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Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank took his time, he knew Cecilee would be at the study for hours. The wall to her window was rather easy to scale compared to others he had done in recent history. This was not his first time in her apartment, and he strangely felt invited, and possibly needed here. He sat on her hard pokey futon, looked through her fridge. He pondered 'why a woman so opposed to coffee, has a coffee maker in her kitchen?' He looked through her closet, and sniffed her very limited selection of perfumes. He loved every scent, and every touch of the fabric of her clothes. This. This, was a different type of hunt. He found her day planner and flipped to today's date. In cute curvy letters 'Drinks with Trisha' was written. Hank pondered for a moment...Then started rummaging through her clothing. He gently laid out a navy blue skirt that would hang below her knees, it was flowing and reminded him of her hair. The slightly ruffled red blouse would expose a tasteful amount of her cleavage, but not to make her look cheap. He struggled finding any make up for her, preferring her natural beauty to most shades. He settled on a slight red lip stick. Nothing more was need for her face. The shoes were easy, he laid out a matching ballet flat to her dress. He hesitated to go further, wondering how far he could go into this, new hunt. He shook it off and decided might as well go for broke. He found tucked in her drawer a pair of cute boy cut lace black panties, with a tiny red bow on the front. And too his surprise there was a matching bra. 'Must not be such the loner' he half chuckled to himself. Topping it off he reached into his pocket to find an old matchbook from 'The Regent' a higher end bar and cigar club he was known to visit. He scribbled in tiny letters. Wear this tonight, I'll see you there and placed the matchbook inside her planner on today's date. He took one last look at the staged outfit and climbed back down her window. Vanishing.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

The bar was crowded, as it usually is on a Saturday. Hank sat in the over stuffed booth in the back, his hands cupping a Middleton as he absorbed the crowd. Spotting Trisha and Cecilee wasn't difficult, his eyes were like a hawk waiting for a very important mouse to come into view. She looked amazing as she draped her coat over the stole and sat down. They flipped through the menu, he had described her to a T to the bartender. Who upon receiving a nod from Hank, did as he instructed. He smiled warmly as he turned to grab a single white rose and hand it to Cecilee. Ladies your drinks and food have been taking care of for the evening. He didn't waste time in handing two glasses of white wine to both girls, and waited. Hank had paid handsomely to remain anonymous, and the bartender was known to be discrete. Hank grabbed his coat and headed out the door. He made certain to walk right past her, his fingers graced her coat and dropped a note into her pocket. You look wonderful, HAJ He didn't bother scaling her wall, this time of night no one was around on a saturday. Hank simply picked her apartment lock and let himself in. He had cracked her computer password long ago and tonight he figured out a use for it, he installed a one way communicator that allowed access to her camera and personal chat. He laid the box containing her Gift on her bed and slipped back into the night. At his penthouse her poured another glass of scotch and waited watching his computer screen for her to enter the room. He felt a rush as she walked in finally. He simply typed Undress and put on your new gift for bed He hit send on the chat and waited. She had to notice her camera being on. Hank sipped slowly on the scotch, almost nervous.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank sat staring at her infront of the screen, her beauty was beyond compare. He knew if he didn't hunt soon that Cecilee would end up on his floor. He touched her through the screen tracing her lips, her legs, her soft inviting hips and under her breast. She was like a living doll, not an imperfection to be found. You owe me nothing, it was my pleasure. He hesitated to type further. You look stunning, he typed slowly watching her anticipating his response. wear your hair up and the necklace I gave you tomorrow. Get plenty of rest you will receive your recital piece tomorrow. Hank kept her on his screen all night, watching her slow breathing. Imagining he was there to touch and feel her. The news was alive the next morning. '25 year old exchange student still missing.' Hank usually enjoyed watching his work unfold on the television. 'Last seen leaving the symphony in a black cocktail dress, and red and silver necklace.' His heart raced, 'my gifts' he was certain Cecilee would notice the story. No matter now, he could easily break contact. He called the currier service to pick up her gifts for the recital. She had only 6 days to practice the piece he had chosen. The currier delivered the box to her door and had her sign. Inside was a note attached to the shoes 'To go with the dress' and a note on an obviously expensive leather binder, brown and aged from years. Inside written on hard manilla parchment and looked to be hand inked, a copy of Bela Bartok's Rhapsody Op. 1 For piano. The front of the first page had a written note. 'Play this for me at your recital, I'll have a car waiting for you at the end of the show. The driver will bring you to me'
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank knew he was in trouble, he had broken every rule he has ever had about prey. He half angrily bit into his apple as the motion sensor alarms him to Cecilee back in her bedroom. He watches intently as she knowingly undresses, revealing her perfect body. The moon light, along with the accompany of ambient laptop light bathes her skin. She glows to him and he wants to reach through the screen and touch her. MONSTER His mind screams at him as he bites the apple again. He looks at her thighs, wanting to touch them. MONSTER He feels his teeth grit as flashes of Cecilee cloud his brain. The visions flash between him holding her at the park, snuggled against him. MONSTER Hank falls to his knees grinding his teeth as Ceecilee's body flashes through his mind. Bloody, cold, wet, dead. His teeth can almost feel the way a knife pierces soft flesh. He yearns for the look of fear and loss in her eyes. His mind is in opposition to himself, he can see her under the ground, he can see her as a ghost, he can see her holding his hand, he can see her sitting on a sunday afternoon on the balcony reading the paper with him. MONSTER He can't take it anymore, his mind is a red furry of confusion. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP! He screams into a large empty penthouse. His over flowing confusion mixed with rage, makes him a cornered animal, fierce and irrational. He yanks the doors off his cabinets, punches holes through his wall. Screaming violently and clawing at his brain. The faucet in his kitchen easily is uprooted by his considerable strength and tossed into the oven. He sees 'things' flying and can watch himself in his mind's eye. He knows he's a monster. Hank, calmly opens his balcony door. He is calm and determined. His feet cut from glass and fist still marred from Ikea wood and plaster. He steps up to the railing of his balcony looking 24 stories down. He inhales.... Then hears the computer beep with a new message. 'Thank you for the piano today. Both Leah and I loved it. I already got to practice on it. It sounds lovely. Also, your timing was perfect. They are giving me more practice time. I hope I don't disappoint you at the concert.' Hank drew his breath and wiped his face. He sat calmly down and pulled glass out of his feet. Then with bloody fingers typed The piano is but strings, ivory, and wood. You give life to this collecting of things that do not belong. You cannot disappoint me, only the wood and ivory can. Shall you find the piece to difficult, we will burn the scrap of wood and start anew. Now rest, and close your window. I am not watching you from there and you cannot be sick for our day. Hank smiled and lit a smoke sitting in his ruined penthouse, bloodied by his own wrath. Yet. Happy.u
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank very rarely gave into the wants of others, nor the needs to look a certain way. Every rule must have a bending and breaking point though. He shuffled through his ties, and his shirts, and his suits...He wanted to look as best he could. He has never worried about how he looks before. He turned on the shower and washed himself, his feet and hands slightly marred but not one to wince he ignored them. He dried himself and dressed in a charcoal summer weight suit, a white shirt and a powder blue tie. His shave was clean as he spent the money to get a hair cut and shave today. He looked cockily at the mirror, he was sure her was handsome...He's just never before wanted to be perceived as such. Or really cared. The recital hall was filling fast, a lot of local talent was on display and seats were limited. He easily spotted Trisha her purse on the chair beside her. He scooted himself over the crowd, and paused next to her seat. I'm sorry miss is this spot taken? He smiles down towards Trisha as she looks up almost with southern belle charm and smiles. Well sir it is now Her overt flirtation almost annoys him. He reminds himself, 'Cecilee loves her, no harm, no harm, only charm' Well then I believe I found my spot, he sits gently down grinding his teeth to himself. Then forcing a smile, I'm Hank, and you are? Trisha, she hands her dainty, very breakable hand to him pleasure to meet you Likewise, He's sure his teeth will exploded soon are you here to watch a friend? A bit of a baited question, but he doesn't care. Oh, YES!, the highlight of the evening is my best friend Cecilee Hank is a little more accepting watching Trisha's actual pride in her friend. The make small talk through out the performances. Then, Cecilee takes the stage. For an entire 45 minutes Hank is in awe, he wants to look away but can't. The cellphone lights and chatter are non-exisistant as she pours her soul into every moment, every movement of her music. When she finishes she is hit with the silence of the crowd. Not a dissapproving silence, but a dis believe. Trisha is the first to clap, then like an infectious disease the audience catches the Cecilee fever and join in. Hank says a quick good bye to Trisha and moves to his car. He paid the driver to detour and take his time. Hank had rented out the South American, Asian fusion restaurant Mamihlapinatapei not because he cared for the food, but because he loved the meaning of it's name. He waited patiently at the only table, his tie re-tied, a white rose on the seat across from him. He waited to show himself to her...his Cecilee
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

The restaurant smelled of a mixture of black-bean soups, and sweet onions. An odd but fitting mixture. Hank had enough time to order their meal before Cecilee arrived, and had the waiter bring him a bourbon with instructions to fill her glass with white wine as soon as she was seated. He almost gasped, but kept composure, he caught her walking in and couldn't believe how radiant she was as she came closer. Like the gentleman he was raised to be, he stood as she approached. Her voice soft and slightly sing song. He walked to her, pulling her chair out and handing her the rose. He placed his hand on the small of her back, just above the curve of her buttocks. Mind flashing images of her nude perfect body, he quickly shook them off as he sat back down. Smiling warmly at the nervous shy girl. The concert was lovely, I never thought for once you would disappoint me. He sipped his scotch and continued. You look radiant in your dress. You had the eye of every man there The waiter filled his glass then hers, minutes later a spread of food was delivered. He chewed thoughtfully glancing up to see her reactions to the meal. After a spell he looked up. I hope you've enjoyed the gifts I have giving you, he gauged her reactions more, wondering I enjoy hunting the objects down and finding what I think is perfect for you. The talk was to the point and short on his end for the duration of the meal. As they finished he helped her out of her seat and with her arm under his escorted her to the waiting driver. The driver will take you home. He paused then grabbing her chin with a strong hand pulled her head up and kissed her lips softly. I will be in touch. Hank walked in the brisk night air, not wanting to drive but enjoy the weather. His need to hunt never stronger
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Hank sat patiently by the computer, waiting for Cecilee to return. He would move heaven and earth to make sure he was there to 'put her to bed.' As the young woman did her normal undressing he watched intently, absorbing every curve of her body, how her lips slightly arched below her nose, the almond shape of her eyes. He was almost taken aback by her next set of motions. It took a few seconds until Hank realized what she was doing, and his chest and face went hot with lust. He felt like an animal watching her. Her hips moving and thrusting under the pleasure of his hand caused him to losing his tie, and eventually take it off all together. After her climax he knew he wanted more, the girl sat huddled almost ashamed looking. He simply accessed her laptops microphone and speakers. The faint clicking of her speakers audible to Cecilee. His voice came over her laptop, deep and stoic. No one said stop, he drew a short breath go again, and ask before you're allowed climax. He needed to own everything about this girl, including her orgasms. He watched intently as she pleasured her self, for what seemed like hours Hank would deny and grant orgasms. He loved the power and control. After her fourth climax Hank peered at the panting girl, her hair matted to her forehead in passion and sweat. Now get some rest, you'll have a busy week. He said nothing further and clicked the camera off. The next day Hank set preparations for Cecilees week. The first day was simple, he left a white rose at her door with a note instructing her to an upscale clothing store. A driver picked her up at noon and she was created by a store clerk with another note, and ushered into a room. The room was full of pre selected clothing, Hank had chosen for her. Inside the note it read Rule 1 At all times you will dress like and act like a lady. These are all the clothing you will need from now on. Burn, Donate, or toss your old wardrobe. You will not need them. The wardrobe itself was twice as large as Cecilee's current one. Arrays of designer clothing, more skirts and dresses than pants. Hank watched the CCTV in the back of the store, wondering how willing Cecilee was to give her life, in a different way, to him.
Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

The warehouse had been used by Hank since he was a young man. Through a series of shell companies he outright owned the entire block. Paid security to patrol the neighborhood on all days but Mondays and kept the tax records clean. It was important to keep everything legit, especially when he had prey to bring back. The Girl was a target by sheer bad luck, on her part. Hank wasn't even watching her until 3 nights ago when they split a cab. As risky as it may be to jump to a kill that fast, Hank needed it, bad. He didn't want to risk the monster getting out on Cecilee. The girl lay with her ankles bound on the cold concrete floor, her wrist tied in front of her and her mouth taped. She had just regained her sense and was looking up at Hank terrified. He loved that look. So rewarding to see his prey bound and know, and not wanting to believe, what's going to happen to them. The pulley system was old but reliable and Hank remembered the trials and eras he had had installing it. The girl muffled as she was hoisted up, only in panties and her crotch eye level with Hank. He spun her slowly admiring her. Sorry I know this isn't ideal, he rarely talked much to prey but you're doing more good than you know. He smelled her thighs, lovely lotion she uses. Taking the straight razor he slowly cut her out of her panties. She wasn't groomed like Cecilee, and this upset him. Not enough to stop, he had come prepared. He carefully lathered the girl in the same shave lotion Cecilee uses, and careful groomed her sex. Until she was smooth and near as perfect as his girl. He tossed the bucket of cold water on her removing whats left of hair and lather. Then holding her ass in his hand pulled her close to his face, inhaling the scent of her, dreaming of Cecilee. He allowed his tongue to sample her as she muffled pleas into her taped mouth. Don't worry almost done He took a knee and retrieved her glasses, standing back up her spun her again slowly. Stopped her by her hips and made to long cuts on her pale thighs, severing the femoral arteries. He sat back and watch the prey buck and scream as she was covered in her own blood. He was finally ready for Cecilee. After disposing of the girl, he set to work on his next gift. On day three the gift arrived at Cecilees apartment. A simple box with a key. Inside were directions to one of the warehouses and stern orders to be there 10pm sharp. Inside the warehouse Hank had staged it perfectly. He was to test Cecilee, test her willingness. Just a desk was in the room with yellow x's on the top and black x's a blindfold sat between the x'son the desk. Under it note Disrobe and place the blindfold on, place your hands and feet on the markings and do not move. You are being watched and movement or failure will be punished. I will see you soon Hank already knew he wasn't going to see her until morning. He needed to test this new kind of prey.
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RE Lotus' Unquenchable Cravings NikolaiB said A bit of advice, maybe say you're looking only for women right from the beginning. Click to expand... This is requests by females thread. Specifying whether they are looking for men or women is irrelevant. They're searching for someone to RP with, and if you can't read their thread far enough to realize that, it's your fault not theirs.
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RE Lotus' Unquenchable Cravings Hello there Innocent... I am called Seduction, Winry Seduction. However, you can call me Mistress. OOC I looked over your RP request thread and notice that you have a Futa Preference. My character is female but for FxF I prefer to play Futa or you can play Futa. You can click my request thread below my signature and my preferences. PM me for more information and a Bump for GL.
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RE Lotus' Unquenchable Cravings AnonymousRelated said NikolaiB said A bit of advice, maybe say you're looking only for women right from the beginning. Click to expand... This is requests by females thread. Specifying whether they are looking for men or women is irrelevant. They're searching for someone to RP with, and if you can't read their thread far enough to realize that, it's your fault not theirs. Click to expand... No offense, Anonymous, but I'm with Nikolai on this. What's the harm of putting FF or FFuta at the top of the page for those of us males who are looking for female partners? It saves us from reading halfway down the page, only to find out that we can't participate in any RP ideas we just looked at. I read so many posts here that I get cross-eyed trying to find a gem of a story among all the posts on BlueMoon.
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RE Lotus' Unquenchable Cravings dale232 said AnonymousRelated said NikolaiB said A bit of advice, maybe say you're looking only for women right from the beginning. Click to expand... This is requests by females thread. Specifying whether they are looking for men or women is irrelevant. They're searching for someone to RP with, and if you can't read their thread far enough to realize that, it's your fault not theirs. Click to expand... No offense, Anonymous, but I'm with Nikolai on this. What's the harm of putting FF or FFuta at the top of the page for those of us males who are looking for female partners? It saves us from reading halfway down the page, only to find out that we can't participate in any RP ideas we just looked at. I read so many posts here that I get cross-eyed trying to find a gem of a story among all the posts on BlueMoon. Click to expand... The best part about this is that it's on EVERYTHING of mine. Both of my request threads as well as my profile!
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Thread: Fire and Ice Re-Written (Between Tasinga Nightwolf and EverUndine)

She wept as she laid there, Deanerys Targaryen, the Khaleesi of the Dothraki tribe her husband ruled. Though now it seemed she no longer had a future here. Her son had been born ugly and dead and her Khal dying as well most likely to join him in the great heard in the sky. Her Sun, her Light and her joy had all been stolen from her in a single moment. She did not know what to do other than to cry. She knew it was not what a Khaleesi should do she almost could hear her brother, Viserys, laughing at her. He would be mocking her make sure she understood how much un-like a dragon she was. She did not care though, everything she had learned to love in the last year of her life had been stolen from her like a passing wind. She wished she could go and demand the ancestors to give back her husband to her. It was the damn witches fault. She had taken the wench in believing she would be good for her childs birth however she had been proven wrong. All the dreadful things had started to happen after that woman was near the tribe. It had to be that witchs fault. She felt her tears leaving as anger flooded her body. She was still in her tent, dirty from the child birth, blood staining her thighs and the ground around her. Deanerys looked at the faces in the tent, her three maids there, a wet nurse and another slave. Her dead son was wrapped in clothe and placed in a straw cradle. Later after she had decided she had grieved long enough his body would be set aflame and his spirit would join the others in the stars. She knew she would have to decide in a moment what her own fate would be. Most Khaleesies would go and join the crones at the Mother Mount, there they aged and offered their wisdom to Khals and Khaleesies alike. Deanerys had no desire to join those old ugly hags. She though had only one other option, to join her husband in death if he was truly gone. Though deep inside she felt he would not wake from this sleep. He had fallen asleep from the illness infecting his body. Even if he lived and stayed in the strange death like sleep she knew he would not want to stay like that. Drogo would want death before he became a man cursed to be in a sleep like state. She wanted to get up and just run. Her legs, back and even her sides hurt though as if she had been run over by her horse after being flung from its back. No she did not know what to do yet other than make a silent plea to the ancestors to somehow help her.