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| duckley | Sep 22 2016, 10:23 AM Post #1 |
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*snap* *clink..* *snap* *clink..* Clyde sighed as he snapped yet another toothpick and dropped it into the empty shot glass in front of him. ''WHEN WILL IT EEEND!!!'' he lamented to himself as he snapped yet another tooth pick. *clink..* The sound had practically lodged itself into his brain at this point. Clyde sighed as he moved the now completely filled shot glass over to the side. ''Nr one hundred and forty two...'' exclaimed to himself as he started on another one, letting his eyes drift out over the bar. People were shouting, dancing, making out, dancing shouting and making out at the same time. And he was sitting here snapping toothpicks.. Why?? oh i'll tell you why. Ever since he'd decided to let Cream smash her stupid face against the back of that rubber ducky his life had become a living hell. Well.. actually it already was before that but he was pretty sure that fucking with cream had moved him up at least two circles. The list of Cream inflicted torture he was currently included the following: He was literally sleeping in an old stinky closet. although the stinky part was more or less his fault. He'd been eating nothing but breadcrumbs and salt for a week because he was too afraid of cream poisoning his food, I mean fuck if she jus spat in it he would be fine but no she had to insist on putting cheddar into everything.. fuck cheddar. He was still getting letters from some weirdo on desertia asking about his ''chromosome count'' Clyde had no idea what a chromosome was but he definitely had lots of them.. or barely any?? he didn't really know wich one was good so he just responded telling them to fuck off. WICH in turn led to some other dickhead sending him letters about his ''anger problems'' He would constantly wake up with his hand in a bowl of water, the new guy rick kept stealing his underwear. And last but not least his parents probably thought he was gay. A pretty impressive feat considering the fact that he hadn't seen even one of them in the last ten or so years. And none of this would even be a problem if those assholes just let him drown his sorrows in vodka. But nooooooo they needed a ''designated driver'' or whatever the fuck it was they told him when they arrived. What the hell where they driving anyways?? they were on an island. A sandy one of course, normally he'd just throw away his sandy underwear but ever since that rick fucker got onto the boat he had to protect those things with his life. If he didn't want to spend the rest of his life going commando. ''OI CUEBALL!!'' Someone shouted from the side,and Clyde barely had any time to react before he saw a stray dart arrow coming his way, but like some sort of action hero from an overrated movie about people in sunglasses jumping around inside a video game, the coward reflex kicked in causing his head to almost instinctively sway to the side as the Ketchup packet whizzed by his head ''Hey dickhead are you blind?? or are you just stupid they don't even have a dartboard in here'' But he barely had time to finish before he had to jump off his chair to not get hit in nutsack. ''I KNOW!!'' The same person shouted before pricking him right in the middle of his forehead with a third dart. The people around the table all started cheering and jumping around like a bunch of monkeys.. ''Yeah fuck this we're going home..'' Clyde mumbled to himself as he walked away from his mountain of toothpicks big enough to give the most experienced of janitors a severe heart attack, with a dart still lodged into his now bleeding forehead. Alright now he just had to find everyone. starting with cream mostly because he wanted to ruin her fun the most.. He looked around the room, but he didn't seem to be able to find her. And before even giving the slightest look towards the dance floor he set his way straight towards the public bathroom. And so he set out on a perilous journey across the room as he narrowly dodged another pair of darts coming from same table as before. He put his ear up against the dirty door and smiled wide as he heard the sound of intense thumping going on in there. Something was definitely getting smashed in there. He thought as he cleared his throat and raised his hand towards the big plank of wood. ''CREAM STOP EATING SOMETHING THAT ISN'T DICK YOU STRONG INDEPENDANT WOMAN THERE'S ENOUGH OF THAT ON THE SHIP!!!!'' He screamed while banging on the door as hard as he could. And sure enough the door started opening. ''Did you have fun??'' he asked in a smug tone as an equally smug smile clad his face. That would show her telling him not to drink.. But the smile soon turned upside down as the heads of four shirtless muscular men poked out of the door.. at the exact same time, it almost seemed like they all belonged to the same guy.. ''I mean uhh.. is this the mens room??'' Clyde saved as he slowly started backing away from the bathroom door. Trying his best not to get tag teamed by four macho men, if the thumping he heard was them going soft then he couldn't imagine what they would do to his bony ass. The men didn't say anything and just stared at him for a few seconds before sticking all of their heads in locking the door. And it only took a few seconds before the thumping sound resumed.. ''Im just gonna assume she's not in there..'' Clyde mumbled to himself as he walked towards the nearest group of ladies and he was just about to shout the name of a certain purple haired doctor when suddenly.. *thuck* another dart hit Clyde in the back of the head as he passed by the table yet again. ''That's got to be a fifty!!'' a familiar voice shouted. He didn't even care about his friends at this point, they could get smashed all they wanted, as long as he didn't have to deal with this shit. I mean the darts he could deal with, it was just a few stings and a little bit of shame, no the real torture was getting cucked every time someone decided to raise a glass towards their mouth. And as he Got up to the door he made one last attempt to notify his buddies before he got himself some fresh air. ''SHARKS DOCTORS AND BITCHES THIS WAY!! THE DESIGNATED DRIVER IS LEAVING!!!'' He shouted. Prompting a disappointed '' ''awww..'' from the dart players as he slammed the door shut behind him. ''FORTY BROKEN BONES AND MOJO INJURY FOR WHAT!!???'' He whined loudly as he picked the darts out of his skull and threw them onto the ground. Before leaning up against the wall picking his nose as he waited for his ''friends'' to show up. He really should've just ditched them right there, but then again he didn't want to be stuck in the grand line again. Last time he had to take a seatrain and a peanut boat, And for all of his friends assholishness they didn't even compare to rob.. fuck rob. Not that he even could ditch them even if he wasn't in the grand line, by the mere factor that they had gotten to the grand line. A feat that many crews fail to accomplish. No if he ever wanted to make it big in the black market scene again, he needed not only the protection that his asshole piece of shit friends provided, but also the Success. I mean the thought of peddling grand line goods back in lougetown almost made his mouth water it was so profitable. He could remember walking around town taping lighters to the insides of seashells,branding and selling them as dials to people for up to ten million each. And boy did they sell. If he had the real deal he would probably earn twice the money for half the Marine reports. And if keeping up with a little bit of bullying for a while meant becoming a rich piece of shit it was most defenitely worth all the underwear stealing and food poisoning in the world. Ahh the things he did for others for selfish reasons.. He really was some sort of self-serving capitalist jesus. huh.. that's actually pretty catchy.. he thought to himself as he made a mental note of the not at all ego inflating business name. And then like if god had heard that shit and wanted to ''totally throw down bro'' the door was suddenly thrown open with hinge breaking force. 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| geomease | Sep 23 2016, 09:55 AM Post #2 |
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Cream sighed wearily as she slumped over the edge of the Bar. This Island was a total bust; the atmosphere was gloomy from the moment they stepped off the ship. Entering the Grand Line had been such a high note; there was that exhilarating rush over Reverse Mountain, and the complimentary victory orgy that occurred afterwards. Instead f the Whimsy and adventure she had hoped for, the first place they landed was a gloom island covered in giant cactuses and with an air of sadness to it. They were greeted by a bunch of mournful priests asking them to pay respects to the Fallen. The crew had unanimously decided to act like they do around homeless people and pretend the priests didn’t exist. To make matters worse Jack had taken Brycen to have ‘guys night’ or some silly thing like that, leaving Cream alone with Tessa, their most recent acquaintance and resident gay fish. This would in of itself be fine, as it would give Cream another chance to woo the slippery woman without needing to constantly break into her room in the middle of night and slip into her bed to cuddle her up like the cuddle fish she knows she wants to be, but Jack unfortunately dumped Clyde on them as well, apparently not considering the smelly man guy enough for ‘guys night’. Normally Cream would agree but in this case she couldn’t because it was negatively affecting her. Cream gave another sigh, sitting at the bar next to Tessa while Clyde snapped toothpicks and flicked them into a cup. Cream turned her head to the side and yawned, poking a finger at her drink. The bar was empty, not many wanting to have a good time in this god forsaken boring island full of Debbie downers. However as luck would have it a small rush came in, quickly filling up, though they separated into groups tight knit enough cream instinctively knew integrating herself would be harder than it was worth. However she did see one group of tall muscular men walk in, and aside from their rippling bulging muscles and other bulging parts she noticed they had matching tattoo’s depicting a skull encircled by eagle wings and lightning bolts. She began to drool at the sight of the men. She perked up quickly, pulling out a hand mirror and making sure she was looking cute as can be before turning to Tessa. “Hey shark bait keep an eye on Smelly McSmellerson here, I gotta date with destiny and his 3 other hot friends. BRB!” Cream cheerfully giggled hopping out of her chair and bounding towards the three burly men and quickly positioning herself in the middle of them. From Tessa and Clyde’s perspective she was standing in-between them all, leaning forward, giggling, and clearly flirting with them while gesturing to the bathroom. The men gave a quick laugh and then, flanking the woman on all sides, went into the men’s restroom with her. “Oh crap… I maaay have bitten off more than I could chew here.” “Heh that’s what they all say when they see these guns.” “Uuuhh I don’t think it’s gonna fit, especially not all of you at once." “No way, we’ll MAKE it fit, you’ll see.” “Uhhh I’m having second thoughts, maybe we should instead AGGGHHH!!” “Yeeeaaah, told you we’d all fit.” “No no get out its too tight!” “No way, it’ll fit, you just gotta reeeeally push it in there!” “Ow ow ow this is hurting a bit too much for me, I’m gonna die!” “Well at least you’ll die doin what you love!” “Oh yeah ram through that bitch! Hoo hoo hoo!” The men began their pounding, slamming their fists against the bathroom stalls and chanting in excitement for the total domination they were giving Cream. Cream struggled to swallow the situation; her eyes were finally bigger than her playing field for once. If she could do it all over, she’d try taking them on one at a time instead of all at once. Just then it looked like she was going to be saved by a loud pounding on the door and a few choice angry words from Clyde. When the boys answered the door however Clyde bitched out in typical Clyde fashion, leaving Cream to her brutal fate. The men closed and locked the door to avoid any future distraction and then walked back to a miserable looking Cream. “Now where were we?” The man asked looked down at Cream. Cream whimpered in defeat and lowered her head in grim acceptance. “Alright somehow Johnson the Strong, Clover the Clever, Shaun the Swift, and Eric the Reckless managed to escape the perils of the crushing ceiling room. You have finally made it to the lair of Orgalorg, the Demogoblin leader. Everyone roll for initiative!” Cream declared rolling Orgalorgs initiative and hiding scratching down the results behind her handy dandy DM screen. She had known right away based on their tattoo’s that these fellows were enthusiasts of Ogre’s and Oubliettes, and with a bit of coaxing had gotten them to join her for a quick impromptu session in the men’s bathroom. She had greatly underestimated their skills however. They had crushed every trap she had planned with ease; the Grand Line was living up to its expectations. She had been hoping to break their spirits with her brutally hard GMing, but these guys knew the game like the back of their hands, and their builds were making her Tomb of Terrors run look like the Hills of Happiness RPG. “Man you guys are really good at this. I thought that this setting would crush your hopes and dreams, how have you blown away every encounter I had prepared?” Cream asked as she prepared for the opening round. “Yeah thanks, we’ve been playing for years, with proper min maxing unless you make an encounter specifically designed to neutralize our characters there’s not much you can do. But you know if it were anyone but us this encounter would have had TPK written all over it. I mean that bit with the greased floor and the annihilation orb, man that was brutal. Nice to finally meet another diehard fan.” A dark skinned Adonis replied rolling out his initiative. “Thanks! Hey after the game you guys wanna bang?” Cream added nonchalantly. “Sure, but can we do it in character?” “Are you loco in the coco, is there any OTHER way to do it?” Cream responded. The guys all laughed and high fived each other, and then they all had sex. An hour later… Cream waved good bye to the group after they finished the encounter and then wrapped up with IRL cyber. She had gotten each of their phone numbers in case they ever wanted to play again, and she even offered them a position on the ship’s crew, though they said they’d need to consider it, they weren’t pirates and not sure they wanted to be pirates, which was a fair assessment. Clyde had thrown a hissy fit and stormed out, and Cream happily enjoyed the man’s misery. She strolled confidently out of the doorway, practically kicking the doors off its hinges as she smiled ear to ear. “Guess who just got laid, dis guuuy!” She announced pointing to herself with her thumbs while triumphantly bragging about her incredible getting laid skills. Tessa and Clyde looked less than impressed but Cream was still enjoying the afterglow from the game and the fun after the game so she didn’t care. Cream wrapped an arm around Clyde and leaned in close. “Don’t worry Clyde, if it’s any consolation, they were all much better than you in the sack and more attractive and smelled less offensive and also were better endowed than you and you’re a terrible smelly person.” Cream added in an utterly sincere and reassuring tone to the man. However as the group moved on to the next scene unbeknownst to them a group for 3 watched them in the distance. They had turned down the offer to respectfully mourn the dead, and now they spend their time steeped in vice and sin, on this most auspicious and holy of grounds. The group of Monk like robed figures murmured amongst themselves as they discussed the verdict. “Guilty” “Guilty” “Guilty” The trio were found guilty, and for the guilty there could be only 1 reasonable sentence. Those who refused to atone for their sins, and those who refused to mourn the dead, were better off not living… |
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| Ludus_Defectio | Sep 24 2016, 04:13 PM Post #3 |
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As Cream ventured off to satisfy her nymphomania, Tessa allowed her thoughts to wander. Clyde was neither a threat nor a person you'd want to hold a conversation with. In fact, if she could have easily just made a break for it then and there and no one would be able to stop her. Unfortunately, she had neither her gun nor her business partners, both of which remained back on the ship owned by the pirates who held her 'captive'. She took a sip from her whiskey glass, which she held in the same hand as a slowly depleting cigarette. No one seemed to care about the fumes. Not that there was anyone TO care. She would have been having second thoughts about her plan were it not for the promise of a large sum of money at the end of it. She looked to Clyde, who had started bickering with some of the bar's other patrons. She could easily take him. Easily. She had her knife, but she probably wouldn't even need that. She could probably just clothesline him with her metal arm and it'd put him in a coma for a year. The guy was like a physical manifestation of the word 'pathetic'. Tessa didn't like him. As far as she could tell, no one did. Would the rest of the pirate crew miss him? Probably not, but if she took him out now that could still shake their trust in her, plus she had no idea if their were any marine dogs to throw him to around here. As she watched him, Clyde finally flipped his shit and stormed off to get Cream. The guys had embedded a dart his forehead. She couldn't help but smile. "Everyone make way for shithead the bald unicorn," she remarked, prompting a laugh from the group. Clyde kept going, checking the toilets for Cream. He was probably confused, toilets were more his area. She called to the guys, "C'mon, toss us one." they obliged, and she quickly found herself holding a small projectile. She'd played darts a few times, but she'd never been overly enthusiastic. At least until someone she didn't like was the target. Then it was fucking Christmas. The guys threw a couple of darts while he was by the toilets, to no avail. Tessa smirked. Time to show off her marksman skills. The group of ladies Clyde had approached were visibly relieved when Tessa's dart thunked into the back of his head, drawing his attention away from them as the group of guys (plus Tessa) gave a collective whoop. ''That's got to be a fifty!" one of the guys yelled. Clyde didn't seem to appreciate the fact that the guy had greatly exaggerated how much Clyde was worth, as he stormed off with loud proclamations that the group was leaving. Tessa scoffed as she took another sip of booze. In the metaphorical ladder that was the crew, Clyde was the little rubber nubs you get at the bottom, that are completely unnecessary and, of course, well below the bottom rung. His orders carried about as much weight as a piece of paper. "I'M NOT PAYING FOR YOUR FUCKING DRINK, ASSHOLE!" She yelled at him, but he was gone. As she turned back to face the bar again, the guy from the group who'd been doing the talking smoothly slid in next to her. He was taller than her (most people were, and that REALLY FUCKING PISSED HER OFF) with dark skin, a shaved head, several piercings in his left ear and tattoo sleeves down both arms, which were shown off by the black tank top he wore. The weird thing was, though Clyde's lack of hair only served to make him look like the cancer he was, on this guy it kinda worked. "That was a good throw." She put her cigarette in her mouth, breathed in, then puffed the smoke into his face. "I know." He didn't even flinch, holding out a hand to shake. "Ross." She just looked at his hand. She didn't take it. "Tessa." She took another sip from her drink. There was a brief pause in the conversation. "So what kind of idiot brings darts to a place without a dartboard?" she asked. Now it was his turn to smile. "What kind of woman throws a dart at her mate's head?" Tessa full on laughed. "Ooooh, we are not mates. What makes you think I know him?" Ross shrugged. "He said shark when he was leaving, and I can only see one shark in here." Tessa briefly raised her eyebrows. Fair enough, she guessed. Someone called from the group of guys. "Oi Ross, we'll miss the tournament." Ross acknowledged with a nod. "Tournament?" Tessa asked. He held up one of his darts between his thumb and forefinger. "Ah. So that's the kind of idiot-" "-Who carries darts at all times. Yeah. Well..." He put his hand on the bar and got to his feet. "It was good to meet you, Tessa. Maybe see you around?" Tessa took another casual sip. "Maybe." Then the darts team cleared out of the bar, presumably retrieving their darts from Clyde's skull as they went. The bar went quiet again, and Tessa's boredom quickly reared its head again. She could hear some light hubhub from the other patrons, and the telltale rumblings from one of the bathrooms that told you where Cream had taken her prey. Honestly, the girl's stamina simply astounded Tessa. The guys she'd taken in were all like seven foot tall and built like professional bodybuilders who took in more steroids than desert-dwellers did water. Presumably she'd had all three of them at once, so the initial surprise was that she wasn't ripped in half, but the fact she could keep it up for the absurd lengths of time she did seriously made Tessa question if Cream was even human. So far she'd been able to avoid the wrath of the lusty teenager by barricading her door at night and keeping her guard up at all times, but she couldn't shake the feeling that one day she'd slip up and wake up with Cream all over her. Honestly, she creeped her out. All these thoughts and more crossed her mind as Cream left the bathroom, covered in sweat and god knows what else. She must've been in there for almost two hours, which had dragged out painfully slowly for Tessa. She'd had jack to do (not Jack), so she leaped at the chance to leave as Cream headed for the door. As the door opened, there was Clyde, still waiting for them, unable to assert his authority and piss off alone. Oh yeah, Clyde was a thing, Tessa had to remind herself. What a depressing thought. Her loud proclamation of her imminent impregnation drew an eye-roll from Tessa. The girl fucked so much Tessa wondered why she even still celebrated it. As Cream began her 'consolation' of Clyde, Tessa turned her eyes to their surroundings. The whole island just felt... off. Like a graveyard. Very few people were out and about. Despite that, she couldn't shake this feeling, like she was being watched, or judged. She'd never believed in God, figured the whole idea was stupid, but she couldn't help but get the shivers. This place just didn't sit right with her. |
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| duckley | Sep 24 2016, 05:53 PM Post #4 |
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Clyde looked over at the two women he was babysitting with a mix of anger and relief. He was mad that those fuckers had sat in there for two hours stuffing various holes with various objects while Clyde had to sit outside staring at creepy monks.. okay he actually didn't have too.. he would've easily just went back to the ship and gone to bed and let those ham hungry hacks handle their own shit while he was at home lying in mild discomfort at the two square metre box that he calls home. But he didn't.. because those monks, where not just creepy.. they were REALLY creepy. The gloomy hoods.. the covered faces.. the horrible christian rock they listened to. Everything about them screamed, rehabilitating child molester. And he sure as hell wasn't letting his young supple crack addict body go out there alone without some backup after all he was the closest to being a child out of all of them, both in age and ability to fight off grabby old coat wearing men. Basically he was scared off the dark and needed his two drunk abusive mommies to carry him home or he would wet his bed tonight. And so, as mad as he really was at the two totally assholish assholes he decided to go easy on the ''obnoxious cunt'' attitude. at least until they got to a street with proper lighting... J Just kidding!! ''Big fucking whoop. Would I be impressed if a fish told me it swam today?? yes actually.... i kinda would'' He responded to creams exclamation, but half way trough he just started mumbling to himself as his own horrible insult crumbled upon itself into a sad ball of shame and missed opportunities. It didn't help that cream decided to fire back at him with something a bazillion times more soulcrushing if not only for the fact that he was trying to repress it as much as he could and mentioning it just set him back to square one. What happened in that bathroom was downright traumatizing looking back at it.. i mean he'd been fine with it back then when cream was just a hot chick, and not you know.. His own personal satan. It was so bad that he couldn't even taste peppermint anymore without mr pokey shriveling up like a depressed raisin. And yes if you must ask, it did usually resemble a grape, something that was actually really sad on its own. And if his mood hadn't already been shitty the severe PTSD he was now suffering from didn't really help either... And so to relive himself of a little bit of stress and or salt he decided to light himself a cigarette before deciding what to do next.. Why did he have cigarettes?? did Clyde even smoke?? He didn't know either but he knew that he had some in his pocket, and that he wanted some in his mouth. So in an all to obvious attempt to seem cool he flipped one out of his pocket and tried to catch it with his mouth.. but of course he failed miserably instead and now he just had a dirt cigarette, oh well it wasn't like the dirt was the thing killing him here. He thought as he picked it up and lit it with his ridiculous looking brick sized lighter. But of course he couldn't even have that as the monks on the street all suddenly started shouting. ''What the fuck???'' Clyde exclaimed as he snapped back dropping his cigarette once again. He looked at the monks in fear and confusion as he immediately started to ask what he was guilty off?? Clyde didn't really know all that much about religions to begin with but from what he knew those guys would get offended about any old topic, was it that he was Smoking?? Smoking a dirty smoke?? Smoking the wrong kind of smoke?? Smoking a dirty smoke of the wrong kind?? whatever it was, these guys weren't liking it. And by not liking it I don't mean the, writing an angry tumblr post while eating a tub of ice cream kinda not liking it. I mean the ''we're about to reenact the fucking crusades'' kinda not liking it. Clyde was turned into a Bumbling fool as he stood there up against the bar wall with his hands waving in front of him as he tried his best to get out of the situation. ''heheh.. uhh I wasn't actually going to smoke that thing you know?? wouldn't wanna get lung cancer right??'' He spoke, but the monks didn't seem to give a shit as they just moved even closer towards the group still chanting like a group of starving christmas carolers. ''Uhhm.. I-i-i-i-m actually celibate.. YEAH uhh.. i can't, i mean i won't get laid'' He made a sad, but half-true point for himself yet again, but the monks didn't really seem give a shit about his sex life as much as they did about their own as they started to really crowd the area around them. At first there had only been a small group but as more and more robes stepped out of the shadows, what was at first a small trickle of spook turned into flood of creepy old guys as they surrounded the party from all directions. And so when Clydes only weapon failed him, he returned to doing what he did best. Being a total bitchface.''WAIT IM ACTUALLY REALLY OLD!!!! You see im already balding!!. Y-y-y-you wouldn't want my butt nah, t-t-t-take cream instead, she might look mature but i promise that she isn't even close to legal'' He shouted as one of the Monks where now close enough to grab him by his waving hands. But then suddenly Clyde heard something.. a woosh from a nearby rooftop someone was moving up there.. silently but they were still moving.. Clyde had to squint but he was sure that he saw it.. a black cloak floating almost seamlessly trough the darkness as a man shrouded in darkness,adjusted his position on the roof right above him. And that's when suddenly. *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck* *thuck*. The monk in front of Clyde grabbed it's rear in pain as he started jumping around in circles complaing ''FUUUCK.. sorry god, SHIIIIT.. sorry god.. MY FUUCKING.. like seriously this is a one time thing, please forgive me.. ASSSSS'' And there Clyde stood terrified with a confused expression and nine darts lodged in his forehead. ''Ahh fuck, one away from perfect..'' the person on the roof complained before running back into the darkness. ''DICKHEAD!!!'' Clyde shouted right before he was instantly dog piled by an entire squad of elbow dropping macho monks. Something was going to be sore tomorrow.. And as he lied there being slowly suffocated by the weight pushing down on his lungs he could only hope that it would only be his back. Luckily for him it would probably be neither.. as the three monks just stood there pointing at Clyde who was lying there curled up on the ground shaking it like a polaroid picture mumbling about chastity belts or something. Edited by duckley, Sep 27 2016, 09:44 AM.
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| geomease | Sep 27 2016, 10:55 AM Post #5 |
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Cream’s chiding of Clyde seemed to have been super effective as the man collapsed to the floor, twitching and mumbling something about sweaty elbows and chastity belts not long after Cream had started chastising him. Although now that she looked him over, she did notice something wrong about him. She reached down and pulled a small dart from the back of his neck. This by itself wouldn’t have been unusual; he’d been having arts thrown at him all night, but this one was different. It was extremely thin, like the kind used in medical acupuncture. She leaned over and plucked it out, sniffing the tip, it smelled… funny. “Hey Shark bait I think someone might have… poisoned… Clyde…” Cream began to explain before the world spun around her. She felt a slight tingling and reached to the spot and plucked an identical needle out. Her eyes widened as she quickly realized what was happening. “Shit… r-ruu…nn…” Cream began to try and warn Tessa before she fell over unconscious as well. Tessa would also discover that a well place dark had found purchase on her skin, and the potent sleeping agent had already begun to overtake her as well. The three robed figures loomed over them, seeming impossibly tall given the effects of the drug affecting their senses. Their faces were hidden beneath the robes, obscuring their identities. “Cream Pye, guilty of the sin of Lust.” “Tessa Lochrie, guilty of the sin of Wrath.” “Clyde Fingle, guilty of the sin of Sloth.” “Those who do not mourn the dead, are better off not living.” “Those who do not mourn the dead, are better off not living.” “Those who do not mourn the dead, are better off not living.” With those final words Cream was unable to maintain consciousness any longer and passed out. Nice the three were unconscious a 4th monk came out from behind a building pushing a wheelbarrow. The three of them were loaded up into the wheel barrow and pushed away down the cobblestone streets. To any other it looked like the monks were simply pushing the recently deceased to their final resting place, a sight that was utterly mundane for Cactus Island. However what fate had in store for the three was much worse. They had run afoul of Cactus Islands stoic avengers, Dour Monks. Cream, Tessa, and Clyde would awake securely strapped to a chair, each in a different room, and each one filled with various torture implements. More specifically each of them was fastened with a different kind of bizarre and torturous device. For Tessa the shark woman was outfitted with a solid steel muzzle, which prevented her shark teeth from being used and made her look like some sort of rabid dog. Clyde found himself strapped in a standing position on an exercise machine of some sort, one of those pedal bike deals. Cream found herself locked miserably with a solid steel chastity belt. “Ugghh my head… what… what happened… where am I?” She asked, attempting to clutch her pounding head but finding that her arms and legs were strapped to the chair. She also felt the cold embrace of some terrible metal contraption around her waist. She looked down in horror to see she’d be outfitted with some kind of chastity belt, it was her worst nightmare! “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Cream shouted t the heavens, a door creaked open and in walked a robed monk. They pulled back their hood to reveal a woman with an utterly dour expression on her face. “Help you got let me outta here! Some crazy prudes locked me up and put this piece of shit on me! I haven’t been laid in like… 3 hours, I’m dying!” Cream pleaded to no avail. The woman calmly ignored the girl’s requests and started setting up a projector and screen. She walked to the table and started gathering an array of implements of torture, a whip, a riding crop, a cattle prod, Wattenberg pinwheel, and oddly enough a large feather. “You are guilty of the sin of Lust. T save your wicked soul I shall break you of your habits. Fear not, soon you and your friends shall be purified of your filthy ways and will learn to mourn and respect the dead like decent citizens.” The woman explained calmly as she flipped on the projector. Cream’s eyes were glued to the screen as the movie began. “Hi there miss, my name is Johnny Salami, did you order a pizza with EXTRA sausage” The attractive hunky pizza delivery man said as the beautiful bombshell of a woman wearing nothing but a bathrobe answered the door. “Why yes I did, I just LOVE sausage, maybe you could come in and serve it to me while its nice and HOT~” the bombshell replied letting the pizza delivery man inside so she could give him the tip, or perhaps vice versa. “Ho mama that’s what I’m talking about, take it oooofffgghggdsjhsgdaghhdsd!!!!” Cream began to hoot and cheer only to be stuck in the side with a cattle prod sending volts of electricity through her body. The monk pulled the prod back after a few seconds and scowled at her. “Shame!” “Mmmm this is one juicy sausage; I can’t wait to put it in my mouth.” “OH yeah baby gobble up that meat! Haha yeeaaghjfdkghbjnxjh!!” “SHAME!!” “Oh there’s so much, I don’t know if I’ll be able to STUFF it all in.” “You won’t know until you try, take it aaaallll in hahafdhgbdmgdfsdkklddl!!” “SHAME!” The Priestess continued the process, shocking Cream whenever she reacted lewdly to the pornographic film before her. Though despite the near constant discharges Cream wasn’t letting up, this one might take awhile to rehabilitate. The Priestess wondered how the others were doing. Each of them had their own tailor made torment meant to break their targets of their vices. Hopefully they were having better luck; this Cream seemed like a tough nut to crack. “Oh yeah, slather that bitch in Alfredo sauce you sexy sexy college dropout you! HHHRRGBGLGLBHBGHLL!!” Clyde found himself strapped to the pedal bike as he awake, a robed monk waiting for him. His room was filled with the most horrible torture implements of all, an exercise bike and a bathtub. “You are guilty of the sin of Sloth, you are lazy, filthy, and we can smell you all the way from whiskey Peaks. First you’re going to cycle for 10 miles, then you are going to bathe, then you will cycle another 10 miles, then you will bathe again until you’re less revolting.” The monk explained, flipping a button and causing electric shocks to jolt through Clyde unless he began to pedal the bike, which would shut off the current. Exercise and bathing, it was like all of Clyde’s worst fears come to life. Tessa, muzzled and strapped heavily to a chair, with her metal arm and leg strapped in with heavy metal locking cuffs for added measure, was surrounded by a room covering in motivational posters, bright colors, and child like drawings of monks in prayer. There was an especially happy looking poster on the wall that depicted a Nyaman clinging to a tree branch desperately suspended over a pit of fire and pitchfork wielding townsfolk saying ‘hang in there baby’ A monk was waiting for her to awaken as well. “Tessa Lochrie, you are guilty of the sin of wrath. To break you of your habit we shall break through the veil of your anger. Once you are broken down you can be remolded into a proper and respectable woman.” He said as he flipped on a small stereo sitting nearby. It began to play a song, a horrible song, the most terrible song in the history of the world on loop. What’s worse the monk began to sing along with it. “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won’t you say you love me too. I love you…” For the three victims, their torment had just begun. |
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| Ludus_Defectio | Sep 27 2016, 12:53 PM Post #6 |
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Tessa immediately attempted to spring to her feet and throttle the motherfucker, only for her bonds to drag her back down to the chair. The cuffs dug into her wrist, as they seemed to have taken off her jacket. "Ah shit!" she said as best she could through the muzzle. Though she couldn't move her jaws, it was clear as day to anyone in earshot what was said. Her roommate approached slowly, ominously, suddenly pulling something from behind his back and ramming it into her stomach. All her muscles contracted at once. "GGYYguvbhbJkhIJhiuYtdfde!" then it stopped. Tessa was breathing heavily as the guy backed away. He was holding a small black box, blue sparks leaping at its end. He'd hit her with a fucking taser! He was still singing that fucking song. Did it even COUNT as a song? She sighed. She could see what was happening, and laughed. "Respectable woman, huh? Kiss my ass, assh-OgHvbhvGcvrtfDvbJbnjg!" He'd moved in pretty fast. She was breathing heavily as she recovered. "Nice response time." she taunted. "Y'know, you seem pretty enthusiastic about this. About unleashing your 'wrath' on me. Y'know, you should tase yourself for tha-AAGAHGVGgVhvjhVBFhgvjhat!" he backed off again. Tessa breathed. "Worth a shot." She started looking about the room, trying to not get annoyed at the sappy shit on the posters and doing her best to block out the song altogether. God it was grating. What she was looking for was her jacket, which held her knife. She couldn't see it, but she supposed there was no point in confiscating it if they left it in arm's reach. If it had been ropes she might have been able to cut them on a sharp edge on her metal arm, but the cuffs that had been used were too sturdy for that. Her arms and legs weren't even cuffed to each other, but to the heavy metal chair she sat on, which was far too heavy to even slightly move. For all she knew it was bolted to the floor. To be honest, she had no fucking clue how to get out of this. She was stuck in a small room, fastened to a metal chair (which had no back, I might add, which would cause discomfort for most but to Tessa meant that her dorsal fin had somewhere to go), with a guy with a taser singing a shitty children's song. In the wrong key. It took her a moment, but she realised that despite all their security, her tail remained unfastened to anything. Her hope quickly extinguished though, as there was no way she could reach anything with it. Unless she could get the guy to stand behind her? She held the thought in mind, but for the time being worked on holding a conversation. Goal number one was getting a response out of him other than a tasing. "So is Cream doing lust rehab? I feel sorry for the guy handling her. She's probably already seduced them and fucked the life out of- AGgbhabjhgbuysdgaihKHauihIKBHAJKgKGAUK!" She'd been ready for that one. Still stung like a bitch though. "I'll have you know," the dickhead began, "That SISTER Miriel will not succumb to such weakness." He put a lot of emphasis on the fact that Cream's tormentor was female. Tessa grinned. "You'd be surprised. Cream's a monster in bed, especially when she eats- PPJIOASUIDHGAUIVBWEGUGVWA!" the shock seemed stronger than previous ones. Tessa's smile widened. Her blatant lie had successfully triggered the guy. "Now that's what I call wrath." The guy nodded sadly, then placed the taser cleanly over his own heart and turned it on. Sparks flew, and he shook slightly, but other than that he showed no signs of damage as he lowered the weapon. Tessa's eyebrows rose, impressed. "Shit, son." The taser hit her again, and she screamed. "I love you..." "AAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!" "You love me..." "SON OF A B-AAAAAAAAGH!" "We're a happy family..." "FFFFFFUUUCK!" |
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| duckley | Sep 28 2016, 12:12 PM Post #7 |
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Clydes eyes slowly opened as his brain started clearing out all the poison that had been running trough his veins.. and he immediately started to panic. ''AHH WHERE AM I?? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?? IS MY BUTT OKAY?? PLEASE GOD SAY THAT MY BUTT ISAJSODJAWODWA''Clydes ravings were interrupted by the huge monk standing in front of him giving him a little bit of a courtesy zap. Clyde could almost feel tears starting to flow as all the muscles in his body started spazzing out from the burning electricity going trough his body.. And once the shock had stopped he couldn't help but to feel out of breath.. He was used to pain after all the thrashings and abuse he'd gone trough but he rarely ever got electrocuted.. because why would he?? This was a whole new world of pain being revealed to him as he sat there, in a cold sweat after just a second or two. ''Holy shit dude.. what did your mother do to make you this cruel?? Are you trying to attack me or just cook me?? turn that shit down..'' He said while giving the monk an exhausted look. ''Uhh.. im afraid i can't do that..'' The monk said while scratching his head and looking down at the remote in front of him.. oohh boy this torture wasn't going to be easy.. he thought to himself as he looked up at Clyde who had been downright offended by the statement ''Why not??? did you bathe with it you fucking clutz?? Actually.. why is that there.. and why am i here.. and what the fuck am i sitting on!!'' Clydes brain was filled with questions that he hadn't even thought of before.. he'd been so busy panicking and getting sapped that he hadn't gotten a chance to look around the room.. And boy what a room it was. A buncha different elaborate looking machines lined the walls of the poorly lit stone room, the walls were empty except for a couple of screens here and there.. And in the middle was a large steaming tub of water. And that's when Clydes sleepy little half awoken eyes popped into full google mode. The machines.. they had to be torture devices.. all the handles.. the straps the metal rings.. And that tub of water, it was obviously boiling or something. Oh god the monks.. those sick fucks weren't just into kids.. they were hardcore sadists aswell. Oh god he was going to get, slapped and zapped, and whipped and.. something that rhymes with whipped.. And that's when the Monk turned the lights on. ''Uhh... nooo??'' Clyde let out as he really didn't know what to feel.. like he hated excersising and all that but it was just kinda... underwhelming. He'd expected to be stretched bent and beaten in a dark room until he coughed blood.. not a personal trainer and a planet fitness... The clean smell of the water made him a little uncomfortable.. and the seat was kinda hard. But other than that this place was pretty allright for an underground torture place.. He knew that he shouldn't have, and he hated himself for it but He just sat there smiling at the Monk as he gave the explanation for this sick, sick prank someone was pulling on him. But as the explanation was made clear he actually started to grin.. 10 Miles?? of cycling?? that didn't actually sound so bad.. i mean he'd never cycled before but from what he'd heard it was way easier than running, and running if anything was something he was pretty good at. Besides who even thought bathing was a punishment?? I mean he never bathed but it wasn't like it could be compared to getting dunked into a boiling soup bowl over and over again. So with a confident smile and readied legs he started tramping away at the bike ''Haaah really?? that's it?? man i thought you were gonna force me to do handstand on spikes or something, I could do this shit all day'' He taunted as he kept on cycling away. And the Monk was happy too, he was supposed to rehabilitate the prisoner not torture him. And seeing how Clyde had reacted to the lowest setting not getting to shock this guy was definitely a good thing. And so Clyde pushed on, pushing his feet down over and over, ooover and over with little to no effort.. but then suddenly he felt something.. A little dryness in his throat.. a little weight to his breath.. he was feeling.. a little exhausted. ''Fuck this I give upSAHDAWIIAWHDOW'' He said as he stopped cycling in favour of spazzing out like a madman to the continuous shocks going trough his body. But unlike the monk suspected he didn't go back to running. No Clyde just sat there, taking the shock over and over again while trying to speak out.. ''nNnoooowwwaaayy iiiimmm dooooiiing thaaaaaattt shhhhiiiiittt'' he managed to communicate trough the frying of his nerve endings. There was no chance in hell that he was going to cycle on that thing any longer i mean sure he did say he was used to running, but only for like ten metres until he could hide somewhere, not for ten fucking miles, And whoever had told him cycling was easy was clearly a lying asshole..He had totally been feeling some discomfort in his chest area, what if he got a heart attack or something, no getting zapped was both safer and more relaxing..Cycling was clearly way too unhealthy, he would just sit here and take the punishment until he passed out, after all an unconscious body couldn't run,no matter how many watts you pumped into it. And as the monk watched Clyde willingly torturing himself he couldn't help but dropped the timer he was holding...''Impossible...'' he said to himself as he looked down at the broken timer on the ground.. it read. 00,07... ''Such sloth...'' he mumbled to himself as he contemplated life death and his own existence.. not once in his entire career as a weird cult retribution monk, or mac donalds worker had he ever encountered someone so lazy... so uncaring, must obviously be in pain, how could someone live all his life contempt with the fact that they would never amount to something?? The monk asked himself as he stood there staring at the pathetic being in front of him. This wasn't just a job anymore.. this was his personal mission no his duty as a human being, to save this man from the eternal damnation that was his own sin. So with sweaty fingers and a long gulp, The monk grabbed the remote to the bike, and slowly twisted the knob on it, as the display read. 1..2..3..4..uhh duude...don't do this man... DON'T DO THIS...5 And so with a blast Clydes Brain almost literally did a backflip as his bodily spazms sent him flying back into cycling mode. He wasn't really thinking at this point just.. biking. Now a heart attack was one thing, but the literal smoke pouring out of his ears definitely seemed a lot worse. ''w-w-w-hat the hell dude..'' Clyde stammered as his brain slowly rebooted itself from the defibrillator strength shock that he'd just been given. It wasn't an option anymore, Clyde had to cycle, and he had 9,998 more miles to go. Huh.. he might actually have to give these guys some credit after all.. |
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Cream was smoldering slightly, black smoke and steam wafting off her form. She was panting heavily, the faint electric hum of the cattle prod dying down after the last jolt. She had seen better days. Her body was caked in sweat; her muscles ached from constant spasmming. How long had she been here, how many times was it now? She had complete lost track, it was just her, a never ending stream of classic porno, and her tormentor zapping her with a cattle prod whenever she showed a lewd emotion in response to the film. They wanted her to break body and mind. They wanted her to submit to their conforming wills, to lead a better and more wholesome life, and they would go to any lengths to save her. “But I poop from there!” “Not right now you don’t! Zzzgrrthhrtghbllbl!!” “SHAME!” “I CAAAAMMEEEE~” “Oh for god’s sake how?!?! You’re strapped to a god forsaken chair getting electrocuted, you can’t even touch yourself, how is it possible you’ve done that for the 6th time since we started?!” “You underestimate my power!” It had been like this for several hours. This woman, she couldn’t be human! No human should be able to take that many volts with a smile, no human should be able to get off on this kind of torture, let alone when coupled with complete immobilization and a device specifically designed to prevent such stimulation strapped around her waist. Yet Cream had been doing so for nearly two hours. Sister Miriel was getting tired, her prodding arm was exhausted, this woman, she was like steel, sexy slutty steel… wait no she wasn’t sexy at all with the way she was making those bedroom eyes at her. “You know you got a cute face, and I bet you got a cute body to boot, you shouldn’t hide it beneath those musty robes, I bet they’re terribly itchy.” Cream said, flirting with her tormentor. The woman was taken aback by the sudden compliment, throwing her off. It didn’t help that she had been forced to watch the excessively lewd movies alongside Cream. She was frustrated, and it would take quite a bit of praying and meditating to calm her heated blood, but Cream was intent on taking advantage of the scene t make her daring escape in the sexiest way possible. “W-What! No, my body is shameful, a proper woman must remain decent and covered at all times you h-harlot!” Miriel stammered zapping Cream again out of reflex, Cream barely responded, just continuing to make bedroom eyes at the girl. “You know you keep poking with with that long, hard, hot rod I’m gonna think you have a thing for me~” Cream flirted waggling her eyebrows. The woman recoiled, dropping the cattle prod as she realized it was suddenly very phallic like and her hands had been awfully sweaty holding it. It was impure, how had she not noticed. She ran to the wall and searched for a different torture implement, eventually pulling out a whip. “Th-then I’ll just use this whip instead!” Miriel nervously stammered, sweat rolling down her body. Oh god this coat was so hot and itchy, maybe she could just take it off for a bit… NO oh no no no that was impure, impure thoughts were bad and should be banished with chastity and prayer! “Ooohhh kinky, I LOVE a little whip play. Sister I’ve been a baaaad giiirl~ I think I deserve a punishment, how many Hail Mary’s do you think I can take?” Cream purred, squirming erotically in her restraints and causing Miriel’s face to jump3 shades redder on the color wheel. She quickly scampered for another implement, a riding crop? “Oh yeah ride me, ride me like the pony I am sister Miriel!” No no the mental images, she’d just enjoy it hot wax? “Aaahhhh it burns, so hot, oooh look at it dripping all over me~” Oh god no that would be worse, watching the hot wax burn her porcelain skin, dripping all over her nude form. Miriel turned around and hastily wiped away a pool of drool from her mouth, this was bad, she needed to get out of here, recenter herself and come back refreshed. This woman was turning the tables on her and playing mind games now. She had underestimated her before she lost herself completely. She was about to leave and switch off the projector when Cream finally called her over. “WAIT! You can’t keep me here, not anymore. I have a ticket!” Cream exclaimed, her words suddenly confused the sister, who cautiously advanced towards her. “A what?” She asked, unsure what Cream meant. “Tickets, a written certificate from the World Government itself good for 1 free get out of jail pass. Just here look, it’s in between my boobs for safe keeping. If you keep me here you’ll bring the entirety of the Marine and the World Government down on your heads, do you really want that? Just take a look; I’m all tied up so I can’t get away no matter what.” Cream pleaded, pushing her chest forward and beckoning the girl to reach between those white pillows and pull free the salvation inside. Where she in a right state of mind she’d never do so, however. If she were telling the truth it would be a sin to go against the law… Really she was obligated to reach between her breasts and retrieve it; her religion demanded it, yeah of course! She nervously walked over and rolled up her sleeve… so she couldn’t have as much resistance of course, and stuck her hand in between her- oh dear gods it was so soft, like sticking her hand between two clouds, this close she could smell the sweetness and the sugar on the woman. She retrieved a small certificate entitling her to a single get out of jail no questions asked release. Miriel was shocked, was this woman truly free to go? Miriel was so distracted by the thought of her getting free, and how close and nice she smelled, she hadn’t even noticed Cream’s hand had slipped from its leather restraint, suddenly having become extremely slippery thanks to a bit of well placed cream, and reached in and grabbed the keys to her shackles and restraints. With one free hand she reached up and pulled the girl down to her level in a deep kiss. Her eyes widened, it was like heaven! Her tongue was sweet and slippery, sweeter than any humans tongue should taste, was she an angel from heaven. Cream’s other hand quickly unlocked her other restraints while the girl was dazed and then she stood up suddenly pushing the girl back and stretching out. Her wings spread out, fluttering behind her as she took on an angelic appearance, wings practically glowing and spread wide. Oh dear gods it was true, she was an angel from heaven, and she had been torturing her, or trying to at least. That would explain why she would not break. Miriel began to tear up, had she committed a grave sin, would she be smote here on the spot. Cream smiled warmly and lifted the girls trembling chin up with a finger so she’d look her in the eyes from her prostrating position. “Fear not my child, for you have committed no sin of your own volition. You have merely allowed yourself to be swayed by the fanaticisms of others. Would you like me to cleanse you of your sinful ways?” Cream asked, picking up on her angelic image and using the girls addled mind and religious fervor to her advantage. The girl looked up, tears rolling down her eyes as she beamed at her. “Yes of course please, I’ll do anything, just save me!” Miriel exclaimed joyously, leaning up and hugging reams waist. Cream smiled warmly down at the girl before placing her hands on her cheeks and pulling her to a standing position, till their noses were practically touching. “Of course, that path to your redemption is simple my child. Now then, bend over~” Cream exclaimed, her tongue shifting to a lusty purr at the end. “Eh?” Miriel yelped as she was suddenly swept up in another kiss and everything turned into a pink hazy blurr. 30 minutes later… Miriel lay naked and caked in sweat splayed out and unconscious across the table that had previously displayed the various torture implements. Her skin was caked in sweat and other things, and every muscle in her body ached from the exhaustive reformation process. However after a lot of long, hard, and repetitive work Cream had finally given her the salvation and relief she so desperately needed. It was too much for the girl and she was passed out as a result. Cream smiled appreciatively down at her work and licked her fingers clean. “Excellent, I’d love to take her with me but I gotta get outta here and find the others worth. Time to go incognito!” Cream chuckled donning Miriel’s robe and hefted Miriel off the table and into the torment chair. She strapped her wrists and ankles to the chair, all but one which she left somewhat free. With a bit of clever rope work she secured a length around her waist and then tied her free wrist to it. Her hand had a few inches of movement, but its position was resting in her lap, she was quite confident of her knot work. She then slipped a ball gag in her mouth and producing a bit of yellow cream rubbed it into her hair to give it Cream’s blondish look, it’d last awhile at least. Once that was done she gave the girls cheeks a few slaps to wake her up. “Hey there cutie, I’d love to stay and play more but I gotta go save my friends. Don’t worry though, I’ll leave you something fun to watch, you had this nice big movie collection, so I’ll let you finish it, even left ya a free hand if you wanna, you know~ Hehehe have fun, I’ll be back for ya maybe when I get my friends. Have fun with your rehabilitation.” Cream sang as she flipped on the projector and closed and locked the door behind her. "Oh no i don't have any money, but maybe I can think o some OTHER way to repay you." The tormented groans of Miriel reverberated throughout he room as she was left to her lewd fate. All the other monks would hear her muffled groans of frustration and look inside to see the back of her blond head and think it was Cream, unless they looked closer. With her alibi and disguise set cream set off incognito to locate her stuff and her friends. Techniques
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| Ludus_Defectio | Oct 2 2016, 02:19 PM Post #9 |
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Tessa was laughing, breathlessly. The young cultist seemed short of breath too, beads of sweat forming on his brow, both from the effort of the constant tasing and the annoyance of his attempts being brushed off with laughter. Not that Tessa wasn't hurting. She was pretty sure she couldn't feel most of her body and her metal limbs were probably being messed with by the electricity. But still she laughed. "What is wrong with you?!" he demanded, his 'attempts' at singing long abandoned. This wasn't just a soul purification. It was a personal mission. Tessa continued to laugh, the sound coming out in short bursts as air became available. "Coming from the guy, who's electrocuting me for swearing..." The guy pulled his cloak off, casting it aside to reveal a sharp white shirt underneath, with black trousers. The most generic formal clothing imaginable. He knelt in front of Tessa, his taser still in hand. "Is that why you think you're here?" Before she could answer, he continued. "You are here because your soul has been tainted by the sin of wrath, and it is my duty to cleanse your soul. By helping you cast off your rage I will be helping you to lead a better, more satisfying life. That is why you are here. Not for us. For you." Tessa chuckled and shook her head. "No, no, that's not the reason. I'm here because we didn't shell out our cash to you when your monks came up to us when we arrived. You're torturing me to try and get me to your way of thinking, because if you don't it'll affect your bottom line. AHASGDBIABWEABJDGVBAJKWEUHOAUD!" He tased her again, though he did seem less sure of himself. "C'mon, man. We've been at this for hours, you've gotta mix things up a bit." The monk teetered backwards, sitting on the ground. He seemed out of energy. There was a moment of silence, nothing but that godforsaken song in the air. He rubbed his eyes. Tessa just glared at him. He was so close. If she could just move her legs she could kick his lights out. But alas, her restraints still refused to budge. A thought suddenly occurred to her. It went against everything she stood for, but it could sway the straight-laced punk at her feet. She waited in silence for a moment. Then, as the song relooped, which she could easily predict by now having heard the loop for so long without rest, she opened her mouth (as best she could). "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family..." the monk looked up suddenly, not quite believing what he was hearing. "...with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?" "YES!" the kid leapt to his feet, as Tessa continued to sing. "Love! Compassion! The exact opposite of wrath! Oh, this is wonderful!" He sounded relieved, like he could finally go home. He stood and looked her eye to eye. "This means you have renounced your previous slothful life, correct?" he was nodding like a maniac. Tessa grinned. Persuasion grew to level 10. "Oh, absolutely, Father. I have no idea how I managed to live before, in a world where my every sight was clouded by red. Thank you, oh thank you, Father, for freeing me from the bondage of sin." Eh, it was a one off, she may as well ham it up a bit. The monk seemed satisfied though, and made an O with his thumb and forefinger signalling that she'd done good. As he unfastened the restraints on her legs, Tessa quickly tossed around the decision of whether to let him escort her, like it seemed like he meant to, or to just kick his teeth in for subjecting her to an hour worth of electric shocks. She opted to let him take her. She could use the cover, plus she could always hit him later. Once her arms were also free, she sprung to her feet and immediately collapsed onto her front. Her limbs were all dead. Wonderful. "Gimme a hand." she grunted through the muzzle, which she still wore. The monk hooked his right arm under her right armpit (seemingly making a conscious effort to avoid copping a feel) and hoisted her up onto her feet. He had to slouch slightly since he was taller. Tessa scowled a bit. He helped her back into the chair, then moved to retrieve his cloak as Tessa recovered. He headed behind her, Tessa's eyes never leaving him, and picked up her jacket from where it lay in one of the corners. He passed it to her. "Here. Your posessions will have been claimed from the pockets and kept in the locker room. I'll show you the way." Tessa shook some feeling back into her arms and slid the blue fabric over her shoulders. It felt good. But then, anything would after being tased for an hour. She shakily got to her feet, stumbling again only for the monk to catch her. "This looks more convincing anyway." she grumbled as they made their way for the door. |
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Clyde had been turned into the worlds most unhygienic water sprinkler as he sat there milling unwillingly milling his legs on the unconventional torture device. Sweat literally sprayed from his pores from all the exhertment as he could do nothing but complain internally as he was depraved of his sweet sweet oxygen. How long had he ran for? he thought to himself as he felt the borderline crippling burns going trough his legs, more importantly however.. How long was this fucking dickhead going to force him to spin for?? At first he'd just assumed the guy to be some weird repressed personal trainer but from his speech he seemed to be a part of some religious freakshow... Or maybe he was both.. He thought at he looked at the sheer size of the monk.. The guy was waaay taller than him.. like 7 feet tall at least, And holy shit the guy had shoulders like a.. uhh.. monk with huge shoulders. And this only confused his stressed mind further as he heard the giant macho monk trying to be some sorta motivational speaker. ''Ahhh yes move my child move!!! This is the ambition that i was waiting to see out of you, just another couple of hundred miles and you'll be completely cleansed'' Clyde was so offended by this statement that he forgot to bike and got his legs straight up thrown off of the pedals. ''SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! This is a torture session not a fucking ted talk so if you wanna keep acting like a psycho grade school teacher then keep it down ya dig?? I mean as you said i still have another COUPLE OF HUNDRED!! miles to run without gettin my brain fried'' But the monk didn't seem to be listening, no he was too busy pressing the remote in his hands, over and over again... ''Mhm I'll be quiet..just you return to running and i'll quit the coaching'' The monk stressfully said as he kept fiddling with the remote.. But Clyde didn't return to running.. nor did he have to.. at least that's what he thought. If he was good at anything it was people, and this person was clearly upset about something, hell it was so obvious by his voice that he didn't even need to see the dudes face to get that he was having some serious stress being put on him. Something was going wrong.. and Clyde was one hundo percent sure that it had to do with the fact that he wasn't spazzing out at this time. Clyde hadn't noticed it at first, but he actually wasn't running anymore, I mean his legs still hurt like a bitch and he was still breathing like a human big mac. No Clyde was just sitting on the bike with his feet hanging down over the now barely moving pedals.. And that's when he looked over at the monk.'' Man im feeling pretty *YAAWN* tired right now.. How about i go for a nap while you fix this thiiwsaisdiadiasdasd''' Clyde let out as his heart stopped at least five beats from the blasting surge of electricity going trough his body. And so the spastic sloth was sent back to biking. But as he slowly regained control of his face muscles his mouth bent upwards into what some people would consider a smile, and what some other more trustworthy people would consider a shit eating grin. Clyde had this shit figured out. And so he ran as fast as he could for like three seconds. Before suddenly to the monks displeasement, throwing his feet of the pedals, letting them rest on the front of the bike. ''Man this was easier than expected, How many miles are we on ?? Because im killing it right now'' The man said with a tone so smug that you could squeeze his words and let batter flow out. The monk didn't say anything however as he just stood there staring at Clydes feet. ''Oh god almighty... he couldn't have...'' the monk mumbled to himself, as the relaxed Clyde brought one of his feet down to give the at this point barely spinning pedal a kick causing it to start spinning again. ''So?? what are the stats I bet you im at least halfway there'' Clyde said in a sarcastically over interested tone As he took a deep breath of the ''fresh'' air around him. ''Ahh man.. after this i won't have to work out for at least another twenty years'' He said before once again kicking the pedals, keeping the current shit with the same amount of effort that it took for him to put his shoes on. Now that was still way too much effort for his standards but for now it had to do.. besides watching the monk freak out was entertaining enough to keep him relaxed and entertained as he kept kicking the pedals below him. God dammit I knew we should've fixed that part.. the monk thought to himself as he slowly started stepping towards the disgustingly slothful Clyde speaking. ''My child you have yet to reach the first mile, this is no time to rest!! do you not want to be cleansed of your sin??'' The monk reasoned, but Clyde barely gave the man a look as he responded with an uncaring.. ''Naaah. On a side note though, could you please unstrap me from this thing, because it's pretty hard to relax with my arms like this, let alone on this fucking seat.. I mean I know you want to cleanse me of sloth an all that but i don't really feel like getting anymore back problems.'' The monk was starting to get more and more riled up as Clyde kept acting so.. so.. contempt. ''Please i know that there is a way out of running but this is a mere part of the test. For you to truly be cleansed of sloth you must willingly deny your previous ways, Please for your future.. keep cykling'' The monk said as he stepped closer to the strapped up individual in front of him. But Clyde just took a deep breath before once again responding with a loud. ''NAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH.. all tough I could totally cycle my way to the nearest bar,cause im fucking starving you feel me?? '' Clyde really took in all the monks frustration and relished in it as he could almost hear the mental breakdown coming from a mile away. He wasn't really sure how he would escape this predicament but this was sure to give him a lot of time to think. At this point the monk was almost directly next to Clyde it was clear that this man was not going to listen, so he would have to resort to the worst tactic in the book.. a few bruises would surely put this man right back in a stable mental state. but as he took a step closer he felt a burning sensation in his nostrils as he humid air hit his face.. He had to resist throwing up as he felt the true existent of this guys stench.. And Clyde who had heard the extremely apparent gagging interjected with a quick comment.''Smells good doesn't it?? I mean why would you want me to bathe when im already a perfume machine i mean you wouldn't even be able to guess how many people come up to me and ask for a sample'' The last part was actually not a lie, alltough it was kind of a half truth since the people who wanted sweat samples, didn't exactly put it under anything except for a microscope lens to examine ''new methods of biological warfare'' or whatever, he didn't really listen that well since he just told them to pay of fuck off. All Gagging aside however the Monk didn't seem to be too bothered by it as he stepped trough the almost visible cloud of flat-out toxic air. He couldn't stand seeing this poor creature in torment any longer. He had to cleanse it of sin, at any cost. Not for his sake but for Clydes. And so to Clydes immediate surprise the giant monk slowly brought one arm out towards him. ''Sweet!! could you start with the hands first because my wrists are being mur-'' AND RIGHT HOOKED HIS FUCKING TEETH OUT!! Clyde felt his vision blurring as a taste of iron entered his mouth.. holy shit for a monk this guy sure knew how to throw a punch were those guys even allowed to do that kinda stu.. Clydes confused bloody mess of a face creeped into a smile yet again as the pain in his jaw started feeling less like torment and more like sweeet sweet victory. And so as the monk raised his hand yet again Clyde just responded by looking him in the eyes.. or rather where he thought the mans eyes were under that black fashion disaster. ''Laviticus six eighty-one, Thou shalt not beat the shit out of your fellow man'' he said in a calm tone of voice. The monk seemed a little taken back by the statement but he didn't lower his arm, instead he just stood there holding it above his head almost as if he was hesitating. All while Clyde was smiling like a complete jackass at the fact that his freshly ass pulled bullshit had worked. He didn't know a single word out of any holy book, let alone if ''laviticus'' was even something this dude believed in, but even if he was wrong this guy seemed to care at least a little bit as his arm looked more inclined to start dancing than to punch his face off. And there the monk stood.. questioning not his faith.. not his sanity..''Wait does it really say that??'' ...but his bible verses. Maybe this was going to work after all.. Edited by duckley, Oct 3 2016, 07:26 AM.
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| geomease | Oct 4 2016, 11:41 AM Post #11 |
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Cream calmly walked down the hallway full of closed and locked cell doors. Many were empty, but some still held occupants. A few were being actively ‘rehabilitated’ much like they had tried to do to her. The tortures they had come up with were quite imaginative, and if it was anything like hers they were likely tailor made to their own indiscretions and peculiar tastes. Aside from those a few were simply holding a person, usually tied to a chair, or table but a few were just resting on a small cot. Still she didn’t see any sign of Clyde or Tessa whom she assumed to be here somewhere. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if they were dead… No no they wouldn’t, if they were trying to rehabilitate her they were likely doing it to the others. Cream internally laughed, there was no way they could stop Clyde from being a piece of shit, and Tessa was a feisty sexy fish lady, to to mention she had a mean punch. With her hood drawn all the way up and hidden beneath the volumous robes Cream’s identity was fairly secure. She ended up passing a few monks and took on a head bowed contemplative stance as she walked past, giving them a friend silent nod to which she was returned. She was quite thankful that none had sniffed out her ploy yet, however that joy was short lived as she rounded a corner and was suddenly face to face with another monk. “Greetings sister, how are you this day.” He asked his tone dull and dour. “Ummm I’m just peachy thanks for asking!” Cream replied nervously, sounding happy and joyful, a bit too joyful in fact. “Peachy? On a day when the dead are to be mourned out of respect… You do not look familiar, what’s your name sister?” He asked, growing increasingly suspicious of Cream’s positive attitude. Cream internally screamed as she tried to come up with a quick cover story for her behavior. “Oh… yes my name is Sister… Mary, yes Sister Mary. I apologize for my emotional outburst, I’m new here. I just transferred from the city, so many not mourning heathens out there you know? They’re elfish self serving attitude had started to rub off on me, so I asked to be transferred here to rid myself of those illicit emotions and properly mourn the dead.” Cream, or rather Mary replied nervously, lowering her head out of mock shame. The Monk seemed to regard her with suspicion before his expression softened. “It is alright, you have willing chosen the path to self betterment, and while it will take time to rid yourself of those vile emotions, your ultimate reward shall make it all worthwhile.” The Monk exclaimed, his voice a reassuringly sincere one. Cream let loose a small sigh of relief. She wanted to get away from him, but this might be a good opportunity for her. “Thank you brother, if it is of no trouble, might I ask you to help me find my way around? I am still very new and I’m afraid I’m not particularly adept at navigating these hallowed halls.” Cream added, hoping to get the monk to show her the way out, or perhaps lead her to her friends. The Monk contemplated her request for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Of course, where is it you need to go?” He asked. Cream carefully considered who would be best served for freeing first. Clyde was well… just terrible, so really Tessa was the only logical option. Then again Clyde was better at sneaking around and going unnoticed, Tessa would likely just blow their cover. Still if it came down to a choice between hot fish lady poon tang and Clyde mother fucking Fingle the answer was obvious. “I had heard we had a recent admission, some sort of fish woman. I was trying to go see her to pray for her soul and help guide her to the correct path.” ‘Mary’ replied, using her most innocent sounding voice possible. The Monk started to smile at her request. “Well then you are in luck, I have recently heard that brother Mordecai has had a breakthrough with that poor wrathful soul. Come, let us find and join her in prayer. Today we save a lost soul and cleanse the soul of a sister in need of affirmation of faith!” He proclaimed with more enthusiasm than since the start of their conversation. He walked onward leading the way and making sure Cream followed behind him. Cream was doing her best to hide her nervousness, had they really broken Tessa that easily. Maybe fish were more easily subjected to electricity. Either way she’d see it for herself, and if need be drag her out of this accursed den of purity kicking and screaming. After a bit of walking they came across brother Mordecai and Tessa, who were trudging through the halls with Tessa leaning on the Monk for physical support. Cream’s eyes could easily make out a few singe marks from the taser they undoubtedly used on her, not to mention smelling the burning ozone around her. She’d have to give the shark woman a VRY thorough medical examination afterwards. She mentally kept herself from drooling at the thought; she needed to keep up the act a bit longer. “Brother Mordecai, greetings. I have with me Sister Mary, a recent transfer from the city hoping to cleanse her senses from the sin and vice of the city. She was hoping to pray with Tessa here, is this a good time?” The Monk greeted with a respectful bow, which Cream noticed and then followed suit to keep up the act. She felt relief when she saw Tessa, there was no way she had broken, and that seductively defiant look in her eyes was still raging. “Greetings Miss Tessa, I am Sister Mary. I hope that I can have the opportunity to pray with you to escape my current troubled mindset.” Cream aid to Tessa, bowing politely and clasping her hands together. Mordecai looked over the newest addition in confusion, he had not heard of any new additions to their monastery. But perhaps it was a recent order from higher up. “Yes Brother Bentley, I believe that would be a fine use of our time. Tessa, Mary, come and let us find some place to meditate in quiet isolation.” Mordecai replied as he continued to help Tessa up and along while cream filed in behind her, getting a nice look at her rear in the process. Of the sushi she’d love to dine on tonight f given the chance. Bently led them both to a small room with a number of scented candles and a few straw floor mats set up for them. He showed them inside and beckoned them to sit down before another monk came up behind him and whispered into his ear. “I apologize, it would seem one of our recent guests has been causing a fit, I must o and see to him. The two of you may get started with your prayers; I shall inform the others you are not to be disturbed.” Mordecai exclaimed as he turned and walked away, slowly closing the heavy wooden door and leaving Cream and Tessa alone in the room to ‘meditate’ Cream turned to Tessa and flashed her a beaming ear to ear smile. |
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| Ludus_Defectio | Oct 6 2016, 03:16 PM Post #12 |
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Tessa (and the monk escorting her) froze as they were called out to by another member of torture chamber staff. Tessa made a quick mental note of her companion's name - Mordecai - and the pair slowly turned to face their new conversation partners. Two people in robes. Beyond that it was impossible to tell. Everyone looked the same in here. How they'd identified Mordecai she'd never know. So apparently the shorter figure, Mary, wanted to pray for Tessa's future purity, blah blah blahblahblah, Tessa couldn't care less. They were wasting time. Hopefully she'd make it quick. Then Mary spoke, and things started to click into place. Tessa had to fight back a guffaw. She knew that voice. And she'd thought she was being crafty. Mordecai was looking at her, with a look of 'what's the plan?' on his face. Tessa gave a nod so faint he wouldn't have been able to pick up on it if he were any further away. He accepted the signal and ushered Tessa and 'Mary' into a small side room, leaving the other monk, Bentley, to go about his business. Tessa leaned against the wall for support. The door clicked shut behind Mordecai and the other monk who had delivered a task to him. Now, it was Tess, Mary and a fuck ton of little flames. Tessa sniffed. "All these scented candles and I can still smell your bullshit a mile away." Tessa looked to her companion. "Take your fucking hood off cream." Tessa was chuckling, trying not to break into all-out laughter. She spoke out loud, partly to herself and partly to Cream. "Cream Pye, woman of God. Never thought I'd see the fucking day. I've seen purer maidens in strip clubs back home!" Then the giggles took over and she started laughing uncontrollably, sliding slowly down the wall, wincing as her freshly electro-fried fish flesh was rubbed the wrong way by the wall. "Owowow..." Once she was fully sat down, she took a breath. It fucking stank in here. Tessa hated scented candles, and these were particularly vile. They smelt of God and his million-and-one rules, like the very atmosphere of the room was trying to literally oppress those within. Tessa's metal hand went to her head. "I need a fucking drink, and a smoke, and to punch someone. Not in that order." She shakily forced herself to her feet. Her metal leg had recovered faster, so she put more weight on that. They'd have to wait for Mordecai to get back if they wanted to make a clean getaway. In the meantime... small talk. "So, how many times did Santa Maria come before she let you go?" |
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| duckley | Oct 8 2016, 04:15 AM Post #13 |
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Clyde who seemed to get what was going on quickly seized the opportunity and went in to confuse the monk even further. ''Yeah man, I mean not in those exact words but it's pretty clear on you monk guys not kicking the snot out of people... On that note god probably isn't very happy with you strapping me down and shoving tazers up my ass'' He said with a bloody smile.. The monk had only hit him once but it had fucked him up immensely his mouth was full of blood and his head felt like a salt shaker, and judging by the size of the dude that was not his best work. Clyde tried his best not to start laughing out of joy when he saw the monk taking his hand down in favour of rubbing his chin.. and that was easier said than done considering the fact that the monk stood like that for at least ten seconds before getting his shit together.''Hmm.. yes needless violence would fall under the category of wrath, but i can assure you that this abuse is not only beneficial, but very needed'' The monk said before raising his hand once again readying another punch to really get the sloth out of that bald head. Clyde immediately panicked.. well internally he did, on the outside he tried his best to play it cool.. well as cool as he could. His brain was a jumbled mess of fear and saves as he sat there staring at the big scary monk all while having to commit to mindlessly kicking the pedals over and over again. He really needed something good if he was going to convince this dude out of kicking the shit out of him but he wasn't really getting the time he needed, Normally he would stall the conversation out with small talk or over extended bathroom breaks but the fist traveling towards his nosebone didn't really give him a lot of time to think. And so when he saw the Monks arm move he immediately threw the first thing he could come up with at the guy. ''FUCK OFF IM DONE WITH CONCUSSIONS... uhh I mean is that really something you should be proud off though, i mean all this therapy you're doing seems alright with me but isn't there a way for you guys to uhh.. I dunno NOT FORCE YOUR PATIENTS TO STICK THEIR DICKS INTO POWER OUTLETS??!!'' But the Monk only stopped for half a second this time as the insecurity in Clydes voice had shone trough like a spotlight in a window store. *WHACK* Clydes entire body was forcefully leaned to the side as he could almost feel something cracking in his skull, of all the concussions he'd suffered this felt the closest to blunt force trauma, And he had tried to hit on giants. Clyde spat out a bit of blood onto the floor and he was almost sure that he could see a tooth somewhere in the red goop.. Fucking hell.. my grin was shit eating enough.. he thought to himself before slowly and shakily regaining his posture. ''We could. But i do not think that we should, sure a more conventional way of therapy might be less painful in the moment but I can assure you that you will feel a lot better after all of this is over. So i suggest you get back to running while you still can.'' The monk spoke in a warm almost kindhearted voice. These guys really believed that their fucked up rat traps were actually helping.. I mean they probably were but Clyde didn't have enough patience or willpower to get trough another second of this. Hell if it came up between a skull fracture and more of that suffering they call ''excersize'' then he'd happily take a sledgehammer to the cheekbone. He looked at the monk who was slowly raising his hand, waiting to see if Clyde was smart enough to keep running but instead he was met with another rambly hipster sounding wanna-be deep comment. ''Isn't that pretty slothful of you though?? Ignoring how much your smashing my bone structure because it's easier?? I mean im a pretty mean guy, but even im above strapping people up to the ''literall fuck'',just to save a couple of minutes'' He spoke as he tried his best to make this guy stop kneading his grey matter and he was kinda confident that this asspull would work, i mean he did regret saying ''literall fuck'' since that was.. fucking retarded. But accusing this dude seemed to be the only way to get that fat skull out of his ass enough to see his mouth. And once again the Monk seemed to care as stopped raising his hand.. ''huh.. '' the large man said as he just kinda looked at Clyde from under the hood. And that's when Clyde got his sign. The guy was questioning something time to hit him with the big one. So with a overdramatic throat clearing Clyde straightened out his back before staring into what he thought was the monks eyes. ''Why are you in such a hurry to heaven?? what did God leave the fucking stove on? If you want to help people get there then don't break his own rules, I mean you're a monk for fucks sake you shouldn't punch people let alone tie them up in underground death dungeons. I know you mean well but meaning well doesn't really mean shit.If you wanna get people up to heaven that bad THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL BLOW UP A FUCKING ORPAHANGE!!!'' Clyde looked on in pure joy as the monk took a step back, almost visibly shaking at this point. Am i really that good?? Clyde thought to himself as he saw the Monk drop to his knees while looking down at his hands.. ''This.. this..'' the monk stammered with what sounded like a voice of disbelief. And for every bit of sad sounding schlock Clydes ego, aaaand mr pokey Grew a little out of pure unsaturated pride. He'd caused this, he'd brought this man to his knees with the power of his words.. God damn maybe pirating was the wrong business for him i mean he didn't really know how to fight, and politicians seemed way more accepting of disgusting rats.. ''All.. this time.... I..I...'' the monk kept stammering as he looked down at his shaking sweaty hands before bringing them together into a prayer.'' Oh God forgive me..a ll this time I've been torturing people in horrible ways when.. '' And all while this happened Clydes ego was starting to go up away from the roof and into outer space. YEEESS PRAY FOR MERCY!! DANCE PUPPET DANCE!!! Clyde thought to himself as he watched the fucker question his own faith ''When.. when...'' The monk was crying at this point choking on his own words as tears flooded the floor below him.. Clydes eyes lit up with pride as he was about to her the guy submit, the last bit of the sentence that would make his masterful manipulation complete, besides watching someone have a breakdown was only fun for so long as he was actually starting to feel bad for the monk, his asspulling might've gotten too powerful.. a literal piece of shit from his brain was enough to make someone question their life decisions, going onto a new brighter path in life, filled with less torture and more.. ''WHEN I SHOULD'VE SPENT IT KILLING ORPHANS!!!'' The monk shouted out as tears of joy streamed down his face. Total boner killer... Clyde thought to himself as his ego ran out of fuel and was left floating somewhere in a galaxy far far away. |
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| geomease | Oct 8 2016, 07:58 AM Post #14 |
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Cream couldn’t help but giggle and laugh at Tessa’s reaction once they had some privacy and those monks were out of earshot. Tessa commented on how absurd Cream Pye woman of god would be as a concept, Cream pouted adorably and crossed her arms in response. “HEY! I’ll have you know that I scream and pray to god every single night when I’m getting boned so hard I can’t feel my legs. Here my child let me show you how to shout the Lord’s Prayer with a mouth full of carpet. Let us sing 69 Hail Mary’s into the entrance of the Garden of Eden!” Cream chanted in a mockingly pious tone as she licked her lips and wiggled her fingers in Tessa’s direction. She stopped and sniffed the air; the scent of those actually rather nice candles couldn’t cover up the smell of fried fish. “Huh, so when you’re burned you really do smell like fish sticks, neat. They tazered you too huh? It’s a good thing electro stimulation is right up there on my list of fetishes along with bondage and humiliation play. It was like; hey lets break this harlot by doing everything on her kinks checklist… pffft amateurs. Oh by the way if you have the numbers for those strippers I’d love to… oh wait you were being facetious, damn.” Cream added, getting down as soon as she realized there were no pure strippers to be ogled. “In all serious though those tazers hurt like a bitch, they ALMOST ruined porn for me! I could you a drink, some drugs, and a good hard screw, preferably at the same time!” Cream added, well at least their priorities on booze were aligned. AT the question of how many times she made her captor sing her praises she leaned back and smiled. “Well I got to like, 5 or 6 times before I finally tricked her into letting me free. I tricked her into thinking I was an angel from heaven sent to correct her on the right path. These wings are pretty handy ya know!” Cream exclaimed, as she slipped her wings under the folds in the back of the robe and gave them a little flutter and flex before tucking them back under. “As for how many times she sang for me? Well let’s just say I had her singing Hail Mary’s and gargling holy water long enough for her to lose her voice. Good news is if we have time I may have found us a new crewmate. Nothing tastes sweeter than Cream Pye, and once you have a taste you’re hooked for life~ No seriously I’m literally sweet, here give me a lick, oorrr maybe you’d like me to lick you. Come on show me some skin, I’ll kiss your boo boo’s better, and maybe kiss a few other things~” Cream exclaimed waggling her eyebrows seductively at the fish woman and taking a likely other blow to the groin or face as a result. Once which she blocked with another coating of hardened Cream. “In all seriousness though let me put some bandages on you, I am a doctor as you know and I don’t want your injuries to go untreated.” Cream added as she formed a bit of Cream in her hand and began to roll and stretch them into the shape of a large strip of bandage to apply to both herself and Tessa. Cream had no issue disrobing and tossing off her clothes, letting the fish woman get a good eyeful. Her eggshell white skin was littered with burn marks, most around the neck, shoulders, and stomach from where she had been tazed as well. Cream winced as she slapped the bandages on the sore spots, but visible sighed as it was soothed and covered. She’d apply the same bandages to Tessa if she let her before redressing herself. “Alright let’s get the heck out of here… oh and I guess save Clyde, really these assholes deserve to suffer but not THAT much.” Cream exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and stretched out. She walked over to the door and pulled… to no avail… “Hey Tessa I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that weren’t locked inside…” Cream said in a dour tone. It would seem they had their ruse seen through at some point, and now they were stuck in this small scented room together. “Buuuuttt the good news is that we’re at least trapped in here together! Let’s make the most of our time, take your pants off, I’m gonna give you a more in depth oral examination!” Cream cheerfully exclaimed. This was likely followed by more punching and kicking, totes worth it. Techniques
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| Ludus_Defectio | Oct 11 2016, 12:53 PM Post #15 |
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Tessa was hesitant about letting Cream handle her medical treatment. God knows what would happen if she exposed her bare skin to this woman, but she did seem at least a bit serious for once. Tessa swallowed her pride and hitched up her shirt to expose her abs, on which were several clearly visible burn wounds were he'd jabbed the taser into her sides. "Molest me and I'll fucking kill you." It took a few minutes for cream to treat the wounds of both herself and Tessa. She was no expert, so they'd probably need to have Bryce have a look at them when they got back to the ship, (a thought that didn't please Tessa, Bryce was as thirsty as Cream but not nearly as enthusiastic about the run up, making the whole thing feel awkward. Not that that means she'd actually take Cream's bait either) but for the time being it would do. As Cream redressed, Tessa took a moment to think about how she'd been desensitised to seeing Cream naked. Honestly, she spent more time buck naked with the wind whistling through her fanny than she did actually wearing shit, so although still somewhat awkward Tessa was barely phased by the girl's nudity. Hm. Odd. Theeeeen she had to ruin the atmosphere of camaraderie by mentioning Clyde, and Tessa's good (comparatively speaking) mood evaporated. "Oh. Him. You sure we can't just leave that asshole?" Cream was already trying the door, but it refused to budge. They'd been locked in, and Tessa didn't like the look on Cream's face. She took up a defensive stance. She was still shaky, though, so she wouldn't be able to put up much resistance if Cream attacked. The girl was surprisingly strong, and her being... Tessa scowled... taller didn't help. She wasn't going down without a fight though. "I think I'll take the tasers again, actually." |
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