“Thou hast mine gramercy” – BC.

Scene setting:  The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Gene and Temp.

Temp:  What reason was there for all this hostility and confusion? Selina was very confused as to why her presence was causing such a disturbance. Nothing really made any sense until she heard how the other people around her were speaking. They all sounded so much more…simple, in comparison. Her eyes once more drooped down towards Tallulah as a frown developed on her face. “Has’t thee anything to sayeth?” Of course, not a single sound was heard from the cat plushy. Selina knew why her Grimoire wasn’t talking, or at least she thought she did, but she didn’t quite understand it. The one thing that stood out the most was that there was very little magic to be sensed around her. Perhaps her Grimoire thought that magic was frowned upon in this city. Whatever the reason may be, she figured it had to be serious. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she noticed that her desire for sustenance was not being fulfilled. Thankfully, she managed to acquire the attention of a nearby man who repeated her demands to the nearby servants. Much to her surprise, the workers seemed to reply immediately towards the man and quickly went about retrieving her desired items. Within a short period of time her request was granted, and placed in front of her by one of the women. Selina looked up at the server and smiled while giving her a light bow of her head. “Thou hast mine gramercy.” As soon as she had thanked the woman she went ahead and examined the tray that was in front of her. Everything looked wonderful and delicious, but she still had to thank the man before she got to her treat. “Gramercy also be to thou Sir, thy kindness is quite refreshing.” Much like she did towards the woman that served her, she once more bowed her head, but this time towards him. The girl near him received a very light wave, which was simply because she seemed to be a friend of the gentlemen who had assisted her. The girl had said something about her earlier, but she hadn’t understood the words at all. ‘Cosplaying’ didn’t make a single bit of sense to her, but she assumed it wasn’t some kind of horrible insult. It did bring about a fair bit of confusion though. Perhaps asking these people why they were treating her so strangely would be the best approach? Perhaps not. Instead, she decided to put her attention into the treats in front of her. Finally, something to eat and drink.

Gene:

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The clothing of Selina’s was interesting. Ava knew Joel was right; if this was merely an act, the girl had indeed put a lot of effort into it. Yes, her attire was odd, but the tailor – in this day and age – would have put time and effort into creating such a design. Her attention settled on the waitresses. Anyone not conforming to the social norm was always treated in such a way. This was more pronounced in the Vestro District, which gave way to gossip; then again, anything in the District sparked gossip. If it hadn’t been for Joel, perhaps the waitresses wouldn’t have served her. Temporarily, Ava turned to look at Joel, scanning for any sign of expression which would reveal his intentions for helping her out. There seemed to be none other than kindness, in Ava’s eyes. However, it was when Joel paid which struck Ava. The cost wasn’t much, but still such a thing was never common: another paying the bill for someone, especially if they didn’t know one another. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. Ava returned to observe Selina. She wasn’t being subtle at all – just like she wasn’t being subtle when she had been observing Joel, prior to their conversation – but that could be because of her positioning in the café. Listening to the girl speak to the Waitresses, Ava couldn’t be sure what she was saying. Gramercy? The word caused one of Ava’s brows to rise. She had no clue what the word meant, let alone what was going on. After a few moments, Ava decided to go with the conclusion that Selina was thanking the waitresses. When Selina had waved to her, Ava recoiled, becoming aware others may notice her studying Selina. She looked behind her then back to Selina, placed a hand on her chest and furrowed her brow. The girl had waved at her. What might have been a bit too late, Ava returned the wave. “You were saying?” Remembering that she was sitting with Joel, Ava quickly recovered and returned to the conversation. She muttered a few apologies, shaking her head and regaining her composure. Ava fell silent, mulling over the fact he had paid for her. Even though the act might have seen simple to some, Ava wasn’t accustomed to seeing such a thing. “Why did you do that? Help her out?” Ava asked in a hush tone, not wishing for Selina to overhear. The only clue that Ava might be speaking to her were the occasional tilting of her head to view Selina, from the corner of her eye.

Razorbackwriter:

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The language used by the strange looking girl in the next booth left the waitress muted in surprise. The fact of the matter was, she simply didn’t understand what the girl said. It was of course repeated to Joel, who did understand. The word; gramercy for example was middle English broken down from old french if he wasn’t mistaken. It actually made the young teacher smile lightly to hear her use it – not just to the waitress, but also to Joel himself since he was the one who aided her in her plight. “Gramercy also be to thou Sir, thy kindness is quite refreshing.” “Think nothing of it, Miss. Your smile is thanks enough.” If that didn’t make Ava’s jaw drop, then nothing would. One minute, Joel could give a look that could chill a girl to the bone and then on the other hand he can be an absolute gentleman. It was odd to say the least. Joel chuckled when the young girl waved towards Ava, while still clutching her cat plushie tightly. Perhaps it was a source of comfort, as Joel noted that she had spoken to the soft toy twice since entering the cafe. The girl seemed harmless enough, even though she obviously was not from the city – or the surrounding districts for that matter. A light whisper from the other side of the table brought Joel’s head back around, and he listened to Ava ask just why he helped the girl out. Making sure she got her order, and paying for it as well. It was really second nature for Joel and he couldn’t see anything unusual in his actions. “People are often frightened of what they cannot understand. You saw how everyone gawked at the poor thing when she entered, yet she was no harm to anyone. The girl appeared lost and hungry. It was the least I could do. And look, now she is settled and thankful.” Joel was right about that. Naturally, he was still curious about why a girl was dressed so and speaking in an old tongue. But he also wanted to enjoy his coffee peacefully, so you could say he had an ulterior motive. Taking up the last part of his muffin and then popping it into his mouth, before chewing thoughtfully – Joel swallowed and added. “If you were lost and hungry in a strange place, would you not wish for a helping hand?” Joel was a strong believer in giving to those less fortunate, even though he himself did not have a lot to give. This came from his upbringing, when his Teacher told him that those with nothing often give what they can to others. Would Ava appreciate this for what it was? Or was she too high in the heel to even understand.   ~RB~  

To all my readers – It must be love by Madness.

To all you guys that read my blog, my stories and listen to the tunes I love.  Here is one for you!

 

“It Must Be Love”

I never thought I’d miss you
Half as much as I do
And I never thought I’d feel this way
The way I feel
About you
As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it’s you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

How can it be that we can
Say so much without words?
Bless you and bless me
Bless the bees
And the birds
I’ve got to be near you
Every night, every day
I couldn’t be happy
Any other way

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it’s you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

It must be love, love, love…

 

 

Poetry in motion – GS.

 

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  What had started out as playful teasing, with a wiggle and a dance turned into a hot encounter that was now spiraling into overdrive. From smirks and dark chuckles, it was now the sound of heavy panting and growls of deep pleasure coming from both Tommy and Elissa. She needed it, and Tommy wanted it. The deep scratching of Elissa’s nails dug into Tommy’s flesh leaving red drag lines. Cat like she gripped his back, while he continued to grasp the roundness of her buttocks. Tommy was almost shocked at the hunger Elissa displayed and pulled back from the kiss as though to catch his breath. He was staring at her with a look of complete entrancement – wanting to go further. She had him so aroused that his pants were now pulling tight against his groin. The pair barely knew each other, and yet they were obviously keen on the other. Tommy was ready to wipe clear a section of the bench and just take her there, but that would mean smashing a few plates and bowls. No….not in the kitchen.

“Bedroom?’ The word came out like a harsh croak, almost strangled as he was dying to kiss her again. Regardless of whether she would answer, he started to carry her to her bedroom, where looked for a spot to lay her down on and rip that nightie off.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa had no idea how longing she’d been, she hadn’t even been considering the possibility when Tommy more or less moved in here. But now she needed this, she was so into it that, at this point, his back would probably wind up looking like a satellite map of a World War One trench line. As their kiss broke, she too looked back into his eyes, breathing heavily, the crux of her legs already a bit wet with arousal. This may have been a new meeting between them, but she didn’t care in the slightest right now, and in fact she would’ve been just fine if he had just bent her over the counter, certainly would’ve fit the mood, plate replacements be damned.

However, instead he made a simple one-word question, one which he already began responding to. Immediately she responded with a fervent nod, the rasp in her voice egging her on and telling her just how longing he was to resume where they’d left off. The moment he showed any sign of comprehension of her response, her lips were back to his, her tongue jabbing into his mouth as she feverishly grasped at his back, nails still digging in a bit and her legs holding firmly to him, though when they approached her bed she’d ease her grasp enough to be released.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There would be no slow moves, like one of those 80’s songs that was about taking each step with care and soft touches. Not Elissa. No sooner had she nodded feverishly for Tommy to take her to the bedroom, she was right back to kissing him fiercely as he fought his way to the bedroom. Trying to carry her and match her with wild abandon. God, the pain from her scratches had him moan deep into her mouth, yet he yearned for more. Tommy reached the bed, and then tried to set her so she was standing on the floor just by the bed. In between kisses and nipping at her bottom lip, Tommy grabbed the edge of her nightie and brought it up so he could pull it up and over her head – tossing it away absently behind him. For a moment his eyes wandered up and down her body, taking in that she had sheer panties on. They would have to come off. Tommy’s hands now ran up and down her sides, teasing her skin roughly while he lowered his head to the crook of her neck and started to bite and pull at her skin. He had totally forgotten about her injuries as he was caught up in the heat of the moment. Pulling back, Tommy started to un-thread his belt from his pants so that he could get them off. He struggled a bit, cause he in such a rush. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them away behind him. By now she would be able to see his raging hard on, practically bursting through his silk shorts. Tommy’s chest was heaving as he was ready to finish what they started in the kitchen. Bending down fast, the silk boxers were off and down his legs, leaving him completely naked before her. The only thing left on him was the tie. Was she going to use it to have her way with him? He was hers for the taking now.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh goodness those moans, oh they made her wish she could answer them in turn, as it was she was definitely making a lot of “sighs.” She of course took his release to stand back up, though the whole while she still pressed herself against him, standing on her toes to keep their lips as close as possible She took his nips gladly, occasionally returning them in turn, and only stopped when it was time for the nightgown to find itself a home on the floor, glad to be rid of it. She was well aware of him looking her over, and allowed it while she hastily tried to help him get her panties, leaving her utterly naked since she never wore a bra to bed. He would find that she wasvery fit, the smooth bumps of a mild six-pack on, her arms and legs very lean, and her chest graced with mid-range B-cup breasts. Her bandages were still on her shoulder, but they were tan-colored and like him she’d forgotten them temporarily, huffing and puffing excitedly. She sighed breathlessly at the feel of his lips and teeth on her neck, and she gladly lifted her chin and tilted her head to allow him better access, her own hands sliding up his arms, pressing and squeezing along his arms, nails no longer in use for now. However, the moment he stopped and began working on his pants she joined him, desperate to get the darn thing off and give her access to his ass and get them back to work. Her eyes briefly latched onto the bulge, lust pausing her mind before she reached out only to have him beat her to the punch, so instead once he was up she pulled him to her by his ass, pressing them against each other in that brief moment before it began.

For a brief moment her eyes latched onto the tie; she could definitely take him if she had that on hand. It had been a couple years since she bothered, but she felt like she still had her touch. However, as slid her hands up his side and began to move over his chest to grasp it, she felt a slight tugging at her shoulder, and a reminder of her wound. He would actually see her make an expression like she was silently growling, briefly irritated with that stupid injury for trying to ruin this. Well, guess that meant she’d have to be the woman for once; she wasn’t about to let this stop though. Reaching up to the thing with her good hand, she gripped it, and for a moment she yanked it like she was about to assert herself, her other hand going to his back. However, she then took the tie off him and tossed it into the distance behind Tommy and grabbed him by the shoulders and fell back onto the bed, intent on taking him with her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was like a mad race. Each helping the other to undress, with fumbling hands whilst continuing fevered kissing in between. There was this mad sense of urgency, like neither could wait for the other. Hungry, passionate….hot. Words to describe the scene as clothing went flying from their bodies. Had Tommy been any rougher he would have torn those panties right off her. Only when he felt that growl and saw the look on her face that her bandaged shoulder was giving her grief, did he ease up. She was petite, and yet was on tip toes trying to keep those kisses coming. The last stitch of clothing was of course the tie. She could have used it, sure – but instead she whipped that off fast. The silk slipping past and off his shoulder to be thrown carelessly away. Tommy’s heart was now racing; stampeding within his chest. The excitement was building to a point where he was set to need a release. Before he knew it, Elissa grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down, so the pair would tumble onto the bed together. The bedding was soft on impact and took both their weight well – only creaking slightly in protest. There was more of that to come.

Tommy took to Elissa’s lips again, hungrily kissing her while his tongue darted into her mouth. Searching, licking and then intertwining itself with her own. Elissa tasted so sweet, that Tommy let out another pleasured moan that erupted from the very pit of his stomach. Down lower the hardness rubbed against her inner thigh as though seeking to go further. He’d find her wet spot easily enough as his hips began that age old dance – his ass rising then falling. No doubt her hands would find their place there.

Rolling over, Tommy was now flat on his back having dragged Elissa to straddle him. He broke the kiss, and stared up at her. He knew that her shoulder would make it hard for her to take his weight and so in this position she had more control. Something told Tommy that she liked to be on top. He glided his hands to her waist to help move her into position. Tommy wet his lips in anticipation; his tongue gliding along his bottom lip. There was no need for words. There was the look in his eyes; hungry like a wolf for her. His body glistened beneath her, ready and waiting.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was like there was a frantic drumbeat in her ear attempting to coax some manic dance out the two of them, one which their bodies demanded that they partake in. As they struck the bed, Elissa was more than happy to embrace his lips again, her tongue returning his efforts while her hands sought for something more entertaining than his shoulders. Oh, how she loved those moans, his voice was like honey in this moment, even his taste and scent intoxicating her and immersing her in this moment. As his hardness found her, she immediately took firm hold of his backside and let out what seemed like a wispy purr; her entire body bracing, readying for him to begin proper.

However, instead she found herself surprised and spun back around, and would find herself hurriedly repositioning herself to straddle him. Of course, this was a position she was more than happy with, from the way she moved her legs to the way she perched herself confidently over him with one hand resting on his chest told of that. She was just a touch surprised that he would be so willing to submit. However, as she looked down at his body, his heaving chest, those ravenous eyes of his, and saw how far above them she was, all hesitations stopped and she found herself biting her lip excitedly. Her entire body seemed to coil like a spring, her bad hand moving to slightly tease his wood in preparation while her good one propped her up against his chest. Then, she began. She was relentless, her relatively small size belying just the sheer force she went with. She didn’t necessarily begin quickly, but she definitely escalated. Almost immediately her mouth was open in a pant, her cheeks bright red as she bobbed over him. She occasionally looked up and away, biting her lip as a purr-like rattle escaped her, but most of the time she remained looking down at him wit her hair falling forward, her mouth open, a smile flickering in and out of view.

 

Razorbackwriter:  How quickly Elissa took to the dominant role. Her face illuminated by her smile as she hovered above Tommy. Chewing her lip as she found the right spot. Slowly lowering down, Tommy let out a satisfied grunt – his eyes closing as he felt himself delve within her. The tightness and wetness making for a sensation that made his toes curl. Tommy tipped his head back, his chest now rising and falling quicker as he snorted through his nostrils. Like a stallion beneath her, he started to raise his hips up to meet hers, ensuring her one hell of a ride. Elissa inflamed his desires, and now he tilted his head back so he could watch her, in all her splendor. Her hair a delicate veil that at times swung forward to mask her face. When she tilted her head back she could see the beauty….the rapture of her taking control and using him as she dared. Though small in size, she made up for that with the exuberance and drive. A fierceness almost as she came up to a speed that would have her bouncing upon him – matching his upward thrusts with downward pressure. Tommy was transfixed, forgetting himself almost as he reached up and cupped her breasts with his large hands. So soft to his coarse skin, they jiggled almost like jellies and he couldn’t help but try to squeeze the nips between his fingers. Everything about Elissa at this moment was wild and carefree. What started out as a crazed dance in the kitchen had evolved into something so much deeper. The touch of her skin made him harden all the more as she clenched her inner muscles – squeezing him till he was now moaning louder.

His hands slid from her breasts, to run up and down her sides as she continued to spur him on. Her cheeks aflame, with those lips now stung to a fullness that needed to be kissed. And they would be. For now, Tommy wanted her to use him. Take what she could get and then explode with her wetness seeping down his inner thighs.

The sound of her purr like rattle was like music to her rhythmic bouncing. Tommy didn’t want her to stop. She was poetry in motion.

Again that smile. It was now burnt deep into his mind. Tommy reciprocated as he smiled back up at her.

“Elissa….” His voice husky as he whispered her name. Tommy’s hands moved toward her hips, and then forgetting himself, he gripped her harshly and pulled her down as he pushed himself hard up inside her with three powered thrusts.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh how much she adored Tommy in this moment. Elissa may have been in the dominant position, but she was more than happy submit to the primal emotions that this man was putting her through. While his skin may not have been as smooth as her own, even his was more than supple enough for her liking, and while she may have been under some degree of control prior to his thrusting into her, now she was thoroughly off the leash. Immediately she threw her head back with her mouth wide open in a manner suggesting a scream, her “purrs” filling that hole and became more urgent, higher pitched, her hands sliding down to his hips as she tried to keep herself stable. Whenever she looked down and saw him her already burning passions were fanned, his touch poured gasoline onto the fire, his supple muscles utterly maddening to the touch. As he began to touch her chest, she gladly allowed it, reaching around and gripping his ass in turn, the strange intrusion oddly pleasurable as it enticed those sensitive areas, making her bite her lip harshly as they went. She felt as if she were fit to burst at the feeling, his maddening wood putting incredible pressure on her as she in turn clenched down on him, his moans almost seeming to vibrate up into her. She could feel a bit of wetness escaping her, but she didn’t care, he was like some mighty machine pushing her on, he was an incredible driving force and she wouldn’t be satisfied until they both were.

When she heard her name called, she found herself oddly enticed by his voice, the moans strangely eclipsed by just the satisfaction of hearing her name breathlessly voiced, something she wished she could return to him. As it was she returned it with a hushed, still purring, “Tmmi.” However, no sooner had she said that than she felt his hands moving to her hips. As she felt him thrust forcefully into her, the first one had her eyes wide and she let out a shuddering gasp of pleasure as he clearly struck that spot, already sending out of her control. On the second she fell forward over him, hands moving forward to grasp his shoulders to keep herself upright as she felt herself beginning to tense. And then the third, she was down, her entire body clenched as she clamped down on him ferociously and climaxed, a stunned gasp escaping her as she dug into him and struggled not to collapse onto him, her arms shaking as fluids seeped over him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Desire had now been overrun by this insatiable need to finish what was started. It was impossible not to be turned on by the whisper like purrs that were now turning into something darker, almost harsh as Elissa tried to vocalize the impending explosion that was on the verge of erupting. She was so close and Tommy could feel it as he spurred her on with his powered thrust. The mad, almost out of control pace at which the two gyrated. Like pistons driven to their optimum speed.

Tommy’s experience told him by the look sound and feel of Elissa that she was just about there and he gave his all in the last powered upward thrusts, as she bared down on him with all her strength – clenching hard as she leaned forward. Tommy grit his teeth when Elissa leaned forward and gripped his shoulders as she climaxed with a heady gasp. Almost crying out in delirious joy. The force so great that Tommy could not hold back any longer. Her tightening muscles and movement hit that spot and Tommy shuddered violently as he moved his hands to grip her ass tight and lock her down upon him; so the two were fixed together. Their juices fusing, melting down each other’s inner thighs. A hot searing heat having being built up, now doused as Tommy tried to catch his breath.

A bead of sweat trickled down Tommy’s forehead – his eyes drilling Elissa’s and he pulled her down to collapse on top of him.

Spent.

The fast beating of each other’s hearts was a chorus in the silence of the bedroom. The intensity had left a red blush to Tommy’s cheeks and he struggled to speak as though his tongue was tied. He could hardly believe what had just happened between them. Elissa was no ordinary woman. Far from it. She was a goddess….a wild cat that he never wanted to tame. True beauty.

When Tommy finally swallowed and found his voice, he said. “My God. What just happened?” He’s had other lovers, but Elissa was in a class all of her own.

~RB~

 

 

Anticipation.

 

 

 

Searching

Longing

Fingers stretch

And the ache returns

Dull at first….then a burst

Eyes brighten at your name

My thoughts are never the same

The anticipation, I shiver

Your tongue, a sliver

Naked

Skin soft, so moist

I want to touch

I want to feel

Deep inside me

So surreal

I can hardly wait

Lips parted

I salivate

Come find me again

Your collaborator

Your friend

 

~RB~

Terrors of the mind – SS.

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp, Moo & Artie.

 

Artie:  At the tightening of the collar around her neck, Bandit would grit her teeth and give a low growl of disapproval. Though she would give few emotions, staring at Raul and then flickering her eyes to ‘Riley.’ The mist would make her blink in irritation, her hand reaching up and waving away the liquid.. Though she would still inhale some on that initial breath of surprise.. “You will see.. what I will do.. to that terrible imitation you call my ‘love..'” Bandit snarled, walking past Raul and bumping her shoulder quite forcefully into his chest. A look of murder was on her face – not because of the acts that Riley did, as she was used to this in her human life, but because of the fact that she knew this was not Riley to begin with. Her hand balled into a fist as she walked to a table, taking an object into her hand and then walking.. She would pause, raising the hand with a flash of silver within it up to her eye and then closing one – she would purse her lips to the side as she focused then, gritting her teeth.. She would only have a small window before Riley disappeared behind the curtain..

Her hand would then jerk forwards as she released the knife and let it go, flinging it towards Riley as the outsider’s eye would see no more than a whisk of the metal in the air.. A dull thud and then a scream from the courtesan as the knife had buried itself into Riley’s neck from the back, a straight point as it was flung with such force it pierced all the way through. Bandit would abruptly turn on her heel, ignoring Raul’s initial taunts and walking past him with a straight posture… She would begin to head to the door of the club, focusing now on removing this blasted collar.. It was beginning to choke her a bit, her lips pursing in discontent..

 

Temp:  Roxanne made no fuss or complaint when the Doctor brought her onto the dance floor. The music that was playing was something she and the Doctor were familiar with, and so was the dance that went with it. She remained bubbly and happy as she whipped around the dance floor with him, letting out subtle giggles at Igor and Narcissa. They were both co-workers, but also people she considered friends. It didn’t matter to her if they didn’t feel the same way, for whatever reason. Igor was busy with a not-so-good-looking ‘lady’, and Narcissa was going ham on multiple types of food. It was good to see them both out of the Lab and doing something, even if it wasn’t necessarily ‘fun’. Regardless of what those two were doing, she would continue the dance with the Doctor.

 

Moo:  Narcissa plowed through her food like no tomorrow. Noises of content sounded, along with rather loud chomping and sipping. There seemed to be a cleared diameter around the table, people naturally avoiding the horrific sight. “This food is so good!” she exclaimed. Even some of the food she couldn’t describe for the life of her. What had they called it? Caviar? Whatever. In went a spoon full!
It hadn’t taken the Doctor long to offer a dance to the ever lovely Roxanne, causing Narcissa to smile with delight. The two stood and went to the dance floor, and almost immediately after, Igor was pulled away by some masculine looking lady. Or wait, was it a feminine looking man? She stared at the fuzz on his upper lip, as thick as a caterpillar. Igor called out for help when she gleefully bounced from her chair and swept across the floor. It was amazing her dress hadn’t torn yet, considering it was already to its limits. The monster laughed while she cut between the two. “May I have this dance?” she asked with a bow. She couldn’t bend to her fullest, as the seems were beginning to protest. Narcissa swept back up and took Igor’s hand, sweeping him away into a waltz. Sort of. His feet barely skidded against the ground while she lifted him and spun on the dance floor. “This is fun!” she cried, giggling. “You’re such a good dancer, Igor!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dance floor~

The tempo of the music was lively and of course as it came to a crescendo, the Doctor whipped a rose out from the vase on a table that he and Roxanne passed and placed it between his teeth with a light growl of satisfaction. This had been quite a night and a triumph both for the lab team, and the new contract to work exclusively for the Prince of Pride. Leading Roxanne around the floor, the couple made a fine pair – applauded by many. Watching his creation Roxanne with a twinkle in his eyes, the Doctor mused “We should….go dancing more often. Yes. I like this side of you.” A crooked smile and then the Doctor stood back and bowed to his favorite nurse Roxanne for the song was over. He then gestured for them to sit at their table, while it would seem that Narcissa; who had been enjoying the buffet a great deal was in a tussle with the manly Trisha Von Ticka. Igor didn’t know which was worse. The hairy lipped Trisha or the Frankenstein like Narcissa. One thing was for sure, when Narcissa made up her mind, the hump back was only going to be dancing with one woman. Ripped away from Trisha, who stood there pouting with her hands on her hips – Igor was whisked off his feet and had begun the Waltz with the monster girl. “This is fun!” She enthused, as the crowd erupted at the new couple tripping the light fantastic.

Lighting a cigar at the table, the Doctor enjoyed watching Igor dance with Narcissa. “They are good…yes?” he asked of Roxanne, as the pair swanned past them. “Igor is so light on his feet.” No truer word was said. Blowing a puff of smoke, the Doctor then gave a wink and said to Roxanne; “When they are done we return to the Kitchen and check on our newest creation.”

~Raul’s booth~

The Warlock could see the collar tighten around Bandit’s neck, and he sneered as he gave her the options on what to do next. Naturally, Bandit had not lost any of her spunk…or her bite it seemed. Always so head strong and un-lady like. It was like watching a lioness. Proud and unyielding. Bandit did inhale some of the mist that had come from the collar, but she spotted a fake straight away and called the Warlock’s bluff. Menacingly, she then took a knife from one of the nearby tables and threw it with force and accuracy to strike the fake Riley through the neck. A loud cry followed by a female scream came from behind the curtain. The imposter….dead.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The Warlock tuttered his tongue as the defiant Bandit turned on her heel and made her way towards the exit with her head held high. Did she really think he would just let her get away so easily after going to all the trouble of having Eva track her down? In a crowded room, filled with patrons, dancers and Hell’s elite – the Warlock was about to put on a right star performance. A bright spot light hit Bandit’s back as two large bouncers came in from the outside of the exit and blocked Bandit’s way.

“Ladies…and Gentlemen. Tonight…the House of Red Velvet is proud to present my newest….attraction.”

Many of the guests including the Doctor and his table would see the statuesque Warlock whip off his cloak that beneath it had a blood red silk. He spun the cloak around him much like a matador would in a dance, only this was no such thing. The Warlock uttered three words, though it was hard to tell what he was saying. “Shuda…Verama….Decesi!” The collar around Bandit’s neck started to glow brightly as each of the jewels blazed in colour. Red….gold…green, blue…and of course a brilliant diamond. The strap of the collar started to tighten around Bandit’s neck as she slowly started to rise off the floor. The collar’s magic was coming into the fore.

The crowd started to applaud as the Warlock raised his arms and then moved his fingers as though playing a piano – this would cause Bandit to float over the tables of the many on lookers towards a stage at the rear of the club. Here red velvet curtains parted to reveal a well oiled male wearing just a loin cloth but his head was covered with a strange mask that had no mouth and only slits for eyes and holes for his nose. He flexed his muscular arms and then his pecs as the girl floated towards him He stood by a large rack that was the kind that they used in medieval times. A whipping post. As Bandit would lower, the oiled giant reached out to snatch her from the sky, much to the Warlock’s amusement. Struggle as she would dare, the giant attempt to tie her to the cross, that is positioned so that the victim has her back facing the audience.

Down amongst the crowd, the Warlock was chuckling darkly as he turned to his many eager patrons that loved to administer a little bit of pain to the Warlock’s employees. Picking up a cat of nine tails, the Warlock swirled it in his hand and then offered it to the first man to raise their hand.

“Come now….we have a very naughty girl who needs a good lashing. Any takers?”

There came a burst of hands in the sky, but the closest of them happened to be…..the Ambassador.

“Oh…me…pick me!” the wig wearing Ambassador cried out – his gloved hand raised on high. The Warlock smirked and tossed the cat of nine tails to the Ambassador. “Valmont, my dear friend. She’s all yours.”

~RB~

Artie:  “What the fuck?” Bandit’s hand would go to the collar around her neck as her whole body was suddenly floating, the club’s eyes on her.. This was ridiculous. The warlock had always been one for dramatics, but now she could do no more than laugh at the pure stupidity of it all.. Clearly, her attitude had shifted in her time in hell. She was more skeptical, more of a realist.. Anything the warlock did only made her laugh in a bitter tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Her voice sounded as though she was done with such a show, raising a brow at the male in front of her.. She’d learned that the residents of Hell fed off of fear and reactions of that sort.. So instead of squirming she would only sit still at the post, wiggling her wrists a bit but not giving much more of a struggle..

As if he’d get her to cry for release and that she didn’t want to be here.. He was kidding himself, she would not grovel for such a vile being. “Stop being a fool, get it over with, you bitch.” Bandit rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then kept them there, bracing herself. Her pain tolerance was quite high from years of Hell – she figured she’d feel a slight sting in the beginning, but it was sure to fade with the first whips.. To emphasize her sarcastic attitude, Bandit would then make eye contact with Raul… and yawn. Yawn! She yawned at him, as though she had better places to be than this unforgiving shithole that he called a club.. I’ve seen libraries with better entertainment.. The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes again and taking a huff of breath.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had very much enjoyed her dance time with the Doctor. Once the song was over and their dance was done she returned the bow that she was given, then returned to the groups table. Narcissa and Igor were spinning around and grabbing all sorts of attention. She found the way they moved to be extremely humorous and couldn’t help but let out several giggles at how silly they were. “Those two are so cute!” She clapped and bobbed side to side as she continued to watch them dance, seemingly unaffected by the other happenings in the area. Whether she was just choosing to ignore it or she just didn’t notice would remain unknown, unless of course she was questioned on the matter.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gleefully led the humpback around on the dance floor, even as he hollered for help. Eventually Igor learned to take things as they went, settling for disdainfully staring out to the crowds of people, focused on not spitting up the hot pocket he’d eaten. The song passed rather quickly for Narcissa, even if he couldn’t say the same. She giggled to herself while she spun him away toward the table, in which he barely avoided bumping into, instead tripping over his feet and falling in front of it. Her hand went to her lips with a little “oops” before she cracked a smile, waving at applauding onlookers.
She swept over the dance floor to the table after a moment, aiming for her plate of food. Hopefully it hadn’t gotten too cold. She sat down and took a big bite before dramatics began in the room. “Are we going home?” she asked with a full mouth. It was interesting to watch someone float over the room. Narcissa clapped her hands, oblivious. Though as the woman was strapped onto a rack and a sort of whip was revealed, she sat a little more quietly with interest.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor was not so much one for dramatics or tasteless acts. He could see what was happening with the hapless collared girl and the featured rack that was positioned up on a small stage for the crowds viewing pleasure. Frowning slightly as he heard the girl’s abusive taunts to the Warlock, the Doctor checked his watch. Wilhelm’s mind was racing. Now that he had secured the contract he really needed to get his team back to the Hell’s Kitchen and work on the creation that he had left strapped to a table. Narcissa asked if they were going home, as she could tell by the doctor’s face that he had had enough. “Yes, my Dear. I do hope you enjoyed the feast and the dancing, but it is time that we all got back to work. Idle hands make no profit.” He declared, nodding to Igor – whose eyes were still spinning in their sockets from having danced with Narcissa and the manly lady. “Right…behind you, Master.” Igor said, as he tried to stand up and not fall over from being dizzy.

Putting on his coat, he motioned for the group to follow him back out to the Hell’s kitchen roadster that was parked outside. The team had a lot to do when they got back. Most importantly, was to test their new creation. The Doctor placed a good wad of cash in the bill folder and then marched towards the door, not bothering to look back at the girl on the rack.

As they all reached the car, the Doctor opened the door for Narcissa and Roxanne, while flicking his finger for Igor to jump in the driver’s seat. Hopefully he would be able to drive in a straight line. To each of his assistants the Doctor said. “We should do this more often, and with the Prince’s commission, we will be able too.”

(Lab Team TC)

~The Red Velvet Stage~

Yawn. That is what Bandit did when she was strapped to the rack on the stage before the dinner crowd. She thought so little of the Warlock and his games that she treated him with little to no respect at all. Bandit would not succumb to being the subject for the amusement of the Red Velvet’s patrons, and her continued defiance in the face of pain was not all that surprising. Not to the Warlock. He knew Bandit like the back of his own hand. It was one of the reasons he found her so fascinating and had followed her to hell. Strength in spirit and in will. But the human mind is only able to handle so much, and while it was clear that she had built up a resistance to the likes of the Warlock, he still had a few cards up his sleeves.

Snapping his fingers, Raul signaled for the loin cloth wearing beast man to tear away Bandit’s clothes to expose her to the crowd below. All gasped and some chuckled at the sound of tearing fabric, while Valmont stood off to the side – idly tapping the cat of nine tails against the side of his leg….almost like he was waiting for something. Whether or not Bandit remembered, the Warlock was still capable of some very powerful mind tricks. He had the power to make illusions seem….very real. Not just to touch….but to feel.

Slowly, the Warlock went up the stairs to the stage, as the tempo of the music got slower. A bizarre tune was playing. You could say it was hypnotic. A smile crept upon the Warlock’s face as he mused at how Bandit was playing for the crowd. Courage. You had to admire it. The Warlock’s nose twitched and again the collar gave off a fine mist before the view in front of Bandit’s eyes would become clouded. The room itself and everything in it, including the patrons would go into some sort of slow motion like effect, with even the Warlock’s words sounding slurred. A ripple passed through the air and reached Bandit – lightly caressing her skin. The Ambassador was still waiting. Why was he waiting….and what for? It was then that the Warlock started to change in appearance. From the sly looking gentleman, to a beast like creature – red skinned and wearing a suit that was like something from the 1940’s. He crooned as the rippling feeling continued to wash over Bandit’s body.

The chatter and laughter now sounded sick and twisted as the whole room was now blending in with the slick crooning of the Warlock. Then out of nowhere, the cat of nine tails struck. Once. That one hit that tore open Bandit’s flesh as though cutting ribbons. Red blood seeping….but it was not just blood. Worms…maggots…vile creepy crawlies crept out of her skin, while beneath it was now alive. Bubbling burning beneath the surface. Enough to make any sane person scream. Itching…teasing….eating.

~RB~

 

Artie:  The human female hadn’t given much of a response to the loin clothed man, instead giving a scoff and staring down at the ground. She still couldn’t quite get over how humor of an idea it was that he even existed. Typical. Her eyes would gaze at the ground as the cold gaze of many gazed over her body, her form stiffening a bit but yet she made no further moves. Not as though she had much a reaction. Bandit knew what buttons to push and Hell had hardened her to such tortures. What, did he think he was the first to arrive and try to make an example of her? The thought made her laugh, a quiet noise that accompanied an eye roll. Sure, she was a bit red in some areas from the ripping of her clothes, and perhaps even bruised. Clothing did not come off easily, despite how easy it sounded in words written on paper.

The blonde stared into space, wincing a bit and giving a sharp intake of breath at the sharp pain suddenly on her back. There was a sharp noise of the hard and unyielding fabric on her sensitive skin, her eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. Perhaps if she disconnected herself she could push through this. Her eyes closed and the cold of the chains around her wrists slowly began to fade, as she went back to her thoughts of the days beforehand. There was a slight feeling of crawling all around her, but she could easily ignore it with her closed eyes. Amusing how the sounds of others became easily twisted into some sort of horror show that she didn’t want to be apart of. Bandit would grit her teeth lightly, her breathing slowly as she focused on something other than her physical senses and presence, as they were currently compromised by Raul’s magic. If she couldn’t rely on her physical body she would retreat into her mental.. Though to be frank, that wasn’t much better at the moment.

She could only think of the betrayal of Riley. She knew it wasn’t real, but the fact that the warlock knew anything — no, she shouldn’t be surprised. He was a sneaky little thing for a reason, after all. Bandit breathed slowly, retreating to her own world in her mind as her body became somewhat.. unoccupied? Though, the warlock may be a bit surprised to see Bandit’s wounds on her back slowly healing. She found that the crawling began to go away, as her mind recovered from the mist’s effects.. Clearly, she wasn’t prone to anything that could alter her state of mind and body.. but, it wasn’t going to last as long as it usually did. This was an effect of something that she was under the influence of.. but what..?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Life is but an illusion, and we are all players on the grand stage. The mind tells us what to see, and when it can will shield us from the most horrific of circumstances. Think of it as a built in safety switch. What we see, what we feel are all transmitted and collated by our mind’s sensors and thus we deduct from that and react accordingly. Some break so easily when their mind is pushed to the limits, and it was clear that Bandit had come to use a special ability of attachment. Burrowing deep inside her sub conscious and finding refuge from the evil that was the Warlock. Odd how this “human” was able to perform such feats that went above and beyond what is considered to be normal capabilities. But…this was the Warlock’s special forte. The mind. Said to be one of the most powerful part of the human anatomy and in most case only used to a minor percentage of its capability, the Warlock had been studying them and their limits for many years. He had been inside Bandit’s mind before….and would so again – so long as the collar remained firmly clasped to her neck.

As Bandit retreated behind the walls of her mind, her body strangely began to heal itself, as the vile worms, and maggots vanished like sparkling dust from her skin. The warped goings on of the House of Red Velvet started to black out and even the cries of laughter and pleasure would fade into nothingness as the entire room became a black void. The Ambassador, the loin clothed man had seemed to turn into…..hedge like statues, as the stage was replaced by a simple stone square within a large garden maze. The chains and ropes that bound Bandit turned to snakes and slithered from her body, dropping onto the stone path below. A long and lonely wolf howled in the distance, and there was the faint sight of lights….sparkling…dazzling – yet so so far away. A lone raven sat upon one of the stone statue’s head and cawed at Bandit, to rouse her from her mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

Gangnam Style parody “Aussie Battler Style” by Fitzy and Wippa.

Time for another Fitzy and Wippa parody.  This one has been out a while, but I still love it.  Heeeeeeeeeey Chips and Gravy…Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi…..Aussie Battler style.

Aussie Battler Style
Battler Style

I don’t earn a crust but I have me own chair at me local
I like to flick the bird and at the footy I’m very vocal
My girlfriend drinks and smokes but she also part time models
I drive a Ford Falcon XR6

I’ve been known to swear
I wear apparel from Fox Racing
I say ‘Nah but yeah’
If there’s a wall I’ll go deface it
Love the Bundy Bear
But not a drop bear when I’m camping
I’ve got manky hair
I don’t wash my hair

 

I roll my own smokes
My mates are all blokes
But we’re not queer
YEAH
Cause we drink beer
YEAH
We steal from cray pots
We try to rig the trots
We need the dough
YEAH
No-one will know
YEAH
All you need is some deep heat and watch them go

 

Aussie Battler Style
Battler Style
Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi
Aussie Battler Style
Battler Style
Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi
Aussie Battler Style

 

Heeeyyyy Chips and Gravy
Oz-Oz-Oz-Oz Aussie Battler Style
Heeeeyyyyy AC/DC
Oz-Oz-Oz-Oz Aussie Battler Style

Jetstar flights to Bali, barbed wire inked in Henna
Fat back tellys with coat hangers as antennas
Ripped stone washed jeans with a knitted woollen sweater
Dunlop KT 26ers

 

I like Nike Air
But more a fan of Fubu tracksuits
Think outside the square
I don’t grow plants in my attic
Don’t need child care
Cause I’ve never had employment
Have the odd affair
My three wives don’t care

 

I’m a hard nut
I’ve got a beer gut
I never save
YEAH
I hardly shave
YEAH
Live down at the tavern
With best mate Gavin
Drink VB
YEAH
Now its full strength
YEAH
And if I’ve got a spare buck I’ll play the pokies

 

Aussie Battler Style
Battler Style
Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi
Aussie Battler Style
Battler Style
Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi

Heeeyyyy we love Lowndesy
Oz-Oz-Oz-Oz Aussie Battler Style

Heeeeyyyyy we shop at Aldi
Oz-Oz-Oz-Oz Aussie Battler Style

 

 

Psy’s reaction.