A Scorpio Story Stash

[marauder13]

Yet again, my admin skills show their rust

Royal Machinations with wideeyedone
Flotsam with Darkwarrioress

And the following have gone on hold for a while

An Impossible Blunder with Alana_
Prequel to a Nightmare in Heaven.. with Alana_

 

[marauder13]

A Story Idea

I will admit that this one is similar to something that featured in a Firefly episode, but the idea is somewhat interesting.

A young male doctor is kidnapped to help out with an isolated community. The have ill people, as well the normal run of injuries that comes with such a rural community. Naturally, while he is there, his professional and ethical outlook urges him to look after the people who need his help, even though he hates being there. Attempts to flee fail, and he is given good reasons not to run.

The local nurse feels the same dedication to the patients as the doctor does, but more from her being on of them. While she is not happy about the kidnapping, she is happy that they have an actual doctor, and works along side him, helping him in a very professional manner. One that surprises him a little. She also tries to befriend him, to ease him into his new life.

Ultimately, the two becomes lovers. How that comes about is open for negotiation. Whether she convinces him to stay on, or he convinces her to flee with him, or he successfully gets away... again, that is all part of how the thread goes and what happens along the way.

 

[marauder13]

Occasionally I look at the Seeking Ideas thread, just to see what interesting things people have thought of. One idea that showed up a couple of times struck some appeal, and had the creative juices running for a while.

Thread Idea

There have been a few ladies that have expressed an interest in having an female adventurer go and explore some dungeon, forest or similar place where the denizens don't kill her, but use her for their sexual pleasure. Some might enslave, others might just keep her for a while.

The idea I have is for one, possibly two lady adventurers to boldly go into the Forest of Drevor, in order to chastise the foul creatures that lurk within. In return for fame and gratitude, there is the chance to gain wealth and much experience.

Along the way, they will defeat various creatures, but they will be caught, used, abused, rescued, captured, escape, be enslaved, traded, and all other manner of indignities while pursuing their noble goal. Not everyone out there will be out to gain pleasure from the ladies' personages, but a majority out there will happily take the fullest advantage of whatever they are given.

The setting and creatures will not be based on any specific genre, movie, book or game. Naturally, I will be the 'Dungeon Master' of the thread, and I am happy to keep the other writer(s) in the dark as to what is happening, so they have that element of surprise.

 

[ShyMystica]

I full-heatedly give up my story so you can write with OI and her idea. If it is a numbers issue, then I'd prefer you do this so that I can read the epic story between you two.

And no arguing young man!

*realises she will probably get a talking to because of the last comment, but she doesn't really mind today*

 

[marauder13]

I full-heatedly give up my story so you can write with OI and her idea. If it is a numbers issue, then I'd prefer you do this so that I can read the epic story between you two.

And no arguing young man!

*realises she will probably get a talking to because of the last comment, but she doesn't really mind today*

You, young Miss, are not getting off the hook that easily. I'm greedy. When I get a good cowriter, and a good story, I don't want to let go.

And guess what, Shy? the above applies to Adam's Rib, and the other writer involved.

grabs a whip Now, get working on a response, and leave the thread juggling and admin side of it to me.

 

[ShyMystica]

You, young Miss, are not getting off the hook that easily. I'm greedy. When I get a good cowriter, and a good story, I don't want to let go.

And guess what, Shy? the above applies to Adam's Rib, and the other writer involved.

grabs a whip Now, get working on a response, and leave the thread juggling and admin side of it to me.

*eyes him defiantly*
Don't you use that whip on me. I am helping you be greedy. I am helping you upgrade from an arguably good co-writer/story to a great one. That story is your style, and I want to read it.

Life is about upgrading, my good sir.

 

[marauder13]

*eyes him defiantly*
Don't you use that whip on me. I am helping you be greedy. I am helping you upgrade from an arguably good co-writer/story to a great one. That story is your style, and I want to read it.

Life is about upgrading, my good sir.

True, but one can upgrade while keeping a clearly well working co-writer. I ain't letting you go, so live with it.

I'm going to have my cake and eat it too. So, there!

 

[ShyMystica]

True, but one can upgrade while keeping a clearly well working co-writer. I ain't letting you go, so live with it.

I'm going to have my cake and eat it too. So, there!

Cake? You have cake? Awww....may I pwease have some? *puppydog eyes*

 

[marauder13]

Well, another round of Admin with some threads being demoted and others being added.

New Threads
Denizens of Drevor with BriefcaseRonin
It's Warmer in the Basement with Sweet_Secrets

 

[marauder13]

After a chat with someone recently, I realized that there were some threads to be added to the master list.

Return to Heaven with DemureDryad
Vengeance's Thrall with Lots_Daughter
I've got sunshine...on a cloudy day. with laceandcogs
My Letter To You with trudee
The Aeronauts with Hikari

 

[yeishia]

Hi M13 this is the first time I have wandered into your stash thread, you certainly seem busy as always.

I did notice a small error, you classified, The Vassal Academy as, no longer active, probably never to restart.

I just wanted to point out that The Vassal Academy is very much active.

We have in fact past our 2 year mark recently.

Perhaps you could clarify that you choose to leave the thread for personal reasons and that it is very much alive, I would hate for our readers to think otherwise.

Thanks so very much.

Be well.

 

[marauder13]

Hi M13 this is the first time I have wandered into your stash thread, you certainly seem busy as always.

I did notice a small error, you classified, The Vassal Academy as, no longer active, probably never to restart.

I just wanted to point out that The Vassal Academy is very much active.

We have in fact past our 2 year mark recently.

Perhaps you could clarify that you choose to leave the thread for personal reasons and that it is very much alive, I would hate for our readers to think otherwise.

Thanks so very much.

Be well.

Oops. You're right. Vassal Academy is still going strong. I have changed that post to reflect that I am no longer a part of this active thread.

Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

 

[marauder13]

A piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.


He slumped in the chair, looking at the remains of the wine in the bottom of the glass. He was swirling it around, watching the play of colour across the surface of the liquid as it moved. There were no thoughts in his mind, apart from those associated with the colours of the wine.

He never heard her enter, as her bare feet touched the cool marble floor. She stood at the far end of the room, watching him and waiting for an indication of what she should do. The torches that lined the wall gave enough light to see whole of the room clearly. They also gave off enough heat to keep her from getting cold.

Swallowing, she raised her head, shaking the wheat coloured hair so that it rested on her back and started to walk up to him. The translucent fabric that made up her dress barely touched the floor as she walked with confident strides to the other end of the room. It shimmered slightly in the light of the torches' flames, and added shades of red, yellow and gold to her tanned skin.

Some sense warned him of her presence. He slowly lifted his head, his expression passive as the tall, well curved woman brought her seemingly naked self closer to him. The multiple sources of light cast numerous shadows over the natural curves and arched lines of her body. Her full breasts seemed to defy the pull of gravity, remaining firm, lush and high as if held by the hands on the Gods themselves. Their very tips slightly risen, but still soft like the dark skin surrounding them. The hips that were wide enough to give her good shape swayed gently with each step that, along with the well toned legs, sent the gossamer light fabric floating in the air around her.

She stopped five paces short of where he sat, before curtseying to him.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

I can still clearly see the first time I laid eyes on you.

You were lying on the sand. A halo of the softest sable surrounding your face, framing the alabaster of your skin glowing in the light of the moon. The waves, lunging forward in their desperation to touch you, caress you and take you back to the jealous Neptune who feared the loss of one of his mermaids.

Your body was wrapped in a single piece bathing suit of a dark blue. It aided in the outlining of the gentle flair of your hips, the trimness of your belly and the curve of your waist. The way it defined the shape of your wonderful breasts, accentuating their appearance with every slow breath you took.

The moon light's touch which made your hair shine, and your skin glow softly. I was awestruck as I watched you slowly rise to your feet, shaking your head to restore the positioning of the obsidian strands. With slow, graceful steps that made you appear to almost float, I watched as you surrendered yourself to the constant call of the Mare, and you took yourself from my sight for the rest of the night.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Slaughterfield​

Smoke hung low in the air, mercifully obscuring the scene of carnage before him. His imagination could not have conjured an image such as reality had just graced him, but it would be one that his mind would not let him forget for the rest of his life. Overwhelming the numbness, he started trudging away from the field of death.

No matter where his feet were placed, there was no grass, nor dirt to support his weight, there were only corpses. He ignored the feeling of the flesh under his feet, fixing his eyes on the horizon, on the barely visible standard of his General, his savior.

How long he traveled, he neither knew nor cared. The important fact was that he had made it to his chosen destination alive.

And alone.

All around were the littered bodies of the General’s staff, all dealt with in the same manner as those who stood in the front ranks. Tears rolled down his smoke and dirt stained face. The silent sobs commenced as he tended to the staff, closing their eyes and sending a small prayer to them, wherever their souls went. For the second time since the battle’s end, he administered to fallen comrades.


The sounds of the carrion birds woke him. Startled, the soldier rose, shielding his eyes from the bright sun above. The sky was full of birds, all calling their delight at the feast awaiting them below. Once more, the soldier turned his attention to the field of death. The land below was never, nor would ever be referred to as a field of battle, since all that happened there was a slaughter, pure and simple. No tactics, no formations, just two sides fighting to the last. One side for the lust of battle and the joy of killing, the other just for the last hope of survival.

The land was carpeted with bodies, some clearly identifiable by the garb, others not. Already other carrion beasts were feasting. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but bodies.

“Why? Why do these things happen to us?”

When no answer came, the soldier turned his back to the dead and made his way back to his home. He hoped.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Lady and the Knight​

The woods, she thought, would ease her sleep
As she strolled through the forest one moonless night
Upon her it came, creature from a Hell dark and deep
It caused her great fear, as well as her flight,
Growling her name
Terror the game
And from the lady, The Beast would feed from her fright.

He was knighted as one of his Lord’s best
He battled in lands far from where he belong,
Forced to leave to follow the Quest
The years of struggle and loss were long,
Broken sword, armor rent
Skin scarred, body bent
But soul and virtue pure, his will unbroken and strong.

With the cry of fear, his race began
Through the sea of bramble he wade,
To uphold his honour, onward he ran
And readied himself for war to be made,
Branches slapping his face
Didn’t slacken his pace
Until her loveliness was found within the glade.

“My Lady,” he spoke and with that she stirred
“I will protect you, now that I am here
“The cause of your summoning cry I heard,
“I shall stop from bring you more fear.”
His reward a smile
Pure, free from guile
And for the first time, her cheeks were wet with tear.

“My Lord Knight,” she spoke, “first man that I have seen
“Since I entered this most dreadful wood,
“I accept the offer you’ve made so keen
“And I draw strength from all in you that is good.”
Her words were kind
New light now shined
Now his quest was near end, soon to rejoin his brotherhood.

With great cry of fear, hatred and anguish
A dark mass broke from the forest into the light,
The Beast lunged forward to extinguish
The Lady’s new guardian, the gallant Knight,
He stood his ground
Quest’s end he’d found
Since the Lady would be released from her fright.

The two traded blows with crashing and many a yell
With talon and fang, sword and shield,
The mortal Knight defending her from a Beast of Hell
Both fought hard, neither willing to yield,
One last stroke
Sword again broke
With victory achieved, the exhausted Knight fell onto the field.

The Victor was raised from bended knee
No longer driven by the need to defend,
The Lady saw from wounds blood ran free
And from a nearby stream, his wounds she did tend,
On grass he’d lie
With time passing by
Old wounds and new began to mend.

Dark Beast was strong, and tough of hide
Great strength was drawn from her dread,
Cunning it was, overlooked by pride
Of a victory over a creature thought dead,
But gamble was made
Swift was the blade
That took the body from the Beast’s head.

With death in battle, new strength was born
At his quest he would now succeed,
And fulfill the strongest vow he had sworn
For he lived now to complete that deed,
In grassy plain, under sky
The victorious Knight did die
And from the Beast the Lady was freed.


Copyright © <marauder13> 2003

 

[ShyMystica]

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Lady and the Knight​

YAY! My favourite piece of yours, EVER!

You really should be proud of this. Congratulations.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

The Threshold​

Kasseld knelt down on the track carved into the side of the mountain, as ephemeral claws of ice cold wind grappled with him to hurl him from his perch to his doom below. His visor was down to protect his face from the sleet and small stones carried on the violent air. His body rocked from time to time as the storm changed the angles of it's blows against him in its ceaseless attempts to topple him. But he had an anchor stronger than the furies of the storm that held him firm on the slick rocks beneath his feet.

Drusilla.

The small woman was huddled close to his armoured chest, while his massive shield was on the other side of her, protecting her from the element's hatred of their presence. Even though he could not feel her through his armour nor could he look at her, he knew where she was and what she was doing. Some other sense was at work, guiding him in his duty to protect her. She had her duty, and he had his. His would soon be at an end, as she would be at the place of her need.

The brigands that assailed their camp were no match for his sword. The lion that took too close an interest in them learned a sharp lesson, and would bear a wound, possibly long enough to be a scar, for the rest of its life. Not even the river that threatened to sweep her away was a danger to him as he carried her across. One of the storm's first serious attempts to deal with them failed as the dagger like shards of ice shattered harmlessly on his shield, rather than tearing the flesh from their bones. All of these, and more he sheltered Drusilla from, and kept her safe.

But the terrors within her mind, he could not touch. She was one who was as her birthright dictated. Confident, strong of will, graceful, full of poise and beauty. She undertook her task initially with great courage and determination. But as they closed on the place, her will faltered like her steps and her courage wilted like the flowers under the summer sun. But she never stopped, she never turned back. But she got slower, and more afraid.

The storm howled its frustration at the inability to remove the intruders, reserving it's strength for another time. Kasseld needed no further prompting to move them closer to their destination. Together, they moved slowly, more due to Drusilla's reluctance than out of need for safety. Still, the winds made the way fraught with dangers, obscuring their vision as well as pelting them with debris.

Upon reaching a bend in the trail, the storm launched a fresh assault against them. The blinding flash of light was followed immediately by an earsplitting boom of thunder that was drowned out by the roar of anger from the storm. The fresh rain of ice cold water and sleet was joined by a deluge of earth and rock from above. The explosive cacophony was rounded out by a bone chilling keening. Kasseld was surprised to find that the creature voicing the hideous wail was none other than Drusilla, giving voice to her terror.

Step by creeping step, they rounded the corner as the storm tried once more to rid the track of the human intruders. After a wearying eternity, they made their way to a sheltered ledge, that was almost a cave. Kasseld sat Drusilla down, removing his helm. It was then, he saw the ledge hosted a malevolent, maw-like opening that housed a darkness that seemed to be almost alive. But his attention was drawn to spectacle 'outside' the ledge.

The storm unleashed its fury in a display unmatched by anything they had seen before. Multiple flashes of lightning illuminated small patches of the white air as the answering booms of thunder rolled over the land as the air moved with ever greater speeds that before. Kasseld thought that the storm was angry that it had failed, and started to take out that anger on the lands beneath its broad reach.

Satisfied that the storm could not reach them, Kasseld turned his attention to Drusilla. Her long, lustrous raven hair was dull, dirty and matted. The normally glowing ivory complexion was now ashen, sullen and drawn. Twin obsidian pits housed lifeless gray orbs where once bold azure drew one's attention. Her poised, graceful stature had been replaced by a bent shuddering huddle. He walked over to her, kneeling before her and placing a soft kiss on her forehead before standing to guard them both.

The kiss brought Drusilla back from the maelstrom of her terror enough to register her surrounds. She looked over at the mouth of the cave, her lifeless eyes seeing the pitch like darkness trying to tempt her to allow her to be enfolded in its velvet soft agony. She heard the low, deep moan wafting from the depths, reinforcing the hopelessness of trying to enter there.

Her hand was moving with glacial speed, drawn to the one place where her body was not cold as ice. When her fingers touched, a circuit of warmth was closed. Warmth of a spiritual essence blossomed within her. Her poise returned as she stood, her heart beat was stronger, and some of her colour returned. Her terror filled eyes looked back at her companion as she lifted a hand to him.

"Please, my friend, come with me. Stand at my side, and let me draw on your strength as I do what I must do, lest I fail."

Kasseld sheathed his sword, replaced his helm and took her hand in his. Drusilla led them both to the boundary where the darkness seemed tangible. Taking one last shuddering breath, she stepped into the darkness.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Men in Black​

"Control, Unit Charlie-Oscar-Seven. Close on subject and await further orders. Control out."

The mainstream appearing vehicle, in a slightly darker shade of natural green, pulled out of the driveway where it had been waiting. The passenger leant forward, tapping the wide screen in front of him. Multiple windows blazoned into life, the main one of a GPS style map system detailing their location as well as someone else's.

"Hermes confirmation of telemetry feed. Support inbound in 15 seconds."

"Affirmative," the driver replied.

"Hermes completed telemetry processed, no further recommendations at this time."

"Control, Unit Charlie-Oscar-Seven. Alpha-Epsilon-Two: Termination of subject approved. Confirm instructions. Over."

"Unit Charlie-Oscar-Seven, Control. Confirm receipt of Alpha-Epsilon-Two order. Terminate subject. Over."

"Affirmative. Instructions correct. Out."

Both men in the vehicle slapped the central point of their harnesses, the straps tightening. The driver immediately dropped the vehicle down a gear and accelerated, weaving through the traffic.

"Hermes update," the passenger spoke evenly. "Subject will be beyond sanction in one hundred eighty three seconds."

"Affirmative. Request full support from Hermes." He paused to go around a taxi. "We have an Alpha-Epsilon-Two, correct?"

"Correct. Why?"

"We are cleared for unrestricted asset and procedural use."

"Affirmative. Loading predictive route system, linking to nav system. Link complete."

The driver reached forward and pressed a small blue button that was not one of the standard buttons for the model of car driven. The sound of the engine changed, and the two felt a firm vibration through the vehicle. The car chopped and changed lanes with the lightest of touches of the steering wheel.

"Course correction. Right, one hundred twenty-five." The passenger reached forward and tapped his screen. The street lights ahead were overridden remaining green longer than they were supposed to as the vehicle approached the intersection closing on 100 km/h. The lights went from green to amber as the driver engaged the clutch and hand brake, spinning the wheel sharply to the right. as the car spun, he spun the wheel in the other direction. The car slid into the middle of the intersection as the lights went red, the driver dropping it into 2nd gear, disengaging the clutch. The engine roared into life as the tires screamed their frustration at their lack of ability to grip the road. But then, they did grip, and the car shot down the road, rapidly accelerating past the few cars on the road.

"One hundred fifty seconds." The driver rapidly geared down, taking the next corner at a mere 70 km/h, leaving twin trails of smoking black sludge on the road as the wound through the back streets. The loud blaring of a truck horn announced their near miss returning to a major road way.

"Sixteen, engage mode five."

"Affirmative, mode five activated."

The car immediately went down the wrong side of the road, vehicles miraculously leaving gaps large enough for them to exploit as the other side was bumper to bumper cars. The slipped through the oncoming traffic at close to 100 km/h, swerving violently as they drove. Neither man showed the slightest emotion as they whistled past cars by millimetres.

"Target acquired, two thousand metres, straight ahead. Ninety seconds before target is lost."

The driver jumped the car back onto the proper side of the road, running the car up and down the gears as he raced to intercept the target. He slowed the car enough to allow crossing traffic at the interception to move enough to give him a gap he could use, racing through at double the allowed speed limit.

"One thousand metres, forty seconds." The white van came into view. The driver pushed the car to the limit as the passenger drew his service side arm. He gave it a preliminary check as they raced to intercept. Once more, the driver put the car into a high speed turn, bringing it to a stop slightly off to one side before the target vehicle.

"Six seconds," The driver said as the passenger slapped the release of the restraints, and pushed the door open.

Five seconds. The passenger cleared the door, standing at his full height, his dark glasses covering the quick scanning of his eyes.

Four Seconds. The passenger identified the target within the van, but the darkened glass made it hard to clearly make out his target.

Three seconds. The driver of the van started to anticipate the change in the lights, and started to move forward.

Two seconds. The passenger fired a shot, shattering the window and giving him a clear line of sight of his target. The van stopped moving as the driver reacted to the gunshot.

One second. The target was lined up cleanly, and the man fired the killing shot.

Zero seconds. The van driver accelerated from the scene in blind terror.

The passenger returned to the car. He pulled on and secured his restraints as the driver started to drive off.

"Well, Sixteen?"

"Mission complete, Twenty-five." There was a small pause. "Unit Charlie-Oscar-Seven, Control. Mission complete. Out."


Back at Control, the file concerning the eight year old Sandra Delmont was updated to note that she had been successful terminated.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.


It was a beautiful sight to behold. Nakedness held in check by the use of a thin film of fabric obscuring an otherwise fine example of the female derriere. But the compensations for that lack of visual appeal were more than worthy. Well shaped legs extended closer to where I pondered the vision of beauty. A well matched placement of powerful muscles and sinuous curves that flowed from beneath the fabric to her delicate feet. From the other side, a nicely concave plateau of smooth skin led to the strands of silky midnight hair that was scattered across her shoulders.

The silent call was wearing down my resolve to let her be, to just observe the delights before me rather than sample them as I desired so strongly.

Movement caught my attention as my competition arrived, determined to claim what was rightfully mine. The cool look of disdain that was leveled at me told me clearly of his intent, and his willingness to secure his desire against mine own desires. My eyes shifted from heaven to the hell that approached, the hatred clear to my competitor that I was more than willing to take battle to him to secure my claims. I did so, even spying the fresh battle wounds from our last engagement.

Still, with arrogance, he approached her. With one last smug look at me, he leapt upon her barely clad rear. She let out a squeak of surprise, followed by laughter as she lowered her head to folded arms again. Knowing that I was gazing on jealously, unable to intervene at all, he started to firmly knead her buttocks. Sounds of mutual consent wove together to form a music that under other circumstances would have been soothing to my soul. But not now. Not this time.

I slowly buried my jealousy, and decided that I do could join in, caressing and massaging other places of her to add to her overall pleasure. The moment I took a step closer, he looked at me with balefires burning behind his eyes as he continued to project an air of contentment. My own eyes narrowed, quickly determining the risks and rewards associated with taking battle to him once more. But his position was better, making the risks too great.

With a grim face, I snorted softly, retreating to a place of sanctuary. I caught the final look of smug satisfaction on his face as he settled himself upon her prone form, clearly enjoying the proximity to her well shaped ass. On the way to my place of misery and torment, I grabbed a beer, throwing myself down in front of the TV, draining the contents in one swift motion.

"One day, I'm going to kill that fucking cat."

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

The sounds of her laughter were cut off she she was solidly pinned to the wall and kissed deeply. Her moans were joined by his as their tongues played chase and tag through their mouths before his took charge. She molded herself against him as the sounds of their breathing grew stronger. The kissing grew more raw as he pressed her hard against the wall, pushing his hips against hers as hard as he could.

He broke off the kiss, leaving her pouting at the loss of his lips. His dark eyes looked into hers, not a word being said, but his question clear. She never broke contact with him as she nodded her reply. His grin broadened as his hands ceased claiming her hips, allowing one of them to take on of hers. Their joyous, lustful steps took them down to the end of the hall to the solid door. In spite of it's appearance, it opened easily and without a sound. He stepped into the darker, cooler interior, letting her stand outside, but his hold beckoned her to join him.

The cooler air caressed her skin, raising a light layer of goosebumps until she adjusted. The air was not cold, just more pleasant that the natural air beyond the room. The door was closed, the soft click of the lock engaging the only signal that the door was no longer open.

She felt the movement of the air behind her as he stood close to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her to him. She felt his joy at her presence firmly settling between her buttocks. She was very pleased she elicited such a firm reaction from him. Because he gave her an equally warm reaction to his presence too. He broke the contact, working the zipper of her dress so it was completely opened. With the barest of whispers, the fabric made one last sweep of her skin as gravity took over. The soft internal hems brushed her curves one their way south to the floor, reminding her of his soft fingers that explored her arms, face and neck only hours before.

Lips bearing a heat reminiscent of the sun skimmed along her shoulders, pausing in places to seemingly brand her with kisses that radiated heat almost throughout her body. Those lips were replaced with cool fingers that almost floated upon her skin from her shoulders until they found her bra strap that divided her flawless back. A tiny shudder rocked her body. She grinned at the sensations his fingers drew from her, as well as what she knew would happen next. But it was with a delicacy she had never experienced before that he undid the bra, freeing her confined flesh from it's captive hold. His hands roamed her arms as he slid the straps off her shoulders down her arms, once more bring his body into contact with hers.

A soft moan of appreciation echoed through the room from her as she tested his support of her body. His hands arrived on her lower ribs, touching softly before moving upward and tracing the lower edge of her breasts. The moan grew more substantial as the hands replaced the lace of the bra in enclosing her breasts. He sighed softly in her ear as her nipples hardened against his palms. With delicate movements, he softly massaged the soft, yet firm flesh, enjoying the feel of her under his hands, and the pleasure he was giving to her with the simple touch.

Again he slowly removed himself from connecting with her physically until she heard him lower himself behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. As she imagined, he was down on one knee, his head just above the height of her panty clad derriere. The wind of his appreciative whistle caress her flesh, sending another wave of goosebumps across her back and thighs. His lips brushed her skin just above the line of thin cloth as his hands took up position on her hips. As he peeled them off her and moved them down her legs, she knew he would be able to smell her arousal clearly. She hoped that he found it approving, but quickly dismissed the thought.

He helped her step out of her underwear, then brought his face back up to giver her a kiss on each of her buttock cheeks before he stood up. Slowly walking around to stand in front of her, he pulled her into a warm embrace, kissing her deeply once more. She threw herself into the kiss fully, opening up to him and allowing him to take whatever he wanted of her through that kiss.

She was breathless when he led her to wooden frame, her arousal causing a bonfire with her body that made her feel warm enough to heat up the room. They traded smiles as he lowered a blindfold over her eyes, kissing her tenderly once he was done. There was a pause before she felt some silk wrap around her left wrist, firmly holding it to the wood. Her heart rate increased as she heard him going for the next piece of silk to help restrict her to the frame.

His hand pressed against her right wrist a little differently to the left, and she was mildly perplexed. Her arousal still clouded her mind enough to make thinking of what could be happening to be challenging for her. Plus, her focus was on imaging what deeds he would perform once she was secured.

The sharp ringing sound of metal on metal lasted for a split second before her screams shattered the silence of the room. Sharp pain flooded her body as a large nail was driven through her wrist into the underlying wood. Before she could react enough to fight against his hold of her wrist, the nail was struck again, biting deeper in to the wood, and holding her wrist firm. Three more strikes had the nail in place, surrounded by a pool of rich, bright blood which proceeded to run down her arm. The specially designed head of the large nail ensured that she wouldn't simply rip her wrist off of the nail.

"No... please don't... please!!"

He ignored her cries, as he moved the silk aside slightly, securing her other wrist by a similar nail. The silk was removed, and checked for blood. He smiled when he saw none on it and laid it back in his toy box. Her feet were positioned correctly, another nail through each into the wooden base holding her in perfect position.

After he placed his tools back, he walked around in front of her. He gently lifted her tear stained face. Her shocked expression stared blankly back at him. He looked at her with a slightly sad face, before he started to kiss her again. Soft, tender kisses graced her lips as his free hand caressed her body in a loving fashion. To his joy, she started to respond to his kisses, holding her head up, allowing the other hand to caress her face. The kisses slowly grew more passionate, but the caresses remained soft, gentle and tenderly arousing. By the time he finished, she was breathing hard, her nipples were erect and hard, and her perfume filled the air around them.

He stripped his shirt while she was able to see, letting her eyes take in what her body had felt. Solid muscle from hard work, filling out his impressive torso. He watched her eyes light up at the sight. He stepped forward to let one of her breasts feel what his chest felt like, skin to skin. Her moan made him even harder still.

He walked back to the toy box and out of her sight. He took out a medieval style flagellation whip, smiling at the soft tinkle of metal as he got it ready. He walked closer to the bound woman, lashing out. The metal pieces woven into each of the tails bit into her flawless skin, ripping skin and making lines of exposed flesh. Rivers of blood flooded her back by the time he brought the whip back. Her howls of pain were starting to wind down when he struck a second time, devastating more of her back with the wicked metal and leather. He never slowed enough to allow her to stop her screams. He struck through the corpuscular barrier covering her back, removing more and more of her skin with each blow.

He dropped the whip, and returned to kiss her again, exactly as he had before. But this time, he also added soft cooing noises through her tears, sobs and crying. Again, he drove away her reactions to the pain, bringing her to arousal once more, even as her blood splattered and sounded like rain as it fell to the floor.

He stood back, stripping his pants to reveal himself in his natural state. His erection stood proudly. Hard, angry and ready. She nodded slightly as he walked behind her. His hands clamped down hard on her blood stained hips, as he rammed his thick shaft into her rear passage. She cried out in pain that devolved into pleasure, using her limited movement range to help work him into her deeper. He hammered her brutally, reveling in the tightness of her arse. They both screamed in pleasure, hers tinged with pain from her abused back and stretched anus. His grunts grew louder, and the thrusts even more severe when he finally roared his climax in her shattered body. She joined him in the chorus of pleasure before the pain, orgasm and blood loss finally caused her to faint.

He pulled himself out quickly, snapping his fingers. Three men and a woman rushed to the frame, working swiftly to free the unconscious woman. He watched on, cleaning himself of the contents of her bowels and the blood from his body. She was laid down on her belly, her back being seen to to stop the bleeding while she was given two IVs, both being pushed to get the fluids into her. The woman checked her vitals, then looked over to the man and nodded.

"Excellent. Make sure that she is given the best treatment, and that she is thanked in the proper manner. Since she was so good, make it half a million dollars." When she nodded, he turned and left the room.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Reflections​

Alyssa walked over to the full length mirror. She had grown to hate it with a passion as it showed her the undeniable truth for so many years. Wheat coloured hair that turned into a bird's nest with the greatest of ease. The colour of her eyes she only ever equated with mud. Even her mostly pale complexion was one that she never found a positive for.

Alyssa sighed, looking down at her nightie clad body. She was a good weight, which was the one thing she never had a complaint about. But where the weight was distributed she definitely had problems with. She had curves, more in some places than she needed, less in others. If they could only be moved around a little bit, it would be so much better. She ran her hands over the thick material of her nightwear, feeling her undesired contours with a sigh.

Her gaze returned to the Mirror of Awful Truths, and she gasped. Where her hands sat on her stomach, another larger hand sat over them. She stared with wide open eyes as the hands started to guide hers over her tummy, down to the outer boundaries of her hips. She tore her gaze from the reflection of her hands gently caressing her overly generous hips as she looked up to see him right behind her.

He stood a full head taller than her and his deep, dark chocolate eyes met hers and pinned her gaze. His rich, sable mane seemed to flow back from his ruggedly shaped face. She managed to sneak her gaze from his, down the massive muscular column of his neck to the broad plateau of his shoulders. Their breadth suggested the size of his chest and the rest of his torso, knowing that he would outweigh her maybe threefold.

The passage of her hands to her thighs broke her gaze of him, and she watched in stunned amazement as he continued his assisted caressing of her body. Alyssa found her heart starting to race as she watched their hands dance over her body. She felt a heat building within her as the man tenderly enjoyed the simple exploration of her body. Further up her body their hands went. The slow traversal of the combined touches brought a life to Alyssa's body that she never felt before. He guided her hands back towards her hips before leading them to cup her buttocks. She felt her eyes close as the hands explored, then massaged the globes of flesh above her legs. She could feel the heat of her flesh through the fabric by the time her hands were guides back to her front.

Alyssa's breathing deepened into moans as her hands went higher than previously obtained under his gentle guidance. She felt a tightening in her lower body that matched the twin tightening of points further up. Her anticipation of his touch on her breasts was reaching fever pitch. She languidly opened her eyes to watch their hands skirt the boundaries of what she thought were her inadequate breasts. She gasped audibly when the hands moved onto her breasts. Her hands cupped them softly, making the fabric add to the tactile sensations she was experiencing. The manner in which he guided her hands made the press of the nightie's fabric almost teasing. He guided her hands further up her breasts, sliding her fingers either side of the pinnacles, letting the webbing between caress and taunt her nipples.

Her moans escaped her bitten bottom lip and Alyssa's eyes almost fluttered fully closed. She had never felt so desired as she had by this man's simple caressing of her. She shivered as her guided palms rolled over the hard, sensitive buds moving up to the opposing shoulders. Alyssa gazed back at him, eager to see what he thought of what was happening. His expression was calm, peaceful and what she thought was a touch pleased.

Soon their hands glides over the tops of her shoulders and continued their path down her arms. The long sleeves did nothing to stop the deep tingling touch from bypassing the fabric that separated the hands from the arms underneath. He ensured that her hands remained on her arms until her palms brushed. The entire time her arms came alive with the energy transferred by the touch. When the fingertips broke contact, she shuddered at the loss of what was being given.

Her hands were brought up to her mid biceps, his powerful arms wrapping her softly in warm embrace. She watched as he started to lower his head to one side of her head. Sensing what he planned for her, she flicked her head, clearing her neck for his approaching lips. Alyssa trembled, heating up and feeling herself tighten even more as she watched his lips close of her neck. Her eyes closed automatically as she felt the soft press of his warm flesh against her neck. The blazing heat cause by his touch flared through her body, giving her a release that shock her to the very core of her soul. She felt herself soar amongst the stars as he gave her one last parting gesture of his affection for her.

When her eyes opened again, she was left standing before the Mirror of Awful Truths, alone. But then, Alyssa saw a totally different person standing before her.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.
[OOC : This little scene was inspired by this image.]

Taken​

She took tiny, timid steps backward. Her attempts to keep her distance from him were in vain, as he stalked after her. She could see the lust in his eyes as clearly as the other evidence further down his likewise naked body. She was confused over what she felt. There was fear about what would happen. She knew what, but not where, or even how. But there was also an excitement about it too that made her heart race that little faster.

He drank in her appearance, hungrily enjoying the sight of her finally revealed. He felt a slight joy at the way she sought to avoid the inevitable, or was it to draw out the prelude. He heard her denials, her requests to stop, but he also saw how all of this was teasing her, delighting her in ways he wondered if she even knew were happening. He managed to keep his face from betraying the knowledge he had that it would soon move from the prelude to the main act. In her desire to escape him, she was only going to trap herself.

Her focus was firmly set on him, afraid to look away and permit him the chance to make his move. She believed that by watching him, she would deny him the chance to do what he wanted... and what she was starting to desire.

Her lower back met something solid and cold. She let out a short squeak of surprise, managing to keep watching him. But it made little difference to the outcome. He moved quickly, grabbing her waist in a firm grip, lifting her onto the counter. He grabbed her thighs, lifting and parting them, forcing her back against the mirror. She was now afraid again. Her thoughts ran rampant through her mind - Was she afraid of what he was now clearly going to do to her, or was she afraid of how much she would enjoy it.

He paused for a moment. He looked over her open before him, totally vulnerable and knowing it. The way it manifested visually sent a shiver of pleasure running through him. His hunger for her in that moment was almost palpable. When he returned his gaze to her face, he let his joy at her outward fear show in the smile he gave her. He looked down at her awaiting sex, glistening obviously and advertising her truest thoughts of what she felt about where she was. He needed no further encouragement, nor any other signal to know he had read her intentions correctly.

He aligned his shaft with her moistened entrance, then looked back at her face as he sank into her with one strong thrust that ended with the loud slap of their bodies meeting.

 

[marauder13]

Another piece of my writing

This was originally posted in the Random Ramblings thread.

Shoes​

I sat, relaxed in the firm, supportive embrace of the leather chair. My eyes remained closed as I waited for your arrival. My imagination filled in the time with all manner of images and sensations of what could possibly happen. A barely noticeable wicked grin curved my lips. It was the only hint of what I was thinking.

The loud rapport of heels confidently making contact with the hard wood floors echoed from down the hall. My grin grew into a smile, my mind's eye working hard to match a visual to go with the sounds. The rhythm was steady; the click of the heel, the softer tap of the toes and the light shift of the other foot being lifted in it's stride.

The sensual sway of your hips came to mind, clad in a free flowing, soft fabric that moved with a teasing grace. Sheer stockings, of course, sheathed the well toned and defined legs artfully shaped by the footwear that announced your presence.

Your steps had grown louder before you paused. I imagined you in the doorway, teasing me. Tempting me to gaze upon you. Your stance was sultry, a personification of desire.

I waited. I wanted to see you in motion once more, rather than in a mere pose, no matter how entrancing that pose might be. The way you moves fires my blood in ways that no other woman does.

The loud cracks of your heels in motion signals me to open my eyes. Your feet are enclosed in shoes that remind me of obsidian; darkest black that shines in the lowest of light. Your feet are also angled by the thin spike that keeps your heels three inches above your toes. As imagined, black stockings cling to your legs, helping to focus my eyes on their delightful lines.

A tantalizing band of bare thigh exists between the stocking's tops, and the lower edge of your corset. The sway of your hips surpasses my imagination's feeble attempts to match the reality I am greeted with. I find my breathing deepening at the wondrous display.

The corset, soft earthy tones hugging your torso, clearly aiding showing off a desirable array of curves. The corset appears to be more supportive than molding of the flesh in encircles. How it could improve on your body, one that is so magnificent to start with?

The confident stride continues to bring you closer to me. I find your eyes on mine, locking my gaze, denying me the chance to look elsewhere. By the shape of your eyes, I know you're smiling too. This adds to my growing heat. Adds fuel to my desire. Elevates your beauty even higher.

The walk that I saw was natural, easy flowing and naturally graceful. For a moment I wonder if other have been fortunate enough to see that stride. But it doesn't matter, because you walk that way for me to see. A sight that brings much joy to me.

One of the stocking clad legs brushes the outside of one of my thighs, soon followed by the other brushing the outside of the other thigh. Your weight slowly glides into my lap. Your arms come to rest on my shoulders as mine circle your waist.

No words can ever hope to convey the messages that our looks give each other. Your warmth in my lap and your hands combing my hair both soothe and excite me in equal measure.

We both agreed that it was the perfect start to a perfect evening.

 

[yeishia]

Oops. You're right. Vassal Academy is still going strong. I have changed that post to reflect that I am no longer a part of this active thread.

Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

Thank you