~ Violent Doll Baby Seeking Sadistic Male ~

~ 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...
~ 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

Death does not bother me.... As long as we discussed and agreed about my character dying before hand.... I also do not mind broken bones, or blindness.....


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.




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)

~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…”

~ Living the Night Life~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(.... 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.... ”

~ Passage of time Heals~
(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)
...





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.

~Prince's Request ~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(.... 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.

~ Centaurian Master ~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(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.

~ The Cure~

Watching as he began to set up the IV for her. Bag on the pole first, then the fun part with the needle. Her skin as sanitized as possible, she looked away as he moved the needle to her skin. While she did not mind giving IVs she hated receiving them. A slight jump was her only reaction to the prick in the back of her hand. After a deep breath she nodded her head and he turned the switch that let the drip begin. Resting her arm on her stomach, she settled onto the hard medical table to wait.
Closing her eyes she rested, listening to the sounds of his movements. He had moved away from her to continue his to her work. Jael became aware of a slight tingle just under her skin on the arm with the IV. This must have been one of the side effects she had heard about. Starting to move her hand, she felt his grip pull her hand to the side of the bed, a moment later a cuff closed around it. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. He was already moving away, apparently satisfied she would leave it alone now. Staring at him she started to argue but decided to let it go.
It was only a few minutes before the feeling started to increase, turning from annoying to mildly painful. Feeling the table shaking beneath her, she became aware that it was her body that was shaking. Another episode was starting. d**n. Cursing under her breath. This was a nutsty time. As the minutes went by the pain became worse and worse, like acid running and heating her veins. Becoming restless she started to squirm on the bed.
The pain was starting to become unbearable. Looking up she noticed the bag was not even half empty yet. By the time it emptied she would be in well into a hallucination. That was not good. The pain would amplify the hallucination. Slightly panicked, she started to remove the IV. Before she even had a chance, his vise grip was once again on her wrist, pulling her hand away from her arm and down. Twisting suddenly to stop him, she knew he was going to cuff her other hand down.
“No! No! It’s starting again! Let me go!”
Shaking her head violently, she ended up on her stomach beneath him, struggling to free herself. He was too strong, too powerful for her stop. The cuff closed with finality and he moved off of her. Screaming out in frustration, she ranked but it did not move. Settling down for a moment, thinking that if she relaxed the pain would stop. It didn’t, it steadily got worse. Jael was becoming desperate. Either she had to get the needle out of her arm or find a distraction from the pain.
On that thought, she wiggled up in the bed. Just enough so that her hand could move to the zipper of hear jeans. Minimal struggle with button, her hand soon was inside the cloth, beneath her panties. She tried to bury her fingers inside of her sex. It didn’t matter if he was in the room, all that mattered was some kind of relief to ease the pain. Some might say it was the sleeper in her, but at the moment all she could feel in her was acid in her veins. Whimpering, the way her hand was cuffed, she could not get the penetration she was seeking.
Sliding off the bed, it pulled her IV arm straight but put her closer to her hand. It still was not enough but it helped some. Resting her head against the arm rail, she continued to find just the right position. Figuring her body was lithe, that she was capable contorting. That some how she would find a way.

~ Warrior Rag Doll~

Warrior ^ Enemy Warrior(dom) ~ Warrior Rag Doll~ After battle she is captured. (She may be sold into slavery) Or (She is passed around the camp for everyones use) or (She is taken by a high ranking officer for his personal use.)


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 ~~~


Kitra woke slowly, staring up at the blue sky. Taking a few minutes to collect her mind she was surprised to realize the time was later than what she thought it should have been. The battle had gone through most of the night and even at sun rise there had been little chance of it stopping. The last time she knew it was close to noon, but looking at the sky it seemed more like near supper.
Slowly she looked around the field, trying not to draw any attention. The sounds of the battle had faded but that did not mean the enemy was still not close. From her limited view she could see a few man standing farther away. The men were not familiar to her and after a second glance she could tell they were not her men. She guessed the battle had not gone well.
Keeping still she wondered her odds of escaping, of not becoming just another prisoner of this war. When she reminded herself that simply laying there might get her the same fate if someone stumbles across her. Slowly rolling herself over she waited to see if anyone noticed. The seconds ticked by so slowly. Pushing herself up to her knees and then to her feet she broke out in a dead run, heading away from the men and in the direction she knew her own armies retreat should be.
Behind her, Kitra could hear footsteps closer than what was possible. Her body did not want to move as hard as she was trying to push it. The battle had taken more out of her then the little nap she must have just woke from. Too quickly she knew she had to stop and turn to fight or she was simply going to be run over. Turning, trying to draw her weapon, she realized her mistake too late.
First mistake was whoever was chasing her was too close. Second she had not picked up her sword and her only weapon was a set of dagger. Before her eyes could register her attacker she felt his crash into her and the sound of metal bending. The momentum of both their bodies carried her rolling across dead bodies. The momentum carried him off of her and several yards away.
His shoulder colliding with her must have bent the metal out of shape. Her amour was not meant to withstand such hard blows, only keep the arrows out of her body. She could barely breath, her breast plate was pressing against her chest and cutting off her air supply. Crawling at the fasteners, in her panic her hands kept slipping and it took longer than it should have for her to pry the plate off of her.
Her attacker was up and approaching her with caution before she had finished unfastening the chest plate. She was attempting to scramble to her feet when she felt a hand entangled in her hair, pulling her back down. In surprise she yelped and then felt his blade come against her neck. Kitra raised her hands to show she was not fighting anymore.
A call somewhere over her shoulder caught his attention and she too advantage of his distraction. She tried to shove her elbow into his groin and it was enough of a distraction that his grip loosened and the blade moved slightly. The time gap was enough for her to stand. His metal gauntlet to her face sent her reeling back to the ground. For several moments everything went black
Footsteps were coming closer and closer now, whatever escape she had hoped for was not likely now. Finding no use to trying to get up she laid on the ground holding her cheek. A boot to her ribs forced her to curl into a more protective ball.

~ Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital ~

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 ~~~

Mental Patient(switch) ^ Mental Patient(switch/dom) ~Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ Krista is not mentally insane, where as she knows right from wrong and is coherent. She can be violent and has sadomasochistic tendencies, though not a real threat to the general public. Often she comes off as dominate and unwilling to cooperate without "persuasion". If someone worth while pushes back and shows control she tends to be very submissive. She likes to constantly test that control though. Krista has been in the hospital for almost two years, her parents thought it best. And Doctor Pytka has kept her there. One of her first months in the ward he raped her and has continued to have sex with her during her stay, though these days she is usually the one wanting it. He has started refusing because rumors have started to surface about miss conduct with some of his female patients. Cian.... (if you prefer you can change the name, I tend to like unusual names) is also a patient in the mental ward. Similar to her where he is not actually mentally insane, just very different. I will leave the particulars up to you about his personality and issues. Krista is mostly assuming he tends to be violent and dominate. Some kind of violent act is probably what got him admitted. Maybe also with sadomasochistic tendencies. They escape the hospital? Continue their games in the hospital? Somehow black mail the doctor in to releasing them? There was an idea that they escape and kidnap the doctors family as punishment for all the wrong he has done? Or just escape and go on a killing spree? Maybe even Cian teams up with the "good doctor" against her?
Mental Patient(switch) ^ Doctor(dom) ~Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ Krista is not mentally insane, where as she knows right from wrong and is coherent. She can be violent and has sadomasochistic tendencies, though not a real threat to the general public. Often she comes off as dominate and unwilling to cooperate without "persuasion". If someone worth while pushes back and shows control she tends to be very submissive. She likes to constantly test that control though. Krista has been in the hospital for almost two years, her parents thought it best. And Doctor Pytka has kept her there. One of her first months in the ward he raped her and has continued to have sex with her during her stay, though these days she is usually the one wanting it. He has started refusing because rumors have started to surface about miss conduct with some of his female patients.
Mental Patient(switch) ^ Doctor(dom) ^ Mental Patient(switch) ~Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ Krista is not mentally insane, where as she knows right from wrong and is coherent. She can be violent and has sadomasochistic tendencies, though not a real threat to the general public. Often she comes off as dominate and unwilling to cooperate without "persuasion". If someone worth while pushes back and shows control she tends to be very submissive. She likes to constantly test that control though. Krista has been in the hospital for almost two years, her parents thought it best. And Doctor Pytka has kept her there. One of her first months in the ward he raped her and has continued to have sex with her during her stay, though these days she is usually the one wanting it. He has started refusing because rumors have started to surface about miss conduct with some of his female patients. Cian.... (if you prefer you can change the name, I tend to like unusual names) is also a patient in the mental ward. Similar to her where he is not actually mentally insane, just very different. I will leave the particulars up to you about his personality and issues. Krista is mostly assuming he tends to be violent and dominate. Some kind of violent act is probably what got him admitted. Maybe also with sadomasochistic tendencies. They escape the hospital? Continue their games in the hospital? Somehow black mail the doctor in to releasing them? There was an idea that they escape and kidnap the doctors family as punishment for all the wrong he has done? Or just escape and go on a killing spree? Maybe even Cian teams up with the "good doctor" against her?



I have a fantasy plot that includes two patients from a Mental hospital. The Guy is dom, the Girl switch. The doctor that has been taking care of her has raped her almost since the start of her admittance. The male patient breaks himself and the girl out of the hospital. After a night together he explains that they are going to get revenge on the “good doctor.” Later the next day he drives them to the doctors house where the doctors wife, 22 year old daughter (in college for computer science), 24 year old son (he is a med student underneath his father.) The wife has been ignoring her husbands cheating all this time, and the male mental patient “convinces” her this is the way to get back at her husband. The daughter is easily persuaded (besides she has always had a crush on her father.) The son might take a little more work to persuade but quickly finds he does not have much option but to behave. When the doctor comes home he is tied up and the fun begins.
I think it would be really hot if the daughter is a virgin and her first time is with her daddy buried deep inside of her, with her brother fucking her ass. It kinda goes from there....


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 overhead lights were turned off. The glass window in the door had its curtains slightly pushed aside just enough to let a small stream of light in the room. She had no outside window to see out, which made the door the only exit to her room. The walls around her were stark white and completely bare. Her bed sheets were white to match the wall.
Everything looked so clean and undisturbed. No pictures on the wall, no decorations or anything personal. There were rules and somethings were allowed but she didn't really want them. She didn't really need them. Besides brining personal things and decorations gave others a glimpse into her world. That was not something she wanted.
The tile on the floor was white with light blue and pink specking to add a dash of color to the room. A slight warm breezed moved through the room, its source was a small vent in the wall close to the door. The nurses had learned to let her keep her room little warmer than what they thought was necessary. She had several serious fights with the nurses about having 3 extra blankets or keep the room warmer. After considering she might use the extra blankets as a weapon or to hide a potential weapon, doctors agreed on adjusting the temperature.
Krista sat quietly on her bed. Her eyes were staring at the wall beside her, but her mind was else where. In the silence of her room she could hear quiet conversations outside of her door and even further down the hall at the nurses station. None of that really mattered, it was just a soft but constant buzz. Her thoughts were somewhere between the voices in her mind and a vague awareness of her surroundings.
She noticed when the voices outside the door started getting louder. Male nurses arguing with another "patient". A smile slowly moved across her lips as she recognized the voice of the patient. It was enough motivation for her to actually stand up and move to the door. She pushed the curtains aside and had to pause and blink against the harsh lights of the hallway.
The confrontation was not that far down the hall, but she could not see Cian through the ring of male nurses. She could see one of them reaching toward him. Cian's voice was soft but carried the warning the other man was not to touch him. She could not see what he did but the nurse staggered backward. A flash of navy blue crossed her window and once it passed she recognized Doctor Pytka.
The thought of Doctor Pytka joining into the fight was just about enough motivation for her to actually open her door and step out for a better view. Before she could move, the doctor was staggering back and one of the other nurses catching him. Giggling softly she pressed her face a little harder against the glass window. She thought Doctor Pytka must have forgotten himself, because she knew he knew better.
Trying to recover he was holding his jaw but trying to tell the nurses to back away from Cian. Krista knew once no one was trying to touch him, Cian would calm down, but till then there was not enough muscle in the entire hospital to control him. Once they finally all stepped back, Cian slowly relaxed and moved out of a defensive position.
When Doctor Pytka could right himself he gave very specific instructions to two nurses to escort Cian back to his room, and that did not include touching him. Cian's room was down the hall from hers, so they had to walk past her room. She stayed in the window watching. He already knew she was there, to hide would mean she was ashamed and she was not. His green eyes met her brown eyes for a long moment and then he was past the door and the contact had to end.
Sometimes she got the feeling he would start a little show so close to her room just to get her attention. She rarely left her room so he did not get many chances to see her. It was her own doing she did not venture out to the recreation room or seek the company of others.
As she moved back to her bed she wondered if the show truly was for her or if she was just imagining things again. The nurses often told her the world did not turn for her. Krista slowly resumed her place on the bed watching the wall and going back to her thoughts, every once in a while her thoughts would stray to him. When she closed her eyes she could still see his eyes watching her.
The next time her thoughts were interrupted, her door was opening. She already knew it would be Doctor Pytka, she had heard his quiet conversation with a female nurse as he came toward her door. She did not flinch as the light spilled in the door but she was forced to closer her eyes as he turned on the overhead lights. A moment later she could hear the soft click of the door shutting. It made her wonder what this visit was going to be about. Slowly her eyes opened so she could adjust to the new flood of light.
"Must you keep turning the lights off? Your not a vampire, you don't need to live in the dark...."
Her head did not turn but her eyes shifted to look at him. Even him being across the room, she could see where Cian had busted his lip open. It looked like it hurt, but apparently he was feeling better since she did not pick up on any accent or hesitation as he spoke. A slow smile spread across her lips and he must have guessed why because he frowned at her.
It reminded her of the first time she found out about Cian. The good Doctor had come to see her and his lip had been busted open then too. She had pestered him restlessly till he told her what happen. Even then she had to wait another week before she had finally heard one of the nurses talking about him, and before she got her first glimpse of him. Like today she had stood at the window in her door and watched him walk past.
He had known she was standing there. She had read the look of curiosity in his eyes, and it must have been a reflection of what he saw in hers. In those few moments she recognized he wasn't "mentally ill" like many of the patients at Mercy Hall, he was like her. It wasn't like demon possession but something very inhuman lived behind those eyes. She knew because the something similar resided in her and it recognized him.
Since then she had gone out of her way, short of leaving her room too seek him out, to see him when he was nearby. The good Doctor, probably wish it was not so. Cian had bloodied his lip three times since then. It was one of the reason she was beginning to think he was showing off for her. He must have guessed she found it romantic.
Krista giggled softly to herself, finally she gave Doctor Pytka her full attention. Reaching out her hand to him her amused smile slowly slipping to more needing, like she knew why he had closed the door and the curtain on the small window. He stood near the door looking at her disapprovingly. The look in his eyes said he knew exactly what she wanted.
"Come on... Its been so long.... please... ummm.... do you want me to beg?"
She could already see the heat rising in his cheeks but that was his only reaction to her words. Slowly something crossed his face and she realized he was planning on ignoring her request. Watching she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Don't say no to me... You started this.... your not just going to end it now...."
"The Board is beginning to have suspicions.... I am not loosing my license because of a......"
As his words trailed off she came off the bed, standing up in a blur of motion. She watched as he flinched. Somewhere deep down, he had to know she wasn't insane, that there was something else going on with her, but insanity was the only way he could justify it rationally. Once in a while she liked to shake up that belief. Then again, once in a while she simply forgot herself.
She moved toward him slowly. He held her eyes for only a moment before he finally looked away from her, as if he was ashamed. When she reached out to touch his face, he moved aside. Anger crossed her face and in response she moved to backhand him. Her wrist connected with his open palm, and she felt his grip tighten on her. For a moment she only stared at him wide eyed. He had barely been able to see her move before and he should not have been able to stop her.
Krista was still staring at him dumbfounded when he returned the favor with a backhand of his own. She did not try to stop him, her mind was still confused that he had been able to stop her. He let go of her as she stumbled backward from the force of the blow. She ended up on the edge of the bed holding her jaw. It wasn't broken but it hurt, normally it might not have been unexpected but her mind kept telling her it was suppose to be him reeling.
"I have had about all the games from you and your little shadow twin..."
Slowly she turned her eyes from the floor to look at him. She didn't have to ask who he was referring to her. It was not the first time the good doctor had referred to Cian as her "little shadow twin." She thought it was cute, she wasn't sure if Cian would have liked it, though it made her wonder what her nickname was with Cian. If Doctor Pytka knew she liked it, he probably wouldn't have used it anymore.
She could not think of anything useful to say, at least nothing nice, so she kept her mouth shut as he made notes in her chart. Knowing him, another incident of her "self-destructive behavior." By chance she found out from one of the nurses that she had a rather long running history of hurting herself to get attention. The dates just happen to coincide with days she had hit Doctor Pytka or he had hit her.
Krista watched him till he turned and walked out. He at least remembered to turn the light back off before he shut the door. Even after he was gone she sat and watched the door for a few moments. Just outside the door she could hear the good doctor he was going to take a lunch break then he would be back to finish his weekly check-ups.
After the earlier injury she guessed Doctor Pytka was probably trying to put off his visit to Cian. Krista knew the doctor did 4 patient check ups a day, Cian and her had the same day. Sometimes if she had an especially rough time with a nurse or argument with the good doctor, she would leave red marks on Doctor Pytka's wrist or give him a fat lip. It would make her giggle to know the doctor would be going to see Cian soon after.
She didn't do it to show possession or to tease Cian, she did it to get to Doctor Pytka. Apparently, like herself, Cian had a habit of asking where the bruises and marks came from. The good doctor hated talking about the injuries. And it was kind of an unspoken game between Cian and herself.
Doctor Pytka use to go to Cian's room first, but Cian didn't need a good reason to fight with the doctor. The good doctor must have figured that out and traded an guaranteed busted lip, for an occasional bruise. Since she was unable to see Cian's handy work he stopped hitting the good doctor, unless he could guarantee her seeing it. Maybe it should have bothered her that Cian said "hello" with bruises and blood. At least it should bother her that she had started to do the same thing. But she liked it, and that didn't bother her.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a nurse knocking on the door. The nurse did not wait for her to answer before pushing the door open. Krista watched her unmoving, waiting. The nurse wasn't new, because her eyes went straight for the bed without even trying to turn on the lights. Good nurse. The new nurses always exclaimed about the dark, turning on the lights and made a fuss until they noticed the dark look on her face.
Though the nurse's eyes stopped searching the darkness for her, she did not immediately speak up, maybe she was new after all. If the other woman was waiting for her to acknowledge her presence, she would be there for a while. Apparently remembering herself, or realizing this was the best she was going to get, the nurse pushed the door open a little further. "Are you ready to come out? Doctor Pytka seemed to think you would enjoy the exorcise and lunch with others."
Krista could not keep the dark look off of her face. Bad nurse. It wasn't really aimed at the nurse, since the nurse was only the messenger, but she needed to take it out on someone. The nurse flinched but did not move to leave. Seeing the patient look on the other womans face, Krista sighed and and concentrated on not hurting the messenger. Remember, hurt the doctor, not the nurses. "If I come out and be the good social patient, is going to sign my release any sooner?"
The look on the nurses face told her, she was use to working with the mentally ill, and in the woman's opinion Krista was in denial. She was not sure if the good doctor honestly wanted her to come out, or if he simply wanted her to strike out at someone so he could keep her longer. Growling softly, Krista climbed to her feet. The nurse finally backed up till she was barely in the room.
Before she stepped into the hall, Krista hit the light switch on, then gently closed the door behind her. She gestured for the nurse to lead her. In all the months she had been here, she had only gone to the cafeteria once, so for the life of her she did not know the way. The nurse gave her a once over, look and looked like she was about to say something. Krista gave her warning look and it was enough to keep any comments silent.
As the nurse led the way she realized that she would be going past Cian's door. It made her wonder if he was in or if he moved about. She couldn't remember the last time she had come this way for anything so she didn't know what signs to look for. She guessed it didn't matter. If she managed to catch a glimpse of Cian, and the good doctor ended up with a bruise later, Doctor Pytka would blame it on her.
The walk to the cafeteria was not as long as she had anticipated. Once they reached the cafeteria the nurse remained with her to "help her through the line." Finally growing annoyed, Krista growled at the other woman, and made a shooing gesture. Krista waited for the woman to argue, she was almost looking forward to hitting her. Smartly the nurse decided it was time to leave.
After picking up her tray and several spoonfuls of what the cafeteria people called "food," Krista found a table by a window. It had been a long time since she had seen outside and the sunlight was blinding. She pushed the food around on her plate, finally giving up on trying to eat, she pushed her chair out enough so she could perch her heels on the edge of the chair so her knees could be tucked against her chest.
She was not sure what they did to cafeteria food, but it was nothing like what was brought to her room. Even the smell was about half enough to make her loose her appetite. Somehow she did not think that just because she was refusing to eat, meant she could be excused back to her room. Doctor Pytka knew she didn't like to be social and she was beginning to regret she had not left a bruise. Bad doctor, no cookie!
Hearing a bird just outside the window her thoughts turned to the outdoors. Her Eyes following the little bird, and when it left, she would find another to watch. It was not more interesting than watching the wall in her room, it was just different. Unlike her room, she tried not to hear the conversations around her. Surprisingly the cafeteria was mostly empty but that did not make her want to notice any of them. If she had to spend her afternoon here, she would catch up on watching the rays of sunshine and the gossip of the birds.

~ Love of Pain~

Warrior ^ Enemy Warrior(dom) ~Love of Pain~ She and many other soldiers are captured after battle. For several days she is tortured and beaten. About the time she knows this is were she is going to die, she is unchained and escorted out of the dungeons. A healer proceeds to heal her more serious wounds. A slave woman helps wash the blood and dirt from her skin. Then she is left alone with him. He is some kind of high ranking officer within the elite forces of the army. She is informed that she is now his personal toy. She may be used for companionship, sex, or a doll to inflict pain on.

my thoughts for it was since she had gone through some torture over several days that she is given a break over night... raping her is fine though she does not have enough strength to really fight back.... although i was leaning more toward hot dogging her ass or tit fucking... in the morning she manages to escape... its kind of a slap in the face to him because he had choosen to take it easy on her that night.... once he catches up to her she is major trouble....



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 ~~~



Eyes shut... eyes shut.... e...y...e...s .......... SHut......... eyes shut....... E...Y...E...S... shut..... Hearing the whip crack next to her, but not on her own back she took a ragged breath knowing it was only going to be a matter of time. The whip cracked sharply twice more, again off to her right. This time the hash crack was accompanied by a loud shriek... eyes shut... eyes shut... eyes shut... The temptation to open her eyes and look was almost overwhelming but she had already done that once and dearly regretted it. The sight that had met her was bloody and beaten, he probably had at least three days of torment on her. It was a sickening reminder of what her fate would be soon enough.
The whip striking against her back was sudden and unexpected. If it had only been one strike she would have been strong enough to suppress the scream, but the blows kept coming without pause. When finally the whip missed a beat her mind paused in shock. Holding her breath a moment longer she finally heard the whip crack a little further away.
Laila rested uninterrupted for almost an hour before she felt movement on her chains and heard the clicking of the locks release. Lifting her head ever so slightly she felt hands on her wrist pulling her backwards till she twisted around into a sitting position. Immediately she was yanked to her feet, and promptly fell to her knees. Almost a week tied in one position and the numerous beatings had left her weakened.
The guard did not wait for her to regain strength, instead he half carried, half dragged her through the room. Three rooms later she was still trying to figure out if she was dreaming or if this was the end. Finally he turned left, pressing her against the door jam as he opened the door and pushed her in ahead of him. She tripped over a chair that was to the right of the door and he did not bother catching her.
“This the one?”
Feeling a hand gently run over the top of her head and through her hair she thought it was the gentlest anyone had touched her in weeks. Then a sharp twist of his wrist brought her head back at a sharp angel, cutting the thought from her mind. He continued to pull till she was in a sitting position, with her head still tilted upward. The way he held her she had the vague idea he was less than an inch from breaking her neck.
“Open yours eyes... Look at me...”
Ever so slowly she opened her eyes, the first time in nearly a week. The light made it hard for her to focus on him and her eyes watered slightly. When he eased his grip on her hair she thought she must have been doing something right. Staying as still as she could manage she focused her eyes on his jaw, trying not to look defiant or defeated.
“Those are the green eyes I saw on the battlefield...... On your way out, send in the healer.”
Laila watched him slowly back away from her and move back to the table he had apparently been working at before her arrival. The guard simply disappeared back out of the door. As he sat down he gestured to the couch several feet from her. There was a temptation to stay where she was, it was closer to the door but he was being pleasant so far and she hoped to keep him that way. After several long minutes of half crawling half dragging her bruised body across the floor she managed to pull herself on the the couch, laying face down.
Only a short amount of time seemed to pass before the door opened without even a single knock. The young man came in without a slight hesitation. Nodding what passed as a greeting to the other man in the room, his attention immediately turned to her. She was almost proud of herself when she managed not to flinch as he came closer. Kneeling down next to her without a word he quickly went to work examining the bruises through the tattered remains of her clothing.
“ The easy way or the hard way....”
It seemed an odd question to her, especially since she had not done any resistance or struggle. Her docile posture should have been answer enough for him, but the slight turn of his head towards the other man gave her a sinking feeling. Whatever the signal was it was too subtle for her to notice but the healer must have understood because he was smiling when he gave her his full attention again.
“Now can you behave or am I going to have to use chains to keep you cooperating?”
“I... I... I can..... can cooperate......”
The slight tingle of magick in the air mad the little hairs on her body stand up. Pulling her arms on the couch with her, she folded them under her head to avoid temptation. Sometimes healing could hurt, sometimes it was pleasant. At the hand of her enemies she was guessing it would be the first, not the later. Moving her face so she faced down she took one last deep breath to steady her self.
Three hours later sweat covered her body and she was barely conscious. If she had not been on the receiving end she might have appreciated the skill. The self control that it took to behave as expected had taken its own toll on her mind as well as her body. Her mind had nearly taken all the pain that she could take for one day. And the self restraint of laying still and simply absorbing that kind of suffering had left her ready for the final blow to break her will.
The healer had undone the physical evidence of the long hours of beatings, bruises, cuts, scars, and torture. Despite her best attempts she had screamed several times when he healed the deep knife wounds on her lower back. For most of the session she had managed to lay near perfectly still and resisted the urge to try and stop the source of the pain.
The physical wounds, the infections they had caused, as well as the scars that would eventually replace them were completely healed to new pink skin. The price of such a healing was not only the physical pain he had caused by forcing the skin to heal at an accelerated rate, but also being nearly completely drained of energy and strength. The pain was just under the surface, waiting for her to try to move. At the moment she would have almost preferred they had continued to beat her, the pain had not been nearly so bad.
There was talking somewhere behind her, but the words didn't make sense to her. With what little logic that was left to her she came to th conclusion the person was not speaking to her. So she did not give it much effort to further to try. Sweet darkness felt like it was within reach and she tried to wait patiently for it to take her. During the healing session it had stayed just out of reach, a credit to the man. Once again the darkness never had the chance to take her.
A hand pressed into her ribs pulling her toward the edge of the couch. The thought of resisting or trying to catch herself only came after she was laying on the floor. A hand on each of her wrist pulled her into a sitting position with her back pressed against the couch. Then hands started to strip her clothes away. After a few useless hand movements she realized she did not even have the strength to struggle. Sitting unresponsive and barely able to stay upright on her own, it was no time before the remnants of her blood soaked clothes were stripped.
To her surprised the water that ran over her skin was warm and the hands were gentle. Opening her eyes slightly she did not recognize the woman that sat with her, washing away blood, dirt, and sweat. Her body was still covered with dirt and blood from the battle days ago, plus the blood from the last few days of beatings. The womans patience and kindness was a stark comparison to the cold and cruel hands of the healer.
Letting her focus drift off to the side she did not close her eyes but she did not want to see the look on the womans face. It was a more pleasant thought that the woman was being nice, rather than simply doing as she was ordered. A heavy blanket was draped over her shoulders when the bath was complete. It didn't seem to dry her skin as simply to cover the fact that she had no clothes on.
Next the woman began untangling the mess that had become of her dark hair. Days ago at battles start it had been pulled into a tight braid, but the helmets movement had loosened much of it. Along with everything else that had happened to her since then. It seemed to take a lifetime for the woman to comb out her hair. Washing it seemed to go smoothly as well as the final combing. The woman braided her hair in a series of small tight braids close to the scalp. After finishing the last one, the woman patted her shoulder gently and stood up.
For a moment she thought about thanking the woman before the door closed but on second thought it seemed like thanking the healer for his assistance. Closing her eyes, she didn't dare try to lay down, so she did the next best thing and let her head lay back against the couch. It had not crossed her mind to look for the man responsible for her current presence, he had been lost in the shuffle of people and last few hours of constant “help.”