Asylum (Open)

Fear.

Fear and pain broke through Tiffany's veil of lust, if only breifly. The thing that had attacked her...left a neat gash on her inner thigh....and for the moment that was all she could think of......

It took her a moment to realize that the doctor had wheeled her out of that scary place....and yet another moment to realize the doctor was bandaging her.....

His touch....his hands on her inner thigh.......that brought her lusts out again....she smiled up at him..sitting up now that she was free.....not minding that the front of her dress was ripped to expose her full and heavy breasts....

She needed him...wanted him....
 
Doc

He saw her sit up, saw the fear in her eyes from the attack, from the disorientation of the rapid events.

But then he saw the lust return. He saw it in the eyes, in the heaving chest, in the ignoring of the pain.

He had wanted this girl ever since she started working here, but now, not knowing how she might react…he was as scared of her as he was wanting. Well almost.

“Tiffany,” he began, “It wasn’t my idea for it to happen to you like this..”
 
She moved closer to him, not saying a word but placing a finger on her lips and givng a soft 'shhhhhh'.

It didn't matter to her the past, of the sudden exposure and the injection...it didn't matter she was a spy....what mattered was that infront of her was a man....an intelligent man.....a man who could give her what her body so desperatly needed....

She guided one of his hands to her smooth belly....eyes closed..moaning...enjoying the touch of his hands on her....
 
Roberts

His hand on her belly, her finger on his lips…he’d never considered himself much a professional, but she was melting through his fear pretty rapidly.

Of course she is, we designed the damn drug to increase not only her sex drive, but her pheromone output as well….

He kissed the finger at his lips, and stepped closer to her, his body between her legs. His hands moved to her luscious breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples.

"Oh hell, you’re just too fucking hot! "

He leaned into kiss her, as his hands roamed her body.
 
Tiffany shivered as the doctor ran his thumbs agaisnt her overly sensitive nipples.....

She wrapped her legs around his midsection as he stepped closer...She pressed up agaisnt him...loving how her heavy breats pushed agaisnt him...on fire...her pussy was on fire and needed to be satisfied.....

Then he kissed her....she eagerly sucked agaisnt his tongue...then playfully bit his lower lip lightly....
 
Roberts

He fumbled hastily with his pants, trying to drop them as fast as he could. He ass was half off the table, her legs around him, and as he pushed his pants down finally, he was griped toward her by her perfect legs.

He slid inside her, and started thrusting in and out gently – but it seemed, she’d have none of that, as she started humping him faster then he thought possible.

“Ooooh yes, damn it this was a great experiment after all..” he muttered as his eyes rolled back into his head, enjoying nurse that had teased the halls for so long.
 
Stegral said:
the smell of the male is drawing me.... I drop to the floor to see how bad I hurt him in my rage.....

Marc winces from the pain. He swears under his breath, as he hears the gurney roll down the hallway. He reaches for his pants to maintain a shred of dignity. His cock becomes limp and cold in a sticky mess of secretions. Lieing on the cold concrete surface, and feels the breath of the creature above him. Raising his arm to protect himself, he grits his teeth. He says to the creature, "All right you bitch. I'm not going down without a fight. What do you want from me?"


Scribe.
 
It seemed to surprise Skye at first when the bouncing started, but after a short time, she was giggling and enjoying herself, very much a child in that moment. Of course, she was still an adult to a certain degree. The jingling of the keys didn't seem to have the same effect on her this time, instead the sound made her grin widely.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the harsh light, but forcing herself to look over at Jane, the woman who was bringing her comfort and fun. Her smile widened and soon she leaned over to place a tiny kiss on the woman's cheek.
 
Tiffany screamed with pleasure as the doc entered her. she kisses his cheek then nekc..tongue teasing his soft neck...nibbling lightly...moaing into his neck...mixed with whimpers as his hard fucking was stretching her faster than was comfortable...but she did not want to stop.....

She raised herself up, til her breasts were pressed agaisnt his chest...
 
scribe_m said:
Marc winces from the pain. He swears under his breath, as he hears the gurney roll down the hallway. He reaches for his pants to maintain a shred of dignity. His cock becomes limp and cold in a sticky mess of secretions. Lieing on the cold concrete surface, and feels the breath of the creature above him. Raising his arm to protect himself, he grits his teeth. He says to the creature, "All right you bitch. I'm not going down without a fight. What do you want from me?"
fear... I smell fear... anger, hate..... I push my cheeck against his arm, hoping this lone male will not see me as a threat... only showing my dominance & superiority against the younger, weaker other one... conflicting emotions..... lust, need, hunger, pity & so much more.... I wimper going from a lower pitch to a few tones higher... almost questioning....
He is weak..... look at him,,, cowering before you....He isn't a worthy mate for you .... as I begin to snarl, I bare my teeth & ready my hands to attack this worthless male...
 
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Greg heard the fight die away, but he could hear the jingle of keys. He moved a little and saw the source of the sound.

"It's the kitten girl and the violent one.." he said softly.

"hey! let me out!" one of his voices called out.

ooc: i've kinda been left out...
 
((If blacke doesn't post by tommorrow, I get the other half of the plot (that may indeed lead to you Auras) back underway by taking Blacke out in a manner that won't permenantly harm him))
 
Kitten's kiss on my cheek jolted me out of my playful mood. I shuddered slightly, glancing at her. No, control!

"hey! let me out!"

I glance up, past the Fight, and then down to Kitten. I don't know if she will enjoy this fun, but I need to do it or else ....

I stand, lifting her up by placing my hands under her arms. Placing one arm under her arms, grasping her tightly, and without entirely realising it resting my fingertips on her breast. I walk and pull her toward the door, the keys at the ready in my other hand.

More doors, more friends! What will poor little Kitten do, though?
 
Roberts

She had raised herself up, close enough for her breasts to rub against his chest. He grabbed her by the ass, and lifted her off the table, and walked a few steps to place her at the edge of his desk…a bit lower surface, so much the better for this work.

He leaned over her, throwing all his items to the floor to clear room, and continued his ‘treatment’ of her. She was the hottest thing he’d even known…and he’d had his share of girls at med school! He couldn’t control himself, and went at her like an animal himself.

Thrusting in, gripping her tits, pinching her nipples; it was al a blur. He’d forgotten where he was, what dire situations lay just beyond the door, that Simone was probably trying to kill him…Just this bombshell of a nurse, who had the misfortune (for her) of meeting Simone’s wicked side. (like there was another?)
 
wolfie attacks

OOC : Scribe... please read the revised last post of mine... pm me if you have any questions..
 
She let Jane lift her to her bare feet, legs still a bit shakey. Despite this, however, she gained control over her muscles and forced them to work properly. She'd been through pain to the extreme before... and she'd always been able to force her body to work through it. She'd do it now, because was Jane was there. She would stay near the woman who had shown her kindness.

She'd heard the man's voice yell to be let out and steeled herself against her initial reaction, which was to run and cower in the corner. Men... men frightened her. They hurt her... beat her... even the ones who sounded nice would come into her room to stick needles into her... they'd put her in that awful thing that made it hard to move her arms...

She shoved the thoughts away. No... it would be bad of me to break down now. The nice lady wants me with her. I'll go... She's nice. She's pretty. She'd right. Her arm found its way around Jane's waist and she held tight to her, staying close as they moved out into the hall.
 
God yesssss!!!!!!!


She thought as the doctor lifted her up and placed her on the desk. She writhed against him..arching so hard..bucking back so hard agianst him....she was cumming again and again....her pussy muscles were contracting around him.

Then his hands were on her breasts....tiffany let out a loud squeal of pleasure.....

She needed...craved his cum so bad it hurt....
 
Stegral said:
fear... I smell fear... anger, hate..... I push my cheeck against his arm, hoping this lone male will not see me as a threat... only showing my dominance & superiority against the younger, weaker other one... conflicting emotions..... lust, need, hunger, pity & so much more.... I wimper going from a lower pitch to a few tones higher... almost questioning....
He is weak..... look at him,,, cowering before you....He isn't a worthy mate for you .... as I begin to snarl, I bare my teeth & ready my hands to attack this worthless male...

Marc is befuddled. The creature that tore his back was now pressing its cheek against his arm and... not attacking him? He hears the noises it makes, and raises an eyebrow. Deathly afraid, yet unsure why, he lifts his arm and touches its cheek. Suddenly, the creature starts back. Marc is reminded of what is happening. His heart races, his pulse quickens. The mixture of fear and her pheremones arouses him. His sweat and his musk begin to rise from his heating body. His body tenses. He finds it ironic that, for his entire life, he has hated these things, and for the few seconds of his remaining life, he may finally understand them.


Scribe.
 
Greg smiled when he saw her finally pay attention to his yells. His smile faltered for a moment, though, when his "selves" remembered why she was here...
 
I grinned, supporting my Kitten in one arm, with the hand of the other trying keys on Loudmouth's door. Finally, one clicked, and his door opened.

I stepped back, careful to keep my self beteen him and Kitten.

You're welcome, I wanted to say. But, still I couldn't.
 
Greg stepped out, nodding to her.

"Thanks," one voice said.

"Yeah, thanks... You wouldn't be able to get this jacket off would you?" the other said.
 
I nod, and glance at Kitten.

I need this hand free.

Like she can hear my thoughts. Oh well. I kinda prop her up against the wall, and keeping myself between her and these new men (I shall call them loudmouth 1 and loudmouth2) I turn them around, and start to work on their straight-jacket's buckles. I'm getting pretty good at this! Pretty soon, they are free, and I grin at them. I also motion for Kitten to lean back into me, so we can return to the fun of opening doors!
 
Greg smiled at her, stretching.

"Thanks again..." the not-so-deep voice replied, taking over for now. "Feels so good to be free again!"

He could see cat-girl was afraid of him, so he decided to play nice and not do anything to threaten her. He looked back to Jane, he remembered, that was what they called her.

"Mind if I come along for your fun? Help get us out of here?" he asked, his "other self" staying quiet.
 
Like I'm gonna tell them no. Of course not because ... well, I've forgotten how.

No, I know how to keep them from following us, but I don't want to do that. Not unless I have to. Or ... receive orders to. Though, I don't know why I would receive orders to, or from whom, or even why that popped into my mind.
Little things pop back in from time to time, like the color of blue his face turned as I squeezed the life out of him with the garotte.

So I wait for Kitten, because the poor dear can't make it on her own. She needs me, and for some reason I am all too willing to play mommy to her. Oh well. It seems right, so I'll do it as long as she'll have me.
 
((Blacke has been granted enough time. Lotharian Patience Counter has run out.))

Lotharian growled and charged at the man again, ignoring the meek voice he heard and the screaming coming from Edward in his head. The guard was about to shoot with the stun gun when he made a quick dive to the side, casing the electric prongs of the stun gun to go wide. Lotharian then quickly slammed into the man, forcing him against the wall.

Then he did it again.

And again.

As hard as he could until the man stopped struggling. He wasn't dead, but he would be feeling that one for a while yet. Lotharian looked about the room in frustration. He was in a new cell and still in his straight jacket.

He than saw a woman standing in the door way, or, at least, what seemed like one if not for the odd lump he noticed. He looked at her sternly.

"You. Jacket. NOW." Lotharian commanded, his voice fierce and gruff as if adding to it's importance.
 
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