The Slaneeshi Temple

[Chalintra]

The day had been an exhausting one. The day had been disappointing. It´s all been someones fault and this someone will have to pay for it. And the Gods had been kind enoug that the girls know who´s fault it´s all been and that they have been able to corner him.

Since weeks they have searched for hints and traces of the whereabouts of a wizards ruined stronghold. Finally they had been sucessful, old books of the Mages Academy had betrayed their secrets to the eyes of the half elven sorceress who did the magic thinking for the `Catpack´.
Raising some funds from her family the lead kitten had gathered equipment and mules to carry it, one had led their way through the Deep Woods and – there it had been.
The crumbled remains of a former glorious tower were theirs to search for lost treasures. Dangerous critters had to be slain, walls to be climbed and old iron doors to be broken asunder. This all had been achieved up to the moment the Catpack wanted to gather their price.
But the wizards secret vault had been plundered before. Orcs had lain their dirty claws upon treasures that should be the Catpacks. But they have made a mistake. They had underestimated the girls furios anger and they payed no heed to their crys for revenge. Most of all, they hadn´t been quick enough.
By the time the heroines had opened the last door the hurrying steps of the last fleeing Orcs still could be heared, leading their pursuit along a low and narrow tunnel, digged by the Orcs claws through dirt and stone.
They got them, one by one, cornered them, the small ones as well as the dangerous big ones, slain them by steel and magic, but none of them could pay the orcish debt to them by more then blood. No treasure. Now, as the day ended, the last rays of the setting sun came glistening through the canopy of the trees branches and leaves they finally caught up with the leader of those Orcs, the one who´s fault it all was, the one who had to pay!

There he stands, his back against the rough stones of a hills cliffside, facing the wrath of the Catpack.
Easy he stands, as all he can see is a handfull of girls trying to threaten him with various punny weapons and spells. One of them is wearing bits of armour, chainmail and plate, but sparing out a lot of vital spots to look pretty to those human male weaklings. She´s wielding a sword, small and lightweight to him, but heavy enough to her to make her use both hands to wield it. Another one looking nice and shy, armed with a mace and protected by a shield she uses to hide her face behind for she can´t stand to behold his impressive presence. Then there´s a halfbreed, pretty and clothed in something that shows more than it hides. All she´s armed with is a toothpick she might call a dagger. What a pitty!
Finally there is the one daring to confront him, as she´s been the nimblest on her feet and reached his position first. The so called sword she wields is even lighter than the armoured girls one and she´s clothed in a tight and shimmering black leather skin that won´t protect her from anything he could do to her. Easy prey and a satisfying little bloodspilling before he gets to rest from the long days work.


`This hulking brute stands awsomly impressive. For sure he weights as much as all of my girlfriends bound together and a few of the steelplates he wears as armour will be enough material to smite a dozen cuirasses from. This weapon he wields can cleave a bull in two with one sweep, so what the hell I´m doing right in front of him? Shouldn´t have been running that fast as I could need the girls help right now! No time to think, just act.´

The Orc was the first to make a move, lashing out with his mighty blade, only to find that the nimble little kitten has dodged out of harms way. She mumbles a few phrases, may be prayers to her weak gods – and she´s doing damned well this way, as his next attack won´t miss.

`I can see the next blow coming, fast and powerful. Too fast to dodge again, but this time I´ve got a little surprise!´

With a loud bang, the Orcs weapon struck against something that shouldn´t be there. The air itself was hard and firm enough to block off this mighty blow like a giants iron shield. Nimble like a panther the girl stepped forward, close to the mighty big one, her blade flashed and stung upwards. The fight was over, won by a magic trick, quick wits and, most of all, sheer luck.

So the Catpack finally got it´s revenge and found the treasure they had been seeking for, carried by the huge monster that´s been by far the biggest Orc this area had ever seen.
But on the other hand they are totally lost in the midst of the Dark Woods, their chase had led them crisscrossing the landscape untill they have lost all of their orientation. Well, the large road should be somewhere to the east, but none of the girls had any idea how far away they are from the next Coaching Inn. At least one had been bright enough to insist on taking their horses and mules with them while chasing the Orcs, so there should be no problem to make up a camp and stay out here in the wilderness for the night. Sure, this is a dangerous idea, as there are lot´s of dangerous creatures around in the Woods, but the most annoying fact to the girls is the fact that camping is much less comfortable than staying at an Inn!

But wait – all the action of the fight and the mind-dumbing knowledge to be lost had made something important stay unnoticed so far.
A large doorway, adorned with elaborate stone carvings!
There it was, a few steps further along the cliffs face it opened in to the depth of the rocky hill, down in to the darkness. Darkness?? No, there are a few glints of light and the sweet smell of roasted meat, mingled with exotic fragrances.

`So here it is girls! One adventure finished, the next one invites us. I´m going to take a closer look, anyone to come with me??´

 

[naughtylilminx]

Veesulme

Ve'sul'mera'teshi pouted, green eyes glittering in the light that shone from the scented torches ensconced about the walls in the inner sanctum of the temple. The time of the Celebration was fast approaching, and the reason of her displeasure was due to there being yet still too few suitable offerings to deliver to the glory and power of Slannesh - the youngest of the four great Chaos Gods.
She was not human - or any other being which had been born into the world. She was a daemonette, a creature born of chaos in the warp-torn other realm beyond - a small portion of Slannesh's immeasurable power personified. Her face was androgynous, with high cheekbones and slight lips, her ears pointed. Her eyes were devoid of pupils, just a solid emerald green in colour, and lacked eyelashes. When she blinked, it was swift, a milky-white covering flashing over her eyes sideways like a cats. Her skin was an unblemished, pink pastel hue, her breasts were full, large and bared, crowned with dark teats with perfect areolae and long nubs, the left pierced with a gold ring. The little clothing she wore - a long loincloth and strips than wound up between her breasts and around her slender throat - was bright blue, adorned with tiny delicate jewels of every colour that shimmered as they caught the light. Also reflecting the light were the blades hung by her hips, two long curved daggers with lewd golden phallic hilts.
Veesulme - the name by which she was addressed - brushed a stray purple tendril of 'hair' from her face and stood, clawed feet scraping against the floor. The High Priest of the cultists had summoned her here, after gaining knowledge of her true name that had been scribed in some ancient and dusty tome she thought lost to the world, to help oversee the preparations of the coming Celebration and provide a symbol of Slannesh's glory and physical presence to bless the proceedings. The lack of offerings was a marr on those, of course, and would be rectified as soon as possible, even if she had to leave the temple and its consecrated grounds to search for suitable candidates herself, though that would require convincing the High Priest to let her stray over the boundaries they had previously bargained.
For now, she was content to let the mortal followers who tred the path to Slannesh's light tend to the tasks at hand, and stay hers. She toyed with the idea of visiting one of the current few captives and indulging herself, but decided the longer the fast, the more enjoyment she would be due at the feast. A gentle lingering sigh - a slither of her soft and seductive voice that was full of promise - escaped her lips at the thought of the glorious Celebration to come, her thoughts roiling in anticipation, and she fought back the need that trembled between her firm thighs and stiffened her nipples.

(OOC: Sincere apologies to Crimsonmaiden )

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I guess I will bow out then since I don't particularly want to play the exact same character as someone else.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

CM, please read my post to you in the OOC.

 

[badbabysitter]

Isis Astarte

Isis followed their leader to the doorway. And gazed at the carvings upon it.

She was the resident"sorceress", her elemental powers while not being always predictable were definitely a source of strength for the Catpack. And her knowledge of things arcane bordered on near omniscient. The only thing was..and something she could never quite tell the others..was that she never really knew where her knowledge sprang. She simply KNEW... must be part of her elvish heritage she always thought.

Isis pushed back a long black silky lock from her face, and her cool blue eyes took in the carvings.

They were written in some strange language, daemonic, but not daemonic. The runes and sigils melted into one another. She could feel something about them..

" i think theres a word here i can recognize..."Slaaneesh"

Isis raised a sogft hand to brush off some of the moss on the rune to get a closer look. Her fingers touched the etching ..and her mind exploded.

A great lidless burning eye. Pools of blood. Howls of ecstasy. Burning braziers. A gold collar on her neck and a crown on her brow. Great phallus' filling her. Screams of pain. Screams of joy.
A ancient brooding face without a face with ahnad reached out to her, so very familiar.

" Return to me my love..rule by my side.." the voice whispered in a thousand voices.

Isis body shook, her nipples tingled, a wetness grew between her thighs.

Isis broke from her reverie.. the sound of harsh wins blowing waking her. She took a deep breath, and the winds subsided.

She looked at the others..she couldnt have been zoned out for a few seconds at best.What the hell had she seen?

" Magic..strong magic here..ancient magic" , Isis panted.

She couldnt tell the others, what she saw in that moment. How could they understand.

The voices called to her . They wanted her home.

Isis took another breath.

" personally, i think we should investigate"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Inn of the Unsated Satyr:

OOC: Hagar the Huge's description and bio to follow. msboy will post Ivor the Intolerable's description and bio.

The Unsated Satyr:

Hagar the Huge came by his name for the very obvious reason that he's a huge man and for the times could nearly be considered a giant. Hagar stands about 7' tall and has the shoulders, broad and thick chest and the muscles you'd expect for one of that stature whose strong enough to lift a horse or a cart or wagon if a wheel is lost and needs to be replaced.
He and Ivor the Intolerable, his younger brother and their band captured the Inn several years ago by pretending not to know each other and staying there then silently killing the guards on duty when all were asleep and attacking from within the tall stone walls.
Since then they, members of the Temple of Slannesh, have run the Inn of the Unsated Satyr and use it to select, abduct and "test" females for the Temple and blaming the disappearances on wild animals in the forest or bandits to any seeking a missing one.
They pretend to be bandits now and then robbing travelers killing those who resist, raping or abducting women to reinforce that bandits to exist in the area, but not so frequently that they'd be suspects or captured.
Unlike the diagram of the Inn, which with msboys' help hopefully you'll get to see soon as well as the painted sign that hangs out front, it only has the heavy black inner wall, although the back has a wide and fast running stream that supplies it's water and acts as a barrier to attack as well as it's sewer system to carry away waste and refuse, there isn't an actual moat.
The labeled ‘Great Hall' is the Inn building and the others are the stable, the blacksmithy and storage for the kitchen.
The Inn is three stories tall, but only the second story has rooms to let. Most sleep on the floor in the Inn's barroom or on benches there. The upstairs rooms are reserved for the wealthy... and women. The third floor is where Hagar and Ivor sleep as well as the staff not on duty. The NPC guards not on watch sleep in part of the building right next to the Inn that's also used to store foodstuffs.

 

[msboy8]

OOC: Ivor is Ivor the Intolerable is called that because he has no use for people or their feeble excuses. He gets into many fights, which he usually wins, until the word that Hagar is his older brother is widely know, they he doesn't get in too many fights but still treats others with open distain. The only ones he has respect for is his brother Hagar or the servants of Slaaneesh. When he participates in Slaaneesh rituals he is know as Ivor the Insatiable.

Ivor is 6' tall, not really big like Hagar, more wirey. Ivor's strength is well hidden. He keeps a dark colored bung starter in this belt, and has been known to use it in barroom brawls (see pic). A bung starter is used to remove bungs from casks and kegs after the wine or liquor had soaked the peg and swelled it. Ivor's cheek is scarred from a dancer's knife. It took her three days to die and Ivor was not satisfied. He kept the body around as a tackling/sex dummy until it fell apart.

IC: Ivor threw the drunk guard out the front door of the inn in the direction of his quarters. His hand curled around the bung starter, he should have caved the fools head in, but he was one of their better guards.

Ivor saw a figure or figures approaching down the trail. He hoped these 'guests' would provide better entertainment than the last.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Trying to save lil Ivor *L* some work. Hope this works and if so will get the URL for the Sign pic and post it too.

The sign out in front of the Inn.

http://art.satyr-glade.net/SatyrNew.jpg

The layout of The Unsated Satyr Inn.

http://www.montaguemillennium.com/medieval/Medieval_Concentric.htm

Copied, pasted and edited from two posts up:

Unlike the diagram of the Inn, it only has the heavy black inner wall, although the back has a wide and fast running stream that supplies it's water and acts as a barrier to attack as well as it's sewer system to carry away waste and refuse, there isn't an actual moat.
The labeled ‘Great Hall' is the Inn building and the others are the stable, the blacksmithy and storage for the kitchen.
The Inn is three stories tall, but only the second story has rooms to let. Most "guests" sleep on the floor, because it's the cheapest, in the Inn's barroom or on benches there.
The upstairs rooms are reserved for the wealthy... and women. The third floor is where Hagar and Ivor sleep as well as the Inn staff (cook and serving wenches) not on duty. The NPC guards not on watch sleep in part of the building right next to the Inn that's also used to store foodstuffs.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sign art work link added to last post. *leer and lewd wink*

 

[msboy8]

Hi Ghosts and Ghouls,

Here is a description of the Inn and a more up-to-date diagram of the Inn.

The sign, Unsated Satyr Inn, hangs out front with the picture carved and painted on it and the name above and below for those few who can read.
The Inn is three stories tall, but only the second story has rooms to let. Most "guests" sleep on the floor, because it's the cheapest, in the Inn's barroom or on benches there.
The upstairs rooms are reserved for the wealthy... and women. The third floor is where Hagar and Ivor sleep as well as the Inn staff (cook and serving wenches) not on duty. The NPC guards not on watch sleep in part of the building right next to the Inn that's also used to store foodstuffs.

 

[poohlive]

Keelan had actually been reading when he felt it. A tome, something ancient, covered in dust, amidst a library that seemed to swell with books. This was deep, within the temple, parts old and constructed before the Chaos gods ever made it to this world.
Dwarven technology, one could see it in the older parts of the temple. The new stuff had a human, beastman immodest feel to them. The old dwarven stuff though, looked as sharp and aligned as if done by some perfect machine yet unmakable in this lifetime.
He had made his place his own, or rather, found it... and turned it into his own. An old group of necromancers once used this place, and after some galloping group of adventurers took them apart, the things were still lay here, scattered about.
So, here's where he sat, reading... when a wonderful feeling crept up his spine. Fear, rape, he bit his lower lip, tasting the blood.
Mmmm, yes.
Someone had "knocked" on the door.
He turned, looking back out... among long hallways and adorned rooms of certain rituals and feedings now took place. Somewhere, a woman had just touched their symbol.
"As you wish, my lord," he moved from his chair, looking down at the woman between his legs. She sucked hard, good long strokes. She worshipped his cock now, lost to all other feelings around her.
A shame... they seemed to give in so easily nowadays. It was only a month ago she was crying and asking for her release... now she only wanted his cock.
He'd have to train a new one.
He got up, letting his pink robes fall back into place.
"Call the others, make sure they know we're about to have visitors."
She wiped her mouth, nodded, and walked out of the room, nothing but her bare ass following.
Keelan pulled a small pipe from one of his many pockets, and placed in it a strange weed, something privy only to those who followed Slaneesh. Sex weed, a remarkable drug.
Putting it in the pipe, he began to smoke, and chant forth an ancient language, asking for aid now...

There, in the blackness, grass thigh high began to waver and moved in the poor light in front of our adventures. From what they could see, (which isn't much, unless one of them is smart enough to get out a lantern or torch) there was once a trail within this grass, which moved and swayed seductively in front of them.
Each strand moved with the other, in a fluid swishing motion, as if they were under water. These didn't move against any wind though, they seemed to be reacting to the new guests in front of them. If one person moves closer, they pull towards her, and almost greet her, swaying this way and that, begging her to come inside... let them feel the cool blades against their skin.
No trail through this sex weed exists anymore, and from the two walls on either side... there seemed little choice if the adventurers wanted to continue.
They'd had to go through the field...

(ha ha, now, this is going to be fun)

 

[Chalintra]

Dorit:

Dorit has made a few steps down the corridor as she heard the gasps of Isis.

Damned, I should know better than to chase down some old corridors instead of asking for advice first.
"Isis? Anything wrong with those carvings? Do you know any of those strange signs?"

Dorit returns to the entry where Isis still mused about her strange findings, a troubled look in her pale blue eyes as she´s really concerned about the thoughts and strange sights her girlfiend sometimes has. More than once she saved them from trouble with her knowledge and strange feelings.
"What do you mean by strong magic? A trap? And who the hell is Slannesh?"

Isis couldn´t tell, at least not by the moment and Dorit knew better than to molest her. Some time later she will come up with a perfect explanation for each and every thing that troubled her half-elven mind, the only thing Dorit could hope that it wouldn´t be too late by then.
"Well then, come on and let´s have a look down this way!"

Whoever had built this way, he had forgotten to place some torches or other lighting devices. It´s a risk to carry a own light, every creep down this way will see it long before I can see him, but well, without any light we might stumble in to the most simple traps or be completely surprised by whatever lurks in the dark.

"So it´s time for a little more glowing my tiny worm."
Dorit took a little wooden box from one of the many pouches on her belt and out of it she takes a little glowworm. A few strange words and the light this little insect shed grew stronger and stronger, rivalling even the best torches or lanterns. Sure she knew that Isis is hardly impressed by the little petty magic she does, but well, it´s practical and can save the day too.

So Dorit takes the lead again. Her eyes darting left and right, up and down, searching for hints of nasty traps. She´s looking quite professinal by now, but every one of the Catpack knew that their Dorit will get bored by this soon and keep on going normally. For the luck of the girls those nasty traps are usually near the entryways.

"Hey, what´s this??"
Dorit has found the strange weed and knelt down right next to it to investigate.
"Strange, some kind of grass or the like. How does it grow without any lightsource? Do you think it´s dangerous - anoter magic trick?"

Without awaiting any response by Isis or Evisant she touched some of the leaves.
"They don´t hurt, actually they´re smooth to the touch and - hey *sniffle* they would make up a great perfume!"

Carefully she makes a few steps, watching the wed wave back and forth as if it had a life on it´s own.
"Seems to be harmless, but watch your step anyway!"

 

[badbabysitter]

Isis Astarte

Issssiss..Issssiisss..I hear you...come to meee..come tooo mee

"Seems to be harmless, but watch your step anyway!"

Dorit's voice snapped her back. She had been following her for sometime now, who knows how long. But she clearly heard the voice. A very familiar voice.

Isis looked around at the long grasswrithing up out of the floor. it was slow and sensous. It reminded her of something..but what?

She followed Dorit through the field of grass. She thought it was the grass speaking to her, as it was almost speaking already..but it wasnt that. it was something behind it.

The grass was merely a tongue.

As they walked through the grass it writhed around them. And onto them. Sliding its way up her thighs, and Isis slit dress offered no protection. it licked and kissed her legs like a languid lover.

She could feel it brushing against her labia, hungry. it was arousing. It was now encircling the others in the same fashion.

She was feverish, aroused tingling. her nipples hardened under her black silk robes.

She wanted to lie down and let these fronds take her, but...

" No.."

She whispered aloud. Her hand clasped the ritual dagger on her belt.
..it is yours my queeen... yours to do with as you wish.....

That voice again.

"Glooorna bak treasa" she spit in a gutuaral voice.

The grasses stopped their groping.

The catpack looked flushed, sweaty, confused.

Isis had no idea what she had done.The "Voice" had told her how.

She simply tried a smile and wiped her brow.

" very strong magic...please, lead on"

 

[naughtylilminx]

Veesulme

She paused, pursing her lips. Something was different. Attuned to the Temple, she felt a ripple of excitement flow through her, a caress of her being, a shudder of ecstatic agony. There were those who did not follow the way within its hallowed borders. Her eyes flashed, as she stepped between the few orgiastic cultists present who writhed in a self-induced haze of pleasure and pain before the altar, bedecked in pastel-hued silks and upon which stood a small statue of Slannesh, a young, naked man with curled hair and feminine features in gold, face twisted in an intense look of either enjoyment or suffering. Perhaps amongst the unexpected visitors there would be some suitable as offerings, she mused.
Veesulme left the adorant worshippers and the inner sanctum behind her, entering the passages of the old ruins. The fragrant scents from the braziers besides the altar wafted lighter in the air, and she inhaled deeply, now used to odours which intoxicated humans so easily. She moved swifly, silently, each motion she made holding a liquid grace. It was some distance through the twisting passages and ancient rooms, some daubed with lurid symbols made by cultist and beastman, some containing instruments of delishous torture, others of decandant pleasure. More than one contained cultists engaged in the use of such things. One cultist she encounted at a turn in a corridor froze before her beguiling appearance, and she approached him without pause, running a hand up his naked chest marked with welts, leaning forward to lap her long tongue over one of his cheeks, before her teeth deeply grazed his skin, then passed by, leaving him to slide quivering down the wall in his exultation of such contact.

 

[Chalintra]

Dorit:

Wearing soft boots and the tight fitting trousers made out of shiny black leather (Dorit tought about calling this outfit a `Catsuit´) the rogue kitten hadn´t felt much of the sensual touches the weeds try to please and tease her with, but she was quite familiar to the soft moans of her girlfriens and so she soon found out about the problems this kind of grass would confront them with.
"Haven´t I told you more than once that this kind of outfit will make every enemy hesitate but also get you in to other kinds of trouble?"
Dorit can´t help but smile at her girlfriends. She liked the concept of this kind of trap, harmless, but quite effective against adventuring girls. Then, all in a sudden, Isis spoke her mighty words and made the weed stop teasing them.

Just a moment. Effective against girls? Who would use such kind of a trap? Easy question. Someone who wants to stop girls effectively. But aren´t female adventurers only a rare addition to all male wannabe-hero groups? Whoever had set this trap, it´s a trap made for us and for us only. There is someone down there who knows about us already.

"Catpack! I fear someone is already waiting for us! Watch your step and be prepared to face some enemys.!"

Dorit drew her sword , more to make herself feel safe and strong than to threaten anyone.
"Let´s hope this weed won´t wake up too soon again."

Well, she doesn´t feel half as safe and strong as she wished to as she advanced.

 

[naughtylilminx]

Veelsume

The dark of the corridors which were unlit were no obstacle to Veelsume's eyes. The outskirts of the ruins were kept as they were found to keep up the pretense that they were old and unused from casual explorers. She continued without slowing pace, until a light came into view. She heard female voices, and again she smiled - the Celebration would be receiving new attendants, it seemed. The light was still, as some short debate between the adventurers took place.
For now, she would shadow their progress, whilst others made preparation for the visitors. An initial encounter with herself might well prove unnerving and petty mortals as they were would likely flee, before any trap could be laid proper. She felt certain that Keelan would have detected their presence by now, such were the magical wards he had woven. She listened attentively to their voices. From their conversation, they seemed more to be wary now. So, the High Priest had indeed already been made aware of intruders.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Priestess Aeri

Aeri: Priestess of Slaneeshi Temple

Fiery red hair cascades in ringlets down her back, ending just above her ass. Pink satin tightly hugs her upper body, molding against the large, round globes of her breasts. Her rosy nipples, which are always erect, tent the fabric. The dress fans out from her curvy hips and is split on both sides and the front and back. She wears no small clothing underneath, so her bare sex and ass peek from between the slits as she walks. Her shapely alabaster legs end in beautifully adorned feet. The toenails are painted a shimmering pink and toe rings adorn two toes on each foot. Both rings are set with pink diamonds and intricate Slaneeshi carvings. Aeri always walks barefoot and her feet never get dirty because she simply walks on air an inch above the ground. Aeri thrives on pleasure. Sex and giving pain are her two most enjoyable vices and she participates in both almost continuously. There is always a willing slave to pleasure her and always someone to break.

A loud crack filled the air, followed by a hoarse cry.

"Who do you serve?" The melodic voice was quiet, but all who heard it made no mistake about its owner. In this case, quiet meant deadly.

When no answer came forth, the whip cracked again, raising an angry red welt across the muscular ass checks of the young man hanging from the ceiling.

"Make no mistake, my pet. You will bend to my will. The more you resist, the more you will hurt." Aeri enjoyed personally training slaves. Her existence was all about pleasure. Nothing was done unless it brought pleasure to her in some way. Breaking a slave brought her immense pleasure.

A surge of magical current caught Aeri's attention. Something was happening... new guests for the Celebration, perhaps? Before leaving the training room to find Keelan, she left a training tool on the slave to help persuade him to submit.

Her hand slid up and down his shaft, teasing it to hardness. When Aeri was satisfied with its engorgement, she tightly tied a shiny pink ribbon underneath his balls and around the base of his cock. Pulling the skin of his testical sac, Aeri attached clips underneath both balls. To those clips, she hooked weights. When she let them hang free, the slave screamed.

Aeri reached up and ran her hand down the side of the young man's face. "Think hard my pet. Until you learn how to be subserviant and obedient, pain will be your life."

The young man is strong and virile. If he will not submit, he will make an excellent sacrifice to m'Lord and Master. Aeri shivered delicously at the prospect of draining the life's blood of the young man.

 

[Chalintra]

Dorit:

As careful as necessary and as swift as possible Dorit made her way through this now motionless weeds. Three, four five yards crossed and still the ground was covered thickly with this strange plant. Wow! There hadn´t been any chance crossing this without the powerful words Isis has spoken. She can´t keep this tony alarm-bell inside her mind from ringing. What if the spell wears out and the weed comes to life again while they are all still standing amidst of it? Hmm, the others will like it, one way or another, sometimes wearing trousers can be a mayor drawback. Silly thought.
There, ahead, a few yards more the weed seems to dwindle away as the corridor opens in to a small antechamber.
Dorit stops, standing perfectly still, knowing that the girls following her will do the same. Well, they know we´re coming, but may be they don´t know exactly when, so there´s no need to announce our coming any further. There was some light shining from this chamber up in to the corridor, so Dorit ushered the tiny glowworm to fall behind, sheding it´s light for her friends.
Careful and slow she sneaked forward, like a cat on the prowl she tried to make no sound. Well, looks as if there´s noone in there, no ambush prepared. Let´s hope my senses haven´t betrayed me...

 

[poohlive]

Sacrifices would have to be made. Keelan felt that right away, almost sighing as he stood inside a large open chamber, six men at his feet, their long tongues flicking in the pale firelight.
"They'll be coming up the main entrance. See that they get a royal welcome."
Beastmen.
They wore no clothing. Hardened bodies from a lifetime of labor, but it also made their bodies tight and rippled. Most couldn't see all of that though, because they were hairy, very hairy. Thick curly hair covered most of their body, and they wore huge helmets, so one couldn't see their heads.
It looked as if they had never had a haircut in their lives. The hairs, sticking out of the helmet, reached in thick unwashed waves all the way down to their feet. One couldn't see their faces, what they looked like, the hair and helmet only revealed two sets of eyes. Hair stuck out of the helmet, in packs, in droves, clumps here, gnarled reaches there. The helmet looked as if it hadn't been taken off in years, and rather the hair just grew around it.
They held primitive weapons, and awaited orders.
He did not care if they lived or died, but rather preferred them to slow the adventurers down. He had to set everything up. What fun, this would be. The beastmen were not chaos, or even part of Slannesh's tribe. They were rather just humans, taken from childhood, and reared in a horrible fashion. It made them stronger...
Still, they craved for the carnal pleasures. They each held open their mouths, little beast chick's, begging to be fed.
Keelan walked, one by one, dropping a small pink powder on their tongue. At once, huge erections arose from those bushy pubis regions, and their eyes alighted with passion.
"Main entrance, my pets. They will service you there..."
Each ran, as fast as they could.
Keelan went to look for Aeri, but it seemed she had been looking for him as well.
"Ahhh, mistress. You are looking delightfully tasty today. I assume you know of our visitors."

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Aeri

Apparently, Keelan was also looking for Aeri. "Ahhh, mistress. You are looking delightfully tasty today. I assume you know of our visitors."

Aeri ignored his question for the moment and fondled his stiff erection through the pink robe. She bent forward and slid her tongue playfully along his lips before grabbing his head with her other hand and pulling him towards her, invading his mouth with her tongue. Both were extremely powerful and when they coupled, things tended to get... interesting. Aeri's pussy leaked juices just by hearing his voice.

"Oh yes my dear, though I didn't detect anything but the current of magic at first. I was a bit... distracted. Have you sent the boys to have some fun with them so we have time to prepare? What kind of fun shall we plan for our little playthings?"

[OOC]I'm going out of town for the weekend, so though I might post a few more times tonight or tomorrow morning, after that I probably won't be able to post again until Monday.

 

[badbabysitter]

Isis Astarte

Isis followed Dorit languidly down the hall.

She let a hand brush along the wall. She almost caressed it like an old lovers skin. It certainly felt that way.

The rest of the Catpack looked nervously around each other. Some still flushed from their encounter with the dancing weed. Isis had to hold back a smile.

Oh yes, there was magic here. Strong magic. Malovelent, sensual, powerful.

She opened her senses, she opened her third eye.( in the metaphysical sense, not literal)

Yes, they were here. They were close.

She could sense eyes on here in the dark. She was being watched.

Let them watch isis mused. i will give them a show. I will find the source of this magic. And I will make it my own or let it devour me.

She smiled into the darkness behind her. Oh yes..something or someone was out there. But what?

What did it matter.

Dorit sprung nimbly into the antechamber. Isis was always impressed by her leaders almost uncanny reflexes and ability to react. Lordy, she was talented. But Isis knew..she KNEW..

Not even the quickest thief could dodge this unholy trap.

Just as the Catpack entered the antechamber.. a stone slab flew down behind them. Settling into the ground with a wet thunk. The Catpack jumped. Isis was'nt suprised.

She heard heavy footfalls coming from the passage before them. And an unearthly bellow.

" They're cumming..." isis maliciously smiled at the oncoming noise.

 

[gangbangking]

Borak the Defiler

" Borak still horny" I grunted.

The two weeping human women kept running their tongues up and down my cock in some desperate attempt to satisfy me. Their hair and face were plastered with Chaos imbued seed.

I reclied in my chair, my hands resting on the two logs that served as armrests as the two human nestled naked between my legs. I twirlde the end of the chains connected to their collars in a bored hand .My other hand rested on " Smashy"

"Smashy" was my favourite battle axe. A gift from the Chaos lord for all the foolish champions of Light I sent to early graves.

The two women pumped me vigorously hoping to get me off before i turned my attentions to them. They both knew I could get carried away .

I looked over at the corner of my room. I should have someone get rid of those, i thought. I had been harsh on the last two girls. The poor elven maiden i had accidently choked to death forcing my cock into her throat. And the other a poor human, whom I accidently broke the neck of when skewering her then virgin ass.

Keelan didnt like corpses around, and Keelans the boss. Despite what Aeri thinks.

Aeri. Now there was one human he'd love to sink his bull cock into. Make her squeal like so many captives. The very thought turned him on more adding thickness to his "defiler"

I heard the heavy sounds of my soldiers in the hall. I stood up quickly and strode to the door opening it. Ironically my door was always unlocked, poor humans never were strong enough to open it on their own.

A Beastman soldier followed by 5 others were marching down the hall. Their "tools" of destruction engorge. I stopped one by grabbing his throat and holding him aloft.

" Where you go?" I grunted at him

" Fresh meat..entry..Keelan asks" he rasped

That was good enough for me. I needed some new entertainment. And Keelan knew how to keep his employees satisfied.

I titlet my head back and bellowed of challenge of lust and battle. And joined my "little brothers" going down the halls to our new guests.


Description

Borak is a huge bastard, I mean huge, disgustingly huge
He's a minotaur if thats okay. Jet black skin/fur. Two giant white horns curling from his head, razor sharp at the tips.
Red glowing eyes that burn like hell
Hooved feet
And of course, hung like a bull, hung like a well hung bull actually.
Borak acts as head of security for Keelan and the Temple.
He towers in at just under 8 feet and is one solid muscle
On the other hand, he's about as smart as a not very quick rock

 

[Chalintra]

“Isis, how do you always sound as if you´ve meant something completely different than your words tell?”
Actually, Dorit loved this kind of game Isis used to play with words.
But there was something she doesn´t love, and that are traps like this, traps that could kill you by accident and that are not placed where she would look for them. Those evil guys are just that. Evil.
Tumbled into this antechamber Dorit saw a few more corridors leading deeper in to the hill. The chamber itself was quite large and, last not least, trouble was coming their way.
The beastmen charged, weapons ready and – well, manhood ready too.
Dorit never thought about that the concept of distraction by exhibitionism would work the other way too, now she learned her lesson.
Almost knocked over by the first beastmans tackle she´d completely forgotten to bring her sword to bear. Instead of impaling him she barely survived his attack.
The breathtaking stench of this creature washed away any thought about his huge cock that´s pointing right at her belly. This one was no match for her, and she proves this with a few quick moves.
Taking a look at the fate of the other kittens she realizes that they were in for really big trouble. The beastmen, having lost one of their comrades made a few steps back, some of them even dropping their weapons, playing with themselves to show what they really have to offer. Disgusting, at least a bit, ahem, interesting?
Then, a heavy step made every problem the beastmen may cause look feeble and childs play.
A huge shadow appeared in one of the corridors. A beastman too, but much much taller than the ones they are already facing. Can this be true? A Minotaur?
Danger at hand Dorit tried to cast another one of her defensive tricks. But this time her dilettantic way to use magic backfired. Pain washed over her body, exhausting her more than a five miles sprint. Her sword dropped from her numbed fingers, her eyes flipped backwards, she fainted.
“Shit”
How shall the other girls overcome this danger without my help? Darkness engulfs her thoughts. As much as she knows she´ll take a few minutes to regain senses. Minutes that´ll decide about life and death.

((OOC: Actually those minutes will last untill Tuesday 21rst. When Dorit regains senses I hope she has no more weapons or clothing any more. Have fun!))

 

[poohlive]

No matter what, Aeri always seemed to know just what Keelan needed. He relished in her supple body moving against his, her kisses her licks, all of them as sweet as sugar.
"Well," He kissed her back, nibbling on her lower lip, "I was thinking, once they're done playing with the little beasties... we invite them to dinner... and introduce them to Khori..."
Inside one of the deeper chambers, outlayed on the ground were a markings for a thirteen pointed star. In the middle was a huge rock slab, wet with fresh blood from recent sacrifices. And, at one end of the room, huge and adonnised, was a six armed Slannesh Chaos champion, in fierce battle array. His large cock stood out prominently.
But, the champion was made of wood, cut and boarded together, a reminder of one of Slannesh's best warriors.
However, for such long service to the chaos god, Slannesh granted this certain warrior the power to come back... when asked for, when given the right spell, and the right amount of virgin blood spills the altar.
The wooden carcass would burst open, and the real warrior would come out... to make sure they became permanent servants to the pink god.
"It'll be a sight to see. I've already gathered some of the initiates. They have.. started the rituals without us."
Rituals meaning a nice big orgy inside the room.
"But, there's no hurry," Keelan's hand moved down her leg, parting up the slit in her dress, and felt for that warmth he always longed for... even when other women dawned his bed.
"We have some time to play..."

 

[gangbangking]

Borak the Defiler

" Cowards!!TAKE THEM!!!"

I bellowed my orders at my soldiers.While the drugs Keelan gave them made them strong, tireless..it tended to slow their will.

A group of women stood before them. Armed ones at that. They had made quick work of the first few Beastmen..but our sheer numbers drove them back.

I strode into the room and looked down on the helpless one in blac. Very pretty, i thought.

More of my soldiers flowed into the room. The women were pushed against the walls. Many of them had their clothes ripped off. One fair eyed blonde human was already on her back as one of my beastmen thrust into her, the other holding her down.

I picked up the "leader" in one hand and lifted her to my face. So small. So fragile. So attractive.

my "defiler" grew hard. I lowered my battle axe and tore the leather outfit from her body.
Such a pretty tiny thing, I would enjoy my taking of this one.