<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> - - - - - - Second Game - - - - - - </div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Ok I thought about it again, and I don't recall asking." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "And? I dont know about you, but where I came from we dont strip for noone.."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Tell me something do those clothes mean anything to you? I mean since they are now the only things you have for now from your own world?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Clothes meen that they are mine.. and not something I give out to anyone...and yes.. maybe.. sort of.."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I'd take them off before something happens to them then." You hear a door creak open as the bronze being walks through the door and stares at you with it's beady red eye. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "What is that... " i found my self stuttering, as i move away form the metal thing.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "It's a construct. A being made of in this case bronze and given the ability to move. It follows my orders without question, because it can not question. It also never tires." The bronze construct begins walking towards you. "Apologize and it won't touch you. But you still have to disrobe. One way or another it will happen."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Fuck this shit.. " Il grab first thing on the table and try to hit the construct.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> First thing on the table would be your bag. Roll to hit</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (rolled 1, total =4)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> You swing wildly but no where near the bronze construct. In a panic you even put more weight into causing you to spin around in place. Now with your back to the construct. You feel cold metal as it's hands grab both of your wrists. (Now grappled.)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Moving as fast as I cant to get free from the metal mans grab.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> You can't go anywhere he already has a hold on you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Trying to wringle my weight, so the metalman trips and I could get free.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Roll to break his grapple.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (rolled 20 on escape artist, total 26)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> You manage to break free from the construct's hold, but it doesn't seem to care as it simply continues to move towards you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> As the metal thingy was easy to escape, i quickly check for anything that might work as an weapon and grab that from the table, and circle it on to the otherside. Clearly the man controls it somehow.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Reaching for anything on the stone tables near you, your hand hits a barrier, preventing you from picking anything up. "Now now, it isn't using a weapon, why should you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Hissing between my teeths, i'l put an roundhouse kick at the man. Maybe that teach him some manners.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (Roll to hit)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (5, total8)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> You try to kick Raynor only to miss again. "Fight me and you will lose?" Again you feel cold metal as the bronze construct's hands grip your arms. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Tryign to wrigle free again, but this time the metal man got far too strong grip. (rolled: 3, total9)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Locking it's grip on you, the construct forces your arms out to the side. You hear a metal hinge as a what seems to be a thick black tongue comes into view and begins by licking your cheek before snaking it's way down against your skin, down your shirt and between your breasts. Leaving a light slime anywhere it touches as it coils around your waist heading further down.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocare</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Screaming bloody murder, I keep kicking the thing. (total 17)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Shut up" Two more black tongues appear. One moving straight for your mouth, finding easy access as you scream. It thickens to fill your mouth, it tastes slightly sour as it begins mouthing back and forth in your mouth muffling the screams. The first tongue slides further down your body, slipping underboth your pants and panties. Rubbing against your sex as it moves still wrapping around your leg. Your shirt begins to develop holes, as it begins to disintegrate where it was touching the tongue. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Panic is getting over my senses, as I keep kicking the metal man trying to keep my sanity. (roll 1, total 4.. diceroller really hates me :)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (Tends to go in waves.) Before long the majority of your shirt is in shreds. The second and a fourth tongue move coiling around your breasts and upper body, destroying any remaining fabric. The first tongue begins disintigrating the clothing on your lower half. Within moments you stand with only shreds of clothing as even those grow smaller, the stone floor cold under your feet. The tongues working more now to tease your body as the grope at your body and rub against your sex.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> As the first tongue keeps me from shouthing and getting air, I feel lightheaded and i know I will pass out in no time.. Raped by terminator... losing my virginity for something like that.. with last effort , I try to kick it, ones more.. (roll17, total 20)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Striking the metal creation with your foot you deal more damage to your foot then it, as it doesn't even flinch. Now stark naked, Raynor smiles looking over your body. The tongue keeping your from screaming removes itself. "Now no screaming, I want your name, age, and to know rather or not you are a virgin." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Fuck you... HELP!! SOMEONE!!!!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> You find your ability to talk almost immidietly taken away, only silence coming out no matter what you try to say. "Now I'm going to ask again, a little more forcefully this time." You feel a strange sensation in your mind. "Name, age, and virgin or not?" in the back of your mind you feel strongly compelled to answer calmly, without violence. (Will save roll)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (roll14, total 18)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (Success)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Still screaming my hearts content, even no sound escapes my lips.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Panic had taken hold, breaking what ever conpulsion there was.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Thats it." Raynor simply snaps his fingers at point at the stone table, before the construct picks you up with ease, the tongues coiled around all your limbs, and sets you against the table facedown and bent over with your legs spread for Raynor. Removing his own robe Raynor reveals his member and lightly rubs the head of his cock against your folds. "Now last chance, Speak what I want to know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "please... please... dont.. .I am .. virgin... please.... " incoherent babling</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Good, now I recall telling you to behave multiple times, and so a punishment." Without skipping a beat Raynor takes a firm grip of your hips and slams his cock deep inside filling you up.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Pain was something, but the fact he plunged himself into me, raping me.. did more damage. Crying profoundly, and slightly bleeding from my ravaged pussy. It was like all stength was taken from me.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> As my pussy was dry, there was superb friction to him, as well as hymen, that he broke.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Holding inside for a moment before beginning the back and forth. Slowly picking up the pace as he fucks his new toy. "Damn I love virgins." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *biting my lip, crying as the man rapes me. With all my training, all gone from my mind, when the assault begun.*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Enjoying himself without restraint it didn't take long before he slams in as deep as he could before releasing, cumming inside you. A groan of pleasure coming from Raynor.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> I can feel my mind going blank, not only from the absurd situation before, but now raped, losing my virginity, something I was guarding...and now, he shot his seed in me.. without strength, I can only lay there, bleeding and abused, crying like an little girl.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Pulling out, he cleans himself off on the towel from your bag. "Now are you going to be an obedient little toy? Or do I have make punish you again?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> I cnat find words, but he defiled me. Nodding through the sobs I try to beg him to stop. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Good girl, for that I'll let you rest a bit." Raynor seemed distracted now as he started digging through your bag. (We can either play out a bit more today if you'd like, or skip to the next day.)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (In game wise)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (Im okay with neighter, magical healing.. thats something i found insane appealing.. like in TrueBlood...)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (forever virgin.. so mixd up..)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> (I'll keep that in mind. We'll skip to the next day for now though) You wake up next morning in a small stone room on a rather uncomfortable bed, least compared to your own world. You're still naked, on the floor next to your bed are a set of raggidy clothes. They don't cover much. The bronze construct stands in front of the door leading out of the room.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *as I see the copper monster, it fills my mind with dread, but hunger makes me raise and put those rags on*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> The construct simply watches till you get dressed and only then opens the door back into the large stone dome that was Raynor's tower. Raynor skimming through a book near all kinds of strange tubes and science-esque items. Closing the book as he sees you. "Good Morning."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *I cant even look toward him as I enter, pain in my stomach is too intence*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Look at me when I talk to you." You hear the familiar sound of the bronze construct's mouth opening.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *tears filling my eyes as I try to look toward the man who raped me*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Good girl. Do you understand what you are now?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *cant even find words to say it, I jsut fond myself nodding*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "And you will do everything I tell you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *quicky nodding, in fear of the copper thing and punishment*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Good. Now prove it. Prove you are obedient or today will be far worse." Raynor adjusts his robe to reveal his cock again. "Be a good girl I'll reward you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *not really knowing what he wanted from me, i just standed there, trying to hide my tears and fear, keepig my head bowed*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Raynor sighs setting his hands on your shoulders forcing you down on your knees making his cock level with your mouth. Lightly tapping his dick against your lips waiting.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *realicing what he wants from me, makes the floodgates open. I cant take that into my mouth..* Please.. sir.. not this...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Do it or I'll make sure your punishment is worse then yesterday."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Plese.. sir.. I have .. never.. plese.. no.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> *i cant even look at his while begging*</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Last chance, time to learn."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> I cant.. its...sin... *biting my teeth together</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: zameragues</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Sin? hardly, least not in this world."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: miroquewhocares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> But Im not from your stupid world... </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div></div>