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Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Oh no. Alenka's heart sank almost as quickly as she rose, a sudden fear holding it inert as she darted towards the cooker, but it was too late. She'd set the temperature too high, and within the oven - the opening of which was marked by a billow of black smoke - the chicken and potatoes she'd prepared for Krzys were charred and burned only the peas looked edible, and somehow, she didn't think they would be enough to appease her husband's hunger. How could she have been so stupid?! A look of hopeless regret dawned upon her face, and tremulously she turned her eyes back to Krzys from her spot. I'm so sorry, drogi ... I'll... I'll make something fresh. Why, Alenka? Not now, not now! she thought as she stood and glanced about her, her actions mirroring the internal search her mind was undergoing for an idea of what to make, skipping from one thought to the next and trying to piece together a suitable meal satisfying and quickly made. Krzys was volatile at the best of times, but when he was drunk he was positively volcanic. She glanced at him with sorrow in her pretty, pale blue eyes, and the smoke which still hung dispersing in the air made it look as though he was quite literally seething with anger, dark wisps of smoke rising from his ears in a vision she would later contemplate painting, only to think better of it for fear that her husband would see it and know its origins. Quickly she turned and stepped towards the fridge, tugging the door open and grasping a packet of frozen chicken from the built-in freezer. She need only defrost it and then she could fry it - with peppers, yes! And onions. She had sour cream and tortillas fajitas would not take long to prepare, would they? In her hand, the chicken was icy cold, as cold as the eyes which glared at her from behind.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Glupia dziwka! Krzy spat out the insult as the acrid smell of burnt food filled the apartment. Just to make matters worse, it seemed that the grey wisps had managed to waft their way out of the kitchen and off towards the smoke detector in the living room. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Kryz rushed over to turn the damn thing off, he hated the high-pitched noise, it was making his alcohol addled head pound. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-ep He just about tore the stupid machine to bits in his attempt to remove the batteries and cease that wretched noise. What was Alenka trying to do, burn the whole apartment complex down? With a growl, he popped out the batteries and tossed them onto the couch. Now that that annoyance was taken care of, he strode back into the kitchen, just in time to see his wife taking something from the freezer. Frozen chicken?! What was she going to do with that? Defrost it in the microwave until it had the texture of boot leather? Or was Alenka going to attempt to cook the frozen mess and poison her husband with meat that was raw in the middle. In two short steps, the tall Polack had managed to cross their small kitchendining room and was now bearing down on Alenka. He grabbed the frozen packet of protein and launched it out of the kitchen, into the living room, and straight into a wall. There was a thud, followed by a crack that was probably the plaster wall giving way to the force of Krzys throw. See what you make me do?! He growled so engrossed in his alcohol and hunger fueled anger that he blacked out for only a second. But when that second was up, Alenka was wearing a bright red mark across her cheek and his hand tingled with small pinpricks of pain from slapping his incompetent lover so hard. What is wrong with you tonight?! Too busy pining over Janosz to focus on your husband? Krzys roared, uncaring if the neighbors heard. I brought you from Poland, put a roof over your head, helped you get a job, and you cant even handle making me dinner?! What good are you?! Well, Krzys knew of at least one- thing that his wife was good at letting him take his pleasure until he was exhausted and could go to sleep. Perhaps fucking his pretty wife raw would help sate the ache in his belly by tiring out his muscles so that he could do nothing else but fall into a deep slumber. Come. He grabbed her, fingers fisting the pink woolen turtleneck she wore as she dragged her off with him towards their bedroom.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Not again - why must something always go wrong? We used to be so happy... No, Krzys, no! Don't bre- It was too late for wishful thinking the awful beeping subsided and Alenka knew that when she inspected the alarm, she would find it in a state of disrepair, much akin to the state of their marriage. At least she could put something together for him and hopefully - with his belly full of food and alcohol - he might drift off to sleep. She was barely thinking of what she was doing when a sudden shadow loomed over her, and the chicken was wrenched from her grasp. Turning, her arms raised defensively as the frozen poultry hurtled through the open air and with a horrible crunch connected with the wall. She couldn't even bring herself to look Krzys in the face, for fear of the rage she might see burning in his eyes. As such, she never saw his hand arcing through the air towards her. Her whole world was jolted, the force of the blow turning her again she swallowed and sniffled once, fighting back the tears which began to burn the backs of her eyes but she would not cry. Her cheek throbbed and bore the print of his strong hand in red upon its surface, as though someone had scattered rose petals upon the snow. She heard his words but couldn't listen she only scarcely caught something about her pining over Janosz, which was a preposterous thought. Didn't he know that she still loved him? Despite all their trials and all the abuse she had suffered, didn't he know that she still wanted to make her marriage work? She touched her cheek lightly and flinched she'd have a fresh bruise to cover on the morrow. She felt like whimpering as she was dragged away - a rag doll in his powerful grasp - and though she wanted to resist, she was afraid of what might happen if she did so. Her heart groaned at the sight of the damaged wall as she was whisked past it that too would need repairing, only that would be a simple task... Through the living room and down the hall - their feet treading noiselessly on the carpeted floors as they went - Krzys lead her to the neatly furnished bedroom which they shared. It's beige carpet and walls were offset by curtains of a deep maroon, it's wooden furnishings composed of light-coloured woods which were varnished and routinely swept. Above the bed, Alenka had recently hung a picture which she'd painted, drawing on her memory of the Polish landscape outside of Warszawa, though right now it felt like a poor location to have hung it. Krzys made no secret of his disapproval of her renewed interest in art, and she flinched again at the thought of anything sparking a further decline in his stormy mood.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Either Alenka felt lighter or Krzys was a hell of a lot stronger... Hmmph, perhaps it was the drunk musclesyesthat was it. Part of him was surprised that he was still in such a state, and then he remembered that his belly was empty he hadnt eaten since noon. Now that it was approaching midnight, Krzys was tired from a long day of work, starving, and once they got into the bedroom, he contemplated just forgetting a rough round of sex with Alenka and just going to bed. But then that painting caught his eyeand Krzys anger flared once again. Goddamn waste! Krzys growled as he released the pink wool turtleneck before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He didnt want to face that ridiculous painting that Alenka had no doubt spent a fortune on. Though, the thought dawned on him that it was perhaps something -she- had painted herself rather than something she had picked up in a shop on a whim. If that was the case it was even worse that painting now symbolized a waste of time and- money. Come, kneel. His voice was clipped, short, much in the way that someone would speak to a dog. Right now, a dog might rate slightly higher than Alenkabut theyd never know, since animals werent allowed in this disappointmet of an apartment complex. The drunk pointed to the ground, right infront of him as he spread his legs enough to allow Alenka a clear place to kneel on the carpeted floor. You are going to help me fall asleep. Since you are incapable of doing it by being an attentive wife and feeding me, youre going to tire me out instead. Finding pleasure usually did help temper Krzys rage. Plus he was always so tired after an orgasm hed almost immediately fall asleep afterwards, especially when he was drunk. Hed definitely be able to get some rest even though his stomach growled with just about as much anger that his voice held. Yes, one good cum and then they could both go to sleep and forget this whole horrible night had ever happened. Krzys settled on untucking his white button down shirt as Alenka got into position. He balled up the shit and chucked it over towards the hamper. Then he undid his belt and his trousers, pulling the mess of cloth down enough to remove his still soft member. He was so drunk and so furious that even the enticing view of Alenkas pretty face could not coax a reaction out of him. Though, her mouth would surely do the trick. I want you to suck me until I am hard. And thenmaybe if youre good, I will think about fucking you.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

It hadn't always been like this. There had been a time when Krzys has made love to her - be it sweetly or roughly, it had been love - though Alenka could scarcely when the last such occasion had been. Since his drinking had become routine, however, sex was always a brusque affair. There had been an affectionate spell during which she did her best to beguile him back into love with her but it hadn't worked, and now the act did little more than leave her feeling used and - sometimes - bruised. She had rarely been wont to say no to her husband, and through trial and painful error she had learned not to say no to him when he was in a state of inebriation. It made her feel hopeless, and the knowledge that he would at least fall into a deep, deep slumber afterwards was bitter compensation. Still, she paused for a second, another forlorn glance at his impassive features marking a wistful remembrance of better times, but then she did slip to her knees before him, hiding her reluctance behind the cold obedience which a relationship with Krzys had taught her. Oh, please don't , she thought. Just cum and go to sleep like you always do. She knew what would happen then she'd fall asleep feeling alone and unloved, a broken heart and a near-comatose man her only company in a world which had dealt her a cruel hand over the past few years. Of course, the salt in the wound was that she recognised her own reluctance to leave him, and was powerless against it. Taking his warm, soft manhood in one hand, she let obedience become her ritual of escape focusing on getting him off would lock her in the present for a time, and the pains of her past and future would fade away... for a time. Her hand had the delicate composition which a painter's should, but she let her grip grow firmer as he slowly became erect in her grasp, stroking him and letting her thumb rub the sensitive spot where the shaft of his penis met its head. The act was just one more thing in her life which mirrored the state of her relationship she used to love taking him in her mouth, but now all joy had been sapped from it along. He drank her pleasure along with his vice, and as she lowered her head between his thighs and her lips spread around his girth, she thought of how different it would feel were it anyone but Krzys. Immediately she scolded herself - drunk or not, this was her husband - and as if in atonement, she sucked firmly on his swollen tip and rhythmically her head began to bob.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Krzys had never slept with a more perfect woman than Alenka. Perhaps it was her sizeshe was just the perfect height and weight for him to maneuver and overpower in the bedroom. Or maybe it was how willingly she bent to his will and did as he commandedthe sight of her on her knees always did fill his alcohol hazed mind with the heady rush of power and control. Not long after taking his member by her hand than did Krzys begin to grow hard, his hips rocking just the slightest bit in anticipation. Alenka did always give the best head granted, it wasnt as good as it had been when they had first started dating, but Krzys wrote the difference off to them being together for so long. Obviously he had just gotten used to Alenkas mouth and thats why her talented tongue no longer felt as mind-blowing as it once had. A soft groan snuck its way past his lips and he reclined just a bit, holding himself up with one hand while the other assisted in keeping his wifes hair out of her face so that he could watch her. The way her pouty lips stretched as she took inch after inch of his throbbing manhood into her drove him wild. And those eyesthose beguiling grey eyes that had drawn his attention. They always so innocently looked up at him, as though checking to make sure he was enjoying himself. Good girl Alenkathats ittake every inch. Krzys murmured softly as his grip on her head tightened and he began to piston his hips upwards into her bobbing mouth. He tried to do his best to keep from ramming the whole thing into her before she was ready. As much as he just wanted to get off, he didnt want to choke her. But controlling himself was becoming harder as he neared his peak, his throbbing and twitching cock demanding that he find release soon. So with a soft growl of impatience, he grabbed the back of Alenkas head with both hands and began to thrust into her mouth. A couple of pumps and he was there, his cock twitched and several thick ropes of his seed erupted into her mouth. Swallowever drop. Krzys groaned as he withdrew and plummeted into Alenkas warm wet mouth several more times, just to make sure he was spent, before finally sitting still on the mattress once more. Now go brush your teeth. Then come to bed. I will hold you tonight, you have done such a good job. He panted out softly, running his fingers with surprising gentleness through her silken blonde locks. After an orgasm he was usually much more tolerant of his wifes shortcomings she almost made up for all- of them with how good she was in the sack. But tonight, Krzys was too tired to manage to fuck his wife properly and return the favor of a climax. Hell, he was too tired to even take off his pants before bed. He merely just turned about, tucked his softening member back into his pants, and made his way under the sheets, still half-dressed.
Thread: The Gentler Sex [Javorcek & YellowSmoke]

Krzys response to his wifes bidding of goodnight was only a sleepy grunt and tired arms lacing about her petite body. He tugged her closer to him, cringing a bit as her cold body melted against him. Mmph Another grunt, her feet were cold. Why were they always cold? But Krzys was used to it by now, letting his wife tuck her cold toes under his leg was something that he had allowed her to do for a very long time without complaint. Though, in the beginning of their marriage, it had usually brought in a playful bit of teasing and many free kissesbut right now he was too tired to exchange such lightheartedness with his wife. Within a couple of minutes, Alenkas body was nice and warm and he could finally fall asleep. ---- Mornings for Krzys had been going the same way for five years. His alarm would go off, causing him to release his beautiful wife from his possessive grasp so that he could roll over and swat at the beeping clock a couple of times before he found the Snooze button. Then hed spend another ten minutes under the sheets, somewhere between awake and dreaming, the alarm would go off once more, and then hed actually get up from bed after he turned it off the second time. Hed stagger around the bedroom until he figured out which way the bathroom was. Hed always done this, even before Alenka. Krzys was always disoriented in the morningsbut the alcohol definitely made it worse. Depending on how much he had had to drink, hed sway a bit more on some days rather than others. Today was one of those days wobbly legs carried him over to the shower as his brain ran on autopilot. He didnt actually wake up until the tail end of his shower when he shut off the water and quickly dried off with a towel. Alenka was usually still asleep and Krzys was careful not to wake her up. He could be cruel at times, but he wasnt heartless. He knew that his love needed her rest, and so he was quiet as a mouse as he dressed into his slacks and shirt for the day. Milego dnia moja droga. Krzys whispered before leaning down to kiss Alenkas cheek. The words werent loaded with tender love as they had once beenand the kiss was rather chaste. But, well, Krzys was a creature of habit. He had started this routine of wishing his wife a good day and kissing her goodbye years ago, and he would probably keep doing those actions everyday for the rest of their lives together. Krzys left the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He had some homemade bread with a piece of cheese for breakfast as he usually did. Then he grabbed his lunch box, jacket, and headed out before he missed the bus that would take him off to his middle management job at the warehouse. Hopefully nothing would go wrong at work today. He had noticed Alenkas bruise on her cheek. And while he couldnt remember striking her, he knew that he probably had. So perhaps, if everything went smoothly today, hed buy her some flowers as he usually did to say he was sorry. As much as Alenka disappointed him as a wife sometimes, he did love her. And as a good, Catholic man, he couldnt bear the idea of his wife leaving him because he had been inattentive.
Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

Captain of the guard. A rare species of Anthro had the honor of calling himself by that title. Not that he minded of course, it earned him both the fear and the respect he desired from his men and the vile human prisoners, the very people who had slaughtered most of his kind for their horns, their scales, their bones and their meat. They had never been anything more than trouble in the eyes of humans, with their unusual strength and wings that allowed them easy escape. Not like the wolves or the felines, who were easily tortured and turned into slaves, He was a Dragon. Powerful, majestic, and a user of a rare magic that only the dragons were able to use. This Dragon. One of the last ones left alive, was named Jinx Kilyer, but among the humans as well as the other Anthros, he was known as the Heartless Beast. He was the one who tortured all the prisoners, killed them and got the information he needed. If he was in a good mood, or even in a bad mood, he would turn the prisoners into servants that he would eventually kill off. They went through immense torture as a form of revenge for what they did to his kind all those many years ago, and there was no mercy ever shown to them. Sometimes Jinx would grow attached to one and stop the other Anthros attacking him or her, and if that happened you were extremely lucky. But that was a rare occurrence and they always ended up being killed by him in the end. It was now that Jinx strolled through the halls, his dark and tattered wings folded against his back and the glowing runes on his legs covered by his light armour, the hard metal clinking together as he walked. Although he had armour covering his entire body, his head, wingss and tail were left uncovered. His strong tail swished to the side, slamming against the bars of the calls and causing the humans inside to scream and hide at the back of their cells. This reaction received a smirk from the dragon. Soon though he entered the cell with the Major and grinned at his broken and bleeding form, his clawed and scaled hand reaching forward and exploring the pockets, pulling out the wallet. He shuffled through it, a laugh escaping his lips when he saw this this male was a Major. So.... We finally caught you... The young Major he purred, his fangs glistening and eyes gleaming red. He was going to enjoy this...
Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

Jinx growled slightly before laughing, clearly enjoying the sight of the Major sitting at his feet. At his final request though, the dragon sneered and crouched down once again, his tail swaying angrily and hitting the bars of the cell. You know, Major, there is a reason that I am as heartless as I am today.... Plenty of reasons actually. But the main reason is because of the dragons you killed... One of them was my mother.... And yoou made me watch as you killed her before I escaped he hissed, a black tongue snaking out from between his lips and flickering across the broken and battered male's cheek before disappearing into his mouth once more. He looked thoughtful for a moment before a dark grin appeared on his face. But of course I can do that one simple favor for you.... Even if you did kill my mother, you rescued some Anthros... with that said he slipped his clawed hand into the pocket and pulled out the two items before reading the letter, slipping the items into a hidden pocket of his armour. He then looked through the wallet once again, hoping to find a photograph of the Major's daughter. He was successful. There was a photograph of her, the young girl seemed so happy there next to her father... He pulled the photograph out of the wallet and turned to face the twin wolf Anthro guards standing behind him, and they immediately stood at attention. He handed the photograph to them before allowing his red gaze to drift over to the human. Find the girl, and bring her to me.... I'll do as he requests and give her the items myself, but I am sure she'll wish to see her father again.... Before I kill him he said before laughing darkly, the sound echoing through all the cells and was soon followed by frightened whimpers of other prisoners. The twin wolves bowed quickly, their feminine voices soft and almost inaudible as they agreed to take on the mission before racing through the halls, quickly going to find the girl. Jinx stepped towards the Major once again. Looks like I'll be kind enough to let you see your little girl one last time.... Maybe I'll be kind enough to not kill you in front of her he murmured, swishing his tail. He muttered in annoyance, moving forward and pulling the male to his feet, snickering when he saw the pain in his eyes. She is very adorable and Jinx is being evil
Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

It was amusing for Jinx to watch as the broken body of the human Major tried to attack him and the barss, dark chuckles escaping his lips. Such a cute thing... Trying to do all this for you poor daughter... Don't worry I don't intend to turn her into a sex slave, like you humans enjoy doing to our young.... It's disgusting really, the fact that you hate us so much, but you are willing to mate with our young as a form of your own entertainment. If anything, you humans are more animalistic than us Anthros he said with a smirk, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a needle. He suspected the poison the second he saw the vile on his tongue, and knew that bringing the antidote to the cell had been a good idea. He towered over the human, his wings folded over his back and he crouched down. You have some nerves, human.... But I do not intend to let you dies just yet.... No, I think I'm going to keep you for a while. I like it when the prisoners have some fight in them despite being broken, much like you are now he purred, stabbing the needle into his arm and injecting the antidote into the soft flesh. His icy eyes watched as the cold liquid raved through his body, counter acting the poison and healing him, but not his body. A smirked passed over his lips and he picked up the male, carrying him out of the cell and towards his quarters. He had chains in his hands, and it was clear that he was going to be kept as a 'pet' meaning his life would be longer than most prisoners lives....