~ Violent Doll Seeking Sadist Male ~

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Violent Doll Seeking Sadist Male For RP~

Cravings for Sadomasochistic practice, Is my drug of abuse. See my, Overt virtuous beauty, Is the, deceptive, truth. Deriving pleasure from domination, In a fantasy game. The glamour, the glory, the tingling linger. The control of pleasure/pain. The sexiness of primitiveness: Releases politically correct Iron chains. So let me be wild, the way I know how, So I can find beauty In my pain.

~ I have been role playing for many years... I am fairly experinced...
~ I do love rape, violence, pain...
~ I am looking for a Dominate male character to play with. Some who is into violence or sadist...
~ Can play submissive... switch.... My characters tend to be some what dominate in nature, looking for someone that can force them into submission...
~ At this time I am NOT interested in playing Dom to your Sub...
~ I would like someone who wants to work on the plot with me from time to time... Not simply let the story flopp around...
~ If you are only looking for smut with minimal plot... DO NOT ask if I want to play...
~ I have a lot of plots... dont be afraid to ask me to pm you a few....
~ In most cases I am more than happy to start. If its my plot I probably laready have an idea for a start. If its your plot but are not going to start, please give me some details so I can make one that we can both enjoy playing.
~ If you see a story I am already playing but are still intersted in playing it pm me I would be happy to post a new thread... I love to see how many ways a story can turn out...
~ I'm no english major, I don't care if words are misspelled as long as I know what it is you are trying to say.
~ Quality over quantity!! I tend to get long winded in my posts. I do not expect my partners to try to match my posts as long as you are giving me good quality.
~ Looking for at least one paragraph... *Bonus points for 2-4 +!!!
~ IM's are OOC, I don't play by IM... ((Thread/Forum only!!!))
~ I do not do yuri... watersports.... scat....



Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~


* Various forums of asphyxia, air games, are at the top of my list... by hand, belt/rope/ect.... open to positional asphyxia.... waterboarding... being dunked/ held under water... drowning threats...

* Whipping is another... Any kind of whip from bull whip, to cat-o-nine tails, to a belt... Typically prefer to be put in the standing up posistion, arms tied above the head... can tolorate being tied face down. Typically prefer the whip used on the back though I know it can be effective on almost any part of the body...

* Knives are fun... blood play... anything from mild cuts to more deeper wounds... like the idea of them infected, eventaully being feverish and being delerious for a time before being healed.... not big on body parts being cut off... Do not want to play with needles...

* Guns are amusing to be fucked by the barrel... Same thing with the knife... fucked by the sheathed blade or the handle...


While mild piercings do not bother me... no nipples or clit/pussy piercings... having nails/needles driven through my body is disturbing.... Oddly I can tolorate implaed on a sword/knife...

While most knife play is very cool with me... having limbs removed really sucks (negoatable).... along with eating my own body parts afterward is enough to make me sick....

While I like the idea of cervix pentration... I would prefer to avoid my sex being completley torn in two and afterwards useless... its kinda hard to go from there

While I can tolorate some parts of my body being skinned, such as my back (fyi if we rp this please talk to me a head of time)... I prefer to keep nipples and breast in place... Also I dont like the idea of them being ripped from my body...

While I like my breast played with roughly.... I am honestly not a fan of any kind of nipple play although I do tolorate it because it is very popular and habit/fetish for most people....

I do not like scat or watersports... Although if they come up in mentioing once in a rp I wont flip out.... But please not a second time


Things that just annoy me....
forced oral..... If its clear that I am already going to be raped or killed or serverly beaten... there is not a whole lot of incentive for me not to try to bite your erection off if you put it in my mouth.... Suggestion either come up with a reward or a extreme punishment.


Things That Will Take Persuasion or Great Plot for Me to be Willing
Modern Setting... Future Setting... Time Travel... Micro/Macro… Inflation body parts… Fisting…Lactation… Enemas…Rimming… Mind Control… Futa… Furry/Anthro… Mother/Son... Daughter/Father... Aunt/Nephew... Uncle/Neice... Fallen Angel of God/Devil… Priest/Nun… Church scenes... (College/High) School Girl… Teacher/Studen... School Scenes… Cop/Prisoner… Prison/Jail Scenes… Maid... Nurse/Doctor... Hospital Scenes... Photographer/Model/Band/Super Star...






Want to Play With (Your Character)
Vampire(dominate)... Dragon Lord(dominate)... Shapeshifter... Werewolf(dominate)... Were-animal(dominate)... Centuar(dominate)... Human... Elven... Demon(dominate)... Incubus(dominate)... Angel... Fallen Angel... Orc(dominate)... Zombie(dominate)... Goblin(dominate)... Brother(dominate)... Cousin(dominate/switch)... Twin Brothers(dominate/switch)... Warrior... Prisoner of War(sub/switch)... Soldier... Knight... Guard... Traitor... Assassin... Slayer... Hunter... Scout(sub)... Spy(sub)... Torturer(dominate)... Necromancer... Mage... Priest... Summoner... Wizard... Prince... Necrophilliac(dominate)... King(sub/dominate)... Servant(sub/dominate/switch)... Slave(sub/dominate/switch)...


Want to Play (My Character)
Vampire(sub/dominate)... Shapeshifter(sub/dominate/switch)... Human(sub)... Elven(sub)... Demon... Angel(sub)... Fallen Angel(sub)... Sister(sub)... Cousin(sub)... Amazon(sub/dominate)... Warrior(sub)... Soldier(sub/dominate)... Prisoner of War(sub)... Knight... Guard... Slayer(dominate/switch)... Spy... Traitor... Assassin(dominate/switch)... Mage... Priestess... Acolyte(sub)... Necromancer(dominate)... Princess(sub)... Witch... Servant(sub)(beg for it).... Stripper(sub/swtich)


..... PM or reply here if you wanna play......

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~Secrets Revealed~ (Seeking Dom Male)

(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)




The sun on her skin made her more aware of her paleness. Standing in the window, wings spread for the first wind she had felt in almost eight months… Bliss… It was the only way she could think to describe it. Slowly she folded her wings against her back. Closing her eyes she was at peace and relaxed for the first time since coming to Master’s possession.
In the last half a year, things had been different in her life. And she had come a very long way with her relationship with him. It had not been easy. Often it had been painful . This last month had shown a real change. He did not yet trust her, or trust that she was sincere but that would come in time. There was almost no secret she kept from him. Her acceptance of him had made almost all the difference.
The wings, her wings, was the last secret. The last thing he really did not know about her. As time went on she was learning to trust him with her life and safety. And she did almost unquestioningly. With the knowledge of her wings, she still had her doubts. Not ready to risk he would take out his anger or her punishment on something as fragile as her wings. They were one the one thing that would not heal well again, one thing that could truly be taken from her.
Feeling the wind suddenly pick up, she stepped back to feel it rush against her whole body. It pulled at her hair, and rushed over her face. As the wind died down again, she heard a faint click behind her. Turning toward the door, she was surprised to find Master standing there. For a long moment all she could do was stand and stare. As he started across the room toward her, her wings disappeared into her back. Safely hiding them away without a trace.
Watching him come closer, she moved away from the window, moved toward the corner. Only later would she realize that if she had stepped out of the window she would have been free of him. Though even if she realized it, there was little chance she would have done so. By now she was becoming accustomed to him. Too much so to run.
Terror clearly on her face. She could not read the expression on Master’s face, that was not a good sign. For a moment she wondered if he felt betrayed that she had not told him. The look on her face clearly said she had no plans to ever tell him. Or maybe he realized she was agreeing to stay. These last couple of weeks he had allowed her in the court yard. Now understanding how easy it would have been for her to escape. Pressing her back firmly against the wall she stopped moving, simply staring at him.
“M…. Mmma…. Master….” It was clear she did not know what to say. She could not apologize. At least apologize and mean it. She was not sorry she kept the secret. And she was not planning on ever letting him see them again. Without any real thought she already braced herself for the punishment that would come when he asked and she refused. “I… I… did not expect you back for a few more hours…”

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Centaurian Master ~ (Seeking Dom Male)

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(please pm me about plot and direction)

Centaurian Master



Amazon ^ Centaur(dom) ~Centaurian Master~ She is captured during/after battle (a centaur with the army claims her as his spoil of war) or (she is sold into slavery and bought by a centaur) (Maybe at some point she is raped by male slaves as a show for the soldiers entertainment).


Warrior ^ Centaur(dom) ~Centaurian Master~ After battle she is captured.(The battle is with centaurs) or (a centaur travels with the army) The centaur claims her as part of his spoils of war.




Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~



The way the ropes twisted and forced her body there was little struggle she could give without doing serious damage to herself. Even the smallest movements caused pain and loss of breath. She had been vaguely aware of someone moving between her spread knees. Closing her eyes she had gave half attempt to close her legs. All that caused was vision to see black spots.
Several minutes later she became aware that some how she was not being raped yet. That no hands seemed to be touching her and all the voices seemed to be so far away. Slowly opening her eyes she tried to focus on something other than the ground in front of her. Directly in front of her she noticed the horse hooves. A moment latter she remembered that she had been drug inside of a tent. There should not have been a horse inside of a tent. The other option of what stood before her made her sick. Centuar.
.... fucking animal......
Somehow she managed not to say the thought out loud. She suppressed the words if for no other reason she was in no position to back them up. There had been a rumor before the battle that centaurs had been seen in the enemy camp but they should have been the first target of the archers. Too dangerous to let them live and fight long in the battles. Very few amazons would even consider taking the horsemen captive as slaves. Though they would make a great prize taming the beast took more than most amazons could handle.
Anikke tried once to look further up than just hoof. But the angle was wrong, short of breaking her neck she couldn't see his face. Her hands silently closed into a fist. She sent a silent prayer to the war gods that he was simply her current guard. In her mind being whored out to the rest of the camp would be a better alternative than letting a centuar touch her. Growling softly because that was the nicest response she could think to give in her current situation.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
would love to do iwth with a couple different people...​

(please pm me about plot and details)


~ Mage's Choice~

Shapeshifter(switch) ^ Mage(dom) ~ Mage's Choice~ A shapeshifter, capable of shifting between being male and being female, is captured, probably in male form. At first he is beaten and tortured like any other prisoner of war. Until one say he makes the mistake of shifting into a different male form. The guards don't understand how they left one guy in the cell and come back and there is a different one so they drag him to their commander. By chance the mage decides to test a theory, using magick to force him to change at the mages will. Since his body is already weakened, he has little defense and is forced back into true form which happens to be a female body. Maybe in male form he is beaten and tortured.... in female form she is raped...

Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~

Daray
Male. Elven. Red hair. Short hair. Green eyes. 6'2 http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/edencunseelieby.jpg
Male. Black hair. Short hair. Brown eyes. 5'9http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/anime-4.jpg
Male.White hair. Short hair. Blue eyes. 5'10 http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/BloodOnTheseHands.jpg

Darcy
Female. Elven. Brown hair. Mid length. Hazel eyes. 5'10. http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/00252.gif
Female. White hair. Mid length. Brown eyes. 5'5 http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/07-1.jpg
Female. Blonde hair. Waist length.Blue eyes. 5'6http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/7.jpg
Female. Red hair. Mid length. Blue eyes. 5'8 http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n244/kimbra_ailis/galnew14big.jpg





Barely consious, there was not much left of his body that did not hurt or ache. Between battle and the aftermath of being captured his body had been pressed beyond its physical limits. Summoning the last of his strength he took a deep breath. Minor shifts and changes moved beneath his skin. The cheek bones became higher, a sign of elven birth. The ears taking on a slight point. Laying down it was not apparent but he aslo became several inches taller. His body also thinned out. His deep red hair darkening to black. Even his light green eyes darkened to match his hair.
Once again he closed his eyes. Head resting on the cool stone floor. He was aware that by giving up the human body for the elven one he was more fragile and the body could more easily be broken. On the other hand, the elven body would heal faster than human. It was hard to believe this was actaully happening. His captors had stopped asking questions hours ago. Maybe they realized he was not going to say anything. Or maybe they simply wanted to inflict pain now. Not that it really mattered. Pain was pain. It was not less painful because they were asking you questions or because they were enjoying inflicting it.
In and out of dreams, Daray was coming out of the latest nightmare when he became aware of voices and shufling feet. A hard boot in the ribs forced him from his side to his stomach.
"This isn't him... Dont know how he pulled that trick but look at him.... Looks nothing like the man.... This is not event eh same race..." Another hard kick.
"Where did the elven come from.... Dont look like him but he still has the same bruises and injuries."
" What is this some kind of trick... Some kind of mage spell.... We have answers for the mage here... Let the mage have a look at him..."
Daray could feel two men grab a hold of his arms, pulling him to a semi upright position before starting to drag him across the stone. While it was a good thing to be leaving the cell, it was for a very bad reason. He knew he was in trouble. Currently he was too weak to even try to take on a mage. Consumed in his own thoughts and pain, he barely noticed his surrondings. Finally coming to rest on his knees, the soldiers backed away, apparently not wanting to be too close at the moment. Daray was partailly doubled over, holding his rib cage tightly.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~Prince's Request ~ (Seeking Dom Male)

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(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
would love to do with with a couple different people...



(pm me about plot and details)


Prince's Request



Pushing the tent flap open, she hesitated noticing the two uniforms inside. About to back out, General gestured for her to come in. Internally she winced. Seeing the royal uniforms brought back a lot of memories, not all of them were good. The two soldiers turned to look at her and there was little choice but to step in side.
“Lady Ashlyd Devika?”
“Officer Ashlyd….” She corrected softly, finally walking further into the tent. No use in standing in the doorway like a scared child.
“Prince Numair has requested your presence at his castle…”
“Why?” Ashyld enjoyed the stupid look on the guards face. They probably were not use to the Prince’s orders being questioned.
“Officer Ashlyd!”General seemed less than pleased by her tormenting the guards. A faint smile came to her lips but she worked hard to make it disappear. “You are excused to pack your bags. Your unit will be under Jadryen’s command until your return. ”
Apparently that was the end of the conversation. Staring at the General another minute, she finally turned and walked out of the tent. She did not want to go back there. It had been four years since she left and rejoined the army. Trying to avoid anything that reminded her of him. They say time could heal all wounds, Ashlyd did not believe that. And if rumors were true, Prince Numair did not either.

The three day ride gave her more than enough time to think on things she never wanted to think about again. Ashlyd left the castle five years ago she had told herself she was never going back there. Yet here she was, summoned to the place that held so many good memories and some of the worse memories. The guards were silent most of the trip, letting her be in her own thoughts. Ashlyd was as nervous now as she was the first time her lover took her there to introduce her to his brothers, the princes.
Nevin, the eldest of the four brothers was already married a year by the time she arrived for that first visit. He was a good man, fair and just. A true born ruler. His wife, Alyssa, was a beautiful woman. Numair, the second eldest met his future wife not long after their first meeting. It was love at first sight and plans were quickly made to be wed. His bride-to-be, Jael, a sweet shy princess from a neighboring land. Morven, third eldest and the warrior of the family. It was on the battle field that she first met him and later fell in love. Mellic was the youngest brother. Like the eldest, he was a diplomat but more than that he was a scholar. Well educated on law and history.
Four brothers, four loves of their lives, and the only two survived were Numair and her. The first deaths Mellic was murdered, along with his new fiancé, in a ambush on the way to the castle. Alyssa and Jael were both assassinated less than three days later at the summer castle, Numair had been injured but survived. Nevin and his entourage were attacked on their way to the summer castle to check on his brother. He survived the immediate attack but later died of his wounds. Morven insisted on leading a unit against the enemy. The information all pointed to this was the right time. Too bad the information was bad. He was less than twenty feet from her when she watched fall. All of her efforts to get to him in time were in vain.
The escorts that had been with them, helped carry his body from the field and drag her back to the castle. She wanted to stay and seek revenge for his death but she was no match against the guards. They had been given orders if anything was to happen to him, she was to be taken to safety. With their prince dead, they refused to fail him his last wish. So she had returned to the castle with her lovers body.
Sheering her hair short in grief, the pain of the loss was worse than any wound she had ever received. There had been a lot of death in her life. Ashlyd had joined the army four years before meeting Morven. A lot of companions and friends, a few lovers, had fallen in that time. But none of those deaths came close to the impact that Morven’s death had. Within a fortnight of the funeral, she had gone in front of Numair and requested permission to rejoin a unit of the army. He had offered her a place at court, give her a title and land. It said it was the least he could do for his brother’s lover. Ashlyd had turned it down. She was not a Lady of the court, she could not survive in these walls. Besides as time went on, someone was bound to think it was time for “Prince Morven’s sleeper” to go back to her place and her response to that was not going to be good.

It was almost a year before she could go to bed without crying herself to sleep. A year before the grief eased enough that she could start to become herself again. In that time, the General did his best not to baby her but also find a balance to occupy her and force her to move on with her life. As time went on she found herself letting the grief go, exercise and constant movement helped. Work herself in exhaustion so she could not cry at night. And as bad as the loss of Morven had been on her, she could understand if some of the rumors about Prince Numair were true.
Ashlyd did not know how he had moved on with so much close death. The man had not only lost three brother but their mates as well. With his fiancé dead and no child. He was the last heir of the family. And she had left him too. Unable to stay in the castle and look at him. He looked so much like her dead love it would have been unbearable.
As she walked the stone walls she considered maybe he had not moved on. There were stories of violent behavior and strange outburst. Of course that might not be new. Morven had more than his share of violent outburst. He had also told her that no matter how gentle and kind his other brothers were, they had the same blood running through their veins. Taking a deep breath she said a silent prayer that she would quickly be returning to her unit.
“Lady Ashlyd Devika is here to see you Sire….”
“Officer Ashlyd Devika…” Calmly she corrected. Wondering how many times she would make that correction before she got tired and just let it slide.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Living the Night Life~ (Seeking Dom Male)

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(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
would love to do iwth with a couple different people...




~ Living the Night Life~

Stripper ^ Vampire(dom) ~ Living the Night Life~ She finished her act for the night and retreated to her room. Taking her usually recreational drugs she is nearly asleep when the bouncer knocks on the door telling her that someone is here to see her. Even through the haze of the drugs she is sure she told the bouncer that she was NOT taking additional clients. She does not yet know he is a vampire. At first she tires to tell him nicely that she is not a whore and does not take side clients. When he refuses to leave she stands up to make her point. The drugs make her slightly dizzy and she starts to fall. He catches her, pressing her body against his, he bites and begins to feed from her. Pulling away finally he helps her onto the bed. She still refuses sex. When he tries to force himself into her mouth she bites down drawing blood. Angry he cuts himself, forcing her to suck him and the blood till he cums. With the her blood loss and being forced to take his blood she later starts to turn into a vampire. (He may or may not fuck her during the change.) (During the change and while he rapes her, her mind may or may not break.)

Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~



Walking off stage, the click of her heels was lost amid the sound of the music and the yells of drunk men. The heels laced up half way up her calves to tie just below her knee and they were nearly the only clothing left o n her body. Bending over to pick her blouse, bra and skirt, another round of shouts went up. Ignoring the call for an encore she pulled on her satin rob and headed for her room.
In the back hallway she spotted Don, escorting a young gentleman to one of the rooms further down the hall. Some of the other women did not mind earning extra money on the side. Coming to her door she unlocked it and waited in the hallway as Don came toward her. Christelle left him with his usual message that she was not looking for extracurricular activities. By now he knew she did not see private clients but she reminded him every night.
Shutting the door softly she clicked the lock into place. She dropped her clothes on the table next to the door and moved to her bed. Halfway across the room she dropped the rob to the floor. Picking up the shirt on the bed, she pulled it over her head. She didn't seem to notice it just covered her breast. Another moment and she was pulling a small skirt up over the curves of her hips. Christelle did not bother unlacing her heels.
Dropping on to her bed she dug underneath the mattress for her the bag. Taking two pills out, she shoved the bag back in place. She swallowed the pills quickly laying back on the bed. It was only a matter of minutes before the pills took effect. Christelle was not aware of time passage but at some point she heard a knock. Rolling off her back she stared blankly at the door thinking it had to be her imagination.
“... knock knock.... Christelle... sweetheart.... You have a visitor..... Christelle....”
Watching the door open she could hardly believe it when Don stuck his head in the door. Blinking several times she thought she must be dreaming. He knew she did not take visitors or guest. It was an effort to sit up, swinging her legs off of the side of the bed. She was just about to tell Don to go away when he stepped back and let a stranger past. “... I... don't take... visitors.... I am sorry.... You will have to.... talk.... to one of the other girls.... ”

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Passage of time Heals~

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(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
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Resting her head against the window frame, she looked out the barred window. It would have been nice to feel the wind and sun on her skin, but few windows in the castle opened. Since that day three years, she did not have access to a room with windows that did not have heavy bars. There were very few times that she was allowed outside. Even then she had heavy chains on her wrist and guards that watched her very carefully. Master did not take the chance that she would try to escape. For the most part she had free reign of the castle, provided her escort guard was with her.
Anyone that might have seen her might say she was calm and collected as always. But inside she was a complete mess. Hands shaking, sick to her stomach, nervous, terrified. Today was the day. Like that day, he was not due in for a few more hours and each minute was like hell. Dragging on and on as she waited for his arrival. Three years and she was finally going to give him what he wanted. Another look at her wings.
It was not that she trusted him this day anymore than she did that day but she was tired. Three years she could have sworn she would endure whatever torture from him and never give him this one thing. Now she didn’t want to fight him anymore. She had already given him everything else years ago. Not all of it had been by force either. In fact he rarely asked her for anything. Even her wings, he had only asked once or twice, never pressing the issue. After that day, he never directly punished her for refusing to let him see them.
Always his punishment was fair and just. It was not to say that he did not occasionally go overboard with hurting her but it was not meant to be punishment, it was part of his pleasure in causing her pain. It was partly the reason she had so long refused to show him her wings. Master could easily damage them beyond repair. Or worse case, completely remove them. Shuddering at that thought, she fought to push down the sudden nausea.
These thoughts were going to make her loose her nerve. Not that Master would be disappointed; he did not yet know what she was planning. Three days she had been working on building up the nerve. Every time that she nearly talked her self out of doing this, she reminded herself she truly did not have that much to loose. If not to day, if not soon, it would come some day. It was not so much that she could not hold out, but she no longer had the desire to.
Hearing a faint sound behind her, she turned her head noticing Master propped against the door, watching her. Her breath caught in her throat, fear rushing through her body. This was almost the same as that first day. Heart beat a little too quickly, she turned her entire body toward him. Taking a step to him, she had to force the second and third step. Head bowed forward to look at the stone floor. Dark hair in her face, she was almost afraid to look at him, to see the look on his face. Finally falling to her knees, her wings spread as she fell. By the time she landed with a hard thud, her black wings were open. After a moment or two she let them settle against her back.
Time seemed to slow down to impossibly slow in the ensuing silence. “Master?” Whispering softly, she finally lifted her head a little to look at him. Unconsciously seeking some kind of reassurance.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Traitor for Love ~

Human ^ Vampire



Whimpering against his lips seemed to increase his hunger and desire for her. The slightest movement broke his attention from her. Trying to draw his attention back, it was already too late. His hearing was a lot better than her human ears. Breaking the kiss he started to turn his head, her eyes already moving. The silver blade cut off any further movement he might have made. When it came in contact with his skin, she could hear the slight burn. To his credit he did not flinch or make a sound.
Taking a deep breath, she moved slightly to separate herself from him. The assailant did not move to stop her and neither did her lover. A moment later, she felt her lovers hand move over her hand. His intent masked under the guise of stabilizing his balance. The blade at his neck did not move to stop the apparently innocent gesture.
Pulling her hand away, she took the dagger with her. He made the slightest move to catch it and the blade as his neck drew a bead of blood.
Confused, his eyes flicked from the doorway to her eyes. Intently she slide her hand and the dagger from beneath his grasp. Absently she handed the knife to the second man that walked into the room. About then he should realize her betrayal. Her eyes had moved from his face to watch the small drip of blood run down his neck and to his chest. She might not be vampire but she had learned to… appreciate… some aspects of his life.
Several more men came into the room slowly. The way they moved it was apparent they understood how fragile this situation was. They avoided doing anymore to draw his attention and anger from her to themselves. Using silver bindings, they bound his arms and wrists. Then and only then did the pull him up and off the bed. The entire time her green eyes never left him and he saw nothing in them. Only as they forced him to turn away from her did he even imagine to see a trace of regret on her face.
Once he was gone she rolled over to her stomach and laid her head on her hands. For several minutes she laid watching the empty door frame. There was little doubt if he could have gotten loose even for a just a moment, he would have hurt her bad. Although she was not sure if it would have only been a beating or rape too. It brought a sad smile to her face. For a while she laid still until she could not take it any more. She moved to the edge of the bed to get dressed. There were still things to be done today.
Despite the fact that she was the one to betray him, she was not trusted to walk around the compound on her own. A solider escort was assigned to her. Sweet talking and making every attempt to be charming. More interested in watching her body than watching where she wanted to go. Unfortunately the man felt that since she no longer had a man in her bed, she would want him. He could not have been more wrong. It took her almost three hours to lose him and slip away.
The guards at the dungeon were puzzled by her explanation that she wanted admittance. They tried to explain that she should not be bothered by such things. Standing in front of the duo, silently staring, they finally backed down. Apparently being simple soldiers they could not fathom her doing anything anyone would regret. She was the one that had handed the vampire over to them. They must not have gotten the message she was not to be trusted. If she could betray her lover, she could betray anyone.
The hall way was cool, a testament of being far under ground. Moving quickly, her feet made no sound on the stone floor. Though she was certain he knew she was coming. Stopping in front of the last cell, she stood for a moment, simply staring. Carefully she lifted her hands and placed them against the bars, the gently placed her forehead against the bars too.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~Of the Darkness~


(please pm me about plot and direction)





A cloaked figure ran through the halls. Two half orc creatures followed after her only a few paces behind. A delicate hand held the hood down but out of her eyes and despite the cloth she still moved silently and effortlessly. Her feet made no noise on the stone but her pursuers made enough noise for both parities. At first she had tried to find the usual halls back out but that was becoming harder and harder. So many corridors where beginning to confuse her at this speed and her mind could not focus more than to run. She knew she was lost but she could not stop now.
She really was not sure if she was in trouble again or if this had been some kind of test. Okay so she really was not suppose to be in the dungeons being nosy, but never had they chased her this far through the black corridors. This time she had not gone down to play, but a voice had called to her. She could not identify it but it called her name and it was so soft that she could not refuse. At some point the orcs caught her and so the game was on. Something was down there, someone, more than her usual plays toys and apparently she must have gotten too close.
Then again maybe the Dark God simply got tired of letting her down there. Some time ago she had learned how to go down to the dungeons and some of the creatures where very fun to play with or torture. For the most part no one ever bothered her except on occasion when she might try to play with the wrong one. Even that was no more than being chased from the dungeons for the day or night. And she was always back with a few days like nothing had happened.
She had never met her lord but she knew of him well and surely he must have known about her as well though he never called on her. with her games she thought he must mind overly much if he had never had any more done than her chased away. She didn’t think patience was high on his list of good qualities. Despite the normal beatings, torture and such she pretty much was left alone for what reason she was unsure. It had always set her on edge but she tried not to let it get to her.
As most of his servants she had some training though most of hers consisted of flying or running. Someone, maybe it was her mother (she could barely remember for sure) had taught her some of the finer points to torture and games. By time anyone paid any attention to her they were chasing her. It often seemed she meant little or nothing to any of his other servants, which was fine by her. She had two options from there, stay still try and fight then get beat or to run.
As a child she had learned to fight but her skills were lacking compared to some of the others and though stubborn the pain did eventually break her will enough to let her flee. Well she was well broke and willing to serve but she still had trouble standing still to let someone hit her. She guessed, surely, the Dark God had a purpose for her someday because those without a purpose were useless and normally discarded.
To date she thought he had been kind enough to her if only because her wings where still intact. The only thing she had of value was her wings in which she had been born with. The corridors where too small for her wings to be of any use so she ran. Now she was becoming scared, the chase was wearing on her and she guessed they did not mean to simply talk with her. She had been too fortunate so far for anything good to come of them catching her.
As her strength was starting to wane she finally started to recognize things again but her direction was not good as far as she was concerned. Her only though was whether they had purposely chased her here or if her own ignorance and fear and lead her feet. A hard left turn led her to another and only her outstretched hands saved her from hitting the wall so hard.
A few feet more and she barely missed two men in the hall. She managed to slide past them though in her attempt not to hit either she tripped herself in her cloak and hit her knees hard before skidding into the wall. The men seemed alarmed and she scrambled to her feet in time to see the orcs nearly stopped into their tracks. Apparently they did not think to try and get past these men as she had. She was not sure if she was suppose to run or if they had enough. She didn’t even have enough sense to stammer an apology for interrupting the men for nearly running them over.
Watching the orcs for a moment her back against the wall, all of the pain started to sink into her conscious mind. Slipping back to her knees her vision blurred some and her breath came in heavy sobs. Coughing between breaths and sobs her mind felt like it did after one of the lessons, somewhere between death and breaking.
She had been foolish and the chase had taken too much out of her. Never had she ran for so long and her stomach was trying to turn and empty. She managed to sop herself if only because she knew the punishment. Something on the unconscious level told her if the orcs ran from the two nearby she might do well to do the same, only her body wouldn’t respond. The hood of her cloak shielded her face as she rocked on her knees trying to calm her body and mind long enough to maybe function.