash it, but she should have this bit of him now. Again, he smiled at Aurelia, saying, ""This is for you."""
879,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-10-08T10:12:00,Kaila Sharp,"It was still an unusual situation all around, but Aurelia knew she had to adjust to it more so than others who put themselves in a similar situation. Luckily Gyatso seemed to intent on calming her anxiety, and yet he wondered if his clothing was acceptable. ""Yes, of course it's acceptable. In fact… I like it."" Her words were soft, and as he explained that he would understand her in both forms, she couldn't help it as she nodded in response.That's good to know, so I can call him to help if I need it in his canine form. Viktor won't know what hit him in the canine form.Right as the thought ended, she managed to hear him compliment how human hands were designed while being useful, and she couldn't help it as she felt her face begin to heat up. ""Well, not all of them are created equally, but in the heat of the moment, they can be useful…"" It was at that moment when she realized he had his thumb in his mouth, but upon him taking it out, she noticed that he was now holding a dog's dewclaw that was still covered in some of his spit. Aura gingerly reached over and took it from Gyatso, and while she knew it was likely not the best idea to be touching something that had been inside another being's mouth, that didn't mean she could reject what she knew was her talisman for summoning him again.
""Thank you Gyatso, and I'll have to get it wrapped so it can be a pendant for a necklace. If my emotions don't summon you first, I should have a way to do so willingly, and I'm sure this isn't the most unusual thing people have worn as jewelry."" Aurelia smiled as she spoke, but her thoughts were soon preoccupied as she heard the water start to boil as she knew it would soon be time to let the tea bags steep for a bit. ""That's the water for the tea, but let me allow for it to steep so we can keep talking."" It was at that point she got out a couple tea bags that appeared to be different from the store brand tea bags, and they had a scent both herbal and citrusy, most notably having peppermint in it. There was a local store that she'd gone to that had the opportunity to create a tea blend, and while the leaves were chamomile, she hoped that the blend wouldn't be overpowering for Gyatso since the ingredients were meant to help soothe anxiety. Once they were in the water, she walked over to the sink to wash off the dewclaw, and it was only after it was cleaned did she sit before her Guardian. ""I put the tea bags together myself, but they're my last ones since I haven't been able to go to the store where I'd made them for weeks now. It's kind of a complicated situation for why I summoned you, but I don't know how I'm supposed to explain it considering I don't know how to talk about it to begin with."" It was at that moment when she grabbed her phone to swipe through to a video she'd taken right before she made up her mind to leave Viktor for good, and she gently helped the being sitting with her take the phone before hitting play on the video. Aura didn't know how Gyatso would react, but that was the least of her problems considering he needed to know who she needed the most protection from.
There was a lot of yelling upon hitting play, and while it showed a heavyset male yelling before going into a pocket, it was clear whoever was taking the video didn't want it to be clear it was happening as it appeared whoever was taking the video was trying her hardest to calm down the male. Something crashed shortly after, causing the woman taking the video to gasp while pleading for the male to go take a walk and calm down, only for what sounded like someone was starting to attack the woman. The male was telling the woman it was her fault that he was doing this, and that if she would only do more housework, more cooking, and even sleep with him more often, then he wouldn't feel the need to do this. After a bit, it sounded as if the male stopped his physical assault, and it sounded like the two of them were moving elsewhere before it sounded like the woman taking the video was pushed into a room right before a door slammed shut. It sounded like the woman got up before going over to another part of the room, only for water to start running as she pulled out her phone again. At that point, she pointed the camera towards a mirror that was able to show her entire body, and it was revealed to be Aurelia as her face made it obvious that she was beaten badly right as she held a piece of gauze to what could only be a supposed split lip while her head had a cut somewhere on it that was bleeding down the front of her face, but there was an unfamiliar look in her eyes as she stared at her reflection before whispering just loud enough to be caught by the mic over the water.
""This is the last time, Viktor. You will never do this again, and let this be the proof that helps to send you to rot in prison.""
Upon finishing the video, if Gyatso were to look at Aurelia, her expression would've been unreadable as the mix of emotions would've been all over her face. She couldn't find the strength to look at him, but it was obvious from her body language that she felt something about the video that was akin to shame… like it was a reminder of something horrible. ""That was almost four months ago, and I left him not long after that. I wish that was the only time, but it was far from it. Viktor, my ex… he found me less than a month after I left, and I can't get him to leave me alone."" The lack of scars made it obvious that she'd been using magic to heal herself, but the mental ones weren't so easy to heal. ""Police won't do anything unless he physically attacks me, but considering he's almost broken into my apartment, threatened my best friend while calling him slurs that should get him arrested for a hate crime, and there's evidence he's tried to sabotage my finances by trying to declare every purchase since our breakup was fraudulent… I just… I've exhausted the human methods to get him to stop, and magic feels like a last resort."" She didn't know why she was unloading on her Guardian like this, but at the same time, it wasn't like Hunter fully understood what it was like to be in this position. He'd had his own family commit unspeakable acts against him, but to let someone who you'd let into your life because you fell in love with them start to do those very things… he still didn't understand why she stayed so long to begin with. ""Humans suck for the most part, and I know not all of them do, but there's a darkness in some of them I will never fully understand. Even other mortal beings can't help it when they feel disgusted by it, but nobody wants to try to stop it."" Aura wasn't even sure if Gyatso fully understood her situation, but she knew for a fact that she needed to stay safe if she was going to make Viktor pay for what he'd done to her.
If only it were that simple to make sure he got what he deserved, but if it was, charges wouldn't get filed against her if she went through with it."
880,The Guardian,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-guardian.25921/,2022-10-09T07:36:00,Chartreux,"'Strange,' thought Gyatso, 'I wonder why Aurelia is blushing?' The Guardian didn't believe that he'd given her any reason to be uncomfortable. He'd been talking a bit about his human hands when it happened. It likely would not do for reasoned that he would learn more about his Mistress as they spent more time together.
It was good that Aurelia had suppressed any squeamish feelings and had accepted the token bit of Gyatso's body. That token would become the talisman for her to summon him from outside of this time and space. He 'felt' the connection between them become stronger when she touched the bit of claw that he had bitten off for her. Now Gyatso could also 'feel' some casual part of her connection to the blanket that she had earlier placed over his shoulders. It was comforting to her and she was sharing it with him. He was grateful for it.
Still, Gyatso noticed that Aurelia was not quite at ease. The mundane act of making the tea lifted her mood somewhat, but she was still getting used to the idea that she had summoned him and seemed to feel a need to justify the action to him and perhaps to herself. Any information was helpful, but Gyatso knew what his purpose was and Aurelia didn't need to explain why she had summoned him. It was new, but it seemed very natural to him. He did not interrupt her as she spoke. Then she showed him a small device that displayed moving images and sounds. Aurelia positioned it so that he could watch and hear.
He instinctively seemed to know that this was the image and sounds of Aurelia's antagonist. Of course, she wouldn't be so upset if she was just showing him something interesting. Gyatso focused on what he was seeing and hearing. The man was apparently sick with violence. Logically, no one but a healer would have anything to do with such a person so it must be either a new development or he somehow was able to hide his sickness until it boiled up. The man was a danger to himself, a danger to others and most importantly he was a danger to Aurelia.
When the recording, Gyatso briefly smiled at his new understanding, was done, he looked over to Aurelia. Playing the recording was painful to her, she did not enjoy it, but it was a testament to her strength and resolve to heal and get beyond this sickness that made her share the recording with Gyatso. Aurelia continued to explain the man's violent sickness and how the human society was failing to protect her. Gyatso would not fail to protect Aurelia. It was his reason for existing. He wanted to comfort her but he needed to do it with his words. ""Aurelia,"" said Gyatso, ""I will protect you from this man, Viktor, and whatever else seeks to harm you. I will seek not to inconvenience or trouble you, therefore if there is something that you wish for me to do that I have not been doing then you must tell me about it. I hope that you will feel that you can depend upon me.""
The scent of the steeped tea tickled Gyatso's nose. He smiled a toothy smile, closed his eyes, leaned his head back and inhaled deeply. ""Oh,"" he quietly exclaimed, ""the tea smells very nice!"" Then he opened his eyes to look at Aurelia. He hoped that his presence calmed her.
Then a thought occurred to him and he spoke, ""Aurelia, would it be possible for us to meet with your friend with the dragon guardian? I am confident in my ability to guard you, but I am operating mostly on instinct and I believe that I could be a much better Guardian with more information. Also, I think it would be good for us to be with someone that you are already at ease with until you are sufficiently more comfortable with me."" Then he gave his mistress another big smile and said, ""We could go to that shop that you mentioned and get supplies for a tea party, yes?"" It would also be good for Aurelia to feel that she could go outside and know that she would be protected."
881,The horny sex being that lives in my basement,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-horny-sex-being-that-lives-in-my-basement.23869/,2021-12-16T16:01:00,OnyxSaber3,"The new place... I hated it. It was super old, and it looked like it was not taken care of in a hundred years. But, thanks to my asshole father, my mom and I had to move into this dump because it was all she could afford. Although I felt really bad for Mom, I was not happy having to spend senior year at a brand new public school. Mom said I could make new friends, but since it's my last year of school, she didn't force me to.
However, after two weeks, strange things started to happen. When I would change, something would appear behind me while I was in front of my mirror, and when I turned around, it was gone. I started to get really scared now, but whenever I told Mom, she said I was seeing things. Yea, I was totally seeing things when I woke up the next morning and found a wet spot on my bed, and I know damn well it was NOT from me. I would end up meeting this being about a month later, when I went into the basement to check the fuse box when the power went out during a storm...
I hope you enjoy this little supernatural erotic plot. I've wanted to try this for a while now but I never had a chance to post it.
For my character I will be Mileena from Mortal Kombat (her MKX model) and for kinks I love teasing, orgasm denial, public sex, public masturbation, secret sex, orgasm denial, bondage, and possession. Hit me up in DM's so we can get started. Hope to hear back
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882,The Hounds Daughter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hounds-daughter.17863/,2020-08-13T08:13:00,BurnningAutum,"(Warning! This thread will contain blood and gore! None of it is sexual in nature! This is just a general blood warning because i know this makes some people uncomfortable! If this is not your cup of tea, please dont read any further!)
Winter was such a terrible time to hunt while in a city or even a town for that matter. There was no hiding the blood once it stained snow even if one dose manage to get rid of the body. Hexa had no problems with leaving behind a bloody mess of those she has killed by any means, but the snow made it so the messes were discovered far faster then they would have been during the fall or spring seasons. Not to mention that The Order has its claws dug into nearly every city, it was just another thing to watch out for. Then there are the demons who think that they are big shots and have a chance at killing her. Not like it mattered in the end, they were all small fries, the Inner Circle Demons rarely came to Earth and when they did The Order was all over them like flies to a body.
The half breed had been only in the city for a few short days and while the demon population was strangely high in the city she did manage to hold herself back from attacking them on sight. For the time being she was letting them come to her, letting them think she was on the defence. Doing this made it so she didn’t stand out nearly as much. The snow begins to fall once more and Hexa would impassively stare down at the bloody stain in the snow. It had been a low class demon at one point. Thanks to the meal that the demon became, Hexa no longer felt the hunger that has been gnawing at her sense she had entered the city. After all the female could only survive for so long on human food. The need to devour demons is always present in Hexa's appetite.
While wiping the blood from her lips with the back of the black sweater sleeve, Hexa would move to a somewhat clean patch of snow within the alley. Grabbing a handful of snow and rubbing it across her hands to try and get at least some the blood off. A sigh would come from the female, sending a cloud of mist into the air as she found that the snow wasnt helping as much as she would liked it to. With a grumble the half breed would toss the soiled snow from her hands and back onto the ground before pulling the fluffy hood of the vest she wore up and over her head. Shoving her hands into the pockets of the vest and turning on her heel, Hexa would leave the blood bath in the alley to make her way back to the place that she was calling home for the time being. A rather shady looking hotel on the bad side of the city. Thankfully at this point in time the sun had long sense set and with the cold most people already had moved indoors to get out of the cold and to retire for the night.
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883,The Hounds Daughter,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hounds-daughter.17863/,2020-10-25T20:01:00,Rainbow_Girl,?
884,The Legend of the Newbie,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-legend-of-the-newbie.25635/,2022-07-29T20:15:00,Austin Valenti,"The orange Autumn leaves from the trees around Y/N slowly fell one by one as they made their way to the nearest city, traveling from the small town Y/N had been raised in. The leaves that had fallen before the day’s travel had crunched under their feet leaving traces of their travels on the dirt path, not paved by anything more than the footsteps taken on it by other travelers throughout the time the road had been used. A few guards passed by the traveler giving a few greetings and warnings to stay careful as they made their way to DrakeWard, the closest city that held an Adventurer Guild. Every Guild had praised the God of Adventure and Discovery, Dos, who had founded the first Guild. The reason for him doing so is surrounded in multiple rumors and stories all connected as to how the deity came to be. Once Y/N had gotten to the city gates a chilled breeze had blown past them ruffling their clothes a bit and reminding them of the incoming cold that had been creeping closer and closer with the impending snow that followed.
Y/N had walked through the gate of the city leading to a stone brick paved road making Y/N’s shoes click against the stones as well as the other travelers on the road. Shops on both sides of the street sold various things from shop to shop such as armor and clothes to tools and weapons, everyday items and liquids and contraptions and more. Signs around the city lead Y/N to where the guild building had been, wedged between a clock tower and a home that had a hallway connecting over the road to a building across the street. The building had a royal blue fabric sign with a gold font stating what the building had been. Inside laughter can be heard as a few members tell what had most likely been their latest story, the double door open to the street outside as Y/N made their way inside.
Once inside the current receptionist at the counter had noticed Y/N, giving them a smile as he hadn’t noticed you before. He had grabbed a resignation paper that had been endowed with an enchantment to show the person bonded to the parchment their status in the guild at a command. A pen and inkwell sat on the counter for himself and others to use, the parchment beside him and ready for whatever request that the newest face in town had to ask
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~I will narrate and play as other characters in the story
~You can play multiple characters but send their basic information in pm and I'll do the same as you meet new characters"
885,The mixup,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-mixup.14919/,2020-03-05T20:05:00,TheWanderers,"Looking for an 'accidental' swap her - where the future mother-in-law gets in the wrong tent. In the heat of the moment, things happen during the night, before the mistake reveals itself in the morning - what happens next is quite open!
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The trip had been a bit of a disaster so far. Camping had seemed like a good idea until the thunderstorm had struck. The deluge had revealed that not all the packs were waterproof - or if they had been, they no longer were. Andrew was accompanying his girlfriend and her parents on a camping trip that was mean to bring them all closer as the relationship between Andrew and Sarah was getting quite serious. Serious enough that the word 'marriage' was coming up more and more frequently.
Andrew and Sarah's father set up the tents as darkness fell. They had all been sheltering as best they could out of the rain, hoping it would let up, but it did not. They had made an early dinner while they had waited, the warm food helping lift their spirits, but now that it was quite late they had no choice but to set up in the darkness. The girls went off to take care of business while the guys got in their own respective tents, giving them an opportunity to get out of their wet clothes and naked into sleeping bags. The girls, of course, would do the same once they returned - wandering off a ways to have a mother/daughter talk in the darkness.
Andrew at 24 years old was a handsome young man. Fit and athletic, he was about as tall as Sarah's father but had a leaner, more toned body and more defined muscles. His dark black hair was cut short and he kept himself clean shaven too. Smart and intelligent, he was certainly a catch.
When he had first met Sarah and saw pictures of her family, he had assumed her mother was actually her sister at first - the likeness was uncanny and her mother had a very youthful look despite being twenty years older. He had found meeting her parents to be a pleasant experience and was looking forward to becoming part of their family.
As thunder shook the tent, he heard Sarah and her mother squeal as they returned to the tents. The rain was almost deafening on the tarp and all Andrew could see was the silhouette of his naked girlfriend as she crawled into the tent and slid into her sleeping bag - he had zippered their bags together like the previous night.
He spooned against her for warmth, feeling her shivering start to die down as he pressed his body against the back of hers. With the deafening sounds of the storm raging around them, he knew they wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. She had made him promise no 'frisky business' while camping but he decided to push his luck. It'd keep them warm and they surely wouldn't be heard.
Slowly, he slid his arm over her waist and cupped her bare breast with his hand, squeezing it firmly to see how she would respond."
886,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-08-29T00:13:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy Milbanks couldn't believe her ears as she listened to her father, the Dean of Warfield Academy, which had gone from a prep school to a bonafide college, albeit private and still for the utterly famous, in Great Britain. There were a few there that matched the famous families, but not necessarily the rich or fabulously wealthy including a daughter of a horse breeder and son of a well known pilot.
The auburn haired young woman groaned as she and a few other girls; four others to be exact; including the aforementioned daughter of the horse breeder, now stood before her father who was tapping a ruler against his mildly cluttered desk.
""Emerald. Stop slouching. Tracy. Stop sighing. Blair stop twiddling. Do you five have any idea why I've singled you out especially?""
Princess Emerald, related to the ruler of England through blood, but not in the direct lineage of the throne, raised her hand. The fiery redhead (both temperament and hair colour), with piercing green eyes, looked directly at Tracy. ""Well, except for one of us, who is dorm president an' has her own suite, none of us have roommates. I heard there's going to be a new arrival soon.""
Mr. Milbanks nodded. ""Correct. The daughter of one of James Bond's siblings."" This started two of the girls discussing amongst themselves the possibilities of meeting the famous James Bond by being the roommate of his niece. Blair tutted, Princess Emerald rolled her eyes, and Tracy looked like she wanted to shrink and disappear. She did speak up. ""This won't work out. Just because Mr. Bond himself came here when it was still a prep school, before heading to Eton, doesn't mean his niece will be a star student. For all we know, she could be a troublemaker like James Bond Jr, his nephew, whom you threw out first day.""
Mr. Milbanks silenced the chatter and his own daughter by slapping the ruler especially hard on the desk. ""I have been reassured by Bond's sister, the mother of Ms. Bond, that she is going to be a very proper and quiet young lady who is here to learn. One more negative remark from YOU, Tracy, and daughter or no, dorm president or no.... She's rooming with you, and this meeting will be adjourned.""
Tracy's mouth dropped open but no sound came from it. She frowned. One day with James Bond Jr was enough for Tracy not only to be suspicious of anyone with the last name of Bond, but also to swear off men. She closed her mouth.
""All five of you ladies will write a report on the good Mr. Bond has done for Britain and the world, and the winner will be the roommate of Ms. Bond. Include his fighting against SPECTRE and SCUM.""
""I admit he's done good, but I really don't appreciate his womanizing, and demoralizing women around the world. Anything not including that, would be a half-truth and something you are against, Dad. You've drilled into us to be upfront and honest as well as being proper."" Tracy said glaring at her dad.
Milbanks slapped the ruler hard enough to snap it and stinging his hand. The princess and equestrian being the two to catch the pieces flying in two separate directions.
""Congratulations, Tracy, you just saved everyone from writing the report... And, yes, you have yourself a roommate. If she shows signs of the deplorable behavior we witnessed in Jr, and that you despise in Mr. Bond himself, correct her. You are dorm president after all. Did you really think I was kidding when I warned you to watch your negative remarks? Expect your roommate sometime between now and the end of the week. Good day, ladies. Dismissed.""
Tracy was soon left alone in the Dean's office with her father. Her mouth hanging open and eyes stuck on wide. Mr. Milbanks glared at her. ""I said 'dismissed', go prepare your dorm.""
(Sorry it's not in color)"
887,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-08-29T04:41:00,Chrystal Dark,"
Jasmine Bond was not entirely happy at being packed off to some English college for the Rich and Famous. ""Mummy, seriously, there's plenty of great colleges around Edinburgh, Why do I have to go to an English one?"" She was still complaining as her uncle'sAston Martinroared along the M4 from Heathrow, heading for an undisclosed location that so far as she knew was ""on the coast"". Her voice had the light Scots burr of a lowlander, unlike her Mother Arlene Bond (nee MacGregor) who had a proper Highland brogue.
""Och sweetie we've bin aever this a'reedy sae many times, Ye need te stae yer haverin', and dae wha' ye're taeld."" Her mother's voice was slightly distorted by the smart phone she was using to try one last time as the car took the turn onto the M5, heading for the West Country with it's seemingly infinite supply of smugglers' coves and granite cliffs.
""Uncle James...?""
""Oh no. Don't get me involved in this one..."" The infamous Double-Oh agent had a stoic expression on his face, his eyes glued firmly to the road as he tooled the Aston through the traffic around Bristol.
Jasmine sighed and ended the call, relaxed into the seat and closed her eyes. This was probably the safest car in the world to be driven in, given that it was capable of withstanding anything up to a tank main gun round at point blank range. She'd lost the fight and was doomed to spend three entire years studying Political Science at a place with no academic references that no-one had ever heard of (except, apparently, her Uncle). And all because her dad, whom she'd never actually met, had suddenly turned up at 85 Albert Embankment... At least, his head had. Where the rest of him was, no-one knew. From what she understood, the late brother of James Bond had gone on some deep undercover mission when she was six, and had never been seen again until the postmaster at SIS headquarters had x-rayed a suspicious package and found it contained a human head.
Jasmine wasn't exactly upset about it, after all she didn't know the man. No. what upset her was that she was now forced to cancel her hard earned spot at Edinburgh University because it wasn't safe.
She must have dozed off because the next thing she knew Uncle James was shaking her awake. ""We're here,"" he told her, rolling his Rs the way she did.
She muttered something that might have been ""Thank you,"" as she clambered from the car. The boot popped open and she retrieved her bags. Including the one that the wrinkly old quartermasterhad thrust on her as she was leaving Heathrow. Uncle James had said something about ""Starting a back to school range now, are we now, Q?"" To which the old man had responded ""Oh grow up, Double-Oh Seven,"" and then proceeded to explain a variety of extremely lethal devices concealed within what looked like a perfectly ordinary backpack and handbag.
Uncle James lifted her holdall easily onto his shoulder, grunted and dropped it to the ground, allowing the wheels to take the weight as they headed for the front door. A grey haired man with a moustache waited to greet them, along with a cute is somewhat stuck up loking girl about Jasmine's age. The man greeted Uncle James like an old friend, and then turned to Jasmine.
""So this is your niece. My condolences on your loss, my dear.""
Jasmine shrugged. ""I never knew him..."" It had become a formula, a rote reply that she gave whenever anyone mentions the death of the British Agent that noone had even known existed, for twelve years.
""Ah. Hmm. Well... This is my daughter Tracy, you'll be rooming with her.""
Uncle James' eyes did that thing they did when he saw a pretty woman. ""My my, Tracy. you've grown. Last time I saw you, you were this high and in pigtails...!""
""Oh Grow up, Uncle James!"" Jasmine couldn't resist it, and only just managed to stop herself using the code number. She didn't know how much people here knew. But she did do a pretty good impression of Q's voice.
""Hmm, Yes, you two run along. Principle Milbanks and I have matters to discuss.""
Jasmine sighed and took the tow handle of the holdall from her uncle. ""Okay, well, Lead On."""
888,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-08-29T06:20:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy scoffed, but politely said, as she DID respect the man's reputation to save the world several times a year. ""And I hated pigtails."" She glared at her dad as he patted Bond's back. ""It's Dean now that your old prep school is a college. Political Science will be her major I understand? Splendid. She and Tracy will most likely have a class they share, although my daughter is going into Criminology.... Come, some tea at my office, and a quick go over on the rules, my old friend and pupil. I'll try to be quick.""
Tracy started walking towards the dorm after grabbing one of Jasmine's bags. ""You can call me Tracy or Ms. Milbanks. Makes no nevermind to me, Ms. Bond."" Her clear New York attitude up front and personal. ""Your cousin was not exactly very forthcoming or on time. I hope you being here on time will be a sign you're vastly different from.... Ugh. Junior."" She took Jasmine to the top of the three story dorm building and unlocked the key to her suite. ""Since you're my roommate, you have half a large room, private bath you share with only me. No male visitors after six pm or when the dorm president, which is me, rings the curfew bell, usually during lockdowns. They are infrequent, but when Dad has the notion...."" She pushed the door open, ""Your keycard will be on your dresser, which is the one on the left."" She pointed. It would most likely be the largest studio flat Jasmine would have ever seen, if not the cleanest. One thing about rooming with the dorm president, was they had a fully equipped kitchen, a standard loo, except an actual tub instead of a shower stall, but somehow enough room to turn around. The two queen size beds sat almost opposite each other. Tracy pointed to the one by the window. ""Unless DAD orders me to switch, you'll have the window and scenic view of the sea all to yourself. Decorate how you want within these guidelines. Ms. Bond. Please do not be like your cousin and ignore reading the handbook."" She set the bag on Jasmine's bed. ""Good grief! What have you got in this thing?! Bricks?!"" With a sigh, ""I'll let you have some peace to unpack, and we take turns cooking. Daily. I've already got a small roast in the oven with potatoes and carrots, so you can start tomorrow morning with breakfast. As long as it's quick, as I have to introduce you to the instructors, not just yours, all of them, tomorrow. Take it up with my dad. That's what he ordered."" She went into the kitchen, bent over the oven in something between a bunny bend and a regular, showing off her blue jeans and her hips, as she basted the roast.
Tracy's side was so neat, Jasmine could eat off the floor if she wanted, and her decor spoke stereotypical female jock (although track was the only thing she was in) with purples, oranges and football (soccer) players on her wall. One look at her half of the closet, would scream the lady seriously needed a wardrobe adjustment. Blue jeans and pink blazer shirts, seemed to be all she had, except a navy blue cocktail dress that didn't look like it had even been worn once. That, a little makeup on Tracy's dresser, along with pink lipstick and a few stuffed animals was all the feminity Jasmine would find upon first look. If she'd do a little snooping in the closet, in the back, she would find other things, more stuffed animals, an old Barbie Rock Star doll, and more feminine clothes like skirts and dresses packed in a box that said, ""Do not open until the right one comes along"" but the flaps closed, one half on top, the other half under the other flaps. And not sealed. Only Tracy knew why she kept the doll..."
889,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-08-29T18:24:00,Chrystal Dark,"Jasmine nodded. ""Tracy... As in Dick? Ha ha"" There was definitely something going on with this girl, and the snide remark about Tracy's attitude was prompted by the Antarctic-in-July reception she was getting. She was dressed for travelling in pale grey slacks and a gunmetal grey hoodie over a plane black tee. Not exactly smart, but not scruffy either. Her neck-length dark brown hair was tousled from the trip, but she could see no reason for the othe brunette to treat her like she was street scum.
She followed the girl to the dorm, wondering about the oblique reference to 'junior'. ""Wait, you mean Cousin James? That arsehole is here?"" She went even paler - if that were possible - than her natural colour, what Billy Connelly refers to as 'pale blue'. She was relieved to learn that her cousin had lasted less than a day at the college. ""Yep. Planning to build my own little place in the grounds for some peace and quiet..."" She replied, setting the Q-Pack down delicately in case anything in it decided to explode or spontaneously launch projectiles randomly.
Tracy headed for the kitchen and Jasmine paused to admire the view, then turned to look out of the window by her bed. ""Mmm, Nice view...!"" She set about unpacking. In fact a whole six kilos of the weight of her bag was herWalther KK500 Anatomic .22 Target Rifle, and another half kilo was boxes of ammo. Apparently the placedid have a shooting range so she would be able to keep her eye in. She hefted the thing out of her bag, checked that her room mate was still busy, fished a key out of her cleavage and unlocked the case. She checked the weapon over quickly for transit damage. Finding none, and ensuring there was no round nor empty case in the breech, then closed and locked the case and popped it in the back of the wardrobe. She took the two cartons of .22 lr cartridges and looked for a safe lockable place to keep them. She didn't see anywhere suitable and shrugged. She would hand them to the Dean, or possibly the shooting instructor if there was one, when she had the opportunity, but for now she tucked them in the back of her underwear drawer.
It was more paranoia than nosiness that made her go through Tracy's things. Nothing of any real interest. Her own teddy bear was a bit squashed by the journey but a gentle pummelling soon had her back in shape and sitting on the bed in pride of place in the corner next to the pillow.
Her clothes put away, the Q-case under the bed in case she needed it in a hurry, she trotted into the bathroom, then the kitchen. ""Mmm, Smells good. I seriously hope you were joking about me cooking, because, honestly, Trace, unless you're God, you won't appreciate my cooking."" She grimaced and added, ""And neither will the fire brigade...! I suppose it's a good way to meet hunky firemen if that's what you're into?"" A fairly subtle question there, just to test the waters."
890,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-08-29T22:43:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy looked over from where she was at, the cabinet with plates. ""First the Dick Tracy crack and now you're own cooking? Even Princess Emerald, who didn't know a sauce pan from a soup pot wasn't THAT dense. You're underestimating yourself. Here, you CAN set a table, yes? Show me you're one up on the princess in at least that regard. Thank you. Flatware is there,"" point to a top drawer, ""Glassware there."" She pointed up to above the sink. ""And, no, they're called glasses despite none of them actually being made of glass."" What they were were different sizes of to go plastic reusable cups, many from fast food places, ranging from eight ounces to a litre. One large cup was from Arthur Treacher Fish and Chips, and was probably as old as her, but still in great condition.
She took a breath, ""As for your compliment, thank you. Before these three years are over, you'll be cooking as well as me. Actually... I hope it's better than me. Plan on being up early every morning to learn how to cook different breakfasts. I'll start off easy with fried eggs and ham."" She frowned even more before returning to a regular look (for her) ""Men. Huh. Tell me, what are they good for? I'm done with them. Junior was the final straw. As for another of your remarks, all I can say is don't insult the arses by calling your cousin one."" Yes. Tracy Milbanks did have a sense of humor after all. Even if her delivery probably would have frozen even Queen Elsa.
Tracy went back to the oven and poked the roast, before pulling it out, setting it on a cooling rack atop the stove (the turned off large burner). ""I do believe we can eat. We serve ourselves. You first."" She would set a hot placemat on the table before moving the roast pot there with two mismatched oven mitts."
891,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-09-10T14:26:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Lay table, right.... Pwuk pwuk pwukawk!"" Bond giggled. It was an old joke she and her mother shared, related to the free-range hens that roamed her mother's garden. She began pulling knives and forks and plates and a couple of the mismatched beakers from drawers and setting them on the table. ""You know what would go well with that? A nice bottle of chianti or rioja. If it were steak, I'd say claret, but a topside roast doesn't quite rate that class of wine. A decent riserva or classico would go down very nicely though... She grinned and went back to her bag, remembering her uncle tucking a couple of bottles in it.
""Ah, shame, I only have a Côtes du Rhone Villages. Not even a Chateauxneuf, Uncle James you are such a cheapskate! Oh I also have a Petit Chablis in case you want to break tradition and go white with red, but it's not exactly chilled."" She shrugged, set the red on the table and popped the Chardonnay into the fridge. She rummaged through the drawer, failed to find what she was after and sighed, went bac to her bed and pulled the Swiss army knife from the Q-bag.
""You've heard of Gibbs' rules, from NCIS? Number 9 is 'Never go anywhere without a knife?', well Bond rule number one is, 'Never go anywhere without a corkscrew!'""
A few minutes later they were sat on opposite sides of the small table, plates of steaming meat and veg in front of each and a plastic beaker of wine in hand. ""Well, this is romantic...,"" Jasmine quipped. ""All we need is a candle. Here's to room-mates."" She lifted her 'glass' and tapped it against Tracy's with a soft click."
892,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-09-10T21:16:00,Silver Lining,"To say Tracy was impressed with how Jasmine conducted herself would actually be an understatement. Taking the oven mitts off, she watched her new roommate do the set up, crack an actual joke that broke Tracy into a smile and abbreviated laugh of ""Pffftt!""
Tracy raised an eyebrow at the offer of wine. Well, it beat water or tea so she nodded. She continued to watch as Jasmine Bond even poured the wine in the smaller plastic cups Tracy owned.
As Jasmine finally sat down, Tracy Milbanks actually smiled and clapped. The smile faded just as quickly back to a stoic expression, as Jasmine offered a toast. With a nod, and lift of the glass, Tracy remarked with a slight smile, ""I'll drink to that."" After taking a sip, she deadpanned, ""But you're not going to get me in bed with you untilat leastthe fifth date. This is only the first, Bond."" She looked up and across to her table and roommate. ""And I did say,at least the fifth."" She had just the trace of a smile, but Jasmine would have to really look hard for a twinkle... If Tracy was even capable of that. She might be subconsciously, as Jasmine had clearly impressed her.
After dinner, Tracy insisted on being the proper hostess and doing the dishes, telling Jasmine that she could take care of the dishes on her days to cook, since Tracy would be teaching her how to cook, anyway. She only asked Jasmine help refrigerate the leftovers, which was apparently only the wine. With two eating, the small roast was pretty much gone except some juice and scraps that could easily be fit in a small Tupperware bowl with lid. ""It's only fair that you cook, you clean."" She commented as she stood over the sink washing everything, before putting in the drainer to drip dry, and taking her cup of wine over to the sofa and sitting down. ""What do you do for enjoyment?"" Tracy asked, not realizing how loaded that question really was."
893,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-09-22T23:19:00,Chrystal Dark,"Bond... Jasmine was used to it, having been educated at St Georges School in Edinburgh, but normally roomies were on first-name terms. And who said this was adate? And what made this snooty bitch think that Bondwanted to be in bed with her? It took a few seconds and a mouthful of the G-S-M wine to realise that her roomie wasprobably baiting her. Well two can play at that. ""Hmm... Well, Millbanks, if I've got te wait that long ye'd better be something worth waiting for, aye? Place like this, I'll bet there's lassies gagging fer it."" She leered deliberately then added, ""Och, and what date do we get te be on first name terms? Sixth? Or would it be seventh?""
Tracy did the dishes all by herself. and Jasmine chuckled as she sipped on her secondplastic of wine, noticing that the other beaker was still almost half full and had not been refilled. And there were still a good 17cl of red liquid in the bottle. Tracy picked up the bottle and made to put it in the fridge.
""Hey, WHOAH! Philistine! D'ye know nothing o' wine? Ye don't refrigerate a red once it's been opened, ye'll kill it! Geit that doon ye, and ye ca have the rest."" And when Tracy refused, she held her had out for the bottle. ""Gee-it here then, ye lightweight Sassenach.""
She sat on the sofa too, refilled cup in hand, and thought for a bit. ""Well, I enjoy shooting. I'm pretty good too."" A pause, then ""Mostly at Englishmen who think that Scotland is theirs..."" She said it deadpan, and almost as an afterthought, added, ""Oh and targets. I have a pretty classy rifle."" She thought a bit more and went on. ""Horse riding, of course. I play a pretty good hand of Bridge, if you know anyone looking for a partner. I enjoy walking, swimming, and I love a good political debate!"" She smirked, then laughed softly.
""What about you?"""
894,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-09-23T17:54:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy raised an eyebrow as Jasmine actually came back at her.Interesting...she thought. She kept a stoic expression, but did come clean. ""Relax, Jasmine. You already earned first name rights. I'm cold to protect myself. Trust me. Nowadays, you can't be too careful. Besides... Your uncle's reputation as a lady killer, and your cousin, have preceded you.""
Tracy was taken aback by the insult, well, it sounded like one to her. ""How'm I sposed to know that? I don't drink that much, because I was brought up where you can't drink until you're 21! Being with dad the last five years hasn't helpedthatmuch, so, obviously I know nothing about wine, red or white! Is Sassenach some kinda Scottish insult for a New Yorker or sum'thin'?"" She then gave a few examples. ""I root for the Rangers in hockey. You wanna go there? You're a Floater! (Islander fan, have heard the term used) Baseball? Beaneater! (Boston Red Sox fan, making Tracy a Yankee fan) We got a million of them.""
After she heard what Jasmine enjoyed. She again had to chuckle at Jasmine shooting Englishmen who claim Scotland as theirs. ""You could join track. I'm on that team. You should really talk to Blair about horses, then. She's here because her dad owns a famous horse breeding farm. Miracle Studs, and the first part of that refers to their last name, so no snide remarks. Fair warning."" Apparently, Tracy had already done that and Blair told her off for it. ""Bridge... Can't help you there, unless IQ Boothroyd knows it. He's the resident super genius, but he's always inventing things, so most likely doesn't have time. I have no idea his first name. Everyone, including his girlfriend, calls him IQ. Princess Emerald is the only female on the Polo team, but she's real good. Deserves to be there. There's another equestrian you could talk to."" She shook her head, ""Swimming, that would be Phoebe Farragut and myself, although Gordo Leiter is on the men's team. He's okay... For a surfer."" She thought for a minute. ""Well, besides cooking, track, horse riding, swimming, archery, and shopping..."" A shrug. ""I'm not all that interesting."" She shook her head, ""I should warn you, not all the students are amiable around here. I actually pity the princess. She has to put up with the most egotistical, obnoxious, impolite, brown-nosing...Male... On the planet. Trevor Noseworthy. Ugh. Excuse me, I have to rinse out my mouth just from saying that name."" Jasmine would probably never see Tracy move faster than if Noseworthy showed up in the tree peering in the window. Then, it would be to punch him out of said tree.
When Tracy returned, and after sipping some more wine, she said, ""He's captain of the Polo team. That's why I pity Princess Emerald."" After a breath, she said, ""We'll never cross in one sport. You're on the rifle range. I'm in archery. Never the twain shall meet."" She held up her forefinger. ""Oh! I forgot to mention the resident student pilot. He's cool, too, for a plane jockey. Watt Chatfield's his name."""
895,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-10-06T14:55:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Pfffft... Seriously? That's his name? Oh! My! God!"" Jas couldn't help sniggering. ""Poor guy, going through school with that surname...!""
Tracy apparently needed mouthwash and came back to finish her glass of wine. ""Polo? Cricky, that's a dangerous sport. Croquet on horseback! Ha ha!"" Tracy mentioned archery and rifle shooting not meeting and Jasmine giggled. ""Except in the Wild West?"" She put on her best imitation of John Wayne and mimed cocking and shooting a Winchester rifle: ""Only good injun's a dead injun!""
And there was a pilot. ""Oooh, we'll need to compare notes. I've got twenty hours in a Cessna and ten in a Piper Archer. I need ten more to take my solo and get my licence!""
She yawned then.
""Well it's been a long day so if you have no issues I'll turn in.""
She turned her back, stripped off and then headed, naked, to the bathroom."
896,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-10-09T04:37:00,Silver Lining,"As Tracy watched Jasmine talk, she secretly hoped that she wasn't caught staring... She then blushed, as apparently Jas must've read her mind! She stripped in front of her and walked to the bathroom naked. With an audible gulp, Tracy's eyes followed her, looking her over ""Umm... Doan... Don't take too long in there Miss Bod... Eee, Bond. I meant bod. Bond.""
Blushing she went to the sink to rinse out the two cups, then wash them, deciding to hide her blush as well as embarrassment by finishing up the kitchen duties, and setting the stove up for the morning, and Jasmine's first breakfast lesson. After thinking about it, she had set out a soup pot and quick oats. Oatmeal would be easier to cook than eggs and ham, five minutes tops, they'll be pressed in the morning, even with getting up at six in the morning. Breakfast would have to be over, even the dorm president's, by seven with the plan Mr. Milbanks had set out for his daughter.
Tracy somehow managed to have all the dorm lights out except the hall, kitchen nightlight and a desk lamp near Jasmine Bond's bed. She stripped and slipped on her shorts and tank top bed clothes and climbed in bed, covered up and turned to face the wall. She'd pretend to be asleep just to avoid answering an embarrassing question regarding slipping up on Jasmine's last name. Twice! --------------------------------------
Six am came too early for Tracy the next morning, she was in the middle of a Bond type dream with her as a certain Bond's girl... Yeah, best let THAT fantasy stay in Dreamland, as she might be lesbian, but she didn't know Jasmine THAT well, and did not want to get involved in extracurricular spying activities. Besides, Jasmine was a Bond but didn't seem like the Bonds before her. Maybe because she was female and had some sense about her.
After showering and putting on a different set of pink blazer top and blue slacks, Tracy went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and pulled out the butter, strawberries, and milk. She went to a canister marked ""SUGAR"" and pulled it away from it's spot against the wall on the counter. She turned the water on and put her estimation of three cups of water in it, to boil, while setting the glass measuring cup on the counter. She set the pot on the stove, and started heating the water. ""Change of plans, Jasmine. We need real quick this morning since I'm showing you around and Dad said we have to start at seven. I'm teaching oatmeal. Very simple to make."" If Jasmine thought that would be easy enough and seen her mum make it, Tracy would let her attempt, but with pointers, since they DID need to eat it. If not, she'd give detailed directions while showing Jasmine."
897,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-11-07T00:27:00,Chrystal Dark,"The sort of person who gets up at six in the morning, according to Jasmine's mother, is the sort of person who works in an office and has to commute for at least an hour to get there. Jasmine had located the running track and was on her first lap by 5:15 am. By 5:45 she had completed ten laps of the 400m circuit and was ready for some breakfast and a large coffee. By 6:10 she was out of the shower and setting up the coffee machine to make four cups, two each, as Miss Pinky Perfect staggered in to the bathroom. She was sitting in the small lounge area reading when Tracy returned and started blathering about something called ""oatmeal"".
""Tracy, dear, I'm a Scot. Ye can keep yer ootmeal. Ah'll be haying parritch, but ye cannae mek it quick! Good poridge takes all night simmering on the lowest flame. You want quick, let's just slam some bread in the toaster."" She somehow lost the worst of the accent part way through the little speech.
Toast and marmalade later, and after finishing her second cup of coffee, dressed in skin-tight faux-leather pants, a white tee shirt and a real leather jacket, with the Q-bag on her back and her rifle ammo stored safely inside it, she was ready.
""Right, lead on Fräulein Dekantochter..."""
898,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-11-11T16:46:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy put one hand on her hip as she listened, but finally shook her head. ""Stove top has to be watched at all times. That's in the rules. Unless it can be done in the oven or a crockpot..."" She stopped and thought about that for a minute. ""Low heat, eh? Crockpot. Unless it's done in the crockpot, there won't be any porridge here.""
Well, at least she could make toast. Tracy had to tease Jasmine about that. ""The way you were going on last night, I'm surprised you can make toast! Kidding."" There were only three marmalades to choose from, but Tracy passed on those and went with apple butter, and was just finishing her last bite when she frowned at the clock. ""At least there's only the knives. Leave them for when we get back. Got everything? Then off we go."" After checking for her own key card, Tracy pulled the door shut. ""Make sure you have your key card and the door clicks when it shuts, as whether I'm here or not, your dorm room door must be shut and locked when you leave. Remind me to pull the crockpot out of storage when we get back.'
Ms. Commerce, a late 20something Speech instructor was one of the many instructors Jasmine met, and as predicted by the dean, the one instructor she shared with Tracy. Commerce even chided Tracy about how the introduction went and asked how she'd handle a press conference about an ongoing case with Scotland Yard if she couldn't introduce a fellow student correctly. ""Lucky for you, young lady, the year is young."" She said tersely toward Tracy, before offering a hand shake to Jasmine. ""What your dorm president (she didn't know they were roommates) failed to mention, is the class is 90 minutes. I'm glad she mentioned at least twice a week. A pleasure, I'm sure, Ms. Bond. And what day and time will you be in my class?""
Tracy, already showing signs of a developing crush, and a deepening of respect for Jasmine was thinking,Please be Tuesdays at 1030a and Thursdays at 200p, please, please, please!
As they left to continue the tour, they ran right into the track coach and physical education trainer, who also helped in the equestrian center who was talking to Blair Miracle. ""Tracy! Track. Today. 330pm. Don't forget.""
""I won't, Coach Mitchell. Especially since I'm the anchor. Oh, by the way, this is Jasmine Bond. I'm showing her around and introducing her to the entire staff, whether she has them or not. ""
""Bond?"" Burton Mitchell asked before offering a hand to shake. ""Any relation to an old associate of mine?""
Tracy raised an eyebrow as Burton Mitchell mentioned this. The instructor she shared with Jasmine had also mentioned knowing Jasmine's uncle. Blair knew of him, and so did Watt. Both of their parents were also associates.
Tracy and Jasmine would also learn IQ was Q's grandson and Gordo was the son of yet another friend of Bond's. She had already found out her Dad and Bond were friends from when Bond came to it as a prep school.
After the greeting, Coach Mitchell asked Tracy, ""Has she met the rifle range instructor yet? Artemis Culpepper (OC, NPC)?""
""Ah, that would be a no. We're only through the instructor list with meeting you. She hasn't met my archery instructor and coach either. The ex-GI Joe... And why do I have a feeling both of them also know Mr. Bond?""
""Tracy. Don't start. Not all the Bond family are arsewits. I can't vouch for Shana O'Hara*, but Artemis does. One of the many women that have slapped him, yet remained friends with him."" Mitchell said, pointing at Tracy.
As Tracy led Jasmine to the rifle range, she quipped, ""Shoulda renamed this college Bond instead of keeping it Warfield. Your cousin royally screwed up. I didn't know so many people here were associated with your uncle! By the way, what you called me when we left? Young lady Dekantochter? Besides being German, what is it, I mean what does it mean?"" Tracy really hoped it wasn't another insult. She'd already been insulted in Scottish over the wine.
*-Shana O'Hara is Scarlett s civilian name."
899,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-11-28T12:05:00,Chrystal Dark,"It was tedious, but jasmine supposed it was necessary. Names and faces that she would never remember. It turned out she did have two classes with Tracy, with a professor with the unlikely name of Miss Commerce. As they walked away, Jasmine asked ""Id that really her name? Good thing she's not teaching economics...!""
Probably the worst part was that almost everyone new Uncle James, and ""He's my uncle..."" Became an automated response, During one brief pause she sent him a text:
I thought you were a <secret> agent? Not so secret if everyone knows!
Depends on who knows
The SVR, the Guójiā Ānquán Bù, the VAJA and RGB?1
Ha ha, very funny!
The other thing bugging her was the number of people who offered condolences, for the death of a man she never even knew existed until a week ago.
""My cousin is a prick. On the few occasions we met he tried twice to get into my pants, despite us being first cousins, tried to seduce my best friend at school and even tried it on with mum! Thinks he's god's gift to women, and seems to be of the opinion that lesbians are girls who haven't met him yet! Oh and it's Dean's daughter. Basically an occupational patronymic.. Dunno why I said that, I guess I was just showing off.""
They reached the rifle range and Jasmine handed her ammunition to the instructor, who insisted that Jasmine call her Artie, and assured her that she'd get her own double-oh in no time. A fact that Jasmine was not entirely convinced was a good thing... And that she expected to see Jasmine on the range at least twice a week.
""Right, er, Auntie, er I mean Artie... See you there, er, here, er, then...""
She followed Tracy away meekly, still mulling over the random possibility that she seemed to be expected to follow i her uncle's - and father's - footsteps, in spite of the fact that it seemed to have got her father killed in a fairly gruesome manner.
1. The intelligence services of Russia, China, Iran and North Korea respectively."
900,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2022-12-30T00:20:00,Silver Lining,"As the day drew to a close and the two headed back to the dorm for the night, Tracy finally said out loud what she had been mulling around in her head after the meeting with Coach Mitchell and Blair, ""You know, Jazz, the one I told you about if you want to talk horses, that's who you met when you met my track coach..."" She checked the time, ""Crap. I gotta be at tryouts in five minutes..."" For some reason she kissed her roommate on the cheek, almost like it was instinct, and took off running for the track grounds. ""Looks like you have something in common with the pilot besides planes! Possible good icebreaker. I'll be back at the dorm just before six. Curfew. Have dinner ready? Even if it's Thai takeout? Appreciate it!""
It wasn't Blair or Watt that would meet Jasmine at the door, or even IQ with a fantastic gadget, but the other member of the soon to be team... Princess Emerald.
""You have a few moments, Miss Bond... And before you ask, I want to be friends so it's Emmy, if you please. And no need to be formal, I'm way down the royal ladder if you feel me. I'd like your help with something... Vital to a ball I HAVE to attend. If you know anything about them."" She looked Jasmine up and down, before nodding more to herself with a partial crack of a smile. ""Fashion wise. Which you may have at that. I need to dress nice but not in ballgown regalia, if you follow."""
901,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-01-02T22:35:00,Chrystal Dark,"""Curfew is atSIX!?!? What is this, an infant school?"" Jasmine called after Tracy's vanishing back, then turned back into the room to take stock of what was available ingredients-wise. A can of corned beef, a can of tomatoes and a can of mushrooms, together with a handful of potatoes would prove her a competent liar, with the addition of some seasoning.
The corned beef hash was almost ready to go in the oven when there was a knock at the door.
""Oh, er hi, er, Your Highness?"" She shrugged. ""Okay, Emmy. Please call me Jazz. Balls I know enough about to know I never want to go to one..."" She grinned and then took a step back as the princess brought her left arm forward and Jazz saw it was draped with clothing. ""Um, okay, er.. Well I guess I could help you pick. Come on in.""
Jasmine had meant just holding the garments up, but it seemed Emmy wanted her to have the full impact of them. She was no sooner in the door that she was stripped down to her panties. Jasmine blushed but decided it would be ruder not to oggle the displayed breasts that to do so. Emmy was just stepping into the first dress,a semi-casual backless powder blue numberwhen to her horror the door opened and who should step through but Tracy."
902,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-01-12T23:01:00,Silver Lining,"""I know, right?! Take it up with Daddy!"" Tracy yelled back with a wave. ""His rule!""
Tracy reached track practice with a few minutes to spare, and Coach Mitchell asked, ""Tracy? Did you remember the baton for the relay? You are the anchor, you have to hold on to it away from practice. It's your responsibility.""
Tracy groaned. ""I didn't go to the dorm. Things took longer than planned.""
Coach Mitchell was adamant. ""Then why are you standing there? Get it! Move!"" As soon as Tracy took off for the dorm, Mitchell said, ""Alright. While we're waiting, let's all start warming up...""
Before she even looked, Tracy said calmly, yet slightly winded, ""Something smells good. Thought you said you couldn't cook, Jazz!"" She then looked to see Emerald in her panties and Jazz doing her best NOT to look. ""Ugh! Really, Emerald?! You couldn't wait to get it on with a Bond?! Close your mouth, Jazz."" She stomped into her room and a few minutes later returned, shaking the baton at both of them. ""Just because you're both girls, doesn't mean I want to see the one NOT belonging in this room here when I come back, just after six.... Read me, Princess?!""
Emerald just stared at her, slack jawed.
Tracy glared at Jasmine. ""Hmph. At least you weretryingNOTto look!"" With parting shot said, Tracy stormed out growling, ""All THREE of us will talk later! Right now, late for practice....PRINCESS!""
Emerald gulped. ""Maybe I should have tried to put the other idea on first, but there's more to it. The house of Valtoria. My mother's home."" She slipped on that outfit which included a cape but was still not full blown ball but was formal.
She proclaimed proudly. ""What do you think?"""
903,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-01-21T16:16:00,Chrystal Dark,"Jasmine stared open mouthed at Tracy as she did her little tirade and stormed out. ""Woah. Jealous, much?"" She shrugged, held up her left hand, appeared to examine it closely, then offered it to Em to examine. ""Well I can't see a ring there, can you?"" Another shrug. ""Given the reception she gave me, I was under the impression that anything with the name Bond was a pariah to her."" Okay, that one is okay but let's see the other one.""
And as Em changed into the red and white outfit Jazz smirked and added, ""And just for the record I was looking deliberately, and I think you're very sexy. 'Dick Tracy' there doesnot have an exclusive claim on me, just so you know.""
She Paused and then grinned wickedly as Em twirled the scarlet cape around her shoulders. ""Very nice. That is the sort of dress that looks really beautiful on the bedroom floor!"" She winked, then shrugged. ""Well I suppose you better go before Her Snootiness comes back and thinks we've been getting it on. Maybe I can have a look at the rest of your und... er... wardrobe later?""
After the Princess left, Jazz grinned and whistled a jaunty tune to herself, while she heated the oven, put the corned beef hash in to bake and then waited for Miss Over-Possessive to return."
904,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-02-19T12:19:00,Silver Lining,"Emerald nodded and gathered her two outfits after changing back to her school clothes. Or rather, her mother's idea of school clothes, which included a brooch clasped over the top button of her long sleeve top. ""Dick Tracy. That's a good one. She sounded madder at me than you, and I must admit for good reason. When I heard that the niece of James Bond was coming here, I absolutely had hearts for eyes, I mean who wouldn't? I was all but begging to have you for a roommate,"" she looked Jasmine up and down and gave a little smirk. ""Maybe even with benefits... And her bark, like most overprotective parents is far worse than her bite. Of course, her history with Junior, and her own dad's overprotectiveness, explains a LOT, trust me. I wasn't here then, but IQ, Gordo, Phoebe and Watt* were. They can tell you the damage he did in two days not just to Warfield, but BOTH the Milbanks' psyches. Don't let it get to you. I'll see what I can do about getting you tickets to the ball if I can. Don't be surprised if the envelope has two, though. One for Miss Overprotective Much, also."" With a dainty ""princess wave"" she left.
Tracy returned at quarter after six and walked in with her head down. Dean Milbanks' could be heard in the hall, ""You're excused THIS time, Tracy, just don't let it happen again! I WILL be reminding Coach Mitchell of my dorm curfew! If you have to leave practice early, to get here by six... Do so, that clear?!""
""Crystal, Dad."" Tracy muttered, closing the door and tossing the baton on the couch, without even looking. She glanced at Jasmine. ""Fifteen minutes late and I still get lectured. You're off the hook, but the princess isn't. She's getting a royal chewing out in the morning unless you can talk me out of it. I'll be back out for dinner. Smells pretty good."" She went to the bathroom and closed the door.
Sure enough, five minutes later, after also changing to her nightgown, Tracy was back out for dinner and sat down, still unable to look Jasmine in the eye... Just waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all, both her coach AND her dad had just reamed her, why wouldn't her roommate with the way she acted earlier?
*-indicates Chatfield WAS at Warfield during James Bond Jrs. brief stay."
905,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-03-05T14:18:00,Chrystal Dark,"Jasmine listened to the telling off and her mouth dropped open.Is this guy for real? What the fuck? Even people detained at Her1Majesty's Pleasure get to stay up later than that. She had assumed that the woman was pulling her leg, but unless this was an elaborate prank with the collusion of the dean, Tracy had been serious.
She served up the food and sat opposite Tracy, chewing thoughtfully. She allowed the silence to draw out, noting that Ms Millbanks was looking anywhere other than at her. When she decided the lack of conversation had grown awkward enough, she coughed softly. ""Ahem. Sooooooo.....! Care to explain?"" she paused just long enough to allow Tracy to start speaking and interrupted deliberately, ""I mean, does he think we're eight year olds, or what? I've been under a midnight curfew since I was sixteen, and ten pm since I was twelve. If your dad expects me to stay in my room every night from six until six the following morning he better have a damned good reason!""
She glared at Tracy, they shrugged and smiled. ""Princess Em is really beautiful, don't you think? She was asking my opinion on a couple of outfits, apparently she's got to go to some fancy do."" A pause. ""I think she asked me to go with her, like on a date. I mean Of course I said yes. Wouldn't do to turn down a genuine princess."" Another pause. ""And if she wants to take it further who am I to refuse? Let's face it she has a really beautiful pair of boobies, and she seemed to enjoy me looking at them...""
Innocent smilein place, she took the empty plates back to thekitchen and washed them up. ""So, what did you think of dinner? Not quite up to Thai take-away standard, but good solid student-budget food."" She grinned. ""No, I can't cook. That was not cooking, that was throwing several cans into a pot and heating it all up...!""
1. The story is set before Charles III took the throne"
906,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-03-05T21:24:00,Silver Lining,"Tracy mumbled a ""Thank you"" before stirring the hash, poking at it a few times, and taking a bite. She nodded, apparently liking the taste, smacked her lips and still got up to get an unopened bottle of ""hot"" green pepper sauce from the pantry cabinet and opening it before adding a few shakes and stirring again.
She glanced up as she was asked to explain, then back down at her food. Another minute later, it was made clear. She gulped her bite very audible and blushed. ""Yeah. It... It used to be ten. You can blame Junior for that, and maybe SCUM too, but mostly Junior. Your uncle apologized profusely, but Dad wouldn't have it.. Sure he forgave Senior, ah... Your uncle, but no dice on the rule change."" A sigh. ""Now we're all suffering, even on campus faculty, and unless we have permission, we have to be in the dorm buildings by six. I'm the daughter and on the track team and I don't even get a pass, as you're well aware from this afternoon.""
With a heavy sigh, she poked around and took another bite. ""You deserve to know about it, though. So... The day Junior came we were still a prep school, and Dad was still a principal. Junior arrived very late, claimed he was chased practically all the way there, yet he and his car literally flew in, dropping out of the sky and wrecking his and my dad's cars. I told him off, so did Dad.... And as I recall, a few others. Coach Mitchell, as I recall, was really the only one to give him the benefit.""
Another sigh. ""He snuck out later that night, tried to get me to go along but I would have nothing to do with it*, not with how he came, and since he completely disregarded the student handbook. I don't know who all was involved since I stayed behind. They came back early the next morning. I mean real early. It was like two or three a.m.""
She finally met Jasmine's eyes. ""SCUM actually attacked later that morning, around ten, almost decimating the place. Junior, I will admit, fought valiantly, but it ended up being your uncle, Q and his grandson IQ that sent them packing. Dad sent Junior out with your uncle and that was that. Junior was expelled, and good riddance, as he hit on me so much in that 24 or so hours, I was permanently turned off of men; he makes your uncle look tame.""
She shivered almost as if on instinct. ""We were closed for a while to rebuild and that's when we became a college. Unfortunately, Dad implemented the on property and in dorms by six, lights out by eleven rule. I've been trying ever since to get the curfew extended to at least where it was. Ten pm. I've even petitioned him with signatures of those who didn't participate in Junior's night escape and he's like all 'for the safety of Warfield and the students and staff' or other such nonsense. Because of some classes starting at seven, Reveille is at six, but you can be up and out as early as quarter to five if you wish. And oh, by the way, everyone hates the six pm curfew on school days. I meaneveryone. We may have a game room in the buildings, and movie theater on campus, but..."" She shrugged and fell silent and finished her meal without another comment on that matter.
She'd gladly indulge more information, and welcome an idea, even if it was some espionage-y thing to change the curfew rule right out from in front of her dad's nose. She was sick of the overprotective parent attitude, although she herself was hypocritically following in her dad's footsteps.
She let herself smile as the focus shifted to Emerald. ""The princess is indeed quite the looker,"" she admitted, ""And there's no rules saying you CAN'T date her... Unless they're hers or her family. I wouldn't know what Her Majesty would have to say about it. You and me, though? We're villagers, although she sort of acts like one... Actually, being from a spy family, you might be like knight or noble class. Her family would probably giveYOUa pass. She just can't be in here after a certain time since she has her own room."" She shrugged. ""She might have competition fromMEthough, as I'm warming up to you myself."" She admitted with a blush.
Tracy seemed neutral on how the meal was made. All that was important to her, is her roommate had done dinner and seemed to settle in with the sharing of her chores. ""Pretty good for being out of a can, then."" She said wryly. ""Maybe I can do Thai over the weekend, if you want.""
*-Where this world deviates from canon. In this one, Tracy did NOT join up and show Junior the escape route through her dad's office."
907,The Niece of James Bond (AU),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-niece-of-james-bond-au.25856/,2023-04-07T11:38:00,Chrystal Dark,"Jasmine shrugged. She was not at all happy about being confined to quarters like a six-year-old - or worse, like someone detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure... Not that she'd ever experienced prison life but from what she'd seen, heard and read, prisoners were confined to their cells from early in the evening until early in the morning. This was actually worse... She determined to do something about it. Uncle James had influence...
Tracy was wittering about dating the princess. ""Who said anything about dating? I just want to have sex with her!"" Jasmine grinned evilly around a mouthful of food. ""Maybe you and she could swap for a night or two? I mean as long as the warm body count is correct no-one's going to do a DNA test, are they?"" She was deliberately bating her roomie, although she wasn't entirely sure why except it had something to do with the overly cold reception she'd been given initially. ""And are you referring to the Queen of England, or the Queen of Valtoria? Never heard of the latter, I'm guessing it's some island in the Channel somewhere?"" She grinned even more wickedly. ""Really? does this mean we get to shower together? It saves water, you know!"" A giggle and a shrug. ""Sure, or we could order a takeaway... Ha ha.""
She sat on her bed and sent a text to her uncle:
Hey Uncle Seven. Did you know this place is a prison? Worse than. We get locked in our rooms at six pm, which is rediculous. Apparently it's all because of your wayward offspring. Can you pull strings with the Powers That Be to get his relaxed?
*this...
A while later a reply came back
Really? That is a bit harsh I'll have a word with M, see if he can swing it, or if not maybe he can ask the Minister, or the PM...
Thanks. Otherwise I'll have to bust out before I go stir-crazy!
"
908,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-08-29T02:17:00,TheWanderers,"It was a big mistake coming here, he thought. This really wasn't his scene. Drinking. Drugs - he was pretty sure - going on in one of the bathrooms. Loud music. The living room was packed to the point that dancing meant bumping and grinding with everyone around you. It was hot too. Drew was seriously regretting coming to the frat house.
But the girls. Oh the girls. So many beautiful girls. Some with more skin showing than others. Some making out with each other - some with guys. Not that any of them would pay Drew any attention. He was slightly chubby and very much a nerd. Not very social either, but this year he had promised to find himself a girlfriend. And that meant getting a lot more social. A frat party had seemed like a good idea. But he was starting to regret it now.
He didn't even like beer. It tasted disgusting. No one seemed to care he wasn't drinking - no one ever really cared about him. He sighed as some one bumped into him, spilling beer down his shirt. Now he'd stink like a frat house until he took a shower!
That was it though. He was done. No more party for him. As he moved towards the front door, some one grabbed him and threw him inside a closet - followed quickly by a girl. In the tight confines of the closet under the stairs, he couldn't help but be pressed up against the girl.
The door slammed shut. ""Seven minutes in heaven! Anything goes, but the door opens in 7 minutes!"" He heard some one yell through the door.
Turning to the girl, hands naturally rising to her hips, he looked down at her. ""Uh...whats going on?"""
909,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-09T20:55:00,Deleted member 9722,"Well, now Jordan was annoyed. She'd gone to the party at the very frenzied and demanding request of her roommate, who'd promptly abandoned her as soon as she found a cute guy worth her attention. Which left Jordan alone. At a frat party. It didn't help that it was her ex boyfriend's frat, she could hear his voice among the obnoxious guys chanting, ""Chug! Chug! Chug!""
The breakup was recent enough that she hadn't wanted to leave her dorm. She'd just wanted to grab a bottle of wine, watch bad romance movies, and sulk, but her roommate had insisted she dress up and ""get her 'move on' on!"" Obnoxious. But she'd been lonely, so she went, donning her shortest skirt and a pretty risque crop-top in the hopes of making her ex jealous when he inevitably saw her. Which he had, of course. Instead of causing the scene she wanted, she'd watched him say something to some of his buddies, and less than a minute later, a bulky frat guy that she recognized, Mike, she was pretty sure, grabbed her and dragged her towards a place she knew all too well from the other parties she'd been dragged to - the closet.
She saw the guy that her ex, James, had almost undoubtedly picked out for her just to humiliate her - a nerdy little guy, someone she probably wouldn't have looked twice at. Andrew? Andy? Drew! Maybe she had a class with him, he looked vaguely familiar. She knew she'd never said a word to him. She also knew James had pointed him out because he assumed she'd throw a fit about it, make herself look bad. Instead, she let herself be dragged, tossed into the closet like a sack of flour, colliding with Drew fairly roughly in a way that hiked her shirt up, which she immediately fixed. She felt his hands on her exposed waist, and had to force herself not to push him away. Not that she could - her back was already pressed flat against the closet, her front flush against him. Every time she breathed, she felt her chest brush against his, and she could feel his pants against her thighs. His question made her pause for a moment. Had he seriously never heard of 7 Minutes? He smelled like beer, so he was probably drunk, she'd give him some slack.
""Dumb frat game."" She said, clearing her throat lightly. ""Shove two people in a closet, they try to finish doing what they want to do before the door opens in seven minutes. It's... Fun."" She'd played once, and the door had opened with her mouth in a compromising position. It had taken a while to live that one down. Typically, she would've immediately said that he wasn't going to touch her, he could lie and tell his friends whatever he wanted, but she wouldn't sleep with a stranger for some frat guys' entertainment. But... she was lonely, and he wasn't horrible to look at. Sure, he could use a gym membership, but he was... cute in a dorky way. Perhaps it was her low self-esteem, her loneliness, or even pity that encouraged her to continue.
She rested one hand on his shoulder, using the motion to check her watch as she did. ""Because you have about six and a half minutes."" Her more brazen parts of her personality were pushing her to go further, give the guy a fun few minutes, give her an escape. She wasn't quite brave enough to do more, but she knew she didn't need to. Every time she shifted in the cramped closet, her skirt brushed against his leg further, revealing a flash of lacy red underwear below it. Quite frankly, she was drunk, she probably wouldn't have been as brave, as willing even. She would've beat the door down to get out, though she knew at least one frat guy was pressed against the door to prevent such a thing. Maybe even James himself. That thought made her brazen, too brazen. Without giving herself time to think about it, she pulled back just enough to pull her short top over her head and drop it at her feet. No turning back, she was going all-in. She figured, worst case scenario, she was caught in a compromising position, she'd say she felt bad for him, but she could give him a few minutes of fun, get a little worked up, then find someone more appealing to finish the night with.
Her hand dropped to his midriff, then lower, until she found her goal. She started to fondle his cock over his pants, wanting to get him worked up, but she was surprised at what she felt. Obviously, it was a little hard to tell, but he felt... big. Bigger than she was used to, at least. She'd always been a sucker for size, maybe she'd let him go a little further than she planned. She intentionally brushed her breasts more firmly against his chest, wanting to urge him on, as she continued to tease him through his pants."
910,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T00:15:00,TheWanderers,"Drew wasn't drunk. Who didn't smell like beer at a frat party? It wasn't his fault some drunk frat guy had bumped into him earlier, spilling beer down his front. It had dried quickly enough, but now that smell followed him and permeated the air. Not that it was noticeable over the beer slick floors of the frat house that almost always reeked of beer and piss.
He had never been to a party before and had no idea what sort of games were played. Things like spin the bottle were surely only movie and TV show tropes to get 'important' characters to hook up and the like. Drew never actually believed they really happened. So being thrust into a closet with a cute girl he didn't even know was quite an adventure for him. And she didn't immediately shove him out of the way!
""Holy shit!"" He stammers, looking down at her as she pulled her top off. Gone, just like that, her perky tits just hanging out like it was perfectly normal to go topless in front of a guy you didn't know. But she certainly had more plans for him than he knew what to do with. Her hand was soon sliding down the front of his pants, over his groin.
His groin, of course, responded immediately to the view of a beautiful girl now topless and the physical touch of her rubbing against it. It immediately began to swell and harden for her, giving her a growing indication that despite everything about him, he was hung like a horse. A thick, meaty nearly 10 inches long cock lay hidden in his pants. It had often given him painful and awkward erections that were hard to disguise in public.
His hands, for their part, remained high on her hips. ""Wha...what....what are you doing?"""
911,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T00:23:00,Deleted member 9722,"His reaction to her nudity was flattering, but she didn't stop to acknowledge it. She figured he was inexperienced, she didn't know the extent, she didn't really care the extent. He didn't seem to have a problem with what she was doing, the growing bulge under hand a testament to the fact that he was enjoying himself, that was as far as she was concerned.
""Seeing what you have to offer."" She said in response to his question, which confirmed her suspicions. Inexperienced? Virgin, maybe? She'd bet money on it. She was also trying to keep a mental stopwatch so she knew about how long they had before the door opened. Five minutes or so would be her guess. ""I wouldn't have guessed that you had so much... potential."" She continued, unzipping his pants and slipping her hand onto the bare skin of his cock, confirming her guess on his size.
He was probably the biggest she'd ever seen, better yet had a taste of. Though that might change, she couldn't very well resist an opportunity like this. She started jerking him off in earnest, her other hand lowering to fondle his balls lightly. The closet was so small that, when his cock was at full attention, the tip was against her thigh, not that she had a problem with that. ""Do you want me to stop?"" She offered, keeping her tone light and innocent even as she continued to jerk him off, a complete stranger.
She took her hand off his balls briefly to instead take one of his hands, guiding it to her breasts, as if a silent message that he could take advantage of the situation, before she returned her attention to his cock. She was already damp between her legs, and part of her itched to see if she could take his length."
912,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T00:28:00,TheWanderers,"Drew had never been touched like this before and he wasn't about to say no. He didn't know her, didn't know her name, but she was jerking him off. Her other hand joined her first, fondling his hairy balls. As some one who was not sexually active, he had never shaved his pubic region. He kept it trimmed, of course, but his pubic hair was thick around the base of his cock and over his large balls.
""I...ugh..."" He moans, unable to fully put together sentences now as she started to jerk him like he jerked himself back in his dorm room wh en his roommate was gone (which was quite frequently). His pants had slid down to her knees once she had unbuttoned them, but his boxers kept her hand pressed tight to his cock and balls - even as she pulled his shaft free of them.
He moaned softly as she guided his hand to her perk breast. He bit his lip, looking down at her breasts. He squeezed experimentally, then brought his other hand up to do the same to her other breast. If a girl was going to jerk him and let him feel her up, he better take full advantage - right? He found her hard nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened little nubs.
""...no...oh."" He moans in response to her question. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, so focused on what was happening between them right now."
913,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T00:35:00,Deleted member 9722,"Jordan didn't mind the hair, though it wasn't really her preference. Then again, that wasn't what she was focused on. She gasped slightly as he started feeling her up. She wasn't typically used to calling the shots, but she'd do it if it meant getting to feel that cock in more than just her hands.
She got more brazen, as seemed to be the theme of the night, and removed her hands from his cock. She pulled his boxers down and dropped to her knees without hesitating, starting to lick his cock almost greedily. She knew she wouldn't be able to fit the entire thing in her mouth, but she was going to give it a try. After all, they still had three or four more minutes.
She continued licking him for a moment before taking the tip into her mouth, flicking her tongue across it as she did so. She started taking him deeper into her mouth until she felt the tip against the back of her throat, and there were still a couple inches left. She was resolved to push him in deeper, but started to use her hand to continue stroking and jerking what was left."
914,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T00:45:00,TheWanderers,"Drew watched as she sank to her knees in front of him, pulling his boxers and shorts all the way down to his ankles. He had never been so naked in front of anyone before, or so aroused either. She seemed to determined to get his cock and the fact that the door hadn't opened, that people weren't laughing at them (even as she took his cock into her mouth) meant that this surely wasn't some cruel trick some one was playing on him.
He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The warmth and moistness of her mouth coupled with her tongue elicited a little precum to leak from his tip, even as she began to take him deeper and deeper. It was everything he had never dreamed his first blowjob experience would feel like. Getting head in the closet of a frat house? Yeah, last place he had expected to hook up with anyone.
He rested a hand on her head, a natural thing to do, even as he felt the head of his cock press against the entrance to her throat. ""Fuck."" He moans softly, her hand starting to stroke the length of him that wasn't in her mouth. Just like all the big cock porn he had watched - did that mean he had a big cock? It certainly seemed like it, since she wasn't able to take him fully into her mouth."
915,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-11T06:17:00,Deleted member 9722,"A prank or joke was the last thing on Jordan's mind. Sure, if she'd been given more heads up, no pun intended, she may have considered something of the sort, but quite frankly she had reverted to full party-girl status - all she cared about right then was getting what she wanted, and what she wanted was more of him inside her. She knew she didn't have the time to really do everything she wanted to do, but she was already thinking of ways she could - after all, it was a big house, there were plenty of rooms they could steal away to in order to finish the job they'd started.
She was aware that they were running out of time, even as she continued to suck his cock eagerly. She gagged on his length a couple times, feeling the taste of his precum in her mouth. Quite frankly, despite his external appearance, it was hot, very hot, and something she intended to feel more of.
She dared a glance at her watch, and had to suppress a feeling of disappointment. Despite her initial disgust with the situation, she was extremely upset that their time was almost up. Her panties were soaked, and she wasn't happy to not have finished the job. But, despite that, to preserve her reputation, she removed his cock from her mouth and stood, pulling her shirt back on quickly. ""Put your pants back on."" She said hurriedly, the taste of his cock still in her mouth. ""And meet me in the master bedroom in ten minutes?"" She offered, trying to keep the edge of desperation out of her voice. She wanted his cock, she wanted it in more than just her mouth, and she got what she wanted."
916,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-12T01:56:00,TheWanderers,"Drew was on the verge of cumming for the first time when she pulled off of him and got dressed - leaving him hanging. But beggars weren't choosers, so he'd take what he could get. He followed her command and bent down - leaning to the side to avoid bumping into her - to pull his pants back up, tucking his saliva-slicked cock back into his pants where the bulged was painfully obvious. He was beginning to wonder if all girls did that to guys when she continued.
His eyes went wide but he nodded his head. Apparently she wanted more than just 7 minutes in heaven with him! He could only imagine what else she wanted to do but he wasn't about to say no to a clearly horny college girl that wanted to hook up with him.
He startled at the three solid knocks on the door - the signal that time was up - before the door swung open. Various jeers were sent their way as they stumbled out the closet and it took Drew a few moments to collect his bearings. He wasn't sure where to go or what to do for the next 10 minutes, so wandered off into the crowd.
He kept glancing at his watch before finally making his way to the master bedroom. He didn't know what the protocol for this sort of thing was so he paused outside the door. He knocked on it, waiting to hear an answer before opening it. He figured that was the best course of action, in case some one else was using the room."
917,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-12T02:16:00,Deleted member 9722,"Jordan almost felt cruel for leaving him on edge, but she knew he'd be getting his release soon. Hopefully, she would be, too. When the door opened, she barely heard the jeers, barely saw the mocking gaze of her ex in the crowd. It was clear they saw the bulge in his pants, assumed something happened. Since they were right, she couldn't be too indignant, but beyond that, their judgment meant nothing to her in that moment.
She grabbed another cup of fairly disgusting warm beer and downed it just to keep her nerves steeled before making a beeline to the bedroom she'd mentioned. She got there early to make sure it was unoccupied or make other arrangements, and because despite her current lack of common sense, she still didn't want anyone to see them going up together. She could still try to preserve some of her self-image.
As soon as she got to the room, she closed the door behind her and took a moment to decide her course of action. She had no further interest in subtlety, she immediately proceeded to pull her shirt off once again, tossing it into the corner. She may have stripped further down if she didn't hear the knock at the door. She didn't even bother to confirm who it was before responding to the noise, making sure she was standing near the bed as she called out, ""Come in!"""
918,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-12T02:38:00,TheWanderers,"Drew opened the door and stepped in, quickly shutting - and locking it - behind him. He froze as he turned to face her, seeing her naked already. Well, her microskirt really didn't count, barely covering anything. But it had the effect she wanted - his cock quickly ballooning in size once more.
He slowly walked over to her, unsure what to do. ""Wow."" He murmurs, looking over her petite body and perky breasts. ""You...you're beautiful."" He stammers, face blushing.
This wasn't like being in the closest. Being that close and surrounded felt more secure. But in the openness of the room, it all felt much more real. He held his hands down by his sides, not sure what he should do next."
919,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-12T03:08:00,Deleted member 9722,"Jordan smiled slightly when he entered the room, double checking that he had locked the door. The last thing she wanted was an unexpected interruption. She felt the same momentary hesitance that he did briefly, missing her bravery from the closet, wishing he was more confident, more able to take charge.
It was too late to turn back then. ""I want to finish what we started in there. If you want to. But if we do, it stays between us, you cannot tell anyone."" She tried not to make her tone too cruel, but anyone finding out would be social suicide, and as much as she wanted that cock in more than just her mouth, it wasn't worth that. She would only continue if she was fairly certain she could bank on his discretion.
""But if you want to, I'm yours for the night. Whatever you want, everything you want."" She added, hooking her thumbs around the hem of her skirt and pulling it slightly until it dropped to her feet. She was cleanshaven and still damp between her legs, she'd need someone to sate her that night whether it was him or some drunken frat guy."
920,The Party,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-party.22885/,2021-10-14T01:49:00,TheWanderers,"Drew's draw hit the floor as she slid out of her skirt, leaving her completely naked in front of him. The tent in the front of his jeans clearly showed he was physically going to rise the occasion, even if mentally he was lagging behind.
""Yeah...yeah...yes."" He stammers, moving towards her. He was going to get his dick wet in her pussy! he was finally going to lose his virginity. He placed his hands on her hips, sliding up and down over her smooth, bared skin for a few moments. He looked down at her, face flushing.
""I...uh...I've never...done it...before. Can...can we take it slow? I mean, I've never even had a proper, uh, kiss before."""
921,The Road Trip,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-road-trip.27369/,2023-03-19T20:00:00,Chrystal Dark,"Leather creaked softly as I walked across the mosaic brick driveway to where myTriumph Tiger 1200 XRTwas leaning on its stand out on the road. I'd been longing for a break, away from the office, away from home, away from this drab corner of English Suburbia with it's faded semi-detached life-style. I'd saved my money for the past eight years, saved all my birthday money, asked for money for Christmas presents too, and worked part time Saturdays and evenings as soon as I was old enough, saved all that money. When I left school three years ago, I refused to get a car, I got a full time job, and with a single parent who frankly behaved more like an over protective mother that a doting father, I was able to live at home, pay a nominal amount for my board and lodging, and put the rest of the money towards my dream.
And now there it was, shiny new, sitting on the road. I'd been forced to pod-out on a second-hand moped to get my bike licence but now I had it, I had paid the insurance and the road tax, the tank was filled with petrol, and the panniers on the back were filled with what I needed to keep me going for the next few months. Dad had hugged me and told me to be careful and look after myself and... Yeah, which was part of the reason I was going. I'd be back, sure, but my next goal was a place of my own. Twenty one and still living with my dad, yeah, not exactly ideal. But then I was all he had, since ... But we didn't talk about mum.
So yes, I'd be back but right now I needed my freedom. I strapped the brand new full face helmet on my head and lifted my leg over the tank. The engine started first time, smooth as silk, and much quieter than I expected, after that 50cc put-put. I wound the throttle up with the bike still in neutral, just to hear the engine roar. The sound sent a thrill through me and I let the revs die away, rocked te bike off its stand and dabbed the the gear pedal into first, wound the revs back up and let the clutch out.
I was away....."
922,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-04-23T21:32:00,HALO,"
(An example picture of the Travelers TARDIS interior) “Ow ow ow! That stings that stings!” the Traveler said while shaking his hand constantly in pain. He was adjusting some part of the Console and a spark just nearly burnt his thumb off. The Traveler then sucked his thumb and said “Ok, that was my fault there I admit that. But I think I finally got it.” He went over towards Aveerias Console and pressed a few buttons and flipped a switch. The same droning noise came but then went to a purr. “My my, enjoying that a bit too much there girl?” he pats the Console gently. “Well at least I got rid of that dreadful noise and nearly lost my thumb in the process. Anyway what now?” He paced the Console room constantly while holding his chin. The Traveler was a standard looking man that stood about 5'9, had snowy white hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a black slim pea coat buttoned up, long blue jeans and.slip on sneakers that where grey. He finally said “Ah! The beaches of Klturis sounds good how about that?” He then typed in the coordinates in his Console keyboard and then pressed a few buttons and then flipped the main switch. Even though the Traveler thought he was on his way to paradise. Something else was planned for him. He then jumped up on his Floating Chair and said “Wake me when we get there.” He laid back relaxing and enjoying the ride. Aveeria (the name of his TARDIS) powered up and headed to her destination."
923,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-14T00:02:00,QueenMer,"It was late in the evening. Clover knew she'd be in trouble if she was caught out out her. She hovered by a fence overgrown by bushes peeking about for a moment. Most of this part of town was abounden, who ever lingered here we're people that didn't want to be found. She seemed like one of these as she duck through the bush. There was a hole hidden there and she stepped through to unmanaged yard. There was a path between down in the grass where people often pass. There was old abounded house before her. There was the soft glow of lamps and bodies moving around. She smiled as she headed up. Bags in her hands, ""guess what I got,"" rather her sticky fingers had caught. She wasn't along. Everyone here had to do what they needed. They became adults and found themselves here. It wasn't like she wanted more, she did, she had aspiration beyond her reach but at least there was this house for the lost like her. It was ran by rather odd old woman, who had a room in the attic. You where allowed to stay there as long as you stayed out of attic. Every once in a while some one who tries to find thier way in and was kicked out the next day never seen again."
924,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T01:17:00,HALO,"The silence in the forest was broken as Aveeria had appeared in the woods just materilizing right there at a medium clearing. The Parria that was his vessel of his ship was stretching out with a yawn and shook herself with her mane and folded her majestic eagle like wings to her sides. She laid down sphinx style and curved her tail around her. A door way opened up in front of the Creatures collar that had a glowing stone in the middle.
The Traveler stepped out and was surprised and a bit disappointed about where Aveeria had landed. He said ""Not really what I had been expecting. I thought the beach of Kultris was what I had typed in. But I guess you perfer the Forest instead?"" He turns to Aveeria who curled up and started to take a nap. The Traveler sighs and said ""Oh well, maybe the beach is only a walk from here."" He started making is way in a random direction. The planet they landed on seemed familiar but, he had a feeling it was not Kultris. He grumbled to himself ""After fixing that girls problem and where does she take me? Not to the beaches of Kultris."" He then took his pea coat off and wore his button up light blue collar shirt."
925,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T01:38:00,QueenMer,"Clover was almost to the house when she heard an odd noise near by. She was curious, food could wait. She frowned looking at the bag and then the near by deck. She dropped off the things and called into the house to let them know there was food and she had forgotten something more and she would be back. She didn't want to startle anyone if the noise was nothing.
Clover headed towards the tree line. She wore slacks, her own button up and hair tucked up into her cap. She was obviously trying to pass as a boy from a distance though close up it was hard to deny she had curves the shirt could not hide.
She stepped past the trees and peeked further in. Had she seen something blue, ""hello,"" she called out cautious and careful. The woman who ran the house didn't like them going to far in the woods. Clover did not know why, she didn't know it was because the woman who lived in the attic was not what she seemed and left bits of her meals buried away our here. Clover had none of these thoughts. ""Are you lost,"" she asked loudly, cautious. She had a pocket knife but she didn't want to get close if what ever it was dangerous."
926,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T02:10:00,HALO,"The Traveler turned towards a voice and said ""Huh? Is someone there?"" He asked. He was sure he heard a voice. It was not the wind. He had sworn it was female to. Other wise he was hearing things again. After being alone for a while it did things with your mind. But he was sure it was a woman speaking. He asked ""Why yes I am. Come out I won't harm you."" He said in a calm soothing tone.
He didn't want to be a threat to anyone. Neither did he want to be harmed himself. He wanted to know what.this planet was and.where exactly he was."
927,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T02:17:00,QueenMer,"There was indeed some one there, it was a male. She tried to peek at him past the trees as she stepped closer. She knew she shouldn't always be on edge. She was use to it, she stepped closer so he could at last spot her.
""You're a bit away from the house,"" she commented out loud. She thought he was one of the many visitors that passed through. It was usually only the young ones that lingered the longest and those aged out who where regulars.
""Dinner just arrived if you where hungry, you don't want granny catching you out here too, she doesn't like people wandering the woods around the house. She says there's dangerous animals out here,"" she warned chastisesing him."
928,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T02:30:00,HALO,"The Traveler said ""I must apologize for my intrusion. I do feel a bit hungry so I would like to join you for dinner. If you are offering of course. If not then I will be on my way."" He was trying not to get himself in trouble. He had already been through enough.
He then asked ""What is your name?"" He then said ""I am the Traveler by the way in case you wanted to know."" He was used to giving away is title immediately.
""I take it you live here as well?"" He couldn't mind but asking. He knew that most of that wasn't his business but sometimes random thoughts came to his mind."
929,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-16T02:55:00,QueenMer,"""dinner is always offered at the house,"" she laughed out lightly. Despiting her laughing she did keep a few feet from him as she took in his appearance. Where was he from.
There was a soft giggle as he told her his name. ""Tracker? Well I guess most people that past through here could go by the same name. She would turned to lead him back to the house.
""My name is clover,"" she tugged her had off to free her red locks. ""A lot of people live here sometimes. I have a place outside of the house now but I can't help but cost granny and the small ones,"" she informed with a soft smile. ""Where are you from,"" she asked glancing back at him.
"
930,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-17T17:49:00,HALO,"The Traveler admired the house. It looked very old, like it was here for a very long time. The style of it was around the late 1900s. So it was pretty old. The Traveler didn't mind old houses, but he was starting to get a eerie feeling. Like he shouldn't be here. He tried to shake off the feeling but it was still bothering him.
He walked into the house and saw the interior. It looked a little better than from the outside. It was well kept and clean. The style was still old fashioned but of course the Traveler didn't mind. But the eerie feeling was even more stronger than before. Being alone for a while had taken a toll on him. It wasn't good for him to not have anyone to talk to except his trusty TARDIS now a collar on a Parria that he named Aveeria. Any way he smelled the delicious smell and said ""That's dinner I guess. Nice house by the way."" He was trying to be charming."
931,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-17T20:28:00,QueenMer,"The smell of food was filling the house. She knew she wasn't the only one who collected things and she wondered what they would eat. ""I hope so-"" she had almost finished answering the man when from around the corner rushed kids, another older boy peeked around the corner at them.
The children rushed Clover, gathering around her legs. ""Clover, clover you're back,"" they cheered before looking at the man. A small boy stood straighter, he has a crush on clover and has a habit of rejecting any men she came in with.
""Whose he,"" he would huff.
""He goes by traveler,"" clover answered. ""Now get ready for supper. Is granny down from her room yet,"" she asked looking up. The boy would shake his head and the children frowned. From around the corner some one would answer. ""The new arrival George went into the attic, she's escorting him off the property,"" some one answered.
For a moment clover looked concerned. She shoo off the children and looked at the man beside her, traveler. ""You must not go into granny's room, it the attic if you go in you will be kicked out,"" she informed him before gesturing down the hallway. ""I'm sure dinner is done and if we don't hurry there will be none left,"" she teased. The house was a bit more empty then it use to be. There was only 15 of them staying here, it use to bring with people but they would get greedy and ask what was in the attic, trying to look for themselves. Granny had said the house was too empty recently and needed more people. ""Granny will be happy for another visitor, lots of people pass through."""
932,The Traveler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-traveler.20998/,2021-06-21T18:55:00,HALO,"The Traveler didn't mind children. In fact he had been around then a couple of times. He could tell one of them didn't quite appreciate his company but it didn't bother him at all. The Traveler said ""I will keep that in mind thank you."" He wondered why though that their grandma was so secretive about her attic. It was quite strange.
The eerie feeling was still there though. But the Traveler tried to play it off as him being lonely for a long time. Being lonely can do things to some one even to a Time Lord like himself. Maybe it was good for him to have some dinner with some friendly folks. I mean what could possibly go wrong here?
He followed to the dining room and saw that the table was already set very fancy and neatly. ""Looks classy."" the Traveler said being polite. He then heard a noise, not a strange one but a sweet sounding one. He started to hum to it and then he turned to Clover and asked ""Do you hear that? It sounds like singing."" He then noticed it was coming from the Attic where their supposed Granny lived.
(Still want to do this RP?)"
933,The Water bender and the Tyrant FxM,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-water-bender-and-the-tyrant-fxm.23958/,2021-12-29T01:17:00,ColleenBean,"[Set in the avatar the last airbender universe]
During the 100 year war, fire lord Ozai sent his most powerful benders to wipe out the rest of the water benders in the southern water tribe. You, a fire nation soldier, were assigned to kill this last and final water bender. But, she vanished. You must track her down, one way or another, and do what you must. Ozai declared that he didn't care what happened to her, just that she was taken care of. In a blind rage you sweep through the snow slopes near by, the water under your feet boiling from your rage. You needed to let off some steam. So, you thrust your fist forward and let a large brush of fire sweep through the snow slopes, making them fall and melt. And who would've thought, she'd be right behind them..
(Will most likely be nsfw)
"
934,The Whistler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-whistler.24692/,2022-04-03T21:18:00,arrivia19,"on my hands and knees picking up tiny glitter pieces- I know I should be embarrassed but I don’t have time for that- I’m in a rush and I didn’t mean to pop this stupid sparkly balloon! I just wanted to look at it!! I giggle to myself before hearing a soft whistle from somewhere near and I look up, my blue eyes dancing with naughtiness as they meet your dark intimidating eyes- undaunted by the malice that plays constantly at the corners of your lips.."
935,The Whistler,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-whistler.24692/,2022-04-04T00:09:00,arrivia19,I stand up and move the curly hair out of my eyes as I say sassily“so- look who’s back! Wanna help or just stand there and gawk?”I giggle and wink indicating I don’t mean it rudely in the least
936,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2021-08-21T23:00:00,KingsBounty,"Rodd walked the woods again tonight. He knew he shouldn't be. But he was tired of his mundane life and wanted this. He'd gotten into bdsm femdom porn but lived in a small town. No one was interested in that sort of thing. In fact his girlfriend made fun of him for it just before breaking up with him. He'd been warned of the fae growing up. Everyone was scared of the woods. Yet he traveled here often now.
""Wait what? Hello?!"" Last thing Rods remembered was waking the woods sun at it's zenith. Now everything was dark. ""Where am I?"" He couldn't move or feel. ""Hello?!"""
937,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2021-08-24T18:07:00,Chartreux,"""The man has awakened,"" whispered a Lady, with her feminine voice pitched lowly, ""foolish man.""
Another Lady's voice, a younger one, replied, ""Are not all of the mortals fools?""
""Mostly, yes, but it is best to be certain before dealing with or capturing one of them,"" answered the first.
The First Lady addressed the man, ""Know, human, that you have trespassed into the lands belonging to myself and my daughter. You have been fairly caught and now belong to us. You cannot see or feel because your senses have been clouded with a glamor. You cannot move because we have set you upon a small mound of earth and many strong vines of ivy have coiled about your ankles, knees, wrists, shoulders and throat.""
Then, the Second Lady spoke to him, ""Soon, we will remove the glamor from your senses. Then you will tell us why you have dared trespass. Speak softly and truly, if you wish to live.""
The first Lady then spoke some soft words, in a language the human likely did not understand and his eyes could now see his captors clearly.
"
938,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2021-12-20T19:07:00,KingsBounty,"Rodd could now tell the feel of the vines and he couldn't help the bulge growing as the ladies spoke. He'd finally be captured. He did his best to slow his breathing but it was hard especially after he viewed there beauty.
He took a deep breath and slowly and softly began to speak in response. ""I trespassed dear mistresses for this very reason. My life was mundane, nothing of worth and I wanted it to serve a better purpose. One such as serving beautiful ladies such as yourself. I knew if I traveled the woods enough I might be captured by some beautiful fey and forced into servitude which is what I want and deserve."""
939,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2022-01-04T05:45:00,Chartreux,"""Fool,"" commented the older, but no less beautiful, faerie woman as she looked down upon the man. ""Had you travelled a mere six paces further from where we took you then you would have been trespassing into Red Cap territory. They might have spoken with you to see who you were spying for and then they would have cut your throat.""
Her beautiful daughter looked into the eyes of the man, with her own eyes alit with mischief. She looked at her mother and asked, ""May I cut his throat, mother? Or may I cut out his tongue? He said that we are beautiful, so I am certain that it will taste sweet.""
""Not yet, Daughter."" answered the mother. She spied the growing excitement in the bound man's trousers and smiled. The faerie woman drew a silver looking dagger that reflected the light that touched it through the leaves of the trees. She held the dagger up to where the human eyes could see it, wondering if it might inspire fear or something else in the man. Then she walked to the back of the mound, where he was bound, and from behind him she gently pressed the blade to his throat.
""Again, foolish man, I advise you to speak softly and truly. I will certainly slit your throat if I believe that you are trying to deceive me.""
""Mother,"" complained the younger beauty, ""let me cut his throat if he lies. You may still ask your questions to see if he will answer truly.""
Without another word betwixt them, the two faeries traded places with the mother handing the knife to her daughter. Now the younger woman held the knife to the throat of the man.
Now the woman looked into the eyes of the man with a mocking cruelty. ""You deserve nothing, human,"" she asserted. ""Greater than your desire to serve faeries like ourselves, your desire is to be treated like an object of sexual delight and worship, even if you tell yourself that you do not deserve it.""
The silver haired faerie woman placed her hand atop the cloth that was covering and constraining his manhood. She could feel the coursing of his blood into it. Then she lifted her hand away.
The faerie again looked into the eyes of the man and she asked him, ""Do you truly wish to be our servant or do you wish to be our plaything?"" Her eyes and her expression were as cold as icicles hanging on the eaves of a cottage in winter. The knife at the throat of the man moved ever so slightly as the younger faerie woman let out a soft, musical and girlish giggle."
940,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2022-09-12T22:25:00,KingsBounty,"Rodd could feel the blood rushing to his member in his pants this whole time and he shivered as the blade touched his throat. He was already at their mercy. This is what he wanted.
He looked deep in the silver haired woman and thought deeply at her words not jumping immediately to answer. He thought deeply about what he truly wanted knowing his life hung in the balance. ""I want to be y'all's plaything."" He let out a sigh."
941,To serve as a fae's play thing.,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-serve-as-a-faes-play-thing.22803/,2022-09-17T00:54:00,Chartreux,"""I believe you,"" said the mother faerie to the bound man. She then looked to her daughter and said, ""Our plaything's clothing, cut it off from his body whilst I fetch his new chains.""
The mother stood and regarded the man for a moment. Then she said to him, ""When we give you permission to speak aloud, you are to call me, 'Mistress Snowblossom'."" Snowblossom walked from the clearing, leaving the man with the younger looking faerie.
The daughter again let out another soft and almost musical giggle, the same sound that she had produced as the knife had been at the man's throat. From behind him, she began smoothly and unhurriedly cutting the shirt from his arms and chest. ""Plaything,"" she addressed the man, ""I warn you. You do not yet have permission to speak, but I often voice my thoughts aloud when I am inclined to ponder things. When I give you leave to speak, you shall address me as, 'Mistress Winterberry'.""
Winterberry deftly cut the shirt so that it's strips arrayed about the man as flower petals from the center.
""Now, Plaything,"" said the honey-haired fae, ""you may not speak yet, but you have my permission to try to squirm and to sigh with delight as I touch you. I will lightly touch my fingers upon the flesh of your breast and belly. I will only do this for a brief time as I must complete the work that was tasked to me before my mother returns.""
Winterberry moved to the side of the bound man, where he could see her beauty. She knelt beside him and with her naked left hand, like a feather, lightly traced upon his belly, his breasts and his nipples."
942,Trope City Romance[Comedy/Romance](Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/trope-city-romance-comedy-romance-open.19637/,2020-12-28T20:44:00,Ressa,"
OOC Note: This post has been floating around my drafts for too long. Basically a classic meta anime/manga RP. The MC(Vaan) is a Demon Lord from another world. Upon arriving on Earth(of course to conquer it) he is introduced to Shojo Manga. Soon after he begins his journey to discover romance and love.
A comedy/romance RP that is definitely not serious. Be as rediculous and funny as you want it's honestly just for fun.
Nina fiddled with the key until the lock turned and the apartment door opened. She wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her. She peered inside the dark apartment and nearly tripped over the stack of mail that had piled up on the other side of the mail slot. The place looked abandoned or at least like no one had cleaned it in....who knew how long. Still she was here on a mission as reluctant as she had been to accept it. Really she had been the one one to draw the short straw. It had been nearly three months since her master had gone into seclusion and it was her job to get him back on his feet and doing...well, evil things like he normally did! Why he hadn't just taken over this plain of existence like so many others was beyond Nina. Nothing had gone right since they came here, especially when thathussie had tried to seduce her master.
Mortals, would they ever learn?
“Master Vaan?” Nina called out as she walked deeper into the apartment. The soul-wisps and imps she had tasked with watching the place said he hadn't left. Had he somehow slipped past them? Why would he in the first place? His legion was always at his beck and call, always willing to support there master in any way possible! Surely he wouldn't just abandoned them. No, he had to be somewhere in the apartment. Probablybrooding like the last time she had checked on him. At least he had stopped wallowing and crying. Nina searched the entire apartment before spotting the folded piece of paper on the kitchen table. She wasn't panicing, not yet anyways. Chances were he had just gone to kill a hero for fun or raze a kingdom to the ground. The usual things he did when he needed cheering up. It wasn't like he would abandoned them. This whole human thing was just a passing fancy. Nina knew the 'shojo manga' Mathis had shown master would cause trouble.
She exhaled audibly and picked up the piece of paper unfolding it. She read it once....twice...three times her eye beginning to twitch.
To My Loyal Minions,
I leave Ninaveria in charge in my absence. I have left to begin my journey, nay my pilgrimage to the homeland of romance. There I shall find my one true waifu and conquer this thing called 'love.' Only then will this world truly submit to my rule.
Prepare for war, prepare for my return.
Your One and Only Master, The Count of Chaos, Primordial Prankster, Denizen of Discord, The True Destroyer of Worlds;
-Vaan Ithis
The homeland of romance? Waifu? Love? No, this had to be some kind of test. Master wouldn't simply leave to......”SON OF A-”
-----Meanwhile....-----
In all his years Vaan Ithis The Count of Chaos, Primordial prankster, Denizen of Discord, and the True Destroyer of Worlds had never been so confused. Weeks in Tokyo and he still hadn't managed to trigger a single romance flag! Not a single one! In fact he hadn't single sign that love existed here!
Not a single one!
He knew part of his plan had been flawed when he had decided against the school route. Partly because making a elaborate human disguise was too much effort. Mostly though it was an age and consent thing. Never would anyone be able to claim the Count of Chaos was courting underage girls. Sure he was evil but he wasn't that kind ofevil. It had forced him to switch his tactics up a bit. Though when he didn't see a single person running down the road with a piece of toast late for something or another he had begun to doubt his sources. No, that was impossible though. Shojo manga was the only true way to love he knew it in the depth of his dark soul. He just wasn't trying hard enough!
So he had redoubled his efforts.
Twice he had waited under a shrine overhang in the rain despite the glares and uncomfortable looks he had gotten from the priests. More than a dozen times he had tried rounding a corner to 'bump' into his future true love. Four times it had been men, three times he had laid out old women, and the few women he had bumped into had glared and apologized before practically running off. Not even a single tsundere had appeared! Was one true love really too much to ask for? Hell he would even settle for a yandere right about now. This entire trip was proving to be a huge disappointment. It wasn't like he wanted a harem or anything.
After all the Count of Chaos had never been in love before. The idea that lowly humans could have something that he couldn't, unforgivable! He would find his one true love even if it was the last thing he did. He was sure this was where he would find them. It was time he put his ultimate fail-proof plan into action.
Operation 'Forbidden Love.'
It was an absolute fool proof plan. Twice demon slayers had attacked him. To his disappointment neither one had been women. He wasn't sure how they had even noticed he wasn't human. He was pretty sure he had muffled his devilish aura.....pretty sure anyways. The plan was actually rather simple and elegant. He doubted the demon slayers would stop coming after him. Who knew maybe even a hero would come after him! He figured if he killed enough slayers or heroes one of them was bound to be a woman! It would totally trigger the 'forbidden love' flag, even if they had to fight once or twice first. It would trigger his 'redemption' arc and he would be upgraded to 'anti-hero.' It was the perfect plan, what could possibly go wrong?
So Vaan Ithis stood upon the roof with a confident swagger. His hands resting on a cane in front of him. The sun slowly setting in front of him, dressed in his white tuxedo, everything was perfect. All he had to do was wait for the demon slayer or hero to show up.
“Your genius shines through once again.” Vaan murmured to himself with a fiendish grin."
943,TWD Universe - Some Job$,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/twd-universe-some-job.18892/,2020-11-03T04:32:00,FeatheryKitten,"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Complexion: Fair
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 100
Inventory:
1. Kukri
2. Box of Band-Aids (12 Band-Aids)
3. backpack
4. 6x rations
5. 4x bottles of water
6. Bow and arrows (18 arrows remaining)
7. 9mm hang gun 5 rounds
8. 3x lighters
Skills:
Cooking: Tamara cooked for a living. It’s something she enjoys a great deal and is extremely good at. Her specialty is pancakes.
Sword Fighting: Years of going to different events Tams learned to use a sword, and quite well.
Archery: When she was learning to use her sword she also learned how to use a bow. Painting: Not all that helpful but Tamara can paint one inch miniatures with extreme attention to detail!
Metal Working: Believe it or not, Tams helped make her own sword with her best friend Matt. She knows how to make chain mail, chains, and just about anything really, as long as metal is involved she can figure it out.
Fletching: Believe It or not, Tams also helped make her own arrows. She has been making them on her own now for some time.
""Here bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny."" Tamara mouthed more than a made actual noise. She had her bow in her hands, pulling back as she watched the skinny fluffy creature hopping along the ground picking up one of the almost rotten apples she had tossed on the ground to use as bait, for just about any creature that dared to land there. Rabbits and ground animals were becoming harder to find, harder to actually shoot with the dead walking about for almost a year now. She aimed carefully, and released the arrow, striking the small creature that let out a little yelp of surprise, and pain. It was heart breaking, but when was the last time she had even seen something meat related? Something that might actually help fill her.. a week? Two? With a soft sigh she made sure to quickly gut the animal and place the body into three plastic bags. The hope was to lock the smell inside, and keep it from attracting undead creatures.
The dark haired woman wiped her fingers against the ground and on a cloth she carried, resisting the urge to wipe any blood along her pants, that just seemed like a death with. She did however, tug down on her dark green tank top before she continued her way through the woods, bloody arrow in her hand, rabbit stuffed into her back pack. She would of course work on cleaning the arrow as she walked along trying to keep her steps as silent as possible.
Tamara only paused again when she heard something in the distance. A person? A walker? She was never sure what to expect if she was quite honest. This could be a dangerous encounter, or it could be a rather sage one, all she knew was, she wanted to get back to the air stream she had set up a small camp in on the main road, without drawing to much attention to herself."
944,Twisted Fate,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/twisted-fate.25607/,2022-07-26T08:14:00,Mysti,"
Loni had been an Alpha of a pack along with her mate, they had been so in love that she was sure they would always be together. That was until there was an attack on their pack by vampires, it had been chaos. She could remember so little of the fighting but one thing that stood out in her mind from that night was her being held by several vampires making her watch as they attacked her mate. Loni had screamed and begged for him but those holding her simply laughed as they attacked him, at some point they had decided to drag her away leaving her kicking and screaming trying to get back to him. The vampires took her to their nest where they kept her chained and fed from her, during the anguish she had felt Loni was certain she had felt her mate, the other half of her soul, die and that broke her.
She had spent three years in that nest, a broken shell of the woman she had once been. That was until she seemed to wake up from the haze of pain she was living in and she managed to runaway from the nest now they no longer kept her chained it was easy for her to escape. Once she was safe and free Loni decided not to be apart of a pack again, those from her old pack who had survived the attack had scattered to several other packs for safety and she was happy that some had lived from the attack. Even though she chose not to live in a pack again Alpha's in the area still treated her as if she was an Alpha of a pack and still invited her to important meetings and events they did even though she didn't feel that she deserved such a thing.
That was how she now found herself at a function to welcome the new Alpha King, all of the local packs had gathered at a club that was owned by one of the local Alpha's. Even though the event was a formal thing Loni had chosen to wear a pair of tightfitting black jeans, combat boots, a light gray tank top and a knee length black cardigan. Her snow white hair was gathered up into a messy ponytail and she looked around the room with her golden hues. Leaning against a wall comfortably her left hand in her front pocket and in her right hand she held a can of beer, she didn't want to be noticed but as normal Loni heard the whispers from the younger wolves who didn't know her story talk about how she was dressed and that a rogue wolf shouldn't be at such a place. Pushing off of the wall Loni walked over to a couple of the young ones and she smirked at them, ""Once an Alpha, always an Alpha"" she said as she walked past them a soft tinge of Russian to her words. Seeing the doors of the club open and a slew of people come in Loni stopped mid step as a familiar scent hit her, her heart rate picked up along with her breathing, the scent was that of her old mate but it was mixed with something else.
Shaking her head she made her way over to the bar and placed the empty beer can down and grabbed herself another one when tingles ran up and down her spine, the feeling of power always did that to her. Looking over towards the new commers she scanned them closely before her eyes landed on him. Loni would have known him anywhere. Her mate. Putting the fresh can of beer back down on the counter she stalked through the people keeping her eyes locked on him, there was something different about him but she couldn't put her finger on it. Stopping in front of him she started to open her mouth but stopped with a slightly taller female stepped in front of her blocking her sight of the man that haunted her dreams. ""Move out of the Alpha King's way"" the woman in front of her said glaring down at Loni making her raise a brow, ""How about you move from in front of my mate"" Loni growled out making the other woman laugh. ""Really? You think you're his mate?"" the woman teased making Loni fix her with a dangerous look, ""Yes, he is my mate"" she snarled before she felt a hand land on her right shoulder.
Looking behind her she saw John one of the few Alpha's who always went out of his way to make sure Loni was okay, he also paid her to take care of thralls that were turned violently. ""Loni"" John said softly giving her a sad look making her shake his hand from her shoulder, ""It's him John"" she snapped before she turned back to the woman in front of her but not fast enough as she was suddenly knocked off of her feet and sent flying backwards knocking over a few people who weren't paying attention to what was happening. ""The Alpha King has no mate, you desperate female"" the woman snapped as Loni pulled herself up to her feet a look coming over her face that screamed she would rip the other woman apart, but that was before John and a couple other Alpha's stood in front of her. ""I'm sorry, Loni lost her mate sometime ago. But there has to be a reason she believes you're her mate"" John said trying to calm the situation down making Loni growl behind him."
945,Under the Mistletoe,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/under-the-mistletoe.19806/,2021-01-10T23:37:00,TheWanderers,"
Cheating Wife / Possible Age Gap / Alternate Paths
Herdresshad his eyes constantly drawn to her over the crowd of the party. There were plenty of pretty ladies, of course, and not all of them married like she was, but he only had eyes for her. He straightened out his suit, grabbing a drink from a passing waitress. It was champagne but he downed it in one big gulp, giving him the liquid courage he needed.
The house - mansion, even - belonged to her Husband and Her. The married couple, hosting a Holiday party. It felt like the entire company was there - and their spouses or SO's - along with everyone from her Husbands company. Andrew was there alone, of course. He wasn't dating anyone and the past months had been torture, working with her on a big project.
They flirted. A lot. The innuendo, the ease of conversation, the lingering touches. It didn't matter that she had a ring on her finger that would take him a year to afford. There was a very obvious connection there. A connection that had led to a very forbidden kiss in the office, when they had encountered each other in a hallway, where some one had hung a mistletoe.
After the kiss, she had promised to give him a home tour when he came for the party. Andrew didn't know if he should cum then or later, the suggestion of what that meant going right to his head. So he had watched her, waiting for an opportune time. Her husband was talking to a group of men. Andrew watched as she moved to the bar, to get herself a drink.
He came up behind her, unable to resist sliding his hand onto her bared back. ""Hello."" He murmurs softly, glancing to the side, making sure no one could hear them. ""You look absolutely stunning."" He rubs her back, then lets his hand drop but not before letting it brush over the curve of her ass. ""Did you still want to give me that house tour?"""
946,Unexpected Connection (MxF),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-mxf.18756/,2020-10-23T06:05:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Why did she have to choose last night to drink too much?
Camille woke up with a pounding headache, and with a fight to get herself out of bed, she groaned softly as she moved. It wasn’t unusual for her to go out now that bars reopened, and due to her job as a freelance writer, she needed the nightly breaks as soon as she decided to announce that she had a book in progress. However, her memory of last night was hazy, and since she knew that she couldn’t have hadthatmuch to drink, her memory should’ve been better. So, upon shifting to get up, she paused as she realized that she wasn’t alone.No fucking way...Spinning her head around, she didn’t recognize the mess of hair that belonged to a male she didn’t know she’d brought home. Cami then jumped up out of bed, fear now coursing through her veins as she searched her memories for any semblance of how she met this man, or what had made her decide to bring him home... but her memory was coming up blank.
Just ask him...
“Excuse me...” Camille’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, but despite that, it came out clearly. Once she saw the mystery man wake up and look at her, she involuntarily gulped as she realized that he was stunning.Drunk me has good taste, but how much did I have to drink...?“Sorry to wake you, and I hate to say this, but I don’t remember much about last night. Do you think you could help me fill in the blanks?” Considering how she just realized that she was in a nightgown that was a bit low cut and barely coming to her mid thigh, she grabbed a silver colored robe and quickly slipped it on and tied it. She invited a total stranger into her house, and thanks to how much she had to drink, she wished she could figure out the reason why. Was he a good person, did he do something to force her to bring him here, or did she genuinely get blackout drunk last night without even trying. Cami stood there as she waited for an answer, not knowing if the mystery man even remembered last night or not, but hesitating to leave him alone in case looks were deceiving."
947,Unexpected Connection (MxF),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-mxf.18756/,2020-10-23T14:17:00,Lord of the Night,"
This particular night had certainly been quite an... unusual night for Cersys. One moment, he had been minding his own business elsewhere, sipping a cup of tea, and the next, he had been forced to set it down shortly before reappearing in a woman's bedroom. Not that such a location was an unusual location for him to be summoned to - after all, satisfying those deprived of sexual pleasure was his job as an incubus.
And yet this time did not go like any other.
He cracked a grin at her flustered question and sleepily stretched his arms before sinking back down onto the bed with a quiet sigh.
""Long story short... You were absolutely divine,"" he murmured. ""Don't think I've ever seen anyone do such things with their hands, and your tongue was simply... Wow,"" he breathed and coyly nibbled at his lower lip. His eyes fell upon her face, and a low chuckle escaped him. ""Just kidding. Nothing happened between us last night. You couldn't stop giggling and telling me that I wasn't your type. Then, when I tried to tell you that we had to seal the contract with sex, you told me that you had standards and that I... What was it again? That I probably had genital herpes?"" He shook his head at this with a sigh.
""Also... "" He raised a finger to point behind her, at the ritual circle drawn onto the floor with permanent marker and surrounded by candles that had long since burnt out. ""You know... If I were you, I would get rid of that,"" he groggily went on. ""Or at least hide it or something. You can't just summon a demon and forget to remove the evidence afterwards - didn't you know that?"""
948,Unexpected Connection (MxF),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-mxf.18756/,2020-10-24T23:44:00,Kaila Sharp,"At first, Camille wanted to be pissed off at the male in her bed, and considering she rarely even did anything he was implying, she felt that her anger was justified. Then he mentioned how she didn’t do anything, and she was a giggling mess the entire time after summoning him-wait, shesummonedhim? Great, she summoned a demon, but as she tried to think of what would cause her to do so, she managed to possibly remember his name: Cersys, and the fact that he was definitely an incubus. “Now that I’m sober, I’m pretty sure you catching something from a human and giving it to another is next to impossible, and I can’t believe that I did this... Cersys, was it...?” She found that for a demonic name, what she assumed was his name, his sounded like an odd name for a human, and it fit him. Calming down a bit, she hesitantly sat down next to him, and she resisted the urge to touch him in any way, which her willpower was famous for despite the crumbling it was slowly beginning to experience. Cami then felt her head begin to pound, and she pressed her fingers to her temples in an effort to massage it into something bearable as a flashback began to make its way into her mind.
“Camille, you know you’re fucking nuts for thinking that you can write a bestseller, right?” Camille ran into a couple friends after already having two drinks, and she gazed at the icy blonde that called her nuts with a smile. “I know it’s a long shot, Odette, but you seriously think I don’t have a shot?” She said right as they got their round of drinks, grabbing the rum and coke from the server’s tray before taking a few sips from it. “Girl, if you want to write a book about a girl who summons a demon, you’re likely going to need to do it yourself. I let you borrow that book of spells when you first started, remember?” A redhead spoke up as she downed a shot of bourbon like it was water, and she signaled for more as soon as it happened. “Yeah, but Eva, what if it doesn’t work? What if I do it and it fails?” The two of them gave the raven haired girl a look as the bookish girl sipped from a strawberry, and they discussed substitutes for various materials for the summoning ritual. The only material they couldn’t substitute was blood, mainly because the olive oil didn’t appear to be a good substitute like some people online were claiming. Cami ended up leaving after somewhere around five drinks, and got to work on actually summoning a demon...
“Oh, fucking Eva. If she hadn’t suggested it...” Camille muttered to herself, and then she realized that she had to have cut herself somewhere to complete the summoning for Cersys. Checking her hands, she didn’t find any cuts, and upon checking her arms, she discovered the source of her ritual blood: her arm was bandaged, and if one looked a little bit closer, they’d notice that her arms were littered with other scars that didn’t appear self-inflicted. Touching the bandage, she saw a hint of blood start to come up from the wound, and that was when she realized how deep she cut. “Quick question: how much blood are you supposed to use in a summoning ritual? The one that summoned you didn’t specify, but I’m guessing I used a bit too much from how deep this is.” She showed him her arm, and she almost appeared hesitant as she did so. Once she thought he got a good look, she was quick to pull her arm away from him, and decided to try to consider getting dressed. Cami couldn’t believe that Cersys was the demon she summoned, but at least she didn’t have to go out in public today until much later.
If she even wanted to go out tonight and potentially expose her actions to her friends."
949,Unexpected Connection (Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-take-two.22839/,2021-08-24T08:44:00,Kaila Sharp,"
Why did she have to choose last night to drink too much?
Camille woke up with a pounding headache, and with a fight to get herself out of bed, she groaned softly as she moved. It wasn’t unusual for her to go out now that bars reopened, and due to her job as a freelance writer, she needed the nightly breaks as soon as she decided to announce that she had a book in progress. However, her memory of last night was hazy, and since she knew that she couldn’t have hadthatmuch to drink, her memory should’ve been better. So, upon shifting to get up, she paused as she realized that she wasn’t alone.No fucking way...Spinning her head around, she didn’t recognize the mess of hair that belonged to a male she didn’t know she’d brought home. Cami then jumped up out of bed, fear now coursing through her veins as she searched her memories for any semblance of how she met this man, or what had made her decide to bring him home... but her memory was coming up blank.
Just ask him...
“Excuse me...” Camille’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, but despite that, it came out clearly. Once she saw the mystery man wake up and look at her, she involuntarily gulped as she realized that he was stunning.Drunk me has good taste, but how much did I have to drink...?“Sorry to wake you, and I hate to say this, but I don’t remember much about last night. Do you think you could help me fill in the blanks?” Considering how she just realized that she was in a nightgown that was a bit low cut and barely coming to her mid thigh, she grabbed a silver colored robe and quickly slipped it on and tied it. She invited a total stranger into her house, and thanks to how much she had to drink, she wished she could figure out the reason why. Was he a good person, did he do something to force her to bring him here, or did she genuinely get blackout drunk last night without even trying. Cami stood there as she waited for an answer, not knowing if the mystery man even remembered last night or not, but hesitating to leave him alone in case looks were deceiving.
For all Camille knew, she had no reason to trust that this man had any reason to not hurt her, and she'd dealt with a man growing up that could snap at any given moment. He'd seemed nice enough just from appearances alone, but her intuition had brought no peace as she tucked some of her raven colored hair behind her ear. There was no reason to trust him, and earth colored eyes were narrowed as she searched her mind for any sign of his face being on the news, only to come up blank as she balled her hands into fists. She was out of her mind for doing whatever she did to end up with this guy in her bed, and she could've help it when she took a step backwards to give herself more room in case he was what her intuition was jumping to at first: danger, a threat, someone who was more than capable of taking advantage of her if he truly wanted to, though there was a slim chance her past was clouding her judgement as she knew her views on guys had been tainted. ""If you don't answer me within the next five minutes, I don't care what the hell the consequences are for doing so, but I will call the cops."" She couldn't remember if she consented to doing anything with him, much less remember anything about the previous night, but she had to know. It was now his move, and Cami knew that if what was crossing her mind had happened, this guy was in huge trouble.
The only problem now was trying to figure out if the next words that would leave his mouth were the truth, or if they were lies."
950,Unexpected Connection (Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-take-two.22839/,2021-09-15T06:57:00,Kaila Sharp,Bump.
951,Unexpected Connection (Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-take-two.22839/,2021-09-15T17:57:00,Winter317,"Groaning slowly as he was waken from his slumber as he kind of forgotten where he was as well as he looked back towards the female that had just woken him up. He was still tired from last night but did remember a lot of everything and turned and smiled at the woman now as he was going to answer her. Taking a second to check her out again as he remembered coming back to this place and bringing the drunken woman back here to help her out and she insisted on wearing that as he wasn't going to fight her with it at all. ""Well good morning to you as well. I do remember a lot of last night and your drunken motives in the bar last night. Why don't you ask what you want to know and I will fill in the blanks for you. What was the last thing you remember from last night and I can tell you the story."" He said to the woman starting to sit up slowly he didn't have a shirt on. ""I also will say this at first too, nothing happened between us last night even though you were trying it as much as you could once we did get back to your place. That was until you passed out and I had to put you into bed and you wouldn't let me go so I laid down with you in bed with you and we both slept here."" He said showing that he was still wearing his pants from last night.
""I am Thomas by the way, it is good to finally meet the real you Camille and I can understand why you are drawing a blank, I will be honest I think one guy slipped something into your drink... I promise you it was not me. You were talking to a blonde haired guy at the bar and he was hitting on you hard, you went to the bathroom and I think that is when he slipped it into your drink because you became amazingly drunk after that. I saw him trying to take you home and I came up to see if you were okay and he got aggressive with me. I then kind of lied and told him that I was your fiance and that I just found your ring that you misplaced. Like any jerk would be he looked at you and called you a bitch.... you slapped him, which was funny but he then left and I grabbed you some water while we waited for the cab to show up too bring us here. I couldn't leave you alone incase douche followed us back. I hope that is okay?"" He looked at her holding up his hands as a way to say that he wasn't going to harm her at all. ""Please don't call the cops, I promise I didn't do anything and I will answer any type of question you do have. C...can I just have my shirt?"" He asked pointing to a shirt on the ground not far from the bed and where he had been sleeping at.
"
952,Unexpected Connection (Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-take-two.22839/,2021-09-16T07:26:00,Kaila Sharp,"Thomas, a knight in shining armor for what appeared to be a damsel in distress, though that was not what Camille was expecting at all. Of course, she threw him his shirt as soon as he'd asked for it, and forced herself to try to remember more about last night upon getting more details to fill in the blanks. ""I swear, I'm not that quick to jump to conclusions, but it's not every day you wake up with a stranger in your bed and fearing the worst from the start."" Now that she thought about it, she did kind of remember the blond male that somehow felt he had some ownership of her upon meeting, and that upon returning from the bathroom, her drink did taste like it was tampered with. ""Knowing my luck, he likely used a sleeping pill, mainly because they're easy to access. Though since you happened to say that I slapped the guy, and it was easier to come home with me in case I was followed, then I definitely owe you one, Thomas."" It was strange, saying his name after the night she had, and with the headache that brought back the memories he was talking about, she knew he was trustworthy enough to want to repay him somehow. ""There's two bathrooms in the apartment, but the one for guests can be a bit… temperamental with the hot water if the neighbor on that side is also taking a shower. Old pipes, according to the landlord, but that's only if you want to take one here."" She managed a smile as she spoke again, the first one since waking up, and it appeared to light up her features as she took in more of his features at the same time. Cami then walked over to her dresser, quickly fishing out an outfit for the day, and then a thought crossed her mind that she realized that she wanted to ask Tom (who she didn't know if he liked nicknames or not) about since it was unusual.
""What were you doing in the bar last night? I mean, you seemed to be alone, and I would've preferred you come over to me first instead of the other guy."" Camille knew her face was heating up a bit with her comment, and while Thomas was definitely handsome, it was in a way that made him appear to be the ""boy next door"" in her mind.Get it together, and get some painkillers for the headache.What she didn't realize was that the sleeve of her robe had hiked up, revealing in better lighting some scars that were a few shades lighter than her skin was, but appeared to be caused by someone else instead of being self-inflicted, though she quickly pulled it down upon realizing that it was hiked up. She knew heroutfitcould work for a day at home or going out in public, and upon looking at the time, they'd managed to get up around nine in the morning, so they definitely didn't sleep in as much as they could've for the night they had. ""I can think of more questions after a shower, some ibuprofen, and a change of clothes, but can I least buy you breakfast and talk about last night over food?"" Anyone else who was in this situation would've been kicked to the curb upon waking up to this situation, but he was honest, and he was nice, which was helping her piece her memories back together with the added spice of someone drugging her the night before. It didn't take her long to get her clothes in the bathroom as she heard his response, but a part of her wondered what was normal for trying to repay a favor since those never ended well back in the day. ""Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, and once I come out, we can talk further, okay?"" Cami managed to wink at Tom as she closed the attached bathroom's door, thankful that the color scheme was neutral tones as she grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen out of the medicine cabinet, taking two pills before turning the water on and hopping in once it was warm enough for her.
""I'm not interested in doing anything with anyone for one night, and if that's what you want, then look elsewhere."" Camille was wearing what appeared to be a raven colored dress that was long-sleeved, but also was showing off a bit of her curves before the knee-length skirt began to loosen up at her waist, but the blond male wasn't having any of what she was saying. ""What is it with women trying to say that they don't want to be with a guy who decides to be nice and buy them a drink? Where's the ""thank you"" us nice guys don't get from uptight bitches like you?"" Of course, it was at this point she began to feel dizzy, but she just assumed that she was just having a lower tolerance to the alcohol she drank tonight. The likelihood of being drugged was low, right? ""Typically, a guy that calls himself a nice guy, usually reveals himself to be an arrogant… self-righteous… egomaniacal…"" She could barely piece together her thoughts, knowing exactly what she wanted to call this guy, but not having the ability to think straight as the dizziness made getting up from the bar much more difficult than it should've been, especially considering she was wearing flats of the same color as her dress. A couple other patrons began to take notice of her condition, but just as the ""nice guy"" decided that it was time to go home, someone asked her about a ring she misplaced, even though she didn't wear a ring coming in. Of course, Cami tried to repay the favor once the much nicer guy got her home safely, but it definitely was unusual that she felt like this as she suddenly let the dizziness overtake her once they were in her bed, inadvertantly taking him down with her for the night."
953,Unexpected Connection (Take Two),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/unexpected-connection-take-two.22839/,2021-09-16T14:09:00,Winter317,"He looked up at her and nodded once again listening to what she had to say about it all now. ""Hey I completely understand why and everything that you jumped to that conclusion and I mean I didn't have a shirt on and you were wearing what you have on right now."" He said looking her over once again as she was a beautiful woman in the first place and he was more than happy to help out someone that needed it actually. ""Yeah I wish I could tell you what it was that he had put into the drink but I am not one that would like to use pills or anything along those lines to try and get a beautiful woman."" He sat up some taking the shirt from her and sliding it on now as well and starting to get up out of the bed stretching some now. ""An you do not owe me anything, I was just glad to help someone and not see another picture on the news of someone or something that happened at all because that would of been just horrible to see and people like him deserve the worst."" He listened to her talking about the shower and smiled again as she asked that and nodded. ""Well thank you for that request, but I wouldn't have any clothes to change into. And I hope that I don't smell to bad actually."" He said as he actually tested to see if he did smell bad thankfully he didn't.
Watching as she went and grabbed her clothes out of her dresser and taking more in about her as well. ""Well I will be honest with you, I was suppose to meet someone at the bar last night. But they decided at the last minute to just now show up at all and so I was left hoping that they would. I would of absolutely came up to you and talked to you, but my luck the person I was suppose to meet would have came through the door looking for me. I am very very happy they didn't though and I could actually help you though."" He smiled back at her softly as he was quite enjoying being around her. Thomas also was able to notice her arms last night and he wondered how they would look today but he didn't want to ask about it at all and freak her out either as he just let it go and nodded once again. ""Go ahead and shower up and take some meds. I will actually be out here. I may just grab some water from your kitchen if that is okay as well."" He said looking back towards her seeing her about to head into bathroom and hoped that he would be able to as he was quite thirsty.
As she closed the door after answering him, he walked out towards the kitchen getting some water for himself and drinking it but he was lost in the thoughts of last night as he could hear the guy getting annoyed with her. He could see the look on other's faces and remembers one of the other guys going up to the blonde hair guy trying to get him to leave the girl alone. That is when he knew that he had to do something and couldn't just sit on the sidelines either, he knew that if he let Camille leave there with that blonde haired guy it wouldn't be good at all for her the rest of the night. He remembered how bad she looked when he got up to them and he remembers how tight of a grip he had on her arm by that point as well and he clenched his fist just wanting to punch the guy but knew better at that point but still wished he would have done it."
954,Victorian Englishmen on the Lost Island of Amazons (new Amazon partner needed),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/victorian-englishmen-on-the-lost-island-of-amazons-new-amazon-partner-needed.26163/,2022-10-08T19:36:00,Chartreux,"
Victorian Englishmen on the Lost Island of Amazons
(new Amazon partner needed)
Prologue:
It had taken seven years of research, the hiring of a number of intermediary agents (some of questionable reputations) and the cajoling of a number wealthy individuals in the Royal Explorer's Society of Penzance, but Sir Braxton Ignatius Grimsby had finally secured the funding to hire a ship and equip an expedition to the Mediterranean Sea to search for the sunken island of the Amazons.
Braxton's first inklings about the possibility of a lost and sunken island in the Mediterranean came in the form of an amphora jar, which had been rumored to have been handed down through his family since before The Crusades. His ancestors called it ""The Daedaleus Jar"" because an intricate mechanism needed to be solved to open without breaking the container. Of course, Braxton's ancestors might have easily gambled that what was inside was more important than the jar itself, but it was also a beautiful piece of history, depicting something like a Greek Queen or Goddess being adored by lesser males, and their fortunes were never so dire that they gave more than a passing fancy to breaking it open.
When Braxton was twenty-three years old, he came into possession of the perplexing jar at the passing away of his father. Braxton's older brother, Jerome, was gifted the family estate but a provision in the last will and testament required that Jerome surrender one-third of the cash accounts and one-third of the ""family treasures"" to Braxton. His older brother, satisfied with his Biblical ""double portion"", made no fuss that one of the treasures that Braxton chose for his own was The Daedaleus Jar.
With sufficient funds at his disposal and other investments likely to assure him a modest if not somewhat comfortable life, Braxton turned his attention to the riddle of the jar. He made a number of trips to libraries at Oxford and at Cambridge to study puzzles of ancient Greek ingenuity. Eventually, he was reminded of a story concerning the myths about Daedaleus and eventually solved the riddle of the jar with the help of a ladybug.
The contents of the jar included an amulet on a chain and a scroll of apparently ancient Greek writing.
Having studied Latin and Greek as a boy, Braxton believed that he had managed a crude deciphering of the scroll text. It described an island ruled by powerful women. Braxton had trouble imagining a place of heroic ladies, considering the state of modern females, but immediately thought of Queen Victoria and tempered his male incredulity. Perhaps these powerful women devoted themselves to scholarship and were the wise council of the men of the island? That might make sense….
The scroll also described that the amulet provided directions to this island. Braxton became very excited at this discovery but howled in dismay, earning the displeasure of the librarian, when he discovered that the amulet had three interlocking pieces of which he only had one piece.
In the intervening years, Braxton's agents found the other two pieces of the amulet. Braxton traded three of the other family treasures that he had inherited for one piece of the amulet. He commissioned the invasion and theft from a family crypt in Hungary for the other piece when his agents' efforts to negotiate for it were rebuffed. Apparently, this bit of skullduggery seemed to remain unknown to the family in question.
Believing that he had the answers, but not willing to give up the knowledge to someone that might secure whatever treasure and artifacts might be waiting for an expedition, it took some time and promises to secure enough investors from the Royal Explorer's Society. Finally, on the Eighteenth of April, Eighteen Sixty, the expedition set sail from Penzance.
Now it was Midsummer Eve, on the Mediterranean Sea, approximately Thirty-three degrees North latitude and Seventeen degrees East longitude. The phase of the moon had changed from the total darkness of a new moon and now was a slim crescent that would wax larger over the next dozen days or so. Now, with the sun having just set, it hung in the night sky just above the western horizon. The planets Venus and Mercury were also visible. The first stars of the evening began to appear in the east.
It was peaceful. The sea was calm and the wind was light. The sails had been furled. They were far from the normal trade routes on this sea.
""Bull, I think that it is nights and seas like these that could make a man want to give up life on land,"" opined Sir Wendell Oleander, Braxton's fellow in the Explorer's Society and best friend from school and university.
Braxton didn't care much for the nickname. It was crude. However, Wendell had stayed by Braxton's side when they were boys and helped nurse him back to health during an epidemic wave of influenza that kept Braxton in bed for weeks. Therefore, as far as Braxton was concerned, Wendell could continue to call him ""Bull"" as much as he liked. Braxton had the right to refuse to explain it if anyone asked. Why would people ask? Outwardly, Braxton stood six feet tall and was of a lean to a medium build. His hair was of a medium brown color, trimmed so that it did not extend over his shirt collar and curly. At thirty years old, his beard grew out in an exceptionally whisp-like fashion so until such a time as that changed he would shave so as to present a neat appearance. His complexion, which might have been called 'fair', had become lightly tanned during the voyage.
Both men had opted to wear clothing like typical sailors wore. They had proper clothing for social affairs and for their return to England packed in their trunks, but they expected to get their hands ""dirty"" as they searched for the mysterious island. Braxton kept his completed amulet on its chain and hidden under his shirt.
""Truly, Wendell, old friend?"" replied Braxton, inclining his head down slightly to look Wendell in the eye. ""What about those rumors that your sister has been matchmaking for you? It seems a bother, but I suppose that we ought to find women to marry and each start a family in the next few years.""
""Yes, Bull,"" answered Wendell, ""I am under some pressure by my family to wed. This expedition might be my last adventure as a free man. I'm grateful that you have invited me to join you on it.""
The taller man gently clapped his friend on the back. ""Think nothing of it, my friend. I can't think of anyone else I would rather have with me on this adventure."" Braxton paused briefly and then added, ""I'm going to the stateroom and get ready for sleep. Don't stay up out here too late. The work truly begins tomorrow.""
With those words, Braxton headed below.
The Bosun had also been taking his ease and standing at the railing. He nodded in agreement with the friend of his ship's benefactor. The Bosun had also sailed through storms that could make grown men cry out to God for salvation, but it was moments at sea like these he thanked The Lord for the beauty of the world.
Now the Bosun spoke to Sir Oleander, ""I ken your thinking, master. It is now indeed a beautiful night on deck. You seem to be quite good friends with the other master. I envy you. A word of warning, a life at sea means that shipmates come and go like the tide and the wind. We have friends, but true good friends are more rare.""
""Bull?"" said Sir Oleander, ""Yes, I would trust Bull with my life. We have supported each other often over the years."" Now Sir Oleander looked toward the hatch that his friend had passed through some moments before and considered following him. He turned to go, but the Bosun got his attention with a ""Begging your pardon, master….""
""Yes, Bosun?"" Oleander answered.
""I hope that you don't mind my asking,"" began the Bosun, ""but why do you call Master Grimsby, 'Bull'? Mayhap he be stronger than he looks? His frame doesn't appear overly sturdy or bullish. I'm sorry, Sir, mayhap I be too curious for my own good.""
Sir Oleander gave the Bosun a conspiratorial smile and said, ""Before I tell you, you must swear to never mention it to a soul until Bull and myself are back in England. Do you agree?""
""I won't be lettin' the cat out of the bag, no Sir"", answered the Bosun.
In a hushed tone, Sir Oleander said to the Bosun, ""Over the years, I've seen my friend change in and out of sports uniforms when we were at school. I can call him 'Bull' because of how far down into his trouser legs he has to reach when he wishes to make water.""
The Bosun was a bit surprised at the master's remark, but then, until someone lets their guard down, you don't really know them. He supposed that some gentlemen were more like common folk than they let on. He bade the master 'goodnight' and went about his business as the other man went below decks.
Some hours later, he knew not exactly how long he had been asleep, Braxton awoke to the sound of women singing beautifully. He was still wearing pants and shirt (he changed his clothing in the morning, staying minimally dressed in case there was an emergency aboard the ship). He sat up in his bunk to listen. Wendell also awoke and looked at him. Braxton pointed a finger upwards and Wendell nodded. The pair made their way up to the main deck.
The stars shone brightly. They had just emerged from the hatch when a massive thing, like a section of an unbelievably large snake, crashed into the deck just aft of them. Seeking to turn away, they then beheld the head of a great sea serpent rising from the port side, sliding across to the starboard side with its body now blocking their path both fore and aft. They could not see beyond the coils that they were betwixt.
Moments later, the ship shook and groaned as the creature began to constrict it with its coils, like an earthly snake might crush a small rodent. Braxton could hear the sound of timbers cracking. Unable to keep his footing as the ship shattered beneath his feet he fell into the sea.
Something, either a broken piece of the ship or something else, struck Braxton. He felt that whatever it was might have knocked his head off of his shoulders had it been any harder. Vague shapes played before his vision but not for long as his consciousness abandoned him.
X X X
The island of Siguran was a beautiful one. One left untouched by modern society, undiscovered by modern man. Surrounded by large rock formations covered in greenery, trees that towered and soared into the heavens. The water that surrounded Siguran glittered magnificently, like a million opals had been melted down to make the ocean. The sands of the beaches that surrounded Siguran were like perfectly milled crystals. Everything about the island of Siguran was beautiful, including its people. The last of the Amazons, women more beautiful than the next. Woman that stood between seven feet, and nine feet tall. Women that were pure elegance, grace- and sexuality.
The men were beautiful too, just as the women. Though in all regards men were completely, and utterly useless. They were the labourers, the servants and once a month when the women of Sigurans went into heat, they were a breeding partner. Though it was hardly a pleasurable experience to be bedded by a man of Siguran, their small appendages left many women of Siguran unsatisfied. So the women of Siguran often found their pleasures with each other, after all-- Who knew a woman better than a woman?
At the head of the island of Siguran stood Queen Rhene. The seventh queen to rule Siguran, having ruled for half a century but looking no older than modern day's depiction of a woman in her late twenties. She would rule until the Earth decided to take her, it could be another half a century or it could be another three centuries. A queen's rule was unknown.
It was the thirtieth day of the month when the island of Siguran changed for the first time in a thousand years. A day that was like any other within Palais, the largest building stood on Siguran made entirely of sandstone that glowed in the sun as the sand on the beach did. A pinnacle of the island that housed the ladies of Siguran, including the Queen herself.
Standing with a sea of rich fabrics in deep blues, greens and golds hugging her figure tightly yet draped elegantly, with two slits that sat high on both her legs, legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her dark hair was dreaded, with gold decorative pieces within it. Her arms were bare, though adorned ornate tattoos that followed the natural curves of her body. If it were not for her dress one might see that Rhene was covered in those ornate patterns and almost organic lines.
At her side stood her ladies, each one as beautiful as the next- dressed in rich fabrics as their queen wore, high slits all revealing that each of Rhene's ladies wore garters on their thighs containing a delicately carved dagger with ancient carvings carved along the blade. Weapons that were never used, but always carried in case they had to protect their queen.
They stood in the hall of the Palais, within its grandeur interior that could put even the ancient Romans to shame. Servant men with palm leaves gently fanning the Queen and her ladies, Gods forbid any of the ladies felt an ounce of the heat that the Siguran weather created.
""-My queen""
Koa, one of the guardians of Siguran, spoke as she approached. Dressed in dark leathers that brought out her more feminine features whilst giving her the masculine appearance of a traditional guard. Koa was one of the faces not often seen by the queen, if she was seen it was never for a good reason.
""Out with it Koa"" Rhene nodded, drawing a calming breath. Usually Koa brought news of the male population and their… Rule breaking antics. Rape, was common. After all there was only one day of the month the women of Siguran paid the men attention… Such an offence was punishable by death though not without torture fit for such a crime..
""-My ladies and I were patrolling our shores, when we found invaders. My queen"" Koa explained before shifting ""Men, not of Siguran descent"" Koa added.
Rhene's brow cocked high, into an angular yet delicate line ""-Men?"". Koa nodded
""Men"".
Rhene nodded ""...And where are these men now?"" she questioned.
Koa breathed out before nodding to one of the other guardians that had entered the Palais alongside her ""Fetch them"" she ordered shortly.
Disappearing behind the grand doors of the hall, Rhene looked to her ladies before looking back to Koa ""I would be curious to know just how these men found Siguran…"" she purred with a sharp smirk playing upon her lips.
""They don't speak much"" Koa informed Rhene ""Far too shaken up from whatever had them coming onto our shores dripping wet I'd say"".
Rhene nodded ""I'm sure I can get them talking"" Rhene assured ""Men truly do have the weakest of minds"" she looked back to her ladies who joined her amusement with small giggles of laughter.
It was then that the hall's doors roared open to reveal Koa's recent discovery. Men, clearly not Siguran men just by judging their clothing. They were not rich fabrics, nor were they… All that pretty. Well, not in the traditional sense. There was something particularly rugged about them. Though there was one in particular that Rhene's eyes remained on as she stepped down the small steps that she had been standing on, her ladies remained where they had stood though now each one had a hand firmly on the dagger that sat high on their thigh. Whilst their queen showed no fear in approaching the newcomers. In fact, she seemed unfazed by the company of strange men that had been washed onto their shores. She had the upper hand. She always had the upper hand. And when it came to men, she most definitely had the upper hand.
X X X
Considering that the last thing the Englishman could recall was falling into the sea and a blow to his head, Braxton was surprised to be alive.... Was he alive? Was he in some 'afterlife'? He believed that he felt himself breathing air, so the philosopher Descartes' logic told him that he still existed, either in the world or the Hereafter. If it was the Hereafter, Braxton would have to rely on God's grace as the Englishman knew himself to be flawed and that the Christian faith was not as strong in him as he had observed it in others. To himself he thought, 'I want to live. I want to live....'
As Braxton's consciousness neared wakefulness, he believed that he heard a woman softly chanting. The words were not English..., the words were Greek. His head was in pain, but this pain diminished and disappeared as the chanting ceased.
Now Braxton began to feel strength gradually returning to his body. He opened his eyes to behold a woman's face, very close to his.... No, she was not truly that close but that she appeared to be something of a giantess. She was on her knees, administering to him, yet standing next to her was his friend and her head was still an inch or so higher than Wendell's! She was lovely to behold, he noted, her long dark hair framing a classically beautiful face. He also noted that she was dressed in beautiful cloth that was styled more for the weather and quite insufficient for feminine modesty. Still, he was the alien here and it would do him no good to begin lecturing to the natives. He attempted to sit up, but she placed a hand upon his chest and gently but firmly kept him from moving. Not strong enough yet to attempt resistance, Braxton lay back and relaxed. Then he said to her, ""Thank you for saving my life.""
The giantess seemed a bit puzzled at Braxton's words.... He mildly cursed himself for his foolishness and repeated his thankfulness to her in Greek, ""~Thank you for saving my life.""
To Braxton's thinking, her expression changed to one of pleasant surprise. She said to him, ""~I am glad that you know how to speak our tongue, stranger. This one here,"" she indicated Wendell, ""~is the only other of your party that we can talk to. The others are... not learned.""
'It was good to be educated', thought Braxton as he unthinkingly moved a hand to touch his chest. He felt the amulet, still on its chain. He pulled it from beneath his shirt and kissed it before tucking it underneath again. Did his doctor look at the amulet strangely? If she did then her expression quickly hid her interest in it.
She removed her hand from Braxton's chest and stood, allowing him to also rise. Once on his feet, the man clearly saw that while she stood at least two feet taller that his own six foot frame but in beautifully human proportions. Braxton also noted that along with Wendell there were eleven other men who had survived the... 'Oh, Dear God!' he remembered, 'the ship had been attacked by a sea monster!'
Braxton had wanted to weep at the loss of his fellow Englishmen, but bowed his head and momentarily clapped his right hand over his eyes until he could regain his composure. He did not want to let anyone see him cry, especially a woman! If he grieved further then he would do it in private.
Lifting his head and removing his hand, Braxton now saw that the survivors were surrounded by a party of twelve of the giant women. These women looked stern and untrusting. They were clothed in leathers that, while still scandalous in English fashion, conveyed the look of soldiers. His mind understood immediately that, of course, the surviving crew were strangers to these women and it was perfectly reasonable for them to be on their guard.
The mens' clothing had dried since the time that they had washed washed(?) ashore. There was likely still some saltwater residue needing to be laundered out. Still, when their guards instructed their group to begin walking there ought not be any danger of developing rashes unless the walk was a particularly long one.
In the span of about thirty minutes or so, they reached a farmhouse where scantily clad men of their own height, again in perfect accord with the weather but somewhat indecent nonetheless, prepared a wagon and four ponies to convey the men further along on their journey. The pace of the walking ponies was similar to the pace of their guardians. In about another thirty minutes they arrived in the Amazonian city.
It was beautiful and magnificent. More beautiful, thought Braxton, than Athens or Rome must have been at their zeniths! Could mortal men have truly created this? Were the old gods real?
They were led to a building. It might have been a temple or a palace. They waited a bit while the commander and one other of their guard went inside, likely to report their arrival. The second soldier returned and led the men inside.
The men appeared to have been taken into a throne room, a huge hall with a dais opposite the doors from which they entered. Walking closer, they saw six ravishingly beautiful giantesses, three on each side of the throne, with hands on the scabbards of large daggers attached to their garters. In front of the throne was another giantess, who Braxton imagined, must be their Queen. His heart ached as he beheld her beauty, but he suppressed his impure thoughts because she was royalty and all of the mens' lives might depend not accidentally giving offense.
Braxton watched as she stepped down from the dias to get a closer look at the men. Knowing she was a queen, Braxton bowed deeply and held that position, waiting for permission to stand straightly, hoping that his fellows would mimic his actions. They needed to show proper respect to the ruler of the island.
X X X
The queen of Siguran stood as an ethereal representation of the Siguran culture, and a pinnacle of womanly beauty and grace. Even surrounded by the beauty of her ladies she stood out, she was not the tallest of her ladies only standing at 8 feet tall. Though her features were striking, dark blue angular eyes lined with intricate eyeliner stared down at the newcomers with a gaze that could silence any man and have him at her will. There was no doubt that she was queen. Each step she took revealed a scantily clad thigh, leg and hip bone. An hourglass figure lacking the corset that modern women would have used to achieve such a figure.
Rhene did not fear the newcomers as the others did. Although just how they had ended up on the shore still lived had Rhene curious, and just where they had come from was even more curious. The creatures of the sea did not often leave men alive, and the sirens that guarded the waters often had their way with any stray man that sailed their oceans before drowning them. Yet here the men stood, seemingly unharmed at least as far as the sirens were concerned though there was no denying they had crossed paths with the creatures that lurked below the surface.
The man that caught her attention seemed to be the head of his own group, if only because of where he stood within the group. Though Rhene did have an eye for leadership, given that there were no women present it seemed only plausible that he was in charge. Only further confirmed as the man was the first to bow to the group and the others seemed to follow his lead. Intriguing it was to see a man not at the mercy of a female ruler.
""~Do they speak our tongue?"" Rhene questioned looking at Koa with a brow arched so delicately upon her face, a smirk deviously turning her lips.
""~That one does, so does that one"" Koa gestured to the man that Rhene had assumed to be the leader of the group and another man that stood close by. Rhene assumed the other man was some form of advisor, or second in command. It was the only explanation for the two of the group to know the language of Siguran.
Returning her intimidating gaze back to the man that still remained bowed whilst the group around him began twitching with the urge to raise, she nodded.
""~Rise"" she ordered as she closed the space between herself and the stranger causing what could only be described as panic from her ladies who crept down after their queen still firmly grasping their daggers. These men were no Siguran. They were small, puny. A fact that had Rhene's lips turning into a smirk.
""~So small"" Rhene purred as she looked over the group of men before looking back at their leader as her hand raised to his shirted chest, looking over the buttons. The technology that a civilization held could easily be determined by a simple piece of clothing. Turning to look at her ladies she shared her amusement ""~If they are so small, we may just be thankful for our men"". There was an uneasy amusement shared with the queen and her ladies. These men could be unpredictable, they could attack the queen at any moment and yet the queen herself did not appear to fear what they might do. There she stood touching the man's clothing, talking of the man's size… Pushing the buttons of the man who at any moment could turn. All the while the queen did not hold a weapon and would only have to rely on her own strength, though the strength of these men was unknown... They were small, but they could be mighty.
X X X
Braxton felt relieved that the Amazon Queen had eventually given them leave to stand as normal men in her Royal Presence. Indeed, he had wondered if their bowing might have been insufficient to the ruler and that perhaps they ought to have gotten down on their hands and knees, like a kowtowing Chinese. Fortunately, the Queen seemed satisfied with the Englishmens' show of respect. He stood silent, waiting for the Queen to give him leave to speak or answer a question.
His fellows, while bowing, had kept their eyes on Braxton. When the Queen spoke, they saw him stand straight and followed his example.
The Queen did not introduce herself, or give permission for Braxton to introduce himself. This left the man in the unenviable position of having to stand still whilst she scrutinized his appearance. He was not comfortable, but he was an Englishman and he could endure a great deal of poking and prodding and still remain unnerved. He clearly heard the Queen speak of the crewmen's stature in an unflattering way. This puzzled him a bit as he and the crew seemed no smaller in height or frame than the men that were native to the island.
Wendell also held his tongue. The Queen's comments were likely going over Braxton's head and Wendell was glad, for Braxton's sake, that his friend had not developed a ribald sense of humor. A more normal man of a more sexual nature might have been insulted at disparaging comments about the size of his manhood. Wendell also did his best to suppress a smile, for while he did not know the particulars of the general size of the native males, he imagined that nearly every other man on God's green Earth would come up 'short' in comparison to his friend, 'Bull'. Wendell hoped that if he was smiling that none of their captors would notice it.
Braxton did his best not to fidget during this 'royal inspection'. He silently prayed to God, and even some of the Greek gods, that the Englishmen would somehow earn this queen's acceptance and respect. The British government had outlawed slavery in 1833, but Braxton found himself wondering if this might be how a dark African man might feel upon being inspected at the auction block.
The Queen touched the clothing that Braxton wore, barely making any pressure upon the skin underneath. It produced an uncomfortable and ticklish sensation in Braxton. Still, the Englishman did his best to appear calm and collected.
X X X
All eyes of the room were on their queen and the newcomer that their queen had seemingly taken great interest in. Rhene was like a cheetah or lion quietly stalking her prey, and making her position clear to the men who had the luck of surviving the attack. Little was known of the world beyond Siguran, however there were stories of a male dominated society where the women were treated as broodmares. To be seen but never heard. Things were not that way here, and the men were going to learn quickly. A man would not disrespect her or her title, a man would not take Siguran for his own.
Drawing a step away from the male Rhene turned her back on the man, yet another daring move. Her silk skirts trailing down her back and falling to the floor like a waterfall of fabric. Her tattoos that continued from her arms were visible across her nearly bare back that was framed by draping fabric that made up her skirt. Making her way slowly up the stairs to her throne in silence she took her seat finally placing her intense gaze back upon the men.
""~I am Queen Rhene, queen of Siguran, protector of sands and the tides. Daughter of Queen Inez, Gods rest her soul"" Rhene finally introduced herself, her voice strong yet silken. A long title that Rhene was proud to behold. The Queen cared not for the names of the newcomers, men didn't have names until they earned their names.
With a click of her fingers, one of the male servants that had been fanning Rhene and all her ladies dropped to her side with leaf in hand gently fanning his queen with a look of pure adoration upon his features. Rhene did not dare look at her servant, keeping her eyes fixed forward.
""~Were they checked for weapons?"" Rhene questioned Koa though did not look in the direction of the curly brunette guardian who was eyeing the group as ready to attack as the queen's ladies were.
""I found no weapons, my queen,"" Koa replied with a nod.
Rhene sunk down into the throne, a throne that was large even for an amazon such as herself. One leg crossed over the other, her dress revealing just enough that it was too much yet- just enough to keep an imagination going. ""Strip"" she ordered.
""Your majesty?"" Koa blinked.
""Not you… Though perhaps I will reconsider at a later hour…"" Rhene purred, tearing her eyes off the men long enough to give the guardian a lustful glance before returning those very same eyes to the men.
Koa was wearing a smirk at the queen's suggestive words and tone, and the queen herself. The queen's words were enough to suggest if she did well, she would be rewarded by the queen herself. Quickly the young woman's demeaner changed as she turned her attention back to the men. now she was not unsure. now she wore the queen's confidence. ""~You heard"" Koa growled at the men as she shoved between them yanking at their clothes, causing some of the fabrics to wear with her force. ""~You obey"".
X X X
Fleeting thoughts about the possibilities of sexual congress with this queen, or any of the Amazons, danced in Wendell's mind as the Amazon Queen finished her close inspection of his dear friend, Braxton, who bore her scrutiny as befitting a proper English gentleman. He watched her stalk away from the group of men, ascend the dais and then turn to face them. He breathed a sigh of relief as the Amazon Queen, Rhene, addressed the men and introduced herself. He noted with interest how deliberately and enticingly she sat upon her throne, moves easily recognized as provocative and seductive by every man present..., except perhaps Braxton.
It appeared that Braxton was about to introduce the men to Her Majesty (how strange to think of those words and not imagine talking about Queen Victoria) when Queen Rhene inquired of her soldier about the men having been checked for weapons. In Wendell's mind, this did not bode well. Perhaps the Amazons might have had a reasonable fear of the Englishmen had the Englishmen been of a stature equal to their... captors, yes, 'captors'. The words, 'hosts' and 'guests' certainly did not seem to apply any longer, the men were captives.
However, Queen Rhene's next words stunned Wendell and likely completely flabbergasted Braxton! ""~Strip.""
Wendell's mind raced at what might happen. In private, with a woman who knew her mind and what she wanted, Wendell could easily see himself playing the subordinate and disrobing. He could not imagine publicly disrobing unless a knife was being held at his throat or the throat of a family member. Any other circumstance would be utterly humiliating and he guessed that this Queen wanted to humiliate them.
Then there was Braxton to think about. It had been all in fun and Braxton had put up marvelously with the private nickname, but one time Wendell had used it with other friends about them and it caused Braxton to hastily excuse himself from their company. Then had it dawned upon Wendell that what Wendell had perceived as a magnificent gift was looked at as a curse by Braxton. He now understood that sometimes and in some respects that exceptional people could want to be perceived as 'normal' and in this matter Braxton was very far from normal.
More words passed between Queen Rhene and her soldier, but Wendell had only just snapped out of his panicked trance over the queen's order. Soon the soldier waded in between the men, demanding compliance and tearing at their clothes. The men tried to retreat and shrank back at this aggressive display from the giant woman, but they had nowhere to go. He glanced at Braxton, seeing that the man's face had markedly paled and had seemingly frozen in personally painful shock.
He might be throwing his life away, but Sir Wendell Oleander could be quite courageous, especially in social situations. He took a step forward, prostrated himself before the queen on the throne and begged on behalf of the Englishmen. ""~Great Queen!"" Sir Wendell implored, ""~They do not understand! Please allow us to explain your orders to them.""
Wendell did not imagine that the Queen was stunned by his lack of protocol, but the faces of the women on either side clearly showed anger. He imagined that he did not have much time before they decided to do something about him, so he continued his pleas, ""~Also, my friend is of high rank (Wendell exaggerated a bit). It would cause him incredible embarrassment for lesser men to see him unclothed."" Wendell searched his brain, attempting to think of anything that might move the Amazon Queen to show mercy on Braxton. ""~Queen Victoria, of our homeland of England, would not want her subjects to be shamed in such a way.""
One of the Queen's attendants started to move. Wendell did not know if this was the woman's own idea or if the Queen had given her some subtle signal, but she started advancing straight for him. Wendell was certain that he was about to die.
Then Braxton moved and stepped between his friend and the advancing Amazon. Without a word, his hands down at his sides, his chest out, his stance defiant, he stared into the giant lady-in-waiting's face with a determined look upon his face as if he were daring her to blink.
X X X
Queen Rhene watched as the men kept their distance from Koa, huddling like a group of prey attempting to survive in numbers. However amusing it was, Rhene's face was stone cold as she watched the show of just how gutless these men were. Just as gutless as the men of Siguran, if not more. Though it seemed Rhene had underestimated the one member of the group, as one of the men addressed her- Not the one she had taken interest in, but what seemed to be his second-in-command. At least he was smart enough to address her with respect… Still dumb enough to speak out of turn. It was just proof of what kind of society these men had come from. Where a man could speak freely, and expect a woman to listen.
""~Your men will learn quickly"" Rhene spoke coldly, watching as Koa continued to make her way through the group ripping what fabric she could get her strong hands on from the bodies of the men.
However the second-in-command was quick to turn attention to his friend, the leader of this group it seemed. Though Rhene wondered if she had gotten the dynamic all wrong, after all- It was this man that spoke to her, and not the supposed leader. A man who spoke far too much.
Breathing out a small breath of frustration, Rhene looked to one of her ladies. Zya, a striking blonde younger than the other ladies. She was a breathtaking sort of beauty, striking green eyes that could be seen from miles away. She wore a dress of silken green fabric that brought out the green of her eyes even further, the dress cut out at her middle showing the well-toned body that laid beneath the dress.
This man needed to be silenced and adorning far less clothing. Nodding silently to Zya, Rhene returned her attention back to the men as Zya stepped down from her place with the queen's ladies. Removing her dagger from its place in her thigh garter, walking without a word towards the man. Perhaps it would look as if she were to kill him, but men were never killed-- Unless they harmed a lady.
Gasps sprung out from the hall as the wordless leader suddenly put himself between his far too wordy second in command. No, Rhene had it right. He most definitely was the leader of this group of castaways. Rhene was quick to her feet at the ballsy move, he still wore all his clothing- He could still have a weapon. Though there was no panic in how Rhene stood, no panic behind her eyes.
""Zya"" she said quietly. The blonde was clinging to her dagger tightly, as if she were considering cutting down the man who had put himself between herself and the other. With the queen uttering her name however, Zya stepped back as the queen once again descended the stairs to join her lady's side before stepping to where her lady had been standing in front of him.
""~You are courageous"" Rhene spoke as her dark blue eyes locked on his ""~Far too courageous for your own good"" Rhene warned. ""~You will learn a man's place in Siguran. There are no ranks when you are a man"" Rhene's cold expression slowly returned to its smirking state as her hand once again returned to his shirt where she grasped the top and with one motion ripped the fabric down and off his body without an ounce of hesitation. Why would she hesitate? She had six ladies that would protect her, and guardians present that would not hesitate themselves to tear these men apart if they dared hurt their queen.
The fabric fell apart under the strength of her hand, ripping apart at the middle and fluttering down his shoulders revealing the bare chest that laid beneath the surface. A bare chest that was adorned with something metallic. Something familiar yet something Rhene had not seen before. It was an amulet, uniquely Siguran. A sight that had the face of the queen dropping, as she stepped back from the man.
""~Thief"" she hissed, causing Zya to once again step forth holding the dagger as if she were ready to slice the man from head to pelvis at any moment. These men were from the outside, they came from lands beyond Siguran and yet they were in possession of that.
X X X
The shipwrecked Englishmen were in dire straits, equal to being caught between Scylla and Charybdis. Braxton's courage had failed him because of the impending shame and mockery he had expected when the Amazon Queen, Rhene, demanded that he disrobe. Only Wendell's pleading on Braxton's behalf cut through Braxton's despair. Braxton's courage returned when he saw one of the Queen's attendants move towards his true friend in a threatening manner. Braxton placed himself between the prostrate Wendell and the advancing Amazon. This action seemed to give some pause to the Amazon royal court.
Given how the native men behaved in this throne room and how the other Englishmen had been cowed by the actions of the giant Amazons, and especially the Queen's soldier, Braxton briefly enjoyed a slight smile at likely being the first man in a thousand or two thousand years to even momentarily defy a Queen of Siguran.
Still, unarmed and risking the possibility of his fellow castaways being executed, there was little that Braxton could do in the face of these giant and barbaric Amazons. If they killed him, he would die defiantly, as might be expected of an Englishman in this incredible situation.
He tried to quickly search his memory for some clever way out? A contest, perhaps? Given the size and apparent strength of the Amazons that idea held no hope for him. A battle of wits, maybe? But he had nothing that the Amazons wanted that they could not take from him. But too soon, Braxton was out of time.
Queen Rhene was stepping forward and calling his bluff, telling him that he was foolish and had no power on her island. It was true. All he could do was stubbornly stand there maintain his paltry defense of his friend, Wendell, as she reached forward to grasp his shirt by the neckline at its front and rip it downward....
Then, something else unexpected happened. Queen Rhene's action exposed both Braxton's muscled torso and the amulet that he had used to search for this island. This island that he now laughingly had believed to have been sunken under the waves. Queen Rhene recoiled at the sight of the amulet. It seemed to have some significance to her. Perhaps it could help the castaways?
But that hope was short lived when Queen Rhene accused Braxton of being a thief. He actually had recieved 'stolen property' but Braxton was not a thief and his pride bristled at the accusation.
""~Not a thief!"" Braxton loudly proclaimed. He had nothing to lose and if he could tell his tale then maybe the Amazons would relent in their barbarous treatment of the Englishmen, but the odds were not in favor of it. ""~Scholar!"" he declared and then proceeded:
""~This amulet had been crafted in three pieces that were scattered though-out the continent of Europe for hundreds or perhaps thousands of years and uncounted generations. One section of the amulet was cunningly sealed in a locked jar. My family owned this jar for hundreds of years, calling it 'The Daedaleus Jar'. I successfully unlocked the jar and discovered the first piece of the amulet. Over the next six and a half years, I sought out the other two pieces and eventually put them all together. Six months after that, myself and my companions set sail to find your island. There is no known record of its existence except those records that I have made in my attempts to find it. So many years have passed that we had imagined your island to have sunk beneath the waves, like Atlantis, if Atlantis had truly existed.""
Sir Braxton felt that he had the ears of the Amazons. Perhaps a bold declaration might aid the plight of the Englishmen? He had nothing to lose, so he swore an oath, hoping that the Amazons believed in the same Greek gods that Braxton had read about, ""~By the name, 'Aletheia', the goddess of truth, may the Furies rend my body if I have just spoken falsely!""
Braxton had thought himself finished, then words that he had not intended to speak came from his mouth, ""~The world is not infinite. Knowledge of it increases and ignorance of it decreases. The future decrees that Siguran will not stay as it has been.""
For some reason, Braxton felt weak, light-headed and confused. He felt that he was about to fall, but Wendell quickly rose up to catch him and keep Braxton on his feet.
X X X
The amulet had never been seen by any living member that still lived on Siguran. But there were texts, carvings-- All about an amulet that no one had seen for a thousand years or more. An amulet that looked the same as that very one that now hung from the neck of the intruder. The Amulet of Prophecy. Of course, the amulet had been missing far longer than this man had been alive, far longer than Rhene had been alive. The man was no thief, if Rhene was thinking clearly she would have realised such a fact before the man had to explain himself.
For once, Rhene did not stop the man from speaking. She had no words to say, she couldn't even bring her eyes from the amulet that belonged to her people as he spoke. But she was listening, all the while Zya stalked her way closer and closer to the man, not listening unlike her queen was.
These men had meant to find this island, perhaps they had found it by chance but they had been searching for it. They had survived what the seas had thrown at them and had washed ashore exactly where they had wanted to be. Siguran.
As Zya reached Rhene's side and went to step closer to the men, Rhene put her arm in front of Zya stopping the blonde in place just as the man swore to the Gods that what he said was truth before losing his strength and his second-in-command saved him from falling to his knees before the queen.
It had been by pure accident that the amulet had fallen into the hands of the man, it had been an accident that he had ended up on an island he believed to have sunk beneath the surface.
""~The amulet of prophecy"" Rhene told the man ""~Our island is protected by ancient magic, to remain undiscovered. That amulet is why you are here, why you are not dead rotting in the waves whilst sirens feast on your flesh"".
Rhene breathed as she straightened, the man was weak but she was not about to show weakness. ""~You may not be a thief, but someone was."" Rhene spoke down to the man, as she grabbed the amulet and inspected it for a moment before yanking it from the man's neck, freeing it into her own grasp. And without another word the woman turned and made her way back up the stairs to her throne holding the amulet tightly in her grasp.
Zya stood where she had been stopped, eyeing the man and waiting for orders, as did the guardians Koa and Eris that had stopped tearing the clothes from the men at the sight of the amulet. Orders were unclear. Were these men to die now? Zya blinked, looking back to Rhene who had once again crossed her legs in a provocative manner, clearly pondering just what she was to do with these men. Her thumb was running over the amulet as she thought.
""~I am a merciful queen"" Rhene spoke finally ""~I thank you for returning our amulet.""
Silence fell once again as the queen shifted in her throne, her dress riding up further. Something changed upon the queen's features, a seriousness- an intent. It was a coldness as Rhene finally made her orders ""~Strip them"" she then turned to the second in command who was strong enough to keep his men in check. ""~Tell your men that any one who dare fight, will be fed to the sirens that should have dealt will you long before you came to Siguran"" Rhene's lips quirked into a smirk ""They love to kill men in the most pleasurable sadistic ways"".
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Braxton felt his head clear and his strength return as the Amazon Queen repeated her barbaric demands that the men allow the Amazons to strip them of their clothing and added the threat that they would likely be fed alive to monsters if they refused. She had ordered Wendell to translate her words to the Englishmen. Braxton now stood firmly on his own and indicated to Wendell that he ought to convey the Queen's orders and threats to the rest of the me.
With a heavy heart, Wendell turned to face the men and explained the situation saying, ""Men, put away any notions that we are in civilized hands. We are captives. The Amazon leader (it might have been spiteful but Wendell decided not to identify her as a Queen, since she was not so civilized as Queen Victoria or any royal woman he'd ever heard of) desires us to be naked. Presumably to ensure that we have no weapons, but truly to display their power and attempt to shame us. Any who resist will be given over to monsters that will eventually kill the offender. Therefore, either remove your clothes voluntarily or do not resist if the Amazons strip you.""
Some of the men's faces became pale and they stood in place whilst others began to remove their clothes by themselves. Wendell turned to face the Queen. Then he began removing his own clothing.
Whilst Wendell spoke to the men, Braxton had made a full recovery of his strength and wits. Perhaps not all of his wits for he turned to face Queen Rhene and gave her the same expression that he had given her and her attendant when they had earlier advanced on Wendell as Wendell had plead on the Englishmens' behalf. Braxton now saw his dear friend begrudgingly acceding to the Queen's demands and removing his own clothing, rather than have it forcibly taken from him. Wendell was a sensible fellow. It was the sensible thing to do, but Braxton wanted nothing of it.
Braxton still stood in his now tattered shirt and his intact trousers. His expression of contempt to Queen Rhene somehow intensified. Calmly, but icily, he said to her, ""~Strip me.""
X X X
Rhene listened closely as the second-in-command was allowed to fill in the men on just what was going to happen to them if they dared rebel. The language was far different from the language of their own, however there were few words that remained unchanged. Such as the word Amazon, that did not follow and was not following the word Queen or anything that Rhene could identify as another word for queen. Rhene was focused on his words, she was no translator. She could not make assumptions to what it was the man was saying. However, she had a feeling that nowhere in his words had he addressed her as he should. Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps it was the lack of trust Rhene truly had for the men standing before her.
Whatever it was that he had said, however he had it said. It did not matter as many of his men began to follow instructions whilst others stood so still Rhene could have sworn they were attempting to camouflage themselves before making a quick getaway. It was those very men that Zya, Koa and Eris went for. Showing no mercy as they ripped, cut and tore clothing from the men's bodies. It was a brutal display, one that lacked blood and gore, yet perhaps it would have been easier to stomach if there had been.
Rhene did not focus on the scene before her, instead she focused her attention to the two men standing before her. One obedient, and one who stared up at her with a look of pure rebelliousness and disdain. The leader who respected not an ounce of her authority. Then the man said something that surprised her and horrified those ladies that remained standing either side of her throne. Rhene did not speak immediately. Instead, she let those two amusing words hang in her mind for a few moments, considering them.
""~How dare you?"" Zelia, yet another lady of the Queen spoke up. A stunning woman with skin the colour of burned carmel, hazel eyes that burned into the man who had dared speak to her queen in such a way. Her dress was golden and sat upon her like melted gold trickling down her body. ""~I ought to cut your tongue for speaking to my queen as you have done."" Zelia had not moved from her position at the queen's side, she of course did not have permission as Zya or Koa did to strip the men and she most definitely did not have authority to hurt these men.
""~Zelia"" Rhene's voice was quiet, but silken as she addressed her lady, silencing her with just her name. But it earned her a small look that demanded explanation from perhaps what could be considered her most fiery lady. Though Rhene did not give her that explanation, instead she stood and made her way down to where the man stood and stood tall in front of him.
""~You do not command me"" Rhene spoke ""~I am no obedient slave like the women of your people, just as you are no man of my people"" Rhene explained. Her hand however came to the front of his trousers, gently palming at what lurked beneath the surface. Strange, she could find his appendage with little effort. Already she could tell he was carrying far more than the men of Siguran did.
""~The difference is"" Rhene began at a whispered, keeping her eyes locked on his ""~You will be an obedient slave, you're able to be trained. I am a queen. I am not quite so obedient"". Her hand that did not palm him, rested gently on the muscles that led down to whatever lurked beneath his trousers. Lines that were sharp enough to make muscle feel like bone. That hand was gentle, only her fingertips graced and danced over that sensitive skin.
X X X
Sir Wendell gasped Braxton's display of defiance to the Amazons. Wendell had shown bravery when he had thought that the Amazons might be civilized and sensible, but when the extent of their barbarism and threatened cruelty was no longer in doubt then Wendell had been cowed. Wendell could now only hold his breath and watch as Queen Rhene once again descended from her throne to confront Braxton.
Of course, this queen was without any morals or decency, thought Wendell. She spoke to Braxton, telling the Englishman that she would enslave him and make him obedient whilst feeling for his manhood from outside his trousers and touching the bare skin of his belly in a teasing fashion. Wendell had not broached the subject of women with Braxton before and did not know if Braxton might be prone to be a slave to the pleasures of the flesh.
Sir Braxton would had had to have been blind not to notice the tempting beauty of the Amazons and their queen, still his own indignation at the treatment of the Englishmen burned hot and currently worked as a defense against their queen's manipulation. He knew that his body might make demands of him, like eliminating waste at inconvenient times. He also knew that this queen's attentions might eventually cause him to spill his seed and foul his trousers. But whatever voluntary muscles he had were his own. Braxton was made of sterner iron than this queen had ever seen in a man.
He used her fumbling and tickling of him as anger fueled defenses in his mind. She once again spoke of her own willpower and supposed royalty, but that only added wood to the fire of Braxton's emotions.
As she kept her blue eyes locked upon his brown eyes, he returned her stare. Then he spoke loudly, not to shout at her, but so that everyone in the room might hear him, ""~There is already a Queen that I serve and obey. You are not my Queen.""
Then Braxton's voice peeled throughout the Amazon Throne room, ""God save Her Majesty! Queen Victoria!""
Almost every Englishman reacted on instinct and their voices rang out in ragged unison, ""God save the Queen!""
X X X
""God save the Queen!""
Not her. But their queen. Queen Victoria.
Not Gods. But their one God.
It was a chant that horrified each and every Amazon that stood witness. Dishonoring the queen, dishonoring the Gods. Gods that he had sworn to only a few moments ago. For the second time since the arrival of the newcomers gasps rang out in the hall, however this time it was followed by angry yelling. Women telling their queen to cut down the man where he stood. Even the men who fanned their queen were now yelling in an uproar, though not at their queen but at the men who had dared speak to her in such a way.
Rhene's hand paused in place as the men had joined as one to rebel at her touch, proving once again he was more of a leader then she could ever give credit for. Her eyes narrowed on his that still continued to stare at her with complete disdain. She let the yelling of her people overlap with the yelling of his own; it was nearly deafening and enough to start a war if the man before her held more men beneath him.
""~Enough!"" Rhene's voice rang over the rest, silencing her people enough that one could at least hear themselves think. Her eyes shifted to Koa who stood staring at her queen expectantly. A public execution- she was ready to carry out one right then and there. Without a word however, not a verbal order but a nod was all it took. As Koa and Zya grabbed Wendell by the arms, pushing him to his knees. Koa held his arms behind his back and Zya knelt at his side, her body against Wendell's as she pulled his head by a fistful of his hair. With his neck exposed, the edge of Zya's blade now rested against his skin.
Rhene's eyes had shifted back to the man, deciding not to watch as her guardian and her lady held his second-in-command at the blade of death. ""~You stand on Siguran, lacking a way off Siguran"", Rhene warned him. ""~The lives of all your men, including your own fall to you"" Rhene continued, her voice as a whisper as her fingers worked the button of his trousers, she slowly worked off his trousers.
""~You may not like me, but your erection betrays you"" Rhene breathed as she freed the man of his trousers ""~And one day soon we will betray you, your mind will betray you, every part of you will betray you. Because that is--"" Rhene's hand landed on what was now the man's bare erection.
Something so large that it had taken the words, confidence and war from her lips. It was like an anaconda that kept going and going. Rhene found herself terrified, for the first time since the men had arrived she was terrified as her people had been. She had never seen anything over three inches, never felt anything over that. This was 14 inches at least, no- surely it was more. Girthy too. For the first time in her life, she wanted a man's cock more than she ever had, even when she was in heat.
Swallowing, Rhene forced something of her confidence to return. She hadn't heard just how her ladies had awed over the sight of the appendage she was still yet to look down at and see. She didn't see how they stared… and craved the man just as much as she did.
X X X
Braxton's chest swelled with pride. He and his fellow Englishmen all knew who they were loyal to. It was to Queen Victoria that they owed their allegiance to and who they wanted to please more than any other queen on the face of the Earth. The mens' response of, ""God save the Queen!""
But this was the beginning of Braxton's undoing. His hatred for the actions of the Amazon Queen had been momentarily forgotten, allowing the manhood inside his trousers to begin to respond to Queen Rhene's touches. He could feel it starting to swell and lengthen against the constraints of his clothing. Despite his conscious desires, it had a mind of it's own and seemed determined to take him with it.
Queen Rhene briefly looked away, though she kept her hand over his groin area. Braxton followed her gaze to see two of her subordinates move to threaten to cut Wendell's throat for Braxton's resistance. Then the Queen told Braxton that he would be responsible for the deaths of every Englishman present if he continued to resist her. Braxton could have chosen death if it had only meant his own. But he could not claim to know if the other men felt the same way that he did. Perhaps they had sweet-hearts and wives and children that they supported by working at sea? And still, in his mind's confusion, Braxton's manhood responded to the hand rubbing his crotch.
As she continued taunting him, her own words seemed to agitate Queen Rhene to take more action. She ripped away the last covering of his body and laid her hand upon him.
This last bit, the edge of an Amazon's blade pressed to his throat, Wendell watched in mixed horror and admiration. He, also, had raised his voice in cheer for his queen and was briefly quite pleased with the effect that cheer had produced in this throne room. His immediate restraining and immanent execution should have been expected, but he had been proud of all of the Englishmen and he expected to take that pride with him in Heaven.
But Queen Rhene had threatened to slay all of the Englishmen and Wendell did not think that Braxton could condemn these men as if he were their commander and that they soldiers whose lives belonged to him.
Wendell saw Braxton's expression become pained with the weight of the decision, whilst the queen who had said she would not obey him finally did obey him in the stripping that he had dared her to do. Braxton's huge cock, no sense in attempting to describe it in any genteel fashion, proudly sprang forward of his body. Wendell had only ever seen this monster in its flaccid state and now at seeing it aroused he might have whistled or cheered in appreciation if it were not for the knife at his throat.
The throne room went silent. The other Englishmen, thought Wendell, likely could not see what had stupefied the faces of the Amazon queen and every Amazon with a frontal or side view of Braxton's nakedness. Queen Rhene had been looking into Braxton's face as she reached to grasp his cock. Wendell could tell that she now knew that she had grasped something much, much, larger than what she had expected to grasp.
The Englishmen might have conquered the Amazons then and there, mused Wendell, but he could also see the shame and despair written on his dear friend's countenance. Wendell knew that Braxton viewed his own cock as a monstrous disfigurement and might have personally preferred to die. But it was because Braxton hadn't condemned, couldn't condemn, them all to die that Braxton had lost his will to fight. Also, like Queen Rhene had said, Braxton's body would betray him. Braxton let his head hang down in defeat, his face red with his failure, trying very hard not to weep.
X X X
Rhene could feel as he grew against her touch. Skin tightening around muscle as it enlarged even more then it had been at its partially hardened state. It was far, far larger than any cock of the men of Siguran. Her body craved it, every part of her tingling with desire begging to be allowed to enjoy such a monster. It was near painful desire, it was as if the mere sight of a cock such as his had put her into heat. Her insides ached, her body soaked for him and a heartbeat was strong within her clit pounding away. She wasn't in heat, it was not quite so intense but intense enough to have a small whimper escaping the queen. Her body was at attention, small hardened mounds showed through the silk of her dress giving away her arousal to all that had a frontal view of herself.
Her eyes finally dared to look down to the monster she had been taunting, and growing within her hands. A shaken breath escaping her lustful lips as she looked back at the man ""~A beautiful cock"" she stated as with her free hand she secured his wrists together behind his back with ease. Threatening the lives of his men perhaps would have sufficed in letting her do as she pleaded but there was no telling what he would do.
""~Seems it will be more fun then I realised…"" she trailed off. Rhene breathed out with a small smirk returning to her lips ""~My ladies crave it as I do"" Rhene informed him amusedly before looking over her shoulder to the ladies that remained, now shifting within their seats as their own bodies begged for attention. ""~I wonder. Could you satisfy seven women?"" she questioned ""~Or would my ladies have to satisfy each other?"".
Rhene leaned in close to his ear, her lips brushing against his ear. ""~Don't look so sad. Don't worry I won't let you cum. Your cock has already betrayed you plenty today, as it will tomorrow…"" she taunted, speaking as if it would bring him relief to know such a thing. That she cared just how he felt… Though she cared very little. ""~I'll stop, just before you fall into the pits of ecstasy. Afterall I would hate for a man of your stature to be watched as he released his load onto the floor of the Palais"" her voice was a seductive whisper against his ear as her hand began to work his cock. Precum lubed her hand as she pumped the glorious monster, up and down, up and down. She could feel how it throbbed, twitched to her touch. With each pump of his magnificent her body begged harder. Her plan was a good one, but it was torturous for her. She wanted him. But she wanted to punish him. Fuck with his mind, make him beg. But in turn, perhaps she was fucking with her own mind and making her body beg just as she wanted him to.
X X X
Queen Rhene seemed to pause and consider how else she might torment Braxton. He could do nothing but attempt to stand there as if nothing were wrong whilst his captor considered the state of his traitor body. Then she spoke softly and cruelly, ""A beautiful cock"", as if his ungodly defect were anything other than a devil's joke. Doctors who had examined Braxton had told him that they doubted any reasonable woman could envision accepting his manhood into her.
The situation could not possibly have gotten any worse, thought Braxton, but he was wrong. He knew that Queen Rhene and the other Amazons were quite strong, as evidenced from their ability to rip the rugged sailors' clothing from the bodies of the Englishmen. Now, however, Braxton received more direct evidence of the giant womens' strength as the Amazon Queen used the hand that had been tickling his stomach to grab his wrists and hold his his hands in the area of the small of his back. Muscles much more powerful than his own easily posed him in the position desired by the Queen. He winced in unexpected pain, but the pain was short lived as his body felt sensations wholly different from arm pain.
Then the Queen taunted him, claiming that she and her fellow oversized women would enjoy his sexual attentions, as if his deformity and sex were meant to be enjoyed. Braxton had been raised knowing that the purpose of sex was to procreate humans. If one enjoyed sex then the person was a whore or whoremonger, which was totally reprehensible. The size of his deformity only meant that she had much more sensitive flesh with which to torment him.
He felt his manhood swell, becoming even more engorged and filled with blood like and elongated balloon but with more weight and stiffness under the attentions of the woman who had made him helpless with both her threats and her strength. She whispered in his ear, saying that she did not intend to shame him by spilling his seed on the floor and in front of witnesses. While she had stated this intention, the thought of such a thing happening horrified Braxton and he struggled in vain to escape the Queen's grip, but to naught.
The hand that Queen Rhene had on his shaft moved the length of it, down to the end. Somehow (had some bit of his seed leaked?) that hand acquired some moisture and it encompassed around the shaft before moving as if it were polishing a brass rail, up and down, up and down…. Braxton could feel the beat of his heart coursing through it, throbbing, pulsing. His mind tried to divorce itself from the feel that the whole of his body was on fire, but he was failing.
Wendell stared at how the Amazon leader worked at taking away all of his best friend's pride of being a man. It was a rape. He could bear no more and turned his head so that he would not see this crime against a man that he loved as a brother…. But the blonde Amazon with the knife at Wendell's throat saw his squeamishness and easily turned his head back in a direction to see Braxton's defilement. ""~Watch!"" she commanded him and he obeyed her. God have mercy on him, thought Wendell, as he watched Braxton and the Amazon Queen.
Braxton began to lose control of his breathing. Instead of measured, strong and deep breaths, he began to pant and feel himself out of breath.
""I cannot take much more…,"" he raggedly confessed. ""I cannot stop myself… much longer.""
With his rational mind, Braxton tried biting his tongue and his lip as distraction, praying that Queen Rhene would stop stroking his erection before his seed shot forth out from him. But he could feel that mind slipping away as the baser human animal mind, caring only for pleasure, enjoyed the sensations of being sexually taken against the rational mind's will.
He tried to turn his face to hers as he begged, ""Please…. Stop….""
Deep within Braxton, a cry of defeat and release threatened to break free….
X X X
Perhaps what she was doing could be considered vile, lacking all morals by modern standards and modern society. To anyone who did not live in Siguran it was a crime, and perhaps it was. But in Siguran it was one of the numerous ways the women showed their power, and often this very lewd scene could be a punishment for small crimes. Not that the men of Siguran considered it a crime, a Siguran woman touching them outside of her heat… It was heaven.
Rhene continued to pump his cock in her hand, slow but firm as she massaged the cock her body ached and yearned for. Her desire perhaps was weakness, but it was also what fueled her. Fueled her as her hand rolled around the length, milking him. With each passing second Rhene noted how his breathing lost more and more control, as if he would forget to breathe before his body in a panic took another two breaths to replace the forgotten breath.
It was then that the whiny, uncontrolled begging of the man she held in her hand found her ears. It was like music, listening to a man lose control. Before this particular man had come to the shore of Siguran, Rhene would have said there was no better sound than a woman reaching her climax. But as she watched and listened to this man in particular begin to peak, she decided that there was in fact no better sound than this man- this one right here that she pumped mercilessly, losing all control of himself.
She had wanted to deny him orgasm, save his humiliation for another day. Yet, when he started to beg her to stop. Telling her that he couldn't-- Rhene decided to be evil. She slowed down her pumps of his cock, taking her time to pump him. Make every painful second that leads up to his release agonising. Would she stop?- He would never know.
Soon she felt the familiar throbbing of his cock, the twitching- his breathing reaching its peak. She slowed to nearly a complete stop. But it was a trick. As her hand moved up… Then back down… Then stopped.
""~I said I wouldn't let you cum"" Rhene whispered, then her hand moved again rubbing his cock up and then down--. A splash of white shot out and painted the sandstone floor in front of his feet, followed by another as Rhene continued to stroke him up and down.
""~Aw"" she cooed ""~I'm sorry"" her apology whispered with a smirk as she continued to milk the monster of a cock until she was left with a twitching mess of a cock in her hand. And a mess of milky white seed in front of them.
Pulling her hand from his cock, Rhene released his arms. Before turning to Zya who now cupped the second man's head with one had to force him to watch the scene that had played out, and one hand still on the blade that threatened to kill the man where he kneeled.
""~I do hope you enjoyed the show"" she smirked. ""~Maybe next time it'll be me on show and he'll make me a mess…"".
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Braxton's body shook with force and he could not stop a ragged cry of erotic release as Queen Rhene successfully urged his body to pump out his manly seed. She maintained her grip on his shamefully monstrous manhood and continued the firm stroking motion that had made him come undone. The post climax sensitivity of his manhood was maddening as she milked him like a farmer might milk a cow. He shuddered uncontrollably until she was satisfied that she had taken all the seed that Braxton was currently capable of giving.
His captor taunted Wendell, after Braxton had been forced to climax. The blonde Amazon slightly relaxed her grip and Wendell was allowed to briefly look away. He was experiencing his own humiliating defeat. The Amazon Queen had unashamedly dealt a blow to Braxton's pride by forcing his body to climax, against Braxton's will, in front of a room full of men and Amazon women. Wendell's own personal shame being that the lurid event had caused his own naked cock to swell to his full eight inches, which was maybe only half the size of Braxton's monster. If this ordeal had broken Braxton's will, then what possible hope could Wendell have of maintaining his sense of self?
Queen Rhene released Braxton's arms and the man struggled to remain standing. Wendell watched Braxton's body shake in the aftermath of the encounter. His dear friend trying to choke back what some would call unmanly sobs. However, Wendell doubted that he, or any other man that he knew, could have acted any better than Braxton had acted.
Still, although Braxton had been defeated this time and he was openly crying over this defeat, with some part of his mind cursing him for naively believing that Queen Rhene might actually show him some mercy by not forcing him to climax in front of the other men and her women, another part of that same mind refused to give in to the despair that openly gripped him during this ordeal. This part of Braxton's mind urged him to cease crying and become stronger. While it was difficult, Braxton soon recovered some small piece of his of self-identity. However, he did not yet openly act as if was ready for a rematch with the Queen. He wasn't ready for that and he knew it. For now, he allowed himself to sob, to feel hurt and ill-used."
955,"""Vixen Of The Night""",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen-of-the-night.17034/,2020-06-28T07:32:00,Wisteria Vortex,"Acoustic guitar bellowing out a low tune from one of the juke boxes. Sultry in vibes, onsistent and mellow. Rumbles of thunder and crackles of lightning soon followed effortlessly.
A single fluffy brush in wonderous swirl of crimson and blood fused hues suddenly pressed onto the canvas. Brisk movement then came, gracing along the canvas before her.
Egyptian golden eyes darting back and forth, keeping up with the multiple brushes pace. Lit up with with daring emotional tendencies in coordination with her churning and stirring thoughts ignited onto the canvas.
Elongating out her coco caramel right arm, pulling up her black long sleeve upwards of her right arm with a few wind gusts. Melody vixen voice singing out a series of sultry notes.
The lovely keys of a paino filling the room alongside the guitar. Accenting it well.
Strands of two toned ombre dark/light lavender framing her sultry coco face as she lightly tossed and turned to the soulful beat of her patting black heels.
Curaviously thick hips within her black leather pants even bounced lightly in correlating movment of her heels tapping.
Lustrous bangs swinging, at times overlapping of passionate filled crimson gold eyes. Strands of hair also framing her bountiful coco mounds effortlessly along the sides in a long frontal bob style.
The drums. A steady building beat in mixture to the soulfilled melody.
A lulling inquiry coaxed from her succulent ruby lips. Black fedora suddenly falling lower on her head. Slanted and showcasing her crimson golden orbs. Lips curved up in a coy like manner.
""Ohhhh...Jameson. Turn on for mother a little more....won't you dearest?""
A huge 90's victorian brown and crimson set of jukeboxes just a few feet in front of her kicked on upon her asking.
The sensual melody of piano, saxophone and a few other instruments filled the air vibrantly as her husky vixen tease of a voice sung wonderously. Thunder rumbling outside as a streak of rave violet lightning filled the moonlit night sky outside. Illuminating her entire art room.
A few brushes flying up a feet feet above her as a series of underlapping wind gusts filled the room around her being. Vortexing like a torando. She was the eye of her own inspired creative storm.
Regenerating from thin air beside her own two arms. Another set of coco caramel arms in conjunction with her own. Transparent in a soft hue, ghostly like but at the same time, also not. Catching two brushes in both and going to work coating the brushes in paint to dance also upon the canvas.
Lucious ruby red lips pursed in stretch on her face. Curled up in a smirking motion as a sweetly vixen ""Ahh"" whispered out from her lips as she fixed a blotching to the right of her winter mountain tops.
Another paint brush, watercolored generated - followed around the others in mixing, blending, sharpening certain aspects.
She always was so deeply drawn to the arts. The choatic, neutral and beautiful synchrony of endless colors, lines, shapes, water and paper. It all created so much music to her. That she couldn't help but indulge in both at once. Truly the greatest climax in her body, mind and soul all at once.
[[Muse: Bastet- Egyptian Goddess of Cats Within a art room at one of her client's private library in their mansion. Public 24-7 to the clients close contacts. Currently: Bastet painting and singing away while creating a mountain side piece.
Simple Banter Roleplay between my muse and yours]]"
956,"""Vixen Of The Night""",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen-of-the-night.17034/,2020-07-02T01:59:00,KingsBounty,"He slipped in his face still concealed in his hood. He slipped past the jukebox and towards the wall. He's heard of the beauty and ability of the goddess but he wanted to see for himself. The music was quite wonderful and her voice. It drew him in.
He leaned against the wall behind her trying not to disturb to much and whistled. She was good. He was essentially a nobody, his light skin a loud statement he wasn't from the area and yet he still went sleeveless, but that's what allowed him to come and go as he pleased. Well and his skills.
His grey eyes watched every stroke taking a break to look her over smile and back to her work. He said not a word just watching beginning to him along not realizing his baratone voice cutting into the air but harmonizing."
957,"""Vixen Of The Night""",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen-of-the-night.17034/,2020-07-14T02:01:00,Wisteria Vortex,"A sultry low whistle eacaped her lush ruby red lips as a smirk of a grin. Sensing the presence of another joining and taking fancy to her doings.
Chuckling out loud as she quickly spun in her armless obisidian art stool. Her other illusionary coco arms that were painting disappearing but replacing them with her aura. A passionately sultry flickering crimson flame and golden hues encassing her being and dancing up sky high towards the cieling.
Welcoming, charmistic, genuine and curious. These emotions and more she openly provided towards the guest. Insuring she means no harm.
Once turned around. She lightly kicked up her fedora tipped down towards her face. Fully exposing her glowing golden crimson eyes.
""Musically inclined also are we dear? It's nice to get a fan or two every once in a blue moon."" She chuckled out, long whisps of her ombre two toned lavendar hair gracefully moving along her face and neck."
958,"""Vixen Of The Night""",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen-of-the-night.17034/,2020-07-16T19:10:00,KingsBounty,"He about jumped as she turned quickly towards him. Then smiled realizing he'd been humming. Her aura was beautiful and her eyes he had to stay at least some focused.
He slipped his hood down revealing his almost white hair. Showing genuine and interested not meaning any harm.
""A little but not much. Sometimes I just get lucky. I must say it's hard not to be a fan of such a beautiful goddess such as yourself. I just came to see for myself. I've heard much of your beauty and talent. Heard you were in town and figured it was time to see for myself. The stories don't do you justice."""
959,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-07-07T00:08:00,QueenMer,"The party was nice, as expected for a man who took such pride in art. The air full of sweet and slow music played by the band sat in the corner, the light chatter of guests speaking down their noses at one another could be heard filtering through the air but this was not what she was here to pay attention to. It wasn't a painting that he had on display, wasn't a rare artifact or another bone of this was what she was interested in. Her mind was on something greater as she slipped through the crowd.
It was a small party, or at least small compared to how many could of fit into the ballroom, she didn't stick out, she blended in well. Being unnoticed was important. She achieved her task by playing the act of arm candy. She had swept in on the elbow of an older man. Her said date was already into his third cup of wine, she had slipped away before his grubby hands had stained the white satin of the dress she wore. Tonight she was a blond, the wig pulled tight over her short red hair, the wig was full of curls that cascaded down her back and as she made her way to the hallways. It was not long before she was greeted by a man. He was nothing more than A security guard but he was her first obstacle, it was one she ready for.
Clover couldn't kill some one, that wasn't her job. Her skill set was seduction, her body her favorite weapon. She was putting it to use now as she peered up at the man who looked her over with lustful eyes taking in her nicely sized rack and long legs that showed through the slightly transparent fabric, it didn't take much just a charming word, a brush of hand against his chest to let her pass telling her the bathroom was down the hallway. The guests were suppose to only be allowed in the one across the house. After this the guard would not keep his job, she wasn't interested in the bathroom down the hall but another room.
She made her way with ease having studied the blue prints long enough to know which room was the study. Around the corner, three doors on the left. She felt a bit of excitement, she always did right before. This was the important part, she would be on the clock and she had to go fast to avoid being caught.
She slipped in and the door clicked softly behind her as she made her way across the room to peer at the rather simple painting with a smile, behind here lay the safe and in there The Queens necklace and she was almost drooling with want but she had to be patient things were meant to be timed out. She dragged the fake from her purse her before sliding her hand along the edge of the picture, at last there was a click an it swung open as she stared at the safe. She had a minute, she would pop it open the lights would be shut down, a 'power surge' and then she would do the switch and have to make it down to the bathroom before the lights turned on. Or so that was the plan.
She let out one deep breath before nimble fingers began to push in codes and the lights clicked off quicker then she expected but she had caught sight of the necklace and grabbed at it tossing the fake in as she heard the door click open, shock ran through her as she let out a gasp as if surprise to hide the sound of things clicking closed, she let her body bump against the chair as she called out. ""Hello,"" and before she knew lights where on and her green eyes where settling on the very man she was stealing from. ""Is everything okay the lights just went out so suddenly,"" she spoke innocently. The necklace had been slipped down the front of her dress and was now cradled between her breast"
960,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-06T07:28:00,BoundObsession,"How bad was it thatNathan Starkwas bored at his own party? Six foot tall and muscular, women tended to describe him as ""tall, dark and dangerous"". That's because of a devilish streak that ran through him and scared some women away. But not this crowd. This group was too ""respectable"" to know about his reputation.
He had nothing in common with the people surrounding him, except wealth. However, he made his fortune the hard way, by building a construction company from scratch. The people around him were old money. Which meant that they'd inherited their fortunes from their pas and grandpas. None of them had probably worked a day in their lives. And as old money, they looked down their noses at him. At least until they needed to build a new mansion or renovate the mansion they already had. At which point, he was the man they came to.
This party was to showcase his own brand new estate to show what he could do for them. As people with more money than sense, they could see the gauntlet had been thrown down in a game of keeping up with the Jones's. Or in this case, the Starks. And everyone of these people would eventually want him to build them an even bigger palace. Their egos would require it.
As Nathan was explaining some of modern features of his mansion, his smartphone started to buzz. It was set up to give different sounds for different situations. In this instance, it was alerting him to an intruder in his study. He keyed in the cameras in the study to see what they were seeing. And saw a female swinging the painting away from his safe.
""If you'll excuse me, there's a matter I need to attend to,"" he told the people around him, as he headed down the hall, towards his study. Along the way, he signaled a couple of security guards to follow him. He reached the door to the study, just as the lights went out. Opening the door into darkness, he heard a tremulous female voice say ""Hello"". Then the lights came back on.
Nathan leaned against the doorway, an amused look on his face. The intruder was a blonde beauty with a voluptuous figure. A figure barely contained by a diaphanous white silk dress that revealed more than it hid. How had he failed to see her at the party?
""Is everything okay the lights just went out so suddenly,"" the vision in white stated, trying to act clueless. But Nathan wasn't buying her act.
""This part of the mansion is off limits to guests, my dear,"" he replied. He closed the door behind him, leaving the guards outside. ""So how did you come to be here in my study?"" He approached her, barely hiding the lust in his eyes. Gazing appreciatively at her body from the front, he then circled around for a view from the back."
961,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-07T00:09:00,QueenMer,"Her red lips parted, ""Oh I was..."" her head tilted to follow him as he maneuvered around her, circling her like a prey. As he came around to the back he would be allowed to admire how the dress made it clear there was no outline of an underwear. The back of the dress was open and exposed a simple keyhole tattoo placed between the shoulder blades. ""Looking for the bathroom. One of the lovely men,"" her body turned to face him. She didn't feel comfortable with him behind her. ""At the end of the hallway,"" she raised a hand to gesture the direction she had come from. ""He said there was one down the hallway."" She had to be careful about her movement, the necklace cradled between her breasts could slip down if she wasn't careful.
""I realize this isn't the bathroom I just found the painting very alluring and stepped into look,"" she informed, she didn't look away from him to glance at the painting in question.
She felt a bit nervous, the plan wasn't going how it was suppose to.
She was supposed to be in the hallway when the lights went out. Two doors down on the left was a guest bathroom. She was supposed to be in there when the lights came on, when security looked into the lights she was supposed to come out of the bathroom and be led to her drunken date who would be needing to head home soon. She was not supposed to be standing here facing him.
""Is everything alright? I should get back I'm sure george is looking for me by now."" A old man from old money, the kind of client Nathan had wanted to impress, he was probably too drunk now to even recall coming in with a date."
962,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-07T03:43:00,BoundObsession,"Nathan was enjoying the discomfort of the young lady. Clearly, her plan had gone awry. It would be so simple to call in the guards and have her carted away, awaiting the arrival of the police. But what fun was that?
""Well, if you like art, I should call your attention to the prize of my collection."" Nathan took the woman by the arm and steered her towards a large painting of a woman dressed in Victorian attire, seated and gazing at the viewer. The painting was about 8 feet by 6 feet in size, taking up far more of the wall than the small painting hiding his safe. And was far more valuable.
""It's a John Singer Sargent. No one knows who exactly the lady is, but isn't she lovely? Almost as lovely as you."" Nathan positioned himself behind the female once more, stroking her arms with his fingers. He leaned down to murmur in her ear ""And I love the way she stares back at us with a knowing smile, as if she has a secret, known only to her. But then, you have a secret of your own, don't you my sweet.""
Nathan's moves were fluid as he tugged the woman's arms behind her back, encircling her elbows with his one arm while reaching in a nearby drawer for handcuffs that he snapped on her wrists with his other hand. Just as she was about to voice a protest, he clamped his hand over her mouth, forcing her head back against his chest. She could have screamed for help and it wouldn't have mattered, given the soundproofing he'd designed into this room. But he didn't really want to hear her outrage or claims of innocence as his other hand plunged down the top of her dress.
""OK, let's see what you're hiding down here, besides a magnificent pair of breasts."""
963,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-07T05:07:00,QueenMer,"He ignored her attempt to leave, not even acknowledging she had some one waiting upon her. She didn't pull away as he lead her to peer at another painting. She had to continue she was innocent with nothing to worry about.
He positioned her in front of the painting and moved behind her again. She kept her gaze forward, it took a lot of will not to look him, not to step away as his fingers brushed her skin. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine as he warm breath brushed her lobe.
She wouldn't have a chance to respond. All she managed was a gasp, her body trying to jerk forward but it was to no use. Clover was built to fight, she was soft and curvy. She felt the cold handcuffs, heard them click into place just as her panic did. He quited her quickly with a hand across her mouth.
He could feel her trying to squirm but she was sure he was more preoccupied by the smooth chain of Queen diamond necklace. She would still knowing her gig was up. A heat rose to her cheek, not embarrassed to be groped but rather to be caught.
She tilted her head against his chest, her green gaze peeking up at him. What would he do with her now? He obviously knew from the start, he had been toying with her but if so why had he not sent in his guards.
A muffled sorry was heard under his hand as if this made anything better."
964,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-07T07:32:00,BoundObsession,"Nathan was a little disappointed that the woman didn't put up more of a fight. She squirmed a bit, and then was still. He had been looking forward to more of a struggle, even though her wrists were cuffed. And her muffled apology seemed anticlimactic.
He didn't have to reach down her dress very far. There was very little space between her breasts, the Queen's Necklace wedged securely between them. He pulled the jewelry from the young lady's cleavage very slowly, so as not to scratch her skin too much.
""Tsk tsk. Someone's been a bad girl tonight,"" he muttered as he placed the necklace on his desk. ""Normally, I would have security hold you while phoning the police. But I'm bored. And you're the most interesting person I've seen tonight. So I think I'll keep you.""
Nathan's hand moved from covering the girl's lips to encircling her neck, forcing her head further back against his chest. His other hand dived once more down the front of her dress, tightly squeezing a breast as he asked, ""The question is, did you have help? Did someone else cut the power so that you could rob me? And if not, how did you do it?"" If he was going to keep this girl, he needed to know who would know she came here and who would miss her."
965,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-07T08:03:00,QueenMer,"There was a clear look of confusion. She was a smart woman but she wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly. He would keep her? She wasn't something to be kept, he was an arrogant man and she didn't find herself feeling keen to be trapped by an arrogant man. Perhaps if she went down the route of police officers then she might have a chance to find her way out of custody and back with her associates. She had a comfortable life and thoughshe used her body for many things she didn't plan to let be owned.
He released her mouth and caught her neck. She was reminded of the dilemma of dealing with men, she was fragile. His hand wrapped fully about her throat, she was sure he could feel the beating of her heart.
Here came the final and most important question she had in her mind. Was he more dangerous then those she worked with. She didn't find him to be, this her loyalty would have to lay with those who had sent here her.
The hands behind her gripped at his shirt. ""Mr. Stark, don't you recall I'm like the woman on your wall. Full of many secrets. I won't be sharing any of them. "" She tried not show it bothered her, how tightly he gripped at her breast. If he wasn't careful with his rummaging hand he might just rip her dress and she was rather found of this one.
""Perhaps if you uncuff me then we could work something out, it's only my first offense with you after all. I'll make sure to make it my last, lesson learned,"" she purred as if she could bargain with him."
966,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-08T08:34:00,BoundObsession,"Nathan removed his hand from under the young lady's dress. It was too confining in there. He smiled at her attempt to negotiate her way out of her predicament. But before he could respond, there was a knock at the door. He clamped his hand over her mouth once more, his other arm encircling her waist, holding her tight against his body.
""Who is it?""
""Simon, sir.""
""Come in Simon. And close the door behind you.""
Nathan kept his back to his chief of security, blocking Simon's view of the girl.
""Sir, I thought I'd let you know your guests are leaving.""
""Already? I had more business to discuss with them!""
""The power outage shook them up.""
Nathan let out a growl of anger. In his anger, he squeezed the girl he suspected was the source of the outage even tighter.
""They're worried that their own security systems have been compromised. And I can't afford to tell them that the outage originated here. Not after the sales pitch I made about my ""smart home"".
""Are you sure that the outage was isolated here, sir?""
""Have Marcus check the mechanical room for anything that might have been planted there to cause the outage. And have him check the utility company for any sign of hacking into their system. And then have him check to see if someone's hacked into our system.""
""Right away, sir,"" Simon replied, as he turned to leave.
""And close the door behind you,"" Nathan added.
After he heard the door click shut, he muttered, ""You've cost me money tonight woman. So trust me, the only way you're leaving here is after you've told me everything I need to know.""
While he spoke, he reached into a drawer for a strap that he then proceeded to tighten around her elbows until they touched behind her back.
""Flexible! I like that. A woman's elbows cinched together like that forces her to thrust her breasts forward in a delightfully lascivious manner.""
Nathan reached around her body, finding that the dress was flimsy enough that he could grasp her nipples with his fingers. Pinching them tight, he said, ""Why don't we start with a simple question. What's your name? And be aware that if you have a police record, I'll know soon enough if you lie to me."""
967,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-08T09:23:00,QueenMer,"There was a knock and before she had a chance to even mentally acknowledge she had heard it he had her trapped again. His hand fell across her mouth silencing her. It was clear he wanted her to still so she would try to squirm at first but would settle again with in a moment. She would listen as he spoke to Simon. It seemed the planned had gone right in one way, the guests were leaving right after.
She knew Simon wouldn't find anything, not right away. Not physical, her partner Aaron had taken joy into hacking into the system. She wondered if they would find a trace of his handy work not until they looked in her purse. There was a USB, she had been expected to leave it in the safe as a calling card. It carried a nasty virus for whoever decided to plug it in.
They were left alone again and she could tell he was displeased. It was one thing to be caught red handed because he had yet to lose anything but now...
There was a gasp and she struggled as he looked the strap through. A firm tug and they were pulled back, making her breast even more of a target one he would joyfully pluck at.
He had both her nipples trapped and he was squeezing the sensitive tips. He drew a whine from her lips, her head tilted back and he was met with a harsh green gaze. It job wasn't suppose to involve pain.
""Ah! You're hurting me,"" she informed with a whine. He could be doing worse. ""Clover, you can call me clover. I'm not selling myself out,"" she huffed. She could be stubborn. She was a red head under the blonde wig after all"
968,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-08T21:54:00,BoundObsession,"Clover seemed way too worried about selling herself out. But hadn't she already sold herself out to a life of crime. And since there is no honor among thieves, her loyalty to her co-conspirators seemed misplaced. But far be it for Nathan to lecture her on her bad choices. After all, her bad choices had landed her in his arms as an unwilling gift to him.
""Well, Clover, if you find pinching your nipples to be painful, you're in for a rude awakening. I've got all kinds of toys and apparatuses that will make you far more uncomfortable than you are now."" Reaching into his toy drawer once more as if to emphasize his warning, Nathan pulled out a set ofthree nipple clamps, joined by chains to a central ring. He laid the clamps on the table for the moment, while he reached around from behind to play with Clover's nipples.
""The thing with nipple clamps is that they tend to bite onto the nipples more securely if those nipples are aroused and hard and sticking out from the breasts. Anything you want to tell me while we're waiting for those nipples to get excited?"" He could sense her eyes looking at the third nipple clamp, imagining where it was going to go. And of course, there was the added distraction of his body pressed against hers. Her ass could probably feel his cock hardening in his slacks."
969,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-08T22:17:00,QueenMer,"Clover's breath caught in her throat as she peered at the clamps. Why did he keep such things in the drawer. She felt her cheeks heating up, what other things did he keep tucked away. He wasn't a simple man who would push a woman 9ver desk, take five minutes and be done. She reminded herself he was clever.
""Clover Field, it's clover field,"" she quickly responded as she eyes the third clamp with suspicion. She could assume what it would before, it seemed more torturous then the fingers plucking at her nipples and making them hard. They weren't the only thing hard. She could feel him pressing against her. Her fingertips brushed the belt of his pants.
She wasn't getting out of this.
""I'm really a red head,"" she was trying to distract him from the idea of using those clamps. ""It's an expensive wig, so it my dress do you think we could be careful not to rip it,"" she cooked curling her fingers into the belt loop, she was slightly bent at the hip, her head tilting to try and peek at him.
""There won't be a record to find, you're the first to catch me,"" she admitted. Everything had been going well, how it had failed. She wouldn't know Aaron hadn't been able to get fully into the system.
She had been an expected casualtie, the chance of her escaping slim. She didn't know Nathan and his blooming business was the target. They wanted it to look weak. That what the USB was for, a virus to add to his trouble. There was a back up plan, they offer the fix for a more cash then the necklace would of brought.
She didn't know this, she simply knew she was caught by Nathan, his intruding touch starting to make her feel warm and nervous."
970,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-08T23:48:00,BoundObsession,"""Of course, we wouldn't want to ruin the dress. I can strip it off you before putting the nipple clips on, if you would like,"" Nathan gave Clover a smug look, knowing full well that being stripped was not what she wanted. But it was exactly what he was considering doing until there was a knock on the study door once again
""Yes! What is it?"" he barked in exasperation.
""It's Simon again, sir. Your sister has just arrived for a surprise visit.""
""FUCK!"" Nathan cursed. ""Come in, Simon. And close the door behind you."" He was no longer trying to hide the girl with the strapped elbows and handcuffs. Simon was aware of his boss's kinks, after all.
""Simon, meet Clover Field, if that's her real name. Clover, meet Simon, my head of security. Clover here was probably responsible for the power outage as part of an attempt to steal the Queen's Necklace.""
""An attempt that failed, I assume, sir.""
""Of course it failed. But I assume she had help cutting the power. Did Marcus find anything in the mechanical room that says otherwise?""
""No he did not, sir. ""
""Then I want you to put Amanda in the North Wing, where she can't get into any trouble. Place guards at the head of the hallways of both the North and South Wings to keep her from bothering me or stealing anything of real value. Then increase the guards on the perimeter in case Ms. Field's friends have some grander scheme in mind.""
""I'll take care of that,"" Simon said. Then he noticed a purse on his boss's desk. ""That her's?"" he asked, pointing to it.
""Damn! I didn't even notice that. It must be Ms. Field's.""
Simon rummaged through the purse, finding no ID, but a flash drive. ""Smart. She doesn't carry any identification in case she gets caught. I'll have Marcus check out the flash drive.""
""Tell him to handle it with care,"" Nathan replied.
As Simon left and closed the door behind him, Nathan paused for a moment, staring at Clover's dress.
""What the hell,"" he muttered, as he pulled it off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. Reaching for the nipple clamps, he started to tighten one onto her left nipple, while making conversation with her.
""Did it occur to you that your friends are using you as a sacrificial lamb? I assume the power didn't go off when you expected it to or on when you expected it to, leaving you stranded in the wrong place when the lights came back on. Maybe the person who cut the power intended that to happen."""
971,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-09T00:10:00,QueenMer,"Clover huffed ready to say something when they were interrupted again. This time she was the one who look smug as she heard him cuss. She liked that he kept getting interrupted, it was entertaining. Well, it was until he dragged her into the matter. She would of waved if she could. ""Hello,"" she cooed at Simon, who was behaving like this was normal.
She wrinkled her nose and pouted a bit as they discussed how she had failed in her conquest. She couldn't argue it.
They were alone again and he was sliding her dress free exposing the creamy flesh beneath. Her breast were naturally perky and her pink nipples were at points.
He started with the left, she attempted to lean away but he was still there behind her.
She wasn't sure she liked the point he was making. They had turned on quickly too. She frowned, turning a look of dismay upon him just as he clamped her nipples. She inhaled sharply, the look melting as she peered down at her breast in concerned. She could feel the pressure if the clamp, she expected it to be more painful but at the moment it wasn't as bad as she had thought. She might not think the same were clamped and the weight of the chain was applied.
""I- I would have hope my associate wouldn't on purpose,"" it was a weak an argument. He had planted the seed of doubt. ""Let's say I tell you what I do know,"" it wasn't much she was kept in the dark she wasn't even sure if the names were real. ""What will you do then? I'd rather not have a record,"" she informed realizing this could turn into a negotiation. He was right, she had been sacrificed and in situation where her control was stolen. She had to consider her options, she had to consider him."
972,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-11T05:12:00,BoundObsession,"Tightening the second clamp to the other nipple, Nathan then hefted Clover's breasts in his hands. They were a bit large for a cat burglar who might need to get into tight spaces. But they were probably perfect for dazzling males enough for her to get by them and to places where she wasn't supposed to be. He would have to check who it was that let her by and then fire them. As for her attempts to negotiate her way out of a police record, that was doable.
""I have no desire to see you behind bars, Clover,"" he replied, as he massaged her breasts. They really were quite magnificent. ""That would be a waste of someone as beautiful as you. As for letting you go, that depends on who you can offer in return."" He really had his heart set on keeping her, but if she could point out the person behind the power failure, Nathan might consider letting her go.
His cellphone began to buzz, so he pulled it out. ""Yes Marcus. What have you got for me?""
""The flash drive was a virus designed to cripple your company's computers by way of your home computer. They must have figured that the easiest way to access the computers at corporate headquarters was from your home.""
""Any damage done?"" Nathan asked nervously, his hands squeezing Clover's breasts tighter, until he realized he was doing so and relaxed his grip.
""You know me better than that, boss. I plugged the flash drive into an isolated laptop, meaning that the computer isn't connected to the Internet, has no WIFI capability, and isn't connected to any other devices.""
""So the laptop is a sacrificial lamb that you can throw away?""
""Pretty much. But I'd rather keep it and study the coding of this virus. The coding might lead me to it's creator.""
""OK. Keep me posted on what you find, Marcus.""
Ending the call, Nathan leaned in close to Clover's ear to ask, ""So Clover, how much do you know about computer programming?"" Leaving her to think about that, he grabbed a set of ankle cuffs and kneeling down, snapped them on her ankles before she could think about kicking."
973,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-11T07:55:00,QueenMer,"The clamps were tight bit his hands felt nice. Her breast filled up his hands giving him much to squeeze, it eased the ache of the clamps allowed her to recall he wasn't completely Torturing her though he was most certainly making sure she did not escape.
She frowned, who, she didn't have anyone. She had names, she knew who had suggested her for the job but... The phone rang and he answered, she tried to listen but was soon distracted by his grip that grew tighter until it made her whimper and squirm. She could feel her nipple being squeezed in the clamp. He released her and she felt relief.
The phone call ended and he asked an odd question. She shifted, feeling the chain jingle, it felt cold. ""Computer-"" she heard the snap, felt the pressure around her feet. She felt her cheeks darkened as she looked down at him. She had never felt so confined, trapped. What was he doing to her. He had her nervous, anxious, on edge to see what he would do next. It was an odd form of torture, it was some what enjoyable and yet not.
""I- not me. I know a enough to get around but-"" she was trying to see her feet. ""I was just told to call him Aaron."" She gave a small tidbit, perhaps she was curious to see what he did next not ready to give it all the way.
""Mr. Stark. Can I ask what you do intend to do with me then,"" she had to ask, it seemed some what clear but she needed to know."
974,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-11T09:08:00,BoundObsession,"""As I told you before, Clover, I'm bored."" Nathan pulled out a chain with a leather leash at the end of it, locking the other end of the chain to the middle link of her handcuffs. ""And you are going to be my entertainment for the evening. And for as long as I decide to keep you. You brought this on yourself, after all, by coming into my house uninvited, trying to steal a valuable item from me, and trying to leave a virus that you hoped would infect my computers.""
""Why? I figure it was either to destroy my business or blackmail me into paying a ransom to get rid of the virus."" He slid the leash chain between her ass cheeks. And coming around to her front, he pulled the chain between her pussy lips. Then he clamped her pussy lips closed with the third clamp, trapping the chain inside.
""So pardon me if I decide to use your body tonight as compensation for all the prospective clients I lost tonight from your power outage."" Nathan pulled the leash end of the chain through thering joining the three chains to the three nipple clamps, then he ran it once around the ring to hold it in place. Giving Clover an evil grin, he gave the leash a gentle tug to test the configuration. That tug pulled at both nipple clamps, the pussy clamp and the chain running through her pussy, all at the same time.
""I know the chain between your ankles is short, but when we head down the hallway to the master suite, I would recommend walking as fast as you can."""
975,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-11T15:39:00,QueenMer,"The man had an assortment of toys at his disposal and he knew what he was doing. She trembled as she heard part of the leash click onto the handcuffs. He explained to her again what she had done to being thing upon herself. She had been caught red handed after all, as he did this he worked the lease into place.
The leather felt cool as it slid between her lips, she didn't realize how warm her body was. There was a soft whine as he adjusted the clamp. She tried leaning forward feeling the lease slide. She met his gaze as he tugged.
Her lips part, she took in a jagged breath trying to adjust but how could she. He was attacking so many places with one simple pull. Her nerves felt alive, she folded her lower lip in, biting at it as she tried to silence her sound. She wasn't sure, did she like this? No this was embarrassing, to be trapped and on display for her captor. To be punished for her crime and have her lesson taught like this, she should be madder.
Her gaze had drifted away from him, frustrated with herself and him. She gasped as he announced he expected her to move like this. ""But-"" she tried leaning towards him to day something more. She stopped, realizing she had to watch how she move.
She could feel her cheeks growing pink. But what? She had no ground for an argument, she didn't have any power here. It was frustrating.
She silenced herself and looked away as she gave a small nod."
976,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-12T06:36:00,BoundObsession,"Looking at Clover's high heels, Nathan visualized her trying to move quickly while taking small steps in those heels. How painful it would be if she lost her balance with no ability to break her fall. Grabbing her around the waist from behind with one arm, he reached down to remove each of her heels with the other. As a final bit of restraint, he reached into the drawer once more for a ball gag. A hand gripped both sides of her jaw, forcing her mouth into an O while his other hand forced the ball between her teeth. He then pulled the wig off her head before strapping the gag in back.
""I'm sorry, but I don't want you to make too much noise while we're headed down the hall, in case my sister is prowling around the mansion. Actually, you have a lot in common with her. The two of you both have sticky fingers and love stealing my valuables. I'd hate to have you two meet and become friends."" He laughed at the thought.
Nathan stood in front of Clover a moment, admiring her beauty and his handiwork. His hand gently caressed her face, the thumb lightly tracing her lips and the red ball tightly lodged between them. Then a wicked grin as he thought of one last thing.
""You went to so much trouble to steal theQueen's Necklace, maybe I should at least let you wear it awhile."" Reaching over to the desk, he plucked the jewelry up and placed it around her neck. Then stepped back. ""Gorgeous! The rubies almost match the ball between your lips, the emeralds match your eyes, and the diamonds . . . . . well, they go well with everything."" Perhaps it was cruel to taunt her with the necklace, but he couldn't help himself.
Reaching for the leash, he gave it a gentle tug as he said, ""Let's go. You and I are going to get better acquainted in bed."""
977,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-16T21:10:00,QueenMer,"He already had it chained up, she wondered why he need to catch her waist against. She tilted her head back wanting to glanced at the man. She was starting to see him in a very different light. He wasn't a simple man, he was a man who had her tied up and had seized control of her. If she had known allowing him to handcuff her would of lead to this then she would of fought harder.
She was surprised when he took the time to slip of her heels. She became much shorter. Her three inch heels had allowed her a good amount of height but truly she was only 5'4. She heard a drawer open, she knew he was coming with another restraint, she did try to pull forward. ""Now wa-"" his hand caught her cheeks squeezing and forcing them to open wide. She tried jerking her head back but there was no where to go as he managed to get the gag in place.
He tugged at the wig exposing the red locks neatly tucked up into a bun. It allowed him to lock the gag into place keeping her from spitting it out. He would explain his reason but she was not amused. There was an annoyed sound in her throat as he moved around and took her in.
She wondered how she look, all tied up the way he wanted. Her chest pressing forward, her legs only allowed to spread so much and with a gag keeping her pouty lips parted. It seemed he enjoyed the view, even his touch seemed to echo his admiration.
She felt like a piece of art.
He finished it off with the necklace. The rubies might match her cheeks if he kept it up. She shouldn't feel so flustered but- this was no longer about the necklace, she felt like they were past that, This was different, she shouldn't feel so aroused not went it ache when he pulled at the leash but she did.
There was another noise, as if she was annoyed. She was, with herself. She would move forward, a small step at time. She could feel each movement causing the chain to tighten in different ways, it pulled at her nipples, it pulled at her lips. That annoyed noise would soon be a whimper by the time she made it to the door. This seemed like a punishment, she had to focus on her movement it was most likely a show for him. Seeing how she consentrated, how her breathing picked up, how the saliva began gathering at the corner of her lips. It was hard to swallow down."
978,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-20T10:15:00,BoundObsession,"Clover had to shuffle along to keep up with Nathan, even though he wasn't walking that fast. And when she would give one of her growls of anger, he would give a tug on the chain to remind her who was in charge. Which caused those growls to turn into a much more satisfying whimper.
""I should tell you, my pet. I normally keep the Queen's Necklace in a safety deposit box at my bank. The only reason I decided to bring it here was for you. I've heard about you and wanted very much to meet you. The necklace is here as bait. Your bosses think they have a buyer for my necklace. Well, as it so happens, I'm the buyer they hired you to get the necklace for. So far, they've kept their identities secret from me just as much as from you. But I will eventually track them down. In the meantime, I've got what I wanted. You!""
Nathan laughed at the irony, as he stopped to caressed Clover's face. ""I do believe I like you more than I do the necklace. It's just a pretty bauble. It can't feel pleasure or pain like you will.""
Tugging at the chain once more, Nathan decided to alter his plans. Instead of heading directly to the master suite, he proceeded to lead Clover through all the rooms of the south wing, pointing out various paintings and sculpture and recounting their history. He figured who better to appreciate fine art than a thief. Besides, he liked watching her walk with a wiggle, trying to keep up while avoiding pain as much as possible.
When stopping at a work of art, he would occasionally pull a handkerchief and wipe the drool off her face. But not the liquid already trickling down her body. He found it erotic, while she certainly found it humiliating and maddening. It probably tickled a bit as the beads of saliva worked their way between her breasts, down through her belly button, and eventually to her nether regions. Just like beads of sweat trickling down his back during hard work tended to drive him crazy.
Eventually, they ran out of rooms to tour and ended up at the master suite. Nathan introduced her to the large Monet on the wall, the Louis XIIII furniture and afinely carved 16th Century canopy bed. By this point, Clover looked a bit tired, exhausted by being forced to take small but rapid steps, while trying to avoid the dreaded tug on the chain.
""Do you need to use the master suite, my pet? I can call the maid to accompany you and help you, though she won't be releasing you from your restraints."" Nathan couldn't hide the smirk on his face, even if he had wanted to. Inga was aware of Nathan's kinks and sometimes indulged in them herself."
979,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-20T18:56:00,QueenMer,"It was quite clear to Clover that Nathan was enjoying himself. He tugged at the leash as he liked as if she was an instrument for him to tune. He only want to hear the notes of distress. He drew out the orchestra, made it a show as he displayed his collection of art. His guests had gone home early but the man still desire to showcase a tour of his possessions. She couldn't make a comment as he lead her about, he would pause to dab the sloppy corners of her mouth. The man was correct in his assumption that she found the sensation of drool dripping down her degrade, flustering.
Nathan spoke up before his show giving her much to think on. He proudly declared he had gotten what he was truly after, her. It suddenly made her feel anxious, to know there had been a trap set, that she was an intended prey for him to torture. She had not overlooked the fact he mixed pain with every ounce of pleasure he would offer.
It explained why he had so much ready in his office drawers. She had had no way of knowing this was the plan but she wish she could of. She could of avoided this predator leading her along, tenderizing her flesh for the feast. She couldn't respond, she was left to silently ponder her future.
She felt concerned about reaching the bedroom. If he knew she was coming then what had he prepared for her there. He made it clear he was going to torture her in ways she had yet to experience.
She felt a weird sensation of anticipated and dread.
They at last arrived. The ginger peered at the bed with a concern gaze. It looked to simple, she could only wonder what it was that he was hiding.
He had one last question, she wasn't sure if he was serious. She peered at him in embarrassed disbelief. She felt quite happy she could shake her head no, she didn't have to. She felt concerned about what would occur when she had to. Was he so set on breaking down her own self confidence, degrading her into a broken submissive puddle.
He could see the fear in her eyes, it shined clear. She was starting to reconsider testing her limits with him but perhaps it was too late to go back. She had started it.
If anything she could look forward to standing with her feet apart, just a bit longer till he would grant her such relief. She could only hope."
980,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-25T05:32:00,BoundObsession,"Clover made a delightful little bundle in his arms, as Nathan swept her off her feet to lay her on the bed. So delightful, he held her longer than intended, softly nuzzling her neck and kissing her gagged lips.
""I guess it's true. Good things do come in small packages,"" he murmured in her ear, before laying her on the bed. He positioned her on her side, facing away from him. He then pulled out a large drawer from under the bed full of additional bondage gear and toys.
""Let's get you out of those steel cuffs. They're ideal for a quick capture, but terrible if worn too long. Besides, I've always preferred leather or latex.""
The steel cuffs came off her wrists and ankles, to be replaced by leather cuffs. After which Nathan then joined her wrist and ankle cuffs together in a hogtie. Finally, he removed the strap around her elbows. The elbow strap was useful to keep her arms useless while he replaced her handcuffs and he liked the way it forced her breasts forward, but he doubted she could handle it long term.
""There! Is that better?"" he asked with a grin, knowing full well she couldn't answer.
Once he had her attention,Nathanbegan to shed his own clothes. ""You know, I've been told I have a sexy body, my pet. What do you think?"" he asked with a laugh. It was amusing to ask Clover questions, knowing she couldn't respond. Once naked, he went over to the bar for a scotch and a bucket of ice.
Sipping his drink, Nathan set the ice bucket on the night stand behind her. Then he climbed into bed facing her and began to remove her nipple clips.
""I'm told the most painful part of wearing nipple clips is their removal. It's because the blood rushes back into those nipples, causing a painful stinging sensation. Maybe ice will help."" As he pulled the first clip off, he pulled an ice cube from the bucket and rubbed it over the nipple. With his other hand, he released the buckle of her ball gag and pulled it from her mouth, wanting to hear her response. Placing the drool-coated gag on a tray on the nightstand, he retrieved a tissue to wipe the saliva from her face.
""Better?"""
981,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-08-28T21:40:00,QueenMer,"it was not as if she could manage a sound as he swept her off her feet. It was relieving not to have to take small steps and yes the way he lifted her did help ease the constant tug of the chain. It pooled against her warm skin, she was not allowed to forget about the clamps for they still made the trapped flesh beneath ache. Nathan nuzzled at her throat excited, the man was truly having a blast as he held full control over her small frame and in more ways than one now. All she could do was wrinkle her nose, unable to huff as he commented on how good things came in small packages.
She was laid onto the bed, it was soft and somewhat comforting after the long journey here. She couldn't deny her legs burned a bit from having to focus on each small step. She would not mind the exchange of steel to leather, it didn't cut into her flesh as much, what she did not like was how he tugged her feet back and kept her hands trapped, pinning everything behind her. She looked forward to being free of her restraints, she realized how key the mistake of letting him get that first pair of handcuffs around her was.
He asked her questions, quite amused that she could not muster an answer. All she could do was watch as he stripped away the peices of his clothing. He was right to make that statement, he was sexy. She could not deny this as her gaze drifted across his flesh as soon as it was in view. There was the firm body that would soon claim her, as soon as he was done toying with her. He was like a spider, he had her all wrapped up and hanging in his web.
The man was comfortable as he settled down with his drink. Her gaze was on the bucket of ice, she knew he meant to torture her with this. She felt a bit of panic as he spoke, his hand catching the clamp and releasing it. IT was imminent, the sharp sensation in her nibble, the whine it wanted to bring to her throat. She wasn't sure if the ice helped, it might have made it worse for now the sensitive nipple burned from the cold temperature. The gag was tugged free and she was allowed to gasp for air as she tried to squirm but her restraints kept her from escaping anywhere.
""b-b-better,"" she managed to get out, the ice had to be better, soon enough it would feel more relieving even if it was torture. She feared if she didn't say better then she would find him pressing the clamp back and she wanted to be free of them.
The whine was clear, no ball to muffle it. Her mouth was free and she wanted to ask so many questions but her mind only wanted to focus on his touch, his nude flesh, what was happening? Was she really getting so turned on by this? Did she liked being trapped and treated like this, it was so hard for her to understand. He made it all so confusing.
""h-how long do..."" her nose wrinkled, her breath caught in her throat as the melting ice dripped down across her skin. ""you plan to torture me?"""
982,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-09-03T07:13:00,BoundObsession,"""b-b-better."" she stammered, though she didn't sound particularly convincing.
Nathan removed the second nipple clip, placing an ice cube on it as well. Hewas partial to redheads, though Clover's hair was shorter than he would have liked. There might not be enough hair to grab hold of to jerk her head back for a fierce kiss.
""h-how long do....you plan to torture me?""
He watched the beads of ice water trickling down Clover's body as she struggled to ask the question.
""Is this really torture for you? Your nipples are hard, a sign that you are aroused by my actions.""
Returning the ice cubes to the bucket, he cupped her face between his hands, leaning in for a kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, dominating her mouth. Teasing her tongue with his. And just as she started to respond, he pulled away. Grasping what little hair she had on the back of her head, he pulled her head back. His tongue licked it's way down her arched neck until he reached the valley between her breasts. His hand left her hair for the small of her back, pulling her close to him as he dived into her breasts. Licking and nibbling back and forth between the two of them until she started to respond. At which point, he left her breasts to resume licking his way down her body.
""Mmmmm! Do I taste a bit of sweat from fear or excitement mixed in with that ice water?"" Nathan asked in a teasing voice, as he reached her belly button. He loved licking bellybuttons. As he did so, he removed the last clamp from her pussy and reached for an ice cube to replace the clamp.
""I'm not sure if the ice is relieving the pain or not, but I'll take your word for it that it is,"" he said with a smirk.
The cube glided over Clover's pussy, almost slipping inside on several occasions. Then it was replaced by Nathan's tongue. "
983,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-10-15T08:10:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
984,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-11-10T06:23:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
985,Vixen,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/vixen.22206/,2021-11-23T07:47:00,BoundObsession,Bump?
986,Want to play with a new character/ world,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/want-to-play-with-a-new-character-world.24327/,2022-02-10T00:02:00,DND_RP_ME,"Hi there, looking to build a demon character and hell world with a character I've been working with. I'm generally on daily at least once and and open to joint world building. My characters name is Scratch and hes a demon sent up as part of his job to kidnap humans to use as disguises so him and other demons can go to the human world to blow off some steam. Hes got a roomie who's pretty cool, as well a larger demon whos more of a bully character to him and others. Scratch is a rule bender and has a lot of friends as well as enemies in hell, those happy for the large amount of bodies he brings in and those wondering why the boss doesn't punish him for breaking rules. I'm okay with people playing human victims or other demons or whatever sounds interesting and fun for all. Heres a little starter if you're interested. I marked it as explicit because theres gonna be language, probably violence, and generally hell like behavior.
The air was starting to get cool and crisp as the wind blew through the vibrantly colored leaves, taking a few with it as it passed. Days were slowly growing shorter and nights longer. This was the easy time of year for Scratch, when finding victims came almost effortlessly as humans sought a good scare inline with the seasons theme.
He'd been figuring out his itinerary and getting the portal lads together for the upcoming jobs. ""Okay but really though, you gotta go midwest. I know it's cold but that's where the best bar food is, and any state that drinks hard is a state that's gonna party hard. Theyll have the best of what we're looking for."" He assured the portal team, who complained of the cold. Sighing like an annoyed parent he reasoned again. ""Look, out of all the places in the world, America does halloween the biggest, out of all of America the places with the best bar food are places where it gets cold. So we're talking Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, you know around that area, maybe as far as Ohio. Those are the people who get slammed and go out looking for a good time and no one questions when they vanish because they're probably also drunk."" He said, making his point.
The portal demons eventually agreed to go with to a little haunted attraction called, unoriginally, 'Sleepy Hallow Haunted Trail'. The promise of nice greasy cheeseburgers after work enticed them even further into agreement. ""Look, you got the easy job, all you gotta do is keep that portal open and you can even stay on the warm side of it if you want. I gotta sit out here in the cold."" Scratch said, setting everything up. ""Yeah but we also gotta process them."" One piped up, but Scratch just shrugged it off.
He had taken over a little wooden shed, just far enough away from any actors in the real attraction not to be noticed by them, but close enough to the trail to siphon people off it as they moved between scenes. He had a few human things, collected over the years, that he liked. A speaker, a music player, some party lights, a camp chair and an outdoor gas heater. He set up the lights and started the music when he heard the opening bell for the haunt blare its warning for all actors to get ready, and sat down in the camp chair eagerly waiting.
One of the portal demons popped their head around the corner of the back door of the shed and asked: ""Are you ready? Shouldnt you be in disguise?"" The creature asked nervously. Scratch waved off concern nonchalantly. ""I'm glamored enough. It's a haunt. Humans expect you to look weird. Besides, the boss knows my methods and he dont care. I dont get in trouble."" He said confidently, though the portal demon looked concerned. ""Trust me this ain't my first rodeo."" Scratch teased.
Scratch had a partial disguise on, more of a glamor really, a stolen essence of someone. Where his face had more of a split septum and flat nose, a human face wearing light make up shown instead. His long horns looked like cheap rubber props, tied on with a bandana, and his ears, though still pointed, looked like glue ons. Very boring red gloves covered long black claws of his hands. His tail looked like a keychain hanging off the back of his favorite denim jacket, which was covered in a multitude of patches from several horror movies. He wore a long sleeved tshirt, sporting the picture of a metal band, and black shorts which boldly enough he allowed his real legs to show under. Red, velvety, with longer fur around the ankle and two toed hooves instead of feet at the end. He stood around six foot eight at full height. Draped dramatically across the folding camp chair he bobbed his head to the beat of the music and stared out into the darkness, waiting to see humans come in to view.
The first groups started out onto the trail and it wasnt long before Scratch heard the familiar sound of chainsaws and screaming from the haunt site before his. ""Oh good, I have an audio cue this year."" He thought to himself, familiar with the haunting trope of chasing customers with a bladeless chainsaw. He could see the outline of people approaching in the darkness and waited with baited breath to see if theyd find their ways back towards his shed. The customers seemed a little disoriented, laughing at one another for the last scenes scare.
The group stopped and Scratch could see them consider if they should go back or not and eventually they left, staying on the trail. He cursed under his breath and sighed, frowning at the speaker, he risked turning it up a little. ""See anyone yet?"" The portal lads asked. ""Stay put. Theyll come. Humans are like moths, you put up enough lights, maybe play some tunes and theyll show up. They're drawn to it."" He said confidently.
Eventually a group showed up and started back towards the shack. ""Fuck yeah, here we go guys."" He said, warning the portal team. The group approached the shack, six collage aged boys all clustered together, joking and laughing. ""Hey what's this now?"" One asked judgingly. ""Looks like a party?"" The other answered. ""Hello, hello! Welcome to the dance party!"" Scratch said charismaticly, opening the door wider for them. They jumped back from the jump scare and laughed. ""Dance party? Hell yeah let's go!"" The group leader said, prompting the others to pile in the small shack and jump around in a silly manner to the music. Scratch enthusiastically joined in for a moment before quieting the group down.
""Okay okay, so you know why your here right?"" Scratch asked, pretending to be an actor. ""Yo, I like your drip dog."" One guy said. Scratch looked a little confused and nodded. ""Yeah, thanks.... but yeah, y'all know what you're here for yeah?"" He repeated to eager head shakes from the group. ""You guys get to be sacrificed, whoooo!"" Scratch said, pumping a fist the air. The group laughed and cheered along with him, asking details.
""Who are we sacrificed to, you?"" One asked, prompting Scratch to laugh and shake his head. ""Oh, no, no... to the cause!' He explained to an amused but confused group. ""You see, we need your faces. Yall look human and you look old enough to see an R rated movie, yeah?! You get to be turned into human disguises for me and my demon buddies, yaaaayyyy!!"" Scratch explained, keeping a cheerful, fun tone to his voice. The group laughed and cheered with him. ""Okay so do I get it back when you're done?"" One guy asked. ""Oh, no, you just die."" Scratch answered enthusiastically, the group cheered. ""Yes! Finally, I cant wait!"" One guy said, and it was clear not a single one of them was taling this at all seriously. Scratch cheered as well and laughed. ""I love this generation, all so eager to die, its fantastic!"" He said, prompting another round of laughter from the group.
""All right then, if you'd just move through this door here, you'll pop right through the portal and be processed, its super quick. You'll be dead before you know it! I mean, who knows, maybe I'll take your face to go get tacos later! Wont that be fun!?"" Scratch said enthusiastically, guiding them out the back door. They left laughing and joking amongst themselves but the moment they left the doorway no voices could be heard and the doorway appeared to lead outside once more.
After a brief moment a portal demon popped their head in and asked if anyone was currently coming. ""Hmm? Nah, all clear, what's up?"" Scratch asked. ""What the fuck are you doing?! Why are you telling them what we're gonna do?!"" The portal demon scolded an unbothered Scratch. ""Because they wont believe me. They have no reason to. We are in a place where they expect weird shit to happen, and after that they expect to go safely back home to their little, predictable lives. Historically ain't none of them ever been portraled to hell before, so they dont believe it to be a real thing. You gotta loosen up, dude."" Scratch said nonchalantly.
The portal demon looked frustrated and concerned. ""If anyone finds out how you're doing things, you know how severe punishment is."" They warned. Scratch leaned forward, his usual casualness gone in that moment and he looked both tired and annoyed. ""Yeah, I do. I might as well have some fun and have earned it. I'm getting fucked over as it is anyways."" He said bitterly, falling back into his chair a little more comfortably to stare into the darkness. ""You'll get in trouble too."" He added, back to his jaunty casualness once more. ""You know, for allowing this, ..not.. keeping me on a leash so to speak. So get over yourself and let me work the way I known best."" Scratch warned, not looking at the other, instead he seemed to have a hunters focus on the path. ""Go back through, theres more coming."" He warned.
The next group arrived, just missing the portal demons dismissal and it was a young family. A couple and two young kids. Scratch gawked awkwardly he figured out the shapes in the darkness growing closer. As the family approached, he noticed one kid was already close to tears. ""Ohhh, it's okay honey. They're not real."" The young mother tried to comfort her son. Scratch didnt like this, he wasn't fond of harming kids, and knew this was gonna be a problem. ""Hey there, you're ~very~ young. Did the chainsaw person scare you?"" He asked consolingly, kneeling down a little. The kid hid beside his mothers legs and nodded cautiously at the demon. ""Yeah, they scare me too. But you got away from them and, let's see. One, two, three, four, oh, you got all your limbs! That's good."" Scratch said, comically pointing out the kids arms and legs. The child seemed less anxious and even smiled a little. ""Ohh, what's this scene? I like your lights."" The mother said, trying to distract her kids with scenery. ""Ah, well, you found a... devils dance party! This is my party shack!"" Scratch said cheerfully, getting up and pulling a couple dance moves. The mother leaned down and smiled at her kids reassuringly. ""Isnt that fun? A dance party!"" The mother said, trying to get her kids to interact.
Glancing at the back, portal door, Scratch stood between them and it and knelt down again to kid level. ""Hey you guys did great, you're pretty brave to come out here."" He said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a few candies. ""Here you go guys, happy Halloween. Trail goes back out that way, have fun!"" He said, ushering them back out the front door and back to the original trail.
""The fuck was that?! You know the rules! You let them see you...as mostly you! They know we're here now, and you let them go?!"" The portal demon scolded again, popping out the moment the family was out of range. Seeming unfazed by the scolding, Scratch frowned at the darkness. ""Who brings kids that young to a place like this?"" He said, mostly to himself. ""Hello!? If they talk about you to anyone else, or shit, maybe even the owner of this damn place, we'll be found out! Is that what you want?!"" The portal demon shouted, growing indignant. Scratch frowned at him in annoyance. ""They were too young. You think kids like that can get into a movie on their own? Or have any money for takeout? They werent usable."" Scratch explained, as if that were his only reason. ""Is that all you think about?! I'm never working with your punk ass again."" The portal demon growled, stomping back to his station as another group arrived."
987,wasn't planned | open,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/wasnt-planned-open.24067/,2022-01-09T06:26:00,Absinthe,"
hello!, thanks for the interest! this is PAFP - a 1 x 1 but first come first serve . feel free to jump right in-
Classic opposites attract story, feel free to have creator's freedom with your oc- however you think they will fit the RP.
Summary
Santiago is a hispanic mix young man living in a old family mechanic shop in the middle of ( town not decided / whatever vibes best ), his mother left and started a new family in another state and his father got a D.W.I. and went to prison after causing a major car accident. Santi takes care of himself and a old family dog named Diesel, but got mixed up with a local gang. After losing said gang $5,000, Santi is jumped and left injured- this is when he meets your oc. ( we go from there )
CHARACTER INFO ( REFERENCES )
name: Santiago Tejerina
age: 23
occupation: former gang banger / mechanic
sexuality: closeted homosexual
pet: dog named Diesel
RP STARTER
Typical shit. The clang of metal rings in the air, and a huff of frustration would peel from Santiago's lips. The olive skinned teen cusses in spanish tinged with english as the bolt he had tightened on his bike cracks. A whine whistles from Whiskey, an aged red husky his dad had left in the wake of leaving- not on his own accord of course. All it took was one D.W.I., and his dad was gone- Santi shrugged it off, hell not much changed- the tatted teen didn't exactly lead a normal life and he couldn't say it involved too much parental guidance.
"" What's wrong Diesel, huh?- you hungry?- me too, grab a wrench and get to work if you that hungry- "" Santi jokes, wiping his wrist over his sweaty brow and letting a rare smile form across his pensive features. Diesel whines again and takes to licking Santiago's ripped jean knee. "" break time? "" he queries out loud, sighing, breathing in the dusty air of his family mechanic shop. "" Let's go then- aye!- slow down "" Santiago coughs a bit as he stands, dusting off his work clothes and limping after the excited pup as they make for the bustling old town.
The pain of his stitches stinging with every step, a reminder of his stupid decision to get into drug dealing and gangs- only it was easier to make money that way. He had gotten robbed, and now he owed a local gang about $5,000- and sure that don't sound like much, but for a lonely nineteen year old kid living in a mechanic shop. It was a sentencing.
"" Diesel- slow down man... fuck "" Santiago pushes the broken door open after the red husky only for his heel to catch on the threshold and send him staggering to the ground. "" Shit- "" the brown eyed man winces as the pain hits him in waves.
"
988,We did it because of COVID (v2),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/we-did-it-because-of-covid-v2.17762/,2020-08-05T19:23:00,TheWanderers,"Looking for: Some one to play the role of the sister. Expectations: Hesitancy, 'its wrong because its incest', slight mental conflict with what they're doing. Looking for the siblings to experience a bit of foreplay/experimentation with each other before that 'itch' becomes unbearable and they go all the way. If interested and/or unsure, please send me a PM first. All characters are 18+
""Look....all I'm saying is that we're both clearly on edge because of lock-down. Mom and Dad are important workers and are living in the pool house so they don't contaminate us so no one will ever catch us. No one will ever know and it'll take the edge off."" Andrew says, looking at hissister.
For the past two weeks, they had been flirting and teasing each other. She, of course, took to wearing skimpy clothes around the house, especially with their parents gone. And the amount of times both of them had left doors open while masturbating? It was clear that they needed the rise, the thrill, the risk of being caught.
Andrew had definitely caught her watching him jerk off a few times, getting turned on by the motions he could see her making out of the corner of his eye. And all those times he had seen her naked getting out of the shower? Yeah, he was pretty sure she had planned that, or when she changed. He could definitely hear her vibrator and moans at night as well.
""We both have that itch to scratch and I don't see anything wrong with a little mutual masturbation. We both do it...so it might be fun to lend each other a hand, yeah?"""
989,We did it because of COVID,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/we-did-it-because-of-covid.17541/,2020-07-20T17:29:00,TheWanderers,"All characters are 18+
""Look....all I'm saying is that we're both clearly on edge because of lockdown. Mom and Dad are important workers and are living in the pool house so they don't contaminate us so no one will ever catch us. No one will ever know and it'll take the edge off."" Andrew says, looking at hissister.
For the past two weeks, they had been flirting and teasing each other. She, of course, took to wearing skimpy clothes around the house, especially with their parents gone. And the amount of times both of them had left doors open while masturbating? It was clear that they needed the rise, the thrill, the risk of being caught.
Andrew had definitely caught her watching him jerk off a few times, getting turned on by the motions he could see her making out of the corner of his eye. And all those times he had seen her naked getting out of the shower? Yeah, he was pretty sure she had planned that, or when she changed. He could definitely hear her vibrator and moans at night as well.
""We both have that itch to scratch and I don't see anything wrong with a little mutual masturbation. We both do it...so it might be fun to lend each other a hand, yeah?"""
990,We did it because of COVID,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/we-did-it-because-of-covid.17541/,2020-07-27T07:20:00,KingsBounty,"Jane bit her bottom lip. It had been too long. And the flirting and teasing had been fun..but they were still siblings. He was right. There was essentially no way of getting caught. She thought. Damn she really did need the touch of a man. Even if it was her brother.
""Fine. But no telling anyone. Just you and me."" She shivered both out of anticipation and how it made her feel kinda dirty. Yet she still stripped. Taking off her shirt then her shorts revealing she'd been wearing nothing underneath...again. Jane knelt down pulling down Andrew's shorts to reveal his already hard cock.
""Damn bro. I must tell you. Every time I see this I'm reminded you still have the biggest cock I've ever seen."""
991,What happens in Vegas stays in... [Open],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-open.26459/,2022-11-21T17:58:00,jenwishuknew,"
Please PM with your interest and ideas for this plot OR even an intro post in response to my initial post in PM first!
Seeking: Partners who aren't afraid to put in details and appreciate the plot and not chase the smut alone. Should be able to post at least good few paragraphs (3-5) Theme: Incest / risk of pregnancy / Non-Consent / Father-Daughter/father-in-law & other pairings...]
She was in her twenties, married, and had a child (maybe). They were in Las Vegas for a family vacation when her father (father-in-law) got a bit too tipsy on the strip. Offering to take him to his hotel room while the rest of her family went on, the young daughter soon finds her clothes drenched in alcohol much like her father's. Once back at the hotel she quickly helps him out of his shirt. The whole scene, to him, reminded him or even playing tricks on him that he's with his beloved wife (who could be not in his life or passed away a while ago), how will the daughter handle her father's surprise attack of confusion thinking his wife is in the room with him. This is a question she'll need to figure out once her father is done holding her face down in the bed and satisfying himself inside her. But she has the next two weeks in Vegas with her family to figure out the whole situation and hopefully avoid an unwanted pregnancy.
Alia had been working non-stop and this was a much needed vacation. Since she was married for five years, their anniversary passed only about two weeks ago and they couldn't go anywhere, she took it upon herself to convince her husband to take off a few days from work when his side of family made plans and invited them to come along on a trip to Vegas.
Alia, the husband, and her little kids, two year old and four years old. She felt her life was much better before she got married. Not that she hated it now but there were lots of responsibilities! And Jeff, her husband, stays mostly busy to fall on good graces with his boss. This also means traveling for work a lot and as such was the case even when they're on vacation in Vegas. He managed to spare two days out of work, so he came along with them, but he is to fly out two days later, leaving her and the family to enjoy Vegas for a few more days. Whatever the case, Alia felt she could not wait for him to free up to take her on some vacation. So, she'd take two days while she can get it. Given his family was also coming, she invited her father, thinking it would be a good change of atmosphere since he hasn't been the same after her mother passed away about a year ago.
It was a year ago but he still has not moved on, and she worries he's been drinking a lot than ever before. The worst thing was that there was no one to look after him, to keep him on tracks, and there were times when she thought she should move back home for a few weeks, she just couldn't get a work around that thought just yet. However, she was glad that he was here and seeing how lively he was, she was at peace.
She loves him dearly and only wishes him happiness. At times, she even wish her own husband would love her the way her father loved her mother, given there was something lacking her marriage, especially after the two kids were born.
The only thing is that his happiness died and seemed as if it would not return anytime soon. Being out and about in Vegas, seeing him, she was also in jolly mood, just because he seemed to be having fun. He always got along with her in-laws. But as it was the case, he's also had quite a few to drink. ""Daddy, take it easy now, alright? Think you've had few too many to drink. We still have all night as we are all planning to visit the nightlight here in Vegas."" She said as the waiter brought them their check after having a great dinner. The table was full of people, her husband, the kids, her in-laws, her brother-in-law's family and of course, her single father. Dressed in polka dots formal dress, she was looking to impress no one but her husband.
"
992,Where the heck? (Female character please),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/where-the-heck-female-character-please.25857/,2022-08-29T01:05:00,Chrystal Dark,"You wake up from what must have been a nightmare, and let out a fairly loud scream, that very briefly attracts the attention of the others in the room. But we'll get to them in a moment. It was a really weird dream because all you can remember of it is that in the last few seconds you were terrified out of your wits and thinking (or possibly yelling?) ""Oh fuuuuuuuck! This is gonna hurt!"" In fact, you kind-of remember pissing yourself. A quick surreptitious check reveals that you're bone dry though, so it must have been a dream.
You have no memory of falling asleep, but that's not really unusual. What is a bit weird is that you have no memory of entering this room. In fact most of what you do remember is a bit hazy. But this room is familiar in an unfamiliar way, if that makes any sort of sense. It's like an amalgum of every waiting room you've ever waited in all rolled into one. The walls are a dull grey that government filing cabinets were painted in the 1970s, the ceiling is white square tiles and concealed lighting buzzes softly behind translucent squares at just the level to be irritating without being able to justify getting it fixed. The floor is covered in cheap but hard-wearing grey carpet tiles that are stained and worn and clearly have seen better days.
The room is about 4 metres or 13 feet long and 2 metres or 6 feet 6 inches wide. On each side there is a row of chairs, made of grey plastic. They are distinctly uncomfortable and how you fell asleep in one is anyone's guess, but as you are apparently sitting in one, you must have. In the middle of the room are long thin tables covered with magazines that look like they've been there for centuries. If you bother checking the dates, you'll see that they are all at least four decades old.
At one end of the room is a wooden door with no handle on this side and a sign saying ""Please wait to be called."" At the other end is a glass window with a grey roller-blind pulled down on the other side of it and a sign above it that reads ""REGISTRATION"".
There are a dozen or so other people in the room. Some of them are old, some middle aged and some young. They are all sitting, some fidgeting, some pretending to read one of the magazines. one appears to be sleeping, and another keeps checking his watch and tutting. They all look bored. They are dressed in a variety of styles, from ultra-trendy to so far out of date, you might wonder where they have been for the last half century. None of them has any sort of electronic device, and if you check you will find that your phone has gone missing.
Before you can do more that realise this, the roller-blind behind the window snaps up with a loudFWHAP sound that draws all eyes. Behind the glass is clearly an office of some sort. A desk is up against the glass, and you can see the back of a computer screen. Shelves loaded with box files forming a barrier behind the desk that cannot be seen past. Seated at the desk isa womanwho more than anything resemblesRoz from Monsters Inc.
Her voice isn't quite as hideously gravelly - not quite. ""You, Lady. You ain't registered properly."" She points at you and beckons, slips a data-tablet bearing the Apple logo with attached stylus through a slot in the bottom of the window. The screen is displaying a form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Date Of Birth:
Nationality:
Greatest fear:
""Fill that in. Drop the tablet in the box when you're done. Take a seat and wait to be called."" She indicates a metal box with a slot in the top just big enough for the tablet underneath the window, then waves you away impatiently, pulling the roller-blind back down as she does so."
993,Whispering Wood,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/whispering-wood.25414/,2022-07-08T05:31:00,Wh1teOw1,"
Xx~~~~~~~~~~~xX
There is something off about Cherry.
That's what your new neighbors tell you about the small rickety house at the end of the block.
Cherry is the woman who lives there.
Long white blonde hair, nearly transparant skin. Milky green eyes that are just a little too big for her face. A long, straight and oddly flat bridged nose. Her mouth seems a bit too wide. She's tall and skinny but oddly graceful.
She's nearly a hermit, but sometimes you can catch her out in her garden.
You notice that the holes she digs always seem just a little bit too deep.
The neighbors don't like the woods, which is why they all put up tall and solid fences in their backyards, the line of them only broken at the very end. The rickety house did not have a fence to protect it from the woods.
You asked your neighbors why they put up the fences. They tell you that it always felt like something was watching from the trees. People have gone missing out there you know, hiking in and getting lost, never to be seen again.
They tell you to never go into the woods after dark.
You feel a chill run down your spine as the air in the room suddenly becomes oppressive.
They speak again.
.............
""...There is something off about the woods.""
...........................
"
994,Whispering Wood,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/whispering-wood.25414/,2022-09-04T21:11:00,Chartreux,"Henry Greene's wife, Kay, had died of cancer, two years ago. It had been a relatively quick death. She was a 'big girl'. Fuck that, she was incredibly obese and her obesity meant that she couldn't fit her body into most modern high technology medical diagnosis apparatus. Her compromised body might actually have killed him had she fallen as he helped her into and out of the large shower on a daily basis. She'd had brushes with skin cancer in the past, which was easily detected. The fatal cancer had been growing deep inside her, undetected, for probably the last three years of her life. She was finally diagnosed in the month of August and the doctors started her on a chemotherapy program. By the end of September, she'd left him alone.
Alone, except for their creditors. Unknown to Henry, Kay had credit cards she'd been opening and juggling behind his back. It was bad enough that he worried and struggled in his job in sales. They'd been selling his stocks he'd acquired from the company he worked at before he'd been fired and it was a tidy sum, but it disappeared far more quickly than Henry could understand. After she was gone, the creditors swamped him with her unpaid bills for mail order items like dresses, shoes, home decoration items and gifts that she'd had sent to her friends and family. Her insurance and the money that she'd been saving for her retirement didn't cover her bills and Henry had to sell the house. That sounds like a good sum but they'd been forced to refinance the home a year earlier. There was hardly any money left after the vultures had gotten their fill.
Kay's family paid lip-service to Henry, her sister saying that Kay had promised money for the sister's daughter and Henry grudgingly paid it. Her brother made phone calls but made no real effort to visit Henry. Henry really didn't have any reason to stay in the city suburbs. He couldn't afford it.
He needed to move. He was adrift in the world. His self-identity as a husband was shattered. There were no real jobs available for a fifty year old man. People wanted to hire younger and more energetic employees. Henry decided to move out of state, to a place that had a lower 'cost of living', while he waited to die. Which was how Henry Greene ended up in Possum Hollow.
The house that Henry leased was the second from the end of a line of houses and after that house next to his was the woods. It had hand pump to bring water up from the ground and an old pot belly stove. His rationed diet now consisted of things like jerky and dried produce. He had lost a good deal of weight. He now stood at five foot ten inches and weighed about two hundred pounds, solid framed, still well muscled but with some fat as well. His brown hair was going gray, he didn't shave often and his hazel eyes generally needed glasses to read a newspaper or a book.
Henry sometimes saw the white haired woman that was his next door neighbor, working in her garden. He didn't bother her. She seemed to be a loner, like Henry now was. He'd learned that her name was ""Cherry"". He wondered if maybe it was a bastardized form of the French word, ""Chérie"" or if it simple meant the cherry flower or fruit?
Other neighbors stopped by to introduce themselves, to be ""neighborly"", but Henry knew that they were really sizing him up as potential trouble. After brief visits, they all seemed satisfied that he wouldn't disturb them. Some recognized Henry's need for privacy. All of the visitors advised him to keep his back fence in good repair and to not go into the woods at night. That shouldn't be hard as Henry's night vision was also beginning to weaken.
Some time passed and Henry began to fidget. Maybe he ought to try to do something more than simply existing from day to day...."
995,Wild At Heart ♡,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/wild-at-heart-%E2%99%A1.21326/,2021-05-24T06:23:00,storyofagirl,"Shewas an Actress. An Actress who when behind a camera, was simply perfection. A real gift, she had in portraying characters that writers had written with their heart. Sheseemed to have it all. Money. Fame. Fans, but behind the camera? behind closed doors, the Actress was miserable. Having been divorced twice already at the age of 28, sleeping around to get where she was, being a drunk and the occasional recreational drug. Fame and Fortune, wasn't everything.
Hewas an Actor. An Actor whose background was British and excelled in the British Arts. Shakespeare on stage was his starting point, however the handsome English man who was tall and ever so rugged, became known as the new Actor portraying James Bond. Much was too be celebrated. Hewas a world wide sensation and everyone knew his name.
Theyboth signed on to film a movie in Africa, before his first debut as 007.
Truth be told,Herefused at the beginning due to word in ear that even though she was a siren and America's sweetheart, her life was an utter mess and had no control of it. He wanted a professional to play his love interest. An Actress great on screen and off screen.
Theydid not get along.
The longer they were together, the more they started to grow on one another.
What happens next? Entirely up to you.
She- played by me. He- played by you."
996,Wild At Heart ♡,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/wild-at-heart-%E2%99%A1.21326/,2021-05-24T06:46:00,storyofagirl,Beep
997,Witch/Alpha Werewolf,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/witch-alpha-werewolf.20233/,2021-02-09T07:08:00,wickedREAYA,"Hi! Im obviously new and was thinking of a simple rp to kind of get back into things, I haven't Rped in a while so im a bit rusty! I haven't created and rp in years it seems and I wasn't that good when I tried. So here im thinking a new young woman moves to a smallish town, meets a few of the locals not knowing there are werewolves among them. Im very go with the flow type and like to see where things go from there. Hopefully someone likes my idea, if not let me know if there are any cool threads I should join Id love to get back into rping.
Reayahefted the box of dishes off her old light blue Chevy pick up with a soft grunt. Her first house since college, it had taken a long time saving up and then to buy the house when it wasn't quite livable. Almost as soon as she signed the deed the plumbing was leaking and half the house needed to be wired, luckily most of the stuff she was able to do herself thanks to online tutorials and the local hardware store. Now she was able to move her stuff into the small two bedroom English style cottage, she had fallen in love with the old house as soon as she saw its picture online. The old owners had loved the color purple like herself and had painted the walls a soft lavender with black window panes and shutters, even with the garden over grown with wild flowers and vines creeping up the front corner of the house it was beautiful and held a mystic and whimsical air to it. Reaya was too stubborn to deny the pull she had to the little house, even if it was more of a drive into town then other house; the Realtor had said it as if it was a downside to buying the cottage but Reaya loved the idea of being secluded in the trees away from prying eyes and the gossip of town. After living most of her life in big cities she craved the silence of the rural area. Reaya sighed happily and placed the box on the kitchen counter, she pushed a stand of white hair away from her heart shaped face and her glacier blue eyes. Many people believed her features fake but her hair was naturally white and her eyes were always as blue as the sea. Thanks to the magic flowing through her veins she could control, create and manipulate ice along with other basic spells her mother has taught her over her twenty-five years."
998,Witch/Alpha Werewolf,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/witch-alpha-werewolf.20233/,2021-07-18T22:35:00,CoffeeNWriting,I've written vampire erotica before. I'd love to help you out with this.
999,World's Apart (open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/worlds-apart-open.23510/,2021-11-04T09:23:00,Matsu,"(I'm on mobile so forgive me for length being possibly short!!)
Falling, falling faster and faster, all he could hear was the wind beating his wings. The once light and airy objects of his being now weighing him down heavily as he made his way to the Earth. Eventually crashing he made a crater in the ground. His wings and hair singed by the velocity of the fall.
He did not have the ability to move. Not yet. That wouldn't come til later. So the man simply slept. Slept in a small coma that he could not be risen from.
----
Waking up and observing the area around him. It seemed to be Earth. But he couldn't tell. Not quite yet. A man walked among the people that surrounded him. It looked like he had been taken to a hospital of sorts. A medbay? Something along those lines.
The man didn't notice him stirring so he moved to stand and practically falling in the process. Catching himself on the bed and sitting normally.
He seemed to have garnered some attention from the man doing the check ups on the other patients after the almost fall. It did make quite a bit of noise after all.
As the man approached him he realized that the man wasn't just that. But a demon as well. Swearing under his breath he got ready to defend himself.
(Looking for a male demon character to do some RP with! Thanks for reading thru. Sorry again if it's too short!)"
1000,worlds collide ( open ) mxm,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/worlds-collide-open-mxm.19735/,2021-01-05T08:21:00,Absinthe,"
Randall is a complicated and wealthy business owner with a shark-like personality. Locally hated and actively angering a lower-income neighborhood in the Bronx even dubbed "" satan of NYC "" in a smaller city newspaper for partnering in a legal scheme to clean up the 'slums' . Set in his ways and lonely, that is until he meets y/c
your character can fit into this story any way you like, i'm down for any ideas tbh-
This is going to be a fluid plot, and a slow-burn lovestory. Thank you for your interest!
SOME SMALL IDEAS
Y/C is hired to be Randall's assistant?
y/c hates Randall and runs into him? ( a victim of the building movement? )
ᴀɢᴇ 37
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ homosexual
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ British
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ 6'2''
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ 138
DESCRIPTION
tall and slim, hair a deep chocolate brown often slicked back perfectly and eyes so dark his pupils are nearly obscured. His appearance is that of a shark, dead-eyed as he bares his fangs, moving about with an elegant grace. Always adorned with the latest fashion and a smile as icy as the Arctic.
HISTORY
youth ( born 1983 in Bristol, England )
born to Philip James Crowley and Patricia Moffet, was a very sick boy to a very rich couple. Plagued first with a Wilme’s tumor, his early years were spent in the hospital undergoing chemotherapy. Though the money covered the bills with ease, his parents hardly had the time to wait around for his recovery. Philip, C.E.O. of a British building company was constantly moving about the country for meetings, and Patricia was working on her own line of fashion designs. Though she stopped by the hospital from time to time, Randall went through the battle alone. He would then go on to celebrate his win against cancer, alone.
With a weak immune system his start on life is staggering, having spent his youth in what felt to be a cage, having no friends and a developing dislike for his parents. Practically forbidden from playing outside, placed in a very expensive private school, and strictly drilled on manners and success. Ingredients of a soulless creature indeed. His mother and father, embracing him with a cold and cruel scrutiny, a complete disregard for all things emotional and completely unwilling to feel sorry for Randall nor coddle him further than his health.
YOUNG ADULT--
by his early teens, Randall is practically fluent in pent-up rage. Every slap from his mother’s backhand, laden with rings, every spit-shrapnel from his shouting dad. He became quite popular in his private school, through his extraordinary grades and sharp attitude, he was both loved and hated.
The progression of his parent’s abuse is later pushed by his father when Randall states his interest in men. Philip went on to even blacken his son’s eye and nearly knock a few teeth loose. Despite it all, it was only a few years later that he took Randall under his wing, introducing him into the business world.
ADULT--
Upon the death of his father, Randall’s inheritance grants him a multi-million dollar building company which he in turn sells and moves to America. Once landed within New York, he starts off the new year by establishing ‘Crowley’s building solutions’ where he teams with some of the city’s elite in an ongoing effort to clean up the slums. Often evicting tenants and partnering with businesses to destroy and replace. This grants him the title of “satan of NYC”, where he is locally broadcasted and hated. In a luxurious penthouse apartment, the devil himself takes residence, in both solitude and restlessness.
personality
Machiavellian, wicked and crafty in his ways. Randall’s personality is a thick tar, morality and commonality be damned, paved with the abuse and dark nature of his past. sharp and dangerous, much like his features, he possesses a silvery tongue that spouts sarcasm and brutal honesty. In truth, he feels alone. However, he projects it with cruelty and sardonicism which often keeps people at a distance.
Beneath the syrup of faults and that prickly wall he has so reinforced around himself, Crowley is actually quite capable of being sweet. Quirks here and there that reflect a potentially normal person. (more to be reflected within roleplay!)
Owns his own company, ‘Crowley’s building solutions’
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1001,Xmen United,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/xmen-united.27368/,2023-03-19T14:53:00,PrincessCrystal,"Your job is to save the mutants and get them away from Monolith. Especially Melissa. She is the most valuable one in the truck load as she is a Hypnokenetic, in other words A Dream Walker. Ruler of the Dream Realm.
And now, our story begins.....
It started out to be a great day, she had finally finished getting rid of all the bad memories in the house, and her brother had already left for his home in Arizona.
Leaving the mansion, the young Brunette smiled as she headed for the park in town. She had heard about some type of fair or something going on and wanted to take a look at it. She had just gotten off the Ferris wheel when the sirens sounded and people ran screaming about mutants attacking. The girl wanted to see what was going on and against her better judgment headed towards the area where everything had started. More people began screaming and running, she turned to run as well but before she got far she felt something hit her leg. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a tranquilizer dart in her leg.
Days turned into weeks which turned into months. She was beaten, raped, drugged, and forced to do unspeakable things to people in their dreams. That is, once they found out she was a dream walker. To keep her under control when not being used they kept a pair of nullification cuffs on her which negated all her powers. ======= Six months later...
Moans of pain came from Melissa as she slowly awoke. Her head hurt constantly now, making it difficult to think clearly. She could hear a door opening and knew that there were more soldiers there. Soldiers who were ready to torture her again.
Melissa and two others were pulled to their feet and forced to walk from the room. After a few steps, though, Melissa fell. In an effort to get these prisoners moved to the new location as quick as they could, Melissa was grabbed roughly by the arm, a scream coming from her as more bruises were thrust upon her body with the fists of the guards. What was left of her shirt fell to the floor, leaving her breasts covered by only her bra.
""Hey, yeah! Nice!"" said one of the guards dragging Melissa. He reached down into her bra and fondled one soft breast. The other guard did the same even as they kept dragging her along. They laughed and joked about what they'd do with her once they were at the ""New Place"".
Melissa moaned painfully as the men fondled her breasts and drug her from the room. She was covered in bruises, some of them were handprints or fingerprints, there was a high possibility that she had a broken rib or two, and of course a black eye.
With the nullification cuffs on her, Melissa felt like she was suffocating, there were no voices, nothing but the echo of her own mind. She could see the mutants and guards around her but it was like a haze that she was having trouble lifting.
There was also no Moonlight. The one voice she needed to stay sane in this world of hatred and cold. The one voice that kept her calm when things were going bad. She closed her eyes tight against the haze, against the pain that wracked her body.
The guards dragged Melissa to a box truck full of other mutants and flung her onto the floor. They gave her breasts another rough grope then left. One smacked her shapely ass hard as he went. ""I can't wait to get into that!"" he told his buddy. The door was shut and locked.
There was no response from Melissa this time. No moans or groans, not even a flinch. A few of the other mutants in the truck pulled Melissa away from the door. It was really strange that out of all the mutants being relocated, Melissa was the only one who had her hands cuffed behind her. One of the girls checked her over to see if there was any reason for her being unresponsive but none was found. They tried their best to make her comfortable as the truck began to move out of the facility.
Thirty minutes later there was still no movement from Melissa. Her breathing was shallow, ragged, Every few minutes she would gasp for air. One of the other mutants knelt beside her and held her head up so that her airways were open.
At that same time, the driver of the lead transport cursed and slammed on his breaks just as there was a huge snarl-up caused by a five-car accident up ahead. The driver of the second truck, the one carrying Melissa, cursed and slammed on his breaks then cursed again because he couldn't see around the first truck. ""What's going on?"" he yelled.
Once the trucks were stopped, loud shouting began outside but not much else could be heard aside from an occasional thump. Mutants could be very stealthy when they wanted to be."
1002,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-14T22:13:00,Chrystal Dark,"
I have a craving, and it is to have a character bound and helpless while she is played with. This can take place over a number of days. y/c can let m/c drink occasionally (what she drinks is up to you). She can be given the occasional meal, enough to keep her alive, of something like baby food. You can keep her blind folded some of the time, drug her/chloroform her while you move her from one piece of equipment to another or tie her up differently, so she can't struggle or get away. Keep her in a cage or a box. Degrade her. Break her spirit, break her toilet training, wash her with a powerful hose, keep her bowels clean with enemas. and do to her whatever you like, subject to the following.
These are my limits for this RP:
Your character must be female and must be a dominatrix
Your avatar on BDRP must be female or gender neutral (A weird hang-up of mine, sorry)
No male ""guests"". (Female guests are fine).
No breaking site rules.
All posts to be in first person. Neither character is named.
No scat/faeces play, except the enemas which we can assume happen on a twice daily basis, if you don't want to play them out.
No cutting bits off.
No killing my character.
No menstruation.
No vomit, no filth. Everything should be kept clean and sterile. (Note urine is sterile)
Other than that, pretty much anything goes.
Oh, one last thing: If anything I describe in my post is unclear, please don't assume, ask!
I wake up slowly, my head pounding and my muscles aching, mouth dry and bladder full.That must have been some party...I can' really remember much beyond being chatted u by some woman. I know she bought me several drinks but beyond that everything is blurred. I don't even remember what she looked like. There is a hard, cold surface under my back, and my inner ear tells my I'm lying down face up.
I try to open my eyes and realise everything is black. Given the pounding in my head that's probably a good thing. There's something across my eyes and nose, across my ears and round the back of my head. Am I blindfolded? I try to move my hands and realise that my wrists have straps around them and my arms are pulled up above my head and I can't bring them down. My ankles too, except where my wrists are close together, my ankles are far apart. This brings another realisation, from the slight movement of air on my skin.Oh fuck! I'm naked....
Another fact becomes clear as I try and talk, try to call for help. There is something hard and metallic in my mouth, holding it open just a little bit wider that is comfortable and it is pressing down on my tongue. ""Hhhchhhh!"" is about the only sound I can make. I make it for a while, as loud as I can manage, which is not very loud given that my throat is getting sore from the dry air and the fact that I can't close my mouth. It seems that the thing in my mouth is not just strapped around my head but also fastened to what I'm lying on because if I try to move my head I can feel it pull and bite into the inside of my cheeks.
Struggling gets me nowhere. I'm so tightly strapped down I can only move a few millimetres. As I try to move I find that there are straps on my elbows, my knees, my belly and my neck too.
Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to make sure I can't move!"
1003,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-15T14:34:00,PoppyRed,"It was an interesting night, for sure. Like any other night I got to ride back home with a guest, really. Silly little doves, they think pretty birds won't bite. I'm pretty, and I do bite quite often. I do enjoy sipping at a glass of Martini at trendy clubs, glancing across the dance floor to speculate which bird would sing better in a cage. Sometimes, a crimson smile and a subtle wink work wonders for them. Sadly, I can't say you were a hard girl to lure in. And you just had one too many, didn't you little dove? I'm not sure how much of the night you remember. Or if you had managed to notice we were not going to your home before your half-closed eyes fluttered shut.
Pulling you out of my car and dragging you to my basement was not as fun as stripping you naked. Of course, it was quite a joy to secure your bare frame to the floor. The steel pipes attached to the floor were built for this after all, keeping even the feistiest gals in place. One of them is behind you to stretch your arms. Another pair is standing sturdy on either side of your spread legs. I can see I've done a good job restraining you. In the mirror, your defenceless form looks rather inviting next to my visage, which you were foolish enough to trust. I have many toys in the drawers to spice things up. While applying my lipstick at the dressing table, what should I do with you crosses my mind. And admittedly, there were twisted things lingering in there.
Upon witnessing you wake up, my hips leave the chair. Too bad you can't see them sway towards you. I suppose you wouldn't be saying me ""hello"" either, thanks to that ring gag of yours. Not with words, at least. You could still listen to the distinct click of my heels across the pristine tiles. Although I'm not necessarily thirsty, my fingers wrap a glass water bottle as I approach you with unhurried steps. There's ample space between your parted legs, where I opt to stand and look down at you.
""Finally awake, I see."" The lid of the bottle unassumingly falls to the ground. ""Yes, I can see quite a lot."" My gaze brushes your body. Stepping over one of your bare legs, I begin to water my newest flower. The water is not quite warm as I pour half of the bottle on you, between your belly and chest. ""You must be awfully confused."" The rest of the liquid hits you in the face, not quite polite perhaps, but it would help you sober up faster. ""Pondering what's happened, or what will happen."" There isn't an easy way to tell that I like breaking gals like you without sounding like a deranged witch. So, I elect to be blunt. ""I wish to break you, dear."""
1004,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-15T23:42:00,Chrystal Dark,"I hear something, a soft scrape and a softer creak, familiar sounds that I can't place, but they are followed by a sound I definitely know - footsteps. The lighttak tak tak tak of metal heel caps on a ceramic floor. I try to lift my head but whatever is in my mouth won't let me, It must be fastened to whatever I'm lying on.
""Hhhnk?"" I ask, pathetically, as a female voice comments on the fact that I'm awake. The voice is vaguely familiar, especially the was she says those two wordsI see. There is a peculiar lilt to them that... The bitch from the party!She fucking drugged me! Something hits the floor with a clatter and the heels move, The suddenly something wet lands on my belly. It's not freezing, but it's not exactly warm either and I squeal in shock, struggling but unable to move against the restraints. Her voice moves too.Confused? Damn right I'm confused! But I was also livid, furious at her for doing this to me and at myself for getting into the position where she could.
And terrified too. Wetness hits my face, some of it going into my mouth. It's water, thank the stars, and I try in vane to get more, but my tongue is held down and I can't move my head as the rest of the water splashes over my face. I let out a soft whine, I can't help it. my mouth is so dry and gunked up, I can't see, and I want - need - more water.
And I need to pee as well. I wonder how I can let her know. But she's still talking, what's happened and will happen? The thought is terrifying, not confusing. And her next statement doesn't help.Break me? What does she mean, break me? That very phrase is so frightening it causes me to whimper. Images of her breaking my bones one by one flash through my mind.She can't mean that, though, can she? What other kinds of breaking are there that can be done to a person? It;s hard to think with my mind clouded with fear, my mouth so dry and my bladder painfully full. There is one of those under my control still, but not for much longer...
I concentrate on holding my pee in, and it does take my mind of the other things for a bit."
1005,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-16T01:44:00,PoppyRed,"Keeping my face a secret couldn't be said to be a concern I have. Rather, blindfolding my guest is a personal preference, so to speak. I suppose, I just like keeping my victims in the dark, enjoy imposing a strong sense of anxiety on them by taking the ability to see away from them. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, really: finding joy in others' apprehension. Perhaps that's why I make sure I won't miss the moment they first wake up. Or perhaps just because that tends to be the moment their fruitless struggles amuse me the most. Though, I also know how to make those delightful squirms more intense. No matter how gutsy and resilient, everyone has their limits after all, a breaking point just like the very bottle I hold.
Not being in a hurry, I move slowly around the body I myself bared not too long ago. I've left little to the imagination. How you look without your clothes is no longer a mystery for me. ""How rude of me."" I put a foot on your wrists. ""You must be awfully thirsty."" After twisting my ankle a little, I keep walking. ""Indulging in liquor always makes me thirsty in the morning."" After a short trip to the dressing table, I return to your lying form. There isn't much you can do other than lying on my floor and looking pretty for me. Underneath my dress, my knickers absorb some of the dampness of your belly as my bottom perches on you. My nail polish complements my red lips as my fingers slide up your body. ""Shh…"" I let one of my hands follow the contour of your bare breasts, while the other holds a new water bottle I've just picked up.
An inviting mound of yours remains in my grip as I lean down. Staring down at you, tips of my golden locks brush your cheeks. Your mouth is only one of the holes I intend to fill. I slowly tilt the bottle down above your mouth, letting a consistent stream of water run through your lips. Can't turn your head, can't close your mouth, you just have to gulp all down. To ensure you drink it all, I bring the neck of the glass container closer to your parted lips. I may find a new use for the bottle once it's empty. For now, I want every drop to run down your throat and fill your belly. Since I'm such a hospitable woman, I could help your release some of it too."
1006,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-17T00:55:00,Chrystal Dark,"I've never been afraid of the dark. In fact I've always found it comforting. Even on the darkest of nights there's always some light, and the human eye adjusts rapidly. Not as good as a cat, but we can see in the dark, at least make out shapes and movements. So what was terrifying now was the fact that I was blind and it clearly wasn't dark. The woman who - I assume - kidnapped me, was walking around confidently, and obviously could see where I was because she was able to pour water on my face and not get more than a trickle into my mouth.
And I had no idea what was happening around me. There could be a TV camera crew in the room filming the whole thing and keeping silent. I could be on display to the world, or this could be a small dimly lit basement, or a bright and sterile laboratory. What monsters lurked at the edges of the room making no sound until they were summoned?
""AAAAAGGGGHHHH!"" I screamed loud as my left wrist was crushed and my right wrist impaled by something heavy and hard, and in the case of my right wrist, sharp. That had really hurt, and I could still feel it after it stopped. I could still move all my fingers and touch the tips with my thumb, but maybe shehadmeant 'break' in the literal sense?
The heelstak-tak-tak away, andtak-tak-tak back. Something tickles my midriff just below the strap I can feel there, and also my upper thighs, and I flinch away, or try to. And then there is a weight, soft and a lot larger than on my wrists. This presses down on my belly, soft and round. Is she sitting on me? I try to speak, better able to make noises now that I have had some liquid in my mouth, even if it was nowhere near enough. something touching me, a hand? Yes a hand. ""Hhhhgh!"" I exclaimed eloquently.
""Shh..."" she tells me, and a hand caresses my left breast, then grips my right breast. My breasts aren't exactly small. I've been described as ""buxom"" before now. Something tickles my face, a different something than tickled my belly and thighs. I think the first thing might have been her skirt as she sat on my belly. This is lighter, looser. Something lands in my mouth and I recall her saying I must be thirsty?
WATER! Oh god! Water, trickling into my mouth, quenching the fire in my parched throat. If only my tongue were free to enjoy it too. In that moment and just for that brief moment, I loved her! In fact I had begun to speculate that maybe there was someone else, someone kinder.
But the flow of water doesn't stop. She keeps pouring it into my mouth, and I can't stop her. I try not swallowing and my nose is pinched shut until I do. and all the while she is sitting on my belly, her backside pressing down on my already full bladder. Finally the water stops. Why, I don't know. Most likely whatever she was carrying it in is empty. But it's already too late. I can feel the pee beginning to trickle down the inside of my pussy, a hot, wet rivulet the begins to form a warm wet puddle under my buttocks. I let out a soft moan of dismay as I can no longer hold it and likea scene in a movie of a damn breaking, the trickle becomes a stream which becomes a river which becomes a flood.
I hope in vain that the woman tormenting me doesn't notice, but how can she not? I get the feeling that the reason she wanted me to drink the water was to have exactly this effect. It's embarrassing - no, mortifying. I wish in that moment that she would kill me. I don't want to be lying naked on the floor pissing.
Tears well up in my eyes and a sob escapes my throat. I don't want to cry, but I can't help it. I'm too scared not to."
1007,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-17T12:14:00,PoppyRed,"It's a room that is mostly empty. A secret playground of mine where I get to satisfy some twisted desires which include making those I find teasingly appealing shriek and quiver. One doesn't need to be an extraordinary attentive person to hear even the smallest things in my basement. It's not your spread legs I face, but that little hissing sound in the background tickles my ears. An unavoidable event really, only natural. Still, I suspect wetting a stranger's floor like that mustn't feel quite prideful for a big girl. Pulling myself back to a sitting position once again, I look back over my shoulders. The tiles that lie between your legs certainly look shinier. ""My word…"" I watch as your pussy leaks, as you just let go like a bitter puppy I've forgotten to take for a walk. Perhaps, leaking may not be the right word here, given the stream is rather consistent and somewhat thick.
""Look at that…"" Not that you can see it, but a smirk slightly turns up the corners of my mouth. ""Are you that scared?"" Both my hands on your belly, I massage your naked form for a bit. They soon begin to move though, slowly sliding up to cup your breasts. Although the gravity is working against them, there is still a lot to cling to for me atop your chest. ""How do I turn off this little faucet?"" My fingers scale a mound, two of them ending up pinching its pink peak. ""Here?"" I twist your nipple. Like winding a clock, or turning a little volume knob. Eventually letting that bump go, I opt to hold your fine orbs from their bases, enjoy the feeling of squeezed supple flesh. I was sure these shapely bits would offer me quite a bit of fun. How they feel in my hands proves me right too.
""Could it be because I've told you that I'll break you, little dove?"" The fact that you are unable to talk doesn't make me less talkative. On the contrary, I like when people quietly listen to me. And sometimes, not so quietly. Suffice it to say, you're already getting louder. ""I'd better get my hammer then."" My butt rises up sooner than my hands. To engrave the sound of my footsteps in your mind, I walk back to the table. By now, you must know it only takes me a minute to head to the end of the room and return. This time, it roughly takes two minutes. Clicking of my heels gains a richer tune before I stand between your thighs. To emphasise the mess you've made, I tap my foot on the little puddle you've created. However, I don't stay there too long. Instead, my legs elegantly rise on either side of your waist.
""Do you remember how I look?"" I swing my left arm. A small army of leather tails lashes across your chest. It's not a hammer what I hold, after all. A downward strike let me focus my attack on a single breast. All at once, dark tresses lap that charming orb intensely. ""One fist, yes."" A sideways swing makes the thin ends of implement graze your opposite orb. ""Two fists, no."" Since I haven't gagged you only to remove it rather early in our little game, I suggest a simple means of communication using the little freedom you still possess. The same poor breast gets another lashing from me as I bring the implement down, letting the tails lie on it."
1008,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-09-30T23:46:00,Chrystal Dark,"Am I scared? No. I'm terrified. Petrified. Literal meanings: Turned to earth or turned to stone. But I do think that this bitch filling me with water while sitting on my already over-full bladder might have something to do with it. In fact she probably wanted me to piss on her floor, or why do that?
She's deliberately massaging my lower belly, to make me pee more? But then her hands are back on my boobs. Under any other circumstances I might actually be enjoying that, and my nipples harden. I'm trying not to listen to what she's saying. Something about turning me off? A twist to a nipple makes me yelp in pain, but there is something else there too.Oh my god, NO! I cannot get excited. That's just sick!
I concentrate on the fear even as she plays with my boobs in ways that have always managed to turn me on -Wait, is this someone I know?I don't recognise the voice and I am pretty sure I would have known her last night while she was getting me drunk enough not to notice the roofie.
She walks off and it's longer this time before she returns. I start to wonder if she will come back. My pee has stopped at last but I'm lying in a cooling puddle. Is she just going to leave me here? For how long? It seems like ages until I hear thetak-tak-tak of her heels on the floor again, but I know it can't be that long.
There's a soft splash from where she stopped between my legs, and wet droplets spray my thighs. But then she moves again. It sounds like she's directly above me when she speaks again.
Do I remember? I have a vague recollection of golden hair, but that's about it. Something stings my left breast, then my right breast, like nothing I've ever felt before. I squeal each time, and my hands clench together. It's involuntary, but as what she's saying penetrated the haze of fear and disorientation I realise that I'm not doing what she wants. This is a small victory. and I keep my hand together. Lether wonder for a change!
The stinging impacts on my breasts continue, but I'm determined, This is the one thing I still control. By not obeyi g the simple code and telling her, I retain this tiny piece of control over my destiny."
1009,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-10-06T13:13:00,PoppyRed,"The squeals I manage to rip out of your restrained form are quite entertaining to listen to. Mildly amusing, I'd say, since I admittedly like them a bit louder. Surely, making you sing a noisier song of distress mustn't be exceptionally difficult, when you're so helpless, and when I have so many toys to use on you. Quite an arsenal, really. Though, sometimes I only need my fingers to drown the victims of my desires in a well-stirred cocktail of pain and pleasure. Which of said aromas would be more prominent depends on you, really. Whether you'd elect to be feisty or docile. I believe you're more inclined to be the former. Playing the so-called tough girl, I suppose. Similar to how I enjoy playing hard-to-get.
It was quite a simple request. Easy to understand, easy to perform. I doubt there's been some kind of miscommunication between us. Yet, you've failed to follow my simple instructions. Leather strands brush against your exposed mounds another time. This time, I flick my wrist a bit faster, pull my hand a bit higher. It produces quite a distinct noise, doesn't it? My flogger on your breasts. Of course, I have more toys to slap you with. Instead of your chest though, I'd prefer to use them on your butt. Back at the party, I've had a good opportunity to have a good look at that teasing bum of yours. When you lie on your back, it's relative safe from me. But that'd eventually change.
Perhaps, I should change my question into a suggestion. ""Alright."" Numerous tails cut through the air, and graze a round orb on your bare chest. ""One fist could make you quite a slut."" Its equally tempting sister gets a whack of its own as my flogger pays a quick visit to your opposite breast. ""Two…"" I continue with a small chuckle. ""Two fists would make you my little whore."" Like individual streams, the leather tails flow down your cleavage. As I move backwards, the implement keeps sliding down. Its handle soon perches on your belly. Between your legs, I sink to my knees. My hands are rather small, but you don't look quite big down there either. I place a hand over your pussy, rubbing it up and down as my palm touches on your lower lips. My other hand slides on your inner thigh. You feel rather smooth. Both of my thumbs slowly glide down your slit. They come to a stop somewhere in the centre. I part your petals to have a better look at you. Pink folds still seem damp. I trace them with a finger. With vertical strokes, I pet your slit.
Since you've made a good job lubricating yourself, kinda, I don't need much preparation. Palm up, two slender digits press against your opening. They invite themselves in as I penetrate your pussy. ""Mmm…"" I breathe out. Not quite swiftly, but I shove my digits in. They slowly disappear into your sex, and start dancing in their new cosy home. My free hand rubs your thigh as I introduce a third digit to your pussy. They inch back and forth. ""Okay tough girl…"" My pinkie decides to join in too, slowly slithering into your opening. And I'm sure you could feel my thumb caressing your folds on the outside. As my fingers start to form a beak, I'm also positive that our little talk about fists makes more sense now. ""Would you be a slut or a whore?"" My gaze moves on your body, finding your hands at the end. I'm still able to see them, while you could feel mine."
1010,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-11-07T19:45:00,Chrystal Dark,"Does Stubborn necessarily equal Stupid? Refusing to cooperate with my tormentor's simple request was a very minor victory. And it turned out to be somewhat pyrrhic too. The sting of what feel like insect bites across my boobs makes me hiss in pain. Tolerable, but unpleasant. I assume it's some sort of whip that she's hitting me with, although exactly what I can't even speculate.
And now she gives the instruction about fists again, only this time the options are both ones that I would never agree to, given the choice. Being a slut or being her whore? I mean what exactly is the difference? As she speaks so the whip, or whatever it is, is laid slowly, almost gently down my chest and belly. It tickles up near my breasts, but then the weight of the handle lands on top of my bladder which is slowly filling again from the water in my stomach. Her voice is from directly between my legs and I wonder if I can pee on her for some small measure of revenge, but so far there's not even enough for a trickle. It just feels really uncomfortable. And anyway, she must be sitting, squatting, or kneeling at least partly in the puddle so it probably wouldn't bother her!
And then she's touching me. No blushing virgin, I, but I usually prefer to at least have a choice about sex. And as much as I hate what she is doing and want to tell her to stop, my body reacts to the caress. In all honesty her fingers are skilled and as they push inside me, the beginnings of arousal tinge my nerves.No! No no no! There is no way I am ever going to get turned on by being raped!I tell myself, and keep telling myself as her fingers caress my insides, finding that one sweet spot seemingly without trying. ""Gghhhh!"" The sound I let out is one part anger, three parts terror and two parts lust. My own vagina is betraying me to the enemy. Then a third finger and a forth push inside me.
I have a sudden revelation. Her fingers are pulled together making her hand slim, and I realise that she is going to push her entire hand into me.Slut or whore, one fist or two? OH FUCK!""GGAAAAHHHH KHAAAAA! AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH!"" I clench my left hand into a fist and make sure my right hand is open, palm up, waving them both frantically from the wrist. She's already got one hand completely inside me, and it hurts as it goes in, stretching me wider than anything ever has.One fist or two... It's calledfisting, when you put your entire hand in up to the elbow and (optionally) make a fist. I mean given the option of no fists inside me that would be my preference, but one is better than two!
I mean, where was she planning on putting the other one? No way would both her wrists fit in that one tight opening (maybe if I was the mother of six kids, but I'm not!) As for the other two potential orifices down there, one is most definitely a virgin and the other I don't even want to think about the possibility, that would be really dangerous, possibly lethal!
So, like I said, a pyrrhic victory at best. Maybe passive resistance is nt such a good plan? Perhaps cooperate, play alongwith her twisted demands, and hope to let her think I'm 'broken'? Then when she lets her guard down, I can turn the tables? It's probably a good thing my mouth is held wide open, because the desire to smile at my new plan is irresistible, but would certainly give away that I was planning something."
1011,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-11-12T14:05:00,PoppyRed,"It's a small challenge, pushing all of my digits in their new, cosy home. Small, since the opening that I slide them through isn't necessarily wide. I do enjoy taking on such challenges though, adore filling deserving gals such as you. Of course, I don't know how it feels to be you in this case, for I am too ladylike to have a clenched little fist between my legs.
While mine slowly vanishes into your tunnel, I watch the Waving of your own hands. ""A slut, then."" I acknowledge your new title, which is only fitting for a girl with a fist in her little sex. As I look down, I can no longer see beyond my wrist. Though I can surely feel you a bit better. My knuckles brush your tunnel from inside, your lower lips making a seal around my wrist as I pump my fist a few times into your stretched cave.
It's fair to say we've already established that you're a little slut. Your sluttiness, however, is to be tested. There're many ways to measure it, really. But I'll just check how shiny my hand will be when I eventually pull it out.
""Do you feel it, dear?"" I twist my hand some, wriggle it back and forth, allowing your love tunnel to adjust to my hand, or force it to, for that matter. ""Feel where I am?"" For an intent exploration, I drill my hand into you. Closed fingers slide father in your pussy as I wish to explore depths even your boyfriend—or girlfriend—hasn't. It's no longer only my little fingers, or my tiny hand, that I have pummelled into you, but part of my arm as well. ""Mmm, look at that."" I sing, using my free hand to the trace the faint outline of the other. To emphasise the fisting of your damp little flower, I begin to push it back and forth in you. There is no way to be gentle while doing this to you, really. So, I pick up the pace, in a way, punching your very inners, knocking on your pierced gates. I can go deeper too, if you don't know your place.
It depends on how kinky of a gal you are, but I intend to make you experience things you couldn't with a most darling partner. My fist grazes against the tender walls that surround it. This time, in the opposite direction, till I pull it out. After the thorough exploration of your pussy, I want to focus on a different part of your naked frame, wish to make you question why your breasts are hard despite what I do with you.
The graceful butt that lands on your belly isn't quite wide as I sit on you. Both of my hands glide up your upper body. And I'm sure you could guess which one used to fill you. Brushing past your ribs, they climb over your mounds. My fingers spread on your breasts. Like a baker, I start kneading those tempting doughs. Firm but tender, I squeeze your bare hills. They'll be my lying detectors, as tits don't lie.
""If you must know…"" Letting your nipples poke through the gap between my fingers, I tighten my grip on them, rubbing those nice breasts of yours in slowly drawn circles. ""…I've been imagining laying my hands on them since the moment you ordered me that drink."" I raise one of my hands, and sharply swing it back down in a slap. Grasping them from their bases next, I accentuate the pink peaks, shaking your mounds to have a feel of their heftiness. Another slap you can't see coming sweeps my left hand across your bust. At the end, I clutch them again, and draw my face closer to your orbs. Holding one of them like a rounded microphone, tip of my tongue repeatedly rubs against the nipple in rapid, upwards flicks. While licking this one, I attend to your other nipple as well with a lukewarm pinch. The clamps I'm planning to use on them require ample surface area to cling to, after all. So, I need those bits happy and stiff."
1012,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-11-21T22:39:00,Chrystal Dark,"I cry out as she pumps her fist in and out, deeper with each thrust until I can feel it against my cervix. She pauses, to trace a line on my belly, that tingles even as she is torturing me.Why me? Is the question I most desperately want an answer to. She approached me in that bar, as far as I can remember, chatted me up and asked me to buy her a drink. I should have refused, should have walked away... Hah, hindsight is always 20-20! I was bored, looking for something a little different...Well I certainly found that!
She's lucky my bladder is already empty. Even so a small trickle squeezes out from the rough treatment. It's not actually painful as such, now her arm is inside me, but it is extremely uncomfortable, like being constipated in the wrong hole... And there is this totally alien part of me that, when she stops, wants it to continue?
Then there;s a weight on my belly again, cloth covered, but it seems wet this time, maybe she's been sitting in the puddle between my legs? Do I really want an answer to that? Her hands slide up my ribs and one is wet and slimy while the other is smooth and dry. ""Hnnnk?"" but I've given up trying to make intelligible noises. ""AAAhhhh! HGAHH!"" the best I can manage as my boobs are brutally squeezed, the welts from their earlier punishment springing back to life instantly under her cruel fingers as she tells me she she has been wanting to do this since we met in the bar. I still can't remember her face. Dark glasses, long blonde hair and a vivid coloured lipstick atop black leather is all I can recall.
This is about ther most brutal thing she's done so far, roughly shaking and pummelling my ample breasts, slapping them hard, making me squeal in pain, punctuating a constant background whimpering that is coming from my throat in between ragged gasps of air. And then pain becomes pleasure as her tongue attacks one nipple while the slime-covered hand that I can still feel the echo of inside me pinched and twists the other nipple.
""Uuuuukuuuuug..."" I moan softly. That is just too ... enjoyable, even with the hand squashing the base of my boob. In fact the pain and humiliation and fear are all joining forces behind my libido and I am suddenly turned on far too much.No! No no no no... I am not enjoying this! I try to convince myself. But no matter what I say inside my head, my nipples and clit have hardened and my pussy is as wet as it's ever been.What next?I can't help wondering. Will she have her fun and let me go? I can only hope."
1013,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-11-22T17:08:00,PoppyRed,"Despite how it must seem from your rather limited perspective, we're still in the exploration phase of this occasion. It's still the part in which I get to learn more about my victim, find out her greatest weaknesses. If I know anything about girls such as you, and I know, I can tell that you rather like it when some attention is paid to those nice breasts of yours. You can't see it, but marks of my earlier treatment of them are still present over your mounds. There are some fingerprints too. My fingerprints, undoubtedly the consequence of the firm squeeze I've given to them. So, I lashed them, groped them, abused them. And they don't look unexcited.
You shouldn't blame yourself for your body's betrayal, really. Whenever I sit on a gal or guy, that just tends to happen: cocks get erect, and nipples poke out more. Although equally tempting to toy with, one of your nipples is luckier as I can only suck one of them at a time. As a few stray locks brush your chest, I open my mouth more and more. Following the contour of your orb, my lips slide down on it as I pull your breast into my mouth as much as I can. Like a firm ball of ice cream, I sample it. Pulling my head up makes my lips pucker as they slide back towards the peak. They squeeze that pink bit. My cheeks cave in while I suck on it. Pulling my face farther up, I stretch your nipple with my lips, until I eventually let it pop free. And I bet we've improved its stiffness and length.
""Oh, don't tell me that turns you on, little slut."" Not to give you an impression that I'll be gentle from now on, a sharply inflicted slap sweeps across your exposed bust. Sparing you the weight of my butt, I stand up. Another trip to the dresser, I suppose. Don't worry though, it won't take long. ""Silly me. I forgot. You can't tell me anything, can you?"" A snort mocks your restrained state, a steel chain twirling around my fingers. There's your favourite music again, clicks of my high heels.
Your belly becomes a seat for my bottom another time. Straddling you, I allow my slut to feel a dampness on her stomach again. No, I haven't been grinding myself against the puddle you yourself created. My knickers are just wet, thanks to your peril for the most part. ""I wonder if you'd prefer to see or talk."" As it lies on your body, somewhere below your chest, that thin, steel chain must feel cold against your bare skin, especially compared to the warmth of my body.
Your nipples already seem ready, but I cup your nice breasts another time, give them light squeezes to suggest that I'm hardly done with those enticing orbs. ""Difficult decision, right?"" Fondling of your bare breasts continues, my palms brushing against your nipples as I run them over your mounds. ""Don't worry. It's not yours to make."" One of my hands remains cling to one breast. Tightened fingers keep the tip pronounced.
There are two clips on both ends of the chain. Though, I'm sure I don't need to narrate that part. You know what they are, that I'll use them on your breasts. The part you should know that they're not for beginners, but for big little sluts like you, who like the bites hard. One of those strong jaws open as I pinch the clip. ""Mmm, there you go."" My fingers relax, but the clip tightens at the top of your breast. Like a little alligator, it bites your nipple. The opposite end of the chain rises up next. I align it with the next nipple, the same one that I sucked, and licked, and kissed. Padded metal jaws close on it, pinching it with the same intensity as its sister. The pins on the side allow me to adjust the firmness of the bite. I turn them. And the clamps tighten. Not all the way, but enough to double the strength of the pinch.
Both nipples clamped, the chain that connects your nipples sits loosely on your naked body. ""Alright, I've made my decision."" I push my head under the chain, drawing my face closer to yours. My soft breath falls on you as I look down. The other ends of the clamps poke my relatively more modest orbs too. My hands appear on each side of your face. Slowly, I pull your blindfold up, just high enough to reveal your eyes. The room is dim. And looks more like a gym than a shady basement. Though, you wouldn't be glancing around when I'm right above you.
The same little cheeky smile that led you here in the first place is present across my lips. My eyelashes brush the air as my gaze fell on your freshly clamped nipples. Personally, I find them lovelier in this squeezed state. My eyes once again meet yours. ""Oh, you don't likeme?"" I ask. If that's the case, I suppose I should pull myself away. When I raise my head, the chain that runs across the back of my neck tenses up. Pulling on your pink bits, it stretches them out. The pull is persistent, and I know it burns. It may be a good idea to find a way to express that you do like me, for that might attract me back down."
1014,Your Plaything,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/your-plaything.23074/,2021-12-04T22:16:00,Chrystal Dark,"I let out a loud groan as this sadistic bitch sucks hard on my nipple, somehow getting more of my breast in you mouth than I would have thought possible then pull it up, sucking it, pulling the blood up into the already hard nub in a way that actually hurts far more than I imagined it would, and yet the pain is firing the pleasure circuits in my head as though I've had some sort of short circuit.
If only it were that simple... I try imagining that I'm just a machine, made of plastic and metal and put together specifically for your pleasure, but the image fails before I can even get into it as you slap my boobs, and the fact that I am enjoying this treatment makes me even more disgusted with myself. The slap pulls me back to reality and I whimper softly, tears running down my face from under whatever is covering my eyes.
She comes back and her backside presses my belly again, and something icy cold on my skin makes me flinch. She asks a question and I know the answer I would give: I want to talk so I can spit in your face and curse you, your parents and grandparents to an eternity of suffering, while at the same time pleading and begging you to let me go. On the whole it would probably be better if you didn't remove the gag. But at the same time, if I've not seen your face, you can let me go and I won't identify you to police.
Although my scream of pain would be louder if you did. Unable to see, I have no idea what the cold line of metal is, nor what it has at the ends, so the sudden harsh bite on my nipple is both agonising and unexpected, I wonder if it's your teeth, if you plan to bite my nipple off, but you are still talking and your voice is higher up. and the pressure doesn't get worse, but stays at unbearable. I feel the line of cold metal move again and remember it moving before the bite on my nipple. Sudden awareness of what it is makes me whimper in anticipation even before the crocodile jaws close on the more sensitive of the two buds, the one you sucked on, which is already tingling and craving attention.
Knowing what to expect from the second one just makes it worse. I scream again, then subside into whimpers. Scream again as both clamps tighten.
I feel her face push through my cleavage as her weight presses down evenly on me now, and the cold weight of what I assume is a chain connecting the clamps disappears, lifted up. Suddenly there is bright, blinding light. I screw my eyes closed and then blink a few times as my eyes adjust and the light fades to something much more manageable. And I see her face, that smile I remember as it offered me the glass that had the drug in it. Memory floods back, how she flirted with me, and I told her I wasn't interested, her apologising and offering to buy me a drink to make it up to me, and me, foolishly, accepting... At least that's how I remember the evening. I'm sure the bitch has a totally different recollection of the events.
These thoughts pull my eyebrows towards each other, furrowing the bridge of my nose, and my eyes narrow. And suddenly she is pulling away, when it seemed she had been on the verge of kissing me. Her expression looks hurt as if I have just paid her a crushing insult. Fot the first time I see the chin around the back of her neck leading down t those two excruciatingly painful clamps. That are tugged upwards, stretching the flesh of my breasts and causing a groan of agony.
Of course I don't like her, she drugged and kidnapped me and is making a twelve course banquet out of raping me, but... I need her to come back down and not tear my nipples off... I force myself to let out a soft, endearing little whimper, fluttering my eyelids and half closing them in the hope that it looks as sexy on me as it does on those internet porn stars. And I force myself to smile at you as best I can around the gag, pulling my cheeks up at least."
1015,ѕolαr Eclιpѕe,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/%D1%95ol%CE%B1r-ecl%CE%B9p%D1%95e.23612/,2022-12-13T22:40:00,Solaris-,"
The Sun and the Moon were created by the two creator gods as their first-born children. The celestial bodies they were given were born from the very solarflares and moonbeams respectively. Over time, the Moon grew jealous of the the Sun was worshiped endlessly by the humans that they watched over. They never got the same praise and love. The Moon knew that in order to receive the same love and praise, they would have to get rid of their problem- the Sun.
If they killed the Sun, then their dreams of becoming the favorite would be realized; they were sure of it!
So, what kept them from pulling the trigger this whole time? From bashing the Sun's face in?
Perhaps it was their infectious smile; their radiant personality? Maybe the Moon wanted to get to know the Sun first. To better gauge their enemy. They only knew one thing for certain: they wanted to make the sun feel helpless, like they had felt all this time.
ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ
-I'm currently looking for a partner who is willing to post at least 3-10 paragraphs per post. More is always great and loved, but quality over quantity is desired. -Just as a cautionary forewarning, I am red/green colorblind, and would ask any potential partners to refrain from using red colored text in their post. -No flowerpot characters. Make a character who is a real person with a spine please. Not just one who looks pretty and does nothing. -There may or may not be smut involved in this thread, but that shouldn't be the expectation for this plot. I would like our characters to have some chemistry if and when they go to bed together. - For photos, I prefer art/drawn/illustrations rather than real photos. If you need help with photos, I'd be more than happy to help! -This was written with a female/female pairing in mind, but can easily be adapted to fit a male/male or even NB/NB one. -All my characters a switches, and can fit either or both roles when it comes to smut. That just depends on whoever joins. -I would greatly prefer to play the Sun role in this RP."
1016,ѕolαr Eclιpѕe,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/%D1%95ol%CE%B1r-ecl%CE%B9p%D1%95e.23612/,2023-01-26T08:13:00,ScarletAquarius,"Name: Faye
Character: Moon
Gender: Female
Other: Long silver hair, Ice blue eyes, Pale skin. Loves the lighter colors and wears a light blue tunic most days
Faye stared at the sun, growing angrier and angrier as the humans worshipped her even more than herself. The angrier that Faye became, the more the moon itself changed, until eventually the moon had faces. Possibly the only thing that humans appreciated was the stars and their pretty constalations.
Faye began pacing about her room muttering to herself as always when she was angry. Then she came up with a plan.
'I'll write a letter' Faye thought.
So Faye sat at her quartz desk and began writing. 'My dearest Sun, please accept my invitation to meet me upon Earth. For to long we have fought against you. Maybe it's time to put our differences aside and start being friends. I am very sorry for being jealous. I only wish to be as praised as you. Please accept my heartfelt apologies.
Moon Godess, Faye'
After Faye wrote the letter, she sent it and hoped that it would work. For days she waited for a reply and was beginning to loose hope until a mysterious letter appeared."
1017,ѕoυl ѕeαrcнιɴɢ,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/%D1%95o%CF%85l-%D1%95e%CE%B1rc%D0%BD%CE%B9%C9%B4%C9%A2.23522/,2021-11-05T09:40:00,Solaris-,"
There have been stories for ages about soulmates. They have a bond so strong that not even death can keep them from one another. Each time they're born, they're drawn to each other. Life-time after lifetime they've been able to find each other no matter what it took, no matter the cost...
And each time they die, they're reborn. A new body, a new identity, but the same timeless soul.
What happens when one of them suddenly doesn't remember the other, or how to find them? A hundred life-times of memories, gone, locked away in the brain where they could not access them. How do you convince someone that they were made to be with you, that without each other neither of them are really complete?
ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ
-I'm currently looking for a partner who is willing to post at least 2+ paragraphs per post. More is always great and loved, but quality over quantity is desired.
-Just as a cautionary forewarning, I am red/green colorblind, and would ask any potential partners to refrain from using red colored text in their post.
-No flowerpot characters. Make a character who is a real person with a spine please. Not just one who looks pretty and does nothing.
-There may or may not be smut involved in this thread, but that shouldn't be the expectation for this plot. I would like our characters to have some chemistry if and when they go to bed together.
-My life is very busy, so I'm not looking for super quick replies. I'm happy with a post every few days or so, but I always aim to reply fairly quickly so as to not keep people waiting.
- For photos, I prefer art/drawn/illustrations rather than real photos.
-I have a heavy preference for homosexual pairings whether m/m or f/f, but wouldn't be opposed to m/f I suppose. It just isn't my preference. I prefer to play male characters. All of my characters are a heavy switch lean, but I can do both roles or either depending upon my partner. Characters and subplots can be discussed. I would prefer to keep this thread clean until the rp starts so please PM me.
She could still hear the braying of the hounds, which was strange because she hadn't been there when her father had fallen from his horse in the middle of the forest. His new mare had startled, too green to the concept of the excitable hounds as they ran between her hooves, barking and howling as they tracked the fox her father and his friends had hunted that fateful autumn afternoon. He had fallen over a small precipice, tumbled down a steep, craggy wall. Hit his head. That's what his friends had said, although Fallon barely remembered that frantic conversation. Her vision had turned into a tunnel where only her father's lifeless body waited on the other side, her ears filled with a sharp ringing and the rush of her own blood.
The days that had followed were a blur. Fallon barely remembered any of it until the moment the carriage pulled up to the ornate estate of her mother's cousins. Mina and Eugene were... Well, Fallon had no idea what kind of people they were because she didn't remember them either. They had not visited her parents since she was a young child, before her mother had passed away of the lung ailment that ultimately took her life. Yet in her hour of need, they had swept in, offering to manage her parents' home and land until she was feeling well enough to do so herself. Would she ever? How was she supposed to recover from losing not one, but both of her parents? What would she do with that large manor home that would now seem entirely too empty? She couldn't bear to think about it.
Nor could she bear to spend too much time indoors. Mina was apt to drive her to tears, reminiscing memories of her parents, and Eugene could drive a person to tears for the sake of boredom alone. So Fallon escaped to the outdoors every chance she got, walking among the gardens, traversing the hedge maze until it no longer seemed so labyrinthine. Even on days like today, when the sky overhead frothed with gray clouds indicative of an oncoming rain, Fallon meandered the maze.
Dressed in a black dress void of the embellishments Mina's wardrobe seemed so fond of, the garment's high neck and long sleeves protected Fallon from the chill. The bodice was embroidered with black velvet appliques, the sleeves split up to the elbow so as to attest to some manner of wealth without being overbearing. Her hair was left down, the blonde tresses hanging down to her lower back. She carried with herself a book, some collection of children's stories her father had gifted her after her mother had passed, and then read to her from every night following until she was sixteen. In her other hand, Fallon twirled one of the roses from Mina's garden, the stem meticulously clipped of its thorns.
Her head was slightly bowed, watching her feet as she walked, and Fallon's thoughts were submerged deep in her sorrow when the bolt of white caught her eye. Lifting her head, she thought for a moment she might have imagined whatever she'd noticed in her peripheral, until again something ran past an opening in the hedges. A rabbit, she realized. Its white fur brilliant against the dark green of the garden and its red eyes all the more noticeable for the sake of its fur. Stranger still was simply the fact that it stood on its hind legs and moved around on them with such balance it was uncanny. Almost human-like. Yet the strangest thing of all was the waistcoat and jacket the creature wore, the golden rings in its ears and the spectacles atop its nose.
""Hello there,"" Fallon said lamely, absolutely baffled. The rabbit twitched its nose and clicked its teeth before it gave a hard thump against the ground with one of its hind legs. It peered at her a moment before making a small chittering sound and hopping away - this time on all fours as a rabbit should. Bewildered and with nothing else to do, Fallon found herself hurrying after the strange rabbit that looked for all the world like it was a child's toy more so than a living beast. It led her through the maze, keeping several yards ahead of her but pausing every now and then to look over its shoulder at her. Fallon swore it was making sure she continued to follow it, which only piqued her curiosity more. So much so, in fact, that she hardly realized where it was leading her.
In the center of the maze stood a tall evergreen bush that rose several feet over Fallon's own head and was manicured into the shape of a rabbit that looked markedly similar to the white rabbit she'd followed. The same of which now led her around to the front of the shrub rabbit and then disappeared altogether.
There was a hole in the ground, Fallon realized. A rather large one, actually. ""Mina will not be happy about this,"" she muttered under her breath as she crouched before it, peering down into the ground and wondering what on earth had caused such a thing. ""Hello?"" She called without really knowing why, hearing her own voice echo back. Shifting the rose to the same hand that held the book, Fallon braced her now free hand against the ground beside the hole, leaning down to hopefully see farther in. What she did not notice was the root unfurling from the dirt, slithering across to her hand slowly before abruptly wrapping about her wrist and tugging. Fallon barely had the chance to scream before she was falling, plummeting down through a tunnel that opened up around her. Before her eyes, the entrance to the hole grew smaller and smaller and for a moment all she could think about was the day her father had died. Her vision had tunneled then too. She could hear it, that ringing in her ears, the rush of her blood. She was falling, and this time it was for real.
She didn't remember hitting the ground. The world enclosed around her and went black, taking her with it.
When she woke, a soft groan emitted from between her parted lips and a small throbbing pain in the back of her head, it was to not at all what she expected. A wide, round eye peered down a yellow and black beak, blinking curiously. A scream caught in her throat and Fallon sat up, pushing away from what she realized now was a giant bird covered in brilliantly blue feathers. The bird squawked, flapping its wing as it jumped away from her on its tall, spindly legs. With now a few feet of comfortable space between them, Fallon and the bird regarded each other with surprise and no small measure of distrust. The bird - she had no idea what sort of bird the ridiculous creature was - twitched its head back and forth to stare at her from either eye. It shuffled its wings, shifted its weight back and forth on its feet, and released another, quieter squawk.
""What... What are you?"" Fallon breathed, slowly pushing herself up to her feet, brushing off the emerald debris from her dress. On the ground near where she had fallen, was her book - the rose nowhere to be seen. Hastily, she picked it up and brushed it off as well.
""That,"" said a voice from somewhere behind her. ""Is the Dodo bird."" Startled, Fallon whirled to face the voice and watched as the white rabbit from before emerged from between waxy green leaves. ""And you,"" the rabbit went on while Fallon reeled over the appearance of a talking animal, ""must come with me, my dear.""
""I'm not particularly inclined to go anywhere with you,"" Fallon replied, voice quiet, distracted as she slowly scanned her strange surroundings. Trees towered toward the sky, their trunks strange shades of black and blue and green, some of them striped and speckled, covered in orange lichen. Their leaves looked velvety or waxy, and some of them bore red fruit unlike any she had ever seen before - in life or illustration. Fuzzy vines hung over branches, swaying slightly despite there being no breeze. Only then did she hear the faint, lyrical humming emanating from somewhere nearby. ""What is that?"" She asked softly, looking back to the rabbit.
""The flowers,"" he said so easily she almost didn't think about how flowers shouldn't make any sound at all. ""Now please, Miss Fallon, you must follow me. They'll know you're here and it would be better if you-""
""Who are you?"" Fallon asked. ""How do you know my name? And how is it possible for a rabbit to talk?""
The rabbit sighed, shoulders slumping while his red eyes flicked frantically from side to side. ""I am the White Rabbit, my dear, and I think you'll find a talking rabbit who knows your name to be the least strange thing about Underland.""
Fallon squinted slightly. ""Underland? What is that?""
""This is that,"" the White Rabbit answered, gesturing to the forest around them. He was losing patience. ""Underland is what surrounds you.""
""How did I-?""
""Miss Fallon!"" The White Rabbit exclaimed, startling her again. Fallon drew back a step, clutching her book tightly to her chest. ""Please,"" the Rabbit continued, an apologetic gentleness to his tone. ""We must go.""
""Go where?"" She insisted, only to be interrupted by the sound of marching feet. Behind her, the Dodo released a fearful cry and scampered away into the underbrush. ""That can't be good..."" Fallon muttered under her breath, watching the retreating, awkward bird.
""No, it isn't,"" the White Rabbit agreed in a mumble.
Breaking forth from a path she hadn't noticed before, was a small convoy of men. Dressed in embroidered, playing card livery and carrying spears and shields, the troop came to a uniform halt in front of Fallon before splitting to form a circle around her. ""Intruder!"" One of the soldiers called in a deep voice and all the others repeated the word in unison after him. ""Come with us, intruder! For your punishment!"" The first soldier called.
""Punishment?"" Fallon exclaimed, bewildered and wondering if this wasn't some dream. Perhaps she had fallen and hit her head, and this was all the imaginings of her unconscious mind. ""What punishment do I deserve for accidentally falling down a hole?""
""Gentlemen, gentlemen!"" The White Rabbit called, pushing past their legs to stand beside Fallon. The soldiers immediately lowered their spears, aiming the nefariously sharp points at the two. Fallon gasped, spine rigid and eyes wide. ""There is no need for such barbarism!"" The Rabbit went on. ""Put your weapons away! Miss Fallon will go with you willingly.""
She grimaced. ""I will?"" Fallon whispered down to the Rabbit, glancing at him furtively from her peripheral. Eyeing the spear aimed directly at her face, she reached up to lightly press her fingertip to the point, directing it slowly away from her.
""If you don't want to be run through,"" the White Rabbit whispered harshly back.
""If those are my only options, it seems my choice is made then,"" she grumbled.
The soldiers withdrew their weapons, drawing back into their ramrod posture. ""Come with us, intruder,"" the lead soldier commanded before the circle turned as one and began to march forward. Glancing again at the White Rabbit and left with no other choice than to let herself be herded along with the soldiers, Fallon grit her teeth. She had more questions than answers, her heart racing with fright. If this was a dream, she hoped she woke up soon.
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1021,ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵉ // 80s supernatural fantasy .,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/%E1%B6%9C%E1%B5%92%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%89%E1%B5%90%E1%B5%96%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%98%E1%B5%92%E1%B5%98%CB%A2-%E1%B5%9B%E2%81%B1%CA%B3%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%98%E1%B5%89-80s-supernatural-fantasy.26877/,2023-01-16T12:54:00,morningstar,"
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hi there ヾ (´ ∀ `): it's me, star. i'm currently opening up a roleplay concept that involves a lot of my favorite themes ;; vampires and other supernatural creatures, the eighties, a murder mystery, and a lot of fun dynamics. I'm looking for one to two people to join and add their intriguing OCs to this plot. so, without further ado, here's the storyline !!
the city of sunfield does not hold up to its name. it's dingy, and dangerous and often smog fills the sky and makes it a ghastly gray. the city is also home to a multitude of supernatural creatures that flourish under this structure. however, there is a thin balance for everything. a current of discontent has begun to fill the air as humans begin to question the violence that has sprung up within the past several years. there was little to fear until one of the oldest vampires in sunfield was found dead in his penthouse apartment by his coven. bent on revenge, the coven tried to investigate. fear grew as more well-known supernatural creatures were found dead in their homes. humans and supernatural creatures quickly learned to look over their shoulders, to keep their heads down, and not bring any notice as the number of murders rose. this roleplay is centered on the detective agency and its agents who are hired to find the murderer who is killing the most established supernatural creatures. we would follow the characters as they delve into the hidden crevices of sunfield and the secrets it holds.
my main oc ( &/or ocs if you want to double ) that I'll be playing is a vampire named nesryn tóth who is one of the leading detectives on the case. despite his reservations, he is tasked to work alongside a rookie ( or senior, that's your choice !! ) detective to discover the identity of this vicious killer.
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1022,ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵉ // 80s supernatural fantasy .,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/%E1%B6%9C%E1%B5%92%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%89%E1%B5%90%E1%B5%96%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%98%E1%B5%92%E1%B5%98%CB%A2-%E1%B5%9B%E2%81%B1%CA%B3%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%98%E1%B5%89-80s-supernatural-fantasy.26877/,2023-02-09T09:22:00,morningstar,"
nesryn tóth — the tired detective .
Mood: Unamused. || Location: His office at the agency.
Death brought questions to people. The most obvious, it seemed, was how it had occurred. Had it been kind or had it been painful? Was it calm or was it gruesome? Was it involuntary or had someone's hands been the cause of a soul's destruction? These questions were ones that were often solved at the Sunfield detective agency. It was a higher-salaried position at the Sunfield police station, a disorderly brick building that had been set in the center of the city some odd fifty years ago. There was an expectation in the precinct -- one that included humans and supernatural creatures alike.
You stick to yours and I'll stick to mine.
Nesryn knew supernatural creatures were entirely classified from the outside world -- save his fellow officers and detectives. Yet, the distinctions between his profession and a human were extremely varied. Supernatural crimes were often placed in his lap, an expectation after the seven years he had spent working there. Creatures of the night tended to be more violent and more methodical in their crimes than any human could be. It was easy to recognize -- especially with the increase of violence that had sprung up within the last few weeks.
Nesryn Tóth sat in his desk chair, his head resting in his palm as he took a sip from his coffee cup. The ice clinked together as he set it aside, slim fingers brushing through the sheets of paper spread across his desk. He had been given a new assignment that morning. One that spoke of a killer with intent. Several of the murders of note had been from the more well-known supernatural families within the city. A cousin here, an uncle there -- a vampire here, a werewolf there. All deaths had been gruesome and with each new body that rolled into the morgue, the less likely it was to identify them besides their DNA or their teeth.
He had been instructed by his lieutenant to await his partner before he looked over the files. However, he hadn't been able to help himself. Long lashes brushed over his dark cheeks as he took in the words, completely consumed by one of the cases. The intent behind it, the lack of evidence, the unidentified suspect, and the total inability to pinpoint a probable cause. It seemed whoever was behind this spree had kept their intent close to their chest.