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| Post #1 Nov 2 2012, 02:25 AM | Aurora |
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'Hey, this is the red head from the Yakuza. We met yesterday, you know when you ejaculated so fast? Meet me at the Boardwalk, today at 3:00 pm' Anael had called the man she had met yesterday, and wanted to clear some things up. Properly kick his ass was more like it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that there was a meeting that Mr. Shuichi Tsugumi, her employer from the Yakuza, had to attend. Which meant she needed to attend to. Luckily for her the meeting was just up the street, but didn't get out until close to 2:45pm, not giving her much time to run home and change. She didn't understand why she needed to dress up nicely to those kinds of things. She was a fucking bodyguard for Christ sakes, not his girlfriend to show off. She side as she held up her drink, sipping it out of a straw. What would be seen by Ben when he walked up, or flew to her, would be (the skirt is longer then in the picture >>): Anael~ She wore mid calf high black leather boots, her black skirt came just past mid thigh making it much longer then the last. Her top was a long sleeve button up jacket that had a white collard shirt underneath. Unlike the night before she wore her hair up, two sticks poked through the top keeping it up in a bun. What couldn't be seen at first glace was tucked under her shirt and into the back of her skirt was one of her desert eagle pistols, loaded and raring to go. She didn't want to shoot the Ben guy, no, she wanted him to suffer. Shooting him would be to easy, and would be no fun for her. She wanted to lay waste into his face with her fists. Anael had dreamed about it the night before. The feeling of his life being swept away under her punches brought real arousal to her. To be completely honest to herself, she was curious as to why he had planted a kiss on her cheek. Along with the fact she wanted to beat the shit out of him. Anael lifted her leg up against the cement wall she was leaning against and continued to drink her tea. It was about three pm at that time, and he was already late. "Keeping a lady waiting...how horrible." She snickered, her voice low as she took another drink. |
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| Post #2 Nov 2 2012, 12:38 PM | Wackman |
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Ben was expecting her call. He knew she’d call…. He knew those types of women very well; the strong outer shell that kept bay at men with rotten mouth and physical violence. All it took was perseverance to break down that shell. The emotional roller coaster, the emotional and physical pain that was going to come from this encounter was exhilarating and at the end of the ride there was going to be nothing but pleasure. His body was ready for her. His heart was hardened to take in the abuse, and his mind was focused. He was no puppet master; however, he was just a sick man with a different interpretation to what true love was and he had no fears when it came to getting it. “Mistress Tanaka” A voice said right next to her. Ben was standing there; he floated down from the ceiling and lowered himself until they stood at the same height, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He had his arms crossed, and was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie. His dress shoes were black, and his face was still concealed with a mask: two black dots for eyes, and a red smile against a white face; a similar mask to the one he was wearing that night. “If I didn`t know any better, I`d swear you were the one trying to seduce me.” He said flirtatiously as he put his arm around her. |
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| Post #3 Nov 2 2012, 02:29 PM | Aurora |
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Anael heard the mans voice and looked around, given the fact she wasn't use to people flying around her needless to say him coming from above startled her. Not showing it on the outside she glares at the masked man as he lowered himself beside her. Mistress? What the fuck was he thinking calling her that. The image of her pulling her gun out from behind her back, sliding the barrel into his mouth and pulling the trigger, oh man it made her grin. The grin was evil, along with the small laugh that escaped her lips. Anael, seriously hated being touched, it had to be the worst thing someone could do was physically hit or worse, hold her in any fashion. Her eyes never leaving the man as he put his arm around her, and she bare her teeth at him. Her arm lifted up and wrapped around his head, spinning and flipping him down to the ground. She'd be gentle for the man, setting him down with only a matter of a hundred pound force of her knee coming down on his chest. "Don't touch me..." She spoke with her red eyes glaring into the small holes in the mask. Her body leaning forward to try and see better beyond the peep holes of the small eye holes, she leaned her head to the side. Anael's face never changing expressions, she still had that cold, dead blank expression. She spoke. "You know, I should have broken this mask when I had you in my grasp before. To show me your ugly mug." Her hand reached down towards the mask and went to remove it. Her knee still firmly planted against his chest. "Oh, and the only seduction you'll get is me sliding the heel of my boot so far up your ass you'll be tasting leather." |
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| Post #4 Nov 2 2012, 03:15 PM | Wackman |
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Ben got the reaction he wanted, and more. He could see it in her eyes. The intent was there. This was what he yearned for, because he knew the more affection he showed her, the less likely his death would come, but more pain would befall him. He had masochistic tendencies. He loved pain, especially when combined with the trill of perhaps losing your life. Her grin was angelic, and her teeth were calling to him, tugging his heart. How he wanted to press those lips against his into a fiery embrace. She whisked him off his feet, and he found himself on the ground, looking up. This was the best view, her on top, looking down with her condescending glare. The knee on his chest was the clincher, pressing against his heart, making breathing difficult. He couldn`t help himself but to caress it. He could feel a shiver go down his spine, as she took charge and rested her hand on his mask. He didn`t try to stop her, and Ben`s face was revealed. “Oh my, mistress Tanaka. You spoil me, and that would indeed work.” He said, finally looking straight into her eyes. His eyes were fierce with a longing. There was no fear in his eyes, just lust, not even a pained looked to have her knee press against his chest. “Take it all out, honey. I`ll take it. I want it. I`ll last longer this time. That`s a fact” |
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| Post #5 Nov 2 2012, 03:28 PM | Aurora |
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Anael expected no less from the man, as he enjoyed every second of her hurting him. She was confused beyond belief, normal people would beg for their life. Run scared or even cry in the face of Anael, especially if she had them pinned down like this. Tossing his mask to the side she looks down at his face. It was weird, in Anael's eyes everyone was repulsive. She couldn't feel any kind of pull towards someone like that, not with the looks. She only had fallen for one man, that man even she barely wanted to look at. Her knee pressed harder, she could feel his breathing getting lighter. It excited her to no end, feeling the breath being stripped away, life itself being pulled to its breaking point. Oh it got her going. She'd not express it out loud, but her body felt the sensation of ripping his life from existence slowly. "I'd doubt you'd last long, Benny boy." She laugh, her hand grasping his wrist and pushing it hard against the cement ground. Her other hand went around her back an pulled out her gun and pressed the end of her desert eagle's barrel at base of his cock. She swirled it around roughly, making sure he knew it was the cold metal pressing against him. "How much pleasure it would give me to separate your man hood from you...that's what causes me to get off. I'm not your mistress. Lets get that out of your head" she laughed, loving how the tables had turned from yesterday. What would he do now, he was fast in the air but he was stuck on the ground. What would this sick in love pervert do now? |
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| Post #6 Nov 2 2012, 04:14 PM | Wackman |
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« Oh goddess. » Ben said his voice quivering; the knee on his chest, the pressure was increasing. Breathing was getting harder, but she… was so beautiful. It made his mouth water, he wanted to taste her sweet nectar; he wanted her slender hands on his neck. He wanted more. “Last time was a fluke, baby. I`ll last as long as you want me to” He said with difficulty. She pinned his hand to the ground, while his other hand was still on her knee, caressing it ever so softly. He felt the metal against his crotch. Naturally, his leg opened a bit, and he started grinding against the gun. His heart was skipping beats because of how fast it was beating; no doubt she could feel it under her knee. “Oh, you’re too perfect. The pain is amazing. My angel of death please be mine. Accept my eternal love, and I`ll be sure to forever satisfy you, Tanaka-sama Don`t you see… You love giving it, and I love receiving it. How dull were your nights? How long did you have to wait before you could vent it all? No more, I`ll be here, risking my life to guarantee your satisfaction.” Ben proceeded to kiss his fre hand, and tap it gently on her knee as he gave her a sweet smile. |
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| Post #7 Nov 2 2012, 06:01 PM | Aurora |
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Anael couldn't fathom why this guy was so ... in love with her. If that was the correct term. She didn't have a heart to feel anything like that. Her heart had broken long before these two met, and she wasn't about to try and gather the strength to rebuild it. ESPECIALLY, not for this low life scum. Yeah, it did intrigued Anael that he loved the pain she caused him; and in some sick way she wanted to give him that pain. But the fact of the matter was, he was enjoying it. She loved the feeling of someone begging for their life, that feeling they would do anything to live past their meeting. Ben didn't give her that satisfaction. He actually turned her off loving it. Anael could feel his heart skipping beats, she convinced herself it was the lack of oxygen that he was taking in. Leaning forward, feeling his breath slowing down. Wanting to bring him close to death was her intention. Moving her head down close to his, she grinned, bright teeth bare to him in a sick demented smile. "I satisfy myself just fine. I don't need a man to do it for me" Anael was more independent this Miss.Independent herself. He'd risk his life for her? Hah! Anael laughed, her back arching as she laughed hysterically. Her eyes came back to Ben, and shook her head. "Tsk.." She hissed at him as he rubbed her knee, wonder what the fuck he was doing. She released his hand and with a swift motion of her fist, she swung it through his face. Landing a punch square to his chin. Sending over three hundred pounds of pressure across his jaw. Her knee pushed down hard against his chest as she stood up and tucked the gun back behind her back and under her skirt. Looking down at him, she stepped onto his mask and smashed it. "You should be more careful of where you put such meaningful things...now everyone has to bare looking at that hideous face of yours." She kicked the pieces of his mask aside and picked up her drink that she had sat to the side and took a sip. "Such a beautiful day, don't you think Benny boy?" She evil grin seemed to be even more demonic as she taunted him still laying on the ground. |
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| Post #8 Nov 2 2012, 06:46 PM | Wackman |
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Ben was willing to pick up the pieces of her heart, and fix it up for her. She`d even cherish it, and safeguard it with his life. Ben had this idea of love that varied greatly from the general viewpoint. Love was a hurricane, and you avoided all the debris, all the cars, all the houses that flew in your face until you reach the eye; where the heart is. Anael was a fiery hurricane that he wished to see the eye off. He didn`t care how fierce she was, she was worth it. Her words didn`t sting his heart. They didn`t hurt. “I`ll prove it. I can satisfy you bet—“ He was caught off by her laughter… So… beautiful, so spiteful, so demeaning; she could easily take over a small nation, and he wanted to be her loyal vassal. He wanted to serve her drinks, scrub her clean come bath time, be used as her chair, pamper her, conquer lands in her name, he wanted to be responsible for her happiness. He knew it when her punch connected to his face. Such power, it knocked him out, and he was off… to picture it all: the tyrannical queen and her fanatic knight. Even unconscious; his power of flight was activated, and he started to move on his own, visibly unconscious. His body rose from the ground and levitated upward as she spoke. It twisted by itself, and like a moth attracted to a flame, Ben`s head made its way up her skirt; his nose lightly rubbing against her panty. His body was acting around like it was underwater. |
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| Post #9 Nov 2 2012, 07:01 PM | Aurora |
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Anael watched in confusion as his body floated into the air. 'What the..' her head leaned to the side as his body turned. He was coming closer to her and her shoulders dropped. He couldn't be knocked out, she didn't hit him with a hundred percent of her strength, or at least not in the most vulnerable part of the head. He continued moving towards her and she face palmed and shook her head. "Seriously?! You've got to be fuc--!!!! %@^@%#%@!!!!!" Anael's face turned from the pleasure of knocking him out, to pure anger as she felt Ben float straight into her crotch, almost like he was seriously trying to do it! HE WAS KNOCKED OUT! Anael pushed her skirt down and gripped on Ben's shirt and pulled him up, her other hand grabbing the back of his pants and threw him with all her might. Throwing him like a javelin half way across the waterfront and onto the beach area where people were, he wasn't to far off the ground maybe "I will fucking kill you, you sick pervert!!" Her hand gripped the cement wall and bringing herself over it running after his flying body. "YOU HEAR ME BEN!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up in the air right above him, she lifted her leg up and brought it down straight at his face. If she hit him without him waking up, he'd be in some serious trouble. Bringing her leg down onto his face would literally like dropping four hundred pounds of pressure onto him. If he were to somehow regain consciousness she'd go plummeting into the sand, her leg sinking about five feet down; possibly getting stuck in the sand for a second. Edited by Aurora, Nov 2 2012, 07:02 PM.
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| Post #10 Nov 2 2012, 07:43 PM | Wackman |
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Ben`s eyes flashed open, to see her crotch flashed at him. He suddenly stopped moving, inadvertently dodging her blow, as he held himself up. His eyes were blank as he immediately flew after Anael as her leg got stuck in the sand. He hugged her from behind, holding her tightly, as his hands immediately went for her breasts, and he started massaging them. “My queen, how I`ve missed you” He whispered lustfully as he started licking and kissing her neck; his tongue dexterously going up and down, and even teasing her earlobe. He was fast, and efficient, even if he wasn`t fully aware of who he was, or what he was doing... “The battles were tough, the nights were unending, I could not fathom one more second away from your delectable body. My Queen, let me hear your moans” He whispered lustfully, as he began to unbutton her shirt. Ben was a skillful magician, and he knew a thing or two about sleight of hand. |
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