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Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Oh, no no, no, no, Blackout crooned at the silent teenager in front of him. He cupped her chin in his left hand and firmly turned her head so that she was, if not looking into his eyes, facing him. He had short, bristly hair these days and a certain redness had spread from his face downwards, the pale flesh over his muscular stomach giving away how excited he was already. The finger within the tight young woman curled, rotated, his thumb gently dragging across her clit. How's one? Not so bad? Hmm... After a few moments he slid a second finger in, slowly edging in his middle and index fingers.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Cosmic gave a cry as she felt his hands grip her chin turning her to look at him. She closed her eyes only as she felt him curl his finger in her eyes shot open as her hips jerked against him. its horrible she lied as she tried to ignore this new pleasure as he slowly pushed in a second. Did . . . didn't know you were so . . . horrible at this she grunted out as she didn't know why she felt the need to fight against him but her mouth just kept saying things without even thinking. With each word she knew she was going to get something horrible back. She just couldn't let him have his way easily though.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

The villain tsked, going so far as to keep the smirk on his face after he had felt Cosmic buck against his hand. Lying is a life skill, he informed her, and you are fucking awful at it. Once he had managed to push his index and middle fingers inside of her up to the knuckle he slowly twisted inside of her tightness, curling and uncurling his fingers. Luckily for Cosmic his nails were newly trimmed. Without any warning he reached forward to her throat and laid his hand around it. You need to learn to treat me with respect, he informed her, hand over her neck, cradling one of the most fragile parts of her body in his calloused fingers. As he slowly withdrew his two fingers he brought his ring finger into the lot, sliding up and down against her sex before pushing into her once more. Then the hand around her neck squeezed, choking her while he felt her body pressing on his fingers, slowly fighting the resistance to push into her. I wonder what else I could fit into you...
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Cosmic's tears grew as they finally fell as she felt the third finger push in. Even with his hand on her neck she could feel the pleasure she couldn't understand why this was happening to her. Only as she felt him really starting to choke her she jerked against his hand trying to get out of his grasp only slowly they became weaker as he was truly taking her mind. Her eyes grew dim as she could barely stop the streams of tears that now fell. She knew she wouldn't get out of her hope was gone as it showed in her eyes for that very moment as she thought she was going to die. Sorry its short .
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Once Blackout saw that slackness, saw Cosmic lose some of her spark, the choking relented. Seeing his foe crying beneath him, vulnerable, unable to stop him doing what he wanted to her--few things had ever been so thrilling. His fingers once again curled within her as his hand drifted to the side of her face, caressing her, running his fingers through her hair. You're not Cosmic anymore, are you? He asked softly, rhetorically. Don't worry about it.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

As he let up on the choke she gasped out for air as it seemed she could finally breathe again only it hurt now to do even that. She felt him curl his fingers in her as she gasp of pleasure ran through her as she felt his hand against her face and going through her hair. Her eyes seemed darker as he asked that question in truth she didn't feel like the super woman Cosmic anymore. No now she felt like Rain Deniar an orphan girl that no one cares for. She had been running from that feeling and now it was taking over again as she felt him just take her body as he wanted.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Blackout almost lovingly wiped a few tears off of Rain's face with his thumb before he spread them over her soft lips. Silence, though occasionally a beautiful thing, was not what the villain had been looking for. Rather, he had been looking for accession. For an agreement. For an admission of fact. There was another way to accomplish that. Be a good pet, he curled and unfurled his fingers within her, rubbing up against the sensitive pearl of her flower with a thumb, and tell me what your name is. The hand that had choked her lightly glided against her neck once again.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

At first when she felt him rub away a few tears more just came. She didn't want his pity. She wanted this to all be a bad dream her eyes closing as she tried to wake herself up from it only to feel his fingers in her move once more and his thumb against her clit as she fought against moaning. As she heard him ask a question she was shocked, he wanted to know her name. She didn't know what to do as she shook her head she didn't want to be Rain. She wanted to cosmic but at the moment it felt like Cosmic was dead. Tears started to fall harder as she felt him pressing in on her clit harder for not answering. Rain she whimpered out finally as she looked away in shame.
Thread: Consequences (Nightrose and Zombies Galore)

Blackout eased the pressure on Rain's clit and graced her with a smile, one that lit up his face. His fingers curled and uncurled again before he withdrew them and wiped them across her face, from her forehead down to her chin. Good girl, Rain. What's your last name? This time he attempted to edge four fingers in, pushing against her tightness. You've got a little puddle here between your legs, Rain. I didn't know you were so into me before. How long have you wanted to fuck me?
Thread: Forced Inheritance (Muse and Dakol)

Four years have gone by since the shit hit the fan. Malacai was sixteen when his father exiled him to the Outlands. His family was the most powerful people in the kingdom, capable of taking what they wanted and without hesitation. But, Malacai's potential scared his father, noticing that his behavior was too erratic and dangerous. And he forced him to leave. Until now. On the 16th birthday of Malacai's younger sister, the Prince walked up the path were a drawbridge and a pair of guards were located. His ruffled, pitch-black hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at the guards with eyes of darkened crimson. Along his face and neck was a large birthmark, though it resembled a tribal tattoo with light red ink. Before they could say a word, Malacai unsheathed the silver curved dagger at his hip and killed them, slicing their throats and leaving them as they crumpled to the ground. The rest of the walk was decidedly boring until he arrived at the doors to the throne room, where kicked open the wooden double doors to reveal his father and sister, who had apparently... grown and gotten older while he was away. At his sister's side was a young man. A noble, from the looks of it. Hello, father... he growled, his eyes brimming with hate and malice as he slowly walked towards them, ignoring the alarmed looks from the guards that readied their weapons.
Thread: Forced Inheritance (Muse and Dakol)

Colette had been busily discussing the plans for her birthday feast that evening. While she had never been a fan of extravagant affairs, she knew this particular birthday was special. Her father had hinted at it for some time, that she was reaching marrying age. With her brother banished, she was to take on the role of heir and must find a suitor who would make a suitable king. The cold mention of her brother stirred a familiar sadness in Colette. As a child, she had hopelessly admired and doted on her older sibling, despite his...promiscuous mannerisms. When he had been sent away, she had been devastated. Heartbroken. And in an attempt to please her father, she never mentioned her brother's name in his presence. So it was, when the doors of the room burst open, she was certain a ghost had appeared. She was the first to react of the three party planners, leaping to her feet in a fury of deep chestnut hair and velvet green fabric. Malacai! she yelped, racing towards him. The king's warning shot fell on deaf ears at the jubilation of seeing her brother after so many years. It wasn't until she sprang on him with a fierce hug that it occurred to her how odd the situation was. Pulling back just slightly, she saw that his dagger was dipped in fresh blood. What...what are you doing here? she asked, her excitement tinged with a growing sense of fear.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Ariadne Wagoner sighed as the last customer of the night left her alone in the shop. He had been an obnoxious man, who kept changing his order just to bother her. She shut the cash register and locked it, and began locking down the little cafe. The eighteen-year-old had been given her first shift on her own during the low times of business, during the darkened New York City hours. No one cared for a coffee or Danish at eleven at night. They would rather be safely tucked in their homes, sleeping away from the dangers of NYC streets. Ariadne went into the back of the shop and grabbed her bag. She made sure the front door was locked before slipping out the back. She stowed the keys in her pocket and began making her way down the dark street. Ariadne's red hair and bright green eyes weren't exactly visible in the dim light, but she could still see shapes and features just as well. She traveled through side streets and alleys, since her apartment was located about five blocks away. She walked in silence, until she saw something she's never be able to unsee. The new District Attorney was escorting his wife to their car. She recognized him from tv. As the man helped his wife in, she watched as he slumped to the ground, two dark holes catching the light, as if they were wet. Ariadne was slow to realize what had happened just as the wife was. She put her hands to her mouth and backed up a bit. She was in the shadows. She watched in horror as the wife was soon in the same position as her husband. She put her hands to her mouth and held back a gasp. Soon, a man came from the shadows and shot the D.A. through the head. Ariadne squeaked and stumbled backwards. She bumped into a trashcan, which sent it loudly toppling over. She scurried back and tried to stay in the shadows, grabbing her phone. She wasn't thinking things through. The phone lit up as she tried to dial 911, giving away her exact location. She froze when she realized she was in plain sight that way.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

When he heard the squeal of a female nearby. Declans head reflexively swiveled around in the direction from which it had come. His eyes and ears locked onto the toppled trashcan and instantly picked up the telltale glow of the persons phone in the shadows. Great. A fucking witness I have to deal with now. An angry scowl constringed his brow as he strode toward her without delay. Quickly closing the gap, Declan grabbed her by the upper front portion of her outfit and shoved her forcefully up against the brick wall of the building. Apparently she had been too frightened to run away at his approach. He snatched the phone from her hand and saw on the screen that she had dialed 911. Son of a bitch! Declan uttered irately as he flung the mobile with full force against the wall, shattering it into pieces. He then pulled his handgun from its holster and pressed the end of the barrel against her forehead. Sorry, Red, I really hate to have to do this to such a pretty face, but unfortunately, you just happened to be in the most wrong place at the most wrong time. Nothing personal, he said to her grimly. It was a shame too. He did find the young female to be exceptionally attractive upon closer inspection. Had they encountered each other under different circumstances, say at a bar or club or anywhere else for that matter, who knows As he held her pinned against the wall at arms length, Declan turned his head to the side and squinted so as to not get too much of her blood and brain matter splattered on his face or in his eyes. The stone-cold assassin-for-hire squeezed the trigger, but was met with resistance. What the-?! Declan looked at his gun and saw that a spent shell casing - from the last shot he had fired into the D.A.s head - was lodged in the ejection port causing his gun to jam. Declan pressed his forearm against the fetching redheads upper chest and his knee against her lower torso, leaning his two-hundred pound frame against her to hold her in place while he exigently tried to pull back the slide of his gun in an attempt to clear the jam. No luck. The spent shell casing was too firmly wedged in. Shit. Precious seconds were ticking away and his escape was becoming more and more compromised. Another scream was heard in the near distance as well the sound of approaching police sirens. Fuck. Declan had to get out of here and fast. It was only a short matter of time before this place would be swarmed by the cops. The six-two male who made his living as a contract killer, not a kidnapper, grasped the redhead firmly behind the elbow and began ushering her roughly towards his piano black Audi A8 W12 parked curbside about twenty feet away.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Ariadne was hurriedly dialing 911 and trying to get in as the killer approached her. She pressed the call button, and she was frozen in place as he came close and pressed her against the wall. She squeaked in fear, and he quickly had flung her phone at the wall and shattered it. Her bright green eyes sparkled with fear as he spoke to her. This man was nuts. Absolutely nuts. He'd killed the DA, and now he was going to kill her. She gritted her teeth as he held the gun to her head. She shut her eyes and tried to block out what was coming. But Ariadne could still feel the breath of the air, hear the sirens, a few seconds later. She opened her eyes cautiously and looked over at the frustrated villain. She whimpered and squirmed as he grabbed her elbow and began to drag her off toward a car. She fought and squirmed. Please, I'll keep my mouth shut! she begged quietly.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Declan opened the drivers side door of his black Audi and threw the fighting and squirming redhead headfirst into the passengers seat. He got in himself and hit the master door and window lock so that she wouldnt be able to open anything on her side. Declan turned the ignition, but purposely kept the lights off and pulled away slowly. Fighting and resisting isnt going to help you he told the girl sternly, hoping she would keep quiet and not struggle too much. The sound of approaching sirens caused him to look up in the rearview mirror and soon the scene behind them was lit up with police lights. He continued on and once at the far end of the block, Declan turned on his headlights and calmly drove away from the scene. The cold-blooded killer thought about driving over to New Jersey and finishing off the girl in an abandoned warehouse in Secaucus or in some remote tract of land in Westfield. He quickly decided against it, at least for now. He couldnt risk the girl causing a big scene at any of the bridge or tunnel toll booths. Besides, if the girl had seen him, there was a fair chance someone else had seen him and his car. Fuck. With the advent of homeland security, there had been a beefed up law enforcement presence at of all tunnels and bridges leading into and out of Manhattan. If they had been alerted, they would be on the lookout for his car. Leaving the city, at least for now, was out of the question. The safest location at the moment was his place, but it probably wasnt a good idea at all to bring her there. Declan didnt have much choice so he was going to have to bite the bullet and deal with it. He would decide what to do with the female once he had gotten her and himself safely to his place. Declan reached over and grabbed the back of the girls neck and forced her head down into her lap. Close your eyes and keep quiet! he ordered. He didnt want her to see where they were going, just in case.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Ariadne fell into the car and barely stopped herself from slamming her head into the center console between the front two seats. She straightened herself and quickly tried to climb out again, but he had shut the door, and he quickly came around into his seat and locked all the doors. The fear of getting killed shut her up for the moment. He had been about to kill her. It seemed he didn't have any qualms about it. Ariadne pulled her seat belt on and stayed as far away from the man as she could. She shook and trembled with fear, but she didn't make a sound. She was pressed up against the door. She looked back at the crime scene, and she saw all of the police lights and the silhouettes of people. She whimpered quietly and waited as her kidnapper slowly and calmly drove away. Ariadne tensed when he grabbed onto the back of her neck. She glanced over at him just before he forced her head down. She whimpered and put her hands on the back of her head. She bit her lip and stayed down like that, staring at her lap. After a few minutes, she shifted slightly. Where are you taking me? she asked. She wanted to know what was in store for her.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Just shut the fuck up and keep your head down, bitch! Im not telling you again, Declan told her angrily as he drove his car through Manhattans famous meat-packing district with all its hip and trendy night clubs and restaurants. He continued holding her head down in her lap as he turned down a side street and pulled up to the large metal door of a warehouse building. Declan then opened his window and punched some numbers into the security keypad mounted on the wall. After a brief moment, the large metal door slid open automatically and Declan drove the Audi into the private garage of his multi-million dollar loft apartment. He waited for the garage door to close completely behind him before releasing hold of the girls head and letting her up. Declan then got out of the car, tucked his jammed gun into his waistline, grabbed the redhead by the arm along with her bag and yanked her out of the car as roughly as he had thrown her in. Lets go, Red, he told her as he led her to the large cargo elevator which took them up. The cargo elevator eventually came to a halt and opened up to Declans 2.6 million dollar abode - a split level Lower Manhattan loft. The main level was one large contiguous space which looked as though it were designed for entertaining guests. A large state-of-the-art kitchen melded into a sprawling living area complete with plush leather seating, an entertainment center consisting of a wall-mounted 66 flat screen television and a Bose 14.4 stereo surround sound system. Past the full bar was a computer work station with multiple close-circuit security television screens showing views of the outside door, the garage and the cargo elevator. Beyond the workstation was an area with various exercise and weight-lifting equipment as well as a mini dojo. Behind the dojo was a secret door which led to a separate area which housed the various tools his trade. Crossing the threshold of his home, Declan led the young woman over by the kitchen, pulled out a thick roll of duct tape from a drawer and placed it along with his gun and the young womans bag on the center counter. He then unceremoniously began patting her down searching for any weapons she might happen to have. The last thing he needed was to get maced in his own apartment by some chic who had seen his face and witnessed one of his hits then have her escape.
Thread: Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

Ariadne tensed when he spoke to her. He had a tone to his voice that just demanded obedience, and she was afraid to disobey. Afraid to disobey the man with the gun. She kept her head down, not liking his hand holding her down. She would've told him she would stay down, but he had already told her to shut up. So, she bit her lip and stayed silence. Ariadne heard him punch in something in what she thought to be a keypad, then some large doors started to slide open. She felt the car lurch forward, and then his hand left her head. She took that as a sign that she could look, and she raised her head. He was quickly at her door and unceremoniously yanking her out. She stumbled along in silence and waited. When the doors opened, Ariadne was amazed at what she saw. She tried not to show the fascination on her face. This place was better than anything she'd be able to get, even if she saved every single penny she made her entire life. She glanced over at him. He must make a lot of money as an assassin, a hitman, whatever he was. Ariadne looked over nervously at the ducttape on the counter. If she could only get her bag, she had a couple textbooks in there. She could use them as weapons. She flinched when he patted her down. The only thing I ever carry on me is my phone, and you shattered that against a wall, she said, then bit her lip. Would he take offense to that? She glanced at him nervously. She watched as his hands ran over her dark green shirt and khaki pants, her work uniform. She didn't trust this man at all. She gritted her teeth carefully.