Reluctance/down right rape

leopardlover

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OOC: Hey all. Im looking for a female to take me. Any which way she wishes. Was thinking starting with me tied to a bed. Or ending up there somehow. But I could be walking down a street...Up to you. And it can be multiple females as well. Up to you. Here I am.

Donny

18
5'5"
185 pounds
Caucasian
Grey eyes
Blonde Hair
Straight but with a thing for women with strap ons as well


Well, if any are interested, set the scene. :)
 
OOC:

Noelia

Appears 25
5'6"
145 lbs
Light brown skin
Mixed Hispanic and Caucasian features
Dark brown eyes
Curly black shoulder length hair
Bi.


IC:

I see him walk out of the club. He is drunk. He isn't paying attention to his surroundings, and that suits me just fine. He would pay. Pay for every time an innocent woman got taken. Oh sure, he was innocent, right? Sure. That never stopped the men, did it?

He was an inch shorter, maybe 40 pounds heavier than I was. He was a white boy with blond hair, which was even better.

I waited until he went past me, and then stepped out of the shadows behind him. I wore a black minidress, black high heels, and a big leather handbag. I pulled something from this handbag, and approached him. It would take just a quick touch, and he would be subdued, to go back to my lair.

I hoped Ciara would get her call. This one was going to be too fun for her to miss out on. And maybe some of my other friends would drop by too.
 
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He walks towards a nearby bench, needing a breather from the partying. He stumbles over a rock, but manges to catch himself before he falls, though barely. Having gotten into the club with a fake ID, he has been drinking and dancing the past couple of hours. The first time he has ever even got drunk or done anything like that. The friends that invited him still inside, still drinking and partying. He slowly turns around to see what made the noise and in his drunken state whistles softly.

"Hi. Can I help you somehow?"

He never sees what she draws from her purse, focusing on her face. He is trying to think straight, to be polite like his parents always taught him and not stare at her, let alone at her breasts or lower.

"Im a bit...off kilter at the moment sho I am not sure how well I can help..."

His speech is slurred, but quite understandable. He looks just what he is, dressed in casual clothers, a pair of brown khakis, light blue short sleeve shirt and black sneakers. He looks very naive, innocent, not sure how to take this killer looking woman in front of him, having thoughts run through his minds he has hardly ever felt before. He is a virgin, brought up to believe in sex at marriage only, in a home where is masturbation is frowned on.
 
ganging up

OOC:
Ciara

Appears 20
Bronze skin which shimmers unnaturally
Jade green eyes
African/Hispanic background
5'7

IC:

It seemed rather ridiculous to me that Noelia would have called me, instead of just sending mental messages as we normally did. But it was a new age now, new technologies cancel out the ways of the past.

She had found a victim, a white boy with blond hair she had said with no great attempt to hide the lust and craving in her voice. Instead of going out to find my own little pawn for the night, I stayed in the lair, preparing myself for the treat Noelia was about to bring home.

Noelia was the bad girl in black, the demon with the whip. I was the angel of mercy in pure white, comforting the victim and gaining his trust before doing a little torture of my own. It was a partnership that worked well for us.

And so, I dressed, flowing white gown with a low cut neck that barely contained my breasts. Diamonds around my neck glittered against my skin, and white eye shadow to top it all off. Many who had seen me thought I would rescue them, thought of me as their angel, only to find out that I was a demon in disguise. But that was the price they paid for falling into our trap. And now there was fresh meat coming to the lair. I licked my lips in anticipation and waited for Noelia's return.
 
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(OOC: nice :D)

I smile at him, and wordlessly press something against his neck. There is a slight sting there, and within a few seconds he can feel a harsh burning pain flowing from his neck up and down his body, spreading with his flow of blood. Where the pain starts, shortly thereafter is numbness.

In a few moments, he will be unconscious and I can do with him as I will.
 
OOC: ooo. two o my favorites. N Aaliyah, post in The Beach demn it. Im stalled til you do. :p


IC: Donny convulses as fire burns through his veins, the alcohol dulling it far too little before he collapses, a look of confused pain on his face. He never should have come...But he wanted to for his birthday. Then he fades into unconsciousness.
 
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I smirk. Poor little boy. Don't worry about your current pain, I think. It will seem trivial compared to what is to come.

I grasp him, slinging him over my shoulders. No one sees me ... since I will no one to see me.

And it takes no time whatever to return to my hideout, take him into a spare room, and tie him up. Clothed. I want him to be awake when we rip his clothing off his body.
 
((intrigueing! Can I play? I could be Donnie's good little church girl girlfriend, somehow dragged into this whole sordid mess))
 
Ooc

SheevaKitten said:
((intrigueing! Can I play? I could be Donnie's good little church girl girlfriend, somehow dragged into this whole sordid mess))

Oh oh oh!! Yes, please leopardlover?! :D Her too!! :D :D
 
((Wow! Flattery! *shivers from pleasurable chills up the spine* You guys know how to make a girl feel loved! :) Ok, I'm in! ))
 
I sensed my darling Noelia's return and followed my nose to the spare room where I was pleasantly surprised to see our victim tied standing up. His weight pulled at the handcuffs, which were reminiscent of a mideval dungeon.

"Awww poor baby," I cooed as I entered the room fully. "Noelia, you're such a mean little girl." I smirked at her and walked over to the boy, ran fingernails down his face hard enough to draw a bit of blood. It smelled rich and I already was quivering with anticipation.

I searched his pockets, looking for one of those ID cards they all carry around, wanting a name. Of course, I could have always searched his thoughts for it, but I was restless, impatient, and I wanted him now. Insteand of an ID, I found a cell phone. I inspected it closer and saw there were two missed calls.

"Ohh Noey, I sense we'll be having more company before this night is over." I showed her the cell phone.
 
"Oh ... how delightful. And who is this? With the little heart symbols around her name? Ciara, I think we will have one more guest at least."

I smirk, glancing at the man, and the new scratches on his face.

"Well, I see you are starting early, dear. Naughty, naughty. Someone will have to be punished. Perhaps him? Maybe his little fucktoy instead? Ciara, I think we need to make a call."


(OOC: Sheeva, we don't know who you are yet! :D)
 
He comes to groggily, and looks at them, trying to figure out why they are talking about calling his girlfriend.

"Huh...? Where am I? Who are you....? And why do you have my cell phone...? And why're you talking about Susan?"

He tries to move but cannot, chained as he is. He squirms as he tries to get free then remembers, the one in black was there just before everything went black. Even in his muddled state he remembers Susan, his girlfriend of about six months.

"Leave her out of it...She didnt do nothing. Just...Do what you have to to me and leave her alone..."

He is afraid, very afraid. But he does not want Susan to be hurt. That'd kill him. She is so nice and he thinks he has fallen in love with her, wants to be married to her someday. But the first time he tried to touch her she seemed very shocked, almost disinterested so when he was asked if he'd come he aid yes, sort of forgetting he was supposed to meet her tonight.
 
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Well, how about Susan?

Susan stood in front of the theater, tapping her foot impatiently. "Donny...where are you?" She mumbled as she held her cel to her ear, waiting for her boyfriend to pick up. He was suposed to see a movie with her, but for some reason he hadnt shown up. This was thier six month aniversary, so he better have a good excuse! She thought she was so lucky to meet such a nice man. They had met in church one sunday. She usually went to the early service, but once she had slept too late and went to the late service. She sat next to Donny, and as they sang he kept sneaking looks at her. She smiled at him, and introduced herself after the sermon...

"Hi, I havent seen you here before, but I usually come earlier. I'm Susan" He smiled and shook her hand "I'm Donny" he blushed a little at the next thing he said "I...I'm glad you decided to come to the late service today. I mean...I always like to see new faces here." She smiled as she picked up her purse and bible. How cute he was, and so shy! "Yes, I'm glad too..." she falters, not wanting to end this just yet. "Look...I'm going to get lunch and I hate to eat alone...do you think..I mean...would you...?" Donny could hardly believe it! This pretty little blond with deep blue eyes was asking him out? "Sure!" he said, almost too quickly. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I'd like that." They left the church arm in arm and had been a couple ever since. Of course, they hadnt gone far, physically. Susan was saving herself for marriage. She was probably, at 19 years old, the oldest virgin in town!

Susan frowned as she left another message for Donny. He had seemed diferent lately. Earlier in the week, when they were kissing goodnight after a date, he had tried to touch her...breast! She bit her lip as she clicked her phone off, tucking it into the pocket of her tan slacks. She adjusted the ruffled pink blouse, and flipped her blond waves over her shoulder. Folding her arms, she waited, wondering what had happened to the sweet boy she met six months ago.
 
"Awww," I cooed to him, moving closer to him. "You must love Susan alot, huh?" I held back the smile that was struggling to take control of my face. "I apologize for Noelia," I whispered into his ear. "She's a mean bitch. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

I turned my back to him and smile devilishly at Noelia. "I think I'll just go make a call, and then I'll be back. Feel free to start without me."

I turned and gave the poor boy a worried look before I hurried out of the room, his cell phone in my hand.
 
"Yes...I do...Please...Dont...Dont let her bring my Susan into it..."

His voice is quiet, nearly just a whimper. He is limp in his chained position, there being very little that he -can- do. He hopes to god the lady in white does as she said she would and protect him, keep him safe like she said. And most importantly, leave Susan out of it.
 
These new contraptions annoy me because they take so much more time to use. I accidentally pushed the wrong button and Susan's number erased from the screen. It only took me a minute to find it, but I still cursed the samll piece of plastic; things were so much better long ago.

The phone rang and I waited for the boy's girlfriend to pick up. She did rather quickly and I knew immediately that she was waiting for him somewhere. "Where are you?" she cried into the phone.

"Susan?" I said softly, trying to lull her into a false sense of security. "Are you his other girlfriend?"
 
I smirked at the man.

"Oh, don't worry. Ciara is very, very gentle. Your Susan will not suffer. Well ... no more than you."

She drew a wickedly curving knife and flourished it in front of the man's face.

"Now. You are over-dressed. I had hped Ciara would be here for this. But she is going to be too busy ... acquiring Susan."

I very slowly started cutting the shirt off of his body. I was savoring the feeling of holding myknife close to him, cutting, tearing away a layer off of his body. I remained careful not to actually cut his skin, however, though I did frequently press the tip into him, threatening to break the skin without ever actually doing so.
 
Susan's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean...his other girlfriend?" The woman on the phone sounded sexy, not Donny's type at all! But why did this tramp have his phone? She double checked the number. Yes, it was Donny's phone all right. "Who are you?" She demanded "Where is Donny? How did you get his phone?"
 
Donny twitches, watching as is clothing is being cut away.

"No....What are you going to do?"

He tries to get away from the knife but its har to do when his feet are chained to the floor, his hands boud to the ceiling. He looks dazed, in shock, trying to figure out what is happening, why he is here. He can not seem to wrap his mind around it. He is drugged or something, kidnapped and apparently tied up by two women. One who seems nice.

"What do you mean...Wont hurt her more than me? Don't hurt her! I'm begging you!!!!!! Just...Just leave her alone. Please!!!!!!!!!!"

He flinches every time the blade's tip digs into his flsh, but he can do nothing about it. And besides, his mind's eye is occupied by Susan, and the fear for her safety. He prays to god quietly, barely auddibly, letting his mind be comforted in his faith, let it pull his mind away, at least for the moment.
 
I smiled at the tone of panic in the girl's voice. Poor baby, she didn't know what was going on and she didn't like it. "Well first of all, my name is Ciara and Donny's with me right now. I don't know if you knew, but he's REALLY into bondage. He makes me tie him up and stuff and well sometimes he scares me. He asks me to hurt him, and I just can't do it," I said, then covered my mouth to keep from laughing. "So right now he's all tied up naked and I saw on his cell phone calls from you. He muttered your name in his sleep a few nights ago so I figured you were his girlfriend. And I guess I was right."

I paused for a minute, letting the information sink in.

"I guess the reason I called you is to make sure that he's really a cheating bastard and to ask if you want to come over and help me make a point."
 
Susan was stunned! Her sweet Donny was into this kind of filth? It had to be a lie! And he was sleeping with this slut on the phone? She didnt believe it! But then...how did she have his phone? "I...I mean...you ..." she stops and takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. She asks one question, her voice demanding an answer. "Where is Donny?"
 
I could tell that the poor girl was having a hard time swallowing the whopping lie I was feeding her, but I smiled sweetly, trying to allow that sweetness to pass through the phone. "Donny's in my room, tied to the bed. That's why I'm calling you right now."

I paused, trying to think of some way to lure her here of her own free will.

"Look, I know you probably think I'm a slut or whatever. It started out as game...the tying him up and stuff. But then he started scaring me, asking me to cut him and choke him and stuff," I let out a small whimper. "It's like he's a different person when he's at my house. But out in public he's quiet and shy...it's so weird!"

I let her think again...hoping that my little trick would work. Oh how I loved mind games.
 
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