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Thread: Deep in the Dark......

She frowned, looking past the light, into the darkness, before she spoke, her words soft but carrying, in a strange language, a tongue almost made for sorcery, sibilant sounds almost fit for the worship and praise of serpent-kind. Still, there was force to the words, as she stood haughty and almost regal, projecting confidence and power. Old StygianWho hides in the darkness beyond our light? Speak, so we may know you.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright Emanaia Lajaira Killian stepped forward, it seemed he was fine with taking the lead despite not being exactly a warrior. Or perhaps he wanted to peek a little more for as soon as he was given the light he kneeled down scarce inches away from her barely covered crotch, was he really inspecting the soil or was he just looking for a excuse to peer closer at the shaved folds of the tempting woman before her for even Emanaia could know what he has just discovered. The zingarian bronze skinned beauty didn't cared much about this though and didn't stepped back instead awaited for what else would their explorer discover next. Could it be an interest fact about the cave they found themselves lost in or maybe a discovery much more lewd in nature, one that would involve his rough hands and the welcoming skin of her smooth thighs? None of this happened, yet, for another voice joined them coming from within the depths of the dark room they had all woke up in. As the voice approached Emanaia was able to notice the uncommon features of a khitan woman and the ways of a high born noble. Instantly the zingaran temptress turned around to welcome her taking away any posibility of a close encounter between her lower lips and Killian but offering instead her tight shapely ass to the only male amongst them. Zingaran It is indeed a pleasure not only to allow you to join us but also to allow us to be in such company as that of yourself, please consider yourself more than welcome. Been used to deal with all kind of people thanks to her long travels Emanaia presented herself then with a bow and spoke in what she thought would be a more comfortable language for the newly arrived. Stygian By the way I'm Emanaia and let's just hope we can make up for the disadvantage we all found ourselves in. As she leaned forward it would be inevitable though that her perfectly rounded bare ass, as the thin cloth line was nowhere to be seen even her cheeks spread, invaded Killian personal space and maybe even grazed his face if he did not moved away. It would be then when the just arrived female addressed someone in the darkness, Emanaia wasn't able to see anything beyond the light they had and couldn't decipher what was said either but with the khitan being so calmed she did not raised her sword.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

The vanir girl gave a startled gasp at the zingaran's touch. Her perky bosom bounced at the inhalation. Her cheeks flushedfair skin betraying her even in the dim lightand tingles radiated from the other girl's touch. What was that? Um... ah... she replied. Oh, that's a clever reply! The redhead blinked again when another voice spoke, she twisted to face the newcomer, sword coming half out of it's scabbard, but immediately relaxed and shouldered it once again, murmuring, How come everyone else gets a loincloth. Spot 19, Eyes of the Cat
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

In the darkness, in response to the words, a little shuffling figure that of all those present, only Vallah could see, and even then only as something lurking in the shadows near the entrance to the cave, would recoil, as if struck. And then, the words came, low and hissing, soft and yet somehow disturbing, as if the breath to speak them came from cracked teeth and a lisp. The entire thing is short and almost confused. If you speak Stygian DC 15 Intelligence check, or if you speak Old Stygian You speak like them, but don't look or smell like them..... Who is in the cave of pain?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright Emanaia Lajaira Emanaian couldn't help but to feel unseetled by the mysterious voice of the yet more mysterious being that lurked in the darkness would it be friend or foe. Her hand would tighten around the hilt of her sword as the creature answered in the same hissing language that the khitan spoke. The language itself sounded familiar somehow but still she could not undestand a single word of what was being said, awaiting for others reaction, mainly for Meihui's, the zingaran girl awaited trying to look calm not to provoke the creature.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

At the words, she does not seem to react, though a hand almost twitches, as if used to having a fan that would be spread before her face, though it was only the smallest of twitches. Still, she though through it all, and did not frown. There were considerations, particularly as whatever was out there seemed to speak this in a comfortable manner, and more, was aware of others that spoke it. And this was a language of sorcery, of ancient stygia. This raised... complications. Her tone, was calm and polite, almost welcoming and soft. Old StygianWe are but four travelers on the great river of life, that have been carried by an unseen eddy to this place. We have awoken by the waters, carrying only the tools of our professions. And it was in fact, entirely true, at least from her own view. Her knife was useful for sacrifices, and the others were barbarians, thus why they are so heavily armed. Her words however, along with her body language, were meant to convey a sense of friendliness and non-aggression, to make the speaker more inclined to... think positively. Diplomacy Meihui1D208 2416 8
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignCenter There is a quietness from the cave entrance, even as the creature, or man, steps forward, stopping in the region where the light fades to the solid darkness, eyes closed shut, a hand over them, as the creature hisses out a few words, before slinking back into the shadows. Vallah, with her keen eyes, would be able to see it lurking about the entrance of the cave, even before it hissed again. Spot DC 20 or Eye of the Cat Feat The creature is not looking comfortable, shifting, and rubbing it's eyes. Message one Intelligence check DC 15 if you speak Stygian, or 0 if you speak Old Stygian So you say, so you say. Look then, but I shall not stay inside of the blinding pain! Message Two Intelligence check DC 15 if you speak Stygian, or 0 if you speak Old Stygian You have seen Guleh, and Guleh has seen you. You speak like them. If you want to find them, follow the river.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img200x220 alignright Vallah Is he... Vallah murmured in Zingaran, Um, it all right? She glanced about, Maybe the light hurts his eyes? What languege is that?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

The asian woman nods, inclining her head, as she slips into the less arcane and sophisticated language of these barbarians, though also one of the few she has in common with them, particularly the one that had spoken. She did not move her head or eyes away from this... Guleh, but she spoke. ZingarianIt is the elder tongue of the serpent lands, a common enough language among those who delve into the lore of the ancient world. As for the creature.... She pauses for a moment, eyes watching the darkness, though they failed to penetrate the gloom. ZingarianHe refers to this as the Cave of Pain, and has refereed to light as blinding pain. She bobs her head in the near faintest of gestures. He also refers to others that speak Old Stygian, close by the waters, though he does not seem to be overly concerned about giving us this knowledge.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

Inspection was slightly difficult with the nether regions of one of his new companions right next to his face, and as the pattern of colors that first caught his attention were not moving, and that the effectively nude Zingaran seemed about as inert, the distraction remained a constant as he observed the beginnings of a line. The line wasn't steady or unbroken, making a trace of it difficult, but he did his best to follow it. He briefly lost the path as the Zingaran turned, drawing his attention back to another part of her body, this time well-lit thanks to the pod in his hand. One brisk exhalation later, Killian returned to his task. He heard the Khitan's question, but as he did not understand the language in which it was asked, the sound was only a mild irritation to Killian, and a curiosity that paled in comparison to his new puzzle. He focused more on the patterns below, eventually making out the beginnings of what would become a handprint as the rest of his companions braced for unpleasant developments. He could not hear the breathy whispers of the hidden creature, so it wasn't until Vallah referenced him and their newest, still unnamed companion mentioned the blinding pain that Killian looked up. He'd only barely noticed the faint glitter from the pool. Not knowing what they were talking about, he simply listened intently, crouched near the edge of the pool.
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Thread: The Flames of War Never Changes (Shyone and Victoria St.Clair)

Coughing up blood into his hand Charles stumbled forward down the road as he held his shot gun loosely at his side. The arm was useless because of the shot he had taken to the shoulder, but he had managed to tie his shotgun to his hand. He still had enough feeling in his fingers that he could pull trigger if need be, but as every step felt harder he wondered if he could actually survive until the next settlement. The whole meeting he had set up with some men that claimed to have key cards needed to get inside an Old World US Army weapons cache, but instead it had turned out to be an ambush. Somehow they had figured out what he was really after, and wanted his information instead. Frankly they had underestimated Charles and now where all lying out in the dirt with their brains blown out their leader with his head cut off. Still they had given him a few broken bones, a shot to the shoulder, and some mild internal injury that the man considered the least of his worries as long as the bullet could be removed before he got an infection in that area. Noticing a building ahead with a satellite dish on top, Charles mouthed to himself through thirst crusted lips, It cant be Before he could even get a better look though a wave of dizziness overtook him, and he yelled out in pain as it was his injured shoulder that caught his fall. Gritting his teeth he pushed himself up and crawled the last few feet to the wall of the compound and rested against it breathing hard as he inspected his surroundings. Only breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that he had not attracted any attention, but cursed his foolishness for not bring a stim pack or two or at least some medical supplies. At least he had not forgotten to bring food and water, reaching behind him he pulled some pure water out and took a sip of the irradiated drink, and sighed with a smile, staring out towards the sun in the distance as he began to figure that this might not be such a place to die if it came down to it. Still there was no reason to go down that easy so trying his best Charles used the wall behind himself to prop his body up as he stood It was to no avail as he ended up slipping back down again, chuckling at the ironic nature of the situation. Here he was on the edge of finding the treasure he had been seeking and well it seemed that death might just have his life before then. His only luck was that the entrance to this place seemed to be along the road ways which people traveled. So maybe he would encounter a good Samaritan today? Reaching up he toyed with the strange golden locket he wore around his neck that was shaped like a heart wearing a little top hat. Yes maybe he could hope against hope
Thread: The Flames of War Never Changes (Shyone and Victoria St.Clair)

Zipping up her suit after taking a moment to drain the hose, those heels clicked along the broken street as she meets back up with the team. Victoria - Syde, Where are we and how much further? Syde blew his nose only to point up the road to an old bunker, but before they could continue the team heard someone yell out in pain. Victoria made the team push on to the target location as she inspected the sound, with her weapon at hand she pushed along a stone wall, her heeled boots stop as she squats down looking at the ground to inspect the blood drops. Fresh - she said under her painted black glossy lips. Standing up she follows the blood and wondering what poor fool had died this day. To the end of the trail at the back end of the compound she finds him, a small man, wounded, and on his last breath it seems. Victoria- Well, well, well... look what we have here, that is a nasty gun wound, and you seem to be dehydrated as well, the question is do you want to live? The lady of Steel walks closer inspecting the man as she squats with both legs open before him, her bulge stretching the suit she had on as well as her perfect chest, Victoria moved her jet black hair out of her face to examine the man. Placing the heavy flamer to the side, her soft blue eyes stare at the wound as her hands with black painted nails sharpened like claws reach for his shirt to rip open more what the gun shot had left, seeing the wound and moving a hand under his jaw line she slaps him. Victoria - Hey you alive or do I just leave you here? Her eyes where more blue than they should be only to the fact that the eyeliner and eye shadow made it so. Victoria's hands played with the man's hair moving it from his face to see if he would give one last breath or word... she waited for a response at the same time he could feel her hands searching him for anything useful. Shame I found you like this, you look cute, would be a damn shame to see such a thing like you go to waste like this. -He could feel her hand run up his inner thigh and groping his crotch, which seemed to spark the man alive...
Thread: The Flames of War Never Changes (Shyone and Victoria St.Clair)

You have what I want? hmmm... perhaps, first tell me what you are doing out here alone as it seems and how did you get this wound for starters? Victoria reply in a soft voice, she quickly grabs the medic kit and starts to work on his wound pulling out the slug from his shoulder before spraying it with aid foam. Sorry if that hurt but you will live, now don't touch it, the foam will do its work. Victoria explained just as she placed both hands under his arms and lifted him up to stand on his two feet, only to find himself pinned between the wall and her, he could feel her cock pressing against his as if it was some way of telling him that she was the alpha of the group, her breasts pressed against his chest.- Now lets be clear you do not make the decisions around here or demands... - Victoria pressed her hip into him more.- Now if you have the skills I need to get into old tech then we might make use of you, if not then you might be on your own.. -Victoria steps away to see the man as he is and to read his body language at this point her cock had grown from the engagement the two just had below the belt, the skin tight suit seemed to outline it very well. Before he could speak someone yells out for Victoria as she simply picks up the flamer weapon and runs toward the front of the bunker... at this moment Charles sees the back of her body of powerful legs leading to a large perfect ass and slim waist. As she rounds to the front Charles can hear a male voice explain to her that the door is locked by old tech, a computer that is placed on the wall next to the door, the green text with the blinking cursor. No way to get inside then, explosives? -Victoria questions the door to the others, only to have another male explain to her that the bunker would withstand the stuff they have. Silence for a moment.- Okay you three stay put and keep a look out I will see if our new friend has any clue as to how this shit works. -Victoria walks to the back to see Charles still in place she gives him a smile with those glossy black lips.- I see you stuck around, so you have any skills you like to share? - As she speaks the weapon in hand is dropped and her body pressed against his, seems she is working her charisma with the young man, one hand runs along his chest as the other plays in his hair, the aid foam has done its job and healed the wound at this point. Before another word is spoken she reaches for her zipper and slowly pulls it down.- Tell me shy one, you going to speak up or do I have to put something in that mouth to speak? Victoria was a bold lady as her black glossy lips where inches from his awaiting his answer.
Thread: The Flames of War Never Changes (Shyone and Victoria St.Clair)

Victoria gripped the young man's hair and pulled his head back, she was tall enough to still look down at him with a smile, Charles could hear the zipper reach its end point just before she placed her other hand on his jaw to squeeze his cheeks together. I need someone with some talents that are very sought-after in times like this. Victoria explains only to stop mid way through her words to lick Charles lips before continuing on with her speech. I need a special skilled individual that can get into security or disable locks, perhaps be my bitch, you wouldn't know anyone like that would you? - Victoria said with a grin as her strength now showing to the young man as she pushes him down to his knees, her hand still grasping a full set of black locks, his eyes views her body as the zipper open revealing cleavage of her perfect breasts, to her toned abs, and finally to the hilt of her she cock that was trying to free itself from her skin tight suit. Would you like to join the Brotherhood of Steel young man? -Victoria questions him as she pulls her she cock free revealing the nine inch throbbing cock, and as it came free from the suit a line of pre-cum launched from the tip landed on his lips just before she rubbed her cock against his cheek as it continues to leek. His eyes now could see the flame tattoo from the tip down the shaft outlined in multi color fashion. Those in the Brotherhood call me Lady Victoria, those in private or who know me very well call me the flame queen, remember that little one... Now how about you join us? -Victoria smiles and just before he could say anything the tip of her cock presses against his lips and is pushed into his mouth, she slowly slides it into his gullet and down his throat before a big sigh comes over her and she looks down at him with a smile. This is the Steel part of the Brotherhood little one, and its such a good fit down this hole of yours, and if you join me I will make you my personal bitch boi, would you like that? of course you would. -Victoria explains to him as she rocks her hips making his suck her cock, he can feel the tip releasing pre cum spurts down his throat as she held his head with both hands and fucked his face behind the bunker for a moment. Now I will give you a moment to answer before I finish, I hope you decide to join me. - Pulling out her cock it dripped with drool as she lays it against his face and awaits his answer.
Thread: 'MOMMY, CAN I KEEP THE HUMAN?'.....(Danielle and KnightCreep)

Wendy shook her head, trying to clear the chemical fog out of her brain. She finally regained her eyesight, then wished she hadn't..... The 18 year old brunette was naked! worse than that, she had a large rubber ball shoved in her mouth, a strap around her jaw holding it in tight. As she looked around, she saw that her arms were suspended over her head, her wrists bound and tied to the overhead beam. Her feet were tied and something was inside her, imbedded deep inside her vagina..... It's a spiked rubber ball, the girl hanging next to her explained. No, I'm not gagged cause I've been sold here twice before.....the ball has rubber spikes on it to keep you from moving around....try to struggle and you'll see what I mean... Wendy stared at the girl. SOLD? is that what she's doing here? she heard in the village stories like that.....human females being taken but none ever returned to the village to tell what happened. That must've been what happened to her sister last year.... Wendy tried to struggle and immediately felt the huge rubber ball move inside her, the spikes clinging to the inside of her vaginal wall.....she tried to scream but the gag kept her quiet. The room was filled with a dozen other girls, all naked, some gagged, some not but most still struggled then screamed. Apparently all the slave girls here had the same spiked ball imbedded in their pussies. When your'e sold, the girl next to her continued....your owner will be given a spike....they'll stick it inside you and deflate the ball....it's the only way it will come out without tearing you up inside..... Wendy stared at the window across from her.....it was a one sided mirror, on the other side was the potential buyers....
Thread: 'MOMMY, CAN I KEEP THE HUMAN?'.....(Danielle and KnightCreep)

Among the buyers was a large wolf furry named Luna. She had always wanted a pup of her own, but she was infertile. She was looking at Wendy with great interest. 'She is going to be mine...' Luna thought to herself.
Thread: 'MOMMY, CAN I KEEP THE HUMAN?'.....(Danielle and KnightCreep)

Wendy and the other new captives continued to struggle against their bonds while the other girls, the ones that have been here before didin't...they knew just how much it hurt to fight with those spiked objects implanted in their vaginas. For Wendy, yes it hurt terribly, but the idea of being captured, of being on display naked was just too humiliating.....as she struggled, her massive tits swayed...she moaned while the ball inside her seemed to grab hold of her tissue.... Suddenly, the large rectangular window facing them became clear and the captives saw just who----or what----had been bidding on them....they were all furries, humanoid but wolf-like. Wendy gasped....she heard of these creatures, been warned about them. Uncounted decades ago, the Earth became decimated by plague. Time heals all wounds as the saying goes and the planet was no excemption. In time, the plague dissipated, but somehow one animal species was immune.....the wolves.... Human population shrank due to much of the males dying off. The few that remained basically did little more than impregnating young girls to keep the human population alive. Wendy didn't want to be a breeder so she went to another village when she came of age. There were stories of the furries, as they were called....stories of wolf or cat like humanoids that walked on 2 feet but retained much of the characteristics of a wolf, mainly the grey-white fur, pointed ears and tail. Rumors of humans captured and being sold in pet stores or sex slave auctions for the furries to buy went through all the villages. Mothers still warned their children to behave themselves or 'the furries would catch you'..... Wendy watched in horror as the wolf creatures gazed at them. A petite blonde about 3 girls down from her was evidently sold. A furry female came out from the bidding room and approached the girl....as she struggled, the furry took a long tube shaped spike, thrusted it in the blonde's pussy and withdrew the spiked ball. After that, she took a harness and put it on herself....it was a strap on with a foot long dildo swaying from the middle.....as the furry grabbed the blonde by the waist, she thrusted the dildo deep in the blonde's pussy and began raping her. Finally after about 20 minutes she stopped, pulled out and paid the furry in charge of the auction. Take her to my car, she said. Keep her tied and gagged.... Wendy and the other captives watched as the blonde's wrists were undone from the overhead beam, her hands tied behind her and carried off out the door, leaving the rest of the girls to wonder about their fate.....