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Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Outwardly, Devlin remained cool. Within, however, he could clearly visualize lighting the girl on fire, and throwing her off a cliff. She acted like a noble, a particular caste he had no love for. Then again, he tended to deal exclusively with the ugly underside of nobility. Some lord or duke who wanted something done, but didn't want to get their hands dirty, would pay Devlin and his kin for their services, and their silence, all the while keeping clean and smiling in the sunlight. Pinchmen, assassins, snitches and spies, forgers and con-men, all spat upon by their betters, but all expected to dutifully do their jobs. He had no mercy or pity for this girl. Some corrupt little cock-tease, he told himself, no doubt just using him as she though fit, because her rank had earned her the right. It took Devlin a few moments to realize he'd been clenching his fists. Relax, he told himself, Don't let the bitch see you sweat. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, ignoring the girl, but came back in time to hear her question about payment. Devlin turned smoothly to gaze at her, a coyote grin plastered on his face. Well, I seem to recall, up on that aqueduct, you suggested, ah, what word the words you used... Oh yes. I believe you offered up 'something else' that I might like, he said, mimicking Felicity's own tone. Not his specialty, but it was an apt representation. And if you're decided to rescind that particular offer, I would suggest looking at your predicament in a different light. Whatever playfulness had been in his voice was gradually evaporating, as was his cocked liar's smile. It's not about what I'm willing to accept as payment. It's about what you're willing to give up. What is your life worth to you? The fire danced in his eyes as he gazed Felicity, a devil's light shimmering in his sockets. There was a deal to be struck, and he wanted his due. What will it be, child? Will you huff and complain and throw your brat's tantrum? Or will you put on your big girl bloomers, slide on over here, and slip them right off again? He returned his gaze to the fire, before another cruel gear began spinning in his head. Oh. And since you seem to think I've nothing worth hiding, I suppose I don't need these, now do I? Saying that, Devlin stood, and slipped off his loincloth. With a backward flick of his hand, he sent it spinning through the air, to land on the line behind him. With a touch of flair, Devlin settled back down, leaning on his side, his legs open, his Scepter and Crown Jewels lying languidly on his thigh. There was a joke about the various races. Elves are long, skinny, and hairless. Dwarves are stout, short, and hairy. And Humans are stuck right in the middle. If such a saying is true, then Devlin benefited from his mixed bloodlines, with elvish length, and human girth. Not a monstrous member, mind you, but a respectable size, for such a disrespectful subject.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Purity and peace, the two central teachings of being an oracle, had always been present in Felicity's life. From the time when she was found to be gifted with Sight to the coming of the Underfolk, she was the one that upheld both teachings to the utmost perfection. No one had ever taken that away from her or made her fall away in the slightest. No one except Devlin. With each word he said, she could feel herself growing in anger and annoyance. The man had no bounds, no limits and absolutely no respect. She made an internal snarl there was no way she was going to let him affect her this way. As a person of class and equal to royalty, she held herself far above him. Who was he to demand such things of her? Granted, she lied to him about offering up her body as payment but she only did that to get him to take her with him. It was a ploy, a manipulation tactic, and nothing more. But...he had to be put in his place. He was a criminal, the lowest of scum on the entire planet, a people that she never associated herself with. Well, now that I see what a man you are she almost gagged from saying the words I can see that I've been in the wrong this entire time. She sauntered over to him, her partially dry dress rustling from the movement. Lifting a section of the lavender material, she straddeled herself on one of his legs while taking care not to touch any part of his manhood. It was a struggle to keep up the faade, disgusted as she was by even sitting near the thing. She ran her arms over his shoulders, sliding them up to his neck and then face as she slid her mouth close to Devlin's ear. You are the most amazing, driven...worthless little shit I have met in my entire life, she whispered, her tone switching from sensual to hostile in a matter of seconds. Lightly scratching her nails against his cheeks, she pulled her head away and slapped the man hard across the face, earning herself a satisfying crack of sound from the skin-to-skin contact. Felicty plastered a blatant look of disdain on her face, getting up from her seated position. You are a pig of a man, and I will not tolerate such treatment. You will take me to Orianthe, otherwise I will make sure you are found and killed. Do you prefer poison or a hanging? Her face was contorted into a snarl, and she turned sharply on her heel to sit on the opposite side of the fire. The sack that she had left to dry seemed mostly water-free, and she grabbed it, placing it underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. A careful eye was placed on Devlin, making sure he did nothing to hurt her. After all, a dagger was kept in that sack, one that she decided not to tell him about. It wasn't long, however, before the girl started drifting off into sleep. A light sleeper, but she was tired from the day's events which caused her to fall into a deeper state of slumber than usual.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Devlin awoke early, an amber fringe on the horizon. Something was wrong. His instincts screamed at him, something was wrong, something had deviated from the norm. His mind was half-frozen from slumber, but already racing. What was it, what could have gone wrong? Oh, right. He'd gone to sleep sober. He breathed a long, cool, sight of relief, and rubbed his brow. Thank the gods. He'd nearly had a heart attack for a second there. The girll had got him going, last night. When she'd gotten on top of him, well, gotten on his leg, but it still counts, his cock had actually jumped a bit. He should have been more suspicious, but Devlin had wanted to see where her antics were going. Then she slapped him, and told him off. Though bitter, he'd simply told her, Fine. You're the boss, rolled over, and gone to sleep. She should have been more suspicious too. Standing and stretching, still without a stitch on him, Devlin glanced over at the still-sleeping Felicity. The girl had slighted him. Not that such a thing was new, quite the opposite, it was commonplace, but that wasn't the point. In the city, he took it, because what else was there to do? You start knocking the pearly-whites out of the skulls of the wealthy and noble just because they disrespect you, you'll end up with a sword in your chest. In the city, surrounded by guards and prestige, the girl had power, political clout, that she could hold over Devlin's head. Out here, though, she had shit. And unfortunately for her, she had to learn that the hard way. Quietly and efficently, Devlin strapped on his boots, loincloth, and pants, then picked up what he'd need for his project. With that same gliding, silent, and careless ease he'd had dressing, Devlin stepped over to the girl, and kneeled down. Then he violently and abruptly flipped Felicity over, gripping her arms behind her back, and pinning her with his knee. In the space of time it would take her to open her eyes, Felicity would find herself face down in the earth, with one wrist being bound to the opposite arm's elbow with a long leather strap. Not giving the girl the time or leeway to even struggle, Devlin had wrapped the strip around her forearms, and was already tying down her free wrist. Her arms tightly bound behind her back, Devlin roughly turned the girl back over, placing his knee in her stomach, and his hand on her throat. Morning, sugar-sshine, he chirped cheerfully, a false warmth in his voice, but a very real smirk on his face.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Strange dreams floated in and out of Felicity's mind as she slept, most of them involving Devlin in some way. Each dream was lucid and like a broken segment of something, but she couldn't piece them together because her mind was unable to. This really only happened when she was impaired by wine or...shit. Or when she was having a vision of the future. These didn't happen too often because her gift of Sight took a different form, but when they did happen, they were always like this. Her mind lacked the training to see the link between each image Fevlin and his wicked smile a sudden sensation of pain, and the sunrise. What? Sunrises weren't painful, they were beautiful. Devlin's face was a pain to look at, sure, but he didn't have anything to do with sunrise. Felicity's mind contemplated all of this before being rudely woken up, face down into the dirt. She was turned over, and a knee briefly knocking the wind out of her before she squinted against the light to come to her senses...Devlin, his wicked smile, a sunrise, and a sharp pain of her arms being tied across her back. So that's what the dreams were about. Felicity, who had never known pain before in her entire life, teared up at the uncomfortable situation, joints and muscles aching from the forced positioning. She grittted her teeth, gasping for breath, forcing her trachea to open against the man's large hand at her throat. She glared at him, unsure of what to think or say. After all it was she who was tied up, which meant she had to start being careful. Maybe she could sweet-talk her way out of this...at this point, her body was suddenly less important than the general well-being of her life. Good morning, Devlin, Felicity answered back, voice soft as she let out a small cough. She forced a somewhat genuine-looking smile and raised her left leg slightly, opening a gap between her legs and causing the slit in her dress to open, exposing her hip and inner thigh. Gently, she pretended to attempt to stretch her shoulders, pushing her breasts up in the process. What is this? If you wanted to play, you could've just asked... She bit her lip and breathed heavily against his knee, struggling to keep an adequate amount of air in her lungs to even stay conscious. I do think I've changed my mind. I can give myself to you, now, if you'd like. Of course, you'd have to release me from the binding so I can show you what I can do... A nervous laugh escaped her, and panic was beginning to build within her. She wasn't a liar would he be able to see through the lies? What if he didn't believe her? Felicity struggled to release her arms, but the pain was too much to bear, and she soon quieted, biting the inside of her cheek to keep tears from sliding down her face. No matter what he did, she wouldn't let the bastard feel the satisfaction of breaking her. She was stronger than this she would win.
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Really? Well gosh golly gee-whiz, I guess a good night's rest really can do wonders! Devlin puffed out his cheeks and blew a long whistle, an expression of mock surprise. He slid off her chest, and sat on one of Felicity's legs, in much the same fashion she had the night before. Ah, honeyduckling... I wish I could believe that, Devlin chuckled slowly, sighing. He had taken most of the pressure off her neck, but still had his hand on her throat, mostly just to keep her hand still. I really do. That would be so much easier on both of us. You would have actually enjoyed yourself. And me, well, I wouldn't have to get creative. Ah, if only. Devlin leaned forward, his face almost to Felicity's, as if to force a kiss on her. For a second, he thought about it. Instead, however, he reached behind her head, and pulled the dagger out from her bag. Leaning back, he held the dagger aloft. It was a good idea, plumb-nubbins, it really was. With a twist, the knife twirled in his hand, and as Devlin deftly clutched the blade between his fingers, he rapped the handle, twice, on Felicity's forehead. But five years in the pen gave me ample time to perfect the art of paranoia. I know when to spot someone stashing a shiv. His face deviated from it's usual cocky, pleasant smirk, replaced by a more serious scowl. Don't do that. It makes me nervous, and when I get nervous, I get violent, undersand? The handle of the dagger was in his grip again, the blade wavering above Felicity's milky-white throat. From his perch on her, Devlin lifted the leading edge of the dress, and slipped the edge of the knife under it. Good thing we got you those extra clothes. Now don't squirm, else I'll end up slitting you belly open as well. With a single, smooth motion, learned from years of slicing coin-purses and slashing bags, the blade ran up Felicity's ruined dress, from bottom to neck. Two more flicks of the blade opened up the shoulder straps. Felicity's dignity was still intact, however. She still wore her underwear, and save for the thin strip running up the middle, the dress still covered her body. Devlin was working to remedy the former, however, and was already sliding the blade between her hip and the fabric that clung to it. The slow scriiiittch of fabric could be heard, as it gave way to the sharp edge. If you're feeling in a compliant mood, however, you could do something for me, Devlin said, his eyes on his work. Ask me if I'm going to fuck you. He raised his gaze, under wicked brows, to look into Felicity's eyes. Keep in mind, however, that the answer might very well be 'Yes, very hard, up the ass, until you're bleeding and can't walk.'
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Never before had Felicity felt such disgust for one person. What kind of man ties a woman up and holds her hostage? No one she knew, but apparently Devlin thought it was perfectly okay. Her gaze cooled as he sat on her leg and took out the knife, shivering lightly as he toyed with the blade. She knew she was walking on thin ice now, and any false move could send her through the woods alone or even worse still, through the black void of death. She said nothing as Devlin cut up her dress, only raising an eyebrow as his eyes took in her body, then she shivered more violently as the knife touched her hip, the cold metal an uncomfortable sensation on her skin. Finally, Felicity opened her mouth to speak, letting out a soft whisper as she said, Will you fuck me? Eyes wide, the words came out automatically after Devlin gave her the choice. A slight breeze opened up the shreds of fabric, and she squirmed uncomfortably at the air as it made her nipples taut. And then for some reason, she could feel herself getting slick between her thighs, which was both wanted and unwanted at the same time. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew she wanted to be fucked here on the forest floor... But she was still the same old Felicity, and she wouldn't go down without a fight. She wasn't weak, wasn't going to be made into a bitch by some lowly peasant. Looking at his boot for only a moment, she returned a smirk, regaining some of her confidence. How about this I will shove your boot so far up your ass that you will taste the leather. Her free leg opened further, and she let out a snicker as the sudden coolness provided a strange, tickling sensation. Yes, the girl could be dangerous and intimidating in her own way, but at this point she wasn't either of those things. She herself didn't even know what she was doing. But, her confidence came from the fact that gut instinct told her she would be introduced to carnal knowledge anyway. It was almost a sure possibility. Unless a meteroid struck the earth where they lay, it was going to happen. So...why not enjoy it rather than pout and whine, pretending like it didn't feel good? I don't know, Devlin...you don't seem like you could even do a good job at this. In fact, the whores you speak of probably had to fake orgasms because they just wanted it to be over. You know? I don't even know if I can believe you. Felicity was provoking him, and she knew it. I mean, I'm not even sure you can handle me. Nobility really shouldn't be fucked by the likes of...well, people like you .
Thread: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [Ariamella & grungeknuckle]

RE Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands BlinkyWinky grungeknuckle Devlin's grin spread wide. Not the false, joker's smile he would plaster on his face, this was genuine, one of surprised glee, as if he'd found hidden treasure in the most common of places. Felicity would be able to feel the bulge in Devlin's pants get a little larger and stiffer. Ohh, you little ball of sparks you. I love a girl with a fire in her belly! He bent down, almost throwing himself on Felicity, forcing their lips together, in a long, hard, ferocious kiss. When he sat up again, a fierce light gleamed in his eye. Hells, you almost make me want to ream that sweet cunt of yours here and now. Devlin licked his lips, excited, but clearly trying to calm himself down, inhaling in slow, concise breaths. But no, I ain't gonna fuck you. Not yet anyways. Damn do I ever, but not yet. Devlin planed the dagger into the ground, and reached under Felicity, grabbing a big handful of her dress. With a violent pull, it was yanked out from under, and around, her, and thrown to the side. Her panties followed suit. Devlin looked down at her naked form, and ran his tongue through his teeth. Though... It'd be a shame not to sample the goods... He bent over again, both hands going to Felicity's breasts, squeezing and cupping them, while his lips met the skin in between. His breath, hot on her skin, as he moved his head over, sucking and licking one of her nipples, pinching it between his teeth. Damn, did he ever want to fuck this girl. But she had to lean not to cross him first. Sure, she could swear and curse and threaten and cry and scream and beg, call him whatever profanities she could think of, but she'd play by his rules, damnit.
Thread: Whoops! Guess I'm Stuck Now (loneiysong x Gumdrop)

Oliver looked around in the bright light. Everything was bright to him and cold. He was cold. They had taken his clothes at some point, he wasn't really sure when because he was pretty sure the last guy he had gone home with had drugged him. He didn't remember anything other than going home with a cute guy and then waking up in a make shift cell, naked. Other people had been around him, most crying or looking off into space, still drugged he assumed. All of them were naked, men, women...all of them. Someone opened the door and headed straight for him, pulling him out of the insanely bright room. Before he could even ask what was going on, Oliver was now on a stage, at least he guessed it was a stage, all he really could see were the lights blinding him and a podium to his right. The man there had clued him into what was going on when he started 'the bid at 100.' Oliver almost wanted to complain at the price. He might be in trouble here but if he was going to be sold...he would have though he would be higher. Then again, he was no where near a virgin. He glanced to his left, men with guns, to his right again, more men with guns. He sighed. If he wanted to get out of this situation this wasn't going to be the time. Kelly... he whispered, suddenly wishing he was home eating dinner with his family and little sister. He gasped as someone from behind shoved him to the ground and pushed his face so that it was rubbing against the stage like the person wanted to crush his head in Stop! he screamed, only to hear laughs erupt around him.
Thread: Whoops! Guess I'm Stuck Now (loneiysong x Gumdrop)

The man behind him had pushed him down. Had wrapped his wrists in a rope. Finally he was lifted so his feet were off the ground. Several workers went about spreading his legs so there was not a part of him that was private. The stage began to circle. They were teasing his cock up to hardness showing his prowess. Eyes watched him from a corner. He was a high roller. He kept mostly to the shadows and it was clear to everyone present that when he began a bid, he always won. He seemed to have an endless supply of money. He leaned over to a man and whispered something into his ear. The man moved forward with the bidding paddle and looked at the boy up and down. Noting his body was un marked, it was obvious he never belonged to anyone. The man who had stepped forward was tall and muscled. He had short blonde hair and was dressed impeccably in a suit. He raised the paddle. 100 do I hear 150? The bids quickly rose higher and higher. The man constantly raised for his master without looking back. The bids were now at nearly 1000, and several had dropped off. Then at 3,000, once twice, sold to Miseur Dupree. The man came forward and attached a collar around the boy's neck and leash and lead him over to the man reclining in the shadows. The only thing seen was the cigarette that flared to life between his lips. Kneel son.... Came a low but very pleasure filled growl.
Thread: Whoops! Guess I'm Stuck Now (loneiysong x Gumdrop)

Oliver managed to keep his moans to himself, though his cock still showed off for the rest of the room. He suddenly felt shame like he had never had before. He normally was so proud of his body and yet, having all these people staring at him and leering at him made him nervous. Perhaps it was because it was now a bidding war for his body. His body was not scared or branded in anyway, the only scar he had was one he had since he was a child, and it was barely noticeable. His hair was a light brown with his hair liking to stay a little on the shaggy long end. His eyes were a brilliant green, but his body was slight, clearly not made for physical labor or a non-sex related labor. As he was brought over to whom ever had bought him his eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. He wanted to tear the collar off of his neck but found whomever had bought him had decided to keep him tied up in some aspects. He glared at the cigarette flare, as if it was going to allow him to see the face of the man before him. He refused to kneel forget it. he said simply, still glaring. He looked over to the man who had brought him over to the other Who the fuck do you think you are? he asked, looking back over Mister Dupree. he spat out. If it wasn't clear by now that Oliver had never been owned, he wasn't really sure what would convince the man.
Thread: Whoops! Guess I'm Stuck Now (loneiysong x Gumdrop)

The large man looked at Oliver. His blue eyes unreadable as was his handsome face. The man in the shadows chuckled softly at the boy's spirit. The man snapped his fingers and held out a hand to the man who held the leash who relinquished it. He took the leash into his hand and gave the boy a harsh swat to the side with it. Raising an angry welt. He leaned forward still cast in shadows. Now will you kneel before your master and show him respect? He said simply. It was as if he was giving the boy one last ultimatum. His face was cool and he smiled. The large man stood about 6'8. He was a giant by all definitions. He was calm though and watched as master gained footing with the slave.