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Areas / Re: Pine Garden

« on: November 13, 2019, 11:57:46 AM »

Haluth:

The human's struggle was futile; the difference in strength was just too much. It wasn't long before Haluth secluded the two of them behind a dumpster between the warehouses 16 and 17. Now was the time for the She-CLaw to make her master proud! "Me ask questions," Haluth hissed into her victim's ear, "You scream, die! Die!"

To legitimize her threat, she dug her claws lightly into their points of contact, drawing a small amount of blood under each finger...


"-ight, who the fuck dropped this crate?!"

Frank long learned that if Haluth were to go AWOL, he only had to follow the commotion. A foreman yelling at his crew over a box of broken perfume was a good start. "Somebody's head is gonna roll for this!" the mustached man's ranting continued.

Horrigan approached the now small crowd of workers without speaking a single word, mind already working over the evidence in front of him. The startled laborers parted, making way for the much larger brute. Despite taking a step back, the foreman found his balls, "You shouldn't be here!"

Frank only peered down onto the tiny man, whom promptly cowered back...

The supermutant then peered down the alley, judging it to be the most likely route Haluth would have taken from here. Maybe she was going through the trash like the animal she is? Wordlessly, the left the terrified workers behind, making his way to the somewhat-dark passage.

Silana:

The raven haired woman stiffened, wincing from the evident pain. It stung, and it hurt, those claws. She could tell they could hurt... the cold tendrils of fear coursed through her, but she pushed them back. Her struggle died down, and she was in a place where perhaps she could unleash her total (non-)existent powers! But not when claws were for her throat.

Slowly, she nodded her head, awaiting the moment her lips were free to speak through.

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Areas / Re: Pine Garden

« on: October 29, 2019, 01:32:18 PM »

Haluth:

Now the she-claw was certain - this woman was going to attack Master! Haluth quickly checked her surroundings, making sure the other workers had their backs conveniently turned. Then she pounced on the unsuspecting woman...

A pair of clawed, scaly hands shot out from the pile of rags, one wrapping around the woman's face, the other around her stomach. Once her target was secured, the towering Haluth started to quickly drag her prey into a secluded space between Warehouse 16 and 17.


Horrigan:

With considerable effort to not just demolish the doorway, the supermutant Frank Horrigan squeezed through the opening. He quickly realized once outside that Haluth wasn't at her post...

Damn that creature.

Silana:

"Bulk, they sulk, and then they bu-WEH?!" Silana's own delusional soliloquy broke. How could she, one who was closest to humans in all physical aspects, tell that she was being stalked and preyed upon, after all? Her words were muffled, and she began to panic and writhe. Her hands clutched at the clawed hands, tugging against them, with her human strength, intending to pull and pry them off her face and break away. Delusion broke free to ingrained panic, as she started kicking and elbowing whatever grasped her, heedless of how there was a disparity of strength between her and her now-captor.

The box she carried long dropped and broke upon the ground, threatening her livelihood.

Her feet trailed on the ground, tractioning on the floor hard to bring about friction. She was not intending to make this easy on her captor, on the thing dragging her away. "Mrrrphhh!"

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Areas / Re: Pine Garden

« on: October 22, 2019, 02:44:48 PM »

Haluth:

"-that's fine, I am ready for it all."

Through the bustle and hubbub, Haluth picked that up. Her face snapped to the direction she heard it come from, eyes eventually resting upon a woman carrying a box. Was master's contact going to double cross them? Are these people here actually enemies?

Glancing back at the door, the she-claw wasn't sure what to do. Master ordered her to stay here, and he doesn't like it when she goes against his wishes. But master also values initia-intitch- What was that word again? Initiation, that's right! If she takes the initiation, he might even praise her!

And so, Haluth decided to take the initiation, abandoning her post to stalk the woman.

Silana:

Meanwhile, Silana was unaware of her recent stalker. Her mind was already drawn elsewhere as the tedium of work had left her rather mentally inert, dragged to her own little world. Her job was just that boring, inglorious, and trivial. Anyone on the dime and penny can do what she does, and then some more.

"He won't see it coming..." She promised in her muttering, imagining some foe she will triumph over. Perhaps a demon lord that she'll vanquish, or some alien overlord that she'll foil. Get a big name, all of that. "But I have no fear, for I was chosen for this...!" Silana muttered some more. "He's big... he's strong, but I have an ace up my sleeves. Yeah... my secret power. He won't see it coming, that brute..." The bigger they were, the harder they fall, she thought, already picturing the alien to be a purple guy with some golden gauntlet that she'll somehow triumph over in her mind in a place called imaginary land.

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Areas / Re: Pine Garden

« on: October 16, 2019, 12:00:44 PM »

Silana

When one lives in this place that they have, they often lose a lot of wonder when it comes to the more unusual things of this realm. This was no different with Silana, who had long lost such lustre, but in its place, was a delusion that she was the most special of them all, even if she was tame by comparison. Such were the thoughts that dominated her as she worked on picking through the boxes. Whether it was through providence, or Silana's own day-dreaming, she missed the utterly unmistakeable figures of the American supersoldier and his pet murder-beast.

Her thoughts were rather dominated by her saving the world, as she unleashed her bandaged cursed right arm and other impossibilities that had little to do with her true capabilities... which is to say, nothing like her fantasies.

"Heh heh..." Drool trailed past her lips, her eyes glazed over vacantly as she carried over a box past Warehouse 16, past the Deathclaw, and towards a gaggle of other boxes workers were stacking up. "Beware Black Recall... the hero is here... money... gold... all of it. I can feel evil in the air. No doubt they're after me. But that's fine, I am ready for it all." She muttered to herself, heedless of the valuable and rather expensive contents that were jiggling in the box she was carrying.

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Cross Effects / Re: Character Sheet Thread

« on: July 25, 2019, 01:27:22 AM »

Name: Silana.

Race: Immortal (Base Human).

Age: Appears in her 20's.

Height: 5'9" ft.

Weight: Normal.

Appearance:



Physical Attributes

Strength: Human.

Agility: Human.

Durability: Human.

Magic: N/A.

Magic Resistance: N/A.

Other Abilities:

Immortal: When one thinks of immortality, they think of the great things that come with the parcel, such as the obvious perpetual youth, powers beyond reckoning, unkillability, and perhaps followers that teem within thousands slaving for you. Silana seemed to have missed the memo, as she'd only gotten two things out of this. Perpetual youth and invincibility... if one regards what she has that. She will never age, and she will always remain the same. Unfortunately, that also means that things like tattoos won't stick, her hair won't grow, and if shaven, it will merely regrow back. She had an even worse deal in that although she is unkillable, she has nothing else going for her. Damage she sustained will regenerate almost instantly back to the way that she was, often originating from the head if she was decapitated down to the last cell, and even without that, she will reform anyways in the face of complete obliteration. This also means cybernetic implants and all that shebang is just not feasible for her. It also means that all kinds of exercise, any kinds of activities to improve the body and bulk her up won't work. She is in perpetual stasis, with no means to resort to exercise to improve for instance, meaning she will always remain the same no matter what she tries to indulge in. Her lack of potential in magic means she can in no way cultivate it either. In short, she drew the short stick of immortality. Although this does not mean she does not get tired, fatigued, or suffer such maladies like that, odd as that selective criteria is. Although, if blighted by a disease, it will not remain on her for long as her body reverts back to its original condition absent of it.

Equipment:

Switchblade: A simple thing she uses for self-defence, unfortunately she doesn't have the resources to attain more.

Origin: Although she carries herself off as a native of Nexus, as if she'd known all the lingo of the realm, Silana is in fact a foreigner like many others, having fallen into the realm by way of an accident she could not recall, yet oddly she'd only been a resident of the realm for a year. Ever since that, she'd tried to make something of a name out of herself, coming up with business ventures and the like that all got her put into an enormous debt. Every single one of them had failed, that she had to resort to something she'd never thought she ever should -- manual labour. That it was estimated it would take a millennia for her to pay off her enormous debts given her salary. Her only solace from this economic misery was that she started indulging in escapism whenever she can, to a point she became delusional of who she was, thinking of herself far more impressive than she really is. This soon reflected itself in her attire and mannerism, as she continues to take on risks that accrued even greater debts, particularly to the underworld of Nexus.

Weakness: Inability to improve her body, human baseline and all susceptibilities associated with it.

Likes: Money, Gambling, Risks, Video Games, Good Food, Thrill Seeking, Indolence.

Dislikes: Poverty, Loss (not the comic), Being Blackmailed, Bad Food, When Things Go Wrong, Being Forced to Work, Debts.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: March 06, 2019, 05:07:16 PM »

The Butcheress

The Torture-Surgeon was a rather strong woman. Well strong enough to lift Sakura up with a hand along her throat. She did so when she stood up, bringing her captive up with her. The Butcheress held her out, pressing her thumb along the Matou's throat, and she pressed down hard, constricting her airways. She parts her face away from her prisoner's face, licking her lips wet in relish.

"Try to breathe, Fraulein." She mocked.

Soon, she eased her thumb from Sakura's throat after pressing it down hard, and likewise she eased her grapple over her throat. It seemed a mercy, yet the Butcheress had other plans. She waited for Sakura to try to swallow as much air as possible, if she could, before balling up a fist from her free hand. With a powerful pound, her knuckles impacted against Matou's belly with force enough to take the air out of her and afterwards? The Nazi Doktor leaned in to seal Sakura's lips with a kiss. Her tongue invaded the purple haired girl's mouth, licking every recesses greedily... denying her the opportunity to breathe air that she sorely needed.

The blonde kept at this, watching the Matou with wide open eyes for her reaction as she violates her mouth with that forceful kiss.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: January 10, 2019, 07:22:26 AM »

The Butcheress

Sakura would not be able to see this, unless she really peeled her eyes, but Bathory smiled. She felt an odd tingling at her crotch as her prisoner suffered miserably. Bathory Mengele licked her lips behind her mask once more as her prisoner seemed to find the experience intolerable, and she could see this, she could see this very clearly. The Butcheress loved this feeling, she loved watching it, and out of a desire to deny her prisoner any sight of her own arousal, she refused to touch herself at the sight, but it was obvious she enjoyed this for the way her eyes lit up in delight at the Matou's misery.

The blonde woman tilted the candle, and still, droplets went down, trickling on the sensitive if not ample breasts with heated fluids that scorched upon touch. It would not give the former Tohsaka any refuge for even a second. Afterwards, the Nazi woman sets aside the candle on a nearby surface, and leaves it standing on its base, torch wick still on fire.

The blonde slipped her surgical mask off below her chin, and revealed her face. It was by no means disfigured, nor in any way ugly, her lower face was fair looking, although it seemed her lips were thinner than most, giving her the appearance of being austere, but no less fair for it. It helped hide the monster that did not deserve to wear such a beautiful skin.

Going on her knee, the Butcheress grasped Sakura by her throat, and squeezed, and she squeezed hard with her right palm. The blonde brings the former Tohsaka close, and once she was, the Nazi Doctor licks at Sakura's face, licking off her tears whilst wearing a grin.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: May 22, 2018, 03:36:30 AM »

The Butcheress

It was a Sisyphian task, what with Sakura having to tug off the boots with but her teeth when it was snugly fitted around Bathory's feet. The boot refused to budge much aside from a few inches, a futile task that Sakura's teeth could not manage besides that. In itself, it was admirable that she could budge the boots only a few inches, but it was not the way Bathory had seen this, not by any measure. Her face was the image of calmness, she did not show much of an emotion, and it helped she had her surgical mask on obscuring her emotions. She merely looked at Sakura in a flat manner, before reaching her fingers over to the edge of her boots, only to tug it back on...

And then with the sole of her boot, she shoved it at Sakura's face and shoved her back with a mighty push.

Soon, she walked on over to the table and pulled out a candle stick from its top, and from her pocket -- a lighter. There was a sinew sticking out of the candle stick, one where one would light it up, which she did just that with her lighter, before walking on over to Sakura with a lit candle. With neither prompt nor a word, she shoved Sakura to the ground with her feet again, almost kicking her, before planting said sole on her throat. The Butcheress had no inclinations of mercy for the Matou, not by any means.

She waited for the candle to start melting before tipping said candle on over to drip wax on Sakura's breasts. Red wax, they were, droplets of them fell onto the purple haired one's mounds, some had hit that, and others had landed on her nipples.

Bathory merely regaled her sight with anticipation of the Matou's agony.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: May 15, 2018, 11:51:38 PM »

The Butcheress

Sakura would find the taste of the boots filled with a cocktail of unsavoury flavours, ranging from her own feminine juices, the taste of grime that came from stepping on the floor, and for some odd reason, the state of sterilized fluids that would no doubt make her dizzy, as if intoxicated on booze, but it was mild by comparison. This would go on without the Butcheress acting, but the woman turned more and more incensed as she watched her prisoner indulge her tastebud with the flavour of her soles. She did not let a smile appear on her face, this was not something she wanted to reward, this was something she expected to be done without question instead.

"Gut." Came her interjected German, it would be understandable to those well versed in English anyways. "Now... bite hard and try to take off my boot with your teeth. Do it in..." She pulled back the sleeve of her uniform top, revealing a watch on her forearm. It was a necessity given she wore long gloves. "One minute. I'll be timing you." She never took off her eyes from the watch as she ordered this.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: April 06, 2018, 03:20:47 AM »

The Butcheress

Naturally the Butcheress regarded Sakura with a stony expression, before snorting derisively. She didn't exactly care much for such words right now, instead, she brought up her heel and pressed it into Sakura's snatch. The heel pressed into those folds, slipping inside briefly before pulling out. She pressed her heeled foot next on the breast, before letting the high heel flick against the purple haired one's left nipple. The sensation should be heightened, unbearably so, with all those motions, though slight, would have been magnified immensely because of the aphrodisiac.

"Then... I want you to lick this." Bathory drawled in her thick German accent. "Lick the underside of my boot with your tongue. Clean it, and leave not a spot untouched. Do it."

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: April 06, 2018, 02:00:31 AM »

The Butcheress

The blonde surgeon of terror looked down on the purple haired Japanese woman, and found herself licking her lips from behind her surgical mask, appreciating the sight, the quivering mess she left behind, all those marks of torture she indulged... it was a thing of beauty. She pulled the table on and over, before picking up a horse whip. It should serve as an adequate tool for what may follow soon... personally, she thought that Sakura did well to defer to her as a superior, but then that wouldn't do if she let the Matou get too complacent.

So, without another question, she approaches Sakura, places the tip of her heeled boot against the Matou's shoulder, and shoves her back with a kick, soon, her foot then plants itself on either thighs, and kicks them aside in a wide spread.

"That is not how you should address me." Bathory Mengele brought out in her thick German accented English. Without preamble nor warning, she struck Sakura between her legs, whipping her across her snatch as the end of the horsewhip stung the purple haired one's clitoris. It was done thrice. "It should be you begging me for more of this. I will not have you ask me what I want, because it is obvious what I desire." She harshly ground out.

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Role Playing / Re: Velvet Room (NSFW, NSFBdoom)

« on: April 06, 2018, 01:30:17 AM »

The Butcheress

For the past few days, the deranged surgeon had taken to keeping her captive under her tight control, keeping her cooper up, and observing her side project. It was of a result she knew rather well, but all the same she had done it out of, suffice to say, boredom and innate sadism. For the time being, she had a decent breakfast, it was morning, but in the basement, time would have little meaning there, what with it practically being isolated from all semblances of time, the occupant within unable to tell if it were night or day, midday or dusk, and so on and so forth.

Garbed in her raiment, an officer's uniform in immaculate white, and a cleaned medical apron, large gloves, surgical mask and her cap, she fixed her clothes before taking with her a wheeled table into the room proper. She opened the door, before closing it behind herself. It was the only source of light that came into the room.

Soon, she reached over to flick the light switch, and overhead the lamp shined a blinding light in the once pitch black room, no doubt it would be somewhat painful to gaze at after hours at a time spent in complete and utter darkness.

"I see you have been adjusting rather well to my regimen, Fraulein." Came the thick, German accented English from Sakura's tormentor as she stood by the closed door, wheeled table by her side. "Which is good. I do not tolerate obstinacy nor stubbornness to what I prescribe. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"