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Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Feeling himself being pulled back in for another kiss, Alex could only nod and blush hard at what she whispered to him. Okay... He murmured, trying not to show just how awkward and turned on her felt at the same time. More clothes? Alex piped up, smiling broadly as he turned to hug her. But before anything could be done he was forced out of his ponytail, his hair attacked by the girl before him. Ow! Marion! That hurts! He exclaimed, trying to back away. Instead, Alex forgot he was in heels briefly and with a sudden shocked look on his face he fell to the floor. Ouch... Maybe that hurt more.. he groaned, holding a hand out. Please can I get some help?
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

No. Now stay still! Taking advantage of his position she climbed astride him, legs either side as she hung onto him with one hand and brushed vigorously with the other. Finally, leaning back to look, she nodded. There we go. Ponytails are cute and all, but that's a bit prettier. If we do this often we'll have to look at a wig, or even a more feminine haircut. She flashed another teasing smile, grinding against him a bit, then finally stood and pulled him up. Now... walk for me. Up and down, I want to see how you walk in those heels. She pointed imperiously at the ground, then flopped back on the bed to watch him.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Feeling his girlfriend getting on top of him, Alex gritted his teeth as she started on his hair again, trying not to move lest she only make the pain worse for him. The fact that she was still teasing him by grinding against him, Alex grinned before feeling Marion get up off him. Okay... I'd rather have the haircut. Wigs just don't seem right, he grinned before being told to do something yet again. Marion hadn't been this bossy before, maybe it had something to do with the whole finding out Alex dressed as a woman sometimes thing. Either way, he kind of liked the idea of Marion bossing him around. Trying to walk as femininely as he could, Alex walked back and forth in front of Marion. Is that alright? he asked, turning on the spot, trying to avoid falling over again.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

No no no! Look, like this! She jumped in front of him, grabbing his hands and putting them on her hips so he could feel how she moved. You see... you have to like shift your weight onto the heel, so it kinda makes your whole hip shift sideways. Like this, feel? She moved forward on tiptoe, as if she were wearing heels. Her hip shifted under his hand, soft warmth moving against his fingertips. There, see? That's why they're sexy, cos of the way you have to wiggle to walk on them. Also, they make your butt look good. She slapped his to punctuate the point, then stood back to watch again.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Feeling shamed at just how much Marion was putting down his walk, Alex focused on her hips beneath his fingers, watching them wiggle side to side trying not to stare at her butt too much. Nodding to the advice, and trying not to let his showing appreciation for the demonstration become too evident beneath his dress, Alex smiled to the slap on his butt. Concentrating now, Alex took a step forward, trying to shift his weight on the heel and thereby his hip to the side. With each step he took a brief moment to take the next to be sure he was doing it right before turning round and walking back with slightly more confidence. Was that any better Marion? he asked, eager to please her in any way he could.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Mmm, much better. Didn't it feel more stable? She bounced over to him, clearly having fun, and gave him a rewarding kiss, tongue flicking between his lips. After all, I don't want you falling down some stairs and breaking your pretty neck. She giggled, pressing against him, hands sliding down his back to cup and caress his bottom through the dress. Now, we have three things we can do right now. We can go to the mall and buy you some more pretty things... or, we could go to my place and work on getting rid of the body hair... or, you could take my clothes off and practice one of the most important duties of a pretty girl like you. Namely, taking care of your girlfriends needs. She grinned lasciviously, squeezing his butt hard.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Even though the kiss was short it took Alex's breath away. If he knew Marion would be like this by him putting some clothes on he may have just revealed this to her a very long time ago. The attention to his backside was something Marion hadn't really done before either and it was certainly something Alex was enjoying. As she pressed herself close, Alex could feel his evident pleasure pressed between the both of them while Marion continued squeezing his butt. Um.. Alex really couldn't think too straight at the moment. All he could think about was Marion's hands and her body pressed close to his. I don't mind... Pick whatever would make you happy. Maybe do a couple of things? he asked, hoping to just keep her happy and obviously excited about him as she was now.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

If I'd wanted to pick myself, I would have done so, she said sternly, one of the fondling hands lifting to deliver a solid slap to his butt, before returning to fondling him. Since you're not helping, then I guess I'll have to decide... She pushed him back, taking a step back herself, and lifted her arms to either side. Undress me, she said, clearly and pointedly.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Alex could still feel his butt stinging a little as she returned to fondling him. The sting continued as she pushed him back and began ordering him around once more. I'm sorry... he murmured quietly for making her angry. As she stood before him, it took Alex a second to realise what she was asking for him. Since when was Marion so forward? Okay... Alex stuttered, feeling totally out of his normal comfort zone. Though he wouldn't admit it publicly, but he was enjoying it. With a smile, Alex took a step forward, making sure to exaggerate to movement in his hips as much as possible before placing his hands on his girlfriends waist, gently letting his fingers glide down to the bottom of her top. Gently, teasingly, Alex lifted the material up, making sure his fingers brushed against the skin of her stomach and chest as he did so. Lifting the material up over her head, he briefly lean forward to kiss her lips, before letting his hands run down the back of her body, his fingertips running along the length of her spine. Reaching the material of the clothes separating the air from her legs, Alex hooked his fingers so they just reached inside, running his fingers round to begin unbuttoning the material. With a look up and a smile, Alex slipped the material down her legs, moving himself down with the material. Reaching her legs he kissed up her legs, kissing up her stomach and chest as well to reach her lips, letting her step out of the material at her feet herself. Was that alright? he asked, smiling a little.
Thread: Playing Dressup (Qedesha and karthanian)

Marion let her eyes close as she enjoyed the attentions, flicking her own hair back luxuriantly as he kissed her legs and stomach, reaching to caress and cradle his head as she returned his kiss. Good girl, she murmured with a teasing grin as she stepped out of the pile of her clothes, standing naked before him, posing for a brief moment before stepping back to hop backwards onto the bed. She slid back till her head was on the pillow, legs lifted and spread to face him. Her slit, shaven smooth as silk and twinkling with arousal, quivered at him as she beckoned with one finger, then pointed at herself. Get that pretty mouth working, she commanded.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Author's Note From this point, when a character speaks in German, it will be typed in English and highlighted as dimgray . Occasionally German may sneak into the posts, however. Reinthaller was almost surprised to find a struggle in the man - boy? Thing? - that was clenched in his hand. Granted, the strength was scarcely enough to move the Private, but enough to force him to acknowledge that Levy was very much alive - and wasn't that a shame? Another goddamn Jew, the last thing the world needed. He held fast, holding onto the back of the little neck, holding him down, keeping his head under and watching the bubbles stream up to the surface of the water, pop, pop, popping. Soon enough, the stream was reduced to a few measly bubbles, and though Reinthaller wasn't sure why he did it, he released Levy, wrenching him up out of the water and shoving his drenched form down onto the shore. He tore the gag out of the Jew's mouth, tossing it aside - it dissappeared into the shadows that were creeping up around them with the collapse of the sun, and the radius of light seemed to be reduced only to the shore now, encircling them like the spotlight on some sick stage show of life. But there was no audience here. He stared down at Levy then the man was wheezing and spitting out water that had climbed its way through his sinuses and down his throat, he had probably even swallowed some of it, and the water running from the corner of his mouth was mixing with blood from a cut, creating a stream of pink from swollen lips. Heat stirred deep inside of him Wiligut was yards away and no one would be stupid enough to come out into Bois de Bolougne this late unless they had a death wish. Up . he snapped, tugging Levy into a sitting position, crouching beside him, dark eyes scrolling over him again, from hair to knees, taking in the torn clothes and the cuts and scrapes, adding You look the part, Jew .
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Frantic bubbles faded alongside panicked convulsions in what seemed to be the inevitable last few moments of the captives life the struggle to stay alive lessening with each bubble that made its way to the now distraught surface the lake. They hadnt held him under this long beforeThe superior officers fingers wrenching the back of his neck, barking questions in his water-logged ears before shoving him back into the murky stream. There were no questions nowOnly the distant sound of the waterfall, and those little, pathetic bubbles.. Poppoppopping His fingers had relaxed from their fists, or rather, the strength to retain them was lost. A sudden exhale released a more steady stream, perhaps a resign of his fate, had been released the moment before he was jolted back and forced down against the soft grass on the shore. Aarons sopping tresses clung against his neck, across his face as he spurted out a mixture of water and snot. His jaws ached gratefully as the gag was discarded. Inhaling sharply, he coughed, a fit of frenzied pants as his broken lips pursed, sucking in the damp air of the evening. His small chest quivering, barely able to take in the amount of breath he was trying to capture in his weighted lungs. Airsweet air Life. When he was forced to his knees, Aaron felt as if water was sloshing around in his head. Those pretty blue-green eyes rolled back for a moment, his shoulders jerking as he heaved a watery, pink tinted bile onto the ground before him Thankfully, missing the soldier entirely.. He swallowed, though it burned awfully. His face twisted in anguish as he forced his saliva down his own throat, trying to coat it..ease the singed lining whilst suppressing another expel. I..I dont The words trailed off, a fleeting though meant for inner dialogue, pushed past those pretty lips in a moment of recovering delirium.. The Jewish boy turned his head, staring between strands of his dark hair up at the soldier who peered at him studiously.. I have told youmy name. He swallowed hard, his mouth left agape somewhat as his shoulders sank. His breath steadying slowly as he knelt beneath the weeping tree I havenothing else..
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Reinthaller's young face was twisted into something unpleasant as he watched Aaron - over and over, he could hear die Fuhrer shouting furiously, pounding his fist on the podium For us there are only two possibilities either we remain German, or we come under the thumb of the Jews. That had been back in 1921, long before Reinthaller had been born - but he had read the transcripts, heard the recordings, had it drilled into his head time and time again in training camp, back when he had been a snot-nosed kid. They would be victorious over the Jews. And look at them now - this was what they were reduced to, crawling around in the dirt, sleeping beneath bridges, caving under the steel toe of Hitler's army, necks bare and just waiting for the German soldier's knife. Not for the first time, Reinthaller felt a surge of power overcome him as he looked at the pathetic creature in front of him - there was no pity, only the knowledge that Levy was at his mercy. He could hurt him, dispose of him, and no one would care - no one would look for the Jew, his life was reduced to this, to now. Reinthaller rose, standing over Levy, no longer a young soldier, but more monster than man, a uniform and a medal and a symbol of white and black and red. He pulled his sidearm from it's holster and the Walther gleamed in the dying sunlight he reached out and gripped a handful of Aaron's hair, tugging it hard and forcing his head back - he pushed the barrel of the gun into the Jew's mouth, Clean the barrel, kike. He spat out.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

And so the monster rose as the sun set behind him. Demonic wings spread out with the shadows. Features twisting into otherworldly shapes in the darkness.. Perhaps the Commandant had flashed the headlights, or perhaps some inner predator that lingered within the tainted soul of the German soldier made his eyes glow so eerily beneath the willows canopy The slight creaking sound of finely tailored leather made Aarons tongue suddenly feel very dry. A slight breeze signaled the soft sprinkle of the rain droplets that had gathered above. Pattering lightly against the distinguished jacket of the man who had so suddenly stood before his kneeling captive. His throat no longer scorched, but now felt horribly numb as the barrel of the soldiers pistol forced its way between his lips, penetrating its way almost to the very back, causing the boy to gag and recoil..but it was pushed deeper, threatening to twist its way down further to release an unwanted load down his aching esophagus should he choose not comply... The taste of steel was more bitter than blood..A pungent, almost rusty tint to the flavor of the underside of the barrel that had settled itself on the top of Aarons tongue. The slender Jew cowered at the command, his heart practically leaping into his throat to coax on a second expel of sick.. Desperate times in Luxembourg had called for worse deeds than deep-throating a gun At least this time, he might not have to wake up with the memoriesor the guilt. Shutting his eyes tightly, Aaron entwined his fingers behind his back..A shuddered breath escaping his nose as he brought his mouth down half the length of the gun, his tongue caressing against the sidestaying far away from the trigger.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

The Private's eyes stayed pinned on Levy, watching as he stiffly obeyed the command he had been given, leaning forward and taking the barrel of the Walther partly into his mouth, tonguing it, This gun killed a Jew once already today. Reinthaller hissed out, fisting his hand harder in Aaron's dark mane, and he yanked the man's head further down the barrel, then back again, before he held the Jew in place. He moved his index finger onto the trigger pointedly, the little piece of metal adjusting in its housing but not depressing. His hand shifted away from Aaron's hair and down to his jaw, gripping it hard, fingers and thumb pressing into the hinges of his jaw to force it open wider and he began to move the gun back and forth, in and out of Aaron's mouth, watching the saliva gleam along the cold metal surface, fucking his mouth with it. It will kill many more, with your kiss on it. he added, before suddenly barking out, Open your goddamn eyes!
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Aarons eyes wrenched tightly together as the German hissed. The mans fingers gnarled, digging within the boys long hair, guiding him lewdly up and down the length of the gun. The sound of his saliva slicking as he was forced down upon the barrel. He could hear the soldiers fingers moving, teasingly tapping against the trigger... Taunting... Tormenting . A grunt stifled in his throat as Reinthallers hand forced his jaw into a more accommodating holster for his gun pathetic enough in its sound to resemble a womans breathy moan. His lips were trembling around the steel cylinder Adams apple bobbing in anxiety in that slender throat.. He couldnt open his eyes He wouldn't.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

The site of the gun clicked against Aarons front teeth at it was quickly withdrawn chipping carelessly at the white enamel. He drew his lips inward, whimpering as his jaws began to sting from being forced open for so long..pain soon replaced by the impact of the soldiers hand against his bruised cheek, a blow he could have prepared for had he opened his eyes Consequences Everything had them.. Aarons pearly teeth had bit down harshly against his splitting lips, deeply..almost entirely though those pouted petals, cracking open any moderately healed wounds and sending blood seeping forth as if he had bitten into a raw steak. Streams of scarlet staining those pretty lips, trickling down that slender chin. The Jew recoiled, gagging even before the well lubricated gun was forced back inside of his mouth. His entire body buckled as his throat fought to take the entirety of the gun, his tongue quivering as it dropped to as far down as it could, fearful to twitch anywhere near the trigger Though he could end this humiliation now if he did so.. This was just the final torture of the cat before devouring the mouse for supper.. That night had surely been his last sunset. The numbness in Aarons throat seemed to spread throughout his body as the German again barked his orders, frustration dripping from every word at the Jews disobedience. Slowly, those viridian orbs opened once again. Bloodshot and strained beneath thick black lashes, Aarons gaze crawled up the height of the man until once again they were deadlocked Staring death in the face, was certainly a memorable end One which only the soldier before him would bear witness to..and be forever haunted by those wide, seraphic eyes that narrowed ever so slightly, even with the cold mouth of a gun menacingly violating the depths of his throat...
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Watching the gun withdrawal from his lips, coated with a thick phlemy mixture of blood and saliva, was almost surreal. For a moment he saw himself, through the eyes of that snickering German soldier, looking down at himself as the dripping barrel pointed at his foreheadready to unload, perhaps. He wanted to shut his eyes, Take in one final breath before resigning to his fate But the hand of the soldier did not move to where he had anticipatedNot by any means. Aarons lip twitched slightly, swallowing heavily the curdled remains of what lubricated the gun with a deep, shuddered snort. He exhaled, whimpering softly as his mouth hung agapeToo sore to close again without encouraging those fingertip bruises painted along his slender jaw line to start throbbing more noticeably. The smell of stale sweat wafted its way inside of Aarons nostrils when the buttons were undone, though he kept very stillThe gun not too far from his head to make shrinking back his last action.. A soldier whom would force a defenseless prisoner to his knees in preparation for such an act, would mostly likely not be opposed to using said prisoners freshly dead corpse to finish the job without the irritation of resistance. Aaron had shut his eyes again, absentmindedly. Anticipating as much as one could, an unfamiliar taste about to be forced upon thembut nothing came. A sudden cry caused the Jews eyes to snap open again, glimmering in the dimming sun as he watched the German soldier jolt to the side. The willow tree letting forth another cascade of rain as a blur of gray whizzed across Aarons eyes, colliding with the Germans face, sending him crumpling to the ground with a guttural heave. The mans twisted face further marred, blood streaming from his nose as he tried to regain his composure, eyes slightly widening upon gazing at what had pelted him with two seemingly small boulders, or very large rocks.. A man. A very tall man with a distinguished, smug expression seemingly plastered upon his face, holding another large projectile in one hand, and something that was dripping with blood in the other..The way the suns red rays haloed around his silhouette gave the man an almost otherworldly presenceAn intimidating one, if nothing else. Aaron had noticed the once-over he had been given initially, how the other had been seemingly unfazed at first upon seeing him thereUnderstandably so, as the soldier wasnt exactly dead yet. But the second time the foreigners features repelled, as if he had seen something horrific that at the moment Aaron was oblivious too. Aw..Dirty fuckin natzee English. Another rock, this time impacting with a shattering sound as several teeth propelled from the soldiers mouth. The American walked over, and with a swift, heavy sweep of his boot the soldier stilled And Aaron knelt there, not far from the two still, and very still. Bloody lips quivering, slim cheeks swollen with bruises sore eyes glistening, staring at the man much like one would stare at the apparition of some vengeful spirit come forth from the fade to see justice handled properly It was a wonder the boy had not fainted.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

For a moment, Aldo was still, motionless as a statue as he stared down at the wheezing form of Reinthaller, watching the way the uniform still held it's starch against the dirt. Frn Jden, frn Amerikaner schwein, Reinthaller uttered between gasps for breath, and Aldo cocked his head to the side, Now, I don't speak me much Ger-man, but I'm pretty sure I know what that one meant. he said, gesturing at Reinthaller with an index finger, An' it'd be-hoove ya t'shut your trap . He punctuated the last word with another kick and this time something cracked against the toe of his boot, causing the soldier to let out a shriek of agony - oh, sweet music to a Tennessee ear. Aldo chewed on his cheek for a moment, then turned his eyes onto Aaron again. He was young, no doubts about that, and he didn't look like any brand of soldier that Aldo had ever seen - had been beaten all to hell, too. The pretty ones always got it worst Nazis couldn't resist spoiling something nice, like the world's most organized group of party crashers. Aldo's jaw jutted further forward, if possible, then slid back again he gestured at Aaron with his chin, English? he asked, a touch hopeful - the last thing he wanted was to have to drag the sumbitch back to camp and get Hugo or Wicki to translate before he knew whether he was supposed to help or kill this guy.
Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

The scream that had fled from the soldiers throat was blood-curdling. Whatever had ruptured beneath the Americans boot must have been vital, as the Germans body was slumped and motionless by the time the man turned back towards Aaron. Staring between long strands of wet hair that veiled over his swollen, bruised face broken lips hung agape as his eyes crept up the height of the man. Watching that tight jaw twist and jut. He was contemplating what to do with him no doubt..Or trying to figure out what sex he was. It would not by any means, have been the first bewildered glance that Aaron received in that regards. The mans chin protruded forward, pointing at him in replacement of his fingers that were clasped on his hips in some odd, American pose of confidence. Aaron nodded his head slightly, drawing his cracked lips inward, swallowing deeply before nodding again. J-j,