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Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Anyone who has worked in a menial position knows about obeying orders. Other euphemisms may be used, of course. directive. request recommendation command. The words matter little. Essentially, the system is simple. The person with the higher status says that something is to happen, and the person of lower status ensures that their wishes are carried out. If matters little the order is counter-productive, pointless, impossible to satisfy or even dangerous. If it does not happen as ordered, the person of lower status is, invariably, at fault. There are, of course, ways for the lower status person to fight back. One obvious way is to simply refuse to carry out the order. Sometimes this defiance works, particularly if the high-status person is unsure of themselves, or too busy to enforce it, if the order is illegal, if there is an even higher authority to appeal to. There are, however, often consequences when taking this road, and the one doing the defying must always be aware of them. It was this method that first occurred to Jak when Iris made her wishes known. To say something loudly. Sing la-la-la-la in an annoying voice. Or hum the tune to an obscene ditty, one so well known that even Iris would be sure to know the words. To let fly with a stream of disjointed nonsense, or even obscenity, just to show her he refused to do as he was told. It struck him, however, though he did not rationalize the situation quite this way his thought processes being somewhat simpler that while this course of action would serve to annoy Iris, it would not really serve his greater purpose. He would, in effect, be reacting to her orders, and thus, in a way, presenting the control of the situation to her. It would, as well, make him appear childish and stupid, thus confirming her opinion of him and giving him satisfaction. While he sat and thought making her think, in fact, that he was obeying her directive another idea occurred to him. While one way to defy one's overlings is to refuse to obey them, there is another, equally effective method. That is, to do the exact opposite. To obey them totally and completely. This method is often close to infallible, since there is no comeback. I was only obeying orders is, in fact, a defense that has been hallowed through the ages. And that, Jak decided, is what he would do. He had been instructed that if he had something to say, he should use his mouth. And yet, he was also under the constraint that Iris had indicated she did not wish to hear his voice. He would, therefore, obey her order completely and totally, in the only way she had left open to him. Therefore, obediently, he reached across, quite silently, and locked his lips onto hers. So quickly did he move, with reflexes honed by years on the streets, that his kiss was in place, his tongue darting into her mouth, his arms around her and holding her tightly, preventing any resistance, for her frail body was nowhere near a match for his and his eyes open, watching to see her reaction. There was something to be said, he thought, for obeying orders to the letter!
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Given how silent he was, Iris was more than taken aback when she suddenly felt his lips on hers. She expected some mean remark, a mockery, but not this. For a moment there, she was shocked enough to simply look at him wide eyed, unsure of how to react. However, it didn't take too long until her own body reacted on its own, face turning redder up to her ears, heart racing at a faster pace and a slight shiver running up her spine. On the other hand, the taste of his warm and wet tongue made the brunette have an inner conflict, because, damn it, she tried to be mad at him! But here she was, feeling like melting in spite of her attempts to push him away. How could she push him away when she could finally have this kiss she longed for some years ago so badly? She always tried to imagine her kiss with him even if she knew they would never end up together at that time, but this was so much better. Besides, she couldn't even pull away if she tried, seeing how tightly he held her. She hated how he seemed to watch her every reaction, probably taking joy in seeing her blushing while he probably forced himself on her just to annoy her. That mere thought made her frown slightly, hands pulling at his clothes to let go of her, attempting to stop the kiss by turning her head, to catch her breath. But to make her wish clearer, she simply stepped on his foot forcefully, applying as much pressure as she could.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Jak laughed as iris stamped on his foot. His shoes were too thick for the heel of her shoe to hurt, and her thin legs were nowhere near strong enough to exert enough force to cause him any discomfiture. It was a heady feeling of power - she was supposed to be the one in control, yet even exerting her full strength there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. Her face was as red as her lips. It must, Jak thought, be so humiliating - in her own car, to have to put up with any liberty he cared to take, and be powerless to stop him. And yet, though she was turning her head away, though she was struggling, another thought came to him. Part of her was actually enjoying this. There was no way she could have told him to kiss her, not without revealing how much she wanted him. Had she maybe planned this? Deliberately given him that ambiguous order, so that while he thought he was scoring off her, she was in fact, tricking him and fully in control of the situation? Well, if she was, he'd keep at least come control - he'd only stop when he was good and ready. So, forcing her head back so that their lips were together again, he moved his right hand and began sliding it up under her skirt, forcing the hem upwards, showing more and more of those lovely legs, glancing down and taking his fill. Yes, she certainly did have good - What the fuck? At first, he thought she was wearing stockings with garters, and that what he was seeing was the white of her skin where the stockings stopped. But as her skirt continued to move upwards, her feeble attempts to stop him totally ineffectual, he realized the feel was all wrong. This was not soft, female flesh he was encountering. It was slippery, shiny. And then, despite himself, he burst out laughing. Helpless laughter, so strong he actually felt his stomach hurting. He had not encountered, as he had expected, tiny g-string panties festooned with lace. On the contrary, whatever virtues Iris' private apparel might have lacked, modesty and practicality were not among them. The tight, white material, slightly wrinkled around her thigh where riding up had occurred during the course of the day had revealed her dreadful, and even slightly ridiculous secret. And now that he knew, he was sure she could never maintain authority again, no matter how she tried. For he now knew, that the powerful, dynamic ice queen Miss Iris Augustine was wearing SPANX!!!
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Annoyance once again occured as her attempts to stop him were pretty much useless, trying her best to avoid enjoying the kiss, only to find that she's failing in a horrible way. Her mind too busy with that, she almost didn't notice his hand moving under her skirt, until she felt the sudden warm hand traveling up her leg. Hell on Earth. This was it. For a moment she almost forgot what she was wearing under, and when she did remember, she quickly tried to stop him, but to no avail. Her face became redder and redder with the embarrassment which was inevitable. However, he could've at least tried to keep the laugh lower. Ashamed that she was found out, once he was busy with laughing his heart out, she swiftly fixed her skirt to hide her embarrassing piece of clothing, unable to raise her glance from the floor because of the excruciating shame. A-as if you've never seen a woman wear something like this! Stop laughing! she ordered. Just as they arrived to her house, she obviously got out of the car first, even before the chauffeur would help her. Miss Iris? the older man seemed to question her behavior, worried at the sight of his employer being so red. You shut up, too! You're dismissed! Good night. Move it, Jak! If you don't hurry up you'll sleep on the doorsteps. And I'm not joking. she shouted, making her way towards the proud villa, while the chauffeur mumbled a meek good night and hurried to drive the Bentley back into the garage.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Jak had expected that dinner would take place with all the family present, a thing he had not been looking forward to. In fact, he learned that Iris had her own suite of rooms in the South wing of the castle, one of which - a tiny cubicle, containing a built-in wardrobe, a single bed, a chair, desk and bedside table - had been allocated to him. This didn't worry him too much - he had few possessions anyway, and it was still streets ahead of a prison cell, even the remand ones he'd grown used to - but when a rather plain servant girl came to lead him to the dining room he found himself growing apprehensive. When he arrived and seated himself, he found it somewhat intimidating. There was a long table, set with flowers, and bowls of fruit. There were two settings, one at each end of the mahogany table, each with a small decanter of wine and a glass, and silver service. He sat in silence, thinking back over the day's events. Surprisingly, he had to admit that the satisfaction he'd got from kissing Iris against her will wasn't just because it was an act of defiance. He'd enjoyed it immensely for its own sake as well. He remembered, too, the wink the chauffeur had given him when he'd been dismissed so angrily. At first he'd taken it for the wink one man gives to another, that says Hey, you're on a promise there, pal, but when he considered it in retrospect it hadn't been that kind of wink at all. It was more the sign of recognition one downtrodden employee gives another when a tyrannical boss has somehow lost their dignity. The chauffeur, Jak suddenly realized, had found Iris' accidental revelation of her ridiculous underwear, and her subsequent mortification, as funny as he had! He wondered if Iris would change for dinner and, if so, would she still be wearing her suit of armor underneath. For that matter, would she be dressing to impress him - which was a thought that did his ego a lot of good. Would she mention the events in the car, or pretend they had never happened? It seemed to him that for such a powerful women, Iris had a lot of weak moments... though when he thought how she'd been at school, it maybe wasn't that surprising. What worried him slightly was that as well as wanting to trade on her weaknesses, part of him wanted to protect her, make her feel all right. And this was scary. But it was too late to dwell on that now, for he heard her footsteps approaching.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

Ryan awoke in a haze, in a brightly lit steel room. He was bound to an operating tab in the middle of the room, utterly naked, with his feet up in stirrups. One wall was lined with dozens of clear canisters mounted on the wall.The upper half of each covered in a large label, each filled with various colored fluids, with differently sized tubes that rested on the side like an old style gas pump. Another wall was designed like a kitchen counter, with a waist high slab atop various cabinets, with another set of cabinets above. To one end was a medical sink, and at the other a small oven-like device. between them lay an array of nasty looking devices. The third wall had doors, like a mourge, containing something unknown, and a trashcan in the corned covered with suspicious stains. The last wall had only a door, which opened, a futa entering utterly nude. What do you think of your new home kitty? The slavers brought you here for me.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

Ryan's eyes darted around as he shivered with fear and cold as the cold air brushed over his nude body. He looked over at the futa that entered the room with a cock much bigger then any he had ever seen before. He tried to struggle at the restraints but it was useless. W-what are you going to do to me? Please I just want to go home. Ryan came from a planet that was more tribal with many clans of nekos, Kitsune and other part animal creatures. They recently had activity as other beings from the stars began to colonize his planet. Ryan felt his cat tail twitch behind him as he knew he was in a bad spot.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

The woman approached him with a smile, stroking his furry tail. My plan is to turn you into my little breeding bitch, but first I need to see how you react, and test a few things on you. She took a tube from a cylinder of blue fluid, plugging it into the table. There was a whir, and a slight tingling in his skin. See, needles start to leave ugly holes and collapsed veins when you overuse them, so this table pumps a microscopic mist right through your skin. The fluid didn't really seem to have any affect, beside the tingling, which soon faded. The shemale picked up a scalpel, which was edged with glowing red, and gently pushed it into his chest, just above the breastbone. The only things he felt were a dulled sting of pain, and a single drop of blood rolling from the wound.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

Ryan watched in terror as this woman began to cut into him. He wasn't feeling the amount of pain he should be feeling but there as an amount of shock as she cut into him. Please stop! You will kill me by doing that. He cried wondering if it was better if he did die or be used for breeding. He let out more cries of fear as blood dripped from the incision she was making on his skin.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

Shh, this won't even hurt that much, It would take a lot to kill you here. She grinned, not explaining her words. She slid the blade smoothly through flesh and bone like butter, stopping just above his pelvis. Three horizontal cuts later, as she folded back four slabs of flesh and bone, giving him a stunning view of his insides, pumping and pulsing away as if nothing was wrong. There was surprisingly little blood, though the dull stinging was now about as painful as a small cut. Oh my yes, you'll be very easily altered. She stroked a hand over his heart, the caress sending an oddly pleasurable feeling through him.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

Ryan cried out feeling the odd sensation as the girl began to stroke a hand over his heart. Oh god! Please don't do that. Don't touch my heart like that. He cried out. He was frozen with fear as he looked away from his opened chest as she examined his insides as they worked. His tail curled around his leg as he didn't know what to do.
Thread: Dark Experimentation (DonVoltonus/SMG9000)

She smiled, pulling her hand slowly away. I'll need to check your internal reaction to pleasure. She smiled, hooking a metalic cock to a device on the end of the table. Now just relax sweetie, and take it slow. The device slowly pushed the cock into his tight ass, the metal feeling slick, although it appeared dry.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

December cold weather, frigid temperatures, and coats, Winry hated coats about as much as she hated putting on more clothes than required. As the snow fell, she glared at it. Balls of ice from the sky, this could only be the weather for humans and him. He that liked the cold. He that enjoyed playing in weather like this and reveled in the fact that one could see their own breath. She sneered as the snow melted as it touched her shoulder. Placing her hand out the snowflakes singed in the palm of her hand. She smiled, she was just too hot. Seduction always watched him from afar. Despite the fact that she disliked what he was, what he stood for and his existence for some reason she was still intrigued by him.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

Bruce was always a strange boy, and when his powers came to fruition it only made him stranger. He had more powers then most, in a sense. Combat wise he could wield fire and lightning. Fire he needed a lighter or something in the very least, but he could create bonfires out of the smallest flame. Lightning was a bit closer to home, and worked off his emotions. He could also manipulate air, but only under the palms of his hand and the souls of his feet. When he mixed this with his lightning he could propel himself through the air. Calling this flying though would be quite a bit of a stretch, as he quite often had near misses with the sides of buildings. He never went above the second story of any buildings if he could help it, his power still required a bit of training. Unfortunately for him as well, he had no trainer to speak of. Bruce went by the name of PowerFist when he was heroeing. He wore black cargo pants and a black-t-shirt with a reflective power symbol on the chest. On colder nights like tonight he had two hoodies, one insulated for the bitter cold nights and one thin for the only slightly nippy nights. The hoodies shared the same symbol on the shirt. He wanted it to be the last thing his enemies saw. To cover his face and mid dark brown hair, he wore a bandana, and put black face paint on. Tonight of course he was out and about in the central park of Gottoran City, on the east coast of the major country of America. It was a big city, one of the biggest on this side of the land. He found a nice seemingly hidden spot in the forest, and was hovering about two feet off the ground, his legs wobbling as snow flew away from him. Whoa.. whoa... aahh! He yelped as fell into the snow. He was still trying to get the hang of flying. He got back up, dusting himself off with tight fingerless gloves, and pushed himself back into the air, starting to hover again. Let me know what else you need and i can type it up next post. let's say he's Five foot Four like me. as for eye color you can pick your favorite and ill go with that.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

She spotted him on the forest floor, standing there looking like some kind of comic book hero. She had been watching him for a few weeks now, marveling at how he moved, and the way he was so mysterious. What was he? Who was he and why did he interest her so? She wanted to know the answers to these questions, her burning heart desiring to know. Seduction stood on the top of a radio tower across the way from the church. Her black and red flame gown smoking from the cold, she hated this weather. What she wouldn't give for a summer night or at least to be next her lover the sun. Yes, that lovely bright star meant more to her than her favorite sugary treat or that heart racing bottle of hot fire Johnnie Walker Red Label. But then there was this icy blue veined man, this man made her flame burn brighter for some reason. Monitoring his walk, his stride and even how he carried his shoulders. She saw him jump, he caught himself with ease. She smirked he thought he was hot shit. The flurries of snow picked up and she could not see him as well as she could before. She grunted and heated her body temperature up around her trying to move the snow like fog. This only turned it to steam and made it harder to see. This pissed her off a little. Now, not only was she cold, following some stranger that she was intrigued by but now his icy ass wanted to cause fog on top of snow and ice? Since he had a shadow she could still see him but could barely make his silhouette out but nevertheless she followed it seeing if she would be able to keep up with him and purely out of curiosity.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

Bruce was just starting to get a hang of his flying for once, he was able to stay in once spot and started to rotate in place. Yes, yes I think i got!....it? He paused, and fell onto the ground as he lost concentration, staring at the fog that started to from, slowly turning to a giant mass of steam. Uh, that's not good. He said slowly backing up, and soon he spotted a figure amidst the steam. He squinted his eyes, and he could tell the form was female, and floating. uh-oh... He gulped, figuring it could only be one of his many enemies come to kill him. Time to go! He yelped and bolted, running away from the figure that came towards him. He did his best to get his flight going but it only led to him smacking into a tree. Hard. He fell back land on his back and looked to the figure, shivering slightly, not out of cold but of fear. I, uh, surrender? He said preparing for the worst.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

There was a new Hero in town again. There was always someone trying to ruin Seductions fun. She smiled a fanged toothed smile as she looked down on the new man, watching him waiting and then she heard him say something. The truth was that she was following him for reasons not to kill him but to watch her competition. Standing tall in front of him she let her hair out of the pony tail and watched him. Her ruby red fire eyes looked him up and down giving him the once over. She folded her arms and smirked. Trick or Treat Well well now, what do we have here? Wait do not tell me you are a so called Hero? Right? What do you want now? It was hard for him to fly so how was he suppose to defend himself against something like her? This looks like fun what are you doing? She said folding her legs Indian style and floating in the air hovering above his head, making sure he wasnt looking up her dress.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

He stared in shock at her as he laid there on the ground, and got a good enough glimpse up her dress without even trying. He quickly scrambled away, bumping his back into a tree and just glared. Mocking my lack of ability? Really?! He said, and clenched his fists, electric sparks flying off them in his anger. What do you want?! I know you're a villain, so why haven't you attempted to kill me yet? Isn't that what your kind always does? obsess over killing us heroes just because we're trying to protect the weak? He slid sideways from the tree, slowly stepping back from it. Leave me alone. He said and turned, quickly running across the snow, his feet sinking in a few inches with every step, and he prayed she didn't try to kill him.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

The look on his scared face was priceless. Someone has been hearing either way too many rumors or youve been into way too many comics. True, I am a villain, true, I do like destruction and making things hard for others but I do not like to just kill aimlessly and come on! You call yourself a Hero? Whats this running from little ol me? Come back here Innocent I wasnt done talking yet. She chased after him her trail as hot as fire. She conjured up a fireball to distract him on his left while she got on his right. Will you stay still for a moment geez! She said folding her arms in an attempt to look angry.
Thread: Playing With Fire (Yoshie x Chaos)

He nearly bumped into her, and instead slid under her missing her at the last second and narrowly dodged a tree. He stumped and kept running, ignoring what she said as he tried to get away. He didn't care what her intentions were, they had to be bad. He glanced back to see if she was still following him and tripped on a root, falling forward and slid down a trench near a creek that was frozen over. He laid on the ground, panting. He had yet to fight another super powered foe, he had only dealt with common thugs at this point, still working himself up to the big leagues. I hope she gives up chasing me soon. He said pressing himself into the side of the wall, trying to make himself a smaller visible target.