THe Dark Circle--a BDSM&Fantasy RP

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She looked at the proffered garments with eyes gone wide with shock. "You want me to wear...those?" A little shiver, but Lyssa found that the thought somehow excited her, just the littlest bit. The thought of people seeing her in such slinky things, as opposed to her usual dull homespun dress, looking on her bare skin, perhaps with a bit of admiration...she shivered again, but not with apprehension. The warmth in her belly had somehow begun to spread, and she made her descision quickly. "Alright. If it will help with the magic. Where do I go to change?"

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara considered having Lyssa change right in front of her, but then she decided that that would only wake the girl's suspicions. Besides, the aphrodisiac would still take quite some time before unfolding its full potential.
With a wave and a few muttered words, Zara created the illusion of a few bushes and trees.

"There. No one will see you in there."

Except me, of course...

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

Lyssa went behind the bushes, the slinky top and skirt in the crook of her arm. Looking about to make sure no one could see her disrobe, she began srtipping off her dress. The rough wool fell away, revealing her lithe young body. She was slender, but not without a pleasing curve or two. Her breasts were firm and round, and she found the nipples tightening to hard peaks as she slid the silk top over her head. She considered wearing her cotton drawers underneath the skirt, but realized the they would show beneath the thin material. Feeling very wicked, she drew the skirt over her bare hips, concealing the small thatch of light brown curls at the apex of her thighs once again. Having donned the outrageous costume, she paused to look down at herself. She had certainly never bared this much skin to another person before, and she almost dove into her old dress again, friend or no friend. However, there was still that slowly spreading warmth in her belly, and a tingling feeling between her legs she'd never felt before. Nearly trembling with fear and excitement mingled, she stepped from her barrier of foliage once again, her cheeks flaming red.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Seeing through her own illusion with ease, Zara hungrily licked her lips as her eyes devoured the girl's young body.
Completely virgin to both pleasure and pain of the flesh...and both it will be taught tonight.

As Lyssa emerged, scantily clad in the red silk, Zara unraveled her illusion and said
"You look beautiful, Lyssa. Come, let us go."

She took Lyssa by the hand and they walked over the Blackrose Plain, through the many revelers. However, Zara made sure to leave a magic trail behind her, linked to the enchanted diamond--so that if Maura ever took to searching her again, she would eventually find her.

Ignoring the suggestive comments that many men adressed at her--or quite often also at Lyssa--Zara whispered into her naive victim's ear

"Lyssa, I have a choice for you. Either you can just watch me perform the magic and help me with some rituals...or I can teach you a little. However I must warn you, as that would be a little unpleasant and embarassing."

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

As she and Zara wound their way through the crowd, Lyssa saw many people stare at her, some with shock at her state of dress, some with sly appreciation. Each gaze was like a physical caress, sliding over her skin and causing the tickle between her legs to swell into an unquenchable hunger for...something. She knew not what. Zara spoke then, asking her if she wanted to just watch or participate in the magical rite that was to occur. The warmth that had started in her belly was slowly becoming a fire that threatened to incinerate her, and she could only shake her head at Zara, bewildered at what was happening to her. "I'll do whatever you wish me to, Zara. I care not for a little unpleasantness if it will please you." She smiled then, the expression close to a wince as she was becoming very hot and uncomfortable, but it was genuine. She wanted only to make her new friend happy and would do as Zara wished.

 

[tmuyo]

drizzit

ooc: finally have time! interesting goings on at work today. one of my coworkers tried to seduce me...lol. no joke. it was interesting and definitely perked up my opinion of the training session we had. might be a good thread idea too. hmm...

ic: after passing thru the crowds of detestable filthy humans i walk into a bar. it's quiet here. i move to the back and notice a young woman sitting at the darkest table in the corner.

her eyes go frantic at the entrance of two of the kings fool guard. i quickly cast a spell of invisibility on her.

she's drinking a plain ale and i walk over to her table. "young miss would you mind if i joined you for a drink? oh and don't worry about the two idiots over there, they can't see you." she politely accepts my offer with a startled expression and i sit across from here.

pulling my skin of enchanted water i pou her a half mug. she looks strangely at me, "i thought there would be something more interesting than water in that skin."

i tell her to try it. "humans seem to find it intoxicating. isn't anything but water to us elves"

(lady ren this is you)

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara could hardly believe her luck. The young girl was so obeidiant and eager to please...she would make an excellent slave. Slipping her arm around Lyssa's waist, she led her inside a small tent that she had set up for just such an occasion at this.

There was a small round table and two chairs. A shelf near to the entrance was covered with mystical items. Taking a pack of cards, Zara stat down on one chair, motioning Lyssa to the other one. She shuffled the cards while muttering a few magic-sounding words, and then spread the cards out on the table.

"Now we begin, Lyssa. You must choose one of the cards. It will show an image, and depending on what it shows, we shall have to perform certain acts, so that the magic continues and grows..."

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

Lyssa followed into the tent, finding the privacy a relief after the throngs of people and her odd reaction to them. She sat where indicated and watched Zara spread the cards before her. When asked to choose a card, she bit her lip and pointed to one sort of in the middle. "That one." She wondered distractedly what sort of act it would bid them to do.

 

[Marigold]

OOC

First, I can't get this darn bulletin board to wrok. It lets me post, but won't let me sign on or PM or E-mail anyone, and that would be why I'm posting this here instead of sending it some other way. Second, I'm going to be around tonight, but will be gone until Thursday night (the 25th) and was trying to think of some way of putting Lyssa out of the action in some way that would allow the others to play on without me. Being unconcious for a short time seems the most likely solution. She faints when things get too overwhelming for her? Suggestions welcome. Thank you.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara turned the card that Lyssa had chosen. On it was a very artistically drawn and detailed picture:
a naked woman lying on a bed with her eyes closed, one hand between her legs. Above her was drawn a nimbus of clouds. Amid these clouds were several people, also naked, engaged in several indecent acts.

Zara smiled. "The Dream. It is not very common, but the cards must be obeyed."

With that she laid a hand against Lyssa's forehead and slowly let her magic flow...Lyssa's eyelids began to drop, and after a while the girl sank into a deep sleep.

Deep, but not boring. Zara's spell had seen to it that her dreams would be wild and erotic. Lyssa would not be allowed a climax, however...just before, she would wake up.

OOC: I hope this 'solution' is ok with you Marigold. You can 'wake up' when you come back

 

[Dianno]

Maura

Maura was feeling light headed, and not in a nice way. Leaving the bar is something that she would never normally do. But going off chasing after an elf was something that was definitly not normal. It wasn't even as if the girl with that elf looked in any trouble.
'Let's hope my brain can get out of this cotton wool it's swimming in,' Maura thought, as she ducked back under the tent to get behind the bar.
And she rolled straight into Lisa's porcelin legs. It looked like Lisa was showing a lot more of her than when she left the bar. "Where have you been?"
"Smae place you went to change..." The flint in maura's voice blunted as she took in not Lisa's lithe figure, but a long floing skirt reaching down to her ankles.
"Change? For the tills?" Lisa briefly looked worried." You feelin okay Maura?"
She glanced round, trying to work out what was wrong. She couldn;t see anything. "Just needed some air."
A glass mug flew past her ear. "Quit yakking and serve us, you wench."
"He's mine," Lisa winked, as she dealt with what wouldn't be the last drunkard that day.
And as Maura moved down to the middle of the Bar to carry on serving, she couldn't help wonder what she had actually saw as she rolled under the skirt of the tent.

 

[Nymph]

ooc

back to the top

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

OOC: Thank you, Nymph. That was the perfect solution.

Lyssa floated, dreams threading their way in and out of her mind, never remembered longer than they lasted. Her body went through a miraculous torture as she hovered on the edge of something wonderful over and over, but always was pulled back at the last moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she awoke with a start, not knowing where she was, but her body aching and hungry. She called out, paniced and tearful. "Zara?"

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara stood outside the tent, waiting. Apparently the barmaid had not started looking for her again, or she would already have found her. Well, Zara could wait...it was not as though she had nothing to keep her busy.
"Zara?" came the muffled cry from inside the tent.
Smiling, Zara entered again. The girl was leaning against the chair, panting her face flushed, looking all the more alluring in her skimpy outfit.
Zara softly stroked her cheek.
"Well done, Lyssa. You have completed the first challenge...the magic is stronger already, thanks to you. I fyou are ready, you may choose the next card."

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

Lyssa nodded in a distrssed sort of way. What was happening to her? The warmth was a raging fire in her veins now, but she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. With a shaking hand, she reached out and choose the next card....

 

[Nymph]

Zara

The next card depicted a coil of rope or string, glowing with some strange aura.
"Ah..." said Zara "the Magic String. Very well."
The elven-mistress raised her hands... and suddenly threads of yellow light shot from her fingers. Swiftly, they wound about Lyssa's legs, arms and chest...and about the chair as well.
Before the girl's cry of surprise was over, she was tightly bound to the chair, the lines of yellow light cirss-crossing her barely covered body. They felt like real string, cutting into her flesh, though they were warm and sent a slight tingling sensation through her body.
Zara smiled as she went over and brushed her cheek, looking into her terrified eyes.
"Now you must break free, Lyssa. It will hurt, since the thread is quite tight, and because of its magic nature it might hurt even more, but if you struggle hard enough, you will eventually break the spell. And then the magic will be even more powerful."

Zara almost felt tempted to start Channeling, to taste Lyssa's pain at being so tightly strung, but she decided that she would let the fruit ripen first.
However, she would not stand doing nothing while Lyssa tried to break free. While appearing to be perfectly still and inactive from the outside, Zara prepared a spell of great power, and sent her magic over a long distance...

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Near the bear tent, an image formed. It was the image of a young woman, with blue eyes and long red hair. She was wearing a red silken skirt to her knees that was slit to the waist.

Her chest was covered by a blouse that had all buttons opened. It was worn just tightly enough that most of her breasts were covered by the white cloth. She was obviously one of the many prostitutes who had taken advantage of the Nightfeast to gain some more coin than usualy.
In fact, she wasn't. She was an illusion, created and controlled by Zara. Or rather more than an illusion--the woman was solid to the touch, and about her was a whiff of perfume not unsimilar to Zara's. What ever this illusion would see or feel, Zara would see and feel as well.
The prostitute walked right into the tent, and apst the crowds who didn't seem to notice her. Smiling seductively, she leaned over the counter so that her open blouse shifted a freaction of an inch wider, and ordered a mug of beer. While she was drinking, she fixed Maura, looking deep into her eyes.
"You like you need a little rest" she said softly. "I can offer you some extremely pleasurable relaxation...for just a few coppers."

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She could but sit for the space of a few minutes, terror-stricken. Lyssa had never been bound before, and she found the experiance frightening, to say the least. Her eyes went to Zara, hoping for a reassuring word, but her elven friend seemed to be in a trance of some sort. No help there. Finally, Lyssa recovered her wits enough to start struggling against her bonds, and the pain was as intense as anything she'd felt in her sheltered existence. The bonds stung where they encountered bare skin and restricted the blood flow to every imaginable part of her body. Strangly, her breasts became sensitive, as one of the strings cut across them cruely. Her cheeks flamed red as every little movement caused her nipples to brush against the soft silk of her blouse and become tight and very visible. Struggling against both the pain and what she had no idea was arousal, she threw herself againt the magical strands, finally feeling them give just a bit...

 

[Merelan]

OOC: If no one minds? If you do just have Zara pop her off with a magic spell, but I shall keep watching.

Darcie:
In her mid twenties. A handsome widow with a small farm left to her by her parents. Left to her and her baby sister. But her sister had attented NightFeast the year before, and never returned. From the bits and pieces Darcie had put together she had been last seen with a beautiful elf woman. Damn elves. Filthy scum who trick and bedazzle people with their lights and illusions. And Deebbie had been easily tricked. Yes, not the smartest, but easily the most beautiful. And Darcie's only family.
This year it was Dracie who roamed the night, watching, waiting to see if the bitch who had stolen her sister would return. Yes, there she was, and with another victim. Waiting patiently for the crowds to thin. Looking like any other farm wife, oohing and ahhing over the goods and costumes. Darcie was handsome, not pretty, not beautiful. But there was a classic beauty about her, her face showed her strength, her intelligence. Her body firm, her bosom a bit too large, but her body well kept from the labors of the field. Only if you looked into her eyes did you see her loneliness, and her fears. But you weren't allowed that. She had adored her parents, and they had died of fever. She had worshiped her siser, and she had been stolen from her. She had even loved her husband, but after a short 5 month marriage he too had been taken from her in an accident.
Revenge may not be warm at night but it was all she had.
Patiently she waited, eyeing the goods in the stall, but watching this Elf bitch as she stood there. Not even sure what she would do, but determined to either find her sister, or have revenge.

 

[Nymph]

ooc

You're more than welcome to join, Merelan! This sounds good for a few plot twists...

 

[Merelan]

Occ: That's what I was thinking too. You all seem so sure of yourselves. Thought I would play a bit.

 

[Dianno]

Maura

"For God's sake, Maura, get a grip of yourself!" Lisa was definitly not pleased with her Boss, "Ever since you got back from your, ahem, little break you've been jumping round like a warthog on a spit."
"I'm just not feeliing completely with it," Maura replied. "I don't know why."
"Well you need to get yourself together." Lisa spun round. "Fast."
"Maura turned back to the bar, brushing a stray lock of her flame red hair out of her eyes, catching site of Lisas pert buttocks swing towards the topof the bar.
"Lisa!"
Her friend turned like a whippet. A cry of "What?" escaped her exasperated lips.
"...nothing."
Maura was really worried about her befuddled brain now. 'Get a grip. Lisa is not serving the punters naked. She hasn't since the Old Spirits Night, and even then the Leather 'n' Lace corset did leave something for the alcohol to fill in. And why can I hear myself think as if I was standing by my shoulder?'
She whirled round again. There wasn't anybody by her shoulder, not even herself. What was going on here?
"You like you need a little rest. I can offer you some extremely pleasurable relaxation...for just a few coppers."
Maura felt the Elf nearby as she turned to the next customer, a rather bubbly looking temptress.She knew their type, and by now every girl had tried to get on the good side of Maura. Where else is great place to pick up lonely punters.
"I don't need relaxation" Maura slammed a Red Brew on the counter. "Just your money."

 

[Basia]

OOC

I'm sorry I've been lurking for a while ^_^. I have finally read everything, and it is turning out great. When I do have more time, I will post again. That is if it is okay?

 

[Merelan]

Darcie:
The elven scum had stepped out, as if waiting. Good. It was time to meet her. Walking forward she stumbled and reached out to grab her arm, as if to catch herself, pulling them both down. Scrambling in the dirt and helping the bitch up.

"Pardon me Mistress. The roads are rough around here. Let me help you." Reaching forward and brushing off dirt and fussing at her clothes. In reality finding her weapons, only a couple knives.

"Oh I tore your lovely shirt. Have you somehwere pivate? I can mend it quickly. I am a fine seamstress, though I say so myself." It disgusted me to touch this abonimation. But it was part of the plan. I needed to be private.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

The pain was nearly unbearable now, and still she pitted herself against the magical bonds that held her, throwing her strength against them despite the searing pain dancing over her skin. A wordless wail worked its way from her throat as she finally broke free. Stumbling from the chair, Lyssa looked about and found a pile of silk cushions in the corner of the tent. She collapsed onto them, sobbing quietly. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Why had she agreed to help Zara and put herself through this? And why did it feel so right?

 

[Nymph]

Zara

OOC: Hmm... Merelan, I hope you don't me saying that I don't intend Zara to be foiled very easily...or indeed at all for a while yet. You are, of course, welcome to try

IC:
Zara forced the contempt out of her eyes as she looked at the woman. The overly polite tone and her rather direct behaviour made it a little obvious that she had something in mind. Hesitating only am moment, Zara smiled and said "It is all right, good lady, my skirt was already slightly torn. In fact, I have been looking for a seamstress for a while. I would be most grateful for your help. She led the woman a little further way to another tent--it was one of the many that the Dark Circle always secretly put in place for the Nightfeast. Each of them was sealed with a special spell that would noises overa certain loudness to be heard from the outside. It did not work the other way.
As Zara entered, motioning the woman to follow her, she sent a brief spell towards the Lyssa--so that the girl heard the Elf's voice in her mind:
<Lyssa, you have done very well. You may not feel it, but you have built a great potential of magic, that we will be able to perform many a spell. Rest now...but do not leave the tent! I must cast some preparation spells, and it is vital that you remain inside for that. If you are thirsty, there are some drinks in the cupoboard beside the entrance.>

Those drinks had been spiked with aphrodisiac, just in case the one Lyssa had drunk would start to run out.