Evil, Lustful, Hungry Dwarfs

[EvilDoktor]

OOC looking for furturistic space adventuress/damsel-in-distress hot on the heels (stiletto, of course) of her sister in adventure, who'd disappeared and lost while searching for the Third Moon of Tibrus in the Fourth Cluster.

Meanwhile, the little evil dwarfs lived in subterrainion Tibrus caverns, keeping out of sight of their enemies, and keeping alive by feeding - evilly and orally - on the vaginal secretions of captive female humanoids, the kind not unlike our heroine and her sister in adventure. These little dwarfs discovered very early on that the female humans would not voluntarily provide for them, but had to be chased down, made captive, and restrained. After that, they could be made to produce plentifully if certain things were done to them, such as stimulation of their bodies by various means, never mind their screams and moans, and they tended to produce more secretions when they were loudest.

Even as the captives, kept in the deep dark, dwarf caverns cried out in tortured desperation, our adventuress remains blissfully unaware of what had happened to her sister in adventure, but that she must be found. To that end (and other ends) she is willing and ready!

Muhahahahhaha!

 

[sonali00783]

OOC can i play your sisters role?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

 

[pervyLexxi]

Duty Officer Amanda Kaye

The second communication monitor to Candace's left crackled into statics before the face of the long-range duty officer appeared.
"Good morning, Candace" She intoned, with the artificial smile so often put on by duty officers throughout the galaxy, only this time, there was a mysterious glint in her eyes, vaguely unsettling.
"Standard protocol for long range missions requires that we implement the preparatory procedures. You are not required to take any actions unless instructed. The procedures will be controlled from here. This is for the girl's safety. Thank you"

That was delivered with a relish that indicated enjoyment.

"Preparatory process commence. Check!".

A mechanical whirl accompanied the tightening of the safety straps across the girl's body, holding her pelvis and middrift to the seat. Metallic cuffs extended from the armrests to close over her wrists. The headrest and back of the chair tilted back even more, and her footrest tilted upward until you find herself reclining close to the horizontal. Two more cuffs locked over her ankles.

Looking up, Candace saw the familiar semi dome oftentimes referred to as "the chanderlier", a mysterious device whose purpose was never fully known. It was a chrome plated hemisphere, with the round side down. It now descended slowly, with her reflection shown and distorted in the silvery surface as it came nearer and nearer. A long, thin, folding robotic arm extended from the hemisphere and reached down to her throat. The magnetic tip connected with the zipper tab on the front of her uniform. The arm traversed down the length of the girl's torso, pulling the zipper tab with it, opening up the front of her uniform. Two more arms materialized with a flourish of electronic whining. The pronged tips took the opened flaps of the uniform, peeled and folded them neatly open, exposing what's underneath.

On the monitor, Candace could see Amanda running the tip of her tongue slowly along her lips, her eyes somehow connecting with yours across the emptiness of space. Just below the monitor, a metallic flap popped, revealing a number of unknown devices.

"This should not take long - in galactic terms" Amanda said, a mysterious grin passed briefly across her face.

The space ship veered sharply and accelerated with a forceful abruptness that kept Candace pinned to her horizontal chair by the increased G-force, even without the straps and cuffs.

"Now, Candace......." intoned Amanda, "Let's begin."