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Post by razorblade on May 11, 2009 21:10:45 GMT -5
she's been living in her uptown world i bet she never had a backstreet guy Razor smiled, and gentle unclasped the shackles around her hands and slowly moved down to her ankles and unlocked them as well. Standing, Razor headed towards a dresser and pulled out a coller. He hadn't needed to use one for some time, but felt a need to show this women where she stood. Bought, sold, property.
It was a metal ring with a slight gold dusting to, along with seemingly no hinges. Opening it in his hands, Razor walked towards Emilee, his mind distant. Handing her the collar, Razor spoke, his tone urgent while it seemed soft. "Put the collar on, Emilee.[/b]" Razor watched her for any sudden movement, he was faster than her for sure, but he always did like to play with his food. Ari seemed to taught him well. [/font][/size] i bet her mama never told her why - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Uptown Girl - Billy Joel Should be doing: Sleeping Notes: Sorry I didn't reply sooner, homework is a slow killer |
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Post by emilee on May 11, 2009 21:19:56 GMT -5
Emilee watched him move across the room and hand her the small, metal band in his hands. A collar? Oh fuck now, oh hell the fuck no. He ordered her to put it on and she nearly growled but restrained herself. Bump that. She looked at it for a minute. She knew she should do it, she knew she should surrender and make her life easier. But one part of her mind said no, and it was fighting with all it's might. So far, the rebellious side was winning.
She slung the collar in her hands across the room, hearing it hit the wall with a harsh, evil, metal clang and fell to the floor. And she was sure she had thrown it hard it enough to leave a dent in the wall. She heard it roll as it hit the ground, almost like when you drop a coin on a table. Slowly, the noise died and she glared at the wall where it had hit for a moment before turning her eyes back to him.
She then stood from the chair she had situated herself in and, despite their difference in height, she glared up at him with defiance burning in her whiskey amber eyes. Then, her mouth formed two words and two alone. "Make me." [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 11, 2009 21:38:21 GMT -5
she was pure liek snowflakes;;no one could stain the memory of my angel Razor almost chuckled, glad to see the defiance, he was scared for a second she had gone soft. The challange was back, and he was looking forward to it. Hearing the collar hit the wall, the dent meant nothing to Razor, but the ring was that of a boxer's ring. Round one.
Razor back handed Emilee again, not liking the sound of flesh hitting flesh, but she offered him the challenge, who was he to step down. Stepping forward faster than humanly possible, Razor grabbed Emilee by the neck. He was careful not to squeeze too tightly, but enough for her to realise that she had done.
Razor dragged his fangs across Emilee's Face, his point being made clear. He could kill her, but he won't if she is good. Deciding to see what standards she set for herself, Razor brought his free and to the crotch of her thin jeans. Rubbing the inside of her thigh, just below her crotch. Razor softly purred, letting Emilee be aware of his stand. "M'love, you are not worth raping on my bed, it's too soft for you. See, a slave that disobeys, she gets raped while choking and haning by her wrists. Now, you say you're sorry and go get the collar, or I get to have fun with my new toy."
The crazed look of hunger was back in Razor's eyes. He might just take her virginity there, and he wouldn't be gentle about it. She would scream and cry, but not from pleasure.
could never cause me pain - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Centerfold - J. Geils Band Should be doing: Sleeping Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 11, 2009 22:04:07 GMT -5
Her head snapped to the side once more when he hit her, this time causing blood in her mouth from the blow, not from her biting herself. However, she did not make a sound. He grabbed her neck then, not tight enough to cut off her air, but tight enough to be extremely uncomfortable. She was forced up onto the balls of her feet even more than she already was in her heels. His fangs dragged down her face and she simply glared, refusing to let herself enjoy it this time.
His hand came up to the top of her thigh, nearly at the junction of her legs and she gasped only once in surprise as a jolt of heat shot through her form. He threatened her with rape, which caused her to chuckle. If he tried to rape her, it would hurt him just as bad if she had anything to do with it.
Go get the collar? He had to be insane.
"Fuck you." She snapped in reply, eyes burning with hatred and defiance. She tried to bring a leg up to hit him in the stomach and perhaps force him to let her go. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 12, 2009 19:31:25 GMT -5
this is the family that we crossed or never had this is a war that was lost the day that it began Razor quickly ran through a checklist in his mind, checking off the places that his shackles hung and where the noose was. If she was going to fight, he was going to fight her back. He liked a good challenge and felt the need to bring some sort of justice to the injust world. Or maybe he said that to help him sleep at night.
Squeezing a little tighter, Razor heard the two words come out of her mouth, while a smile lit up upon his. Feeling her knee rise up, knowing fully well of her intention to knee him in the gut. He allowed the blow to happen, but it felt more like a tickle to him. He was stronger than he look, he was also less breakable than a human. Such fragile things.
Razor slowly drained the energy from her body again, slightly surprised that she was so defiant, while only minutes ago she was moaning and begging for him to take her. It made the game only more a hunt, find the spots that allow him to melt her into a puddle and the spots that made her fight harder. He had found one of her puddle spots.
Razor chuckled softly, his mind fully on the female infront of him. "lightgreen]Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. Do you really think taunting me with your silly, meaningless words will really bother me? I've killed people half you age, not much fazes me anymore." Razor pressed a kiss against her lips, it was rough, while his fangs pressed hard against her bottom lip, threatening to break it. While blood does not send him into a feeding crazy, it didn't help her situation anymore.
Razor slide his hand from her thigh to her crotch, rubbing hard, rough circle into her through her jeans, knowing she would be able to feel every movement of it. Pulling back, Razor winked at Emilee, "You really don't need those clothes, you have nothing now.[/b]" Razor let his words sink in, while using his ability to control movement and slowly started to undo the ribbons holding her tube top up. He yearned to see how she would react, to have nothing to wear but a collar. [/font][/size] because it's the race we run, but it keeps us at the start - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: From Heads Unworthy - Rise Against Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Nada |
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Post by emilee on May 12, 2009 19:51:46 GMT -5
Emilee felt him squeeze her neck a little harder around her neck, cutting off her air a little more, but still allowing her to breath. Only when a grin spread across his face did she know she had a mistake. Her knee collided with his stomach, causing her to gasp in pain as it felt like she hit rock, and he seemed unfazed. She closed her eyes for a moment to allow the pain to pass before she opened her eyes once more to look at him.
Slowly, she began feeling so horribly tired, to the point that lifting her arms felt like a challenge. But she continued glaring defiantly, despite the fact that she couldn't fight anymore. She had opened her mouth to respond when he forced a hard kiss onto her mouth. His fangs pressed against her bottom lip and she tried to pull back in the fear of them breaking skin. Her naive upbringing caused her to assume all vampires went insane at the taste of blood, and she had no intentions of dying today.
His hand moved farther up her thigh to the juncture of her legs, rubbing hard against her. She tried to pull away but had not the strength or the will left in her. Her body pressed against him, screaming yes while her mind screamed no. She bit down hard on her own bottom lip to keep a sound of pleasure from coming out of her lips.
But he pulled away all too soon, causing her mind to gasp in relief. Then suddenly, she could not move and he began pulling the ties to her corset top. She wanted to fight, so horribly, but could not move. She wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything that might make someone help her.
Notes Hope I read that right. Wasn't sure on the part about the clothes, whether he was taking them off her making her do it. |
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Post by razorblade on May 18, 2009 18:54:49 GMT -5
slowly outta line and drifting closer in your sights so play it out i'm wide awake, it's a scene about me Razor enjoyed the feeling of her pressing her body against him. Only made him want her even more, While rape seemed slightly more violent than he wanted, it would work just the same. Less power she had over her life, the more he would be able to play with her. And he intended to play with this little slave a lot.
With a smirk on his lips, Razor gave the corest ribbon a last mental tug and the top fell to the ground. Making it quite aware that he was looking at her body with a hingry look, Razor licked his fangs, already thinking og throwing her on the bed and ripping her jeans off. "M'love, you are one beauty. Too bad humans bear bruises too easily."
Razor pressed harder into the crotch of her jeans, happy to get his little blood bank slight aroused, if not. He could always do more than just rub her through her jeans. Speaking of jeans, they were getting in the way. Dropping Emilee, Razor let her fallt o the ground. Not caring overly to much, he's arousal, quite apparent, didn't care about her appearance as it did her struggle. Un-zipping his pants, Razor dropped his jeans. Leaving himself in only silk boxers that bearly contained him, Razor walked towards Emilee, visualizing her lips suck his dick. She would, and she was going to enjoy doing it.
there's something in our way and now someone is gonna pay - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 19, 2009 11:56:16 GMT -5
Emilee felt her corset top fall from her body and the cold air hit her skin, causing her to gasp slightly as all the skin on her upper half tightened in shock of the cold. He made a comment about her beauty, and it caused her to blush as well as glare even harder at him. Red spread over her cheeks and neck as she stood, unable to stop it. He pressed a little harder into the crotch of her jeans and she moaned, trying to press back against his hand. Though her mind hated it, her body was loving everything he was doing.
Suddenly, she hit the ground, hard. She meeped as her elbows and back collided with the floor, pain shooting through her torso. After a moment, she pushed herself up, groaning as she did. She tried to move to her feet but her legs were shaking so bad, she immediately hit the ground again, this time on her knees. She was left only in her heels and jeans now, and she was breathing hard from arousal and exhaustion.
She lifted her eyes back to him after a moment to see him stepping out of his jeans and coming towards her. Fight or flight kicked in then. Fighting, so far, hadn't done her any good, so flight was her next choice. She backed away slowly until her back hit the wall and she had no where to go. Still sitting on her knees, she looked up at him, fear actually showing now. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 25, 2009 21:03:22 GMT -5
where have you been hidin' out lately, honey? you can't dress trashy till you spend a lot of money Razor watched her skin tightened up as the air hit it, his desire of her skin becoming apparent as his fnags slide out to their full length. The moan in the space between them and her body pressing against his hand made it quite clear what her body was craving, while it seemed her mind on what something different.
Watching Emilee scramble to her feet, Razor kicked his jeans off to the side, always watching Emilee. The way her breasts bounced as she tried to run away, but seemed to hit the wall. Shame she lost all her fight, she would have been a food struggling fuck. Kneeing down infront of her, Razor picked up the collar taht was sitting beside her.
"You have two options rights now love. You can strip down and put on the collar and you can sleep and not worry about loosing your dear virginity right now. Or you fight some more and I will rape you while you hang from your hands that will be shackled above your head. Your choice." As much as Razor wanted to physically break Emilee down to nothing, he had to make sure that there was nothing else stopping her from breaking.
everyboy's talkin' 'about the new sound;;funny, but it's still rock and roll to me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: It's Still Rock and Roll to Me - Billy Joel Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Sorry took so long! |
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Post by emilee on May 26, 2009 15:18:39 GMT -5
Emilee watched him coming towards her and she moved farther back so she was pressed flat against the wall. She was breathing hard, her breasts raising and falling with each heaving breath she took. She was now sitting back on her calves, flat against the wall with no where to go. She felt like a fish in a barrel. She had no where to hide from this man in front of her. She could feel adrenaline kicking in from the fear, causing her legs to shake even harder beneath her.
She expected him to grab her hair or hit her, but instead, he he knelt in front of her. He picked up the collar she had tossed across the room offering it to her. He promised not to rape her if she put it on, but she would be damned if she did that. She refused to surrender, and she would fight until she was unable to fight anymore.
She recoiled, her back flat against the wall. In a final act of defiance, she pulled her head back and spat in his face to show him what she thought of his compromise. "Bite me." She snarled in reply, ready for him to hurt her this time.
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Post by razorblade on May 27, 2009 10:01:39 GMT -5
blood and blisters on my fingers;;chaos rules when we're apart watch my temper i go mental Razor smiled, even though he was just spat on, it meant she really hadn't lost her fight. It seems that this human has unlimited supplies of adrenaline. It worked for him. Wiping his face off with his hand, Razor glanced at his hand, feeling her body recoil. Ready for attack. Then Razor did the most unlikely thing. He laughed. It wasn't a small chuckle, but a full body laugh. One that showcased his fangs fully.
"My my my. You are a fighter, I can't want to see the rest of you. Of course, you have chosen tonights activities." Razor grabbed Emilee's hands, pulled her to her feet as he rose. Pulling her close, Razor's fingers slide down her stomach to her jeans. His finger's rested at the hem of jeans for a second, while he was watching her face for any reaction. As must as he wanted to hurt her, he wanted her to understand what being a slave meant. And sex was only a small part.
Done with his watching, Razor undid the button on her jeans, and slowly slide his hand down the front of her jeans, ignoring her squirming and wiggling. He was going to have his fun, and this human slave was not going to stop him.
i'll try to be gentle;;when i grow up i'll be stable - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: When I Grow Up - Garbage Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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Post by emilee on May 27, 2009 18:53:54 GMT -5
Aston blinked in surprise when he laughed, showing his fangs to her. It did not calm her at all, and, if anything, it made her all the more wary. She simply watched him for a moment before he grabbed her hands and pulled her up. His hand slid down her stomach, causing her to cringe visibly, trying to pull away but unable to move. He unbuttoned the front of her jeans and she tried to pull away, trying to get him to let her go.
She couldn't pull away, his grip was too tight. She groaned in effort as she fought against his hand around her wrists. "Please, let me go." She begged, fear finally spiking through her being. Only then did it really set in that she really had no choice now, that he really was going to rape her. That he really was going to take her virginity in a rough and very painful way and she most likely was going to scream and be in pain for days.
His hand slipped through the waist of her jeans and she froze, looking down to where his hand had disappeared beneath her clothes. She simply looked at his neck, skin shaking with anticipation while her mind wanted to yank away from him. [/blockquote] |
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Post by razorblade on May 28, 2009 13:44:35 GMT -5
[[My muse has kinda died, sooo want jump past the rape and...play things out?]]
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Post by emilee on May 28, 2009 14:22:59 GMT -5
[[fine with me dear]]
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Post by razorblade on May 28, 2009 14:49:47 GMT -5
they try to kick it, their feet fall asleep get no harm done no Razor leaved Emilee hanging from the ceiling. He had his fun, and was now moving towards getting clean. Looking over his shoulder to his now broken slave, Razor smiled. "Get used to it baby doll, this is now your life." Razor continued his way to get showered and cleaned up.
Several minutes later, Razor stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped around his waist a towel. Looking around his room, Razor slowly got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white dress shirt that he left unbuttoned. Slowly lifting up Emilee, Razor put her on the couch. Standing over her, Razor gazed over Emilee's body. Her beauty was not dimished by the bruises that he caushed. While the blood and semen on her inner thigh didn't startle him any. She was going to be in pain for some time.
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