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Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

The guards all watched the show being put on in front of them, the first time they'd seen a white girl topless in real life, although most of them had seen pictures in magazines and videos on the internet. They couldn't help themselves but glance at the other women that they guarded, their minds imagening what they d look like without their tops although they were too well trained to do anything more than look. Fasil's fingers kept their grip as the girl moved, letting it tug her breast for a second before he let go, his hand following swiftly to give her hanging breast a little slap as she bent over against the wall. His gaze moved to to her still covered rear she was suggestively wiggling in his direction. His hand came down hard across the nearest side, hard enough to sting despite the layer of clothing between his hand and her skin. Not the first time you've asked a strange man to take your skirt off, is it whore he chuckled, his finger finding the zipper and tugging downward. The skirt teasingly tugging down with the zipper, revealing more and more of her white ass to the watching men, and her companions.
Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

Lea had little appreciation for the discipline of Fasil's men, she could see their eyes wandering towards the more 'proper' girls under her charge and she felt obligated to try and stop this, or at least slow it down. She had never felt so helpless, especially when her guard's eyes seemed to linger on her full breasts, accentuated by her hands cuffed behind her back. She took advantage of his momentary distraction though to shrug out of his grip and charge towards Fasil and Sarah. Sarah Adams, put your clothes on and have some self respect! She scolded, her own breasts bouncing heavily as she moved towards them. Her eyes went to their leader And you, release us at once. I am a Canadian citizen and these girls are all Americans, you will never get away with this, they will come looking for us. Fear and panic not far from the young teacher's mind as she breathed heavily, her blouse open just enough to give a hint at the ample cleavage beneath her otherwise conservative clothing. Sarah for her part stood and turned towards her scolding teacher, her already unzipped skirt falling to the ground, she stood naked other than her thong. The younger girl perhaps having the more realistic impression of what was going to happen to them realized her teacher no longer had any real authority. These guys are going to do what they want, I might as well have a little fun with them. It wouldn't hurt you to lighten up a bit either, or is it true that you prefer girls as well? She asked, openly voicing the rumor that had spread through the school that Ms. Thomas was really a closeted lesbian. Megan and Emily gasped, not that they hadn't heard the rumors themselves, but shocked that Sarah would so openly turn on their teacher, even as she stood there nearly naked in open defiance.
Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

The guard, briefly distracted by the girl willingly being undressed infront of them, didn't react until Lea had almost reached Fasil and Sarah. Realising he had let his guard drop he jumped forward toward her, but a small hand signal from his boss returned him to his post. Fasil released there was no threat from the young teacher, nor any of the girls. His eyes remained on Sarah as her skirt dropped to her ankles as she turned, the small thong the only thing preserving any of her modesty that remained, not that she showed any sign of being disturbed by it. He slowly turned toward Lea, his dark eyes roaming over her for a second as he thought of what to do with her. Before he could speak, Sarah did it for him. A little chuckle escaping his lips as he listened to the girl openly attacking her teacher infront of both her classmates and their captors. He stepped forward, smirking, his hand moving rapidly to deliver a stinging slap to her face as soon as she was within arms length. I know exactly who you are Miss Thomas he growled. His hand remained on her face, a finger against her lips, so is it true? These lips prefer cunt to cock? He asked crudely, loud enough for all to hear. Not that you'll be getting much choice in the future His hand moved to her hair, grabbing tightly and pushing her forward toward Sarah, a little kick at her legs pushing her to her knees infront of the younger women. He pushed her face forward until it nudged against the girls thong, I bet you've always fantasized about getting to see what's behind thst thong, haven't you he mocked. Take it off As he instructed he leaned down, whispering into the teacher's ear as he glanced over her shoulder, looking back at Emma, do as your told, or you'll get to see what my belt can do to the innocent looking one over there.
Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

Sarah looked at her teacher with contempt, as if she was not happy to have to share the spotlight with other woman. The younger girl had always been a little jealous of the popular and very attractive teacher. Lea didn't flaunt her looks like Sarah, but her breasts were larger, fuller even if not as well displayed. Sarah even smiled as Lea was smacked across the face then questioned about what all the girls at school had been curious about. Lea's face flushed easily at he crude question and the even cruder comment on her future prospects. This was Lea's worst nightmare come true, sexual slavery, she had heard of such things but never thought it would be something they would face in Europe. Sarah seemed quite pleased as her conservative teacher found herself on her knees in front of her. She placed her hands on her hips, practically thrusting her hips forward as if she were going to face sit the older woman. Lea's eyes showed open panic as she appealed to her student for help then turned back towards the leader of her captors. With hands cuffed behind her back, Lea couldn't remove the thong of she wanted to, or so she thought. Sarah was more than happy to show her the possibilities however as her hand went to the long blonde hair of her teacher and thrust her face into her thong clad crotch. She rubbed the more passive woman's face against her thong. Use your teeth to pull it down then show me how good you are at cunt licking. She taunted, as if she were the teacher for this particular lesson. What small fight Lea might have had in her melted away when Fasil threatened to use his belt on poor little Emily. All the girls were protective of the youngest, though Emily thought she was tougher than they might think. Still she was truly frightened but didn't like to see what her teacher had to do to try and protect her. Sarah No. Emily begged, not much more than a whisper as her eyes looked at Fasil, wondering if he would go through with such a threat.
Thread: Moon's Grace ( Gwenie and MellowYellow )

Moon Knight wasnt at all that difficult to find at night. Spider-Womans gaze flickered over the all-white costume, broad shoulders, and powerful stature. She wondered if he was as crazy as all the rumors said he was, but it didnt matter if he could help with her case. Gwen kept her body high on the wall in case he didnt like little heroines bothering his massacres. Itd be such a pain to throw down in with him in a dirty New York alley. Her mask shrouded the nervous smile on her face. Hows the night doing for you, Moonbeam? Gwen drummed her fingers upon the brick she stuck herself upon. The adrenaline made her heart race in her chest, but she wouldnt allow the fear into the lilt of her voice. You look good in that color, I dig it She arched her slim neck forward. It might be hard to get the bloodstains out.
Thread: Moon's Grace ( Gwenie and MellowYellow )

Moon Knight rose slowly from his 'handiwork.' A battered and bruised figure in an armoured blue suit, groaning loudly as his haul of stolen jewels spilled out beneath him. The newest version of the Midnight Man, going on his first and presumably last heist. Moon Knight turned with great slowness, the night air tussling the ivory material of his hood and cape. His ethereal eyes regarded Gwen closely. Every priest needs his vestments, and I'm no exception. And if I get bloody from my holy mission, well then so be it, he admitted, giving a quick flick of his right hand that sent a spurt of blood along the dirty ground. But that's not important right now. I can tell you want something, otherwise you wouldn't seek me out. Nobody ever came his way unless they needed a favor from him.
Thread: The Silent Hero That Goes Bump In The Night (messylips & Leon)

LOADING For the Silent Protagonist and For The One That Wants To Bump Back - The World The Man in Black - The Threat The Brainy Adventurer and The Hey, Listen Bruiser - The Guardians -Hackorz Identified- .Loading Steampunk Left Arm. -Loading 'When Worlds Collide'- Adding SubWorld Who's Canon is it Anyway x2 Found. Adding 'Song of Healing' from Legend of Zelda Added to MC and ' Demonic Transformation ' from Hellboy Added to Adventurer Kink Limiter Removed Protagonist In Process of Retrieval The Heart, Leo The young man would slowly pull himself up into a seat position, rubbing an eye to get the sleep out. The dream felt so real, his room getting swallowed into seeming nothingness, him along with it. It was then that he had heard a voice, it spoke of danger and him being pulled in so that he could stop it. It made all sorts of pop culture references but the end result was that he was brought to this dark magical world where he was to find some guy. Leo would chuckle at the very thought, that'd be like every anime dweebs wet dream. He went to clap his hands onto his cheeks to wake himself up but when they reached them, he almost knocked himself out with a solid punch. Wait, that wasn't a punch, that was something metal. Did someone try and hit him with a bat when he wasn't looking? He would rub his jaw and froze, slowly, as if looking to fast might end in his death, he would look down at his hand. A large red hued metal seemed to cover his fingers, not just his fingers, he would follow it, over his hand, up his arm and just below his shoulder. What the hell was going on? He would look over his other hand and it seemed fine and he could move the metal arm just as a normal but his mind was still racing at the entire concept that was happening, he would stop and finally notice that he was sitting against a wooden shack, vast plains expanding before him. Maybe things were not as he thought them to be.
Thread: Freak Legion

Interested. xD
Thread: Freak Legion

Sure, lets play and I'm going to create a character... Fomori sounds violent and cool!
Thread: Freak Legion

ok, will create a character section and we can start.
Thread: Freak Legion

started the thread
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

The laugh that rolled free of Alesia's lips was one of both mirth, and a touch of exasperation. Of course the publication of his magical initiation had gone out through the joined Houses months ago, but it wasn't as if that had, or would, stop the gal' from approaching him. Of course, the visits from the vulpine female had lessened, but they hadn't exactly stopped, as was suggested to her. Not only was she one of the more troublesome heirsnot heir-apparent, but an heir nevertheless, but she was one of the favorites at that rules didn't quite apply to her. Given her penchant for appearing at both the worst and best of times, she didn't let anyone stop her, either. Stand up, you fool. You know I don't care for shows of servitude. What was it that your condition , the word rolled off her tongue with an interesting flair that was rather blatantly mocking, was likened to, again? Magical puberty, I believe? Sheesh, you must have quite the hormone blockage, for it to last this long. The Fey prodded at him verbally, lips quirking up into a gleeful, teasing little smile instead of a smirk despite her taunting of Chase, it was clear there was an edge of sympathy. But just think, perhaps our games of Surprise-Magic-Tag won't be so one-sided soon! Not exactly pleasant memories--of course they were, for Alesia-- of scorched walls, cardio, and yelling were sure to pass through the male's mind at the mention. Does this not last for only a short period, though?, the heiress inquired, one vulpine ear upon her head twitching to his direction. At such an extended length, and..., Alesia gestured to the crumbled furniture at their feet, ...volatility, is it not expected to be over soon? The female shifted the weight on her feet, and placed her hands upon shapely hips, cocking that attractive face to the side, while twin tails of twilight moved to lace around respective thighs. One could call their relationship torment, the other amusement, a bystander, chaos, but it was definitely to be said that when the Fey was around the son of Lucian, it was clear that their was not to be, a dull day to be found.
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

It was with deliberate slowness that Chase straightened his posture, standing instead at a resting poise, hands clasped behind his back and heels locked together, with a butler's air of refinement he knew, oh how well he knew, how little Alesia appreciated formalitiesthat was to say, less than none. But it was one of the few ways he could return the vexation she inflicted upon him, so the young man relished doing so within reasonable limits. Then he flinched as she mused on his state of being a walking hex of disorder, grimacing like he'd just eaten a sour grape at the mention of Surprise Magic Tag. Or as a sensible person might perceive it, Overkill. Which would leave Chase outside the camp of sensible, as while he did not enjoy the spectacle in the least he at least liked to believe Alesia meant him no... lasting harm. Rather, he dreaded his magic settling in that and similar respects, as it undoubtedly would mean a raising of the bar. When she concluded with a question, his expression shifted into an embittered frown that marred an otherwise attractive visage, angular and definite with prominent cheekbones and a subtle chin. I... He restrained himself from sighing in breech of decorum, but allowed his posture to slacken with a slumping of his shoulders and a casting of his eyes to the broken chair. I am afraid that is unknown. Most Inheritors do not take longer than a month to come fully into their power, but... He waved a hand, indicating the entirety of himself, most Inheritors undergo this process much earlier in life, as well. There is... no precedent for my case, my Lady. For all the common knowledge of my family, it may never pass it is another reason I was studying here prior to your arrival. Her interruption, really, but as a Cadence his time was the Memoiri's to spend as any of them saw fit, and Alesia had laid a quiet claim to Chase for reasons unknowable quite some time past. Being a late bloomer... Sucks, so very much. Is frustrating, in that and many other respects. For that alone, really, he envied her and hers the Memoiri were born to their power, directly descended and beloved of Akasha, never for a second without control of their connection to it. They didn't need to put up with the awkwardness and embarrassment of stray magic, certainly never with his peculiar circumstances, and never with the dangers faced by greater Inheritors who were granted power beyond mere Totems by the Will. He was certain they had their own problems, but at that juncture he was willing to take them on in return. Last edited Sep 5, 2018
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

Despite the almost annoyed huff of hot air at the ongoing formality in Chase's form, the Memoiri heiress' eyes did soften at the explanation of the male's distress. While it wasn't convenient for anyone nearby, it was also a sore subject, and for that, Alisia could understand his frustration. She knew not of it herself, or at least, had experienced it, given the ease of magic within her own house, but she had heard numerous stories both amusing and saddening of the periods of volatility. For one to last so long, was yet another stack of unfortunate misery that had been heaped upon the male of Cadence. I see. For what it's worth to you, I'm sorry. The rare moment of sympathy from the girl hung in the air like a lisp in a silent room, lending all the more of an awkward air to her intrusion upon his solace. With a proper enough second there, however, her lips turned up, and one arm pulled away from her hips to gesture languidly, even as her steps carried her to the side of the materials that used to be a chair. Regardless, you don't seem disastrously destructive. A chair is hardly something to gawk at being destroyed, after all. So, I require companionship! An upbeat tone rang in her voice, if a bit amused in her foolhardily rebellious ways.What shall we do, then, Chase..., she trailed off, sounding less like a question and more like a general narration. Perhaps catch some morning tea? As long as you don't send shrapnel of pottery about the place.... For a moment it seemed as if the vulpine female stiffled a giggle, and her tails unwrapped from her thighs to swish about in merry amusement. I could still go for breakfast, or maybe a brisk walk while it's still dawn..., she paused considering for a moment, and cast Chase a sidelong glance. I would suggest we spar, it could have been inferred that sparring meant an offensive-to-evasive sporting moment that anything, rather similar to Surprise Magic Tag , but even I don't trust the volatility of your condition in an especially pulse-raised engagement. With a definitive laugh at that, Alesia pivoted on her heels, and cocked her head to one side, one vulpine ear giving a curious twitch. I'll leave the decision to you, Chase. What shall we do to start my day? As long as we don't pass by any alarm clocks, we should be fine... Trouble Incarnate's lips curled into a playful little smirk, and she jested once more, in explanation, ...Everyone in the manor heard it.
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

It was worth quite a bit to him, actually, even though he knew that her rare moments of tenderness were ultimately meaningless in how she behaved towards him. All the same, he cherished memories of the times where she was not mischievous or aggressive and instead behaved with compassion and empathy. He liked to believe that facet of her was just as real as her usual persona, a side that was shown rarely and thus made precious. The moment was, of course, broken by her return to form, and he again suppressed a sigh it would be a long and tiring day bereft much productivity, it seemed. Did she really need to mention that incident, weeks after the fact? He'd managed to repair the bedside table and the clock in short order, surely there was no sense in teasing him over it more? I... He rather disliked when she did this foisted planning little play-dates between them onto him. Not to say he didn't enjoy it, but it was improper for him to be in any sort of lead with her, little though anyone cared. His own father, when the issue had been broached before, had simply laughed it off and called it good practice quite for what, Chase did not yet know. Shall I arrange for breakfast in the arboretum, then? I am told Silas and Yvette have landscaped a lovely clearing for picnics for this summer, and Anna has been practicing your favored dishes. Those eyes of silver-tinged sapphire closed slowly in thought it would give her a pleasant walk through the the gardens, a brief repast and a place to play in seclusion from any who might get caught in the crossfire. And of course, Michael has been ever improving with his harp, should you desire pleasant company. He knew it was futile, but nonetheless he made a token effort to pass her attentions off to someone else his younger cousin of fourteen was quite infatuated with Alisia, having composed half a dozen sonnets and ballads in her honor already, all quite quality pieces despite their obviously singular focus. Not quite as good as Chase was with his ocarina, but bound to eclipse him soon enough.
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

Of course, Alisia knew that Chase dislike crafting days for them so but it was an adequately promising way of getting back at him for the formal stature of his being, as well as sate her own disinterest in choices. As such, she was more than happy with his idea, giving a considerate nod of what could be passing thanks. That, actually sounds rather nice, she replied in turn, but a moment before he attempted at brushing her off. At the mention of Michael, however, the heiress' face lost the vast majority of its color. I think you're plenty-suitable company. The vast quantity of teddy-bears and wilted roses I find strewn around my door every week is more than enough of his affection. It wasn't a bitter tone in her voice,as much as it was one of helpless exasperation. It didn't exactly help, either, that Michael tried to woo her with those creations, on what felt like a monthly basis. Seriously. Did someone craft up a pitifully twisted excuse for a love potion, trying it on that poor kid? I'm just glad he has enough work on his hands, and as such, not enough free time..., Alisia trailed off with a shudder, abruptly shaking her head to clear the thought of that love-ridden teenager. Do you desire anything for breakfast? I'm feeling particular to my favorite, of course. Small-chat initiated, those soft steps of hers began their direction away from Chase, fully expecting him to follow in the direction of the kitchen closest to the arboretum gates. When it came to the subject of food with Alisia, it was a matter of renowned amusement and struggle for whomever had to cook her tastes were simple, lively-food, instead of the caviar and glistening delicacies that most of Memoiri found appetizing. Of course, when simple bacon, pancakes, and the like of breakfast-food was what you enjoyed, and your cooks were employed to provide five-star rounded meals, the air of the meal was humourous to say the least.
Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

She didn't really need the pleading eyes, and Chase was pretty sure she knew that. He was her servant, after all. A Cadence lives to serve, after all. He said, chuckling softly, Though... 'Chay'? He couldn't help but arch a quizzical brow, clearly amused by that name. Sure, it was hard to make a nickname for something that only had one syllable, but he'd clean forgotten just how peculiar Alisia's choice had been. Putting the humor aside, though, he went about drizzling the pancakes in her favored syrup and spearing a portion on the fork, cupping his hand under the lot and holding it out to her. Perhaps later my lady would like this humble servant to perform for her? He asked idly during the meal, With my magic more-or-less at peace, I should be allowed my instruments once more. Though I would need a few minutes to shake off the rust. Merely being humble in truth Chase could pick up his ocarina or lyre and play just as well as he ever could mages had a unique quirk of never really losing old skills for lack of practice, though most of the Cadences kept up routine practice anyway with their various hobbies. A directive at first from the Memoiri to keep them from becoming soulless killjoys, it had eventually settled into a simple family tradition for every one of them to have some kind of craft or musical practice in their off-hours, which invariably was put to use as part of their regular duties in time. Chase was musically inclined, cousin Anna was a silversmith, his father was a carver, uncle Silas was a botanist and his grandfatherMorgan Faerath Cadence, who wrestled with giantshad been a gunsmith and chemist as well as the founder of Road Camelot.