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Thread: psycho and kittystar

Jake groaned as he woke up in his bed on Saturday evening. Just a usual saturday for him, sleeping until 5 o'clock. But today was different. Lately his younger sister had been seeing this douche guy. A real major asshole. Though Jake didn't know how bad things were until he saw blood stains on his on one of his sister's shirts. He put two and two together and deduced that abuse might be in the picture. And tonight was the night he was going to end it. Luckily, Jake had size on his side. He was pretty abnormally tall standing at almost 8 feet. He ran a hand through his soft brown hair and put his glasses over his simple green eyes. He slid on some rand t-shirt and shorts and charged downstaires. Knowing his sis she'd probably be over at her boyfriend's house. Time for action. Though there was one thign that worried Jake. He wasn't a violent person at all. Infact... at times he was kind of a pussy. But this was his chance to finally do something. Watch out sis... here I come. Jake growled and got into his truck and drove off.
Thread: psycho and kittystar

Ashley fell to the ground as her boyfriend struck her. This time it was because she hadn't put enough ice into his glass. She grabbed her left cheek and looked away from him. I'm sorry, Mark. She pulled herself up using the couch. As soon as she stood, he shoved her back down. Don't call me Mark. You call me sir, you little bitch. She whimpered. I'm so sorry, sir. Let me make you a new glass. She pulled herself up and walked to the kitchen. And clean up the mess you made! He had thrown the glass when his coca-cola was too warm. She quickly got a new glass and more ice. As soon as she finished pouring the coke, she took it out to him. I'll clean that up quickly, sir. He took a sip from the glass. Damn right you will. Oh and this is how you drink coke. Try not to forget next time, beautiful. He turned back to his sportscenter as she left the room. That's what hurt the worst. Him calling her beautiful. It was the only reason she stayed. No one had ever called her beautiful before. She was only 5'0 even and weighed around 130 pounds. She wasn't a stick. She had curves. Not all boys liked that. Her face was fairly average. Her nose was button-shaped and doomed her to a life of always being cute and never hot. Her dark black hair fell around her face neatly. She sighed and grabbed the broom and dustpan. She began sweeping up her mess.
Thread: psycho and kittystar

Fuck you Mark you pussy! No no no FUCK you MARK you Pussy! Too cheesy... Jake groaned as he soon pulled up to Mark's house. He paused for a moment and sighed saying You know what... I'm just going to knock on the door, and no matter what happens I'll do my best to get Ashley out of there. There he goes again. All through their childhood, Jake was always there to protect Ashley. Keeping her safe from bullies and basically doing what every older brother should. He sighed deeply and walked up to the house. He loudly and forcefully knocked on the door. Although he had a feeling Mark would answer, he prayed that it would be Ashley so he could quickly sneak her out.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Terence was not a nice person. Then again, when one has lived through most of human history, one tends to become somewhat jaded. Terence was 'embraced' early in time of Gilgamesh, when Sumeria was the place to be and everything was incredible and things were very different. He was promised power, immortality, and beauty by a young woman. He got them. It wasn't fun, but he got them. And he regretted it. With his powers came a slew of problems, cheif among them a group of people calling themselves The Vigil. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, Automata... most of them nearly wiped clean from the face of the earth since they began their little club some two or three hundred years ago. The rain. He hated the rain. It drenched his long black hair, and he had to blink constantly to keep it from stinging his bale blue eyes. He looked over his shoulder as he moved onto the grass. His long legs slipped on the rain-slicked vegetation, and he fell on his ass and kept going, through a ground floor window and into a basement, where he fell on his face, power ripped from his body like a limb. He groaned and passed out quietly. He wore only a pair of black slacks, the rest either lost in the chase or not worn when it began. he has small cuts on his body from the glass, but they bled slowly. His body was like a swimmer's, lithe and slightly muscular, and he was tall.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

She loved the rain. There was something so calming and promising about it, how it seemed to have so much power and yet none at all. It was the doll of a greater purpose, a bringer of life and yet the terror of many. Her thoughts were interrupted by a crash in her basement, which sent chills down her spine. A burglar, she thought immediately. And she was the only one here. Her instincts took over, not to run but to protect her property. She grabbed a knife and headed into the basement, cautiously and quietly as she could. She didn't not find a burglar, but a man lying on the ground. She was wary of this man, but he seemed to be of no danger at the moment and even more so, injured. She approached him steadily, and considered her options. As she drew close she saw that he was alive, but not conscious. So she did what any sensible woman would do with an intruder. She brought his body up into the empty bedroom it was difficult work, as even his body was heavy and clumsy for a thin girl such as herself to carry. And there, she tied him to the bed. Couldn't be a threat that way.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Well, that's a first. XD He blinked awake after a few minutes. Well, this was new. He chuckled, looking up at the woman. This is possibly the worst misunderstanding I've ever had. he said, testing the binds. Or the best. he added with a laugh. My good later, I assure you, I'm not going to harm you or steal from you. You can trust me . he said, Besides, I'm going to catch my death in these wet pants.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Well, you know. xD Probably is the smart thing to do, assuming the intruder didn't awaken in the process. Are we in a modern setting? I'm picturing this is some kind of ambiguous rural setting. She eyed him suspiciously. Oh, yes, of course. You're going to do me no harm, and yet you're already defending yourself. Not even confused or disoriented? Why is thieving on your mind then? You should be more concerned with figuring out why you're tied to a bed.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Miss, you have no idea how often this has happened to me. he said with a sigh. 'cor, usually it's so some woman, or man, in one case can steal my wallet, but... How did I even get here? I was running from an altercation, and here I am. he sighed. You could at least untie me... he said, wondering why his voice didn't work. Had he lost that in the stripping of power as well?!
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Something got the better of her -- Was it sympathy? A kind heart? No, something else -- and she felt that her actions were too harsh. She headed to the fireplace and started a small kindling before she approached the bed, somewhat apprehensively. She still had her knife just inches away where she could protect herself if necessary, didn't she? And he seemed weak. Maybe it made sense that he was just desperate for shelter. Either way, she succumbed to the demand and slowly began to untie him, eying him cautiously, lest he try something he shouldn't.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

That's much better. he said, rubbing his wrists a little. He walked over to the fire and spread his hands before it with a happy sigh. I'm afraid I don't really have anywhere else to go, my good lady. You are, of course, free to turn me out, but I can offer you a great many services. Indeed, I would happily submit to your every command for a place to stay for some time. he said.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

She blinked, a little bit confused. Perhaps he was a bit of a gentleman? No, he was too calm! Why was he so calm and collected? Something was strange. I can take care of myself quite alright, thank you, she protested. I'm not going to trust you to be rumaging through my house doing 'chores.' But... I can see it's raining. I'll let you stay at least until the rain's let up.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

That is mighty kind of you. he said. Rummage through... You mistake me for a common burglar! Really now, if I wanted to overpower you and take your valuables, miss, I would have done so as soon as you had freed me. he tapped a stand of pokers next to the fire with one bare foot.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

I'm sure you can't blame me for being aware, can you? she retorted. It would be foolish of me to trust a strange man, and it's is even still foolish of me to keep you in my house now. She cast a glance out the window. But it's raining, and you're already soaked as it is... No burglar would pick a night like this to do his work.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

I suppose I am overstaying an unextended welcome. he said. So do tell, how can I make it up to you, my good lady? he asked again. I cannot ask you to trust me, at this point, be you can at the very least allow me to earn my stay.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

She pondered for a moment. You can help to patch up the broken window in the basement, she decided. It'll be getting very messy down there from the rain. And you can help to mop up the mess. It's the least you can do for being the one to cause the damage. But not before you give me your name.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Terence Delarosa, miss. he said with a smile. Sure, I can do that for you. he said, Just lead the way to the basement, if you would? he chuckled.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

She gave him another cautious look before opening the door and stepping out into the hall. She was a small-framed girl, not at all short but yet seemed to be a child in comparison to him. Her dress hugged her body closely, protectively, but hung just above the middle of her thighs. Olivia, she declared, over her shoulder, and headed toward the basement stairs.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Olivia. That is a wonderful name. he said, picking up a broom and a mop as he passed them, walking down the stars as they arrived. I did this? he asked, raising an eyebrow. No wonder I was unconsious. he said, setting to work right away, first on sweeping up the shards.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Thank you, Olivia replied. And... You really don't know what happened to land you in my basement? she asked him as she rummaged around for something to throw over the broken window. Water was steadily flowing as the water ran down the slope into the opening. It was going to get very messy if things didn't fix up very soon.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Well, I remember being chased. he said, mopping up the water as he peered about. There's no helping it. We'll have to use my pants. he said. Fetch me some scissors, could you? he asked, as he began to sweep up the glass.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Olivia gave Terence a queer look. Chased? You were being chased, and here you are taking refuge in my home? Why am I to keep you here when you're obviously a threat? And then her look grew all the more queer. ... And your pants ? What in the world are we going to use your pants for? I'd much prefer that you keep yourself dressed, thank you.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

He sighed. He didn't particularily enjoy doing this. But he couldn't word his way out of this one. I wouldn't dare bring harm to you or your abode on purpose. You can trust me to do that, at the least. as for the pants, we need them for the- before he could finish, his vision blurred with pain, and he had to grab a nearby wall to keep from passing out. Such deep intrusion and rewiring caused some pain to both parties, and he wasn't quite ready for it. In time, though, he recovered. For the window. he said, panting. Did you feel that, just now? he asked.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Something felt strange, and very soon Olivia felt an ache in her head and a weakening of her body which frightened her slightly, but soon the sensation passed, and she was only left a little bit confused. Did she feel it, he had asked her, and she blinked. How would he have... So he felt it too? It must have been some sort of bad energy moving through, a source which she couldn't explain... But it was no matter, for it was gone. She looked at him, for one feeling that perhaps, he might not be so dangerous as she'd made him out to be. In fact, she nearly felt as though she could trust him. But she still didn't need his pants. Well if we're going to be plugging the windows, I have plenty of towels and the sort to plug it with, and I assure you that you can keep your clothes on.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Phew. Ah, forgive my rush. he chuckled. Go on, then, and fetch some. I will mitigate the damage as much as possible. he replied. the headache dissipating in time. It hurt him more than it hurt her, after all. He threw out the glass, looking around the basement. Well, soon she'd be under his thumb. It was only a matter of time and how much he wanted her to be autonomous.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Olivia went and fetched the towels. They were a poor fix, but were certain to make a difference. Simply stuffing them in the window wouldn't work well, and the glass would probably cut the one who tried, so she went outside herself and press them against the window frame. She quickly returned, damp from the rain. I see you've cleaned up the glass, very well. Now we just need to mop up this water, she said, grabbing the mop. Can I ask who was chasing you?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

A group of... he sighed. Let us say for now they were bigots against my people and leave it at that. I do not enjoy dwelling on it. he said, helping her mop up the mess. You know, you should really change out of that. he said. You don't want to catch cold, after all. he felt a slight surge of pain, but didn't dare let it show.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

Is it okay if I ask for elaboration on things, via OOC? It would be cool if you did it to. I just thought of it, and it'd be a good way to prompt both of us to add what could be vital details! I would ask, why is he using mind control to tell her to change? Olivia sensed that he didn't want to discuss what was going on, so she decided to drop the matter until a later date. He did look a bit different than most folk, and she understood that people rarely took kindly to different. She glanced down at her dress. It was only mildly damp as she hadn't been in the rain too long, but she shrugged. Perhaps he was right, but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to change into. After all, this was her more comfortable dress as it was. She looked at him, her medium brown hair weighed down by the dampness. I would like to, really, but this is my most comfortable dress as it is.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Minxx)

To test his limits. Sorry, i'm used to people who are less reasonable! hahahahah. He shrugged in return. Ah, okay. he said, I just thought you might feel better out of it . But then, I keep forgetting nudism isn't commonly accepted on this side of the pond, so to speak. he chuckled, mopping up the last of the water. And there we have it, my good lady. Is there anything ay all you need elsewise? he asked, as thunder rumbled through the house. He frowned. We should find a tarp. It might get worse. he said. He looked around the room again for something to better cover the window. Ah, here we go. he said, pulling out a roll of duct tape. With quick motions, he pulled it over and across the opening, one strip after another, until it was sealed. There.
Thread: The abduction of Catherine Parker [kittystar & Mr. D]

Charles Anderson watched her through the branches of the bush he was hiding behind, his heart racing as she passed just inches away from him. There was no way she could see him in the dark, even though she was so close he could touch her by just stretching out an arm. Touch her he would, he would do much more than just touch her, indeed. But he had to wait, just a little bit more. Considering how many years he had waited, he should be able to hold back for a few more seconds. Catherine Parker - he could even remember the day she was born. Remember how proud she was after her first day in school. Remember the blush in her face when she told him about her first period. He was her dads best friends, and during the years he had grown quite close to her. She had put a big deal of trust in him as well, telling him secrets she would never dare to tell her father. When she needed to get something of her chest, he was the one she turned to. However, as she grew older and started to develop more female forms, his feelings for her started to change. He knew that he had to have her, he knew that he would take her. Their friendship would not stand in the way for his desires. And in some strange way, the fact that she truly trusted him made this hole endeavor so much more exiting. It was some hours past midnight, and everything was quiet, the narrow street deserted. She was walking home from some party, and judging from her fumbling steps, she was drunk. The streetlight she just passed under was dead - he had thrown stones at it until it broke. She didn't seem to mind, probably feeling safe so close to home. But it was close to home, close to heart, that the biggest dangers lurked - in more than one way. That is a lesson she will learn soon, he thought as he sneaked up from his hiding place. One second she was looking up at the beautiful star filled sky, thinking about the party. The next second the stars disappeared, and everything just turned black, as an old, dirty sack was pressed down over her head. A horrible smell of old, dried in sweat filled her nose. A pair of strong hands grabbed her wrists, easily pulling her arms up behind her back, and through the thick cloth of the hood she could hear a male voice whisper Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut, Catherine. This won't hurt, I promise.
Thread: The abduction of Catherine Parker [kittystar & Mr. D]

Cath! Cath! This is who I was telling you about! This is Johnny! Jennifer Williams pulled a tan blonde boy in front of her. He looked similar to Rocky from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Catherine Parker's long eyelashes fluttered as she laughed. Under normal circumstances, she could have been sweet and polite. These were not normal circumstances. She had gulped down so many screwdrivers it was unreal. She lost count of the shots she had taken about ten shots ago. In her best Tim Curry voice she began belting out a tune from the movie. I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan. And he's good for relieving my tension. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. At transexual, Johnny walked off. This sent Catherine into a giggling fit. When she was finished she looked up at Jennifer's annoyed face. What? What, Jen? How could I date him? He's not even a Rocky Horror fan! Jennifer shook her head. You're a mess. Go home. Catherine pulled her brown eyebrows together. Fine. Love you too. She ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair and grabbed her jacket. She had recently dyed her hair blonde, much to her father's chagrin. She loved it though. She straightened out her short jean skirt and pulled the northface jacket over her low-cut pink shirt. She stumbled out of the house and headed the block to her house. She didn't have a license yet even though she turned 16 three months before. She knew coming home drunk was probably going to get her into trouble, but she didn't care. She just didn't want to be at Jennifer's anymore. I was feeling done in, couldn't win. I'd only ever kissed before. I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting. It only leads to trouble and seat wetting... In the middle of her rendition of Toucha Toucha Touch Me, a bag was thrown over her face. She squirmed and squealed. What was happening? She heard a voice. It sounded so familiar. She struggled to remember, but her intoxicated state didn't allow that. Instead, she stopped making noises. She felt the alcohol going to her head. At first she thought she had to vomit, then she passed out.
Thread: The abduction of Catherine Parker [kittystar & Mr. D]

With her lifeless body hanging in his arms, he couldn't help to laugh up at the star spangled, dark sky. This was just to easy! Only sixteen and already drinking herself ruthlessly drunk? He had done a bad job in helping her father raise her, but it seemed that would only be to his advantage. It was easy for him to lift up her on his shoulder, her arms and legs hanging and dangling like from a doll. After all, a doll is just what she was to him - something you played with for your own pleasure, and threw away when you got bored off, he thought as he carried her body towards his car. No one asked themselves what the doll thought about the game, and neither would he. The only difference being that this doll would struggle, but that would just make the game so much more fun to play. She was easy for him to carry - Charles was 6' 3'' tall, and his body was almost in as good shape as it was back when he played soccer in college. Off course that was a long time ago now - his short black hair had strays of grey in it now. Catherine had called his blue eyes warm and happy some time. He doubted that she would agree today. When he got to the car, he dumped the body in the trunk. As he drove away, he pictured her lying nude on the floor, exhausted and sweaty, cum dripping from her lips. Soon that dream would be reality. - - - When she slowly started to regain her consciousness, she found herself lying on a cold and wet floor. Her jacket was gone, and her skin was covered with goosebumps. The rough floor under her felt like concrete, and her whole body hurt - her arms, her back, her head. What ever had happened to her while she was passed out, she had not been handled with care. Her eyes were covered with a tight blindfold - everything was dark, black as a night without any stars. Something was pressed into her mouth, some strange piece of cloth. She couldn't remove it with her hands - she found them locked behind her back with what felt like a pair of metal handcuffs. Not the thin type that cops used to have, but something thicker and heavier, something one could imagine a medieval prisoner wearing. As she moved her tongue around to try to press it out, she realized two things. First, the cloth was a pair of panties, and judging from the cold breeze she felt under her skirt, it was her own. Second, they were not only wet because of her saliva. They were soaked in something else as well, something sticky with a salty taste. Even before she had had time to take the whole situation in - to process the fact that she was lying blindfolded and cuffed on some concrete floor, good knows where, in the hands of some random stranger, good knows who - she heard steps. A pair of steady boots was walking over the floor towards here. Someone were standing right next to her, someone was bending down over her, even with the blindfold on she could sense his presence. Cath, sing me the rest of the song. I want to hear the chorus. a voice whispered into her ear. The voice was so familiar, it sounded like he was whispering just to distort it. She knew this man, and he knew that she knew.