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Thread: The Infestation (Causeway / Acitar)

The tentacle continued to suck her cock, and she could feel tiny cilia-like hairs like feathers lining its inside, adding to her pleasure. As her shaft hardened and expanded, the tentacle began to swallow more and more of it, until it was practically deep-throating her.
Thread: The Infestation (Causeway / Acitar)

Her mind fought with her body with what she was feeling around her cock right now, the length of it stiffened, swollen and being sucked and tugged upon by the strange alien tentacle. The sensation of the cilia like lining inside had her hips squirming back against the ooze covered wall, she struggled again against her organic restraints to no avail. The only sound that soon filled the room was her increasingly laboured breathing, her eyes becoming almost mesmerised by the motions of the snake like appendage currently latched to her now aching length.
Thread: The Infestation (Causeway / Acitar)

The tentacle continued with vigor, running up and down her length at ever greater speeds, evidently dead-set on getting her to orgasm.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Strands of pale red hair blew softly around her face. A slight sun kissed complexion, paired with a piercing set of green eyes. Perlita was a young girl of twenty-two. At the moment she was trying to work her way through collage as a barista at a cafe. A few night a month she managed to take on some shifts at the bar just down the street. Her long term goal was to finish Zoology, and begin her research on jungle wild life. She had never really gotten people to tell the truth. Her own species confused her, and for the most part she wanted nothing to do with them. There are a few exceptions of course, humans can't survive without the contact of other humans. Perlita's circle is a small one though, consisting of only three friends. The closest of which is Valerie, a fellow class mate and more recently roommate. After their second year in collage they decided to get an apartment together. The price of rent however required them to take on one other person. Francise, a flamboyantly gay man. To say she was getting a touch of culture would be putting it lightly. At this moment she was clearing one the the outside tables. It was a complete mess, a group of high school kids had come in. She hated them the most. Perlita could barely see them as even human, with how rude and dirty they were. Shaking her head briefly at the mess, she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Wishing now that she had pulled it back into a pony tail. Filling the gray tote with plates and cups, the redhead balanced it on her hip as she headed back towards the doors. If I see one more teenager walk through those doors, I think I might scream, she stated setting the tote on the counter next to the sink. They are disgusting creatures, and should be locked in cages until they reach adulthood. This earned her confused look from a couple fellow employees. Shrugging and rolling her eyes, she walked back towards the front counter. There was much of a line as of yet, but there were enough to keep her busy for a few minutes. After taking orders, she moved to the espresso machine.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Perlita finished with the last customer in line. Not suspecting she was being watch at all. Glancing at the tables outside she was happy to see there was much of a mess out there yet. The lobby of the cafe was a different story though. The low tables set in the center of chair groupings had plates and mugs covering the tops. Saddened by the fact her fellow employees didn't see the need to clear the tables themselves. She grabbed yet another gray tote from the back and head out on to the floor. A short fifteen minutes later, she was done with the task. All tables were cleared and wiped down, ready for the next customer to use. With a quick look at the clock a smile spread across her face. Five minutes and her shift would be over. Just enough time to clean up her station, and make a coffee to go. Perlita's end of shift clean up was always easy, she made sure to keep her station clean through out her shift. So just a quick wipe down was all she had to do. Coffee in hand she tossed her black apron into the basket near the back entrance and waved her goodbyes. Once outside in the alley behind the building, she took a breath of fresh air. While she liked her job, these days she found the end of her shifts much more enjoyable. Schoolwork was beginning to weigh her down, and it didn't help that she also had to keep up with two jobs. It was 530, but with the new spring weather she still had plenty of daylight left. The day was nice, so she didn't see a reason to not just walk home. Fourty-five minutes is all it would take anyway. The white t-shirt she wore was thin enough to let the cooling breeze pass through. That same breeze lifted her hair, and swirled it behind her as she walked. A part of her didn't really want to head home yet, but she had to shower before heading out for the night. She had promised her friends she would go out drinking. Planning it right down to taking the next day off to recover. She had also made sure to get her studying done so she didn't have that to worry about it. Time Skip An hour later she was pushing the door to her apartment open. It was a simple one bedroom, but that was really all she needed. The neighborhood wasn't that bad, and her apartment was on the sixth floor so a break in was very unlikely. The furnishings is where the place looked nice, even though it was all second hand. Tossing her house keys in the bowl she always used, Perlita made her way to her bathroom, stripping the moment she was in it's presumed safety.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

The basic essence of being an assassin is not being able to assassinate, but being able to know the right moment to assassinate. This is what distinguished Xangor from the rest of the assassins of his tribe. He was the best at what he did because his ability to judge when exactly to strike and avoid any form of suspicion. Thus, he was summoned when the task was to end the existence of this woman who had threatened the exposure of the entire race of the Badle and their peaceful co-existence within the humans undetected for several millennia. His many eyes lay fixated upon this woman, gazing and always watching, searching for the right time when she is alone. Then as he observed her and her kind demeanour towards work and others around her, it struck him. The last thing that she seems is an evil blackmailer. Could the polomark be mistaken? He wondered. By now, the girl had escaped the confines of her official purpose and was on her way out. Xangor assumed that she must be headed home. This is my chance! Thought he as with a light blue flash and a smoke, he was now a dark crow, all black with keen vision and was flying across town, gazing down at the girl and observing her every movement from above. With correct estimations, he had deduced that she was going for her house. I have never killed an innocent before and something tells me there is something wrong here. I might need a confession from her before I strike. That would be easy interrogation is something I have mastered over the years. With this thought, the crow landed upon the window sill of the girl and gazed as she stripped naked and entered the bathroom. Gazing upon her perfectly formed naked body in all its beauty and perfection, the assassin Xangor felt a surge of lust course through his body and a chill run down his spine. No! he reminded himself, You are here to kill her and not make love to her, do your job, get a confession, finish her and destroy her computer. With another blue smoke light and smoke, the crow had transformed into a cockroach and could easily slip through the gap of the open window. Racing towards the bathroom, a puff of smoke and light brought him to his complete and natural Badle form, he was strongest in this form and he stood in an absolute stealth behind the bathroom door, waiting quietly in anticipation. Stealth was something Xangor excelled at and thus even as he stood there behind the door, the girl called Perlita as her name was told to him, did not notice him. In less than a second, he was behind her, his hand covering her mouth, while the other, bound the blindfold over her eyes. He with the other two pieces of clothing he carried, her hands and legs were now bound together as she was seated on a chair in the bedroom room while the muscular Badle stood towering over her after closing all the windows and shutting the doors to avoid any sound of her voice escaping the room and the apartment. Did you think you could mess with the Badle and so easily manage to get away with it? He asked.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Two years ago when she was living with a roommate she would never have thought of stripping down as quickly as she did. The perks of living on your own was, you just didn't have to worry about such things. The down side was, you didn't have someone to count on coming home in the nick of time when someone has broken in. The walls between apartments in the building per designed to drown out sound from your neighbors. You couldn't even hear the upstairs neighbor walking. Most of the time this was nice, made late night studies and sleeping in a lot easier. Trouble was nobody would hear her screams of help. She would be left to the mercy of any intruder, and Perlita wasn't strong enough to defend herself for long. Grabbing a towel from the small closet next to the bathroom, she stepped into the room. Hanging the item on it's hook, she prepared herself for her shower. Did she see the man hiding behind the door. No not at all, but she wasn't really looking for him either. The floor the apartment was on made it nearly impossible for someone to break in. Her door had been locked when she got here, so there was no reason to believe a person could be waiting inside. Some would have you believe your first instinct was to scream when grabbed from behind. Reality is you body freezes, taking a moment to catch up to current events. The hand was already over her mouth before she caught up, by that point screaming was pointless. Perlita did struggle as the blindfold was being placed over her eyes. A lot of good it did, her intruder acted as if he didn't even notice. Seconds was all that passed before she was being carried from the bathroom and then set in a chair. Limbs bound to the chair, the redhead had no means of escaping. The blindfold removed she was treated to the vision of a muscular male staring down at her. Her chest heaved quickly with panicked breathing. She was even feeling slightly dizzy, most likely a side effect of being on the verge of a complete break down. Then he spoke, but it didn't make any sense to her one bit. I....what is a Badle? Is it some sort of gang? I swear I had no idea you even existed. She was babbling, another side affect of her panic she supposed. Tears came next, not the waterfall kind but the ones that for at the corner of your eye. Some of which had to nerve to actually roll down her cheeks. Please...I..I swear I have no idea what is going on right now. You... from the expression on the mans face she knew he didn't believe her. You have the wrong person, she could feel her pulse racing, it throbbed in her head.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

This strange man was speaking nonsense. What the hell was a Badle or even polomark. She stared at him as he spoke in udder disbelief. The email that he read out loud sounded ridiculous. Wait...what, she really didn't get much of a chance to say much as he continued. If she had been able to speak she would have told him that wasn't even her bank account number. Perlita was get more scared by the second. The stranger sounded very angry about what ever it was he thought she did. The only people she ever emailed were her mother, and her professor. If he actually looked through her email he would see that. Fixated on the single email that, in his eyes, proved her guilt. Panic was beginning to rise again, just when she thought she had emotions under control. To make matters worse he began to take his shirt off. Perlita of course thought the worst. After all what did most home invaders do with female victims. Her complexion look on a whiter shade, as her body frozen in the chair. What happened next however was not what she expected. A blue light emanated from his chest. After a few words she didn't understand, he was replaced for a moment by blue smoke. When it cleared it wasn't a man standing there any longer. In his place was a serpent, bird, man with red skin. Perlita began to breath fast and heavy, her previously white skin returned. It looked as if all color had simple drained from her body. Please...please don't hurt me, her words coming fast between breaths. She was beginning to see stars, meaning she was hyperventilating, and more then likely going to pass out soon. What was this man....person...thing? She could feel her heart beating fast and hard, the sound of it in her ears. Please I swear I don't know what you're talking about. I won't tell anyone what I have seen here. Who would believe her anyway? They would throw her in the nut house.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Xangor was fed up. This woman was not even trying anything new. There was no blame game, no deviations, and no deceptions to crack. She kept on repeating herself like tape recorder stuck on the same tune. I dont know anything. What are you talking about Was all she could muster. Doesn't she know that this is the oldest trick in the book? This will only get her to be in more trouble? Oh well, not my problem if she is stupid. I gotta do my job. He concluded as he came up in front of her. Now you have two choices. Either vomit the truth or tell me a believable story. He offered as he raised two long and sharp fingers before her which had no nails on them. But observing the grim expression upon her face, Xangor deduced the worst and sighed. You leave me no choice. You insist of being innocent when the evidence is stacked against you. I have no choice but to resort to coercion. Warned the Badle. Smack! It was more than just a warning that the brutal assassin gave, for he slapped her face so hard that a mark of his hand was imprinted in a light red hue upon her cheek and blood rushed to the point of impact. Blood trickled down the end of her lips. Xangor groaned upon witnessing the tears stream down her cheeks. Now dont give me the innocent girl game. I have played with it a million times and it wont work against a professional like me. Tell me what I need to know! Demanded the assassin. When he did not get the answer he desired, the Badle assassin was furious. Smack, smack, smack! Three slaps on either cheek were laid upon her in succession and the Badle grinned at the misery and pain of the woman he had bound to the chair. His long fingers sunk into her hair and he tugged at it violently her hair pulled so hard, she could feel it would almost tear off her head. He tugged to arch her head upwards to face the ceiling. Xangor was a professional, he would not pull the hair enough for it to tear, but enough to cause immense pain. I am running out of patience. Confess that you tried to threaten and expose the Badle or else I will slit your throat right now and leave you to bleed painfully to death. He warned. Ting ting, ting ting, ting ting! The sound reverberated in the room. From the pocket of his pants, the assassin fished out a cellular phone and answered it while still holding her hair. The phone call lasted for a while and Xangor released the girls hair from his grip and attended to the matter at hand. It was a phone call from the Polomark and it had been made to reveal to the assassin a certain unfathomable turn of events.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

When she saw him move closer, her speech stopped immediately. Watching him, she waited for the violence. What she didn't know was why he was even here. For what ever reason he thought she was someone about to release information about him and his people. She had no clue what he was, or where they were. No matter what she did or said would convince him of this. Speechless still she tried to pull away as he lifted the two long fingers to her. When she tried to speak nothing but noise would come out, she couldn't even form intelligible words. She was expecting it in away. Even with that though the sudden impact of his hand on her face shocked her. Perlita's face snapped to the left, and for a moment she could only see stars. They weren't the pretty kind, it was merely dots of light against a dark background. Her cheek stung, she could still feel the heat rising to her skin. Please.....you have to believe me, those few words she was able to form were all she got out. The stranger continued with the blows to her face. Obviously not happy with what she had said. A part of her wanted to confess just to make it stop. But what would she confess too, how would she confess? Blood trickled from her nose and lip, her right eye was already beginning to swell. Tears rolling down her cheek, mixed with the blood on her chin. Whimpering when she felt his finger snake into her hair and pull. Maybe this was it, maybe it would all stop now. Death would have to be the only move left. Closing the only eye she needed to with her face towards the ceiling she waited for it. The rest of her body limp from exhaustion, sagged against her bonds in the chair. Human instinct caused her to deny one more time, I swear....I don't know who you are. Now he threatened to kill her, this was something she already knew. She opened the one eye to look at him. She didn't know what he wanted to hear. He would probably just kill her either way. The normally vibrant green of her eyes would looked tired and dull. I can't tell you what you want to hear. The words soft, she wondered if he even heard them. No matter, he wouldn't have listened to them anyway. She closed her eye once again, mentally preparing herself for a death she knew was coming. Then his damned cell phone rang, as if to prolong her misery he answered it. When his hand released her hair, her head fell forward. She would be looking at her own lap at this point. She heard him speaking in hushed tones. Why won't he just finish this, what could be so important that he would step away from his job. Perlita only assumed this was his job, as in her mind he did it exceedingly well. He had her ready to confess to something she hadn't done, or hand any clue about. Blood from her lip and nose continued to flow, tripping onto her thighs and stomach. With her one not swollen eye, she watched the patterns that were created. For a moment she hadn't realized that the stranger had stopped speaking. The phone call was over, which would mean all this could begin again.
Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

The stranger was taking a lot longer then she would have like to begin again. Was this part of his game, to make her wonder how long it would be before the pain continued. Her body was exhausted, though her mind would not let her drift to sleep. As if her body were trying to make her feel every ounce of pain inflicted, a cruel act of her body. Then she heard his footsteps as he once again came closer to her. Barely lifting her head, she looked up at him with the one eye. His expression had changed, no longer sinister and focused. Now he was showing concern, regret, and compassion. Perlita flinched when he bent to kneel before her. Confusion crossed her face, was he actually now asking for forgiveness? Was he serious? The pain she still felt in her face wouldn't allow her to forgive him. He left for a moment, only to come back with cotton balls and antiseptic. Touching it to her face, she jumped trying to pull away. Why was he still hurting her if this was all a mistake? Maybe if he would have listened to what she had to say all this could have been avoided in the first place. Once more he left, only to turn into a small cat. He then proceeded to jump into her lap. If her hands were free at that moment she would have shoved him off. Instead she was forced to listen to his pleading words for forgiveness. This is suppose to make me feel better is what you are saying. She could feel anger now building inside her. Oops sorry I broke your face....my bad...I thought you were somebody else. She was trying to keep her emotions in check, he might get angry and just finish where he left off. When she was free to stand, Perlita jumped to her feet. Quickly making her way to her bedside table. This does not make anything better, she snapped. Feeling a little braver with the silver letter opener next to her on the table. You were two seconds from killing me....murdering me....because some crazy person broke into my house and used my computer. The anger was building once again. I told you over and over I didn't know what the fuck a Badle was, and you continued. Her problem now was the adrenaline mixed with the trauma was now making her dizzy. She looked down at the letter opener, and it seemed to fade out of focus. Maybe...there is a reason to fear you people, she swayed a little. After all you torture and kill people in their homes. Perlita swayed again, this time she wasn't able to right herself. Everything was so blurry, and her legs felt so weak. She crumpled to the floor beside her bed. Trying so hard to keep her one eye open, she failed. Darkness finally let her escape, even if it was brief.