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Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

causeway25oclock said Antoinette clasped her hands behind her back. If you wish for somezhing to be accomplished, zhen you tell me to do it. And zhen I make sure zhat the goal is met, and zhe problem solved. And zhen it does not reappear. If you wish to know my competencies, you may review my credentials. If you wish to test my resolve, you will 'ave to be more imposing zhan zhis. Click to expand... Gunzig thought over the list of things to be done. Hmph. I want both the Grand Marshal and the King to bite it. There's some sahuagins down the south coast in some caves we haven't been able to weed out and they're harassing the fishermen that stray too far. Would like to seem them all go away too. There's supposedly a lich somewhere out in the woods. Try making sure that one doesn't reappear. Lots and lots of bandits around because the royals don't like the baroness and won't send any help to this area because of it. A lot of idiots around town that start trouble... though not much you can do there since the baroness says that's fine. Unfortunately no dragons that I know of, but I suppose your mission to be going out and finding one. Which of these sounds the most fun to you? He stands up with his hands on the desk, bending slightly down to meet her eyes and searching them for any trace of hesitation or irritation.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Antoinette's face has neither of these, as she appeared to be honestly pondering the different options. Well, aside from what could be clearly considered treasonous statements... is it a 'abit of yours to get your subordinates killed? If not, zhen I would like to hear more about zhese... sahuagins, is zhat how you called zhem? Zheir elimination would be a boon to zhe baroness, no? I cannot do it on my own, but with a bit of resources...
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Gunzig gave a barking laugh. Apparently you were not aware that treason is the national hobby. The dogs are all out to get each other... He turned aside, grabbing a dagger from a rack behind the desk and walked around the desk, facing away from her as he continued. You'll have to decide whether your foremost loyalty will be to some churlish notion of 'the realm', or if you are truly insipid, to the crown itself, or to your immediate mistress, the Baroness Corbeau. In any case, you won't be going on any death missions. With deft and vicious force he hurled the dagger at the far wall, which was plastered with sketches of criminals. It stuck at the bottom of one in particular. You are to find this man, and bring him to justice. He's something of a thorn in the baroness' side, but we haven't been resourceful enough to find him... and he knows all of us, anyway. Do that, and you'll have proven your use to me, and more importantly, gained the favor of the baroness... at that point she'll probably want to deal with you personally and you'll likely be more or less out of my hair. He scratched his beard and waited for her to ask any questions. The young man in the poster was named Ren Hlletier. There was a thousand coin bounty on his head, and he wanted for theft, treason against her ladyship, disturbance of the peace, vandalism, assault, murder, sedition, and... 'aggressive seduction'. Quite the list. He looked to be a quite a handsome, boyish-looking man, with cat-slitted eyes, and stripe-like markings on his cheeks. The poster indicated he would have a tanned complexion and bright red hair.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Antoinette nodded, accepting the mission. It shall be done as you command, sir. Hlletier will be brought to justice. She studied the wanted poster carefully, memorizing his face. Will that be all, sir? If she was dismissed, she went to the barracks to secure her belongings, before heading out to the city to begin her investigation. She would start in the taverns.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Gunzig recommended she start at the Tortured Tiefling... one of the more... unsavory taverns down by the town's docks. It was one he had been known to frequent quite often, and those there might know where to find him. He stressed that she should not tell anyone she was a musketeer, and certainly not one in their service. While the baroness was respected in town, Ren was not without his own loyal friends in the underbelly. The streets of the town as a whole were filled with merchants and street performers, but in the corner of the town she was head to, they seemed a lot more surly and self-absorbed, and they didn't call out to Antoinette. The tavern itself was pretty shady looking. It was painted black and a garish shady of purple, and its entrance was lit by a glowing orange lamp with an iron cut-out figure on one side, casting a human-shaped shadow onto the door.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Antoinette had changed from her clean, pressed musketeer uniform to a worm but still sturdy suit of reinforced leather armor, which was made in a somewhat flattering cut. Instead of her nice, feathered hat, she wore a black bandana with golden embroidery, making her look far less like a dashing young member of the Royal Guard and more like a scurvy buccaneer. Disguise 1d20213 She assumed a persona to match her environment as she sauntered to the Tortured Tiefling, playing the role of a sassy, seductive pirate wench. As she entered the tavern, she noticed the image the lamp cast, that of a silhouette of an apparently naked woman posed seductively.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

It was a decent enough disguise. It wasn't like anyone in here was going to be particular suspicious of her, anyway, as long as she didn't come across as too pushy with her questions. She was met with the acrid aroma of a dozen different exotic liquors. The immediate eyecatcher was the raised stage at the far side of the common room. A woman was shackled to a saltire cross, facing towards the wall. Her bronzed skin was soaked with sweat, and she had orange hair in a pixie cut. Her hands and feet were black and ended in cruel, curved talons, and single small horn jutted from her head. She was being whipped, every lash causing her serpentine tail to shiver from the agony. Obviously the tavern's namesake. Besides the woman currently whipping her, a drow with several facial piercings occasionally cast a slight healing spell on the tiefling. As for the rest of the tavern, it was a motley assortment of ruffians. This was a sailors' bar, so most of the patrons were likely out-of-towners... hobgoblin mercenaries, orcish freebooters, some dark elven refugees... though Libertine Lagoon wasn't short on its native ne'er-do-wells either. The bar itself was lit with yellow-orange lamps that gave it a somewhat hellish atmosphere, the room structured for maximum acoustics for catching the tiefling's moans.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Antoinette's eyes widened a bit as she entered, and got a good look at the fiendblooded woman being publicly flogged, apparently for the amusement and pleasure of the audience. She wasn't particularly fond of tieflings, but she didn't want to see anyone suffer for the amusement of others. A moment later, she had an idea. She approached closer, and tried to figure out if the tiefling was here against her will, or volunteered. Sense Motive 1d20319
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

The tiefling is blindfolded, but her long, catlike ears twitched as Antoinette approached, sensing her approached. She attempted to vocalize through her ball gag. Antoinette wasn't sure, and maybe it was just her empathy towards the suffering of others, but she got a gut feeling like the woman wanted help. Meanwhile, the woman who had been whipping her handed over the lash to the drow and returned to her table. Noticing the attention she was paying to the tiefling, the dark elf approached Antoinette. Quite the specimen, isn't she? he said, his voice thick, sweet, and snobbish, like honey vomited by the most pompous of bees. I don't believe I've seen you in here before. Care to have a go at her? Only a silver for a few srokes of the whip. I assure you, she quite deserves it.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Oh? Antoinette asked, taking on a vaguely interested tone. I 'ave just arrived in town, yes. Hmm... she purred, examining the whip. Do tell... what sort of sins is zhis woman so guilty of to warrant... such attentions?
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Well, she used to be the owner of this tavern... back before it had its current name. She lost it to its current owner in a... rather very high stakes contest. She bet everything she owned, and it was agreed she would have to make up the rest of her debt in pain. She has been in our care ever since. The drow certainly seemed proud of the story. The tiefling girl thrashed and moan-screamed wildly. So what do you say? If whipping doesn't serve your fancy, for a few gold you can be permitted to use her flesh in... other ways.
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Note to self Be very careful making wagers in this town. As a matter of fact, don't bet at all... Hmm... per'aps another time, zhough you do make a very tempting offer. Antoinette handed him three copper pieces. Per'aps... just a touch?
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Of course! he said, taking the coins. Feel free to give her a good caress. She has quite the long way to go before her wager is paid off, and every penny counts. He bows with a grin and gestures his hands to the tiefling. All yours!
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

Stepping forward, Antoinette took off the glove on her right hand, and reached out to touch one of the tiefling's rather shapely buttocks. She runs her hand over the sweaty, smooth curve, feeling the soft layer of fat over tight, well-toned gluteal muscles. She is razher nicely put together for a fiend-blood, no? Very nice... I bet you get a lot of requests for her time... She will attempt to pump the drow for more information on his clients. Diplomacy 1 Trait Feat 1d20713
Thread: The Adventures of Antoinette [gelid and causeway]

The tiefling tenses up briefly, but seems to relax under her touch. Antoinette gets a fuzzy tingle from her skin, the tiefling giving a more demure purr through her gag. We do indeed have quite a few patrons who wish more... intimate acts with our friend here. Of course, part of the conditions are that she cannot leave the stage, so anyone who wishes to have their way with her must be willing to give a performance up here, so it's less common than you'd think. Even such corrupt customers such as ours are not totally shameless. The drow put on a contemplative expression. Now Master Ren, when he used to frequent this place, he would savage her quite viciously, often several times a night. Such a sporting chap, that one. It's a pity he doesn't come around here anymore, though, given how the guards would come looking for him if he did, I suppose that's for the best.
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Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

Swift Creek, Georgia. Alexander King did not think he would be back in this place again. His hometown and a place he only remembered for the ridicule that he endured at the hands of me of his youth, he had vowed to leave for Atlanta and never look back. No parents, no family left, he nearly succeeded in doing just that. It seemed that fate had a strange irony to it as his old alma mater had contacted him and asked him to give a commencement speech for the graduating class. He was an executive, an owner of one of the biggest weapons manufacturers on the entire East Coast, and had made a name of himself. Now he was being dragged back to a place where he didn't want to remember at all. The speech was quick and mostly canned. It had the usual aspects of working hard, getting good grades, perseverance, and getting into college. Even with these words, he could see amongst the crowd of graduates that there were many who did not care. All he could see were those who would become mechanics, grocery workers, fast food cashiers, or other blue collar jobs. He could care less about this place or these people, and he certainly didn't like the memories it had brought up. Upon his return to his hotel, the tall and brown haired man slicked his hair back as he pulled the grey jacket of his suit off. A snifter of whiskey sat on a nightstand and he quickly downed the burning fluid and hissed slightly at the burn. Already he had called up an escort agency to send him a girl. He would be there for the night and he needed the stress relief from a quick fuck. Lately though, that was becoming less and less satisfying as time went on. He could hire women for nearly five times what he was paying this agency, but high class prostitutes acted just as poorly as their lower paid cousins. There was an itch that needed scratching, but he did not know what it was. Sighing a bit, he got a text from the girl informing him of her arrival at the hotel. He sent his room number to her then proceeded to pour himself another glass of whiskey. The dainty knock on his door let him know she had arrived and he walked over and opened the door for her. Come in. Come in. Care for a drink?
Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

It wasnt just the feeling that let her know he had removed the bottle. It was the sound it made as well as he pulled it from her tight ass. Tessa knew she was drunk. Fighting him, as well as even walking, would be difficult if not impossible. She could feel the substance in her now distented belly as she had been filled so quickly her body had not absorbed it all yet. Still there had been enough in the bottle to make her more than adquently intoxicated. Each thrust of his hips only made her want to vomit more and more. Jester has.lost his.mind, she thought. Her face hit the counter hard, harder than she would have ever wanted it to. Had she not been three sheets to the wind, she could have stopped the impact from ever happening. As it was, she could taste blood in her mouth now. Fuck you Jester. The words were violent as they lingered in her mind. How dare you..say such things. Idiot! Youve gotta..pay for..sex. HA! To even keep a cohrent thought was proving a hard task. The combination of the booze, the smell, the fullness she felt, and the cold, hard counter that was replaced by his forceful, unforgiving grip had her mind in a blur. As he pulled out and threw her to the couch, she felt just a small amount of the whiskey drain out and down her leg. She stumbled, nearly falling, catching herself on the couch as she tried to focus on him. Youre.crazy, she slurred, not even sure he heard her. She groaned as he pulled her body into the position he wanted. Tessa was nothing more than his pliable fuckdoll. As he slid into her sore pussy, the sounds coming from her reflected her pain. Bare? Hes fucking me bare? Shit! No! She began to shake her head. No.Alex.Dont.cum.inside.me. Its.not.allowed. She brought her hands up, swinging them wildly, trying to fight him off, but in her current state it was more comical than anything. Dont fucking..cum inside me..Jester. She said the name before her drunken mind could even grasp the fact the words were actually coming from her mouth. She cried out as he began to slap her breasts. Each slap felt harder than the one before. Her white skin began to glow a bright red as he continued to torture her tender flesh. Stop, she screamed out. I said NO! Its..rape..Alex! Ill go to the cops! Money..or no..money! Prostitue..or not! Fucking werido! She could feel her body reacting to him as much as she hated it. Her clit swollen, tender, and she wanted a release. Despite the circumstances, all her body knew was a big cock was pounding her, and that was all that was needed for her to repsond. Alex! Please! No! Dont cum! You gotta stop, she slurred once more as she began to writhe beneath him, trying to escape him but to no avail. He was far too strong and too dominating at this point. He was in control, and she was simply along for the ride.
Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

Watching Tessa struggle like some kind of pathetic ragdoll was amusing to Alex. Despite his position in his company, he never felt much control there or in his life. This, however, this was something else entirely. This woman who had been such a thorn in his side for so many years of his life was weakly struggling beneath him while his cock tore open her pussy for his pleasure. The part of him that was supposed to feel sick at this sort of treatment didn't anymore. All he felt was power, pure power at the sight of Tessa beneath him. Her words meant nothing to him and he simply laughed at them. As she flailed he dodged out of the way of an errant arm here or there, but he grabbed them and made faces at her as he held them in his grip. You want me to stop? You want to hit me? Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. He pulled her arms together and held them in one hand as he placed as his weight on his waist and planted himself balls deep into her. If you can push me out of your hot cunt then I'll leave the cash, and I'll leave tonight. You don't have to stay the rest of the night with me. It was a little spark of hope he'd give her, just enough to see her struggle. But, if I cum inside of you then I'm gonna fill your ass with my cock and cum next. He'd given her the challenge, but now it seemed he was going to do this best to make himself cum. The sound of his hips slapping up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her battered cunt sent shivers up his spine. It felt amazing how she felt around him, how much he had imagined this very sensation all throughout his teens and now he was actually feeling it. A hand found her throat and he squeezed ever so gently as he brought her face to his. Oh? You'll go to the cops? In this piss poor town? Everyone knows you're a prostitute Tessa. They're all gonna say that you shouldn't be whoring yourself out in the first place. No one is gonna do a damn thing, except fuck you over like I'm fucking you now. He lashed out with his tongue and licked her face, still tasting the booze that he had poured over her head earlier. Now he pinned her down by her throat, his grip nice and tight to keep her from struggling too much, but he wanted her to be able to wiggle a little to try and fulfill her end of the deal. Come on Tessa, your hot tight cunt is gonna make me cum soon. If you don't fight then I'm gonna put a bastard in your belly. He picked up his pace even as he said his words, the grin across his face growing more wicked by the second. Or is that what you want? You want your daddy to know that his little girl became a whore and got knocked up because of it? You'll just be another town slut. Just like you were always meant to be. His grip hardened as his thrusting became more and more frantic. Alex knew that Tessa would not be able to stop him and he wasn't going to stop having his fun regardless of how much she struggled and screamed. With a hoarse grunt he pumped himself deep into her and unloaded his pent up seed into her cunt, his body going rigid as his balls rose and fell with each spurt.
Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

The next thing Tessa was clearly able to focus on was the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed as his cock pressed into her deeply. Deal, she stammers through clenched teeth before her fighting began again with a renewed effort. In her mind, she was fighting a strong fight, and yet in reality, she was still flailing about like a fish out of water. Her body seemed to be made of rubber, devoid of bones, as she tossed and turned, struggling beneath the weight of the man who was now fucking her with a renewed intent of his own. Both were people with goals, however different they were, and they fought as such. She was disgusted by his words even more so than the act of him licking her face. Shut your face! I am not.a prostitute. Im an escort! People pay.for my services.my company.not sex! The sad truth was she knew he was right. No one would do anything if she went to anyone with her story. Even being able to provide proof he was who he was, and she was just the girl deemed a hooker. She groaned feeling his body slamming into her own over and over again as he filled her each time. She was angry, full of rage, and her body only knew the pleasure he was giving her. She hated knowing that she was getting wet, that her nipples were rock hard, and the fact that she would orgasm. She knew it was just a matter of time, with each thrust from him, that her pussy would soon flood him. That will only make him think Im enjoying this. Her hands gripped at his wrist as he held her throat. There was an instant fear. Is he going to kill me? Kill me, and he doesnt have to worry about anyone ever finding out about what hes done here tonight. It never occurred to her that this was just a simple act, a show of dominance over her in this situation, this moment. Fuck you, she squeaked out as he spoke of her father finding out she was just a whore. I cant.get.pregnant. Im.on.birth.control. A sly smile came across her lips as she felt this was a small victory some how. Here he was, treating her this way, saying what he was, using the threat of getting her pregnant as part of some sick deal, and she knew all along she couldnt conceive a child because she was on the pill. It was the only dig she could get in on him right now. Just as she finished telling him this, she felt his warm seed fill her. Her mouth opened wide as her body stilled. All she could do was lay there and take everything he was giving her. Every drop of his cum was pumped deep inside her, and his cock remained, almost like a plug holding it all in. I cant..get pregnant..Alex. So fill me. It wont work. Even in the face of being defeated, she was still defiant.