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Thread: Protection of a Different Kind ((Lady and Blair))

Teddy headed to the ticket booth, buying a one-way ticket to L.A. It didn't leave for another hour, but she didn't care. She'd wait four hours if it meant she'd get to leave for California that night. However, she needed to go to the bathroom before she got on a bus for that long of time... Heading to the ladies room, she did her business and walked out to wash her hands. As she was drying them off with a flimsy paper towel, the door opened. Her eyes glanced toward the bathroom door, and to her surprise, it was a man - a gruff looking man that was at least six feet tall and three hundred pounds. He also looked like he had not brushed his teeth in three years. Uh, this is the ladies room... Teddy murmured quietly. He grinned and stepped closer to her, his knife coming into view. She gasped and backed into the far wall, fumbling for her purse so that she could get her pepper spray that her father bought her. No use. The purse dropped to the ground and spilled its contents, making her panic even more. No, please, sir... She whimpered, but he moved forward and pressed her body against the wall. Sugar, if you be quiet, I'll make this a lot easier for you... he whispered in a raspy voice. She heard his zipper go down, and she let out a scream.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

The bull hadn't been completely knocked-out, but he wasn't quite fully conscious--Asystole moved towards the hugely-endowed beast and pulled up his eyelids with gloved fingers. They'd needed to tranquilize him to move the massive longhorn from the pasture into the milking stall. The seven-foot-tall wolf-dragon hybrid was humming to himself, dressed in a lab coat, black hair slicked back between his curling horns, gray fur soft and neat. He bent to tighten the leather straps around the bull's hocks any movement would be stopped by the numerous restraints. Standing back, it appeared that the bull was splayed open, on all fours, opening his back legs. He was spread wide, his cock still sheathed, heavy balls hanging. In essence, he was virtually locked into the prone position, with no ability to move. The tranquilizer, while quickly wearing off, kept him from panic, but his breathing was going from a smooth pattern to erratic pants as he took in his surroundings. The bull was their prize creature at the farm, with scrotum that hung down nearly to the ground. They were already huge, and by the time Asystole was finished with him, his cock and his balls would be obviously even bigger. The increased size in both would also force them to become overly sensitive--and the more sensitive the equipment, the bigger the load. Now, he said to himself, grinning with a streak of sharp white teeth, it seems that our subject of the day is coming back to himself. Moving behind the bull, he moved the creature's tail out of the way and bent to heft one of the massive, boulder-sized balls in both bands and squeezed it.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

Star, the aptly named bull, was rather interesting to walk into the pen with an obvious stumble to his step. He was slow to move, because of the obvious nature of the sedative. He headed over to the spot that the scientist was leading him to. When they got there, the big black bull headed to where he was directed and waited for the hybrid to do as he pleased. The harnesses definitely helped the bull by taking a whole bunch of weight off of his legs. With his legs spread open, and no ability to move, the beast just took in deep breaths. He had little idea about what was going on. However, when the good doctor moved the bulls tail out of the way, and the bull was coming too, he struggled ever so slightly, only to find that he couldn't move. When his large, hefty ball was lifted and squeezed, the bull groaned and shook his head, obviously not enjoying his sensitive, round orb being squeezed like that. However, the result of which was that the balls pulled up slightly higher to his body.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

Asystole carefully weighed Star's balls on a set of scales, hefting them up onto the cold metal surface. The plate sunk with little resistance to their massive weight the arrow quivered towards the right end of the meter. There really was a lot of paperwork involved, but it was necessary--everything needed to be tracked. Formalities aside, he put away the scale and moved towards Star's front. On a scale of one to five, he started, flashing a light in the bull's eyes to make sure he was recovering properly, you're already at a four. But there's still room for improvement. He moved around towards his back, sweeping one paw down the beast's spine when he shook his head. Again, one paw gently reached out and hefted those balls one by one, and he wondered how high quality the bull's cum would be. If it was premium, which those balls almost guaranteed, they might even be able to sell out on top shelves. You're going to enjoy this as much as I do. Well--by the end, anyway. Asys chuckled, retrieving a small trolley with an array of needles and colourful bottles laid out over a velvet sheet. Amending his notes on the sheet simply labelled 'subject medical plan', the hybrid took a thin needle gun and then injected a vial of blue liquid into the back. As the liquid was infused with a quiet 'pssssh' noise, he reached down and pulled the bull's sack down tightly. Hold on, big boy, he murmured, injecting a half shot into each of the male's balls. It shouldn't have been painful at all--the needle was thin, and Asystole knew just where to inject--and they needed to raise the potency of the bull's sperm to the highest possible count. It worked as an aphrodisiac, too, and should cause his cock to start dropping from his sheath and his balls to swell some, but the main growth would come later on.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

The bull blinked a few times, and turned his head to look at Asystole, at least as much as he could. With the touching of his balls, and the work that involved them, the bulls tip started to drop and extend from it's protective sheath. The bright pink tip didn't reveal anything to the nature of his true size. Star's eyes follow the good scientist as he moved in front and went ot his medical supplies. The hand along the bull's spine caused the creature to shiver slightly, however it was nothing that the bull didn't enjoy. This bull was bred, knowing that this was the future for him. He was the pick of the litter when he was born, and bred to do this. The pull of his balls down made the bull shake his head a little, and the needle, while it didn't hurt, certainly wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was dealt with easily. The medicine worked rather quickly, as the giant balls of the bull began to swell and the skin of the scrotum tightening as they began working over time to produce semen and seed. The bull began to breath a little heavier and his cock began to push out of its sheath, and harden rather quickly.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

Asystole watched gleefully as the bull's pink glans began to drop from his velvety sheath, and smoothed a spread paw under the beast to caress his belly. Star seemed almost intelligent as he blinked and looked at the doctor, but Asys dismissed the silly thought. That's right. Good bull. Oh, your balls are swelling up so big for me, so full of cum! Indeed they were, churning in the thin-skinned sac and bloating hugely. Good Star, the hybrid murmured, kneeling down between the bull's spread legs and admiring his huge balls. He was going to do all he could to measure just how much the beast could come. They needed to measure his potency and know if a constant orgasm state would prove profitable. He looked around to make sure that no one else was around, and pressed his cold nose right against the back of Star's scrotum. He inhaled deeply, and then licked a slow trail with his broad, flat tongue over both balls, lapping at them. Very unprofessional, but if no one caught him, what was the harm? He moved further under Star--with the bull's legs bound, there was no way he could kick--and licked at his velveteen sheath and what part of his cock was visible. It would be impossible for him to fit the whole sensitive, blood-purpled head in his mouth, so he continued to just lap at it. Finally, with both paws, he firmly gripped Star's cock and pulled at it, forcing it to drop fully from its sheath. Nibbling and licking at the nerve-filled frenum and sucking at the glans best as he could, he would hopefully bring Star's cock to a full erection and cause him to start dripping copious amounts of precum. Then the doctor's real work could begin.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

The Bull remained where he was as his pink bull-hood descended and dropped out of his sheath. IT was just as impressive as his balls in regards to size. The bull's member grew, however would not achieve full erection that quickly. IT would take a little more to get him fully aroused than that. When Asystole took the advantage of being the only person around, and applied it, Star would only enjoy himself. The cold nose caused his balls to Ascend, slightly and the skin to tighten a little more. Star's breathing increased as he felt the good doctor licking the large, heavy balls that dangled between the bull's legs. His pink dick only continued to pull out, and when the lapping began, Star seemed to groan slightly. The pulling did part of the trick. The rest of the bulls cock pulled out, and was free of the sheath that was housing him. The licking along the underside of his cock, and the nibbling, and attention on his cock head would give the doctor exactly what he wanted. Star's arousal was now full, his cock completely hard and throbbing. Given the size of his balls, precum dripped from his tip nigh constantly while his dick was hard.
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

Asy grinned widely, kneeling down to examine the bull's cock, admiring its impressive size and girth. ''My, my, what a big boy you are.'' He reached out to catch the bull's cock as it slid from its sheath and began to stroke, slowly at first. Once the cock had grown to full mast, he let out a shocked gasp when he noticed the thick, viscous precum drooling from the tip, and the gaping meatus it streamed from. The hybrid squeezed the throbbing glans, swiping his thumb across the pre and licking at it--the perfect mixture of salty and sweet. Dropping the cock, Asystole got up and quickly retrieved a set of sounds from a nearby cabinet. He unzipped the leather case, exposing the set of polished, smooth aluminum tubes. The set was in varying sizes, from small and thin, to a huge rounded tube, five inches in diameter. On the tray alongside the sounds was also laid out several long, smooth vibrators and ridged dildos. Kneeling down, the doctor used both thumbs to pry open the long cocklips, and gently placed a thinner sound into the gaping mouth of Star's cock. The thin sound was dwarfed by the huge opening. As wet as he was, the sound gently slid into the bull, about an inch. Feeling no resistance, the hybrid gently slid the sound further up into him, till only the very tip of the sound was sticking out of his cock. Asystole slowly pulled the sound out of his cock. There was no resistance going into him and there was no resistance as it was pulled out. He immediately put the precum-coated sound onto a towel and picked another sound from the set. This time, he skipped over several of them and picked out a sound that was two inches in diameter. Brace yourself, now, he murmured, and peeling open the cumlips again, slid the sound into the bull's urethra, stretching it. We're only getting started...
Thread: The Milking Pen (Asys and Atrium)

Star couldn't really move well, as his bindings prevented him from doing so. He wanted to wriggle and stomp his feet as Asys examined the bull's impressive dick. The bull snorted at the 'big boy' comment, knowing it was true. When the stroking began, the cock hardened only faster, and the precum would ooze out a little more. The thick, sticky cock syrup was dripping in ropey lengths to the ground, when it wasn't collected by the good doctor that is. The Bull heard the noises that were made by the cabinet opening, and the zipper being used. Star had little idea what was going on. When Asys came back, the bull tried to follow him with his eyes, and lost him when he went behind him once more. When the doctor grabbed onto his cock and used his fingers to pry open the slimy, pre cum dribbling cock lips, the bull groaned softly. The first sound went in with little problem, not even from the bull, or the cock itself. However, when the second sound began to push in, the bull wriggled slightly, the cock resisted the sound being pushed into his massive cock. The bull's balls twitched as the sound went in deeper, and the cock head, and shaft expanded a little to accommodate the metal bar.
Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Isleen, the Sorceress of Darkwood A feared Witch from the forests of a village named Tipa. Said to have 'cursed' the entire village on a whim, Inquisitioners searched and arrested her. Now, she awaits for her execution upon Saint's Haven. Brother Roland , of Saint Yuleri A battle brother from the Ordo Malleus. Stoic and devoted to Saint Yuleri, Roland has seen his fair share of battles protecting the faithful from brigands and escorting pilgrims. He houses a deep seated hatred for Witches and the enemies of the Church. Marisala of the Darkest Black Isleen's teacher and the head of the Blackwood Coven. She had raised her as her own, yet vanished one day leaving behind all of her notes, books and studies for her barely-trained pupil. Considered alive, seeing as her oathstone remains unblemished. Perhaps the inspiration for Isleen's fashion sense... Brother Alphard, of Saint Yuleri A devotist from the Ordo Sacrementus. Despite his high standards for faith and devotion, he has shown to be a caring mentor to his pupils. His harsh training helped shape Roland to the man he is now. He knows much about the boy's past. Lord Daniel, of House Durham A Duke from the ruling house of Durham. Cunning with a suave side about him, Daniel plots for the downfall of the royal family of Revis by co-operating with the Schwarzivald republic. His charm can win over most women's heart.
Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Saint's Haven, as it was known, was a citadel built upon the Martyr's rock, the very site where Inquisitioners loyal to the Shining Prophet, under the lead of Saint Teram died in their valiant fight, defending the statue of the venerated Saint Yuleri from the hands of heathens. Today only the statue remains of the old temple that once stood, built upon it was a mighty fortress and a long tower known today as Saint's Haven. But to others, it had another name Crowshaw. Why so? Because the bodies of witches, heretics and non-believers hung within it's patterned battlements, denied a proper burial in testament to their disgraceful beliefs. One such witch was the Blackwood Sorceress. The villagers of Tipa had long complained of a witch who had cursed their wells and hexed their crops to ruin. With righteous zeal she was weeded out, paraded before the pilgrim's road and then sentenced to death by the tribune. Now, Roland, the very Inquisitioner who had watched over the tower, walked past the rotting smell of dead flesh as he walked towards the cell. She had been given a flowing robe, a habit that they had told her to don to hide her...immodest dress, yet time and time again she refused, instead using the modest clothing as a mattress to supplant the bare ground she slept in. Time and time again she was tortured under mental duress to reveal the location of her Coven leader, Marisala of the Darkest Black, yet time and time again she professed that she was the leader of the coven. Water wheels and threats did little to extract from her the information they craved, until one day she was sentenced to her death her limbs and joints to be shattered upon the 7 Virtues, then left to hang upside down on the 7th ring of the tower, for her to recount her sins as the crows fed on her flesh. Today was indeed her execution. She was to be escorted to the lower areas, first to the chapel for her confession and then to the execution grounds. With his mace readied, he went to the cell where the woman's immodest figure was framed upon the wall, arms spread out and chained with manacles. She was forced into the air, supporting most of her weight from her wrists while her ankles were spread out. The position she was forced to keep for almost hours now, surely they would have run her wit to an end. Your execution awaits, Heretic. Roland said, reading from the sentencing scroll, You are to attend to the Chapel for your last rites and you are to speak with Brother Markus, of Saint Yuleri. That last line was rather atypical not many could gain an audience with the senior inquisitioner shortly before their death. Despite that, Roland walked close, reaching up as he cuffed a Talisman upon her collared neck, holding the magic sink steady. If she tried to cast any spell, the talisman would absorb it as her arms and ankles were unchained, hands forced to her neck level as she was stockaded and led down, flanked by two grimfaced Inquisitioners, dressed in their battle regalia...the very uniform the executioners wore shortly before dispatching their prisoners in a brutal and painful way...
Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Ursa-Hime wrote Contrary to the Hell she had been put through the past few days, this current prison and stocks felt like child's play. Isleen laughed to herself, looking as Roland arrived. Immediately perking up, she smiled brightly at him despite the awkward position her body was in. Roland! How kind of you to come and get me yourself I'd clap but as you can see that's a bit difficult right now! She managed cheerfully, even as he cuffed a talisman to her collar, making her squirm. Oh honey do you really think that sort of thing can keep you safe against a Witch? Well no matter, it looks like I have an important date to keep She said in a sing-song voice, as they paraded her around, her voluptuous form more than showing and enticing all those who would dare to glance at her, to come closer and look harder. As they made their way to the chapel for her so-called 'confession', Isleen tilted her head towards Roland. What's considered a sin honey? Drinking too much? Loving too much? she giggled, enjoying the little banter she was having with him, even if it was completely one sided.
Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Isleen smiled and giggled at Roland the entire time he led her to her death, although she did stumble more than once when he tugged her chain a little too roughly. Pouting as she looked at him, she decided that she could never be mad at Roland for too long - it was hard to be mad at someone who was a little too much fun to tease. But even as it was, there might have even been a slight spark of affection towards him, that she showed only to him and was absolutely petrifying to anyone else that might've tried to approach her. Tilting her head at Roland as she admired his body from behind when they walked, she laughed at his words. Little me? Know about things in excess? Nothing is considered being in excess when you're careful about how you consume it she said in a sing-song tone before smiling brightly as she saw the high Quinton. She was not surprised at his presence, for only days before she had made a deal with them - her services in exchange for her life. Isleen was not dumb - she may have appreciated her freedom, but she had appreciated her life much more and so, it was not a decision that she needed to sit on and think about. Hissing slightly as Roland basically forced her to her knees and not in a way that was she was interested in either!, she looked at the high Quinton as he released her from her stockage. Immediately, she got to her feet proper and stretched her body, flexing her fingers before summoning a little dark magic with it, jumping up and down excitedly, her more ample assets following suit and moving with her. Hee hee thank you 'your holiness' She giggled, leaning in to the high Quinton and leaving a peck on his cheek - out of affection and thanks before looking at Roland and waving, a wide grin on her face.
Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Thanks?! What was the meaning of all this? Redoubled with his vindication, Roland stood immediately, mace drawn loftily. He charged towards the mage, blinded by righteous fanaticism. Enough! yelled the Quinton, who, with the swift movement of his hand, warded his advanced with an ornate magical sigil. Guaahhhhhack! he gasped out, hitting the floor. I shall have none of your insolence, Brother Roland! The Quinton sounded quite angry. And all the while...she was looking at him with that kind of face...one that quite surely said 'I win'. The Quinton sighed, unphased by the peck to his cheek. He took no satisfaction from this, however... Roland struggled to his knees, his faith quite shaken...a deal, with a heretic? Impossible! Sometimes, brother Roland, one must make a deal with a darker force to defeat a more sinister foe. the Quinton began, The Schwarzivald republic continues to spread, encroaching our borders even as they war with Ylisse and Sacae. The province of Carcino had long been annexed and it would not be long until our country, the Theocracy of Carderock would soon find the banners of war among us. Yes, Roland knew well about the wars beyond their borders. Having long been away from the reach of the belligerent empire, Carderock existed with relative peace. But...that may soon change. ...You will require all manners of magic to overcome your trials, young one. Unfortunately, you must rely on her power to overcome them. Is that understood? Y-Yes...your holiness... That look on his face must be giving her off quite the satisfaction! However...you will not be alone in this tribulation. he said, walking close as he, without warning, thrust his hand into her chest, passing through flesh and...touching her own beating heart. And onto a vein.. he attached a runic ring. The move was sure to surprise her. This is known as the Saint's Engagement ring. Oaths were made upon these trinkets. Should she break the pledge...the ring would melt and she would die agonizingly slowly. You know well the poison of the Baneslock Weed, no? Only a Chimera's tear is more potent than that rare herb...and I am sure you'd be reluctant to feel it's sting. the Quinton said, as he too walked towards Roland, thrusting his hand to place the other ring. B-but...why?! These two rings are inseparable. If she is to die...then you shall also. But she cannot harm you the ring is engraved. Only by reciting a canto will you allow her to cast dark magicks yet again. he said, This, young Roland, is your test if you are able to endure your trial, you shall become enlightened. Is this clear? he asked. Roland looked up to him, breaking out in cold sweat. I...I understand, your Holiness.