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Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

RE Tea House The contrast between the brash and loud soldiers, and the beautifully elegant geisha made the Tea House a rather loud and exciting place. There was no shame in laughin aloud, taking a Geisha on your lap and hollering with your soldiers, your war brothers. Yet for Sanada, the world had frozen and chilled. Time had stopped, no, slowed enough that he could not see or hear anyone around him. His eyes fixated, his skin flushed in goosebumps and his heart sank to his stomach. They were not being attacked, nor did any catastrophy happen. No, on the other hand, it was just when she walked in. His eyes caught sight of her and everything went into overdrive from then on out. Make up or no make up, she stood out like a diamond between polished rocks. The way she moved and the way their eyes hooked for a few brief seconds, he tumbeled down into the neverending hole of infatuation. She seemed to float across the floor, perhaps her skin was too divine to touch common ground, or perhaps she was an angel and this was all happening in his head. That was a thought that was quickly interrupted, as one of his friends suddenly snapped him out of his trance with a nudge to the shoulder. Sanada! We've been talking to you for a minute now man, pay attention! The soldier laughed it off and continued talking, yet Echizen just nodded and kept staring at the Geisha that caught his eye. He fought fiercly to rip his eyes away, not wanting to seem rather forward or abrupt, yet there he was unable to move his head. Luckily, he didn't have to suffer for long as she made her way to their table and began talking to the soldiers. Still in awe, Sanada could not yet speak. That was a blessing in disguise, because who knew what he would say if his voice was working. She told them her name, and smiled so beautifully. He was hooked, and she must have been abnormal. There was no way he could feel so strongly about someone so quickly, not without some sort of magic or alchemy. His body was shocked with electricity when all the infatuation subsided, jolting him into finally speaking and making his presence more prominent. She would be the first to be...taken away, if he'd let that happen. If he stayed quiet, another would take her, and that was not an option. I'll protect you. He finally spoke, looking straight at her. His tone was not a joking one nor did he laugh it off afterwards like his friends, no. There was a soothing genuineness in his words, so much so that the table stopped laughing and went quiet at his words. A few guys smirked, and another whistled, yet his expression did not change. It was not a flirt, nor a joke, but rather an instant expression of the urges he felt so suddenly. He needed to know who she is, he needed to touch her, have her, own her.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

RE Tea House Oh? You would protect me? You must be strong and righteous, Nozomi murmured, staring with eyes that glittered in the lights. Some of the soldiers knew not to touch Geisha without their express permission as they were not common girls, but some of the men had to be scolded. They were artisans, entertainers - not whores. However, she knew that none of them would try to cross a line with her, but she did cast a glance at a young Maiko who was being bothered and the soldier pulled his hand away instantly from the girl's outstretched arm as she tried to pour tea without spilling it. She understood the need for drink and company, but the latter would not be given in the way that their purses wanted. She didn't have a problem saying so. You soldiers are brave for your services, but know that our services are of the arts, not of the flesh and I hope you are gentlemen enough to know the difference as we try to give you comfort in the ways we have been taught, She emphasized her point with a small smile and raised brows. One of the Geisha to her left gave a small gasp but Nozomi would not have it. They were not playthings and any man who forgot that would quickly be disgraced from all the teahouses in the district. She would personally see to it. Pouring another soldier some tea, who's hands shook while holding his cup, she cast him a small smile. I would love to hear of some of your stories. Men of experience such as yourselves usually have the best ones, even when you are so young.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

RE Tea House Sanada sat quietly in a way that made him stand out in-between all the soldiers surrounding him. Setting aside the three words he'd spoken to her, he had said little else. His friends would yell and burst in laughter, from cheering each other and commenting on the Geishas. Yet here he was, still looking at her. His heart sank for a few moments as an ill feeling gripped his chest. He took a moment to diagnose himself as he was trained to do, yet this was no physical illness. He took his eyes away from her, and the feeling was gone, her put them back and the feeling returned. He did not know how to react to this, and eventually his thought process was broken when Nozomi begam to speak about Geisha ettiquette. His friends, all around him began nodding and laughing along with her little smile, assuring her with words such as Don't worry about it. and Just trust us.. Yet he knew what the guys were here for. To them, this was simply a classier place to get your needs fulfilled. A place where they have an ego-driven competition, who can woo the Geisha and take her to bed first. Yet it was not so for him, not when it came to her. He noticed his friends all had their attention on the person next to them, or a geisha serving them tea. His eyes crawled back up to set their gaze back on Nozomi and his chest had to suffer through the feeling again. Yet he was a soldier, luckily for him composure was the main and upmost trait emphasized in the Japanese army, so he wouldn't seem a complete ditz. He raised his empty tea cup in the air lightly, making sure it was in her direction so she would approach him. He looked around one more time to look at what his friends were doing, all of them too caught up to even pay attention if he'd slapped them across the head right now. He turned his head back, and watched Nozomi as she made her movements. And what is your story?...what are these ways of giving comfort that you were taught, Geisha.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

RE Tea House This one...this one gripped her like no other had in her life. This soldier...they had called him Sanada? She mused that name over in her head before she watched his motion for tea and heard his words. She moved over by his side, smiling at a soldier who moved out of the way for her. Settling next to him, she poured him tea before looking up at him from under her lashes. I am the younger sister of one of the most famed Geisha in the district, but my story is typical, at least the one I tell... She gave him a smile, almost secretive before she adjusted her position and watched as one of the young Maikos rose with her two fans to start a dance. A hush fell over the soldiers as her big sister took up her instrument to strum out the beat for her. It was a shamisen, which had three strings on it. The tea house lights changed to accommodate the mood for the dance. She only slightly leaned towards the soldier to offer her words on their customs. We are taught to dance and play the shamisen. Some of us sing, some of us tell poetry, and some of us paint. We are entertainers and artists. Our bodies are a canvas while our art is the brush in which we paint our stories. And what of you, soldier? What is your story?
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

RE Tea House He watched her come to him like an angel descending from the Heavens to land at his feet. He stopped a moment to go over how cliche the thought was, yet there was no other way explanation that came to mind. It might have been overused yet it was rarely true. In this case, it was more than that. Her beauty was beyond him, and beyond all others around her. Her voice alone was soft and genuine, yet mysterious all together. He pushed his chair back when she sat next to him, making sure it tilted towards her so she would be facing him rather than the side of the chair. He pulled next to her as close as their bodies would allow, tilting his body against her so that their whispers would not disrupt the dance that erupted in the Tea House. He paused everything around him so he could listen to her, his mind blocking out all other sounds and thoughts so he could focus on her and her alone. He smiled lightly at what she asked him, but more-so at what she said. His head leaned to the side so his lips trailed up her cheek and against her ear, making sure his words are both hushed and enticing. I see...but as famous as she is, your sister is not the one I'm interested in... He paused for a moment, letting his words flow and his breath touch her skin, before leaning his head back just lightly to continue, his eyes locked onto her own. I...I have a duty to die in this war. If it is in service to my country than I have no regrets...no one to leave behind. They may all laugh...my brothers here...but they all have things to lose. I am yet to find something so...gorgeous, to hold on to.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

A soldier's duty isn't to die in battle but to fight for victory in war...It is honorable to die on the battlefield for your country, but duty is a different story... She replied softly, her cheeks lightly pinked under her make up. He had leaned so close to speak, his lips whisper soft against her skin but she had held her composure steady even as his breath had touched her sensitive skin and ears. She had to fight not to reach up and touch the places he had with his mouth...to wipe the feeling away or trace it, she did not know. Her eyes took in his serious features, his kind but almost cold eyes. It was almost like he was searching for salvation in her gaze but she didn't have any of that. She had none for even herself. She was a Geisha. She didn't live for her own desires even with her independence. That was the only salvation she had and yet it still came at a price that someone else paid for. She wasn't truly free. Much like a soldier of war. Soldiers have special skills, yes? Much like artisans, they have their own specialties to help with war. What might yours be? I doubt you are but a humble soldier. She smiled at him gently, casting her eyes away with a soft blink of her lashes as she poured tea for him. He had barely drank his, but she needed the distraction and hoped the holding the tea pot would steady her mind even as it steadied her hands.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

And at what cost do you think Victory comes, beautiful Geisha? He smiled in answer to her statement, yet a slightly sad smile at that. I suppose us soldiers can rest easy in death knowing that we left this life honorably, for our country...yet I feel that there is much in life I am still yet to discover, yet to feel and touch... He emphasized those last two words just a little, making sure his eyes were dead set on her own when they left his lips. The more he looked at her, the more enticing she was. Her posture was so elegant, yet her voice and mannerisms were so...inviting. As she struggled to hold composure and distract herself, he struggled to maintain his own. He was not barbaric, nor would he simply treat her like a lesser man would. No, he knew how things worked. The Geisha chose, the Geisha had all the power in her hands...and he tried ever so restlessly to have her choice fall on him. There was an unknown attraction gripping him to the woman at his feet. It was not just beauty that stood her apart from the others around her, but she was more...captivating in a sense he could not understand. He watched her lift herself up and pour his tea for him, filling the cup to it's brim once more. It made him smile lightly and gave him an ever fleeing feeling of comfort, as if he was tended for with the greatest of hands. He picked up his cup so he would not disappoint her, and brought it to his lips for a drink. My specialty... He paused a moment, making sure to grasp her attention as his body twisted so he could look at her once more, isolated in their own bubble of attraction from the people around them. I fly planes...the youngest Rikugun Shi in the Japanese force, actually. I lead Kamikaze planes into battle. If I have to. He paused at that, and the reason for his sad smiles was finally revealed. If the situation demanded it, he would be on a plane with chance of it's return. His eyes never really strayed from her own as he spoke, more interested in her reaction to what he said. Perhaps it would crack the armor of composure worn by a Geisha, perhaps it would have her steal him away from the rest of the men.
Thread: Tea House [Rave and Hahvy]

Victory always comes at whatever cost the person trying to obtain it will charge, which could mean hundreds or thousands of lives all for the sake of winning, she replied, looking pensive as she spoke. This man was getting under her skin even more so than her danna did, and that was saying something. Her danna didn't demand monogamy from her, just as she knew better than to ask for such a thing from him, but they knew the consequences of not being safe and she had already had to go the doctor twice within the past year to take care of...something. She did not want to have to suffer another one of those episodes again. Yet her body craved what this other man could provide a moment of escape from all responsibilities and lack of freedoms. However, could she really drop her guards and her way of life for a moment with this man who could so easily cast her aside as nothing more than a memory knowing that she would have to do the same? Was it worth it? Again, she fought with herself while nothing showed on her painted face. Looking at him now, she felt his sadness, his loneliness and the mirror that showed he was much like her they had duties and responsibilities they did not want in order to survive. That is very impressive yet sad. I am kept safe here and know not the horrors of battle but I will offer prayers for you and your company. She said, ignoring the warmth in her stomach from his coyness. He was sly, this one, speaking signals that if she so chose to be with him later this night, he would not disappoint. But she couldn't...she knew in her heart that she couldn't entangle them both in a web of lies just for a night of pleasure. It was not the Geisha way.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Marc was sitting in the back of the black car with tainted windows between two of his father's bodyguards, or walking closets as he liked to call them. They had just came to pick him up on his fathers order. Not that had been so strange since his father, a well known politician and now running for governor, had always send his goons to pick him up when he wanted his son for something. The rest of the time he didn't even hear from him, leaving him to do whatever he wanted. But apparently today he was needed. Yet there was something strange, usually if he was summoned to his father, he at least needed to wear normal clothes, preferably a nice suit. But now they just plucked him off the street while he was wearing a long dress, his specially ordered blonde wig to cover his short black hair and a bit of makeup to accentuate his blue eyes. Looking past one of the guards, he noticed they had left the city. Raising one eyebrow he looked at them. Where are you taking me? Aren't we going to see my father? He asked but no answer. After an hour drive, they stopped at a large single house where he was dragged inside and pushed inside of the entrance hall, the door locking behind him, no idea why he was even there or what would happen to him.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

The only sound in the house was what sounded like a whip hitting meat and a sharp scream. The sound would lead to a man wearing a simple crimson robe red silk hugging his large form easily. The man was tall at least 6' 8, white blond hair, and dark blue eyes. His musculature was large, but still nimble like someone who swam or fenced opposed to someone who did steroids or just lifted weights. However the true sight was what was in front of him. A woman a latex gimp mask on her face, her legs spread wide she was suspended in the air by her hands. Her arousal was obvious in the firelight of the room. With a single particularly sharp blow of the whip in his hands she screamed and visibly came her juiced coating the floor. The man turned to him dropping the whip, s the woman sagged in her bindings, he moved towards him in no way threateningly but still carrying an air of power. He smirked at the bitch, saying So your the governor's little mistake the thing he wants taught a lesson on how and when to behave? Thomas smirked, grabbing the boy by his hairs a firm enough grip to reach under the wig. He forced the boy into a hard kiss his tongue too skilled, it was obvious he more than knew what he was doing as he showed the bitch why he was always in charge. His massive dick, covered only by the robe rubbed lightly but' firmly at the sissy's own covered crotch.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Marc was about to stand up, tell he wouldn't be talked too like that by a strange man, no matter how handsome he might look. But he never got a chance to it because there suddenly was a mouth on top of his and a tongue pushed inside his mouth. Even if he wanted to resist, the tongue was twirling around and playing with his that it felt so good. He automatically started to kiss back with passion. And more so when he felt the huge cock rubbing against his own smaller one. He even started to moan inside the strangers mouth before he realized what was happening. As best as he could, he pulled his head backwards and started to push against the man's muscular chest, which felt really good under his hands. Stop this! Let me go! who do you think I am!
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Thomas back handed the Sissy, as he said, I know who you are slut, your father sent you to me to be dealt with he's tired of the shame and filth you bring to the family so I'm going to train you to be a proper family secret. Thomas looked at the Sissy letting his foot rest on the bitches testicles but also rub at them he said Will you be a good little slut or will I have to beat respect into you?
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

When he got hit by the back of the large hand, Marc fell down, his lip bleeding. There were even tears in his eyes when he looked up while the huge male explained that his father had sent him here, wherever here was. Train me? He asked before suddenly he felt a foot being pushed down on his balls. Whining in pain, he tried to back away but the foot kept him in place. I'm no slut. I'm no secret. He cried out in pain since he didn't feel the rubbing he was getting. please get your foot off me. please... he begged, crying out in pain.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Thomas laughed reaching out he ripped the dress from the Sissy's body. Rubbing his tiny cock with his heel through the panties the boy wore he shook his head Fucking disgusting you call this tiny fucking thing a cock? The man chuckled, This is a real cock bitch. He moved his robe aide, showing a massive hardon. 12 inches long and s fat as a wrist. It dripped with precum.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Marc was still whining and begging when suddenly his pretty dress got ripped off him. This made him whine and cry even some more, especially since he now could feel the heel rubbing over his cock with a lot less fabric between them. my dress, my beautiful dress.... He cried out. but when the man suddenly told him what a real cock would be like and he opened his rob, Marc couldn't help but gasp as he started at the huge monster standing hard between the man's legs. He never had seen something that big.
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Thomas laughed at the little Sissy saying About time you shut the fuck up, now tell e slut do you like my big fat cock? The man laughed saying, This big dick is going in your ass or your mouth decide which one first, and beg for it, and if you try and run, or scream or hide, I'm gong to take you in the ass without lube understand bitch?
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Marc couldn't believe what he was seeing. there was no way in hell that such a thing could be real. Therefore he decided this was all a dream, a really bad dream. But he would wake up any moment and he would be laying home in his bed and nothing would be wrong. Yet nothing happened, he still was laying on the ground, staring up at the massive cock in front of him. This can't be happening, this can't be real. I'm a important senator's son and you can't do this to me. I will have nothing of this. he said, trying to keep his mind together
Thread: Training a sissy. (ThomasRHellsing x nevyn)

Thomas ground his heel into the bitch's balls.Looking at him he said, Shut the fuck up your father is tired of you humiliating him, so he's signed you over to me I'm to either teach you how to behave, or kill you the end result is yours now are you going to be a good little bitch? Thomas stroked his massive ember as he looked at the Sissy. Precum dripping from his hard throbbing member. He said Choose which hole it's going in bitch or I will.
Thread: Teaching sis a lesson  (KrisBeta x Nevyn)

Amanda Carrick, or Amy for her friends, was on her way home. The huge luxury apartment she shared with her twin sister. Somewhere she didn't want to be at the moment, but she needed to get cleaned up after a customer had poured his milkshake over her because she slapped him in the face. He deserved it though for him grabbing her ass when she was serving his food. Though that wasn't the worst part of it, she gotten fired because that had been the third incident that month. Now Amy had to go home and call her dad to say she also needed some money. Something Erryn probably would make fun off. Sighing she put her key in the lock and opened the door. I'm home! Going to take a shower! She yelled.
Thread: Teaching sis a lesson  (KrisBeta x Nevyn)

Erryn lounged on the couch in her underwear, a pair of boy-shorts and a lacy bra. She had the tv remote in one had, the channel turned to some mindless reality show, and a drink from the mini-bar she'd insisted their apartment have in the other. Sipping her drink she smirked when her sister yelled that she was going to take a shower. Somebody mess you up again Amy? She replied, amusement with her sister's predicament clear in her voice. She took a sip of her drink, not really paying attention to her show much anymore. After all, Amanda was home now so she could torment her some. She'd have to wait for her to get out of the shower though.
Thread: Teaching sis a lesson  (KrisBeta x Nevyn)

Hearing the amusement in her sisters voice, Amy let out a long sigh before stepping under the hot stream of water. You always here how twins look so much a like in both looks and personality, that their best friend is their twin. And it would be even more special for identical twins. And no matter how much her and her sister looked alike they were just as different in personalities as in eye color. Sometimes she wondered what if she had been more like Erryn and then shuddered at the thought and hoped that one day someone would teach her that not everything she wants, get's thrown in her lap. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and went towards the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. Yeah, some guy grabbed my ass, I slapped him and he gave me his chocolate milkshake all over me. Not to mention the fact that I didn't let my ass get groped at got me fired. she said as she sat down next to her sister.