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Thread: Corrupting the Priestess (MasterOfWhispers and Alleluia Green)

Night fell upon the the tavern Impaled Maiden as Edward sat there waiting for his slave to arrive. He was a tall dark haired man with brilliant blue eyes, and features as gentle and noble as an eagle flying the summer sky. Such Features did well to disguise Edward LongFire's True Nature. In truth, Edward was a man who took joy in seducing women, even breaking a lot of them down and turning them into his own willing unwilling if the girl is strong spirited enough slaves, and make full use of them in his steadily growing brothel the The Longest Sword. Oh it was no surprise that the man had a certain talent for seduction and even enslavement of a women's will. It came from one of his teen days when he used to wander the countryside as a bard He would sing songs of a heroes past and love affairs far off or boast of tales of legendary kings and gods coming into the the night stealing an innocent women's maiden hood. Many would be entranced or enthralled with the bards presence. Some of the daughters of the richest lords would even sneak out at night to watch the bards watch several performances of his at even the dingiest of taverns. As he entered his twenties though the young bard found he already felt like settling down. But what to do, and where to settle. All he had was his lute. A solution came to him in the form of a rather well known owner of the Longest Sword. Well former owner of the Longest Sword. She retired and moved away to lands unknown. Upon meeting this certain women. The young bard found himself not only turned on to the idea of owning a brothel but even felt that he himself would find fulfillment in running such an establishment. So after some talk an passionate night of love making. The man found himself the new owner of the Brothel. Of course, owning a brothel was not that easy. Upon the former owners departure, a majority of girls left with her leaving only one slave girl Pidgeon she was called. In order to get the brothel up and running Edward soon found himself employing his silver tongue in seducing the fine young women of the GreenWay Kingdom. A task which was momentous but he was making incredible headway into it. It was a good thing Pidgeon was around to help him out on some of his conquests. Speaking of Conquests. The latest one of Edwards was a certain priestess in a nearby temple. Oh the sight of he set the former bards blood ablaze with passion and desire. The girl was so innocent so gentle. He wanted to see all of that fall. He wanted to break her and take her back to his brothel to rebuild her in to something grand. Of course to do that he would need Pidge's help. As he looked upon the any adventurers filtering into the tavern. He though to see if Pidge was sleeping in her room. After all. Tommorrow was a big day. The first step to his Conquest would be at hand. Pidgeon you asleep? Edward called in quietly looking over a the bed...
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

Oh yes, God I can't wait! Windel had been spending weeks planning this. He knew when she'd leave in the morning to come here. He knew what she'd be wearing. He knew what booths she'd go to, likely in what order even. Hell, he was even dressed up himself to make the snatching that much better. It was an anime convention that was starting to bustle with people. Many wore costumes dedicated to their favorite characters, some doing a better job than others at fitting the role. Windel annoyingly noticed a rather bovine shaped Aeris from Final Fantasy 7 walk by and sighed. His childhood was being torn to shreds by such displays, but that's not what he was here for. He had taken off the mask he had been wearing, but now slipped it on over his head. Light blue and white streaks, shaped like a wolf. A werewolf to be more precise. On his hands he had large gloves for claws, but he purposely designed them to be stiffly braced against his lower arms. He also had a hole at the wrist of each one where his own hands could fit through easily. An important detail that he was pleased that he made sure to take care of. He quietly waited behind a curtain that was draped between two booths. It seemed like a perfect staging area for an act. It would be even more perfect given an exit was only a handful of steps away and his van parked outside. Now all he had to do was wait for her. Wait for his little succubus to pop out into sight and let the show begin!
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

She felt the warm summer air quickly replace that of the air conditioned hotel, the bright sun beating down. She had come to the con with a few of her friends, but she opted to sleep in this day, exiting the hotel alone. She was dressed in her Lilith costume, tight leotard hugging her small body, 4 inch knee-high boots bringing her height up to a mighty 52, bright pink tights and topped off with the wig and wings. She started walking to the convention center, her badge around her neck, noticing an ever growing amount of people as she approached. She had been here for a few years in the past, it drawing a very large crowd. The amount of costumes grew very quickly as she hit the block of the center, smiling as she made her way into the hall. Inside was air conditioned, fortunately. Her small size made crowds a problem many times people have not even seen her, although in such am eye catching costume, that would hopefully be reduced. She made her way up the main steps, having a general idea at where her friends where, or should be at least. She headed straight for the combined artist ally and dealers room, being stopped a few times for a picture. Seeing the faces of other nerds ecstatically wanting to take her picture, or be in one with her. Walking into the dealers room, it not totally packed but defiantly was busy as she walked around looking for her friends.
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

Boredom was setting in in Windel. He had come far too early and he was getting anxious, then annoyed, then anxious again. Finally the time that she should be there was coming close and he started to glance through the curtain more carefully. It wouldn't be hard to miss her with that outfit she was wearing. He had spotted it in her hands before, even saw a picture of her trying it on once. Just thinking about that outfit made his mind race, but he forced himself to stay focused. Now was not the time to start imagining any time, but the present! His heart was starting to race. She would be here. Right here. Any moment. Just a little longer and she'd be right before him, on the other side of the curtain, distracted. He was starting to think he had calculated something, worry setting into motion. What was he going to do if she didn't come? Was he just going to try to find another way this time or wait until the next convention? Or sooner? Would he really have to wait that long? He started to feel anger build in his chest. That bitch is ruining my plans! His eyes flew across the crowd and his eyes caught the flash of pink tights, black wings, and a purple wig. His eyes chased down the face and sure enough, there she was! He kept himself cool, under control. If he didn't fuck it up, things would go just perfectly! It would be real simple. All he had to do was go out there, put on an act, get her calm and take some pictures, then behave as if the act was continuing before he'd really start. He felt his heart leap into his throat as she came into where he wanted her. Between the two booths, right in front of the curtain. He choked back his fear, reminded himself he wasn't some fucking pussy, and quickly pulled away the curtains to allow him and his costume to rush through. She turned to face him, probably startled by the sharp sound the curtains made in the air before he was on her and grappling her. He pulled her to him in the massive fake claws he wore, making it look like he was trying to crush her, but was simply hugging her. He could see her expression of concern and fear at first. And as she shifted about in his hold, finding it to be lose, he could tell she was lightly relaxing. She was safe, after all. It wasn't like he was going to kidnap her. He finally let her go and laughed. These two characters, now together and starting to have others around laughing and wanting pictures. The stunt drew a crowd and had caught her attention in one swoop. He was tempted to think that the smiles she gave during the pictures was for him, because of him even. It made him want to abandon the plan and offer a date, perhaps. There would be no logical way she'd agree with that, though. He was older, larger, perhaps not even so far from the rest of these nerds that drooled over the sight of her. He'd have no chance that route. This was the only way he'd get to taste her, not just drool on her like the rest. He gave another few minutes for the pictures and poses, making sure she wasn't starting to head out yet. Her scene wasn't over.
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

She sighed as she continued to look around the busy floor. Crossing her arms as she stepped to the side of the busy aisle, her eyes attempting to look and see if she could spot her friends. Having to get up on her toes to even have a chance to spot anyone she knew, and even then it didnt help that much to see over the variety of swords and costumes. She let out a breath as she gave up. I've no idea where they are she thought to herself as she continued to walk aimlessly through the room. Her eyes looking briefly over the tables as she passes by them quickly, unable to stop of risk being trampled. Then, out of the blue she saw and felt a large hand quickly wrap around her, her eyes opening wide. He mouth opened to scream, her first nature response. But a few moments pass and she realizes who grasped her. She smiled. Oh, hi there she said bubbly. I didnt expect to see you here. She said as she relaxed, taking a small half step back. She then noticed being lining up, in the obvious picture taking pose and her natural reaction took over again. She pushed herself up against him, the first few with her hips up against her body, some of the pictures of her turned sideways, her hands, trying at least, to rest on his should, some of her looking cute, her hands crossed in front of her as she looks down slightly. After that was done she took a step back, with all the people dispersing. That was fun, thank you she said to him.
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

She was surprised to feel him grab her again, expecting another round of pictures to come. But she stood there for a few moments before realizing no one was gathering. She put her hands up against him to walk away, but at that moment she felt him easily whisking her away behind a curtain. She didn't know what was going on, opening her mouth to speak only to have something shoved into it. It all happened to quickly for her to react, looking up at him as the hood went over her head, followed by the ball gag, all within moments of each other. Muffled sounds coming from her, but as they didn't go anywhere to even come close to overpowering the roar of the merchants room, no one heard her. She could feel herself being moved, the sound of a door being swung open combined with the rush of warm summer air over her legs told her she was outside. He sound of the van door sliding open as she was tossed into it, her body hitting the metal floor with a thud. She continued to scream, or try to at least as she felt her arms and legs being tied tightly, the rope biting down on her skin. The vans engine turned over as she felt it starting to move, unable to tell what way, or where, she was going. She continued to struggle the entire way until the van stopped after what seemed to be hours of terrifying driving. The door opened as she felt herself being lifted off the floor, trying to still break free but her small body was unable to budge anything. She felt her arms being tied to the chair, followed by her legs. She tried to break free, but the chair provided to much resistance as she dug the rope into her skin. She sat there, her heart racing as she heard the footsteps of the man walking about. She didn't know what was to come of her, or why hed do this. She heard him approaching her, his voice sending an unsettling wave through her. How does he know my name she thought to herself.
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

The unsettling feelings didnt stop as the man continued to speak. She could tell where he was even without being able to see. She could feel his breath on her face, she continued to make sounds. She wasnt screaming, but more of a nervous whine. She didnt know what was going to happen to her, or even where she was. She jumped a bit as she felt her wig being pull off, her normal hair, short, falling out of it. She felt his hand running through her hair, sending waves of fear through her body. She had no idea who this was, but the way he was speaking to her gave off the feel that the feeling wasnt mutual. His strong hands running down her body, wrapping themselves around her neck. Who is this man? W..what does he want with me? she thought to herself, wanting to get up and just run, but she felt the binds of the rope keeping her in place.
Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

She heard him walking away from her, his footsteps echoing slightly as she heard the rustling of things, metal mostly. She took a deep breath as he came back, not knowing what to expect. She then felt the blade starting to cut her cloths, causing her to let out loud explanations. She tried not to move as she felt the cooler air starting to hit her naked skin, feeling the costume being pulled to the side. She cringed a bit as she felt his lips kiss her, his voice still unnerving. His hands grabbing her chest, somewhat softly, causing waves of fear to flow through her. Her mumbling picked up a bit as she felt the knife cutting down to her pussy, her body totally exposed to him now. She was surprised to feel his lips on her exposed chest, her small boobs almost able to fit into her mouth. Feeling him suck on them hard, causing more gasps from behind her gags. He felt him going back and forth on them, like he was trying to suck milk out of her, his voice filling her with dread. Her eyes follow his arm as is extending back, unsure of what was about to happen. She felt it come crashing down on her face, causing her head to whip to the side, a loud muffled scream coming from her. MMPHH. The second hit doing the same. She couldn't figure out why his demeanor switched suddenly, but this side of him was even more terrifying. She closed her eyes as a few tears ran down her face. She did try anything as she felt him uniting her she moved her legs a bit, still feeling the rope around her ankles making it impossible to run. She was breathing heavily as he went around to the front of her and picked her up, quite easily. Her world flipping as the floor was now in front of her, not knowing where she was being brought too. She felt the bed under her as she bounced a little, watching him push her down onto it and undo her wrists. She wanted to run but she could feel his strength from just his hands as the cuffs where placed onto her wrists. Her eyes followed the chain as it was hooked onto her wrists, letting out a wimped as she was stood up against her will, her eyes looking around. She swayed a bit as she got her balance already starting to feel a little pressure in her shoulders as she was raised from the ground slightly. She watched him as he took off what was left of her clothes, the cool air of wherever she was now running along her naked body. She could feel his eyes going up and down on her, hungrily eyeing up every bit of her skin. She felt his hand hit her ass, her cheeks bouncing as she let out a scream, her eyes half closed out of fear.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Waldok!

Old man. P Happy birthday.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Waldok!

Happy birthday. Hope it's a good one.
Thread: -The Docket-

Today is a sad day for the courthouse in my town, a sad day indeed! Surely, for me to claim that it is a sad day for the legal community of my town, this must be an important issue such as prison overcrowding, or some other horrible miscarriage of justice...alas, Im a scum sucking lawyer, not some wonderful philanthropist, with peoples well being as my motivational force. NO! the sad event has to do with the facade of the regal dome serving as the capstone to our fine county courthouse. For you see, the design of our courthouse looks strikingly similar to that of the United States Capital building. We have the same kind of dome. Of course, situated on top of that dome is sweet, blind, and perhaps vengeful lady justice. Then, ringing the lower part of the dome are elegant eagles with their wings stretched out towards the heavens. Well, 59 years ago, a terrible tornado struck our downtown, and the only damage the courthouse managed to sustain was the loss of one eagle. It was swept from its majestic podium, and shattered into a thousand pieces on the ground. Now, our county is anything but wealthy and time was of the essence, so they had to find a replacement for the noble bird which was once perched upon the stately dome. The problem was, no one in the area had an eagle statute large enough, or the proper color to fit the courthouse but having a gap in the eagle protection ring might leave lady justice open to the ravages of some unknown terror...so a solution was reached. That solution? Why, placing a statue of a duck, in the same regal pose as the majestic eagles. This flying waterfowl of justice proudly took his place among its usual predators. He lifted his wings to protect lady justice from all the quackery one might encounter in the courthouse. He stood his ground for 59 years...but, today, the dome was finished being renovated, and the heartless government officials removed the grand duck of justice...and replaced him with the now utterly common eagle. So, this is my heartfelt farewell to the majestic duck of justice, who defended lady justice so beautifully for well over half-a-century. While he has been relieved, his memory will not be forgotten, for surely no bird is better suited for the halls of justice, than a duck.
Thread: -The Docket-

Oh the joys of criminal defense work. If its not one thing, its another. The client is always right, unless theyre wrong which in my case seems to be nine out of every ten times. I get a call from the office today, they want me to review the police video for some guy who was pulled over for DWI and DWLI the first one of course most everyone knows is driving while intoxicated, the other is driving while license invalid. I pull up the video, and not only has the client admitted that he had 2 cases of beer, as well as a bottle of tequila, he inquires as to whether the officer wants to purchase some methamphetamine off of him. The best part is, why he was pulled over by the police in the first place...He was driving the wrong way on the freeway. Needless to say, I dont think well be able to get much of a plea offer for this guy. But, we may be able to get something, since the jail is overcrowded. Gotta love court appointed clients!
Thread: -The Docket-

I'm actually frightened. I found my old tort law professor's page...and he actually has a picture of a shark on it. Granted, I know we lawyer folk are despicable scum, to such a degree that even Shakespeare lacked king things to say of us. I mean, look at Robespierre in the great terror of the French Revolution...never before had an anti-capital punishment attorney, who was anti-war...used both war and execution to his ends more potently than Robespierre. ah, hypocrisy! However, my tort law professor could fit into neither of those categories, nor could he be classified as clever enough to truly have some innuendo behind the shark on his website. Perhaps the fact is to cover up for the reason he didn't teach at the school my second year...Apparently getting drunk, and sexually assaulting students doesn't get law professors brownie points...it did get him fired, or the fact that he took a prostitute to the barristers' ball...honestly, I should probably base an rp character off of him, to be the scum of the earth...it would fit. It's been four years since I went through the hell of his class...but it still haunts me. Well all of that first year still haunts me. In many ways the paper-chase was accurate...except for the fact that none of the professors had sexy young daughters for me to have a sordid love affair with. sigh, damn you Hollywood, you ruin my expectations again . All I can say is, I'm glad it's over with I don't think I could do it again if I had to...and if I did have to, I swear I'd sue someone for making me do it again.
Thread: -The Docket-

Well, as of this afternoon, I am happy to announce...I passed the bar exam this time around...I'm officially subhuman blood sucking scum now!
Thread: -The Docket-

The County Court has come up with a brilliant new scheme, involving court appointed defendants, who also happen to be vacationing in the County Jail! This new scheme involves a court appointed defense attorney, the District Attorney's office, a grumpy judge, and some extremely bored jail staff. So, what's the scheme? Why, it's called wasting the tax payer's dollar, the lawyers time, the judge's patience, and the jail guards..well hell, they do what they always do, sit there. Anyhow, in the past, when an attorney was appointed to a client, spending quality time at the slammer, a simple letter was sufficient enough to make contact. However, in its infinite wisdom, the County Court decided to change the rules of the game. The new rules state that the lawyer has to go physically down to the jail and have an initial consultation with the vacationing defendant, within 72 hours of receiving notification of appointment. Okay, normally that's all fine and well however, during this time, the prosecution hasn't filed anything. Thus, we don't know what they are offering, or even the extent of the crime that the client is charged with. That's wonderful, it means the attorney has to drive to the jail located in another city too, fantastic!, wait for the guards to check to see that the attorney shouldn't be a fellow guest at the resort and then meet with the client, only to say the following Hello there! I'm your new attorney, the court has appointed me. That being said, I don't know what they're charging you with, what plea offer is on the table, or even when you're scheduled for trial. Until I have those things, I can't get you out of here. Okay, pleasure meeting you, enjoy your stay! Of course, the clients don't usually like the accommodations of the resort known as County Jail and they don't like the fact that you have no information for them. But hey, they're not paying for our services, they've got court appointed attorneys! Thus, it is completely inefficient, completely pointless, and it just means we get to go out there to be yelled at. Perry Mason never had it so well!
Thread: -The Docket-

This is probably the single most interesting and funny thread on the site. I just finished reading the tale of Justice Duck, and I have to ask if you know what happened to that statue. Such a thing belongs in a museum. Also, Chrome must know this is a legalese thread, it's insisting I meant 'statute' up there.