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Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid knew how the Games worked, she was listening to her Tutor. Astrid had an eidetic memory, she never forgot anything. The Tutor told her that everything ran like clockwork in the arena, her Tutor told her that everything had a pattern, that you just had to spot it. She was sad her partner was her childhood friend from her district, this would make loss that much more painful. He, on the other hand was confident, as he was the youngest child, he was 16 like her, and all of his brothers were too old to be in the Games. She knew she and her friend would make a deadly team, even though he wasn't a demigod, he had Sight.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin arrived at the compound, one of the first and he made his way to his room with his tutor and partner. His partner was still stressed out and didn't know how to react to all this tension and change in her life, it was too sudden for her and she didn't know how to handle it. He on the other hand was still as peacefull as he was at the start, he knew he had an ace up his sleeve. He was the son of Ares, He was strong and fast and had a wonderfull swing with his axe, he knew how to fight and how to survive in a forest. Ofcourse this was through his profession, which sometimes made him camp for days on end in the forest.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid made her way to her room alone, as her partner and tutor found their ways to their rooms. Astrid nearly cried when she saw her room, it looked exactly like her room at home, only much fancier. She, like Lorin, had an ace card. She was a demigod. An especially powerful demigod, at that. She was nervous, but if one was not nervous, they were foolish. She would do what she needed to do to win, to survive.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin didn't have time to slack off now, he had to do some more training. He started doing slow push ups to keep his muscles tense and active and started doing jumping jacks and sprinting on one spot to train his physical endurance. He needed to survive this, if not with or without his partner. He wanted to survive and come home as a hero, a person to look up to as someone who survived the Hunger Games.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid decided to take a bath before she started to train, to exercise. Water always soothed her, healed her, no matter the poison or injury. Salt water was best, but any water would do. She relaxed in the hot water, feeling new energy seep into her body as she relaxed. When she was done bathing and cleaning up, she dried off, put some fresh clothes on, and headed to the training roo, where she was waiting for her partner and tutor.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin stood up after his physical training and got dressed into something more sportive. He put on a jumper that was there and moved to the training room and first laid eyes on Astrid. He couldn't keep his eyes of her as he moved past her, on the way to the weapons course, he didn't need his tutor and he didn't need his partner. She was probably crying somewhere in self pitty. He picked an axe out of the shelves and went to the melee trainingdolls where he started to swiftly and skillfull slice and bash upon with something that seemed as if it was a natural flowing of attacks, it seemed as if he had no trouble in combining his different strikes into one fluent motion.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid raised an eyebrow when she watched Lorin, there was something about him that reminded her of herself, though they looked nothing alike. She grabbed a bow and a quiver that was full of arrows, and she nocked an arrow. She didn't feel like waiting for her tutor or her partner any more. She felt like showing off, so she released the arrow, and it went straight into the head of one of the training dolls that Lorin hadn't destroyed. She then found a small ball, picked it up, threw it, and impossibly quickly, nocked another arrow, and released the arrow, the arrow getting into the ball.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin seemed to feel something alike with Astrid, he didn't know what but he felt connected. It was strange as he had never felt something like that. He had never seen another demi-god and that feeling was new for him. Lorin looked at the arrow flying straight into the head of one of the training dolls and he looked at Astrid after. A good marksman, that was going to prove a difficult opponent to just assault on, he had to be carefull with her. And then she showed off her skill with the little ball and he was quite amazed. But he thought to himself 'If a show off presents itself, why not join'. He looked at Astrid and smiled Can you do something for me?
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid spoke,Depends on what you want me to do for you, and of course, if I even feel like doing it. But what is it that you want? She lightly fingered her gold necklace, the charm on it was a trident, the symbol of her father, Neptune. She kept nocking arrows, and releasing them, not at Lorin, but elsewhere, she was making the shape of a trident, again, she was showing off.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin chuckled Shoot an arrow at me he said with a smirk on his face While I stand on the training ground, shoot one at my chest he said as he looked at her necklace, a trident? He couldn't figure out where it came from but he liked it, it resembled closely to his necklace. He had bought it with most of his savings, a silver necklace with as emblem , a palm leaf collar with a sword in the middle of it, a gladius to be precise. He chuckled as he moved at the middle of the training yard and looked at her Let's go he said as he grabbed his axe.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid did precisely the opposite of what he asked her to do. Instead of shooting at him in the chest, she shot at his axe, she was no fool. She knew if she shot at him in the chest, he would probably throw his axe at her, and she realized his district, he had to be from District 7, the district that specialized in lumber, hence the axe. She had another arrow nocked immediately, she did not trust him, for she did not know him.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin grinned as he saw her pull the arrow and then shoot it but it was going at a different direction than his chest. This was no suprise though, archers were cunning people and they would not simply trust anyone. Truth be told, this made things easier as he sidestepped and swung his axe downwards, now what he did was simply cut the arrow in two and caught the tip of the arrow in his other hand, he held it out and smiled Show offs come in many variables he said to Astrid as he winked and chuckled and dropped the tip of the arrow, he started to move of the training course. He had enough of training today and went to the showering rooms. There he stripped himself of his clothing and reveiled his muscular, well lined and trained body as he entered a showering booth.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid looked displeased when Lorin managed to destroy the arrow, though it allowed her to make note he wouldn't be an easy target. She of course, continued to train, emptying her quiver, hitting the enter of each target, even with moving targets, and when she was done with the archery, she began to train with blades, swords and daggers and knives. On the way back, she was accosted by one of the Tributes from a District she was unfamiliar with, and she promptly broke the Tribute's arm, and made her way to the showering rooms. She made sure she was alone, and she stripped, revealing her perfect body, the right amount of muscle and curve, and she went into a different showering booth than Lorin. Again, the water revitalized her, gave her energy.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin sighed out of relaxation as the hot water flowed over his muscular body, he had a tattoo on his back a text engraved 'War is only the beginning, A true battle never ends' it said as he was showering. He started singing an old song from his district, it was in latin and it was about a boy who had lived up to become just as his father. He was relaxing in the shower and singing, he loved to sing and he was frankly quite good at it, except for some minor mistakes in his latin.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Latin came very easily to Astrid, as she was Roman, and the Ancient Romans spoke Latin. Astrid had a tattoo on her back as well, those her was 'I came, I saw, I conquered'. She smiled when she heard the singing, it sounded very nice. She finally finished her shower, so she rinsed off and dried off, and she dressed in new clothes, leaving the showering room. The other tributes looked scared of her, some had watched how easily she had broken one of the tribute's arm.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin got out a few minutes after her, a towel wrapped around his lower waist as he moved towards the clothing room. Some female tributes looked at him with a slight lust in their eyes but were too frightened to do anything at all. Ofcourse, if you see a man cut a flying arrow in two, who wouldn't be. He dried himself off and then started changing into a fresh pair of boxers and shorts and moved to his room like that. He had no intention of dressing into more clothing as he was going to bed right after so it would be useless.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid was not pleased that the next day would involve 'looking pretty', as she hated stylish things, believing them useless. The only thing she liked was her necklace, and that was it. She knew that there would be chariot rides, then more ceremonies, which really displeased her, she hated parades and the like.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Lorin was woken up by his tutor only to be heard that he had to go on a parade and be held on a chariot to just be strong and handsome for tons of people who just couldn't wait for all of them to slaughter each other. This was making him quite angry that and the fact that they had awoken him. A good night sleep was too much for ask according to them and he got up and grumbled as he got dressed and was taken by his tutor.
Thread: The Demigod Games (Naomi David and BlackTalon)

Astrid, like Lorin, had been sleeping, and had been woken up. She looked exceptionally angry when told about having to look pretty and the parades... She was swearing very loudly, clearly showing her displeasure as she got dressed, people all over the building could hear her. She was taken by her tutor, still swearing, though she was swearing under her breath. It would not be a problem to have sponsors for her and her partner, District 4 was one of the wealthier districts, and thus, supplies were better and more easy to come by. But she still knew how to play the game, on how to get more sponsors.
Thread: Mey's Inner Demon's.

Hey babe. I have an rp that may fit your kinks. It involves demons. The demon that was the PURE embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sin of Lust,she had a son. She generally,against her nature,tried to keep her son from women,other than herself given SHE WAS FUCKING LUST,so she could have plenty of fun with him. Eventually she would cave and let one or two demon girls into play with her son...but she had to be part of it...all she wanted was for him to fuck her as rough as he normally would,because mommy loved and obeyed her son. This involves incest,force,and if you're okay with it,him fucking the brains out of 2 or 3 girls,his slut mother included.
Thread: Mey's Inner Demon's.

You have a very fun imagination here...but sorry to say RH is no more.
Thread: Mey's Inner Demon's.

RH? What is RH?
Thread: Mey's Inner Demon's.

Would be Rabbit Hole. But apparently it exists no more.
Thread: Mey's Inner Demon's.

Anyway,do you like my idea baby?
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

Amanda was meeting her latest client. She had selected, as she always did, a place that was anonymous but public. Anonymity was importance to protect the client, who wouldnt want to be recognised. Lots of people were important as a protection for Amanda. After two decades as a professional dominant mistress, she knew how to handle most situations, but you could never be too careful. Amanda had been in contact by email and had spoken by phone, but she had not yet had a chance to make a personal assessment of the man she was meeting. A city centre conference hotel was the ideal place. Lots of people around, but all mostly strangers to each other. And of course there were plenty of bedrooms available without question or anyone noticing. It was all too easy to slip into the stereotype of a professional dominatrix with lots of black and leather with a splash of red. Amanda preferred a different approach. On the surface she looked like a business woman in town for a conference in her blue skirt and crisp white blouse with black shoes. Her short black hair complemented the business look. For her underwear, she had chosen white, which set off the honey tan from her recent holiday. Satin silk for her bra and panties, with a matching garter belt and white stocking with lace tops. And her large bag that could easily have held her overnight things actually held the tools of her trade, at least the ones shed need on first meeting. The bar was not an original choice of meeting place, but it was convenient and easy to find. Amanda stood quietly at the bar and laid a large denomination note on the counter. The barman ignored the other customers and immediately served her a gin and tonic and took the note. Amanda didnt wait for the change. She took her drink and went over to a table in the corner, crossed her legs, smoothed her skirt and waited for her clients arrival.
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas Alexander Barbarossa Smith, was exactly what most expected when you talked about an office. The truth was, the corporate espionage agent was excited. He almost looked too average, a lean but not muscular form maybe fifty to a hundred pounds over weight. The twenty thousand dollar custom made three piece suit sure didn't hurt what he was going for. A dark black jacket and pants, while the vest and gloves fingerless after the second knuckle on each hand were a dark grey. His eyes were sapphire blue bright an glowing in a way that implied he was nervous at what he did. His hair was straw blond with two bangs hanging over his sweaty face. The rest was brushed back. The back was short, but casually so. Thomas looked like a high class, low intelligence office worker, with more money then sense. The fedora on his head that's main color matched his suit jacket and pants while the band matched his gloves and vest pulled the outfit together. An ace of hearts rested in the band. A nervous smile on his face as he entered the bar. Smiling awkwardly at the woman, he approached saying Hello, um, what should I call you in public? Thomas offered the woman his hand, before realizing he'd forgotten to get a drink. Blushing he said I'll be right back, need some liquid courage, um M-Mam. Thomas turned and ordered a Smirnoff grape double with ice. The pussiest drink he could think of. Sometimes Thomas hated playing the simpering moron. The man's fat wasn't fat instead carefully trained muscle. He could with serious effort flip a Volkswagen beetle. Someone had paid him 4.8 million dollars to get the womans Little black book, and the first key to that was getting a decent amount of trust. Thus tonight he was Thomas Barbossa Macowitz, a decent if boring salary man, who was a semi high ranking bureaucrat at a plastic company that produced 85 of the bondage equipment on the market. Gently he let his hand run over the three scratches on his left cheek, they crossed a nasty scar that went down his let ye. Macowitz had gotten it in a recent industrial accident Thomas had gotten it getting cause with a Russia companies new weapon designs. Shaking off the memories, he allowed the Macowitz personality total control moving towards the woman he slurped his drink lightly as he held out his hand, H-Hello, I'm Thomas Barbossa M-Macowitz.
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

As she recognised her client approaching her, Amanda forced herself to remain calm. No, she forced herself to appear calm. A mistress must always appear to be in control even if she is struggling frantically beneath the surface. She got a lot of pleasure from some of her clients, not that she would ever admit to that to them. Others she serviced for the money and this guy was going to be one of those. He looked so ridiculous that she dared not even contemplate what he might look like naked. No, that was something she would postpone for as long as she could. The more he spoke, the more she despaired of being able to control this babbling hulk of flab and poor taste. While he was at the bar, she decided on her tactics. She waited for him to return slurping his drink and gestured at the other chair by the table. When he had settled down, she spoke in her precise, prim tones that she modelled on Mary Poppins. When you saw me across the bar, you approached. That was permissible. She paused so that this could sink in. This man, she decided, was someone who would take a long time to understand basic information. After what she judged to be a suitable pause, she went on. When you reached me, you spoke. That was not permissible. You will answer when I ask you a question. Otherwise, you will not speak unless and until I give you permission. Another pause for this to sink in. If you do, you will be punsihed. You spoke without my permission and for that you will shortly be punished. Another pause to allow him time to plan how to amend his behaviour in future. When you speak to me, you may call me Mistress or Miss Amanda. She was giving him a choice there, so she allowed him longer to absorb the information. If you do not address me in that way, you will be punsihed. You did not and for that you will also be punished. Another pause so that he could consider what form that punishment might take. And you will never, ever, not for a fraction of a nanosecond even consider the remote possibility of attending on me dressed in such a ridiculous outfit again. And to emphasise the point, she lent forward, grabbed a handful of his crotch, squeezed like a vice and, dropping her polished vowels, spat at him. Coz if you dont, Ill tear your fuckin' balls off. She resumed her cultured tones. Is that clear? She waited for him to answer.
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas groaned lightly but his cock got hard for the mistress in his pants. Blushing a bit he said, B-but I didn't w-want to d-d-draw attention. T-this l-l-l-l-looks like wwhat I wearr-r to wo-ork, or I mmmmmmean it is w-w-w-hat I wear to w-w-o miss-miss-misstress. The woman's groping would reveal Thomas's Secret weapon, a cock that was definitely on the larger scale. 12 inches long and at least two inches of space between fingers if a hand tried to wrap around it. He was a big boy. Thomas internally smirked, the pro hadn't even realized his fat hadn't moved at her touch at least not like it should have. Looking at her he stuttered out I-I-I'm sorrrry m-m-mistress please ppp-puish me for bbeing bbad. He looked at her his eyes conveying fear and also lust. His eady eyes focusing too long to be polite on her chest, before looking around he said I-I-'m sorry I was bad, but two random people ssitting by each other, wwuldn't tt-that be suspicious?
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

This man was going to be a handful in more ways than one. Her experienced grip told her that there was more than flab under that ridiculous outfit. And his absurd idea that dressing like that wouldnt attract attention was laughable. This man would need a lot of correction. But clearly it was only going to be possible to deal with one problem at a time. And right now there was a more pressing issue to address. She knew that men found her attractive. Of course she did. She was well preserved for someone in her 40s and she took good care to keep it that way. She was aware of men watching her. Most of the men here had given a once over when she came in, even the ones with partners, although they had been more discreet about it. And it was only natural that her clients would find her attractive. But staring at her breasts in such an obvious fashion was not permissible for a client, still less with such a lecherous look on his face. This had to be dealt with at once and dealt with firmly. Ignoring her half-finished drink, she grabbed her handbag and stood up. How dare you? she roared so that everyone in the bar had turned in their direction as she delivered a slap across his face that jarred her arm to the shoulder. PIG she shouted for added effect, before turning on her heels and storming out of the bar. Deep inside her, a small voice hoped that the man would not follow her.
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas wanted to swear at himself, not because of the blow, but because at the last second he'd turned with it, and while the blow had still hurt, not many people could dodge such a strike with so little notice. he'd become too sharp later Russia. Shaking blushing more for effect then embarrassment, he stood up and knocked the table over and thus ended up sprawled out on his back. That has hurt, but at least it would sell the clumsy oaf rather the well trained corporate spy. Untangling himself he called out P-please wait M-m-m-Miss Amanda. Catching up to the woman, he blushed a bit stuttering, I-I-I'm sorry for staring bbut yourr the first woman I've um um, ever been this close too. I-I'm ooonly been iintimate with ttwo women an neither were as aaattractive as yyou. A hotel security guy came over to Thomas saying, Mr. Macowitz, I'm sorry to bother you, but due to the damages i the bar, we'll need to charge you for the cost of the table. Thomas nodded blushing again. He pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. So at it required two money clips, one gold the other platinum, a both with diamonds on them. He almost bored handed the man a grand an the wad looked the same. He returned the money to his pocket Taking the woman's hand he kissed it saying f-f-f-forgive mme mistress? Reaching for her hand had made him flash a very expensive Rolex, easily a hundred grand. Thomas knew this ID needed something so he'd had it promoted recently to a higher ranking within the company, still basic enough as to not be suspicious, but one that made enough money to throw around serious cash. enough to motivate the woman by reed alone if necessary.
Thread: Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

This was moving from a joke to a farce. Amanda was determined to distance herself from it as far and as quickly as she could. Her business, because that is what is had, a business, depended on her being discreet. She dreaded to think how many cctv cameras had recorded the episode in the bar and how many were tracking them right now in the lobby. Her first choice was to leave the hotel and let this buffoon extricate himself from the mess he had created. Her second choice was to extricate herself and let him catch up later. The thing that swung the choice was his watch. An expensive watch. A Rolex that alone would cover the cost of a years worth of sessions with Amanda. There was more to this man than appeared and that more was money. Amanda took a decision and adopted her most clipped tone, stern enough to shrivel a cock at a hundred yards. Your behaviour is appalling. You have no idea of how to conduct yourself. Get away from me and stay away. Sort out the problem you have created for yourself with the security here. I am in room 2013. Follow me there for your punishment, if you dare. She spun on her heel and marched towards the elevators. If he followed her to the room, his punishment will cost him dearly.