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Post by Matsumura on Sept 4, 2004 13:18:34 GMT -5
((Hey, Helene. If you need someone to play one of your kids, I'll do it. They are your kids, right? And who's the father? My bad, role taken. nvm))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 4, 2004 13:26:10 GMT -5
Bassarov looks over at Miguel, and back at Kassenia
"So you are here as well, how did they get you?"
He looks at Kassenia,
'Good to see you again Kassenia, I see you won't be joining me, so they must have shown mercy on you."
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Post by Deep Throat on Sept 4, 2004 13:28:30 GMT -5
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Post by Kassenia on Sept 4, 2004 13:47:25 GMT -5
I walk towards him and i straddle him as he sits on the cold stone floor. I slap him hard drawing blood. I move close to him so i can whisper with out anyone else hearing.
"If i torture you they will spare me for a bit. For how long i do not know. It doesn't matter. I just wanted to say i will try not too leave any marks and i have a way to make pleasure and pain one. If you surrender to me...your pain will be exquisite."
I move back and look at his face the blood trickling down. I lean in and lick it off his lip. I wait to see what he shall say. If he denys me this will hurt a hell of a lot. I smirk.
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Post by Iltanesh on Sept 4, 2004 13:51:59 GMT -5
I sit inside the Ministry of Terror cell, deep in meditation. I do not know when they will come for me, but when they do I will be ready.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 4, 2004 13:55:18 GMT -5
Bassarov shudders and turns pale, though he can not say that her tongue on his lips is torturous.
He sits there, partially terrified, partially arroused.
"Do...whatever your job...is..." he replies meekly.
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Post by Satsujin on Sept 4, 2004 14:00:11 GMT -5
Satsujin raises an eyebrow in interest. It isnt often that a person openly defies him.
"... What is your name." he says in a very factual manner almost not considered a question.
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Post by Calithin on Sept 4, 2004 14:01:38 GMT -5
*I listen intently to the conversation. Two androids talking about the human race. Now I've seen everything. I smile to myself.
It's so very amusing how complicated things can be made, if you listen to other peoples perspectives. Wich makes me terribly grateful I don't value anyones perspective but my own.
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Post by Hayven on Sept 4, 2004 14:01:49 GMT -5
I step into the cell, which contains the prisoner known as Iltanesh. I am normally above such petty missions as torture, I have my garden to attend to. So I will make this short He concentrates his mental energies ((somehow the field in the cell does not apply to Red Infinity members)) Invisible Energy Internal Germination He mentally implants the invisible energy seeds within Iltaneshs' body
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Post by Kassenia on Sept 4, 2004 14:05:49 GMT -5
I wriggle on him a bit.
"You surrender to me then? Excellent."
I take my hands and run them down his shirt. I lightly claw at the fabric before using my taloned nails to rip the shirt open. I smile at him.
"Are you familiar with bondage Valodya? It is something the ministry teaches us. It is what you shall endure. I think you would look good with your nipples pierced. And you are in no position to argue."
I lean in and suck on his nipples pinching the flesh with my teeth. Moving from one then to the other. As i do this a kit materializes in my hand. It is a torture kit with needles and probes and prods and a few other tricks i have. I find what i need with my fingers and move, to where my legs are around his waist and i am sitting in his lap. I look at him as i mark him and i put the needle close to his skin.
"This is just the beginning."
I thrust the needle in and tighten around him with my legs. I kiss him as the needle goes through the flesh. I loop a small silver ring through the hole i made.
"Now for the other." I laugh...this is only the beginning.
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Post by Catherine on Sept 4, 2004 14:06:10 GMT -5
"Hmm...interesting..." I mused. I took his hand. "Well, let's go check her mansion. I don't think I really would be looking forward to staying with rebels..."
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Post by Iltanesh on Sept 4, 2004 14:06:10 GMT -5
"Hmm...interesting..." I mused. I took his hand. "Well, let's go check her mansion. I don't think I really would be looking forward to staying with rebels..."
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Post by Soren on Sept 4, 2004 14:09:01 GMT -5
"I am Soren Kierkegaard, a nihilist, and you are?" Soren asks the man
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Post by Iltanesh on Sept 4, 2004 14:13:01 GMT -5
((Post messed up, reposting))
I don't even flinch as I feel the seeds grip me.
"Is that the best you can do?" I ask scathingly.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 4, 2004 14:13:28 GMT -5
Bassarov lets out a subdued scream as she forcefully pierces his nipples.
He clenches his fists, and the pain subsides, feeling tingly or numb now.
He was never a fan of body peircings but he was in no position to complain.
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