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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Dec 16 2017, 05:02 PM Post #11 |
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The majyuu listened intently at the instructions that were being said, but for some reason it didn’t really click with her. So, they just have to chose a number and then they spin a wheel? To her, it seemed in credibly simple, but she couldn’t help but feel that she was being lied to. Or, could it be that they made it seem so simple so that they could throw her off? It kept her mind racing, trying to figure out what these people were planning, that she almost forgot to call out a number. Catching herself, she stumbled through her decision and flushed slightly for her behavior. “U-Umm! I-I’ll take t-three!” she declared by raising her hand and then quickly putting it away. The feeling of eyes on her and the rest of the participants made her very self-conscious. It immediately made her gaze fall to the ground as she gingerly placed a hand on her stomach. Ylva looked over at Spike for a little bit. Ever since Jappon, the lupine woman had wondered where he had been. She had missed his company, any company really. It had been incredibly lonely after she parted ways with both Motto and Spike due to circumstances. And even furthering the divide between herself and Motto afterwards. It had been a been so isolating since then, moving, adapting to having a child on the way, and finding a permanent place to call home because she had none. Seeing a familiar face made her happy and feel not so alone. Of course, she wished it was under different circumstances. Though, she was lucky to have Spike here. If anything, he was much more street-wise than she was and would certainly know if there was something fishy happening in this game. If need be, they might have to fight their way out of this establishment and she may have to use that terrible hatsu on everyone here… Hopefully, it wouldn’t have to resort to that. Anxiously, Ylva waited to hear which number Spike would choose, and then the real game would begin. |
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| Bug in a Bag | Dec 18 2017, 09:29 PM Post #12 |
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Spike's apprehension over this whole terrible situation went up a few notches just hearing the name of this high stakes game they had to play. 'Masters and Slaves' didn't exactly bring up good mental images, no matter how one spun it. Well, couple of sexy ways, but this evening didn't seem to be going that way. Then again, having three gorgeous women join the players present did make this game seem like it might actually be an orgy of fun....., at least until the losers got what was coming to them. "I'll go with five." The hunter stated flatly, letting out a sigh under his breath. No matter how this game turned out, he'd rather they go ahead and get it over with. Spike caught Ylva looking his way, quickly trying to throw a reassuring smirk her way before the first spin commenced. How well it might help her mental state was anyone's guess, but it was the best he could do without making for the exit with her in one hand and his pistol in the other. "Get on with it." |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Dec 22 2017, 05:57 PM Post #13 |
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The dealer nodded and gestured to the crowd. “All slots have been filled, time to spin the wheel!” With a flourish, she gave the roulette a turn and it’s black marble rolled and bounced. A powerful wave of nen swept through Ylva, Spike, and Eden as well as the over three women. It was neutral but concerning as no one else seemed to experience the intense sensation. Slowly, the ball came to a stop on red five. All eyes turned to Spike. “We have our first slave ladies and gentleman.” Excited chatter arouse while men and women alike exchanged glances. The gentleman with rich colored skin and foreign hair looked promising. One of the three tuxedoed women whispered something into another’s ear. The wheel was spinning again. The crowd turned to look at the red and black numerals and murmured about who the master might be. Several women continued to watch Spike as the marble plunked from divet to divet; wishing they had played. “Red two! Our second slave for the night! Yes yes, this game determines the roles of each pair for the next two hours..not much time you say? Think again. There is no limit as to what the Masters may command.” Applause. Gin. Smiles. Tuxedos. Nen. The blonde female who claimed the number two shifted her stance and crossed her arms. She winked at Spike. “Any saves to be used? Any saves? This is the only time I’ll remind you. Each one of you has a single save.. allowing you to exchange roles with another. You may use them until the final spin. After that, if you haven’t spent it, it’s gone.” The three women made no motion to save. |
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Dec 22 2017, 10:20 PM Post #14 |
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The wave of nen caught her off guard as she felt it sweep through her. Immediately, her hand went to her stomach in a protective way. It didn’t seem harmful, but she didn’t like surprises that could potentially spell trouble for her in the end. Keen eyes watched the marble spin on the roulette table. Landing on a red five, Ylva quickly looked to Spike, remembering that five had been his number. The urge to step in for him, to use her save on him, ran through her. As the second number was called out, the mayjuu felt that time was running out to do anything. The dealer reminded the players about the use of saves, making sure to express that each player only had one and must use them before the final spin. Not really understanding what that meant but knowing that time was slipping by, Ylva raised her hand. “I’ll take number five’s place.” To her, this seemed smart. Hopefully the first portion of this shit show of a “game” would start out light. That, and she was used to being someone’s play thing. It was something she had been subjected to for six months before being rescued by Motto and Spike. One more time playing this role couldn’t hurt and she’d make sure that her child wouldn’t be hurt by some ridiculous “Master” or whatever. Ylva was certain to come out of this alive with her child and also with Spike. “I will take number five’s place, please,” she reiterated, looking the dealer head on with intensity in her eyes. |
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| Bug in a Bag | Dec 26 2017, 09:40 PM Post #15 |
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Between the sweet stench of the bourbon drying into his tuxedo and the mild dread he felt gambling for his livelihood, Spike really wished another waitress had arrived with beverages for he and the other players. This longing for a drink doubled when his bad luck reared its head once again. Somehow it just seemed kinda right that'd he'd be the first person to be selected for slave duty. The sudden appearance of Nen from an unknown source was just as unwelcome as the thought of someone owning him, in a non-sexy way at least. The hunter grumbled under his breath as the table and the audience's attention was on him even briefly, quieting down when the second spin commenced. Having a second slave join him on the proverbial auction block was a bit of a surprise, as was the wink she sent his way. It seemed way more sinister than sexy. Spike was about to use the lull in the spins to ask about at least getting a drink before some two-hour long shenanigans took place, only for Ylva to catch him off guard with her save. His expression with from vague indignation to shock and dread while he turned to look at her, wondering what possessed to do that. The obvious answer was to prevent him from potentially being hurt, but she must've known he'd put her well-being over his own every time. His first thought was to use his save to rescue her from this risky situation, yet that ultimately seemed like a waste of their last collective defense, other than luck, between the two. "Thanks, but shouldn't have done that...." The hunter stated flatly, quickly returning to his serious game face. Things would only go worse if folks watching knew how invested he was in her care and safety at this point. There were definitely some sick bastards in this room, and having at least one potentially hostile Nen user in the area lowered the odds for a clean escape attempt substantially. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Dec 28 2017, 08:52 AM Post #16 |
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“Slave taken.” With a formal nod, the dealer gestured towards Ylva and there was a less enthusiastic applause from the spectators. Evidently they seemed to prefer the idea of Spike as a slave then the female server. More noteworthy were the creepy three; their devious grins a bit more obvious and one of them touched her wrists in a significant way. The other two laughed and the turned to watch as the wheel started to spin again. The ball landed on a red three. “No change.” The dealer sang out, and spun again. Ylva was already a slave. The wheel came to a creaking standstill again and the crowd applauded. “Black four, our first master. Master of three!” As she spoke, a pulse of dark nen pulsed through Ylva. It was a dominant force; enough to bring her to her knees. The beautiful stranger who owned her felt her own wave of power and laughed along with her two friends. And the wheel spun again. Laughter and applause as the little ball rolled. The crowd had forgotten all about the spilled drinks and the waitress’s dilemma. All eyes were on the game now. “Black six! Ladies and gentleman we have our second master! Master of two~.” From where he sat in the back room, Eden would experience a wave of dominant nen but it wouldn’t be enough to free him from his chair. Luckily for him, he’d been left to sit alone while his captors attended to more important matters. Meanwhile, the gorgeous blonde player winced as she was made a slave to him. Her friends stared at Spike with blank expressions and the dealer addressed the crowd again. “Only five and seven’s roles remain. The next spin will be only for a color, ONLY A COLOR. Black or red? Who is rich and who is dead? Let chance decide their fate!” Laughter reverberated throughout the entire room and the dreadful roulette clicking sounded once more. Black two. “Master! The final spin will determine who is who. Even numbers will belong to the lady while odd to the handsome sir~.” Again, the majority eyed Spike with interest and the wheel spun once more. Black three. A surge of force rushed through Spike; lending him considerable power. The Hunter was master to seven. “Save.” The blonde stated sweetly, followed by another sudden shift of nen within Spike Basquiat; this time it was a crushing force he could not withstand. “Good people I give you Masters and Slaves!” The dealer sang out grandly, “Four is master of three, beauty over beauty is what we see!” A general murmur rose as Ylva’s master strolled over and stood with her hips jut towards the former Kitty Cat employee. She smirked down at Ylva and hummed a note of satisfaction. “Six is Master of five, the mystery thrives..” Eden’s absence added to the intrigue while the large gathering began to disperse. Many were growing thirsty for their own private adventures, and the bar was calling. “Last but not least, Two is Master of seven, is this hell or is this heaven~?” The two beauties linked arms and grinned. Masters and Slaves
Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Dec 28 2017, 09:01 AM.
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Dec 28 2017, 10:21 AM Post #17 |
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A bitterness formed in the pit of Ylva’s stomach. The audience’s reply to her taking Spike’s place was something that she knew would most likely happen. It’s didn’t stop her from feeling how she felt about it, though. When Spike voices that she shouldn’t have used her save, the wolf mayjuu looked over at him with eyes full of determination. “I’ve been through hell before and I’m sure that I can take whatever they give me,” she said, voice unwavering, “I’ll be sure to protect my child. I’ll make sure of that.” The wolf was about to face forward, but a strong, dominating Nen washed over her and forced the lupine woman to the ground on her knees. She braced her impact with her hands, making sure to not injure her unborn child. It was such a dominating Nen that she couldn’t help but be given flashbacks of Demyan and how he had used his Nen on her. A low guttural growl came from the mayjuu as she stayed where she was while she placed herself in a kneeling position. The laughter from the woman who now owned her made her growl just a tad bit louder. How could they take such joy out of something like this? It was disgusting and after she survives this game, the wolf was going to look for work in a place where crap like this didn’t happen. Like a bakery or something. As she mulled around in her own thoughts, her attention was brought back to the game when everyone was assigned as either a Master or a Slave. It looked like Spike had been assigned to... Someone that wasn’t here. It was then that Ylva remembered that another man had come to her aid...was he the one that was assigned to Spike? She was curious about the situation but it looked like Ylva had her own situation to worry about. One of the three women came over to her and stood over her, obviously liking the position Ylva was in and that she was Master over her. Ylva wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, but waiting for the other shoe to drop was something that was eating away at her. What did this woman have in store for her? Why did she look so pleased to have Ylva as her Slave? What was being planned for both her and Spike....? |
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| Bug in a Bag | Dec 30 2017, 09:04 PM Post #18 |
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As much as he tried to stay calm and even-tempered throughout this game, Spike kept finding himself getting more angry under his indifferent surface as it went on. At this point he doubted even a cold drink would settle his mood. What made it somehow worse was that only a few years ago this place has been sleazy in all the right ways, watered down liquor aplenty and a stripper for every lap, just to fall into the kinda of shit one would expect to see in the likes of York Shin City. Recognition flashed briefly across his eyes at this realization and a short chuckle escaped his smirking lips. They'd traveled to another continent, but might as well not moved an inch. It was screwing with people lives to a degree like this that always really chafed him about working with certain criminals in the past. How folks could get their kicks from something like this was beyond him, yet he wouldn't deny that there was a thriving market for this kind of mean-spirited game or any means of bending others to your will really. It was profitable; insidious, but undoubtedly profitable. Spike's mind was too lost in a haze of remembering all the times he'd turned down gigs to do some human trafficking for some really sick people to pay much attention to the spins being called. However, his ears still caught Ylva's voice to a degree. Only a single word managed get filtered and not sent out the other ear: child. The hunter's eyes shot open and his neck snapped around to stare at his friend with mouth agape. He couldn't decide which one was the stranger thought; that Ylva could be pregnant in the first place, that the father could be one of her former Johns or that Motto could be a father. The third was really a frightening thing to wrap one's mind around. The sudden pulse of additional positive Nen had gone virtually unnoticed by Spike while he was still in shock, but the negative version near instantly brought him to his knees; although, not without his head banging against the edge of the table as he went. "GOD DAMMIT!" The hunter bellowed almost simultaneously with the resounding bang of his forehead connecting with the hardwood furniture. He muttered a string of other expletives of various levels of obscenity as he cradled his head in his hands. "Get on with it...!" Spike barked from between gritted teeth, as he righted himself while still kneeling and massaging the splotchy bruise on his forehead. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Dec 31 2017, 05:51 PM Post #19 |
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“Time to go slave.” Ylva’s master sighed, her fingertips sliding down her tweed pantlegs and up again. “You will crawl on your hands and knees wherever we go. Come.” Tapping her boot against Ylva’s ass, the tuxedoed vixon smirked and began to leave the area. Ylva would feel a powerful pressure on her throat similar to choking if she hesitated to follow. Just as things were beginning to look bleak, music filled the air. Voilins, specifically. Above the main floor was a large open balcony that previously featured an ornate jeweled Kitty Cat sculpture. Now there was a small string ensemble playing a lively waltz of some kind while confetti snowed down on Spike, Ylva, and everyone else. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! We have a grand winner!” All games stopped and Champaign flowed from every Kitty Cat fountain in the building. Various exotic birds were released from their cages and gorgeous dancers clad in black lace mingled with the crowd. Spike and Ylva would feel the foreign nen’s power over them dissolve much to the dealer’s annoyance. Eden would continue to sit tied to his chair in the empty room. The manager had remained close to the roulette game could see that Ylva had somehow managed to redeem herself in the crowd’s eyes, and in order to salvage her own reputation walked up to the soft-spoken woman and placed a Kitty Cat tiara on Ylva’s head. “Congratulations. You’ve just been promoted to Sommelier.” A warm appluase. “It seems a though luck is on your side.” Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Dec 31 2017, 11:19 PM.
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Dec 31 2017, 09:29 PM Post #20 |
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“Of course, Mistress.” The mayjuu nodded and kept herself on her knees as the woman established the rules. It was certainly something she was used to but it was more kept to the bedroom than out in the open. Regardless, she had to keep up her end of this game. The feeling of the woman’s boot on the wolf’s rear end made the lupine woman grunt softly. She started to crawl, knowing that this evening was going to be a long one with this woman.. That is, until the celebratory sounds resounded all around her. Confetti rained down from the somewhere that Ylva couldn’t see at the moment. There was a loud announcement that someone was the grand winner. Sitting up, even though it wasn’t something that she was suppose to do, Ylva saw that every game in the casino had stopped and there was Champagne flowing from all the fountains. The Nen that was over here seemed to fade as well. The feeling of something being placed on top of her head and Ylva visibly flinched, not know where it came from. When turquoise eyes saw that it was the manager that had placed a tiara on her head, the lupine woman couldn’t help but widen her eye at the act. She was then given the job of Sommelier. As people clapped for her, Ylva stood on shaky legs, thinking that this had to be some sort of joke… But she accepted it. It was better than whatever she was going to face as a slave. “T-Thank you…,” she said meekly as she accepted the congratulations. She didn’t have to stress about finding another job or anything and hopefully she could get enough money to move herself away from this town. This casino…was too much of a hassle and she was certainly going to quit when she had the chance. And it would be the last time she’d put her life on the line like that. Ylva looked to where Spike was and went over to him to help him up. “Are you doing alright, Spike?” she asked while looking to him and looking at all the people celebrating, “I…I think we can leave…are you good to move?” |
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