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Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

Megan grinned and rolled her eyes, trying to get the other girls to laugh along but they simply avoided her gaze, already marking her out as someone who'd get them into trouble if they hung out with her. Their rejection hurt Megan, but she quickly brushed it off- deciding that she'd get through this on her own. And she wouldn't let some muscly man in a silly hat break her will. Megan eyed the uniforms, noticing that the tops were too small but shrugging it off. When the cart reached her, she shook her handcuffed hands again, and with a sigh one of the instructors pulled a small handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked them. She winced as blood started rushing back into her wrists. The instructor shoved the uniform at her, waiting for her to put them on before moving down the line. Megan looked down at herself with amusment, the too tight tops were obviously for the men's perverse pleasure. It wasn't gucci...but it was clothing- and that was better than walking around naked. The word 'punishment' sent a shiver of fear down her spine. But Megan refused to allow the emotion to stay long on her face, and she quickly pulled her bored mask back on. As they were led back to the barracks, Megan muttered to herself...The fucking psycopath thinks he's God? What a nutcase... She was quickly told to shut her trap and they were led into sparcely furnished barracks. Megan yawned as the instructor drawled on, eyeing her bed. Finally, when they were ordered into bed and the lights were turned off, plunging them into darkness. And as sleep embraced her, Megan's last though was what would her punishment be?
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

At five the next morning Sergeant Graves stormed into the barracks, looking for all the world as if he hadn't so much as relaxed the night before. Megan was pulled roughly out of bed and shoved a bright red ball gag into her protesting mouth before a word could exit it. Holding her arms tight to her sides the sergeant led her out into the relatively cool morning air. As the day wore on the temperature and humidity would both sky rocket. Those on the beach could count on the sea breeze to give them relief from the baking heat but the camp was sheltered by the thick press of swampland that surrounded it. Graves marched her through the dark camp and down a thin wooden bridge over a patch of swamp and finally onto a bare dirt field 100 yards square. Across from the gap in the tress they had emerged from stood Master Sergeant Roberts, again with the black fatigues and matching boonie cap. Graves marched the girl toward Roberts who completely ignored the pair of them until Graves had presented himself with a snap to attention and a smart salute. Sir, Sergeant Graves presents Cadet Megan for morning inspection and punishment detail as directed. Roberts nodded and returned. Have your platoon up, showered and dressed for morning PT at 0630. Graves saluted again and jogged off back toward the barracks. Roberts looked at the girl standing in front of him up and down. Now Cadet Megan you have been marked for. He made a show of thinking of the exact transgressions before continuing on. Speaking out of turn, failing to comply to a direct order, noncompliance, and insulting a superior officer. Also your verbal abuse on the bus yesterday has earned you more counts of insulting a superior officer, speaking out of turn, and non compliance. Additionally you had to be restrained which will greatly increase the severity of your punishments. As with every morning I will inspect you to ensure you are in compliance with each of our mandated uniform codes. Undress now. He stepped close to her. And disobeying me out here is not a wise idea. He spat each word with malice and an underlying venom that showed hoe deeply he meant it.
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

Megan was wrenched from her dreams by the arms- literally. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, and she struggled violently as she was dragged from the cosy nest she had made. She was about to protest when a ball gag was shoved roughly into her mouth. Her blue eyes flashed with anger and she squirmed in the Sergant's grip, but he was strong...and he simply pulled her along un-dettered. It was way too early to be awake, and her bleary eyes looked around her with growing apprehension as she remembered the reason for her rude morning wake up call - punishment. Megan swallowed hard, dragging her feet as she was lead across a bridge and onto a dirt field. They came to a stop in front of the same imposing Sergant from yesterday. And her eyes narrowed upon seeing him. Megan watched the exchange between the two men, and was relieved when the sergant dropped her arms and left. But the relief quickly disintigrated as he stepped towards her and listed her rule breaks. And she stepped back as he issued the last command. Instantly crossing her arms under her armpits and shaking her head. Mumbling against the gag. Realizing her hands were now free, and not caring if it was breaking any more rules, she reached behind her head and fiddled with the buckle until it came loose. Meg grabbed the gag and threw it on the floor. There is no fucking way I'm stripping, not in front of you again. Before injecting her own venom into the word, Sir. Megan frowned as one of the rules flashed through her head from the night before...They had to shave all of the hair from their body...well, she hadn't had the time as she'd been so rudely woken up. There was still a strip of hair, just how she liked it.
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

Roberts nodded, seemingly to himself. The large man then drew himself up and without any perceptible warning launched himself at the solitary girl. Calloused hands extended toward her thighs and looped around them before squeezing them to his chest and standing before letting her own gravity take them toward his back. Roberts had a single boot planted in the dirt and spun agilely on it. The pair of them reversed position and instead of her landing on him she went down hard with his bulk between her legs. First the right and then the left leg looped up and around her in the moment of her disorientation and within seconds he was straddling her in the dirt. Another failing to comply with a direct order, as well as noncompliance. And your first uniform violation. Cadets will not act in any manner that leads, purposefully of coincidentally to their uniform becoming soiled. And I will also be restraining you again. The speech done he set about disrobing the girl. First he deftly unfastened the button of her pants that was directly opposite his before his hands worked under the hem of her shirt and found purchase. The sharp tug of the garment let him know she was resisting again and he mentally added to the tally of her code violations.
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

Megan watched, waiting to see what he would do. But she was caught off guard when he rushed her and pulled her tightly to his chest by grasping her thighs. She struggled to get free, but his strength was incredible, and if felt like he was squeezing the life out of her. She cried out as they fell to the ground, hitting the foor hard and causing Megan to grimace in pain. The weight of him straddling her legs told her she'd been caught off guard again. Meg chewed her lip as he listed her violations, making note that she'd made new ones. As she felt the Sergant pull at her pants button, she instantly began struggling again, especially as he tugged the tank top she wore. Her blue eyes were wild with panic, and the first flickerings of fear. She glared up at him, Tell me Sir, why the fuck have I got to be naked for a bloody punishment?! Megan could feel his muscles pressed up against her, and any other place or situation...and she would have been trying to seduce this type of guy.
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

You don't. He said and then qualified the statement. You have to be naked for your daily inspection. He said and then sat back pensively. If I let you up will you just undress for the inspection? He knew that bargaining was always favorable to force when it came to teens. If they though they had power it was easier to control them.
Thread: Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

Megan eyed him suspiciously, sure that there was some plan behind her stripping- other than 'inspection.' She sighed as his face remained blank, his hands still firmly grasping her, reminding her that if she said no, he strip her anyway. And doing it herself was better than him doing it for her. Megan nodded reluctantly, shifting uncomfortably beneath him. Waiting for him to get off her.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

Allan had moved into his new home as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He had no desire to continue dealing with the happy-go-lucky idiots that, so maggot-like, had infested his high school alongside him. This unhappy congregation of individuals had turned him from an open-minded and very bright young student, into a nihilistic, hell-bent and hateful human being. There were a few others in his school that he still enjoyed spending time with, and while they did visit, they visited quite infrequently. He was not free of income. Although his businesses were of questionable legal sanctity, the means by which he solidified his transactions was infallible. During high school, he had taught himself an intermediate level of technical programming know-how, as well as a basic knowledge of engineering and a few other languages. His main source of income was not a sale of goods, but rather the masterminding of secure transactions between anonymous parties, the identities of which only he knew. He organized secure black-market trades, as well as mingling with certain drug trafficking rings. Allan, although he had experimented during high school, never actually participated in a purchase, himself. Allan carefully touched the soldering gun to the pin. The solder liquified and he cautiously tugged the frayed wire with a pair of tweezers. It slipped out of the hole from the tiny protruding piece of circuit-board. He grabbed the replacement wire and cap housing and cautiously slipped the new wire into the same hole. He touched the soldering gun to the new pin and the solder liquified again. He removed the soldering gun. He let go of the wire. Nothing came undone. Allan smiled and placed the new motorized cap onto the fixture, and gently re-screwed the central bolt. He stepped back and turned a key within the cockpit. The engine rumbled to life. He pressed a button on the dash, and a tiny led panel informed him that the read. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Aw, fuck me. he muttered under his breath, and turned off the car. Allan made his way up the stairs- luxuriously. He was in absolutely no rush to answer the door, as whoever was ringing his doorbell had absolutely no right to be on his front steps. He thought he had made this perfectly clear with the No Trespassing signs he'd peppered the lawn with. It seemed that word among solicitors seemed to propagate faster than mosquitos. Allan undid the lock. He slid the secondary lock. He disengaged the tertiary lock. Allan opened the door. Standing in the sunlight in front of him, a girl a little bit shorter than he, with happy brown hair, smiling brown eyes and inexcusably bright clothes. Allan stood in the dim light of his home with black jeans, a completely illegible-- and black-- band t-shirt, long, dark brown hair and cynical, dark brown eyes. What?
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

Elsa's heart leapt into her throat when the locks began to slide from behind the door. Someone was there! Locks couldn't undo themselves, and it was obviously by the series of subtle clicking noises that there were several locks on the door. Then the door swung open. Her heart was beating absolutely wildly. Her mind raced back to the last day they'd talked. He'd been wearing his usual brand of dark and unhappy clothing, but she hadn't been deterred by it. She thought it was kind of cute, actually, the way he hid himself behind clothes all the time. The complete opposite of Elsa herself, who wore clothes to accentuate herself. Then he was standing there. Tall as always, but not as bent over as he used to be. His hair was just as long as it had been, though it looked a little more fresh and not as greasy. She'd always wanted to touch his hair. Her friends had thought his hair was disgusting and that he obviously never washed it, but his particular style had always intrigued her. His clothes were fairly similar too. His shirt was a band shirt of course, and one that she'd never heard of in her entire life. She liked mainstream top 40 music, the kind of music he probably thought was hellsent. Hi Allan! she squealed when she finally got her voice back. Then she realized she probably sounded like and idiot. She wiped the goofy grin off of her face as much as she could, Oh, sorry. I mean..hi Allan! I'm so glad that I finally found you. I've been looking for you since graduation! You're a pretty sneaky guy. she laughed a little and folded her hands together. More awkward. Um...so yeah! There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

NurseK said Hi Allan! she squealed when she finally got her voice back. Then she realized she probably sounded like and idiot. She wiped the goofy grin off of her face as much as she could, Oh, sorry. I mean..hi Allan! I'm so glad that I finally found you. I've been looking for you since graduation! You're a pretty sneaky guy. she laughed a little and folded her hands together. More awkward. Um...so yeah! There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. Click to expand... Allan stepped back, his eyes widening a bit. What do you mean 'finally found me'? Fuck, it took me years to organize my disappearance. Were you followed? Does anybody know where you went? Allan grabbed her arm and led her inside. He closed the door quickly and looked out the hole in the door. He sidestepped to the window and peered out. Finally, he turned to her and crossed his arms. It took me a lot of effort to keep my location and personal information concealed. This better be fucking important. he muttered, and quickly redid the locks. He turned to her and looked her up and down. Who are you... I barely even remember talking you. This is probably some big joke. he thought, Might as well find out how deep the rabbit hole goes. Allan eyed her suspiciously. So, I'm sorry, what exactly brings you here? Money? Drugs? Sex? Wait-- Do you even know what I do for a living? he said, realizing that she may not have known as much as he'd feared.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

She yelped when he dragged her into his house. That wasn't exactly what she'd expected, but hey if he was inviting her in she wasn't going to be rude and refuse him. She stumbled in and rubbed her wrist a little when he let go of her. He had an extremely tight grip. She thought she might actually have a little bruise there. She glanced down at it and inspected it a little dramatically as he watched the outside world through the peephole and the window. Then she laughed lightly and shook her head. Of course no one followed me, silly. Everyone still thinks I'm stupid for trying to ask you out in April. She raised an eyebrow at him. Money? Sex? Drugs? Well, sex wouldn't exactly be a bad thing but she hadn't come here specifically looking for that. She'd come looking for him, to talk to him. She might actually be butchering that chance right now. No...I have no idea what you do for a living, and then she shrugged, And...I don't care. It's probably not something I understand anyway. I...um, she shifted her weight back and forth and her face flushed. I...I wanted you to know that I still really like you, a lot. I'm not even mad that you wouldn't even acknowledge me when I asked you out.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

It was good that she hadn't been followed. Allan sighed with relief. Oh... Well... I guess it's probably good that you-- he mumbled under his breath. He choked on his words. She tried to ask me out? he thought in disbelief. He cocked his head and squinted. Wait, what? When was this? Allan tried to think back. He couldn't remember a time when she had spoken directly to him There had been a time at lunch, but he figured from the laughter that she'd been poking fun at his expense or something and had ignored it. Allan looked her straight in the eye. So... you came just to tell me you like me? Allan rubbed his chin. Well, I suppose I have to admire your determination. Suddenly, the phone rang. Allan sighed, and picked up the one on the table near the door, Hmm. ... Speaking... ... What kind of latency are we talking about? Are you getting any suspicious net traffic? ... What do you mean, my fault? I gave you everything you needed to do this securely. You might have a leak within your group. ... So you did have a leak, then. ... I'm probably being tracked. If not now, within a day or so. Thanks, fuckwad, pleasure doing business with you. I hope you get caught, you fucking retard.listu Allan slammed the phone on the hook and put his face in his hand. FUCK. He grumbled loudly. He looked up to Elsa. I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but I'm going to have to ask you not to leave this house for a few days. A notorious gang is on the lookout for me and anybody associated with me, so if they know you've been here and they find you, they'll find me. I'm not going to explain why, but all the amenities are on the propriety and most within the house. There's plenty of food in the fridge, and there's a food storage area in the bunker downstairs. You can use any of the spare rooms upstairs, except for mine. Just don't go in the basement and don't go in my room or the small door next to it. Please excuse me. Allan quickly ran upstairs. A door opened, there were some clicks, some metal-against metal, and a door closing, and Allan swiftly returned with a large metal-panelled briefcase. He set it down on the table by the door. That's everything. I'm really sorry about the inconvenience.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

Elsa, again, gave him one continuous blank stare as he spoke on the phone, rambled at her, ran around, and then up the stairs. It took her a couple of seconds to register what he said. Stay for a few days? What? B-b-but --! she started, but he'd already fled the room. She turned around in a slow circle, somehow that reassured her that he wasn't going to pop out of somewhere or something. Stay...? she repeated, only to herself. Elsa was a bright girl undoubtedly, but right now she was inexplicably confused. She narrowed her eyes and really concentrated. A dangerous mob was after him, so she couldn't leave. She had to stay in his house. There was plenty of food and amenities, but she couldn't go into his room or the small one adjoining it. Okay...that was weird. And then suddenly he was back, setting a briefcase down on the table. Allan...I...I don't understand. I have to stay here? Someone's trying to kill you? Shouldn't we call the police or something?
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

Allan chuckled. Police? No, they don't even know I exist. In fact, you're the only one who even really knows where I live. he said to her, Besides, wouldn't surprise me if the gang was better funded than the police. Allan tapped the briefcase. In any case, I really am sorry about this whole situation. He checked his watch. I know it won't really make up for it, but I'd at least like to treat you to dinner. Allan opened the suitcase and pulled out a thick, polished cylinder with a gently glowing white bar along one side, and an indentation and small hole in one end. He set it down on the ground, and pulled out a short rod. He pressed a small button on one end of the rod, and the rod extended, exposing a fork-like protrusion at one end. He pushed on a small notch at the other end, and then slid the rod into the metal canister. He reached back into the briefcase and collected five silvery-blue disks and a sheet of paper, and began unlocking the door. I'll be right back, if you could head down that hallway to your right, the dining room is at the end. Dinner should be served, please start without me. With that, he headed outside.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

She was the only one who knew where he lived? That was creepy. He was wrong too. She'd asked someone where he lived and they'd told her that they thought they'd seen him driving up a dark country road into the forest and that his house must be there. So...they knew something, even if they didn't know exactly where it was. But..she wasn't going to bring that up to him right now. He seemed on edge, and she didn't want to push it. If there was one thing that she'd learned from all her jock boyfriends was that when they were on edge, you never pushed them. Unless you wanted to get punched in the face and then be forced to give head for being bad. Once Allan had left the room with his silvery disks Elsa glanced down the hallway. Dinner should be served? So...he had servants? This boy was confusing her more and more with every thing he said. She walked down the hallway slowly, not wanting to make a sound. Somehow she felt that if she made too much noise she would set off some crazy alarm system. She reached the dining room and peered in, seeing a table set for one with an extra plate set out haphazardly. She sat down at the table and began to pick out some vegetables and put them on her plate. There was meat, but meat was fatty, and she almost never ate it.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

From down the hall, the door slammed shut. There were some clicks as he shut the licks, and then he made his way down the hallway. He sighed less audibly before he entered the dining room. He sat down across from her and crossed his arms. So, let me get this straight. You liked me in high school, for whatever reason, but didn't get a chance to mention it, so you tracked me down so you could tell me now. This isn't some elaborate prank and stuff. he said, picking up his fork. His meal was covered by a pot lid. My apologies for the informality of the meal, I wasn't expecting a guest. I would've asked what you wanted to eat and had it prepared for you. Allan uncovered his plate. It was a thick steak covered in a thick light-green sauce and mushrooms. He reached for his knife it wasn't there, so he reached into his pocket and took out his own knife. He sliced into his steak. So... What is it that you're doing, now that you're out of high-school? I mean, I know it hasn't been long since, but are you working or something? Staying with your parents still, or do you live on your own? Allan cut off a piece of steak and pulled it into his mouth with his teeth. He looked at her, peering into her eyes attentively, as if analyzing her.
Thread: Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

She just stared at him as he zoomed into the room and sat down across from her. She opened her mouth once or twice to say something, but he spoke so quickly and with such conviction that she didn't know what to say to him every time he stopped. Finally he really did stop, and she opened her mouth to speak again, this time words actually came out. I did try to tell you in high school. I tried to ask you out...but you just ignored me. her face dropped for a moment and she looked sad, but she tried to push that away. She was here with him now, and although it was extremely awkward and not anything like how she'd expected it to be, at least they were talking. I live on my own. We didn't have enough money for real college, so I plan on going to community college in the fall. Not how I wanted to start my college life, but hey. she shrugged and began to eat the vegetables on her plate.