Raul’s Heartbreak – The Rusty Nail : PD.

Having lost the battle in the Maze of Greed, the Warlock Raul has gone to the Rusty Nail Inn to drown his sorrows.  Fate however has a Dark Mistress.

 

Tavern – The Rusty Nail

 

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Rusty Nail

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Defeated. The great Warlock Raul had to walk away from Bandit and the others after he had been blocked at every turn. The memories of seeing Bandit near death and crying out to be held tore at his heart strings. A heart once so black that you would think that it was filled with tar. That girl though. After everything he had done to her in the past. She was still a fighter. Proud…resilient. It was what he found so fascinating about her for so long and right up to what could have been the end of her life she fought. Tooth and nail. Could he really blame Habib or the witch for their warnings? Scar needed a good kick in the head though. Oh yes, Raul was sure of that. He never thought of himself as a coward, no. But the Warlock knew when the cards had been dealt against him. All his plans had turned to dust and been blown away at the death of Lydia. His foul schemes and wicked trysts had all come back now to haunt him. Raul didn’t even get to see the end of Lydia. No doubt she was now trapped in purgatory….forever. A place where she may never again cause harm to another soul.

It had been a long walk from the maze and then onto the road that led to the Rusty nail. A watering hole and something of a gambling den. It was frequented by travelers, merchants and the lower end of society. A meeting place…a bar to drown your sorrows, and Raul had a lot of those.

Was revenge in his mind? Not really. He was too busy worrying about Bandit. So stupid really, since he was the one that caused her to be in this mess. There would come a day when their paths crossed again. There was no mistaking that. The past tends to catch up with you at some point, and when she was well enough the girl may well come after him to end him once and for all. She had enough allies if that was the case.

Stepping inside the rustic building, he was met by the noise of musicians, drunken laughter and whooping, along with the chatter of many a man and woman. Spirits were high, but for what reason remained unclear. The warlock moved to a back booth and gestured for the bar wench to come serve him a bottle of rum. He planned to make a night of it.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:

 

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RAUL! Raul the Black!” A scolding tone in a voice of an mature woman came from the warlock’s far side. Ah, Madame Green, the Queen of all that caused lust – but yet, also, the very essence of prophecy, forever shaming men who claimed to be an oracle better than she. Raul was familiar with her, in only that she would occasionally drop a few clues in the path of his life… Today, would not be an exception. Her eyes focused on his behind her mask, keeping her very identity hidden. She wore a wig, furthering the mystery behind the woman’s name. For all he knew, she could be very young, or very old – surely magics helped to change her voice’s ring?

Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.” Large lashes swooped over her eyes as she would flutter them coyly, pursing the deep rouge that was her lips and gazing at him with the intensity of her blue eyes. She sat on a large and red throne, made of cushioned fabric as a well behaved Russian Blue cat (named Spike, in case one wished to know) that was a constant accessory sat in her lap. Its eyes gazed at Raul disapprovingly, as if knowing exactly what he had done and what his master had said.

Madame Green crossed one leg over the other, the cat moving accordingly to not inconvenience her. “What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.

Intelligent eyes gazed at the warlock, gauging for his reaction – but if he dared to make a move towards her, he would find himself hit by an immensely powerful force field that not even he could attempt to combat – she held powers greater than his.. “I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.” This within itself was a big deal, as the sorceress he spoke to was the among most powerful that man had seen.. If she questioned his son’s power, then what would it mean when the child was matured..?

 

 

Razorbackwriter;

 

The Rusty Nail.

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The Warlock had his back to mostly everyone in range of him. His slouched form hovering over the booth table as a pewter mug of rum was slid across the wood by a passing barmaid. He seized it by the handle and took a large gulp, not even letting it touch the sides of his mouth. Raul just wanted to drown his sorrows and forget that woman that he left behind. He never expected for someone to call out his name.

“RAUL! Raul the Black!”

Barely had the taste of rum hit his lips when the scathing and vicious tone of a woman was heard. Callous and cold. Raul closed his eyes for a moment, as he tried to place a name to the voice and in two seconds, he felt a terrible pain in his chest as the shock of who it was started to sink in. Had she heard of his failures in Greed? Of the woman that he left behind and his wounded pride.

“Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.”

Raul froze in his seat. His eyes…the pupils dilated at the next sentence to leave her tongue. He actually had to repeat it to himself twice to make sense of it. Raul turned his head slowly, only to see the masked woman who sat upon a throne..oddly placed within the tavern. She sat stroking a cat, while staring at him through the bizarre mask. Dark hair cascading down her shoulders. The right edge of Raul’s lip twitched as he could feel the core of his dark heart now beating with a renewed fury.

“Madame Green. You speak lies. My Bandit is not pregnant. She was barely alive when I left her.” As far as Raul knew that was the truth. Pushing away the tankard of rum, he brought his palms down on the table in front of him and then used it to force himself to stand. Right foot out he went to be clear of the booth, as he stared the woman down. It was then she went on about the prophecy, and at each word, Raul’s fingers were twitching…aching to release a powerful bolt of energy to thrust into her very being. Hatred swelling like poison in his veins.

“What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.”

“YOU LIE!” Raul refused to believe it. The woman he loved…pregnant and not only that with a child that will hold great powers. His name even being said. This couldn’t be true. “It’s not true….that’s impossible.” He would have known….he would have felt it. Raul’s eyes darted about as he tried so hard to digest what she was saying.

“I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.”

“BITCH!” Raul raised his arms and tried to blast her with a massive bolt that was akin to lightning, but all it did was bounce off her force field and slam back into him. The force of this blew him back into a table of gamblers and whores, sending them all flying. Legs in the air, people screaming. The tables and chairs broke, as Raul tried to crawl out of the mess of people. Finally getting to his feet, the Warlock was smoldering, and panting hard.

“If you are seriously lying to me….Madame Green, so swear it I will rip out your ovaries via your sweet lips.” Raul stared her down as you could see a trail of blood coming from his right temple. ~RB~

 

Artie:

 

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It was a tinkling laugh, yet somehow evil to its core. She reveled in his fear, his anger. Oh, how amusing it was to be an oracle. “I speak truths that you wish were lies.” The woman spat back, baring her teeth for a brief moment. “Ah, but do try, Raul. I need some entertainment in my life, your agony as you even attempt to lay a finger on me will suffice.” Her glare was splitting – if effective, he would suddenly feel agonizing pain his head, as though someone was slowly cutting off the top half of it, as well as the screams of thousands of tortured souls booming through his ears.. and this was all caused by a glare.

Get up, you fool.” Madame’s gaze softened to stop the pain that he could have been feeling, but remained sharp towards him.. “Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..” The female would pause, tilting her head thoughtfully. Her eyes would turn a striking white color, her face slackening as another vision engulfed her.. This one was short, only half a minute, her eyes focusing on him afterwards.. “She is teetering on the edge of killing it or leaving it alive. But where oh where could she possibly be found..?

Of course Madame Green knew the answer.. This was all just a play to her, after all. Whether the child lived or died was, frankly, none of her concern.. Perhaps it would be easier on the rest of them if such a powerful being never came into existence.. There was an agonizing amount of time before Madame Green spoke, oblivious to any words or actions Raul may have done or uttered, her gaze focusing only on the background. As she looked at him now, she would smile in a calculating way.. “Oh? You wish to know a location? Try the place where mountains grow.. Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?” A cackling laugh at her own little joke..

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

The Rusty Nail

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Madame Green’s merriment in Raul’s angered state brought nothing but a foul scowl from the Warlock. How dare she express pleasure at his torment. The Bitch. He thought that Lydia had been bad, but this woman…this masked bovine for want of a better word was treating the Warlock no better than a dog. She chuckled at how she was speaking the truth that he wished were lies. Of course he wished she was lying. To know that Bandit carried his child meant that he had done one thing right. Proof of their union…proof of his love. But having her carry the child at such a dangerous time and in the arms of that damned Fallen – Habib meant that both she and his unborn were well out of his reach.

Getting to his feet, the sound of bits of the table and other things were heard dropping from his coat as he tried to right himself properly. The woman ordering his to get up and calling him a fool. All that earnt her was a fierce growl of contempt.

“Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..”

“Oh trust me, I shall leave no stone un-turned in the hunt for her now. Starting with Greed!” He already had those people in his sights for sending him away. Did they know that Bandit was pregnant? Was this all a ploy? He didn’t trust anyone anymore. Burnt by Lydia, he was now flying solo. “As for the girl trying to kill her own child. I doubt very much that she had it in her to kill it. Regardless of how it came to be. Even if she hated me….she would not kill her own.”There was a fierceness in his voice. Adamant that he knew her well enough to know how she would be emotionally. She was a fighter, through and through. Her will to live strong….and her will to love….well, he knew she was capable of it.

The oracle continued to play word games with Raul, and he was pacing back and forth like a wolf ready to spring an attack. Every so often he snarled at her words. But one thing that she did do, was one last riddle that pinpointed not only where she might be….but also who she was with.

“…Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?”

“Habib!….Krakus Mountain.” There…it was easy when you knew the Fallen as well as Raul did. After all, he used to serve the Warlock all those years ago.

Taking one last look at the oracle, he then sneered at her menacingly. “I would say it has been a pleasure, but meeting you is the equal to having my balls removed and fed to a dog. Very….unpleasant.” That said…he marched out of the tavern and into the square….ready to start his trek towards Krakus Mountain.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:

 

Another client well serviced, if I say.. Madame’s grin only widened at his last words. “Well the pleasure was all mine, my dear!” She’d called after him, then smiling half-way. The eyes of the oracle/seer closed as she rested in thought, pondering. She would focus on that story for a moment, seeing what was in store — oh! A laugh came from her as she clapped her hands together, the laugh itself sharp and surprising. “Glorious!” Something in the foreseeable future had made her happy.. Which was not at all a good thing. “Valmont! Oh, I must!” Yes, she was indeed talking to herself out loud… but this was a normal occurrence, so none looked over at her in her throne, in the back corner of the room but still visible to the stage and near the bar.

Madame stood, Spike giving a mew of discontent at being forced from her lap and onto the floor. “Yes, yes, I know my lovely. Mama will be back.” Madame bent over, running her hand over the feline’s head and then scratching behind his ears. “Fascinating little thing, you are. Keep my seat warm, hmm?” The cat would jump back onto her seat and she walked to the door, pushing it open and stepping into the street. One moment she was there, the next an empty space. The only indication of her presence was the wet mark of her heel’s imprint on the street from stepping in a small puddle of beer.

The Maze of Greed – Part Eight : SS.

Breaking the curse brought about anger from beyond the Maze.  The trapped trio were not ready for this turn of events.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed, Seven Sins.

Co-written with Dessy, Artie and Phyln.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scar stood in behind Mariela, twisting his bottom lip with two fingers as he hoped that Mariela would find her true power deep within and be able to undo the Warlock’s magic. It was all about the jewels. Break the jewels, break the collar. The Alp truly believed in her greatness, and had seen it well before Lydia had even bothered to notice. When she did however, Lydia wanted Scar to keep tabs on her, in her every movements. This was an unknown blessing, since the more time he spent with her, the more he fell in love with the pretty and innocent young witch. The wait seemed to be ages, and Scar had to hold himself back from over reacting when finally there was a cracking sound. The smile grew on his face as the human let out a joyous sound and it was true. Mariela had done what was deemed impossible.

“Hey… Hey! You.. You did it! Shit! That’s awesome!”

The collar was thrown into a nearby hedge, and while Mariela was probably checking the girl’s neck out, Scar went over and picked it up off the ground. He was curious to see if the jewels had indeed cracked. One had a definite crack in it. The collar was now faulty. Scar twirled it around his finger and let out a laugh.

“Now this is what I call…a souvenir.” He pretended to chew on it to see if it was real gold. Sure enough it was. The Alp could no longer hold himself back, and ran to hug Mariela. So thrilled that she did something good. But as he went to embrace her, there was a swirling of black smoke that built up to form the image of a man. That man. Raul.

“So….you are the one that broke the collar. My….little witch.” His eyes glaring at Mariela with a sickening menace. He pulled on his gloves as he shot a look at Bandit on the ground, covered in cuts and bruises. ‘“I’ll deal with you…soon enough, my sweet Bandit.” He rounded on Scar and Mariela and then snarled. “But….no one…touches my things!!!” He raised a hand towards Scar and blasted him back with a powerful surge of energy. Scar hit one of the hedge walls, while the collar spun around and around in the air. It was being controlled by Raul, as he started to grin and bare his teeth.“You’re the Witch’s toy boy, hmm? Well, how about I collar you!”

Scar tried to stand up, but the collar whizzed at him at speed and then locked onto his neck. The Alp struggled and tried to prize it off as his eyes pleaded with Mariela. “Get the human away…..quickly!” He didn’t want the witch to suffer, and thought he could fight the Warlock on his own. Raul raised his hand and then drew back sharply, with the hat flying off Scar’s head. It landed on the ground and then started spinning. Scar looked on horrified as he started to levitate. Gasses going into his nostril from the collar. He was fighting with everything he had in him. “Not the hat……Not the hat!” he screamed. The Warlock was now feeling a rising sense of triumph as he knew much of magic and the best way to get rid of Scar. In the hat. Scar started spinning round into a purple vortex, much like a portal opening from the hat. He was screaming out Mariela’s name as he started to get smaller and smaller and then with a loud bang….Scar vanished into the hat.

~RB~

 

Phyln:  Boots clicking against the ground as Solomon approached the entranceway of the maze, bringing himself to a halt a couple steps from entering the maze. he tilted his head back as he admired the design work, Reaching out he placed a hand on the stone. “Well this is the place.” then looking forward again his eyes began to take in what was visible of the interior. He let out a small sigh of displeasure as finding his way through a maze was not exactly on his list of things he enjoyed. Reluctantly he stepped forward into the maze running his hand along the wall hoping that he would continue to feel the force he was drawn too and it would aid his path through the maze.

He continued on to a point where the way he had entered from was no longer visible. The deeper in he got the more vivid the sounds from within became. The maze and its contents were new to him he didn’t know if there were others further in or if creatures inhabited this place. His concern growing he reached his free hand into his jacket and pulled his cane a quick flick and the segments popped out and snapped back together with a click. Continuing deeper into the maze one had on the wall following the draw the other continuing the monotone click of his cane on the floor of the maze.

 

Dessy:  Mariela kept her focus on the collar – nothing else. As she ran her hand over each jewel, she heard a cracking sound. The collar then broke open, and Mariela let out a shocked gasp as it did so, before hearing Bandit’s happy words. “I did it…” she spoke, a bit shocked with herself, standing up. “I actually did it.” she said, giving a smile to Bandit and a nod. “You’re welcome.” she said, before she turned to face Scar.

She laughed as Scar twirled the collar around his fingers, then chewing on the collar. But Mariela was a bit shocked when Scar ran up to embrace her, but was more than happy to return his hug. Unfortunately, the happiness didn’t last as she saw the swirling of black smoke then the formation of a man. She narrowed her eyes, automatically assuming the guy was Raul.

“I am. And you must the one that made the collar… Raul.” Mariela spoke back. When Raul spoke the words “my little witch”, Mariela narrowed her eyes. “I’m not “your little witch”. You don’t own me.” she snapped back. She turned her eyes to look down at Bandit when he spoke to her, moving her self to be standing in front of Bandit as she turned her gaze back to him.

“Scar!” Mariela shouted when Scar was shot back, the collar locking around his neck. Scar shouted for her to get the human away, and Mariela opened her mouth to speak… but then Scar’s hat flew off and the Alp was being sucked in. “No!!!” Mariela screamed, but saw nothing left but the hat as Scar vanished. “Bastard!” Mariela shouted in anger. She then looked down at Bandit, and back up at Raul. The question was: fight or flight? She needed to get Bandit out of here… but now Mariela was nothing but angry, and the guy deserved whatever was coming for him.

 

Artie:  Bandit’s eyes hadn’t looked at Scar, instead they were closed as she focused on finally getting the damn collar off of her neck.. Finally.. But she knew this relief would be short-lived, as a terrible noise of Raul’s voice was heard. “I’m not something to be dealt with, you son of a bit-..” But Mariela had already begun to talk, Bandit’s eyes widening as Scar screamed and suddenly was thrown into the hat, only to vanish. “Fuck!” The blonde haired girl would look up at Mariela, already feeling defeat as her gaze would then turn to meet Raul’s, hardening.. With the last amount of energy she had, she would pick up the dagger that had previously fallen and held it up, sharp point towards Raul.. though, it required an immense amount of effort, her hand shaking as she began to sweat, mixing with the dirt and blood on her body. Worse come to worse, Bandit would take the blade and run it through her own heart rather than go back with Raul.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Alp’s hat spun around and around as the cries of Scar faded into nothingness. Scar was gone. The Warlock raised his head in triumph. The pair were foolish to even think that they would dare be a match for him. Women were weak, in his eyes. All of them, even Lydia. She had her weakness. That was ambition itself. The very thing that gave her great power, was also the one thing that could bring her down. Even if she was the Princess of Greed as well. The two fused together could only spell disaster….eventually.

Mariela’s cries for her little Alp were falling on deaf ears. The Warlock acted out of revenge. For breaking Bandit’s collar, the pair would pay the price. Now that the Alp was in the hat….he was no longer a threat. Grinning, the Warlock mocked Mariela with an imitation of her voice.

“Scar!…Scar!…Ahahaha. Cry all you want, little witch, but your play boy is now lost to Hell…Forever.”

He watched how the witch kept looking between Bandit and him, as though trying to decide to fight or flee. Oh, that was right, the Alp told her to run. It was almost comical to think that Bandit could run….considering. Thinking he had it all under control, he simply folded his arms, instead of raising them and attacking the pair at the same time. That was, until he saw Bandit reach for her dagger. Oh yes, her favorite weapon – beside her mouth.

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Bandit’s hand quivered and shook as she pointed the dagger at her Master. Raul didn’t seem phased. Again brushing off any fears that she could do him in. Not thinking for a moment she would use it on herself.

“Right….time to end this.”

Just as Raul lowered his arms, and started to march for Bandit, there came a massive roar from behind him. A loud…yodel that…had a Scottish edge to it.

“I don’t think so ….LADDY!”

~WHACK~

A massive axe was swung with the blunt end towards the Warlock’s head, knocking him clear off his feet and into the bushes, where the Giant then gave him a right hefty kick up the arse.

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The ginger haired giant with the speckled beard then looked down at the two tiny women that were there.

“Okeee…then. Can anyone tell me…where the bloody hell I am? Do either of you know a Quinn?”

It was Douglas…the Giant.

~RB~

 

 

Beauty is skin deep – SS.

The Princess of Greed has not had her happy ever after as she anticipated.  So now we follow her as she returns to her Chambers.

[KINGDOM] – Greed : Lydia’s chambers

Razorbackwriter:  The Princess of Greed never ever envisioned that her night of magic and dance would turn into such a nightmare. All her grand plans were now in ruin, thanks to that horrid angelic Templar. Struggling to make her way up the passage to her apartment, the disfigured and now crippled Lydia was cursing and muttering foul obscenities under her breath. Guards that stood to attention as she passed had to fight to stop themselves from being sick at her appearance. Her skin was scarred, bloody and torn. Her dress a wreck. One heel of her shoes was broken and this did nothing to help with her trying to walk with some dignity. It was all that Lydia had left.

Surprisingly, Lydia still held her mask in her hand. She’d managed to keep a hold of it, even with the fight that she had with the Templar. Such a pretty thing it was too, but it was useless to her. Lydia stumbled and only just managed to catch herself before falling face first onto the floor. A small cry of pain came from her painted red lips, that were now stretched to half way down her chin. She looked every bit the monster that she truly was.

None of the guards moved to help her. All stood in their rows. Afraid to help her. She was liable to lash out in fury, and it was known far and wide that she was unpredictable as the weather.

Her head turned to sneer at one of the guards nearest where she stood. Her chin trembled as she grit her teeth in an act of defiance. No one could help her now. Scar had run off with the young witch. Why Lydia had not seen that coming was beyond her. One thing was for certain, she now had a hit list. A list of those that in her eyes wronged her….and they would all pay.

Finally, after the exhausting walk to her chambers; she was about to reach for the door handle, when she heard a woman’s voice from within.

“Oh yes!…Yes…Oh…you are so BIG! Harder…..FASTER….Please, Master!”

Lydia froze, with a dumbfounded expression on her face. She checked the door, and yes, this was her room.

 

“Mmmm….yes little one. I can get even bigger.”

“MASTER!…Don’t stop!”

There was the sound of grunts and bed springs. A glorious crescendo of animalistic noises coming from within Lydia’s chambers. Lydia blinked as she wondered just who could be f*cking in her bed. Her mind raced as she tried to remember the man’s voice. The woman’s….it could have been half of hell. With a loud snort, Lydia gripped the handle to her door and forced it open. What met her gaze when she entered left her gob smacked.

“RAUL!?”

“Lydia?”

“I’m coming!” The masked girl cried out as Lydia stood in the doorway, absolutely shocked. There was the Warlock, and some masked harlot, going hammer and tongs on HER bed.

“Not on my silk sheets, you’re not!” Lydia stormed into the room, but forgot about her broken shoe and tripped on the corner of the rug, sending her flying flat on her face.

“Oh…..fuck.” The warlock withdrew himself from the girl and pushed her face first into the pillows, so as to muffle any protests or other…sounds.

Lydia was slamming her fists onto the floor. She was beyond angry…beyond livid. If it wasn’t for the fact she was in such a state, it would have been comical.

Raul took up his pants and quickly threaded them on, before making his way to Lydia’s side to help her up. Only when she lifted her head and he got sight of her disfigured face, he quickly let go of her hand.

“Princess? What the hell happened to you?”

“Help me up, you idiot.”

The Warlock remembered his manners and then assisted Lydia to stand, while the girl that had been in Lydia’s bed was now trying to cover up her nakedness with a sheet. She happened to be one of the lesser royals and had been charmed by Raul earlier in the night. The girl chewed her lip nervously, as she knew that she could be in terrible trouble.

Once Lydia was standing upright, she spread her hands out as though to help give herself some balance. Her chest was rising and falling sharply, her heart pounding like there was no tomorrow.

“Lydia…..Sweetheart…” Raul implored, holding his palms together as though he was ready to pray. Lydia bared her teeth at Raul and snarled. “I was down there….in the ballroom….fighting for my life. And you….YOU were up here in my chambers no less, fucking some…some trumped up tart?!”

Raul knew he was going to pay for this mistake. He had found the girl wandering and…well, one thing led to another. He had an insatiable appetite for a pretty face….and fanny. Raul’s brows knitted however when he heard that Lydia’s life had been in danger. Her face evidence that she had put up a fight and lost. He held up a finger as though to say something witty, then slowly brought it down as he stared at Lydia’s face. It was hideous.

“Who did this to you? The Princess of Wrath?” The Warlock had assumed that since Lydia had her sights on the head of Wrath that this was the result. Oh how wrong he was.

“No!….Some holy…damn fucking…How the hell does an Angel exist in Hell? And…and I thought Excalibur belonged to some poxy King named Arthur.” She then waved her hand at her injuries. “IT did this.” Meaning that the sword’s power caused her to practically melt. She shuffled over to her dresser and started picking up face cream bottles and tonics. “I can’t go out looking like this!” Lydia looked up at her reflection and then screamed. It was a hollow and terrible sound, that would make even a man weep.

“My….beautiful face.”

The Warlock came to stand in behind the Princess and rested his hands upon her shoulders. As much as Lydia could be annoying, the Warlock had a soft spot for her. So evil…and yet so unpredictable.

“We can fix this.”

“What with? Oil of Ulan? Oh..that’s not going to do shit.”

Suddenly, the Warlock had an idea. He stuck his tongue to the inside of his cheek, while Lydia stared back at his reflection. He started to grin as he leaned down and whispered into Lydia’s ear.

“Essence of another can restore your beauty.”

 

Lydia’s ears pricked at this and then she cast her eyes to the figure of the girl that was still huddled in a sheet on the bed. Although it was hard to see, due to the sagging corners of Lydia’s mouth, she started to smile. She brought up a hand to clasp over Raul, who was now raising his chin proudly. “Can you forgive me?” He said, staring at her in the mirror.

“If you can fix me. Then yes. Just this once.”

The two then turned to face the girl, who stared at them both innocently.

“What?”

 

The view from outside Lydia’s chambers would show a strange red and green glow coming from under the door, as the Warlock started a chant that had Lydia laughing with glee. Terrified screams soon fell into silence, as another life was lost on the night of the ball.

 

~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~

 

 

 

Dinner and a show – SS.

Scene setting: The House of Red Velvet – SS.

co-written with Artie, Moo, and Temp.

 

Artie:  Bandit had already begun to be doubtful of this whole ordeal, now worried for her health and well-being. Though – if anything involved putting a collar on her, how would it have been good to begin with? She only held onto the small sliver of hope that it was loose enough to take off, though tight enough to not notice.. Though as they came to the table, Bandit’s eyes met that of her old master’s. Fear did not come to her, instead she felt anger and disgust. “Hope is all you have, after all.” This was a slight jab at his hope of getting his princess love that she had stolen from him.. this gave her pride, as it showed in her straightened posture and straight face. “I should have expected this. Seems you can’t get away from old loves, hmm?” The female would then sneer right back, before looking at him and spitting at his feet. She held no honor for this man – to her, he was the scum of the Earth. Anyone who claimed rights over another was absolute trash.. and thus, he was.

The ring did help her hangover, her head much clearer now.. perhaps it prevented drunkness as well? “Alright, let me go, I’ll be on my way out, soon. Clearly, this buffoon doesn’t know what he’s doing.” And so, Bandit would roll her eyes at Raul, turning to Eva and shaking herself from the other blonde’s grip. The thief would merely scoff again, displeased as she turned away from the warlock. Was he really worth her eyes’ time?

 

Temp:  Roxanne had a feeling that Narcissa would also agree to the ‘request’ from Pride, and was soon proven right. It seemed that the Lab would now have a steady supply of corpses and funds, which could only be considered a good thing. Now that this situation was settled she could get back to eating. She went ahead and continued to enjoy her meal, not really paying much attention to anything going on around her. Her eyes wandered up and away from her food, now focused on the Doctor. It seemed that he wanted to dance with her, something which she hadn’t expected…but was actually excited about. Instead of speaking her thoughts, she bounced up and down in her seat and nodded excessively. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was happy about this.
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Eva had a feeling that her presence would be made clear in good time, and sure enough it was. It took very little time for Raul to approach her and Bandit. “Swapped out the gift wrap for a quick and personal delivery.” There was actually a bow tie that she was going to put on Bandits head, but she looked crappy enough as it is. Walking around like someones precious pet wasn’t going to do her or Eva any good, so she decided against it. The words that the two were sharing meant nothing to her, but she kept her eyes on them both regardless. Obviously they had some sort of history, though she did not wish to know it. Her job was done. She nudged Bandit towards Raul when she turned to face her, keeping her Makarov pointed at her while she did so. “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The rest of the money that she was owed would likely be delivered to her in time. Raul didn’t seem like a fool, so crossing her would likely not happen. With her work done and her statement made, she holstered her weapon and turned to walk away. The crowd blocking her path was rather irritating, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Unless she was needed for something else she would now leave the building.

 

Moo:  Narcissa jumped from her seat quickly, nodding excitedly at the Doctor. Not a moment was wasted while she turned on her heels to the buffet table, where she would pile her plate with a variety of food. None of it would be wasted, so long as it tasted good! Employees stood about the table, describing the different delicacies. The monster didn’t care. She stepped around them and grabbed a handful of whatever, ignoring the tongs and looks that were shot her way. She was smiling happily, completely oblivious. “Food, food, food~!” she chanted while she practically skipped back to the table.
Narcissa’s plate was set on the table and she sat down, immediately picking up a particular meat to bite into. “..YUM!” She hummed merrily to herself while she chewed, pausing to swallow and take another bite. The plate would certainly be cleaned in no time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The leader of the Anarchy Division announced, after giving Bandit a good little nudge not to try anything stupid. Raul seemed to be amused by Bandit’s crass spirit, and her spitting only left a slight smear on the floor at his feet. His luminous green eyes did catch sight of the collar around Bandit’s neck and this only made his smile widen. “Indeed it is. By all means, do return at your leisure when you are able to. I look forward to ensuring the entertainment and comfort to you and your men.”The Warlock bowed politely before Eva, then turned his attentions back to the wicked Bandit, who was causing the diamond dogs to snicker and point at her from their places at the table. Already they could see that the night was going to be even more lively than it had been before. The Warlock snapped his fingers sharply, which caused the collar around Bandit’s neck to tighten to a point where she would not be able to get her fingers between her flesh and the leather. That done, the Warlock then approached the girl, his masculine scent mixed with that of the cigar smoke and cologne worn.

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“I see you are sober, my little Bandit. How amusing. When I found you you were…how shall we say; well and truly wasted. You barely struggled as I took you. Sexual pursuits in a dark alley has a certain hedonistic charm to it, don’t you think?”

The Warlock walked around her slowly, then using his index finger he used it to press to her flesh and make her turn to view another table in the House of Red lust. A gentleman was seated opposite another red headed beauty and he was feeding her chocolate covered strawberries. She slowly licked away at the chocolate, teasing it with her tongue as the skirt of the table moved with the obvious signs that they were doing more than playing footsies. The man…looked familiar. Very familiar. In fact….he was the man of her dreams.

“What I liked was when you let me drink your nectar in the brothel. Though…you called me a different name. What was it? He tapped his lip as it would become clear that the man at the table looked a lot like Riley. Raul had probed Bandit’s mind enough to know what he looked like…and the collar squirted a small spray of mist towards Bandit’s face to help her see…..what the Warlock did. A mist that helped to trick the mind of the unwilling. The couple at the table were now leaning towards each other, kissing and petting whilst the music swirled and became more decadent in the foreground.

“Oh that’s right. Riley…Riley was his name. You remember…don’t you, my little bandit.”

The Warlock leaned into where Bandit stood, as the couple went to stand, and the courtesan was leading “Riley” off to one of the more private rooms. Riley looked back at Bandit and then he tossed down something on the table, before following the beauty off to the seclusion of a suite.

Watching this and Bandit’s reaction if it was how he would have suspected, the Warlock chuckled and said. “What are you waiting for? Are you going to flee the club….or see your long…lost…love?” The Warlock crossed his arms and waited for her answer.

House of Red Velvet : The Hell’s Kitchen lab table.

Never before had Wilhelm seen Narcissa enjoy herself as much as she appeared to over helping herself to a large serving of different foods from the buffet. It brought a smile to his face, and as he reached for his glass of wine, he raised it to toast his team. “To many nights like this one.”

At this the band struck up a fine tune. Violins playing sharply, and Wilhelm recognized the tune. The Masochism Tango. Grinning, he rose from his seat and walked around it, slipping off his dinner jacket and setting it over the back of the chair. The Good doctor reached for Roxanne’s hand and went to lead her onto the floor, which parted to allow the couple to dance.

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“WE DANCE!” Igor squeaked as he was ripped out of his chair and led to another part of the floor, where he was practically smothered by Trisha’s hairy bosom as she enveloped him in her arms and began to do her own version of the tango. All one could see was the flailing of Igor’s arm and the prominence of his hump sticking out behind him.

“Help…meeeeeee!”

~RB~

 

 

The House of Red Velvet – SS.

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Scene setting:  The House of Red Velvet – Lust Kingdom.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

Razorbackwriter:  It did not take long for the Warlock to return to his House of Red Velvet. With the Anarchy Division now in employ to seek out, capture and collar the elusive Bandit, he now felt more relaxed than he had in a day. Striding up the cobblestone path that would lead to a pair of ornately carved wooden doors, he struck the door with the tip of his Staff, only to have it open by magic. Raul’s face was still lacking emotion. He found weakness in those that displayed it, and often they only did so in order to get pity or attention.

Inside you could hear the sultry refrain of the band playing in the main auditorium. A show room where burlesque dancers entertained gentlemen or ladies that had come to enjoy the delights of some of the Red Velvet’s young colts. That is what Raul refereed to them as. Shiny eyed, skin tight and strong. Able to take a beating. On stage, one of the night’s class acts was doing a routine, with a large set of ostrich feather fans. Wowing the gathered crowd with her sensual moves. So titillating that some men were hardly able to sit still in their seats.

In a Kingdom like Lust, this was one place you were assured that even your darkest fantasy was to come to life. At …a price.

The Warlock strolled up to the bar, and gestured to the faithful barman to bring him his usual. The barman was dressed in a black suit, with bow tie of blood red. A single red rose in his lapel. He never missed a trick. Listening in on conversations by the many guests that graced the halls. Nothing got past him. The more drinks he poured, the looser the tongues of the unwary would become. A bevy of information, ripe for the picking and to be used of course for the most despicable means.

The drink for the night. Absinthe; the Green Fairy.

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~RB~

Razorbackwriter:  

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There was already many vehicles, coaches and motorcycles pulled up out the front of the House of Red Velvet. A true hot spot in hell for all your wicked fantasies, entertainment and of course the fine dining. Helping each of the girls from the roadster, and giving Igor a good kick a long, the four would enter the doors which were held open by two large bare chested guards, with glistening skin and bald heads. Skin the colour of chocolate, they were intimidating – enough to make Igor squeak before shuffling off inside.

Awaiting the four was a room full to the brim with well dressed gentlemen and ladies of the night. The dancers known simply as Raul’s diamond dogs were already teasing and dancing with some of the more wealthy men that had come in well before. Most were drinking Absinthe and many were already under the green fairy’s spell. Whooping and singing on the tops of their voices to the tunes of old. A macabre and yet fast paced song was playing, till Raul himself emerged from behind the red velvet curtain and raised his hands to the crowd;

RAUL
If life’s an awful bore,
And living’s just a chore
That you do ’cause death’s not much fun

I’ve just the antedote,
And though I mustn’t gloat,
And the Red Velvet you’ll have fun!

So scratch that little neggle
Give a little wiggle
You know that you can
Because we

Can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!
We feel stupid
And contagious!

RAUL
Got some dark desire?
Like to play with fire?
Why not let it rip?
Live a little bit!

We can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

Outside it may be raining
But in here it’s entertaining!

If you like, like, like
To be free, free, free,
The Red Velvet is the place to be!

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Because we can Can-can!
Yes we can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!

RAUL
Outside things may be tragic!
But in here we’re feeling magic!

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Seated at a table by one of the more voluptuous of the dancers, Igor was aghast at the bevy of female flesh.

“So many….oh..myy.”

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne and the others had arrived at the House of Red Velvet shortly after leaving the lab. They had just been successful in completing a very complex experiment, and were here to celebrate. It seemed that there were a lot of other people that were here for the same reason, or at least a similar one. There were lights, music, dancing, singing, women, men, and that was just what you could see with your own eyes. Surely there were more ‘private’ areas where one or more could entertain in a different way. She wasn’t sure where to start or what even to do, so she hobbled along closely with the Doctor. Eventually they were all led to a table and were then seated. Igor actually seemed a tad interested in all the females, or perhaps it was intimidation of sorts. Roxanne couldn’t help but do a semi-dance in her seat, following the rhythm of the music still going on around them.

Moo:  Narcissa had been eager through the duration the little family spent in the car, practically hopping in her seat. To actually have come up to the doors of the club was amazing, and gave her the idea only something so cool would need guards so intimidating! She drew enough attention to herself while she stood close to one, looking him over with interest. Her mouth was agape as she was eventually pushed along by incoming lines of people, only to have it fall open completely. The monster’s eyes widened while she looked about herself in a sort of fritz.
“Amazing!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Doctor, this place is amazing!!” She practically danced to the beat heard around her while the group walked along to their table. And much like Roxanne, she would dance in her seat, a grin plastered from ear to ear. The music, the colors, the vibe this place gave– It was such a cool atmosphere! She hummed happily next to Igor, who seemed to be taken aback by so many women in one room. This caused the monster to giggle before she wrapped him up by his neck in her arm. “Silly Igor! Enjoy the view!”

Razorbackwriter:  No sooner were they seated, that an ensemble of waiters descended on the four, whipping out napkins, and pouring water into crystal glasses. Another brought around menus and handed out one to each as the dance floor was alive with the many dancers and suited men. There was a completely festive atmosphere and though this was not normally a place to find the Doctor, he fitted in well as he raised a monocle to his right eye and started to read the menu. There was of course the chef special, but since this was a very special occasion, the Doctor planned for all to eat till they were thoroughly stuffed.

“Ladies…and Igor. Order anything you want. There is an all you can eat buffet as well. Do ho ho ho. The best in all hell.” The doctor chimed, as he gave his order to a nearby waiter. “I’ll have the soup, followed by Beef bourguignon….and of course those little bread sticks.” The Doctor snapped shut his menu, and handed it to the waiter, who was asking for the ladies orders.

Igor had never dined anywhere like this…and when asked what he would like, the humpback asked; “Do you have philly hot pockets?” Not exactly the sort of thing you ask for in a top restaurant. The waiter murred a moment, as Igor struggled to get out of Narcissa’s neck hold. He couldn’t possibly eat like this.

~RB~

Revenge is best served cold – SS.

Scene setting : Anarchy Division HQ.

co-written with Temp.

 

Razorbackwriter:  After having left Bandit lying in her own excretions and languishing in a dream that was bound to turn into something a little nasty, Raul was on a mission. He had not come to Hell to be nice to anyone. In fact he wanted the type of revenge that was best served in the most diabolical fashion imaginable. The Warlock had marked the poor girl named Bandit while she was in her drunken stupor in a dirty alley, then taken her to the local brothel house where he tricked her into believing that he was Riley – mixing her dream with his own disguise of Riley in real. He’d tossed a bag of coins at her feet and treated her exactly how he had planned to. As the little whore he always called her. Now, she may well believe that Riley – her true love thought the same. How wonderful.

Never one to be without a plan, the lanky Warlock wandered the roads of hell before coming upon the building to which he knew he would find the one that could bring even more heartache and pain to Bandit.

Anarchy Division HQ. Oh yes, these people would do the most evil of jobs for the right amount of cash. And cash was something Raul had a lot of. He was wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of most. Heading up to the front entrance, he used his Staff to rap upon the door of the castle like structure. Raul awaited a guard or someone inside to answer.

~RB~

 

Temp:  One of the main guards that managed the main entrance of the building would eventually take a look at the newest visitor. After a brief moment of observation, the door would open to Raul. A single soldier was standing nearby, and waved for him to enter the building.

“You don’t look like the type to fool around, so simply put…the boss is in the room at the end of the hall, if you’ve got a job for the Division or are looking for work she’s the one you wanna see…I’ll notify her of your presence.”

The soldier would then press a series of buttons on an out of view panel, which was him signaling Eva of a possible client. Raul was now completely free to enter the building and speak to the boss of Anarchy Divison, who was now waiting in the room at the end of the hall.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Listening intently to the words spoken by the first guard to approach him, Raul gave a simple nod and strode along past him as he made his way down to see the “Boss”. The fact that the boss was a woman, was somewhat surprising, but as Raul had come to discover over many a century that women were far more cunning and calculating than most men. The soft sound of Raul’s sandals slapping the floor as he walked would probably be heard as he approached the office.

Without bothering to even knock again, he simply entered the room and cast his gaze across at the fair haired woman at the desk. This would be Eva. The owner of the Anarchy Division. With one hand firmly clasping his staff, he stood regally and announced himself.

“I am Raul, High Priest of the Seven Kings. I have come far to seek your services.” His tone was very deep, almost like a rumble from deep within his chest. He wore a long skirt that sat just upon his hips, with a large strip of black cloth that was thrown over his left shoulder. His right arm featured a large tattoo of a Pharaoh and some other hieroglyphics. He was of Egyptian origin, and a strange one to find in the pits of Hell. Black eyes gazed down at Eva as he produced a bag of gold and tossed it upon her desk.

“There is more of this….if you accept my request.” Raul said this all with a dead panned expression. What was he after…and who?

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva sighed upon getting the alert from the main entrance guard, knowing that her time to relax was now up. She took another long drag of her cigar as she heard footsteps approaching her office. Back to work she would go. The door opened and revealed a relatively tall, rather good looking man. He didn’t look like any of her normal clients, but that really didn’t matter. What mattered was the reason he was here, which he was quick to reveal to her…at least partially. The bag of gold that followed his introduction was of a clear interest to her. She pulled her legs off of the desk and moved herself closer to the desk, pulling the bag along the way. After examining it’s contents she tapped some ashes free from her cigar, and looked up at Raul with a curious look. “I’m listening, please…have a seat.” She motioned towards the chair that was in front of her desk, and then put out her cigar. Her hands would come to a rest under her chin as she leaned forward, showing that she was now ready to get down to business.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul looked down upon the chair that Eva pointed to but instead of sitting, he said. “I prefer to stand.” Again his face showed no emotion. Raul would be a hard one to read. The Warlock noted that Eva checked the bag of gold that he had tossed on the table, and then went about smoking her cigar. For a woman, she acted more like a man – but that was none of Raul’s concern. He decided to go straight to the heart of the matter. The reason for his visit. He took out a small card, and then set it upon the table. It spun its way over to the woman behind the desk. On the very edge tip of the card till finally falling flat on the surface. The image on the card was….Bandit. The card also was animated so Eve could see clearly just what Bandit looked like. It was like playing various recordings of all the times that the Warlock had encountered Bandit over time.

Following the card, the Warlock spun his finger in the air counter clock wise as a dark collar came into being and then landed on the table with a thud beside the card of Bandit.

“I wish for your organisation to track down….or hunt this girl. When she is caught, you or your men are to place this collar around her neck.” The collar was made of a black leather with various precious gems fashioned into it. It also had hieroglyphic images on it. A curse…if you will.

“Once the collar is placed upon her and locked, I want her delivered back here. You are then to summon me….for collection.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva didn’t show much of a reaction to the denial of a seat, clearly not caring whether or not he chose to sit or stand. He was here to give her organization a job, and he had money, that was all that mattered. As Raul stood in front of the desk, objects began to appear on the desk in front of her. A nice animated image of the target, as well as a device to use against said target. “Quite specific…I like that.” She examined the card and the images it depicted, taking in the girls appearance bit by bit. She didn’t look all that special, so this was likely personal. “Sumka i zakhvatit’ rabota, da…interesno .”(A bag and grab job, yes…interesting) The job was straight forward and there was a decent bit of information already available, but more importantly the money was good.“My best soldier is on babysitting duty, so I’ll take care of this…personally.” Although she was happy with relaxing, this job had a pretty big payout, and she was actually kind of eager to get out and do a job herself. “So…grab the girl, put the collar on her, bring her back, and give you a call? Consider it done.” She couldn’t help but smirk in anticipation of her latest mission. Eva extended an arm and held out her hand for him to shake, which was more or less an agreement. Whether or not he shook it didn’t matter, although disrespecting her was not a wise move…no matter who you were.

 

Razorbackwriter:  One might wonder why a powerful Warlock like Raul would need the assistance in simply putting a collar on Bandit. After just having practically taken favors without consent, then leaving her a sopping mess at the brothel he had ample opportunity to place a collar on her. But….where was the fun in that? Revenge is best served cold. That was his new motto. Eva was impressed by Raul’s no nonsense approach and how he was direct in what he expected to be done for the price. Bandit wasn’t much to look at, this was true. Certainly not in the way she had been in the days when she toured the bizarre with Hajib.

Listening once again without speaking or showing emotion, Raul was intrigued that the owner of the Anarchy Division was going to do the job personally. She recanted the details of the kidnapping, collaring and returning of the girl to the letter, and Raul gave a curt nod in reply. Eva actually smirked when extending her arm out and offered her hand to shake. Raul took the woman’s hand and instead of shaking, he brought it to his lips, where he pressed his lips to it softly before lowering the hand and giving a shake.

If anything, Raul could be a gentleman……when it suited him.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was slightly surprised by the courtly agreement, which consisted of a kiss upon her hand as well as a normal handshake. “My my…a gentlemen.” Now that was a lovely way to sign a contract, and treat a woman. She smiled as she shook his hand, and upon releasing it took hold of the card and placed it between her breasts. She then took the collar and gave it a bit of a closer inspection, curious as to what sort of properties it had hidden within it. “Anything else? Roughing her up okay? Or would you prefer I did this with a more stealthy touch?” She would have no problem with it either way. Beating her target into submission was a simpler method, but stealth was also an option available to her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Eva reacted well to the attentions of Raul. The way he approached her to kiss her hand before shaking showed he was not a total deviant. He showed the very barest hints of what was a smile upon the corners of his lips, before standing upright once more. Strange under certain lighting, his skin appeared to be darker, with the tattoos and markings almost radiant beneath a sheer glistening of fine beads of sweat. Raul’s eyes lowered slightly to the place where Eva stashed the picture of the target within her bosom. They lingered for but a second before he raised his gaze back to meet Eva’s eyes.

She asked if it was preferred if Bandit was rough housed on capturing to which the Warlock stated firmly.

“She is known to be a handful, Madame. I would strongly suggest that you be prepared for a fight. In fact….the rougher the better. The girl makes the most delicious sounds when being beaten into submission. I think she likes it.”

So, it would be not a matter of stealth in her capture. Brute force was the key to her capture.

“I trust you to meet with my requirements to the letter. Your establishment is well respected.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  So it would be a matter of beating her target into submission, which was actually what she preferred. From what she saw from on the card just moments ago, it would appear her target was much like Eva…human. However, she didn’t quite look like she had anywhere near the amount of experience in combat Eva had. She was never one to underestimate a target though, and she certainly wouldn’t start now. “I’ve been craving a brawl quite honestly, so hopefully she puts up a decent fight.” Eva wasn’t going to use any of the artifacts she had at her disposal, and instead would deal with this naturally. It was a sign of respect, from one human to another. “I’ll begin immediately, and notify you as soon as she is captured…hell, I’ll even gift wrap her for you.” Eva took a great deal of joy in her job, whether it be her commanding her soldiers or her dealing with something personally.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul found Eva’s enthusiasm to dish out a beating to Bandit to be refreshing. In fact, he liked her style and eagerness. Most leaders shied away from getting their hands dirty, whereas Eva relished in it. It was far more than Raul had expected, and while he was not as showy in his emotions, he respectfully showed his pleasure in her words by another slight bow from his upper waist, and then taking a step back on rising, so that Eva might attend to the matter forthwith.

It was also pleasing to hear that Eva would gift wrap Bandit for him. Now there was an offer he could hardly refuse. How would he liked her wrapped? This would take a bit of thinking on his part. A low chuckle came from his lips as he had an idea that would be sure to have Hell talking for days.

“What about…I hold a banquet where you and your organisation do attend. Bringing the target of course. Presenting her on an open buffet table…covered in fruit.”

How Eva would respond to this sort of request…was going to be interesting.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva took the second bow as a sign of respect, and couldn’t help but smile upon hearing him chuckle. Raul truly was an interesting character, to say the least. His clear enjoyment over her gift wrap suggestion was a refreshing change of pace over the boring and stingy clients she normally dealt with. His new request was even more grand than a standard gift wrapping, and sounded more like something you’d see in weird movie. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.“Fantasticheskaya!” (Fantastic) It was definitely one of, if not the most strange request she had ever been given. That meant that it was new and interesting, which gave her new found motivation. Eva stood up and stepped over to the front of the desk, taking the collar into her hands along the way. “I can’t say no to such a unique request…I imagine my boys would find it delightful.” Her boys was a reference to the members of the Division, her soldiers. She knew that something like that would be entertaining and enjoyable, and would likely help lighten their moods. Stress relief was an important factor of maintaining an army, and it was rather tricky to successfully pull off.

 

Razorbackwriter:  If it was stress relief that Eva’s men needed from time to time, the boss of Anarchy Division was about to find out that the Warlock could offer her and her men so much more than just payment in cash and jewels. You see, he ran a very exclusive house within the walls of the Kingdom of Lust. Called the House of Red Velvet, it was a den of debauchery and sin. All your earthly and other dark pleasures and desires could be fulfilled from any of his slaves or concubines.

As Eva was about to pass the Warlock, he produced another card that happened to be a deep blood red colour. The card floated down and into Eva’s hand. Another one of the Warlock’s tricks. “My card. You will find the address of my House on the back. If this job goes well, we can have you all attend the banquet and your men are free to use…whatever takes their fancy. On the house, of course.”

It seemed that Raul was very generous to those that were able to serve his needs. What with being part of the Lust kingdom, there may even be the chance of new jobs at Raul’s referencing. This was sure to be a very strong business partnership.

“Forgive me, but…I still don’t know your name, Madame.”

The Warlock stood regally, again showing respect towards the owner of the organisation. He felt parting without addressing her properly to be insensitive.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was always thinking of what might do her soldiers good, as the morale of the members of the Division was extremely important. It was a simple fact that the more mentally stable you were, the better you performed. Brothels usually did the trick, as well as catering special food and drinks. When the card was produced and she was given the rather generous offer, she smiled once again. The pay for the job was impressive, and on top of that her soldiers would be treated? She wasn’t going to complain, that much was certain. Eva had begun to step towards the exit of the room, clearly eager to get started on her job. She would come to a stop however, when Raul mentioned not being given her name. Her body turned back towards him as she placed the card with the one from earlier. She twirled the collar around one of her fingers, placing a hand on her hip while she gave him a confident look. “Eva Leskov…I have many nicknames, but only a select few of my soldiers use them.” She really didn’t care what people called her, whether it was something like Big Boss or even something like Fry Face. There was little need for her to be concerned over such trivial things, although…nobody that had called her Fry Face was ever heard from again.

Razorbackwriter:  “An enchanting name for a beautiful woman.” Raul said politely. The way in which he spoke had a dark almost alluring way about it. The kind of voice that you just want to sit and listen to. “I thank you for your time.” This was the moment that Raul would take his leave, turning to get the door for Eva so that she might leave first. “After you, Eva.”

Watching her, he stood without moving till she had made her way through then he intended to follow her out and head for the exit. His work here was done, and now he intended to head back to the House of Red Velvet to make way for his….newest attraction. No doubt Eva would be swift in her endeavors, and he had no reason to doubt her talents.

His sandled feet made barely a sound as he walked out the door and off into the night.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva went ahead and took the compliment without complaint, finding no reason to object to what he had said. After the incident that left a great deal of her body scarred, she grew to hate people speaking about her appearance. Of course, it was only a phase and quickly passed. There was never a moment since then that she felt insecure about her looks, in fact she grew to like her scars. It made one stand out in a crowd, and could be used in intimidation. Regardless of all that, she smiled at Raul as she walked away from him. He had handled their discussion with good manners and respect, not to mention money and incentive. She had told him she would start immediately, and she had meant it. Eva gathered a few things that she figured she may need, and then made her way towards the exit. Before she left she informed one of her highest ranks what she would be doing, as well as the benefits it came with. He was then told to spread the word among the other members. Eva then left the building, now in search of her target.

 

 

 

 

Tainted Love – SS.

A continuation from “Rough Dominance” – https://razorbackwriteraus.wordpress.com/2014/12/20/rough-dominance-gs/

This post contains graphic sexual content.  Reader discretion is advised.

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

 

Artie:  A gasp of feelings Bandit couldn’t quite place… though she did not feel more violated than when her nether regions were free to the air, the cold swirling around her heated body and womanhood. “No!” But she would shudder, the feel of his relatively warm digits against the nub of nerves that hid so cleverly in her mound causing her back to arch. “Gnnn…!” Again her hands would desperately claw at his skin, trying to make markings on him while the rest of her body went limp in his embrace..

Oh, but you do!

“No, I don’t!” The words struck her, but not as much as the slightly numbing feel as she would collide with the bin. The cold came as a shock to her stomach, the wind knocked from her breath.. as though she would have time to recollect herself before the warlock freed her behind from her clothing that was meant to keep it all together, her curves exposed to the one she did not want to see the most.. A cry of pain ripped through her lips as his nails gripped and engraved into her sensitive skin, another of pleasure and pain following the loud smacking noise that came from his slap to her skin, his degrading of her body.. Surely, a hand mark would remain.. but she hated how he could feel her reaction and see them, the tensing of her muscles against his fingers as he hit her, his hand returning to her identity..

Though none would make her panic more than the feel of his length against her skin, the friction of his newly revealed self causing her body to thrash a bit.. though she would wince against the metal that pressed deeply into her skin at the quick movement. “Don’t! ..Don’t!” It was a plea, her thighs squeezing together tightly and thus restricting the movement of his hand, her hips moving forwards to make it more difficult for him to enter her from behind, as though hiding..

Her arms slowly moved to be under her, pressing against the bin as she began to lift herself to be standing against his strong body. The thief willed herself, swallowing hard as her lower muscles clenched around his fingers, surprisingly tight even around only his digits.. but at her tightening clench of thighs, wetness began to drip down them, pushed from her mound and finding an escape.. Her cheeks flushed red, her jaw locking while whimpers attempted to push through, the blood from his bite had begun to drip down her chest..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  The alley was now the scene of a shocking attack upon Bandit, that in Raul’s mind was long over due. Years he had waited for this moment, and while his instincts pressured him to take what he had come for without any care for her, he started to listen to the way she cried for him to stop. Over and over she pleaded with him not to do what she knew he would. Her inner muscles forcing the rippled flesh of her inner womanhood to squeeze against his fingers – practically pulsating. With the slick release of her juices, Raul could feel and sense that her body craved the attention. Using his left knee, he forced her legs to part as she struggled to keep them closed. With her bent over the industrial bin, and her ass truly exposed, Raul made his earlier threat a reality. He whipped his fingers out from her, each digit covered in her dew and moved it to grip onto her breast, while his other hand snatched a large section of her hair. Reefing her head back so her back was now arching and presenting her buttocks to him ready for mounting, he let out a roar of triumph.

He bent his knees slightly to line up the glistening head of his throbbing length to her puckered hole, and spat down on the top of her cheek so the saliva would seep down and act as lubricant for the next act in this ritual like taking of her body. Bandit’s writhing form only made him all the more excited as she tried to buck and fight, till at last she made a whimpering sound through gritted teeth. It was unmistakable. Too good to be true.

Without warning Raul thrust his girth into her tiny hole, stretching her insanely. There was to be pain. Excruciating pain, which would make her scream his name. Anything that came out of her mouth was sheer music to this twisted sadist of a man. Tugging her hair tight and pulling it back so it stung at her scalp, it was almost as though Raul was set to ride her into the metal bin.

Raul thrust in deep and then held himself in there as though to ensure this moment would be forever etched in her memory. Skin against skin, heat against heat. It was then he growled words to truly enrage her….or make her his own.

“Beg for more….my sweet little whore.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  No, no, no.. The legs that she had tried to keep clamped shut were spread apart, her hair gripped and head forced back.. Much like a panicked horse, her quick and hard breath as her chest would follow along.. her widened eyes that saw but did not see.. A spitting noise then a terrible feeling against her behind, a groan of both discontent and disgust coming freely through her lips… but nothing could have prepared her for the next act he would do, nothing had been said to give her the time to brace for such..

Immediately searing pain shot through her back entrance, a wild cry and scream mixed into one constricting her airways as it flung itself from her lips and into the air.. The pain trailed up her spine, even, her body giving a shudder as she appempted to buck him away.. but this did not work, his grip on her sandy tresses far too tight, her leash too short, to allow any sort of leeway. “No! Fuck!” Hips clashed against skin as the warlock pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, her own self not large enough to fully take in his length. So instead she would grip at the bin, her nails dragging against the metal..

Bandit was bleeding, she knew it.. the sensitive skin around her had likely torn as he’d forced his way into her, the stinging pain along with the dull throb enough to convince her of such.. Tears sprung to her eyes yet she did not cry.. This was merely a reaction to the pain, a natural one that she hated having.. But she did not cry. Instead she growled under her breath in pain, like a cat in heat as it gives a warning noise..

…my sweet little whore..

“You prick! I am not.. your anything!” Her features twisted into that of anger and hatred, trembles of both rage and pleasure rocking her body a bit underneath the male figure.. A hand would move then, gripping at his own on her breast as her nails would dig into the back of his hand, a frustrated cry coming from her lips as she clawed, despite being unable to see.. As if reminded of this she would attempt to jerk her head away from him, greeted by a forceful tug in retaliation that caused tears to spring to her eyes.. adding to those in his initial entrance thrust. “I will… I’ll kill you..” Her sex was practically dripping, the warmth of the liquid moving down her thighs more..

Oh, how her body told her that she was enjoying this while her mind wanted it to stop, the emotions of past overpowering.. You want this, you slut. That’s why you’re still letting him do this.. No, I can’t break free.. Don’t lie to yourself.. Feel your heartbeat.. Feel your quick breaths.. Note the pound of your chest as it constricts in anticipation.. the tensing of yourself around his member in you, the warmth of the thick liquid you give.. You want this.. No one owns me.. Especially not him.. Please.. not him.. Moan like the whore he wants you to be. You’re dying to.. At this her lips parted, but no sound came out, instead a quiet whimper that carried pain and struggle in its tone..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Bandit was by definition, the sweetest of all Raul’s conquests. She was like a Thoroughbred, bucking and snorting angrily as he set to break her in. This was what it was all about. The gripping of the hair and the way he had come up from behind, after teasing her so mercilessly from the front. A stinging attack that would leave her gasping, but at the same time only heighten his arousal to the point that he himself was becoming lost to her as she screamed obscenities at him. Bandit was so insanely tight, that it actually was painful for Raul to be in so far, but that made it all the sweeter. As Bandit tried to jerk her head away and the very hair that he had wound around his fingers was being pulled to the extreme, Raul changed tact, withdrawing himself fully from her bleeding buttocks. The fine crimson liquid now coating his proud and erect member, that he now wanted to force into her waiting wet sex. With an unnatural grunt of exertion, he picked her up from around her stomach, so that her gripping on the metal bin would hold her up slightly. Bandit tried to claw at the hand that was attached to her breast, but it was like a kitten scratching a lion. His strength building with the burst of testosterone now flooding his veins.

The little thief was incredibly light to pick up and now the Warlock had her positioned so that he may claim her and do what he intended. Fill her with his seed.

“I wish to die a small death within you….so you will get your wish.”

A loud growl and he forced himself into her waiting wetness, the lips parting to accommodate him as easily as a warm velvet glove. Her muscles surely would clamp down in protest as she spun out of control in a delirious sensation. Fighting her inner demon and bringing forth the tainted slut he knew was waiting. Any hip movement or bucking would be welcomed, as Raul tightened his grip on her hair.

~Pound pound pound~

Her body would be thrust forward and back as the Warlock began to take what he believed was rightfully his. His sweet thief. She was no longer screaming, but whimpering.

Raul had her and now he planned to abuse her till he was spent. His thickened girth spreading her insides as it delved hard into her womb. The Warlock bowed down and covered her back, his hot breath searing her skin below.

~RB~

 

Artie:  Sickening. The feeling was sickening sweet, sickeningly terrifying.. “No! I won’t!” As if she had a choice in the matter, his member releasing itself from her only to thrust into the awaiting wetness.. as though it was his to begin with.. A noise of her juices parting ways around his member was heard, followed by a quick whimper of her own.. “Uhnn-nnhnn..” The thief would grip at the metallic, finding it unforgiving to her nails.. “No.. no..” The words in themselves were moans of beckoning, her brows furrowing as her eyes squeezed shut.. Was she softening to him? No.. she could not.

“P-please..” Though the word was a beg.. for what? Him to let her go or to go harder? Moments ago, the answer would have been clear.. now it was a muddled meaning.. mixed emotions.. The thief felt her breasts move and bounce with each thrust, creating a slight noise against the bin as the cold would sear her skin only to leave it.. Was she enjoying herself? No, you mustn’t.. Oh, but you must, you dirty, dirty.. little.. slut..

The light woman found herself stretching around him – even now pain seared up her very core.. oh, she hadn’t been screwed in so long, and it showed.. No man had touched this holy grail in time, none had succeeded in doing so.. Perhaps, if she had been more freeing with her body, she would not have been so responsive. The one thing that made her special to Raul was her undoing, her back arching against the heat that suddenly came to it..

Fight back! As if jerking a bit, Bandit’s leg would kick back, hitting him quite forcefully in the shin once more.. a feeble attempt, but only one she could muster, as her body bucked under him in protest, her stomach pushing against his arm in an attempt to have him release her.. “Let me.. go! Stop!” Pants had begun to show themselves as a burning started in her core.. so unconditioned.. she would be within orgasm’s grasp in moments if he continued.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There it was. The word that rang through the sounds of their skins slapping hard against each other. ~Please~ Raul certainly didn’t expect it, but all the same it made the game much more interesting. For every time she had said no, there was this inner cry of YES! Raul had plied her and stripped her bare, taken her in a fashion that showed no respect or care. But the Warlock was a devious soul. Raul knew she was suffering from mixed emotions and feelings, as she kicked back hard in a last ditch effort to show she still had a fighters spirit. He wanted the pain..he grew harder from it. Like snapping him back to reality with the force of her foot to his shin. But instead of buckling, this was when the Warlock changed direction again. He had been treating her like a rag doll. Taking her so she could not see his face to spit on….to stare into those eyes of his as he bared his teeth and smiled at her. All she could do, was see, feel, smell and react.

“Let me.. go! Stop!”

“My sweet whore…you will weep tears of joy!”

He took his hand from her breast, which had been scratched to bleeding by her own and moved it back down to her lower region which was heated and swollen from arousal. His fingers worked into the space between her lacquered lips, ripe with dew and he started to tease her sweet pea nub. The idea….she would react as any woman would when being pleasured both externally and internally. Oh he still had her gripped by the hair, but his fingers worked to bring her to a glorious crescendo. She would shed tears….a woman’s release after years of feeling nothing…..

Combining hypnotic hip movements that matched the pace of his fingers teasing, it would be a few moments before she finally caved and surrendered…..

~RB~

 

 

Artie:  Bandit’s head would have throw itself back, working with the pull of his hand now.. “I’m going to–” In his grip she would buck, her eyes fluttering closed and opened quite rapidly as the heat began to intensify.. burning her core as it came from her legs and then her thighs, bursting out of her in an orgasm so intense her whole form shook despite his pin… and stillness. Complete silence, save the noise of his thrusts.. Her body tensed as it reared for the climax, her toes curling and her breath hitching.. all movement in her chest paused.. This. This was the true face of ecstasy, the feeling in its rawest form as her lips would part for the silence..

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!” The cry ripped through her lips after the hitch of her breath, her body immediately springing to life.. Even his grip could not hold her still as she pushed against his body, attempting to move away at the absolute of the feeling, the overriding intensity of the pleasure that took her in waves.. “Please! Please! I can’t.. It’s.. Nnnnn!” Too much. Her body thrashed against him, her nub sore at the rubbing he gave it.. The muscles of her womanhood clenched around him, as though begging him to release into her, prodding at his member and trying to give it the final push that would ensure what they were intended for.. the continuation of their kind.. But her arms moved wildly as she kicked at him, pushing at his arms and trying to move him back.. out of her..

A spurt of liquids had moved around his member at the complete.. fervor.. or her newest undoing. “Stop! Stop!” Though now she begged not because she did not want him, but because it was too much for the somewhat virgin woman to bear.. Would he continue and push her body’s responding limits, holding her still.. or would he give the releasing cool down that would surely lessen her reactions?

 

Razorbackwriter:  A gift unlike any other was to feel and experience the richness and fulfillment of Bandit’s climax. Raul had taken her to a new height from which she would have a dizzying descent. Her words, her mind spoke of how she would kill, but her body. it craved the attention, practically going into a primal frenzy that had her inner walls lock onto the Warlock’s length as it continued to tease her. The heat between them building, and Raul took in the moment that Bandit stopped making noise. All there was was the physical slapping of flesh. If anything, he was so very proud of her. He even loosened his grip on her golden hair, just so he could savor this all the more. In the midst of the wildness, there was an oasis where they moved in a dance as old as time itself.

Raul wanted to feel it all. No longer content with hunching over her. He knew that the feelings she would have would make her entire body react, and this was something he wanted to experience. As she pushed against his body, she was then gripped harshly, as his fingers slid out from between her mound and helped to bring her back up so that it rest to his own, while he still had himself deep inside of her.

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!”

She thrashed, kicked but to no avail. The spurt of her own liquids coupled with the fierce locking down on his member caused him to erupt in a way that was like the release of a geyser into her womb. As she was screaming for him to stop, his own release no doubt would cause another reaction in her. Thick, pulsating jets oozed in and filled her. His digits digging into her flesh as he made sure she could not escape his clutches. His chest heaved then he held his breath before crying out her name….her real name.

“BEATRIX! My only!”

She would not be able to see his face, but if she had….she would have been deeply shocked. The Warlock spasmed as he met her climax head on with his own. Their legs now coated with each other’s juices, as he continued to restrain her. The Warlock growled with a feeling of satisfaction….and contentment. There was no longer any doubt. She belonged to him.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “N-noh..” The plea was halfhearted, her eyes fluttering a bit as waves of exhaustion rolled over her. The thief would pull on his arms, attempting to remove him.. but she held no energy. Even now her legs were limp.. If not for him holding her up, she would have surely fallen to the ground, the limbs of her legs no more than jello now.. Her muscles limp against him. Her shoulders slouched, her eyes struggling to stay open as they felt increasingly heavy..

“I am.. not yours..” Though her whole body was pressed into him, not exactly solidifying her case.. As if you have a choice? But you do, and you’re not taking it.. slave.. A growl, the thief pushing against Raul’s hands in a sudden burst of force.. He would let her go or she broke through his arms, either way.. Almost instantly she crumpled to the ground on all fours, shivering and shaking.. Another attempt to stand was met with another fall, her lips parting in a soft cry.. “Don’t.. Don’t touch me.” The thief would crawl for a moment and then stop, feeling completely.. and utterly.. pathetic..

She would pause, sitting and leaning against the wall behind her. Her head would rest against her shoulder as the weight of his act rested on her, one arm wrapping around her breasts to hide them as the other did the same for her soaked womanhood.. A look of disgust normally would come to her face, but instead shame took hold.

“You.. You did this..” Exposed. Her womanhood still throbbed in need as if begging for more, despite its previous release.. Her arms now covered, but her breasts were perked in arousal.. The once fiery thief appeared to be coming under a sort of stupor, appearing so much more fragile than beforehand.. The bloody mark of his bite not helping such..

 

Razorbackwriter:  Even after all that had happened between them, Bandit still had that last bout of energy to push herself away from the Warlock and land on the floor haphazardly. Like an animal on all fours, leaking from her sex into a puddle on the ground – her hair wild and her cheeks tainted with a red blush. A soft cry and she crawled from where the Warlock stood, her voice shaking as much as her body did. She didn’t want to be touched. Bandit felt dirty and used. The Warlock cocked his head slightly, before taking out a large square of cloth from his pocket and started to clean himself down slowly – wiping away any excess off his slightly flaccid member. Shame and disgust were etched upon Bandit’s face as she accused Raul of doing all this to her. But what she could not hide with her hands and arms was that she was still very much aroused by his attentions.

Raul crouched down so that they were eye level, his gaze penetrating as he said simply.

“I did what you needed…and still need.” Raul was being frank and to the point. He looked her over before deciding on how to deal with her now. To have her laying in her own excretions. There was no way he was going to simply let her lay there for the rest of the night. Bandit appeared to be losing her fire, being replaced with more of that drunken stupor. Raul snapped his fingers and spoke an incantation which caused a light breeze to pick up around them. Swirling papers and rubbish was soon replaced with what was a flying carpet. Gently he picked up the girl and lay her down upon the large mat, that easily supported her as though she weighed nothing at all. Raul fixed himself and was once again respectable, before joining her on the mat. He whispered the directions for where they were to go, and soon the carpet was flying off up and out of the alley to a destination of his choosing.

As he lay down beside her, he brought the girl into his arms, so that she was being spooned by him in a means of comfort and to help her go to sleep.

~RB~

 

 

 

Rough Dominance – SS

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

(Brutal sex scene – reader discretion is advised)

 

Artie:  The blonde felt her skin perk with goosebumps at his words and whistle… but at the same time his words prompted a sort of fear only he could bring to the front of her mind.. The chill went from her core to her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily wrap one arm protectively around her breasts.. despite her full covering she still felt exposed. His tone gave her the feeling that he saw through her clothing, to the soft flesh underneath.. He’d only ever forcefully exposed her bosom to his greedy eyes, the rest remained hidden from his view and the thief felt such was best.. Slowly she would increase her own pace, the heat of the moment beginning to sober her, yet at the same time it kept her drunk and under. “Fuck that!” Her voice had risen in pitch — was that how she sounded when in ecstasy? The warlock could only ponder..

The fall of her chest picked up as did his pace, her own feet fumbling to move faster.. It was difficult to remain balance as one hand clutched the bottle of liquid that made her in such stupor.. the other hugging to her chest.. Even now she was dressed in such clothing that held everything in, but her increased voluptuousness also created an effect.. So surely, if all was released, she’d be much more appealing than now.. despite already appearing so. “Go away, you.. you.. fuck!” She’d gotten frustrated, increasing her pace and thus the loudness of her strides..

And then strong arms wrapped around her body, encasing her. At this the girl’s feet would kick upwards, heat bursting from her core at the physical touch while her mind screamed in agony with the yell of fright from her lips.. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Her hand would bring back the bottle over his head – she was unsure if she’d hit him, or if it flew over him.. But either way, she heard the shatter of her only defense…

Her leg would attempt to kick back, aiming to hit him hard in the shin. This was done merely to get a few hits in – from his strong grasp she knew that her continuous squirming would do little good.. Her heart beat furiously, excited and scared all at the same time as her chest moved in reaction as such. “Son of a bitch! Bastard!” Random profanities ripped from her lips, her expression that of a snarl as she could feel her clothing tightening against her form.. Her hands clawed for his arms, attempting to leave deep scratches on his forearms.

All thought of his pleasure was forgotten as she fought his will.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~ Come into these arms again….and lay your body down~

Such a rawness to her voice. Though tainted by the drink, there was a hidden message within her words. Bandit’s pitch a dead giveaway. She could not hide the excitement she felt if she dared. It was what made her all the more exotic in his mind. How could Bandit have forgotten so easily that it was her fighting spirit that made him heady and almost slick from rising passion. Already he was releasing a dribble of pre that stained his pants, though in this lack of light she would not be able to see. Like a viper, the Warlock’s arm shot out and then enveloped Bandit from behind. She was slow due to her alcoholic fueled stupor and this made it all the more entertaining. In a filth laden alley, with the woman that he had hunted for so long being nothing more than a sad drunk. Oh but she still had that bite. Her words filled with venom and malice. It was only when he dug his clawed digits into the succulent mounds of her breasts that were now stretching the very fabric of her top did the Warlock howl long and loud as he went in for the kill.

Her struggles were foreplay, her scratching and snarling were that of a temptress…a tease. His thickening member twitched and slapped at her ass from within the confines of his pants. Her legs kicked outward, but this only made her rounded buttocks press back to his hips. It was almost like she was bouncing and Raul reveled in the actions. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She screamed, and this would only heighten his need to dominate her. “Too…Nmmph….late.” He was doing more than touch her. His other arm coming around, to find a way to slide his fingers between her legs. The tearing sound of her shirt would come as they struggled with each other. Raul trying to force her to one of the industrial bins., so he could bend her over. Bandit got a few good kicks in to his shins, but this was met with delicious growls as a reward.“Son of a bitch! Bastard!” She screamed, as she scratched into his forearms, drawing blood.

“YES!…MARK ME!..MAKE ME BLEED…AND I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!” Raul’s voice rich and thick with want, as he bit down on her neck with a ferocity that would leave her reeling.

~RB~

Artie:  “No.. no!” Rrrriipp! The tear of her fabric that shielded her from his view was the sound of the beginnings of defeat.. All that stood between him and the sensitivity of her chest was the bra that held her full bounce in.. Yet he had already made it clear that he could take the fabric and rid her of it in haste. Yet.. her heart beat in desire, her legs squeezing together in protest of him but at the same time her womanhood tensed in ready anticipation. The contradictory feel of mind and body was overwhelming, her drunken brain buzzing with an attempt to make sense of what was happening. The grunts of her struggle reflected back at the thief, the female’s feet dragging along the ground to dig in her heels.. She was not making it easy for him to drag her to such terrible confinement, where he would truly be able to dominate her. “Fuck! No!” The words burst from her in loud cries, distress clear in her voice while the higher pitch gave away her excitement.. If she had been sober, such pleasure would not be heard..

The warlock’s next words caused her to stiffen, her whole body tensing at the action that followed.. It was surprising that she did not go limp, instead her body going to a complete lockdown mode when his teeth dug into the sensitive fleck of her neck.. Until, of course, her body immediately followed with an involuntary reaction. Her chest constricted, her lips parting as a cry resounded from her core. It started low in pitch but was soon high, her eyes fluttering at the intense pain and yet pleasure that came from it..

Her voice would end in a breathless tone, as though she had realized her noise finally and immediately cut it off, replacing it with a gasp. The sound had echoed around her, a redness coming over her cheeks as a breathlessness settled in. And dread. Dread coursed through her veins, knowing now that the growing need in her lower regions would be recognized through the terrible noise she had uttered..

“I… I don’t want..!” Though they had nearly reached the bins now, her stiff moment giving him quite a bit of leverage to drag her: but it was now that she dug in her heels harder, squeezing her thighs shut against his fingers that attempted to prod.. A sob racked her lips in the complete fear she held for herself, yet at the same time she wanted to laugh in lust..

 

Razorbackwriter:  The fight that Bandit put up only brought about rapture from the Warlock. His every pore taking in her released pheromones for she was clearly excited as she was terrified. The sharp razor edge of his nails now tearing not only the fabric of her shirt, but moving now to rip her bra to shreds. Lust had risen – eyes a shocking shade of red with a tinge of green stared at the woman’s neck as he withdrew from the fevered bite. Yes! He had once again made his claim in the way of a mark that bled such sweet droplets of her crimson stain. Hungrily he lapped at her flesh – panting as he did so. Fingers…hands moving fast and Bandit gave up a terrific fight of resistance. Her cries however betrayed her. High pitch and riddled with an aching need for more. It was what Raul knew of Bandit all along. As much as she would hate to ever admit it, the girl needed a firm hand – a strong Master to bring her to new and dizzying heights of unadulterated bliss. The heat she was now radiating was such her cheeks were aflame. Raul could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her peaked bosom, now swollen to fit perfectly into the clasp of his large hands.

Raul’s fingers probed through the cloth that separated him from her inner jewel. The sweet nub and luscious lips that he craved to delve and wallow in. A sob escaped Bandit’s lips and this was the moment of triumph. It spurred him to render her free of the tight pants that bared his way. “I… I don’t want..!” Even in the midst of the frenzied attack, her own body betrayed her words. Raul tore her panties free as though a rag, and his index finger and middle fingers slipped into the juicy folds that were waiting for him. Hot…lush…ripe. Bandit must truly be aching for him as he was now busting out of his own pants – the need to finish her so strong.

“Oh…but you do!” Raul cried out with her blood upon his lips. The Warlock slammed her hard against the bin, so her breasts were pushed to just hang over the side. His bulk pressed to her buttocks as he pinned her to the cold metal. Being of a larger frame, he towered over her. His lips brushing the back of her head, sniffing her sweet scent -ready to truly own her. One hand locked upon her right breast, with nails piercing her flesh – whilst he tore the last of the fabric to expose her bare rump. His hand striking it hard, before he released himself from the confine of his pants. Engorged and glistening, Raul began to rub his slick self between the crack of her arse, while his fingers violently began to pump into her dripping opening.

~RB~