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Thread: What a Girl Wants

The lack of an answer was... Disappointing, but only in the instance. It quickly filtered as Brodie reminded himself that this girl was not his yet. Just as he had informed her moments beforehand. She was not ready to be preened around others of the Society, nor waltzed in front of the highest bidder. Even with her incredible looks and incredible drive she was simply not ready. She needed to be broken and then fixed, destroyed and then rebuilt. The roller coaster had begun and there was no telling how many times it would go up, down, or upside down before it was finally over. It was rather psychedelic even. When I ask a cunt a question I expect an answer. There was a little chortle as she tried to answer, or excuse herself without remembering that she was gagged. Then a shake of her head that caused her rigid body to move side to side in a swaying motion on the bed. Brodie stopped her swaying with two fingers plunging into her wet and bald cunt. He spoke dully and told her precisely that she needed to cum. He moved his fingers steadily, in a monotonous way that mirrored his voice in a very strange way. He pulled out slowly, very slowly, then pushed both digits in until they curled on their own and thudded against her g-spot. Each ramming thrust nearly dislodged Nina from her pose on the bed. He reminded her only one time that she was not to move. Once she had cum he repeated his command in the same bored voice. His intention was simple, all of his commands were to be followed without question and often with little reward. Brodie continued to pound away at her now raw cunt for several more orgasms until Nina was covered in sweat and her nostrils flared violently with every breath she took. He knew her back had to be aching by this point. Leaning over her prostate form he whispered in her ear after the last orgasm had dwindled down to but a quiver in her belly. Now you are my cunt, With those words his cock rubbed along her abused pussy. Teasing her wet lips, but not entering. He simply slid along the bare skin over and over again until without a word or even a grunt he deposited his load on her flat stomach. Several strands reached over her belly button and a small pool of semen deposited there. Without a moments pause he spoke still in complete control of his voice and breathing. You may kneel, on the floor. Nina complied quickly, gratefully perhaps. Brodie watched as the cum glided down her cunt and began to stick to her skin. He then carefully released the ball gag and removed it from her mouth. Who are you? He asked carefully, with his hand poised unknowingly over the bits of wet semen left on her flesh.
Thread: What a Girl Wants

Ninas body had exploded into orgasm so many times today. Her lithe internal muscles were exhausted and quivering, yet the sheer eroticism of obeying this stranger, not knowing whose hand was manipulating her cunt had her small body jerking spasmodically in yet another explosive release. Her hips began to arch against his hand, but when she did, he stilled her with a touch. She was to remain still and accept his touch. Nina began to cry as she was teased again and again to the peak of release and the explosively tipped over the edge. Few women had the sex drive Nina had been born with, the sex drive she had developed seducing countless boys over the last few years. She forced her ass to remain in the air, aching, still, she came again and again. She hurt. When she felt a strange cock, she shuddered, but never thought of this as rape. And finally, when the cold wet feel of his semen stained her belly, she felt almost proud, though still so afraid. At his command, she knelt, semen dripping down her fair, unmarked belly. When he removed the ball gag, she shuddered. Who are you? The words echoed in her brain, stained her mind. Yours sir, she whispered, knowing it was true. Her sweet face looking up in his direction, though unable to see due to the blindfold. Her tiny form still shivering slightly with tension.
Thread: What a Girl Wants

Good. The slight acknowledgment of a job well done was followed rapidly by a taste of his two fingers mixed as they were with her cunt juices and his semen. She licked them clean in a hurry and seemed eager for more. Brodie fed this fire by asking her a series of questions that simply defined many of the things he had said earlier until all of the wet cum was cleaned from her body and most of it had dried. He could see her lips curling upwards in a smile she was obviously enjoying what was happening to her, and the amount of times she had cum had also released enough chemicals into her body that she was probably higher then most junkies. It was easy to let her ride the high, for now. The higher she rose the further she would have to fall. She squirmed and shook like an eager race horse on the day of the race. The knowledge that soon she would be moving as fast as she could through a track of deliciously simple sexual adventures and deviousness was enough to keep her heart racing wildly. Brodie only brought the tension higher with his commands as he packed up his belonging's. But first he inserted the small egg shaped vibrator into her ass and turned it to the lowest setting knowing full well that it wouldn't be quite enough to cause an orgasm on it's own. Not without a little help. He taped the controls to her thigh and made sure the wire didn't flutter around loosely. Then he spoke. Tomorrow is Friday. You are going to wear this during your entire day at school as well as your night tonight. Remove it only if you need to poop, do not let it get dirty. Do not cum. All day. You are not strong enough to stop yourself from having a orgasm. Do not try to rub yourself and stop short. It will only make things worse. Skip practice and come directly here. There will be a blindfold, ring gag, head phones, and handcuffs. Use everything and do not forget. There was a soft whir of air and then the tearing of paper. Brodie had what he had just said translated from speech to text as he spoke. The portable printer had just printed out the text quickly. He laid the paper on the bed next and moved behind Nina. Quickly he replaced the cuffs on her wrists with more time delayed cuffs. Then he finished packing and stood by the door. He turned to say one last thing If you want the instructions I gave you they are on the bed. Take them or not, there are no excuses. Then the door closed softly. Fifteen minutes later the cuffs popped open.
Thread: What a Girl Wants

Nina felt stunned by these events. Her pink tongue swished around her teeth, tasting a mans semen. The indefinite article a held brutal significance. She had been shaved and nearly fucked by a stranger, a man whos named she didnt know. She felt on an emotional roller coaster where the ride might just end with a plummeting fall. When the handcuffs finally released her, she moved slowly like a woman after an automobile accident. She felt almost overwhelmed by the orgasms, the shaving, every little detail burned into her mind. Slowly, she knelt by the bed and allowed the events to wash over her again, replaying every action, every touch in her mind. A smile teased her lips. One hand crept between her thighs. But then she jerked it away as if burned. No touching herself! Frankly, an orgasm was the last thing she wanted. Turning, she read the instructions again with a wicked little smile. And then she went home. During the night, she tossed and turned. The low vibration kept her awake most of the time and drove her just a little crazy. Breakfast was an orange and half a bagel with cream cheese. Quickly, she kissed her daddy goodbye. The tall, silver-haired business man, so elegant in his dark blue pinstripe suit bent down and gave his princess a kiss. The knowledge of what was lodged in her ass, the thought of what might happen later today lent a certain je ne sais quo to the moment. She gave him a quick hug and waved as he left. Nina went through her day in a daze. Paul shepherded her to many of her classes and sat by her during lunch. For this, she was grateful. At practice, she pleads cramps and asked to be excused. Since she was a solid participant of the team who made almost every practice, her excuse was accepted. Forty minutes later, she knelt eagerly in the hotel room again prepared as he had requested, blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed. A piece of scented lavender paper lay in front of her. On it, she had tried to write out her feelings. Paul, I dont know if this is you or someone youve hired. But my deepest desire is to be your slave, your pet, your little toy. If I cry or beg at times, I know now you are strong enough to ignore my tears and make me into what I truly desire. Hurt me if you need to, fuck me as you please. I have given myself to you, body and soul. Nina Macon The man who read the note would see that she had drawn tiny little hearts above each lower case I. And she had signed her name at the bottom with a little happy face drawn next to Nina. She was dressed in schoolgirl plaid with white underpants that showed because of the way she had knelt waiting, with her skirt hiked up around her thighs. Eagerly she waited for what would happen next.
Thread: What a Girl Wants

Paul had literally just woken up at 2pm on Sunday afternoon. There had been a huge party the night before at his friends house and he was hung over, big time. Not quite sure how he made it home, he cautiously glanced outside into the driveway and was relieved to find his 2010 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R unharmed sitting in his driveway. He was, however, in different clothes then those that he'd worn to the party. In fact... Uhhhh, Startled, Paul whipped around to find a head of hair poking out from underneath the covers. A pretty head with lots of silky brown hair. She looked about as hung over as he felt. A smile crept over her face when she asked him if he had a good time. He nodded yes, but if Nina found him here with another chick she would kill him! As the curtained sheet fell off the rest of her body, Paul couldn't help but whistle. Damn Kate, you ain't a little girl no more, She had grown real nice breasts, and had her belly button pierced since the last time he'd seen her when she was in ninth grade. You said that last night, What else did I say? With a delicate kiss Kate winked, I don't want to embarrass you. Mhmm... RING!!! The phone startled Paul with his tongue halfway into Kate's mouth. He glanced at it and saw that it was Nina. Shit... He murmured, Did I also mention who my girlfriend was? Yea, but you said that wasn't a problem anymore. I did? Oh... Oh yea... Well... Then it isn't. Paul tossed the phone back on the bed and returned his tongue inside of Kate's mouth. She felt great, and there weren't any nervous jitters inside his stomach. No longer did he think of how to please her, he knew that his cock and the sweet romancing that he was damn good at was going to be enough. More then enough. Kate left around five, well satisfied and hopping from foot to foot with her silky smooth hair flowing in the gentle evening breeze. Paul watched her go with a smile, and warm feeling in his gut. Finally, it was over! The phone rang and he picked it up without even looking at the number. Big mistake. PAUL!!! Nina's frantic voice screeched over the phone.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

Lucille Klaus was a young woman and not a day over 26. She was a woman of intrigue and adventure. She was trained in many different forms of self defense and investigation... her biggest assignment? To pull the ever curious Sherlock Holmes out of his state of seclusion. Not even the talented of most doctors could manage to do this... it was a wonder if Lucille ever managed to pull Sherlock out of this strange behavior he was practicing... but, Lucille just accepted he was a strange man and he would always have strange behavoir. His loneliness just caused it to become more clear once and a while. She just needed to find a way to keep him from being lonely... that was where she came in. Lucille was to be his new companion and she would draw attention to him indeed. The minute she got to 221 Baker Street, she was immediately sent up to a room by a pushy old woman. When she reached for the knob, the old lady nearly screamed. There had been a gun shot, That bloody... she muttered. Lucille stopped the old woman, Ma'm... do not worry about escorting me in... I understand Mr.Holmes is in this room. I shall go in myself. With that, she thanked the old woman and slipped into the dark room without warning. She closed the door behind her and turned around. She wore a petticoat that pushed her breasts together making her already ample breasts create an ever more impressive cleavage. So look very sexy from the odd lighting of the room. Yet, she was dressed like any other woman. Her hair was a Carmel color and it had wonderful, flawless locks that matched the innocent doe eyes she had. Her body was made for any man's desire what with the perfect curves and full chest.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

A shot rang through out the room. Assorted with many different succesful experiments ahead of their time. But the good doctor felt not the need a new discovery would bring anyone no matter the age. He had solved some cases from the secluded safety of his room, the room had the pungent smell of old brandy and whiskey. Not counting the odor of the new type of gun power he had made. Which had a bad side effect, it would smell three times the normal smell of gunpowder. His accute hearing which was trained from a number of people in Africa, picked up the faint closing of a door. The old chair that served as a bed for him when he would pass out drunk creaked as he in his half drunk daze pulled back on the hammer. His gun a silver deadly revolutionary american colt, one of the deadliest guns ever made pointed at the area of the door. He could not see the door since it was blocked by a bookcase that contained books on the so called supernatural. It is not wise to stumble into a room with such pridefull demeanor. By her exotic and unique perfume he already knew that it was a woman, one that thought highly about herself. Some one trained, she was no amateur. His trigger finger held tightly. He was depressed and that was obvious by his tone and his physical keep. He wore a white buttoned up shirt that seemed to be used for days, maybe even weeks. His black slacks obviously in the same shape and condition. Step into the light, state your name and your agency, young Lady. He deduced it was a lady but that was not always so. Sometimes they turned out to be lads with very odd taste. His scientific mind wondered at all the possibilities of whom it could be. But none seem to fit, none of his theories were right. So with a hald runk mind he admitted that it had to be someone knew. He had gotten some individuals that wanted to be his new partner. He stilled talked to Watson over the phone, Watson mostly made sure he did not kill anybody. Not that the good doctor Holmes would do something like that. He was a rational creature and for him. Violence without reason was nothing else than just illogical.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

She sighed rolling her eyes. Then, she dusted herself off and sighed again. Mr. Holmes... please, do forgive me if I scared you... she smirked and rolled her eyes slightly. Then, she slowly walked into the light as he had told her. She stood there looking at him with a small smirk. I am Lucille Kent, age 23 but you can call me Lucy if you'd wish. I... am here to become a partner of yours, to help you... and guide you and such... many have told me you are not willing to have another partner. Well, let me just tell you, I feel much similar about not wanting to be your partner. That is- if you welcome me warmly unlike what you have done to the other people who tried to help you, maybe I will try and join you as a partner. She looked at the man feeling slightly bad for him. He looked exhausted and he couldn't have been wearing a clean pair of clothes. Of course, she knew this behavior was his choice and he didn't seem to care much if this was how he took care of himself. She wasn't trying to sound rude, she just wanted to strike him as a different person. Someone who wasn't begging to be his partner, but rather challenging him. It was a far more interesting introduction than anyone before who wanted to be Watson's fill in. Even if it was a little blunt.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

He held in a smile at her words the way she spoke at him was as if he had the honor to be HER partner, which made him more intrigued at her assumption. He sighed softly through his nose and slowly brushed the hammer of the silver gun foward and uncocked it and placed it on the small cluttered table full of moldy drinking glasses he care not to clean. She was obviously to stunning for a normal woman, she had to come from a high class family or she had used her money well. Let me get this straight just for the sake of logic. You must have heard that Watson left which is not much of a shock. Since people have been coming in and out of this place like the deli around the corner. And deduced that most people would flatter me due to My reputation and decided to change it up. And instead being just alright humble you came in with some backbone. His eyes traced her figure in a inspecting way. So tell me Miss Kent. What are your credentials? And do not waste My time with words. You seem like a prepared young lady. You surely must have your paperwork in order. Since you afterall are so sure that you want to make me your partner. What makes you think you can substitute one of the best medical minds in the current world? He ignored the fact about her young age. But gave her a chance, he liked backbone. Alot of great detectives had great backbone after all.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

She looked to him sticking her nose up slightly and smiling. Then, she walked over to her bag. Bending over, she searched through the bag to find a folder. She knew that he would be like this. She indeed had become prepared. Who wouldn't when knowing they would be in the presence of the great Sherlock Holmes. Surprisingly so, she had just graduated as a doctor, but had decided to try and do something a little more unique with her talent rather than just waste it away normally starting her own practice. She would explore with it and see where it would take her. In order to prepare herself a bit more, she had taken some self defense classes as well. Cheerily, she made her way back over to him and handed him a M.d. certificate. I would have stayed within practice longer, but I wanted to see where my interests in the medical field took me... she smiled as she also held a medical book in her hand which she carried in her bag with her everywhere. I thought I could do more with my knowledge than just cure a few people every so often... I always enjoyed studying. Sorry, I meant to say she was 25
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

Holmes looked at the certification over and nodded as he looked at all the details. In all honesty she had more experience than all the so called officials and detectives that came looking for him. After a while of silence and thinking he decided he should at least test her once. He looked around as he sat up on the chair, his face played a thoughtful look. He smiled in victory. On that table, there are some files concerning a killing of profesional tact. I already know what kill him. But as a test to your so called female intuition. I want you to tell me what killed him. I shall heed you a hint. He was injected with something. A man in perfect health killed by a fulminating poison. You have a five minutes. Go As he spoke he grabbed his black cane and pointed at the said table. He was great with time and thus counted the minutes in his mind while remaining quiet. He looked over at her certification. For him the response to the equation was a given. Cyanide poison.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

Goodnight, hun She swallowed hardly, she loved being challenged. However, she wanted to keep her cool and professionalism, so she remained the way she did as usual. Calm as ever. Smirking, she walked over to the file and instantly flipped it open with an elegant and graceful flick of her wrist. Humming softly to herself, she examined the paper and fingered it as she thought intensely. Well an injection... with this man... who went by the name of Phillip Lawrence... of perfect health. She thought hardly for a moment while examining the paper. Suddenly, it was like a timer went off her head when the two minutes had finally passed by. She was ready with the answer too. Feeling confident and bold, she looked towards him with an expression most certain and said, Why, Mr.Holmes, with a situation and man like this, it could only make sense he was injected with Cyanide poison. She gave a satisfied little smile as she patted the case and shut it. Poor fellow. she tutted softly while shaking her head.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

He nodded as he stood up, he tipped a little towards the side and then balanced himself. He took a deepbreath he walked over to her. He sighed softly as he walked behind the table she was beside. He placed her doctor certification on the table on top of the files. She did ok, she could have done worse and gave her a small applause. But the real question is 'Why?' that was the real test. Why killed a slum liver, a drunk with such a severe and pricy poison? What did he know? What did he see? Why? As he spoke he started to remove his white and dirty shirt in a casual manner. 'Why?' was always the question. It was the most important question of all. It was in essence what made him who he was. What made him who he was. So tell me. What is your 'why?' You must have a reason to have the need to become My partner? What makes your need more special than the others need? He liked honesty above all. It was rare for people to be able to lie to him. He wanted her honest response. It was the ultimate test, when it came to him judging a character as unique as her.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

Mr Holmes... she smiled to him as he took off his shirt. I am a woman... she bit her lip and grinned, A smart woman... but a woman nonetheless... she took his shirt from him and examined how dirty it was. I could do far more for you than just be your partner in solving crimes... I can clean, of course, though I'm sure this is how you organize... she said looking around. She was sure despite the messiness, he had a place for everything. I also... can bring you entertainment and help you in anyway that Watson could not... she smiled to him. Of course, that's beside the point. I'll just leave you to think of the possibilities of having a partner so smart that is also female. I'm loyal, Holmes. Very loyal.
Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

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Thread: Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

His eyes narrowed at her, she sent chills up his spine. Good chills. But he would never admit it. It did not take a smart man like Holmes to know what she meant. He sighed softly as he turned around and opened up a closet that looked like books. He took out a similar gun like his and placed it on the table and then took out a black long sleeved shirt and started buttoning it up as he turned to face her. Well Miss Kent as long as you do not have a problem with guns. Then you maybe My partner for the time being. I'll be testing you have in mind. After he was done with his shirt he extended his right hand as if to shake her hand. He smiled politely at her, this could be the start of a good partner ship. To be able to defend and protect one must also be able to take life. You took an oath to protect but as you know. Not all want to be protected. He spoke with his general wit. You are doing fine Dear.