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Thread: Moonbrooke Asylum (Lynnesta & Deviant)

Oh my, look at me, how unprofessional... said Lili abruptly, her hands falling away from the girls chest and instead reaching into her pocket to reveal a small sound recorder, which she promptly turned on and set on the stool beside the examination chair. Doctor Masterson, commencing check up on newest patient, physical stimuli to breasts proves beneficial, subject is... Lili let a small girlish growl fall from her plump lips, ...responsive. she said with a devilish grin, Moving to lower regions... She continued as she slid around the chair and pulled up a second stool so that she could sit down by the girls feet. With the press of a button the chair Lynn sat on buzzed to life, and the portions in which her legs were attached, abruptly slid apart. Within a few moments the girls legs were spread wide, allowing ample room for her doctor to scoot her stool forward and sit comfortably between her thighs. For the sake of knowledge, we will begin clothed, to gauge the effect skin to skin has compared to stimuli through fabric. She continued, her hand sliding down the inside of the girls thigh and gently grazing over her covered slit, Subject is arroused, surprising amount of liquid already present... She continued as her fingers began carefully sliding across her covered lower lips, teasing them expertly through her panties. Clearly the girls initial diagnoses of nymphomania was for good reason.
Thread: Moonbrooke Asylum (Lynnesta & Deviant)

U..Unprof- She was cute off though as she found Lili pulling those hands away, her poor breasts aching and throbbing for attention under their nylon cover. Oh she flushed, cheeks burning so red as the woman pulled up that recorder and turned it on, before sitting it down. She realized now that the woman was going to use this against her, to further prove her nymphomania. Oh that delicious little growl, those plump lips, and the look on Lynn's face..N..no..! I..It wasn't respo- L..Lower... Oh she shook her head, trying to move, struggling in her bindings before she found Lili sitting in between her legs. And then there was a click, one that startled the girl, her so adorably groaning as her legs were forced apart- wide apart, her aching, engorged cunt easily put on display as she listened to that stool slide in between her delicious thighs. D..Doctor! Th..this is wrong.. But already more examinations and comments were being added to Lynn's poor audio tape, the girl treating her like nothing more than a patient. The gentle crazing to her slit made her so loudly moan, those panties dipping into her slightly and the feeling of the silky material torturing her, more words were shared, but as she became more lustful and hungry, they seemed to make less and less sense to her, her cute hips buckling as her noises so easily filled the room. Her so desperately crying out, but it was becoming harder and harder for Lynn to struggle against the Doctor as she got to work, the sick, poor girl was enjoying this!
Thread: Moonbrooke Asylum (Lynnesta & Deviant)

Notable response to minimum stimuli, for the sake of confirmation, increasing stimuli via direct stimulation to clitoris. she responded, her fingers instantly and expertly finging that oh so sensitive nub hidden beneath her panties, singling it out and massaging it in quick, firm little circles. Simultaneously her thumb dipped down and pressed inward against her entry, and she began tracing short circle against her entrance at the same time. She remained silent, but those big blue eyes of hers flicked up devilishly, a thin smirk crossing her lips as she toyed with the girl while recording...
Thread: Moonbrooke Asylum (Lynnesta & Deviant)

No..no.. Oh she desperately tried to scream, to cry out, but those fingers only dipped and pushed into her poor, sensitive clitoris. Each massage, each firm little twist of those fingers making her cry out, buckling in place and closing her eyes in embarrassment, degradation so quickly overcoming her every feature as her moans, her lovely little noises so hotly filled that room. It wasn't long until she was so lightly sweating in her excitement, those circles, those teasing massages at her clit making her lose her mind in the pleasure, she only helplessly played into Lili's little game, a sudden rush of pleasure, a sudden torrent of excitement forcing her insides to clench up, before horrifically she found herself so loudly squealing, crying out as she hit an orgasm, her smell only so thickly growing in the room as that pink panties quickly became a mess of her own excitement, of that thick arousal that was overturning her senses, her lips quivering, her eyes forced shut, she could only play toy the woman, and lose herself in her passionate yet scientific attention.
Thread: Moonbrooke Asylum (Lynnesta & Deviant)

Almost the second Lynn climaxed, Lili pulled her fingers away and just enjoyed the show. Her pretty little project straining against her bindings as the first orgasm of thousands was inflicted upon her. Lili enjoyed every moment of it, savoring the scent, the sight and the sound of the girls first climax...she really would enjoy forcing countless more from the girl if they were all even slightly as entertaining as this one. Lili let the girl come down from her high, then reached over toward the recorder, First session complete, will add summary and diagnoses at later time. she said plainly before pressing the button and ending the recording, Lili leaned back into her chair and scooted forward a bit more and casually crossed her arms across the girls abdomen, resting her chin on her forearm and gazing up at the girl. Now that you were nice enough to put on that little show, we can really enjoy ourselves. Her voice was softer, smoother and more seductive again, she had switched off her persona and assumed her true state again it seemed. How should I start? Theres oh so many things I want to do...it's really hard to pick one! She exclaimed playfully, Would you like to pick? I'm sure that perverted little head of yours is swimming with things you'd like to feel right about now right?
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Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama Rollo couldn't help but be taken by surprise in her beauty and demeanor. She had to know what would happen to anyone the raiders found in the castle. Yet she stood here, though shyly casting her eyes down, there was a determination in her that would not have been defeated if he had taken her here and now. Her body would yield under him, but not her spirit. Something about that caused a flash of memory to pass before his eyes. The determination to not lose, to rise out of the depths and come back and reclaim power and position. Siggy had wanted that, wanted it for him, at the time Rollo could barely see outside of his own despair and blindly followed Ragnar and his dreams. Rollo had dreams once, younger and more thirsty for raiding he had learned to revel in the pleasures of it. A soul unbound, taking what you could without restraint. It was a freedom of the soul that allowed him to feel alive when the rest of him had gone numb. Siggy had brought life back to him, only her death had brought back the melancholy that had taken over part of his life. Now, this woman of light brought a smile to his face. Flush with battle and desire for plunder, or for a woman, she stood before him a bearing of something in her that made him pause. The set of her shoulders, the head, it all made him think she was more than just another servant. She made him pause, and he did not know why, the gods were mysterious. The prophecy came back to him at that moment, dancing naked on the beach the seer had said. Rollo smiled and walked easily up to her, the sounds of pillage outside continued. I don't speak it often, but I learned from a monk, the words came hard at first then flowed smoother as he talked. One of your christian monks, he taught my brother and me. A smile crept on his face, taught it to us monsters. Looking down at her, the deep eyes caught him. Reminded him of Siggy, the voice though, the singing was like the gods and he yearned to hear it again. A chuckle ran through him as he could not help but smile at her, you do not fear me. Who are you? Do you rule here?
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama I wasn't stupid. I'd heard the stories. All of the tales about Vikings were gory, dramatic, and unsettling. Described as the most savage of beasts - these men were notorious for violence. And that violence did not fall short of women. Men were killed, and woman were raped. That was the moral of every old folk tale of these infamous savages. They took what they wanted - and it was also gold and sex. I was no fool. I knew that if I came to face one, my lithe figure and bright green eyes would not spare me from ravaging. Yet here I stood, in front of one of the most savage beasts of them all - and I was standing... not laying beneath him. As you took a step forward towards me, my heart skipped a beat and certainly not in the romantic way. My stomach inflated into my throat like a bloated fish and I could barely breathe. This was it. The more you approached, the harder it would be to fight you if you were to put your hands on me. I stood no chance. Absolutely none. But something surprised me. Your steps, they came to a stop. Your demeanor was not vicious, or aggressive. Your movements were slow, and your eyes soft. My big olive-colored eyes peered into yours as you stood tall over my small figure. Nothing. Not even the lift of a finger. There was a sense of surprise that could be seen in my eyes, but even more so a sense of caution. But I found myself becoming lost in your eyes. The eyes I once feared to look upon, now became the most comforting of gazes. A small smile pulled at my cheeks as you embraced the label I had given to your people. Still gazing up, my lips parted and I answered confidently, No. Almost swooning over your accented words, I continued, I fear no one. That wasn't as much of a lie as it sounded, as I feared many things but it was never usually a person. I do not rule. I paused my eyes drifting downward with my words as I turn around to face the window once more. But I should. Peeking over my shoulder, I gave a smug witty smile. My name... I started, pausing for a brief moment as I turned back around to face you. ... is Daralis . Thinking quickly, I was unsatisfied with its blandness and decided to fancy my title. Daralis of Kent, and daughter to the ruler of Mercia King Coenwulf. Although I made my status appear higher than it was without context, I was not lying. And you... monster ? I took several steps forward truly cemented my stance directly in front of you. There was a cheeky twinkle in my eyes as I grinned and joked. My body lay just inches before you. What is your name?
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama Monster? Aye, he growled in good humor as he stepped closer. Rollo turned his head down to look at her to test that name on his lips. Daralis, the name sounded good, he rolled it around on his tongue again. Looking down into those amused eyes, the title filling his ears and forgotten. These people so loved their titles and relations that it was almost amusing. Though when Rollo heard the name of King Coenwulf that gave him a momentary pause, hiding it away for the moment to consider later. A slight discomfort slipped through him as he noticed the smell of blood, noticing through the sides of his eyes that he was covered in the blood of his enemies, it always itched as it dried. Next to her he did look the monster, large and savage and covered in blood. As the rush and exultation of taking the castle began to fade he felt the calm afterwards, saying a quick prayer to Odin as he stood closer to the woman dressed in white. Raising a hand up, tilted that face to look up at him. Locking her eyes and face with his own saw a strength behind those eyes, behind the bearing that he had missed in a woman. Fearing no one is good, fearing death is better. With a motion as quick as a snake his mouth was down to hers. His lips locked over her own, touching them softly at first then with more passion as he held the face up to him. Fingers on her jaw, light but firm, as his own desires rose as he could smell her. Fresh like a field, unspoiled, the white like a sail waiting for its sigil. Soft skin rested against him, a slight shiver passing through her body as he touched only her lips, feeling everything in that kiss. Daralis was a beauty and a voice that he could truly treasure. Pulling back, a toothy smile showing in the beard, you kiss well for the daughter of a king. She was there before him, ready to ravage. He could take her, despoil her, rip the pearls from her hair. A hand reaching up to stroke the woven hair and beads that gleamed within. The thought entertained him for a moment, I am Rollo, he answered her as he enveloped her with his arms for another, longer kiss.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama I listened to your words closely, and carefully. Your voice was heavily accented, yet you spoke well - better than I could have ever imagined. At best, I would have expected a word or two, but not full sentences. This was all beginning to feel like a dream. For one, I wasn't dead. I was very much alive, in fact I felt more alive than I ever had before. I had envisioned blood everywhere my own blood. Yet here I stood, in one piece with all my limbs, and the only blood I could smell was the blood of enemies on your chest. Which was, by the very second, becoming more and more endearing. If I feared death, I would not be standing here before you, now, would I? A soft smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. My bright olive-colored eyes beamed as I looked at you. Never had I been so attracted to a male - but I was smitten. I was surprised by every word you spoke, and every little movement you made. I found myself lost in your eyes as you leaned forward, and your hand softly brought my chin closer to you. For the first time since my birth, I felt free. Without hesitation, I allowed your mouth to press against my own completely embracing the kiss I had barely expected, but immensely desired. I sunk into your lips like my own were melting. When the kiss ended, and our mouths parted, a smile emerged. I was smitten. You kiss well... for a monster . I joked, as I was trying to be charming. I felt myself drawn to you again, and didn't think twice about kissing you again. This time, though, our embrace was interrupted by a loud scream. Rollo! Someone was calling. Where are you hidingggggggg? The words were nearly slurred, but I understood none of it as it was not English. It became evident that there was some sort of party or celebration on the floors bellow. I could already smell the ale, mixed with the stench of sweat. Someone was stumbling to the room. Pulling back slightly and looking down, my dream was coming to an end. I was suddenly realizing that even if one Viking let me live, what is the rest did not. They are calling for you, Rollo. I said softly, with a hint of disappointment in my voice. I trailed my hand down your muddy arm, only to join my palm with yours. Looking to you for answers, I whispered, What should I do?
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

My eyes fell upon your coarse hands as they examined my own. Although my fingers were thin, and delicate, they were not as soft as they should be for a princess. Softer than a bear-man, certainly, but not as soft as the finest, most virginal maiden of the Anglo kingdoms. For a moment, my heart began to race wondering if such a fine detail would be noticed among a man of such brute force. The entire Kentish kingdom once mocked the intelligence of the Norse - stating they were all muscle but no brains, yet here I was with ravaging being, with sweat forming at my temples, whether you'd be cunning enough to raise concern over my laboring hands. You were smart, there was no doubt about it. If you were as monstrous as they said, you would have mindlessly raped me repeatedly without question, and then bludgeoned me with your own mighty hands. Yet here I stood, with a man as kind as to curl his fingers within my own. A man with such refined kindness emitting from his dark brown eyes. I was smitten - more so than I had ever been before. I smiled against your lips as they touched my own. Breaking the kiss gently, I was still smirking. Maybe the snake I have to worry about is you . My charming grin was promising. I was not being serious, I was trying to be flirtatiously, and cheeky. As you pulled me close to you by the tub, I didn't resist. I chuckled playfully allowing your arm to coil around my small frame. Through blood and water. Thick and thin. I nodded lightly as you told me to remain by your side. As you continued about a kingdom, I gave out a hesitant hum. Mmmm... Thinking about it, I made a doubtful expression, though I was still smiling. Not this one. I rejected that notion, Not these lands. Running my hand down the side of your face, I gave a single stroke of your beard as I looked into your eyes. I dream of adventure... Pulling from you after you kissed me once more, I smiled and leaned back. Your hand still in mine, I pulled you from the tub back to a standing position. ... I dream of battle. My grip softening in yours, I spun my body around as if to mimic dancing. My white gown twirled around my curves before I stopped my body among its spin. Snatching an empty bucket off the ground, I pathetically held it out like it was a weapon. Will you teach me? To fight? It was a sight to see. A delicate flower in a crouching, striking position holding up not an axe, nor a shield, but a hollow bucket. But I seemed so falsely confident. I had a challenging smile and bright eyes. I was eager to learn and eager to please.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Watching you burst out laughing at my swift but weak display of naive bravery, I couldn't help but smile. I was not to be offended, as I knew how ridiculous a woman looked holding up a bucket out of all items to the face of an expert fighter. To you, I was just a woman with an enthusiastic dream but to me, I had the potential to do anything, including kill another man. What!? I tried not to crack up laughing, but it was evident by the beaming smile on my face that I was attempting to stay serious, but failing miserably. Chuckling slightly, I took a breath to swallow any other laughter. You laugh now, but you will see. I gave a proud smile as you describe the hardships of war and battle. Mhm. I agreed. When you have nothing to lose, fear is just a dream. I listened to you closely, and didn't fight back as you took the bucket and tossed it to the side. My eyes followed it as it flew several feet before striking the ground. The loud clashing sound of the steel hitting the pavement did not phase me. Rather, I continued to smile as my eyes trailed back to focus on you. They followed you as your came around me and placed the dagger in my hands. I changed my attention, now, onto the blade in my palm, and your hand gripping my own around it. I sneaked in a quick peak of you over my shoulder as your body pressed against my backside. My smile diminished slightly, but out of curiosity of the blade and not out of disinterest. Charmed by your words and your movement, I smiled and allowed my body to remain limp in your arms. My body followed your movements as you moved hand and my arms. I chuckled lightly as we swayed as one. There are many ways to use this dagger. I insisted with a smile. Peeling my body from yours, I took the dagger in my hand alone and turned around to face you. Running my thumb over the handle, I looked down at it entranced by its power. Pausing, I gave a devlish grin as I kept a distance from you and began to circle you slowly. You laugh, but... you think I cannot do it...? Grinning, I began twirling the blade slowly over my fingers. Surely, I had held a knife before in my hands. Not a dagger, but a chef's blade. I was cook, that little information could be acquired simply by my familiarity with this knife. My delicate frame came full circle to face you again before stopping. There was a moment of silence as it appeared I was staring at you. In reality, my eyes were focusing on a target right behind you. Suddenly, I launched the dagger right for your head. The blade missed your cheek by barely an inch before it slammed against the wall behind you. The target? A painting of the great King Cuthred of Kent the man I loathed the most on this earth. The dagger stuck out of his figurative head sitting perfectly right between his two hollow eyes. Open your eyes, and you will see ... My voice sung in a low, lovely tune. ...All the things that can come to be. . Looking at the painting, I smiled. The feral look in my eyes like a lioness sighting an antelope in the distance.