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Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra said to him,I'm glad that you like my drawings and be on your sharpest guard at all times,I have a bad feeling that a group of thugs will ruin this art show for me and the others. Please keep your guard up and you can judge who looks a bit suspicious and not so suspicious ok Steven. She was glad that Steven showed up and she kept an eye patch over her right eye and hoped that Steven wouldn't notice that black eye patch over her right eye at any cost.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven knew that something felt odd too. He couldn't put an eye on it, but something was unique about her as well. He heard that he needed to keep his guard up, which he already did. He was very cautious when she said that.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra was showing everyone else all of her drawings that she done and that she is donating to the art gallery like her parent's taught her how to help others out in life. One of the thugs saw all of the drawings that Terra did and he withdrew a gun and said to everyone,This is a stick up hand over all of your money right now and no one will get hurt at any cost. Everyone did what they were told to do and they handed all of their money over to the tugs and wished that someone would stop these thugs at any cost. I left an opening for Captain America to come in and save the day which is Steven Rogers.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven was wandering around the other art stands when he heard the thug yell his threat and cock his gun. He knew he had to take action. He got down and acted as though he was a civilian. He moved over to the thug and acted like he had money, to give him, but instead uppercutted the man, knocking him out. he then ran to the other thug before he could notice.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra was watching Steven fighting and she found a broken bo-staff and she quickly tossed it to Steven so he could use it as a weapon to help him take on the other three thugs as well.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven was looking the other way as he took down the other goon. He heard her throw the staff and turned to grab it, proceeding to get in close quarters with the other three and take them down. Thanks. he told Terra after dealing with them.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra said to Steven,Your welcome anytime Steven and I'll just stay low to the ground ok,and your doing a fine job taking out those thugs keep on fighting Steven. Terra quickly ducked behind a bench and waited until this fight stopped nad she called 911 to report this to the police and they'll be here in 10 minutes to lock those thugs up behind bar.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven kept holding on to the staff, moving and keeping an eye on the thugs that he had taken down to make sure they didn't get up. He then turned to the ones that were still up, and proceeded to take care of them until the police arrived.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

The police cars arrived and entered into the art musem and said to Steven,You have done very well by taking these thugs down. I'm proud of you Steven Rogers well done. Terra was glad that their was another hero in town as well as she and she smiled at Steven and she gave him a hug to thank him for saving her art show.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven was talking to the police chief when Terra came over and hugged him. He turned his attention to her. Hey, Terra... There's something I've been meaning to ask you. Are you a super hero? I feel something... strange... about you. he said. He had felt something since they first met.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra said to Steven,I will tell you later if I'm a superhero or not ok Steven. All of people that were at at the art show got all of their money back that the thugs stole and the art show went on.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Steven nodded, looking around at the thugs being taken away and the people returning to their previous activities. Alright. i'm going to go home for a little while. he said, looking at her. He didn't really know if it was still their, but he'd only hope for the best.
Thread: 1X1 Captain AmericaXBatgirl rp.

Terra said to Steven,You can stay longer with me,you don't have to go right now,but if you want to go home for a bit,it won't bother me at all Steven ok. Terra was showing more people her beatuiful art work and everyone was admiring Captain America painted picture that she painted by herself.
Thread: A Whole New Life [Vanity and I]

Shepard streched his fingers before crossing his arms in front of himself. His eyes had been constantly wet, for many days now, after their bold attack upon the Collectors home base. He had lost many a grave soldier in that battle. Shepard had grown accustomed to loss, yet this time it hurt, and tore at his mind. What he had always needed, was restraints. Someone to be around, that held a hand over his head. After the death of Miranda, Jacob and Mordin Solus, he had lost all restraints, that kept him from breaking his mind. Yet he no longer saw this as a weakness. Rather, he felt strength returning to him. A strength, no others would enjoy hearing about. This would lose him a great deal of his crew members, and would have him hunted by the council, and thereby their Specters. But why should he care? He had everything at hand he needed, to stay them off his back. He had strong crew members in Grunt and Jack, that would surely stick on to him, as he made this turn, off the straight line. The line he was 'expected' to follow. He had already resented the Illusive Mans help, and next was the council and then the rest of the Galaxy. He was tired. He was tired of fighting their fight. Tired of shedding his good men and women's blood, only to aid those who doesn't deserve it. The battle against the Reapers, was no longer his to fight. He turned around on his heals, leaving his room, to take the Elevator to Engineering. Velan Shepard stepped out from the Elevator, with intent in his walk. The few Engineers who saw him, only nodded in unnoticed greetings. They all knew that it was a bad idea to talk to Shepard, when he was in a horrid mood, and he had never seemed more intense. Shepard's footsteps down the stairs, made little noise, even though his strong body was quite heavy, even when not baring his gear. Shepard had spent plentiful time with Jack before, yet he had never gone very far with her. That was about to change. He wanted her, and the only reason he hadn't stepped up before, was because of the restraints he bore before. Those where now gone, and he was about to take a step, that would backtrack his life, to the days in the streets. His youth, among slavers. He was about to take up this trade, and would not even feel look between these two areas. It had only brought him more pain, and more tears. As he neared Jacks quarters, his eyes drove about her room, still unable to see her from his ankle. Jack! I need a word with you. He said, with a harsh voice, as he stopped his approach. His facial features, where stained with the orange scars, as a result to his aggressive nature.
Thread: A Whole New Life [Vanity and I]

The Normandy had become a host of all manner of ruthless warriors, assassin's and brutal murderers. After all, Commander Shepard had gathered the best of the best from across the known galaxy to fight the Collectors, and together they were certainly a force capable of moving mountains and parting seas. No matter what their species, morals or preferred method of assault, each crew-member which Shepard had recovered was a trained killer, and nothing could change that. After all, he had needed the best. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the plain ruthless. Whether they be the over-sized Krogan tank-bred and only knowing war, or the Drell, trained from birth to slay the wicked with his superior speed and agility. All of them here because of the very fact that they were far too dangerous for their own good. Not to mention the Normandy itself, was armed to the teeth with missiles, cannons and protected with armour which had been proven to resist the sheer fire-power of a Collector vessel. Jack remained below deck, at the very bottom of the ship. Below the commander's quarters, below the command deck, below the crew and passenger's quarters and even below the engineer's deck. At the very base of the Normandy, is was silent, dim, and generally unwelcoming. Traffic down here was almost non-existent, and any who did venture this far down tended to make their visits swift. It seemed that just a few members of the crew were even scared of the biotic. Good. She had yet to find a soul on-board that she found vaguely interesting. She had certainly talked to Shepard a few times, although that was usually during any of their various missions. No, few ever visited Jack's secluded and very make-shift room below decks, and that was just wonderful for her. It gave her time to prepare any equipment she may need for future endeavours, hone her remarkably powerful biotic abilities for a human, and generally find other ways to entertain herself when her skills were unneeded. The latter tended to be prying through countless Cerberus files, reading through all that the damn organisation had ever done. Give Jack twenty minutes and she could probably destroy Cerberus from the inside. Something she planned to do one day, after personally killing off the Illusive man. Cerberus would probably fall after the death of their leader, anyway. As Jack saw it, they were following the Illusive man more than they were following his ideals. The biotic raised the Carnifex hand-cannon with her right hand, simply examining the small but very deadly handgun. It could slice through most armour, and it's decent firing speed made it quite useful against multiple targets. It was powerful, Jack would give it that. She would have been entirely content ensuring that her weaponry was in check had a particularly irritated voice echoed within the maintenance chamber. One Velan Shepard, to be exact. Commander of the Normandy. What? Jack yelled in return, taking a quick glance at him before standing up from the hard and uncomfortable bed she had been sitting on. I haven't got all day.
Thread: A Whole New Life [Vanity and I]

Velans eyes, hint of orange staining them as well as the rest of his face, stared towards Jack. They drifted shortly down towards Jack's pistol, before back on her. The intimidation from a pistol, was nothing compared to the intimidation Jack herself emitted. Jack was highly skilled, yet highly unstable. But then, what was Shepard? He was just as bad. His mind always tortured with memories, when he was not in battle. Always snapping at others, when they tried to comfort him. He was far from the man he was expected to be. He was a great leader, but he kept order, through his combat virtues, rather finer abilities with words. Intimidation and cun point, that was his way of resolving business deals. Jack was defiant and snappy as always, sending Shepard's lips in a slight grin, as his eyes stared upon her. The intimidation that always burned from her, was also what attracted Shepard the most about her. She had the kind of flame, he had tried to hide in himself. He had to do all these things for others, and all for what? He had got nothing but more scars. Shepard approached Jack, with the same stare, as his lips parted. Did I want you for a month, you would have a month. As he put pressure on the word 'have' his hands pushed towards her shoulders, if she didn't move, pushing her back against her desk. He walked closely against her, should he have gotten her against the desk, staring into her eyes still, as he lent closer, expecting her to lean backwards, for their faces not to meet, but he woulds top before they did, resting his hands on the desk, on each side of her. His eyes continued their intent stare at hers. The only orders I had.. has been fulfilled. And i'm feeling reluctant, to take upon any other. he said, tilting his head slightly, keeping their bodies close, unless she should do something to part them. I'm rather considering, taking up a new profession. He said, grinning a bit wider.
Thread: A Whole New Life [Vanity and I]

Shepard was acting just as aggressive as ever, and to anyone else the deep, golden scars upon his face might have been somewhat intimidating. Personally, Jack found them rather interesting. While he had little choice over their presence, his scars were not all that different from her tattoos. Both told stories about their owner. How they had both gone to hell and back Shepard quite literally and had come out fighting. Velan's faintest grin did little to make any of his injuries seem any more modest, and if anything, Jack preferred that. It gave him an awful lot more character than one would ever really expect. The biotic threw the pistol to the side, clattering against the wall before dropping back down onto her bed. She didn't need a weapon to kill anyone other than herself, and she didn't intend to kill the person who had given her safe passage from that torture chamber of a prison any time soon. He had earned her respect, or at least the closest someone could get to her respect. Certainly a rare feat. Fine, be difficult Jack replied, as she watched Velan's lips curl into a bizarre grin. He had something planned, she knew it. She took a few small steps towards Shepard, her strides slow and extagerated. You gonna tell me what you came down here for or are you just going to waste my time? she continued, folding her arms and leaning on one leg. She tilted her head to the side slightly as Velan closed in, bridging the gap between them. Although she would have usually stood her ground, this time she did indeed take a few meagre steps backwards, although Velan's strides were longer and faster. Jack stopped just a second before she would have hit the desk which also lay down here in the Engineering deck. It was littered with all kinds of odds and ends Jack had found, mostly small trophies of her various victories. A few PDAs too, which were old Cerberus files Jack had already gotten around to reading. Her weapons too, of course, minus the pistol. Anything of value the biotic could get her hands on, really. As Shepard had trapped Jack against the desk with his arms, Jack simply maintained her stare, her arms still folded and a look of confusion and irritation on her face. Their faces were inches from eachother, the man's grin continuing to grow. Jack raised an eyebrow, placed her right hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. What kind of 'profession' are we talking 'bout here?
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Her name was once Michelle, but now she answered to anything her owner wished to call her. A puppy. That's what she was. A sex slave forced to walk on all fours - or more precisely, her elbows and knees. Her arms and legs had been folded in to a tight rubber suit which covered everything except her face and a small opening in her crotch. She had come to give her master some good news, that the three woman in his basement - April Matthews his thirty-five year old former boss, Amanda Stokes an ex-girlfriend-turned-whore who cheated on him with multiple guys and Roxanne Knox who was a complete bitch to him during high school were awake. However, because of the ball gag in her mouth, all she could do was grunt and 'mmmph' in to the gag although she knew that making sounds was frowned upon, and usually got her spanked. Ignoring that, she continued her pathetic attempts to speak, looking up at the man who towered above her tiny height.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason smiled as he saw the slave walk into his room, a gag stuffed in her mouth, and a vibrator under her suit in her ass, and a bigger one in her cunt. He smiled, knowing the women would see some odd changes made to their bodies, giving them some better proportions, at least in his sight. He nodded when the girl grunted, knowing what the reason for this was, there would be no other reason that shed defy his usual 'No sounds' Rule except for something important, which this was. Good girl. He said. He then sat on her back, I'm not interested in walking now, so bring me If she'd fall because of this, it wouldn't be too far down, because of her big, firm breasts, breaking the fall.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Michelle nodded, but grunted some more when Jason sat on her back. Even after having done this many times before, she still struggled with his weight. The walk was slow, and her legs and arms buckled many times yet she managed to stop herself from falling - which to her was a definite improvement. Eventually she arrived at the destination, thankful that it meant her master would be getting off of her now. And she hoped that he would allow her to return to her 'bed' without having to do anything else. In the room - April was the first to wake up. As her eyes began to open and her senses came back to her, she suddenly jerked up to her feet when she realised who was in front of her. She hadn't quite realised what had happened to her body. Just yet. You!
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason smiled, enjoying the ride, spanking the womans ass when he thought she was going to slow. Maybe his new pet would be stronger. He wondered if he'd keep this one or use her in one of his experiments, only time would tell. When they got to their destination Jason didn't get off her, she was pretty comfortable to sit on, and would show what would become of the women infront of them. You! He mimiced the woman infront of him, her hands bound behind her back and to the chair, whichd either cause her to be unable to get up, or fall over. I have a name, you know. He said, his eyes glimmering with something, sadism? Joy?
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Realising that he wasn't going to get off of her, Michelle closed her eyes and felt her limbs begin to shake. Oh no - she couldn't drop Jason or he'd kill her! Everything was finally coming to April. Her chair lost it's balance, and she felt to the floor with a thud. She was now at a height where she could properly see the... thing he was sitting on. It was a woman! Covered in... a weird rubber suit! Finally, she also realised what had happened to her body. What have you done to me!? She shouted, refusing to call him by his name. My breasts... they're huge!
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason felt Michelle tremble slightly under him, knowing that she wouldn't fall until she would be completely incapable of holding him. He looked down at her with a smile, knowing she had seen the woman under him, then making the connection between his pup and her own body. She herself was still wearing her own clothes, stretched the most they could, at some parts even starting to rip. He softly clapped. You've got a good view. he said sarcastically.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

It didn't take long for the other two women to wake up from their artificially-induced sleep. Both were as confused as April was, but didn't seem to be as vocal as she was. However, especially with April and Amanda, they knew who messed up he was. What have you done to me?! Why am I here?! Asked Amanda, attempting to break free of the rope but it was no use. She'd never met the other people before, and was starting to worry about what horrible things he had in store for them.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason smiled at the woman, one that wasn't out of joy, but more out of eagerness to get started with their punishments. What I have done to you you can see yourself, slut, and why you're here, you can think of yourself, or did you get dumber since last time? He asked, his voice calm. He had already given them names, Slut for Amanda, because of her new 'proffession.' Bitch for Roxanne, for because how she acted, and slave for April, as when she kicked him out he had sworn he would once be the one to boss her around. His chair, once Michelle, was now Pup, for how stubborn she had been at first, and how much she had to be learned, and also for her complete obedience,like a dog, now.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

April or Slave was refusing to accept her current situation, and continued to squirm on the floor. Every time, she would catch a glance at the broken-looking Pup underneath him, and the way she had a look of nothing behind her eyes. How long had she been like that? And what a mess... a big rubber ball wedged in her mouth and a constant trickle of saliva running down her chin and on to the floor... Tears began to shoot down Amanda's cheeks, her eyes closed, sniffling to herself as if everything was going to be all better. But it wasn't. I'm sorry... She said.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason looked down at Slave, then stood up when Slut started talking. Go. he told Pup, giving her a slap on her ass Get some sleep, I'll need you tomorrow. He then looked at the other three, pulling Slave up by her bound hands and placing her back down on the chair. He then went to Slut, taking her chin in his hands You don't know yet what it's like for you to be sorry. he said, then stepped away from them a little You three all probably want to know what's going on, well, I'll tell you. This'll be a contest of sorts, in which I'll find out various things about you. The winner may leave, and everything I've done to her will be reversed, the secondplacer may leave, but she'll stay as she was here, and the third place, well, you've seen Pup.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Michelle nodded, glad to be relieved of the weight on her back. She yelped a little when she was slapped on the ass, before disappearing out of the room slowly to her 'bed'. Out of the three, Roxanne or Bitch as she appeared to be known as now seemed to have been the quietest. However, there was a reason for that. Not only had her body went through a physical change like the other girls, her mind had also began to go. What ever he had done to them, she was now already the mental equivalent of a bimbo she wasn't very smart to begin with. Contest? She asked, smiling a little. This sounds fun! What do we get to do? She asked, curiously... completely ignoring the fact that he said if she lost, she would be like the little slave girl he was sitting on.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason looked at the girl who the 'medicine' seemed to have had most effect on with a smile. He wondered he'd even manage to get her back the way she was. You'll notice soon enough. He said, then stood up, walking away, to return with three gags and blindfolds, one for each of them. Red for bitch, yellow for slut, and green for slave, while pup had been wearing blue. He put them on to all three, then cut them lose from their chairs. Follow me. He said.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

The women resisted the gags, trying to keep their mouths closed and moving their heads so that he couldn't put them on. However, it ended in failure as they were soon blinded and silenced. When Jason untied them from the chairs, Slave looked around aimlessly as they were told to follow him. How were they going to do that when they couldn't see! The three of them began to walk in the direction they thought he was going to take them, bumping in to various things as well as each other.
Thread: Bimbo Challenge (Cheesecake&Cevl)

Jason shook his head at three walking around clumsily. To here. He said, and sighed Pup can walk around here with blindfolds and her legs tied together better than you! As they finally all three got to him he made them stand on three platforms, where he pushed a button, making metal arms put on suits for them, like pup's, then restrain them to the floor. This will be your first test, to see how long you can hold yourself from cumming. he said, another arm with a dildo on it coming out and starting to rub their slits.