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Thread: Falling to Submission (Black Hand x Darkling_Thrush)

DarklingThrush said Ezme sent another cruiser through her customs stop, trying not to bang her head against the wall in frustration. She was envious they were on vacation and could go wherever they pleased. She was stuck here. A lowly customs' officer, making enough to live comfortably, but there was always something missing. She was never quite happy. It was always right there, just out of reach, and she simply couldn't grasp it. It might be easier if she knew just what 'it' was. She typed up the report on the last vehicle. Four passengers. Nothing illegal, unless they were able to sneak it through the scanner, in which case, good on them. She really didn't care... She tucked a strand of dark auburn hair behind her ear. Even her hair colour these days was mundane. All the other girls had gone teal or fuchsia. But no, she didn't want to go to the effort just to fake a natural colour. There was one girl she remembered that had quit with natural emerald-coloured hair. That lucky, lucky woman. Ezme buzzed to let the next vehicle through, smoothing down her customs vest. Maybe this one would actually occupy her. A drug bust? Illegal smuggling of a wild animal? The interplanetary exotic pet trade was getting more and more extreme these days. She would love to crack down on one of those bastards. Click to expand... Le'Shalot Waited by the the cargo bay door. His boss, the illustrious owner of this shipment was sending him out to greet the customs officer who would be inspecting the ship. Shipping people was such a messy affair sometimes. Even one incorrectly filed slave could be enough grounds for the company to get fined. And they were a high class organization. Any woman who would get brought along as cargo on the Servile would be going straight to the upper rooms of the meat market, where the rich and the kinky would by them as personal possessions. And Le'Shalot was facilitator of that. Le'Shalot was a Xoren. The Xoren race was humanoid, but tended to be taller and stronger then their human compatriots. their most defining feature was their ocean blue skin and moon white hair. As per most of his species, his face was covered by the purple tribal tattoos that Xoren males got when they came off age. Xoren were also ideal slavers. Their bodies released pheromones that made human women's bodies more likely to react erotically to seen images. The fact that women in their culture were kept as pets made them experts early in life on how to make a slave want to behave. most were rather brash and unsophisticated, but a few of them could get quite good at smooth talking. The door opened, revealing the waiting customs agent. She was a pretty thing despite a bizare lack of modifications. Messy brunette hair, large framed glasses and a look that said in so little space, I hate my job. Le'Shalot smiled and took a step forward, planting a kiss on the girls hand. 'You must be the agent in charge of reviewing our entrance. I am Le'Shalot. Allow me to accompany you. He said with a charming ease in his deep but smooth voice.
Thread: Falling to Submission (Black Hand x Darkling_Thrush)

Ezme, she replied automatically. She checked the name of the ship. It was familiar, she'd seen it in the logs. What was it they shipped? Was it lumber? Fabrics? She couldn't quite recall. Let's see your registration and check your cargo, she said, hitting the scan to check for anything on the list of illegal materials. They had come such a long way the workers rarely had to check themselves. She grabbed up her board, flicking the screen to the left to bring up a new list. They were all names. Transport? She kept looking back at the Xoren. She didn't get to see many. They always looked so beautiful, though, and this one was no exception. What she would give just to sit and stare at him... But, no. She could find pictures of Xoren anywhere. There were special publications for women that focused on them, even. Of course, she would never purchase one of those, oh no... She pushed the thought and her shame aside and opened the cargo bay door. The sight made Ezme's jaw nearly drop. There were fifteen or twenty women here, bound. She really should have expected this. A Xoren. A transport vehicle. Of course the rumors would be true. She tried looking down to get the job over ad done with, but the way the women looked back at her made her burn with curiosity. There was a sense of pride in these women. They were the creme of the crop. The best slaves, and even Ezme could tell that. They were also incredibly horny. The way they rubbed their nearly naked selves against the bench, and in some cases, each other... her mouth went dry. She tried to swallow, but it seemed all the moisture in her mouth was taking a Southwards vacation. She looked back at the Xoren. Le'Shalot, he had said? What do I have to do? she managed. Her voice was husky, and she found it difficult to force the words out.
Thread: Falling to Submission (Black Hand x Darkling_Thrush)

Le'Shalot turned and opened the door to the hanger bay, where the slaves were kept. During nights they were brought to the sleep holds, where they would have dildo's inserted into their pussies, and helmets lowered over their eyes that would flash constant images of women in states of degradation. Besides that they would spend the rest of the time in the cargo bay, getting their daily lessons. All of the slaves constantly wore very little. They had the slave collar around their neck that carried whatever name and number the slavers had given them to replace their old identity as people. They wore black rubber tops that left plenty of cleavage, and included vibrating plates over the nipples. Down bellow, they wore black rubber niker shorts that left a peakaboo slit open in front of the crotch. The back was stuffed with a large black rubber dildo, that left the slave girl's constantly feeling stuffed. Their ankles and wrists had black metal cuffs that at a single command could bind any of them. Around their clit was a piercing. It was one of the most powerful tools in the slaver's arsenal. It constantly vibrated at a low speed, leaving the girls horny and wet, but they also had a function that sent a numbing function if any got to close too cumming without permission. It meant that masters could continuously control the level of arousal that their property felt. The moment Le'Shalot walked in, all of the girls stopped what they were doing and dropped to their hands and knees. This batch had gone through a full session of the training, making them docile and easy molded by their masters. Li 817 Le'Shalot bellowed to the obedient women, Stand up and greet ms. Ezme. Help her ceck the consensual status of each of the toys. Instantly a black haired girl with asian features jumped to her feet. Li obeys, master She moaned, kneeling at the feet of the flustered inspector. This slave is Li 817, She said beamingly, spreading her legs to reveal her sodden pussy. She offered herself to master on Vega 8. Would Ms. Ezme like help inspecting the meat? she asked. Meanwhile, the watching Xoren couldn't help but notice the way Ezme's breath had quickened and the way her glasses had fogged up.
Thread: Falling to Submission (Black Hand x Darkling_Thrush)

Ezme stared. Apparently he hadn't heard her, but that was probably for the better. She cleared her throat and looked around, glancing back quickly to her board. She tried not to stare at the obvious display Li had given her. Erm... Yes. Let's check the... um... cargo. She tucked her hair out of her face and went to each of the slaves, checking their collars and matching it up to what she had on her list. She checked off each name as she came to it, trying to remain silent. If she didn't talk, nobody would hear her voice tremble. Then she could pretend that she was doing a good job and could go back to her everyday mundane work and watch the ship depart. Then she'd be safe again... from herself. The woman could tell by the looks on the faces of the slaves that they definitely were happy here. These were no cases on nonconsent. They were all more than willing... There was something about the unbridled joy in their eyes that tugged at Ezme's heart even more. What was it about all tis that made them so free to smile like that? So free in their bonds... She shook her head. That was silly. She was silly. She needed to get out of here. All is accounted for, she sid, clearing her throat and turning back to the Xoren, trying to hold a stance of dominance. After all, it was all up to her if this ship passed or failed. She ruled them right now. She had the power. And she hated it.
Thread: Oh Brother!/Good Boy!

If you're willing to play the more dom rolecan include switches I'd be interested in either Human x Furry or Brother x Sister.
Thread: Oh Brother!/Good Boy!

I am very interested in your brothersister pairing.
Thread: Oh Brother!/Good Boy!

I'd like the brothersister pairing as well. PM me?
Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

Background info During the last few weeks when night would come Krystyn prayed but not to a force of light. In fact it was the exact opposite. She supposes its because shes always felt more secure in the darkness and took comfort in it, unlike the light. Every time shed pray shed ask for one thing, her brothers health. He became deathly ill in the last month, and hes the only one she has left in her family. Her parents had left them when they were younger and told them to fend for themselves, so they had. Her prayer was always simple but full of emotion. Please take care of my brothers health. Hes all I have left, and Ill do anything to see him well, Present time Krystyns blue eyes hold the same depressing glint theyve had for a while. Her head is still raised with pride, and her soft smile shows hope. Her fingers pry open the door that leads to her balcony outside. Her feet guide her to stairs that lead her downward and to the pond that looks as if its directly under the moons beams of light. She walks swiftly over to the pond and sinks to her knees once she reaches the edges of it, letting the water lap up at her skin. Tonight she feels the powerful vibe surrounding the water, as if somethings changed. Honestly, it makes her feel a little taken aback and frightened. The breeze is strong, forcing her hair to move wildly behind her while her brothers long, baggy shirt turns wrinkled , and her skin underneath it turns cold. Her mind believes shes just imagining the dark aura around her seeing as the moon is full, unlike any other night. She takes a few breathes before letting the words out of her mouth. Please take care of my brothers health. Hes all I have left, and Ill do anything to see him well, her eyes are staring upward at the moon, making her feel as if some strength is given to her. Dark vibe that I can feel all around my being, please help me. Oh come forth, someone and help me! I will do anything! Her voice cries out toward the starry night sky while her eyes turn slightly wide, wondering what she just said.
Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

for a moment, nothing happened. there was no reaction at all from the world around her, and then the pond ripples, as if something had landed on the surface, but when she looked down, there was an image on the surface of the water. it looked like a man with glowing white eyes, long horns came from the top of his head, and his skin was a BlueGray color that was marked with Black Tattoos. he grinned at her, revealing sharp fangs as large black wings spread from his back, the feathered wings looking more like something that should have been on an Angel instead of a Demon. he reached up, setting his hand on the surface of the water, making it ripple as he slowly pushed his hand through, as if testing the air on the other side of the realms before he pulled it back. Greetings, Human. he purred, his voice deep, but sweet. a good bedroom voice, the very sound of his purring voice would tighten things deep inside of her as he blinked at her. i am Mastema . he stated simply. for the past weeks i have heard your calls, your pleads for mercy. he admitted simply. your sorrow has reached deep into me, and i have decided to help you. he studied her. but there are consequences to asking me for help, young mortal. he admitted, a puff of fire erupting next to her hand, revealing a contract written on something that looked like... skin. human, or animal? it was impossible to tell, but it was soft and smooth, and the words where written in clear black ink. it said that in order for her to save her brother, she would become Mastema's slave in all ways... for eternity. she would then always belong to Mastema, to do as he ordered under pain of punishment... but, he would forever then protect her, and her brother, keeping both strong and healthy to lead good lives. their luck in the world would be good, and Mastema could grant wishes if he was in a good enough mood. it was a well written contract, making it seam as if giving her soul to Mastema wouldn't be as bad as it could be, and at least she would have her brother, whole and strong, free of all diseases, all genetic problems and disorders, and she too would be strong and healthy for the rest of her days. sign the contract Krystyn, and your brother will be healed. Mastema promised, another flair of fire and a needle suddenly appeared. a single drop of blood, it's all that's needed. he assured her, his voice still calm and smooth, as if he wasn't about to take her soul... and her body, for his own pleasure until the end of all times.
Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

The four fingers on her left hand, and thumb, are curled around the cold and smoothed metal of her balcony stairs. One foot is about to hit the first step, but his voice makes her freeze. The tone hes using sounds sort of hypnotic and it sends chills to run along her spine. She suddenly feels even colder than she was a few moments before the voice appeared. Her head shakes sideways as if trying to regain herself. She turns around and gradually walks back toward the pond, which is now rippling with movement. Her icy blue eyes look softer now, leaving only a small glint of sadness within their orbs. They observe him while a part of her mind tells her she made a mistake by bringing such a creature to her home. Once she takes in all of him she smiles. He might be frightening her but she did call him to her. She watches fire appear in midair, astonishing her. Her right hand grasps the solid and smooth object as it appears after the fire vanishes. Her eyes scan over the object, reading it carefully. Mastema will fulfill your wish to heal your brother and keep him healthy. Except, afterwards he will protect each of you but for a price. Her eyes widen as she takes a breath, knowing she doesnt have any money to give to him. She rubs her tired eyes with her free hand then continues to read. In return for Mastemas good doing, you will belong to him for all eternity. Her left eyebrow is twitching and her hands are slightly shaking. I don't want to do this. I cannot give myself to a man, I'd feel too dirty! Thoughts like those are the only ones moving through her brain at this very moment. Her breathing is coming out very harshly. Who can blame her though? Shes deciding if she should sign her life away, literally. If she does then hed have complete and utter control not only over her body, but her mind, and soul. His voice intrudes her thoughts, making her zone back in on reality. Sign the contract Krystyn, and your brother will be healed. Mastema promised, another flair of fire and a needle suddenly appeared. A single drop of blood, it's all that's needed. he assured her, his voice still calm and smooth, as if he wasn't about to take her soul... and her body, for his own pleasure until the end of all times. With her fingers still shaking she takes the needle in her free hand and vastly pricks the head into her skin, automatically making her bleed. Once theres a few drops of her red liquid on its point she quickly signs her name on the object, wanting her brother to be healed. What do you mean by all eternity? Im only going to live to be like eighty years old, she asks seriously, feeling confused. Humans usually die once they pass the eighty years mark.
Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

Krystyn follows after the demon, bathing in his powerful vibe. She turns her head once he straddles her brother, not wanting to see that. He tells her to take care of him so thats what she does, while he heals him. She heads out of her brothers room and down the flight of stairs that leads to the first floor of their house. She then walks to the kitchen which is across from the steps she just went down. Shes trying her best not to freak out from being touched by the demon. Even though she agreed to serve him for the rest of her life, that doesnt mean she wont be rebellious once in a while. Her fingers open the cabinets around the room, searching for something editable to cook him. She grabs a few cans of veggies and a box of noodles before closing each of the cabinets she had opened. She bends down and opens another cabinet to grab a pan out of it, once again closing it afterward. Its one of her pet peeves to open something and not close it when youre done with the item. She turns the stove on, letting the surface turn a bright red before filling the pan with a little water. While the stove works on boiling the water she opens the box of noodles and pours them into the pan, being careful not to splash herself with hot water. She quickly opens the silverware drawer thats below the stove and grabs a can opener, a spatula, and three forks. She then closes the drawer and gradually opens both cans. One of them consists of carrots while the other follows with green beans. She pours the veggies into the pan and then begins to stir everything together with the spatula for a few minutes before setting the utensil next to the pan and sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the food to cook for a few more minutes. Krystyn hums to herself, already turning into her old self again. Both of her eyebrows scrunch together in confusion once she remembers what he said. An angel caused her brothers illness. Why? Her teeth nibble against her bottom lip, trying to figure out the answers. Her nose takes in the delicious smell and snaps her back into reality. Oh.. I have to stir it! She squeals before jumping out of her seat and rushing to the stove. She picks up the spatula and stirs the food a little more before letting it cook for four more minutes. Her fingers turn the stove off once the food is done. She reaches upward and opens another cabinet to grab three plates. She sets the plates next to the stove and spills the food into each plate before taking two of them and placing them delicately on the kitchen table. She then heads back to the stove to repeat the process with the third plate. Mastema, Drake, foods ready! she shouts up the stairs and waits for the guys to join her.
Thread: Don't Sell Your Soul IC (Rose x Fox)

Mastema smiled as he watched Drake start to wake, his head tilted as the boy reacted to the information that there was food. a healing like that took a lot of energy, and Drake was going to be starving after something like that. he staggered down the stairs, not seeming to see Mastema at all. for that matter Krystyn wouldn't see him either as Drake staggered out into the kitchen, sitting down and shoveling down the food she gave him, Mastema smirking a little as he studied the man, his head tilted. a shame Drake wasn't a female... still, there where women Demons who could enjoy him once he died. he had been touched by a Demon, healed by one, and the contract that Krystyn had signed meant that Drakes soul would go to hell as well once he died. he would be safe until then, but once they where in hell, Drake might had wished he'd died from the magical illness that he had contracted. he smirked a little as he studied the two, his eyes narrowed a little as he moved over to Krystyn, running his hand up her belly, making it so that only she could see him, and hear him. Drake cannot see, or hear me... Mastema admitted, smirking darkly as he watched the boy eat as he ran his hands up the woman's belly, to her breasts, cupping the mounds with firm fingers, sighing in her ear. it has been so long since i've had human flesh. he purred happily, kissing the tip of her ear with a dark little smirk. once he goes to bed, you will join me in your room. he ordered simply as he groped her breasts, snickering a little before he vanished from her eyes again and moved upstairs. it didn't take long for the boy to go back to his room to sleep, exaughsted from overcoming his illness. Mastema smirking as he waited for her to finish cleaning up downstairs and join him in her room. he had pulled the blankets off of her bed, and was examining a pillow when she walked in, and he glanced at her, looking her over. strip. he ordered, setting the pillow back down, staring at her. completely, i want you naked, and you won't like what happens if i have to make you get undressed. he growled simply as he examined her. how old are you human? he demanded, licking his lips a little. and have you ever had sex before? he demanded, wondering if the young little thing was even legal to fuck. he enjoyed breaking virgins in, but if she wasn't he wouldn't have to be too gentle with her. whether she was a virgin or not he was happy, so long as she did what he demanded. he dropped his pants, the silk pooling at his feet as he gripped his large cock. he was still within human measurements, but he was on the larger end of the spectrum, if she'd ever seen another cock, they certainly didn't compare to Mastema's. he ran his hand along the shaft of his own cock, sighing happily in pleasure as he studied her. come here and get on your knees. he ordered, staring at her. i want you to lick my dick. he admitted licking his lips. get it all wet with your pretty human tongue.