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Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

Cage barely slept. How she had managed the few hours at all against anything was beyond her scope of comprehension as she sat up slowly. The audible cracks in her back coupled with the stiffness of it let her know that she had remained in the same position at least. She flexed her hands as she wrapped her tail around her feet and hands. She was so cold, which did not help how her body reacted under such temperatures. Nipples perked without being touched into hard pebbles as a shiver went through her. What'd she give for some body heat. Sighing softly she let her mind wander, occasionally heavy foot falls and whimpers from other slaves in the nearby big pens would catch attention but seldom divert it from her temporary solitude. It was only when a scent caught her attention amongst the filth and unwashed bodies that made her body taught with tension. Mein liebes Ktzchen... came the male's voice as Cage slowly rose that silver gaze up the wiry frame of the man, finely dressed as her gaze continued noticing the whip on his belt, up further still he reached into the bars and brushed his thumb along her lip. How nice to see you. He murmured those beady green eyes looking her over. Cage was frozen in place, unable to stop the fucking Rat from touching her as his hand moved from her chin, crouching down to cup one of her breasts then the other, squeezing to test the firmness before pushing the woman back. I see you have marked your skin, Ktzchen, how unfortunate. I am sure my brand will remove such a marking. The 'marking' in question was the Garden of Eden insignia above her hip. A dragon entwining the fox with the white rose in the middle. A symbol of the three branches of the Hunter's guild. Her hands clenched into fists as she was forced to sit there as he examined further, fingers sliding over her slit. She refused to back down, refused to let this monster of a man win. His observations must have been satisfactory as he pulled away pondering as he looked down at his former slave. He had broken her once, taken her innocence and made her his ideal slave. But the defiance was there again. Something much harder to break without the proper tools. I'll be back for you, Ktzchen. He said coldly, turning to go towards the main area. A tear finally broke over Cage's cheek, blurring her vision just as another scent came to mind causing her to stop. Couldn't be. She hadn't gotten his scent since that night. The fire burned there in her mind and the shadows....and those glowing blue eyes begging her to hold on.
Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

You shouldn't be here... came that quiet voice as the Amurjin's feline tail whipped behind her, mostly in apprehension. She knew what would happen if they caught Nettle down here in the depths of the Slave Trade. It wouldn't be death, it would be something worse than death, it would be a lifetime fighting for the rest of your life just to breathe for the next day. Another chance to try and get at freedom and another day where it was all lies and betrayal. Cage had more things to worry about as she watched the man in front of her. A man she knew had protected her from everything that could have possibly happened to her when she wasn't looking. Though tonight this had been the first time she had seen him in years, he hadn't changed much from what she could see of him. She knew it was Nettle there was no denying it, how anybody could attempt to become Nettle was even preposterous to even think about. However she couldn't even reach to touch him to make sure it wasn't lack there of sleep that was finally getting to her. She had known her senses to be forced to that extreme before. However she was more concerned with the cold in the lower levels. The only advantage was her cage, which was small and no way for her to now properly lay down, especially how the chains now pinned her wrists to her ankles. Leaning against the bars in front of her, her feline ears tilted back as those silver hues followed to where his gaze was the floor. Leave, while you still can.
Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

Nettle stared down at the floor, Rose was not herself in this cage, perhaps the long time away from anyone besides the scum of the earth. Looking up from the floor, his focused blue eyes staring into hers, slowly he reached through the bars and brushed a finger against her hand. Looking at her he made a simple sentence with his free hand 'Struggle against me'. The most important task now was to keep the guards suspicion away from him. If they knew he was a friend of hers he would be thrown out immediately and that was the last thing he and Rose wanted to happen. Looking at Rose's cage, the bars looked fragile but to the touch they felt secure. His eyes glanced to the guards standing by the back of the room, a deteriorating table, chairs threatening the crumble to dust and the despicable men sitting there. Standing up and shaking his head, a small scratch on his hand letting out the droplets of blood. Staring down at Rose he made his motion to move, signing to her before he left her gaze 'Not without you Rose', He approached the guards quietly, they seemed less than approving of his presence there. Which of you...gentlemen is the master of this establishment?, his question simple, his task much more complicated, his hands folded behind his back looking to the men in front of him as one of the noble folk from in town, in reality his hands grasped the handles of his daggers ready to strike the slave master and take the key. Perhaps brute force may have been easier to break the cage open but his lack of control in his primal state would have harmed Rose more than helped. Staring back at Rose's back, the Amurjin needed space, he knew that, she was never one to like a cage, let alone being some nefarious man's plaything. Speakn' wha'dya want with me?, his quess had been right after all, the Slave master would be with the most valuable of their captures. His grip on his weapons tightened and pulled the blades from their hiding place I want your keys he muttered standing up tall pulling the blades into view and quickly without a sound the master's throat bore the thin deep line of death along his neck, the fountain of his life spewing forth down his chest. His friend was next, though he ran as fast as he could Nettle managed to cut his stomach deeply, he would bleed out but when was the biggest problem. Nettle had to go with the assumption he would reach his men, soon a fight would be on their hands he only hoped Rose was capable of at least standing, if she wasn't he would need to avoid contact with enemies at all costs. Searching the Master for Rose's cage key he moved back to her the silver glinting in the dim light. Putting it in the lock the creaking cage opened reluctantly, moving to her shackles Can you walk...? he said quietly, his eyes looking over her wounds and scars, evaluating the extent of her injuries, they had been cruel that was evident but as bad as they looked he couldn't tell how her damaged she was internally.
Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

She stared at his back, You've said that before. She muttered as her trembling body made her way towards him. She was in desperate need of some things, food, a decent bed to sleep in and a knowledge that she was safe. Nettle had risked his life to save her, she had to trust him above all others right now. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the grip slightly tightened as she lightly locked her claws into his shirt to keep her in place, her body loose as she wrapped her legs and tail around him to keep her form as close to him as she could and not make it harder for him. Her feline ears perked as the noises started to grow louder, the guards had either been alerted or their fallen gutted fellow had been found. I trust you Nettle. As he made of his way through the halls and corridors, she kept her pain to herself, or at least tried to. There was an occasional slip of a whimper here and there but for the most part she kept her mentality about her, occasionally tugging on his shirt to make him pause only long enough to have a guard or two run by them in search for the shadow giant and his prize. Her feline tail tapped against his side lightly as she purred softly in reassurance, mostly to herself to remind herself it wasn't another one of those dreams. His constant reassurance that they'd make it through or that things may bet a little shaky didn't dissuade her from keeping focused and maintaining that surreal calm that Rose had always possessed. Though a soft chuckle left her lips as she raised herself ever so slightly to reach his ear. Hiding myself isn't exactly easy - unlike you the only place I blend in is the snow. She made herself at least slink a bit lower down, nuzzling into his back as he continued on his course. Her comment was true, the ivory pallor of her skin had not been diminished in time while those feline tiger stripes moved down her spine to the base of that feline tail contrasted with her pale skin. Of the few skirmishes that had been close she had noticed that Nettle had refused to let her get injured in the attacks at all even when they nicked at his skin, something she only noticed with the occasional line of rub along one of his arms. Freedom had come with a price, the last set of maneuvering had made her want to cry as her tight muscles screamed in protest. Luckily the pain would soon fade into the nothing, as did their journey across the hills, though that odd sense of foreboding lingered over her, the female was far too tired, hungry and damned cold to notice what the voice said as the next thing she felt was a soft bed beneath her skin. Her body practically cried out in joy at such at such a luxury she had been sorely missing. Despite her exhausted state she made herself wait, those silver hues looking at his back carefully. You're hurt. She said gently, one of her ears flicking back. She, in all her years as a hunter, had never seen him hurt till now. How did you know I was missing? Finally left her lips. She wanted to get up and bandage his arm properly but her body said no.
Thread: Fucktrain

Dehlila brushed her hair back over her shoulders and sighed as she waited for the train. She was getting tired of standing there, freezing in her Halloween costume designed for a much warmer climate. She wrapped her trench coat tighter around her but it did little to stave off the cold. Beneath it only a tight black one piece corset covered her torso. Shoulder gloves and thigh highs all made of leather adorned her extremities. She had to admit, as much as she loved Japan, this time of year she could do without. The train finally screeched into place and she ducked aboard and sighed at the feel of heated air. Oh jesus! That feels good. She flared out her coat, letting the hot air in before she realized that there was another passenger, and that she had just shown the young lady her attire. Ooops. She chuckled and winked at the young Japanese native who was sharing the train with her. Couldn't be over nineteen, damn sexy though. She sat across from the girl, oh well she already saw her outfit. So she relaxed and crossed her legs while leaning back against the wall, letting her coat fall away and exposing her thighs to the air. I hope I'm not disturbing you? I'm just not the type for modesty you know?
Thread: Fucktrain

It had been a regular day for Mokoto. Leave her house, get on the train, go to school, leave the school, get back on the train, rinse, repeat. At least the train was empty this evening, it was bad enough that men, and occasionally women would reach under her skirt to grope at the panty-clad rear. The blue pleated skirt ending mid-thigh, her long sleeved sailor-esque top completing the high school uniform. Sheer black nylons adorned the girls legs, after all it was rather cold and they were within the dress code. The young Asian woman had been nodding off when the foreigner stepped in, nearly scaring her half to death. It was hard for her to believe people wore clothes like that, though she was immediately envious of the strangers figure. She would have killed to have the killer figure the newcomer had. Mokoto didnt say a word as the woman sat down and let the jacket fall off, her chocolate brown eyes practically glued to Dehlilas legs. The sound of her voice snapped the young woman out of her reverie. A-ah, no it is fine. It looks very.. She bit her lip, trying to remember the word. Mokoto was fairly well versed in English, though she still had trouble with it. Attractive? She asked, smiling a little, brushing a strand of pitch black hair behind her ear.
Thread: Fucktrain

Dehlila raised an eyebrow. Attractive? Was that a shy come on? She bit her lip. The Asian was very sexy, slender, with those big brown eyes. Dehlila found herself very much intrigued. And the way she brushed her hair behind her ear was so adorable. She stood up and moved over to the same bench as the Asian girl. Sat down, angling herself to look at the young woman, and crossed her legs. Attractive hmm? You are pretty attractive yourself you know? Hmm. She imagined this girl in a costume like hers. It seemed so kinky in her head. You know I bet you would look amazing in something like this. Perhaps some black vinyl? A skirt and corset to show off those legs....maybe some stilettos to give you some attitude? She bit her lips again. Japanese people were more reserved, but man was she horny. And her needs were...special. My name is Dehlila. What is yours?
Thread: Fucktrain

Mokoto made no move to scoot away when the woman sat down next to her. A light blush colored the Asian's cheeks at the compliment. In her opinion she was rather plain, she wasn't going to turn down a compliment like that, especially from the woman who was showing off her own lovely body with such disregard to who might be looking. I am? She half-asked, looking up at Dehlila curiously. Mokoto had seen people dressed in similar outfits going to the fetish club near her apartment. O-oh my. I could never wear anything like that. I don't have the body for it. She smiled cheerfully up at foreigner before she gave the young Asian woman her name. My name is Mokoto, I am.... Mokoto bit her lip, having trouble with another English word. Kokosei? Haigh Skool Student? The girl asked no one in particular, before nodding. It was good to practice her English, especially with such an attractive companion who seemed to be eager to talk to her. Where are you going tonight? Mokoto asked, still smiling happily, glad to have some interesting company.
Thread: Fucktrain

High school? Really? She wasn't surprised, it was so hard to tell the age of Japanese sometimes. But this girl was to good looking for her modesty. Dehlila reached over and put her hand on the girls thigh and winked. Trust me, you've got the body for it. I bet you would make men melt like butter if you tried. She gave a reassuring squeeze, also getting a good feel for the girl, she was firm, probably on a track or sports team of some kind. Then she leaned back again. Tonight? Tonight I am heading to a halloween party at a little club I frequent. She motioned to her outfit. Thus the attire. How about you? Do you have any sleazy plans for the evening?
Thread: Fucktrain

Mokoto nodded, most people would have simply guessed from her uniform, then again it was Halloween. The hand on her thigh surprised her, was this woman flirting with her? Well, maybe she would play along, at least this foreigner had the decency to actually talk to her rather than wait for an opportune moment to grope her or worse. It wasnt like it never happened to her, busy train suddenly a hand ducks under her skirt and gives her a good squeeze that she can do nothing about since no one would likely listen to her anyways. To say the young Japanese woman was flattered would have been an understatement. Compliments like these were rare for her, and the squeeze on her leg helped confirm her suspicions about the woman. At this point though, she didnt really care, she was being kind to her and frankly, knockout foreigners like this were rare in her opinion. Well, thank you very much. I dont own anything like that though. Only uniforms and dresses. Overall it was a true statement, she didnt have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, so sexy outfits like that werent needed, plus she didnt have the money to afford bedroom clothing. Sleazy? She paused for a moment before shaking her head. I am going back to my apartment and getting ready for school. I dont go out often enough to go to clubs. In truth, she was too nervous to go to the often underground clubs with the booming music.
Thread: Fucktrain

Well that's no fun...you know... Dehlila thought for a moment. This girl was being fairly open, and accepting. Maybe she'd be up for a little fun. ..you know I could really use some company tonight...these parties rarely ever turn out anyone interesting... She moved her hand and brushed Mokoto's cheek gently with her fingers. God she had such vivid images of the things she could do with this girl. Honestly I'd rather just spent some quality time with someone interesting than hang out at a club hoping to find someone special. She moved in closer so that their thighs were touching. So what do you say Mokoto? You want to break the grind and have a little fun? Don't worry...I'd be gentle...
Thread: Fucktrain

Com-pa-ny? If she hadnt understood the word, the fingers brushing against her cheek gave her a pretty clear picture. Almost instantly, the girls face reddened as her gave turned downward. She was a virgin and at this point her mind was reeling, this gorgeous American woman wanted to lay with her? Then again, she had heard that Japanese Schoolgirls were something many Americans lusted over. Ah, well. The girl began to reply as the warm thigh pressed against her own, the heat from Dehlilas leg slowly seeping through the black nylon leggings she had on. F-fun, yes that sounds good! She exclaimed, looking back up at the woman. B-but before anything happens. Mokoto paused again before chewing on her lip a little. I-I am Um, untouched? She asked again, gesturing towards lower half. Mokoto didnt know the word in English, though she hoped the message was clear. To have someone like this as her first would truly be an experience, and hopefully a good one since this woman seemed to be quite experienced. W-where do we go to do this though? My stop isnt for another ten minutes.
Thread: Fucktrain

Untouched? Dehlila understood as soon as the girl's hands gestured to her nether region. She couldn't help but smile, oh gods this was to good to be true! Given consent, she slid closer and placed her arm over Mokoto's shoulder. They were very close now, the heat of her body filled Dehlila in a way that she just couldn't resist. Well...since we've got the time...and no one is around...why not do it right here? She moved her hand back to Mokoto's thigh. Running it up and down the inside with steady, firm, gently strokes. Pretty soon she would have to show the girl her secret, otherwise she might scare her to death. Also...just so you know...I am not like normal women...it sounds bad if I try to explain so... She gently took Mokoto's hand and placed it against her crotch. There the girl would be able to feel the throbbing bulge that had emerged.
Thread: Fucktrain

It was an interesting feeling, being this close to someone, the almost possessive arm around her shoulders. Right here? On the train? The thought of it enthralled the young woman, it was one of those things, going outside the norm. The hand on the inside of her thigh was a new feeling as well. She looked up at Dehlila, giving her a rather nervous smile. She was about to be deflowered by a complete stranger on a public train, it was a normal feeling, right? Not normal? Mokoto asked as her hand was taken and placed against Dehlilas crotch, the warm, throbbing object resting against her hand. Her eyes grew wide as she stared between Dehlilas legs before giving the bulge a firm squeeze before looking back up at her new friend to see if there was a reaction. Did this woman have a cock? The idea was a little odd to Mokoto, but she had heard of such a thing before.
Thread: Fucktrain

Well she didn't immediately run for the hills, so that meant Dehlila had a window. So she jumped through it at full speed. She smiled as Mokoto looked back to her, then leaned in and kissed her passionately, but gently. She didn't use tongue at first, simply kissing and tasting the young woman's lips. She pulled away and adjusted herself on the bench, sliding her hand to Mokoto's abdomen, gently moving upwards to massage her breast. After a few moments of stimulating the young woman she slid her hand back and placed it over Mokoto's. Steering the girl's hand to massage her phallus. After a few moments she became too hard and it was uncomfortable in her outfit. So she leaned back, separating herself from the girl. She then smiled as she moved her hands to unfasten the removable crotch on her outfit. As she did her cock sprung out, it's full ten inch length and two and a half inch girth throbbed powerfully between her thighs. So...are you...still interested? She always got a little sheepish at this point, since it was hard to find interested partners for women like herself. Also, because it was going to be very uncomfortable getting herself back into the costume.
Thread: Fucktrain

Needless to say, the kiss had been a surprise. At first the young woman struggled a little before resting in the woman's arm, the warm lips against her own, the taste of the other woman's lips in the simple, passionate, almost perfect kiss. At least in her mind it was perfect, hopeful eyes looking up at Dehlila as the hand slid up her smooth skin and cupped her breast. It was a unique feeling, that the Asian girl was clearly enjoying. When the hand finally slid away, Mokoto whimpered a little before feeling the hand placed upon her own. It was different, feeling the throbbing member beneath her hand. She smiled up at Dehlila as her hand guided hers along the covered cock. When it finally sprung out, Mokoto's eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was much larger than she thought it would be. Sugoi! Okii desu-ne! She exclaimed, forgetting that her new friend likely didn't speak Japanese. It was almost hypnotizing, the monster sticking out from the beauty's legs. A-ah, yes! Very interested! Mokoto replied, her gaze finally snapping away from the cock to look up at Dehlila happily. She was nervous as hell, then again, this was all new to her.
Thread: Fucktrain

Dehlila smiled and took Mokoto's hand, urging her to stand and leading her to the end of the car, where the handicapped bench sat. It was much wider and would be far more comfortable once they laid down. For now though she backed Mokoto up against a wall and kissed her again, this time much more deeply, using her tongue to probe and explore her mouth. All the while she pressed up close, letting her large breasts squeeze up against the young womans body. Because of the position her cock was also pressed up against the girls thigh, hot and throbbing, she would surely feel it through her skirt. Dehlila's hands roamed Mokoto's body, exploring every inch of her, going beneath her shirt and undoing her bra, snaking down beneath the girls skirt to give her taut ass a squeeze. Oh gods she could not have been more lucky. She pulled away so she could speak, whispering in the girls ear. Since this is your first time...which I am honored you would give to me....do you want me to be gentle? Or do you want to be fucked?