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Thread: Cue Thunder

Hvat agreement? Igor asked, somewhat amused by the kid infront of him. You knoth, insulting me will get you nowherthe but off a cliff. He took him to an ever more isolated place, trees all about, stars shining only somewhat dimly as he whacked the boy's leg with a shovel. Maybe I should just take your pretti fathe and keep it for myself? He asked, deciding to play along with the maniacal declarations. Why noth tell a bit abouth yourself? Igor said amiablly as he kept the pistol aimed. How about why your mastha gave himself for you? He had gotten their power relationship a bit mixed up, though it may have been because he saw a certain degree of dignity in the other man. While he didn't keep the upper classes on a pedestal, he did believe that they shouldn't be whimpering crybabies. Maybe this was a new servant or the lover of the other. You can always safe him. He mocked him with an overly supportive tone, before tossing the shovel to the boy. Dig. Expose your arm. Victor demanded as he checked the pulse of the uncle in the casket. He definetly should have just had the other boy killed so he could have kept his assistant about, but then how would he have managed to get the cooperation from this boy? Come now, you're a smart boy. You wouldn't have realized to stay here instead of going out there if you weren't. Though he might have just gotten the wrong impression and thought that he himself would escort him rather than Igor. And remove your shoes. You aren't leaving anywhere until this is done, at which time we can find you a nice alibi so you can leave unmolested with twice as many clothes as before. Victor didn't know the relationship of the two. He was pretty sure that this was the nephew, even if the screaming didn't match, but he couldn't be sure if the other was a servant or friend. I just realized... You never said goodbye. He chuckled coldly, having experienced losing people overnight unexpectedly on a multitude of occasions. Now, what medical knowledge do you have?
Thread: Cue Thunder

What was that you oaf? I can't understand your strange way of speaking, Mr. Hale sniffed snobbishly, rounding a bend of trees as the gun nudged him along. AHG! He shouted in pain, hands going to his stinging leg. He huffed, drawing in angry breaths and trying not to tear up. Javier was to be eaten, he was stuck with some crazed man in a graveyard, and now walking would be even harder with this bruise... It was almost too much for the pampered man. Maybe you should take your ugly face and go kiss your Mastha's arse, Everhett mumbled, rubbing out the bruise from the hard metal. Why noth tell a bit abouth yourself? Why not give me that gun and set me free? Everhett spat back stubbornly. He hated these men with their blatant disrespect for his position, especially this one with his penchant for swinging around that shovel. How about why your mastha gave himself for you? Mr. Hale scoffed, then caught the shovel awkwardly as it was thrown to him. The insult to his pride did not allow him to stay silent. He's not my master ! How dare you, you impudent idiot. He is my servant, Javier Bourg. I am Everhett Hale, and I will not be humiliated into doing the work of those less than common. He dropped the shovel with distain, wiping his hands of it, Now take me to the town. My valet is already in your possession, I demand to be set free! Javier complied, shrugging off his coat and rolling up his shirt sleeve slowly, extending his naked wrist to the man with curious yet somber eyes. Was this enough skin shown? What was he doing? Mr. Bourg's brows furrowed as he listened to the man chide him. I would have stayed. He said softly, firmly. As my duty to him. I would not have run. He did not care what the pretentious stranger said, it did not matter. As far as he knew he was already dead. The valet bent to untie his boots as requested, stepping out of them and into the dirt. The man's next words surprised him, but he wasn't sure if it was some sort of perverse joke. Leave? Unmolested? Wasn't he to be used for this man's experiment? Hadn't the ghoul in the coffin asked for blood? Mr. Bourg kept his mouth closed and his eyes on the ground as he stood. I just realized... You never said goodbye. At those words, Javier's eyes shot up to bore into the man's. For a second real anger flashed behind the orbs, before it subsided. He knows I wish him well. He searched the stranger's cold gaze, I'll do what you want. Don't let harm come to him. Mr. Bourg's face softened in slight embarrassment at the next question. Not much, sir. He coughed, catching himself using the title. Surely this man did not deserve it, I have only attended the the master's language and writing lessons. The rest was deemed unnecessary knowledge for a valet. At most... a few herbal remedies for colds and coughs.
Thread: Cue Thunder

You wanth me to leth you half it? He tapped the the bindle he carried on his shoulders briefly before lightily twirling the gun around in his hand. You wanth me to shut? Such a prideful person, never working a day in his life, and apparently having trouble with some unreasonably tall shoes. Welth, if you're noth a commoner than you are leth than common. He reasoned, knowing about the boy's family but not seeing it as being too major, experiment aside. They should have gotten it all finished a week before, but the attacks had made it dangerous to go outside without backup. Maybe he shouldn't have left the others and came out here. Though he did have a limbing boy who never worked, never had been in the area before, and had bad shoes. He would only need to outrun one being, and it wouldn't be the wolves. Dig. Somoen is going intho the hole and unless you want to be in ith... He wasn't really lieing. They might need to dump the uncle in there or one of the boys. He saw no need in hiding it any longer as the boy wouldn't work without being frightened enough. He would have threatened having the boy's servant killed, but he could see where Hale's priorities were. Victor's eyes furrowed as he considered how he might have the wrong person. He should have known that this wouldn't have been the one shouting around graves in the dead of nightThen he was the one who brought the molestation upon me? Victor didn't see anything dirty about the term molestation. It had been in enough philosophical tracts and government docuemnts for him to see it as butting in on other people's business. He also liked the sound of the word. It might have been best if you had paid more attention to whatever wise woman taught you those. They have such informative stories about why one is to avoid graves at night. He took out a scalpel from a leathing casing in his coat, then slashed the boy's exposed arm. Attach this hose above the bleeding. He ordered as he broke open the uncle's arm, blood not yet completely dried. He tossed some long tubes with straps to the boy while thinking about his experiment.'Seriously, how had it lasted all this long? By the looks of it he would have been fine if they had gotten there just a little sooner. He needed this experiment. He needed the right blood and organs..
Thread: Cue Thunder

Everhett gave the man one last look of despise, before bending to pick up the shovel. He muttered to himself as he began to dig with the threat on his life hanging over his head. He grimaced. By now Javier was probably already be dead. If he stayed any longer he would be too. There wasn't any way he could run for help... Not against a bullet. Or could he? The loam was soft here, easily upturned and shoveled out but Mr. Hale had the excuse of shaking spindly limbs which made the work harder. Perhaps the hunchback would grow tired... lazy. Mr. Hale kept him in his sight as he shoveled, his breathing pitifully labored and the heavy shovel cramping his hands. Mr. Bourg didn't question the man's strange way of speaking, instead he simply nodded, Yes. We came to pay our respects to his uncle. He gestured at the ghoul in the coffin without letting his eyes rest too long on its hideous form. The the man caught his attention by pulling out a thin knife. He'd seen those before... Used by medical men. Javier's eyes widened with fear as the blade glinted in the firelight, before it came down upon his outstretched flesh. The man bit his tongue, but a small sound of pain escaped, his eyes trying not to look down at the warm red liquid flowing from the wound. Unfortunately, the stranger required this of him when he passed him a hose attached to some straps. With one hand, Javier clumsily attempted to tie the straps down to his forearm, sticking the tube as best he could into the wound with a hiss of pain. What am I doing? As his bloodied fingers held the hose in place as best he could, his eyes followed what this strange doctor did. He assumed the man was a doctor questioning him about medicine and carrying strange implements... His arm throbbed with pain as the hose moved, Javier bit his tongue.
Thread: Cue Thunder

Igor didn't have much to do now. Wait for the Englishman to dig up the rocky soil, look out for any creatures that might try to sneak up on him, find some fresh body parts... Hale's liver was probably shot from alchohol, but he could probably serve the fatty organ to some connosuier... He was not paying as much attention as he could have to the digger as his mind went over things like how to rescue the experiment from failure, to get access to the room of mirrors of the examiner so as to test his sewing by using inconvenient reflective surfaces. He daydreamed, Not dreamed. He wasn't too tired at this point, being a night owl. People might have issues with meeting him in the dark, but it was the same with seeing him in the light. Just depended on the level of lighting and what their standard of beauty was. Hale seemed to have noticed his scars in very little light, so he needed to consider smaller stiching. Victor prodded at the body with a stick. Not a pole. Not some doctor's reflex hammer. Just some stick that had fallen from a tree. Reflexes seem to be in order... He muttered as he tapped a knee and got a response. Not a strong enough one though. Hmmm. Getting up and heading out, he put the pistol's hammer safely done so it wouldn't go off during what he was to do next, and hopefully not be seen until after. Returning, he bend down, bringing the but of the gun to the servant's knee. Taking note of this he began writing, having found the papers picked up by the whining boy and left behind. He needed to get a secretary or something. Igor's penmanship was atrocious and he sometimes doubted he could read. Because of his upbringing, because of his eyesight, he didn't know. He still wasn't entirely sure how hunched the Igor was, recalling how he usually hunched when entering loe doors or carrying something odd on his back. And then he put on some squishy gloves. This may hurt a bit. Victor warned as he attached some wires attached to battery jars hidden in the building's design, originally meant to power airpumps. He strapped the end of the wires to a chain he wrapped around the end of the metal prybar. This is going to hurt Schmee more than it will hurt Yu. And he prodded the one in the coffin, somehow sending some of the electricity over the metal lined tubes leeching at the arms.
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The edges of the grave he was digging were up to his hips now, Everhett covered in sweat and dirt caking his shoes and arms. It gave him a sort of chilling feeling knowing that the grave would be filled with one of their bodies... It was a sort of torture, to have to dig and know that. He snuck a quick glance at the humped man, then back to the tempo of his work. The man didn't look to be paying much close attention, a sort of glazed look filming over his deep-set eyes. Mr. Hale felt the adrenaline shoot through his system, despite his aching body. He'd have to do it now, while the hole was still shallow... With one last shovel, Everhett whipped dirt towards his captor, hoping to blind him as he scrambled from the pit awkwardly. Then he ran. He ran like a bat out of hell- or... more like stumbled blindly through the trees in the opposite direction of the man holding the gun. He gave it his best effort, praying vainly that he'd see the guiding lights of the town before he sprained an ankle, fell off the jutting part of the cliff, or got completely lost. Then there was always the problem of that very angry hunchback overtaking him. Javier held the tube to his arm, feeling sick. He could feel the blood seeping out of him and into the wraith that sat still and listless within the coffin. He felt the butt of the doctor's gun hit his knee. He staggered a bit, the impact sending a jolt of reflex up his leg. The doctor left him bleeding to rummage for some more implements. Mr. Bourg watched in disturbed fascination as some sort of metal device was revealed, thin wires connected it to a metal chain which then was wrapped around the prybar the man had threatened them earlier with. The doctor had on some strange-looking gloves as well... Not cloth, nor leather... This may hurt a bit. His eyes followed the metal bar with the wiring attached to it as the doctor inched it closer to the half-dead man. All at once, pain laced up Javier's spine. It felt like hot fire seared at his arm. He let out a cry which was cut off in his throat, his mouth gaping soundlessly as the pain continued. He wasn't aware of his convulsions, but when it ended the man sunk to his knees, his head bowed and breathing heavy, Please... No more.
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Such a peaceful night. The hooting of owls, the rustling of the wind through the branches... It was a shame they didn't have casinos or any sort of nigh-life around here. Well, besides the guards. They seemed the sort to shoot first and ask questions over beer, though. Still, it would be nice to head out and flirt with some ladies and- Huh, he ran. In the way opposite of the town, as he himself had kept in the way of that. He would have to get Hale before he ran off some ledge. With that, Igor gave chase. Shovel in hand, he went after him with long, practiced strides, ready to bash out his knees. If you run we kill the other. Stop. It wasn't working. For all Victor knew, he might as well be contaminating the specimen. He would need something else. Sure, the electric prod had caused some movement, but it could have very well just have been seom the nerves or the boy's movments. The boy seemed a bit paler, though it was difficult to tell in the flickering ligh- Oh, right. No one had put out the fire in the grass. Maybe he had just thought that they needed the light or that the wetness would keep it liited. It may have not been the best idea, as it had spread to the entranceway. Looks like it wouldn't do to simply leave one of the boys to go off to freedom at the risk of being committed if they blabbed. Come on. Help pull this body out of here and I might let you go. He removed the straps from the arms, allowing blood to start pouring out, which he then bandages up after sucking the top layer of the blood. Wrong blood type.
Thread: The Lucky Futa  --Alakazam and I--

Well now isn't she a beauty? Miss Kelia stated more than asked. You told me she was a rare find, and you didn't disappoint me. Kelia was a tall, refined Succubus breed of demon. Her skin was deep purple and absolutely flawless. She had a figure to die for, broad hips and a firm ass, big luscious breasts, and a narrow waist. She was renowned for being as gorgeous as her prettiest whores. I told you didn't I? Now can I get my payment? Organna, one of her most trustworthy hunters looked rather anxious to go upstairs and start spending her reward. However, Kelia wasn't in the habit of giving away money before she knew it was a certain find. Organna was a large female of the Oni species. Standing almost eight feet tall and exceptionally well muscled. She wore only a leather cod-piece and a fur chest band. The bulging cod piece in all was almost the size of a watermelon, giving some idea the sheer size of her enormous package. Soon love. You know the drill. I have to give her an inspection first. Organna groaned and adjusted herself, it was obvious she needed some release. Kelia smiled and held out a hand with a small red disc in it. Don't worry hon. I know you have needs. Go pick a girl and enjoy yourself while I inspect your find. I promise not to take to long. Organna grinned broadly, showing her tusks and sharp teeth. Thanks Miss Kelia! I ain't had a good fuck in almost a week...hope you don't mind if I make a mess of things! Kelia just smiled and waved her off, eager to get started. Her newest addition was a gorgeous little human girl. She had shoulder length brown hair, not particularly exotic but very pretty. Her body was absolutely perfect, nice wide hips, thin waist, large natural breasts, and luscious lips perfect for servicing big meaty cocks. The girl was blindfolded and stripped naked, and had been sitting there through the whole conversation, her hands tied to a chain that could be raised and lowered upon command. Right now the chain was loose, letting her sit on the bare wooden floor. They were in one of her basement rooms, an unfurnished room she used for breaking in new girls. Kelia walked over to her with a smile on her lips and crouched down in front of her, with her knees out to either side. With a casual flick she pulled the blindfold away, freeing her sight. Hello there little girl. Welcome to your new home. Would you tell me your name? Kelia was wearing only a white one-piece dress that ended mid-thigh. In her current position though, it would give the girl a first hand look at her heavy phallus, hanging from between her legs, waiting to be enticed into action. If the demon's appearance didn't startle the youth enough already, then the fact that her cock looked very much like that of a horse would surely do the trick just fine.
Thread: The Lucky Futa  --Alakazam and I--

As the two women discussed her, the girl sat there in complete confusion and fear. She couldn't even bring herself to tremble she was so paralyzed with dread. Whatever inspection was going to be the girl was sure it was something she didn't want. Her brain tried to piece the events together that had lead to her capture, but from all the shock she could only remember bits and pieces. At some point she must have been knocked out though, seeing as she had no idea how she ended up tied to a chain. One of the women left, presumably her captor, and then the blindfold was flicked away. While she tried to hide her fear her eyes betrayed her. Utter despair and fright filled them when her sight revealed the woman to be some sort of demon. She gasped and her eyes darted everywhere else, searching for escape or a clue to where she was. They ended up on the woman's cock where her gaze lingered. Good lord that wasn't possible, was it? But how could any of this be possible? As her mind grasped at the events that brought her there she did remember brief glimpses of the Oni woman, something she had never thought to exist. Oh god where was she? Finally she recognized the woman had asked her a question. Aria, she said quietly, almost automatically. From all her fear she was surprised any sound could escape her lips. Her eyes moved back down to the cock. It wasn't even erect and it was that big? She was young, and while not entirely virginal she had only been with on boy and he wasn't anything like this. No not at all. Why had the woman said home anyhow? Aria was staying here? She couldn't understand and didn't want to? Looking up to the woman again her face contorted into some despairingly sad look and she backed away on her knees from the woman as far as the chain would allow as her eyes darted about, looking for escape.
Thread: The Lucky Futa  --Alakazam and I--

As the woman made her stand Aria was now shaking. There wasn't escape. Not that she could see anyways, and definitely not at this moment. She whimpered as the woman began to run her hands over her body and she yanked gently at the chain but it was clear it was not gonna give. As the woman spoke of her sealed fate as a whore Aria shook her head. No, she didn't want this. Aria was so young, her whole life had been ahead of her. Perhaps that is why they wanted her, she though bitterly, adjusting herself slightly as the woman continued her inspection. Aria was shy of her touch, and terrified of what her future held. This woman was huge, and it sounded like that would be the majority of what she was going to get. How would she ever be able to handle that? And where was she anyways? This woman was clearly not human, but then what was she? And what else came and existed within the brothel? Aria couldn't imagine, but she was terrified of it. As the woman finished and began telling her about the house Aria looked confused. The queen? What queen? And what do you mean main attraction? the girl asked despairingly. She felt her hands on her hips and Aria looked away. The erect penis that began to brush against her thigh made her blush, but her fear masked any amount of arousal she felt. As the woman pressed her bust against her it felt so strange to have both female and male parts against her. A futa is what she called herself...how strange. She had never thought that was something she would encounter and now one was here and forcing her into something she didn't want. The woman asked where she wanted her. Aria looked at her as if she was insane. Where? That isn't going to fit anywhere! I-I mean maybe my pussy but even then...please no. Please don't, she pleaded, attempting to move back away from the woman once again, but the chains wouldn't budge and Aria once again remembered how stuck she was.
Thread: The Lucky Futa  --Alakazam and I--

Why the Queen of course! Queen Likura, the highest class of succubus that has existed in ten thousand years. Kelia gently started sliding her cock in between Aria's thighs, loving the feel of her soft flesh around her shaft. She has a taste for young humans like yourself. And you my dear... She bit her lip and gripped the girls hair, lightly pulling her head back, exposing her soft neck. ..are just her type. With a sigh she leaned in and started sucking at her skin, running her long tongue over her flesh as she lifted on of her legs up into the air. She was quite strong, and could easily support the youths weight on her cock alone if she wanted to, but that would make fucking her difficult, so she reached around with her free hand, gripping the girls ass tightly, then cocking her hips back to line up her phallus with her cunt. Perfect. Pussy works just fine for me. She had to hold the girl steady, as she tried to squirm. Oh don't fret darling! This will be absolutely.... With a monumental thrust she rammed her cock inside the girl, to almost half her length. ...Magical! She had to stop and bask in the tight warmth around her dick, throbbing and massaging her as the girls insides strained to adjust to her girth. She grinned. The Breakers were just as big, hell, most of the demons that frequented here were this big, or bigger. The ones that weren't had tricks up their sleeve to even the playing field. Now just relax while I get a feel for you love. With that she pulled out until only her flared tip remained inside, then she slammed it back in until she hit Aria's cervix. Starting slowly, she pumped up into the girl, licking her lips at the sight of the bulge her cock caused on her abdomen. Look at that! Tight as an angel! The girl felt absolutely wonderful, like her insides were sucking her in, trying to milk the cum from her balls.