BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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- Feb 26, 2001
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Kandy Rayner/Willow the Wisp
This was wrong. I enjoyed to play with a person as much as anyone, but I could tell that this man was manipulating her feelings, and that was way beyond what I would accept. Perhaps it was a strange twist to my so-called perversion, but I felt it was all right to strip someone naked, to hide their clothes, to leave them defenseless even when there was no danger of them dying, it was even all right to ravish someone in the right circumstances. But to bypass or enhance their emotions was to rob them of something far more precious than their clothes, their possessions or even their right to freely choose a sexual partner - it was to rob them of their soul. I wouldn't stop my ploy of toying with her, she was too much fun, but perhaps it was time to consider what grief I could give to him. For now, it was certainly time to enhance the distraction caused by her feeling that something was wrong.
What would work best? I didn't want to make it a dangerous distraction - not when she still had the fun of finding the only piece of clothing available to her was a pair of real-world socks - yet it had to be sufficient for them to move on, for him to decide this wasn't the time or place for further sexual escapades. Then I had it.
A mooing, snorting sound could be heard from the woods on the opposite side of the pool to them as I formed a large, full sensory hallucination. At once, his alarm began to ring. I brought my illusory creatures forward to the stream, to drink at what would seem to be their waterhole. Bonnacons, the fabled cattle whose breath and flatulence were both noxious poisons of the worst kind. I knew they could kill a herd of them together, but if they had any sense, they would move for their clothes and leave instead. After all, fighting near things that breathed poison could have deadly effects even if you won.
This was wrong. I enjoyed to play with a person as much as anyone, but I could tell that this man was manipulating her feelings, and that was way beyond what I would accept. Perhaps it was a strange twist to my so-called perversion, but I felt it was all right to strip someone naked, to hide their clothes, to leave them defenseless even when there was no danger of them dying, it was even all right to ravish someone in the right circumstances. But to bypass or enhance their emotions was to rob them of something far more precious than their clothes, their possessions or even their right to freely choose a sexual partner - it was to rob them of their soul. I wouldn't stop my ploy of toying with her, she was too much fun, but perhaps it was time to consider what grief I could give to him. For now, it was certainly time to enhance the distraction caused by her feeling that something was wrong.
What would work best? I didn't want to make it a dangerous distraction - not when she still had the fun of finding the only piece of clothing available to her was a pair of real-world socks - yet it had to be sufficient for them to move on, for him to decide this wasn't the time or place for further sexual escapades. Then I had it.
A mooing, snorting sound could be heard from the woods on the opposite side of the pool to them as I formed a large, full sensory hallucination. At once, his alarm began to ring. I brought my illusory creatures forward to the stream, to drink at what would seem to be their waterhole. Bonnacons, the fabled cattle whose breath and flatulence were both noxious poisons of the worst kind. I knew they could kill a herd of them together, but if they had any sense, they would move for their clothes and leave instead. After all, fighting near things that breathed poison could have deadly effects even if you won.
