[Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor
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				Title: <strong>[Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 00:25:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Manor</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/2ced3dd1028a6b48.jpg)</div><br>On a hill in the center of the island is a mansion of white marble. An avenue leads to the mansion from the town on the north side of the island. This parkway leads to the central turn around that houses a white marble ornamental fountain. There are no gates around the estate, but it is clear from the landscaping where the property begins and ends and that is all that is needed to deter intruders. The mansion front faces north. There are dual swimming pools on the property, one off the east wing and the other off the west wing. The western pool is an Olympic style diving pool that is sixteen feet deep at the deep end, while the pool on the eastern side is a recreational round pool with multiple sections, none of which are more than six feet deep. To the back of each wing of the property there are two helicopter ports, the landing pads lined by imported trees and manicured shrubbery.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The front entrance is great portico with grecco-roman style columns for support. Once inside there is a great lobby with hardwood cherry floors and marble walls. Around the ceiling is an intricate border with carved depictions of family conquests including many fanciful creatures and even depiction of humans changing in form while their Xantelli tormentors stood by overseeing the changes. Much of the artwork are depictions of transformations in mythology and recent works involving the shifting of one’s form. Where there is much wall space great tapestries hang behind suits of armor. Hanging from the ceiling before the balcony to the second floor is a diamond studded crystal chandelier that glitters brilliantly. There are easy chairs and tables of the finest polished cherry. Just below the balcony is an immense rectangular mirror framed in carved mahogany. The lobby also serves as a ballroom.<br><br>Behind the grand lobby is the main dinning hall and conference room. There is a long hardwood table covered in the finest tapestries and adorned with golden candelabras. Pictures adorn the wall and two golden chandeliers provide the lighting.&nbsp; It is rarely used as members of the family rarely meet in any sort of large grouping. Though sometimes Marco prefers to dine here alone. <br><br>The upper floor of the eastern wing is the private domain of Marco Xantelli while the lower floor of the east wing is the private domain of Maria Xantelli. Each of these areas has multiple baths, grand master bedrooms, offices, and kitchens staffed by personal chefs. The maids and servants of the Xantelli family who manage the manor are generally considered off limits except in certain circumstances.<br><br>The western wing contains self contained efficiencies with luxurious accommodations for members of the family that chose to reside or stay at the mansion. Those who stay at the mansion are allowed to have their own décor within reason. The main kitchen is located in the lower floor of this wing as well as the halls containing the Spartan style servants quarters.
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 05:19:44</strong>
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				<strong>Marco's Office</strong> <br><br><br>Things had been rather calm lately. This morning was warm and not quite as humid as usual so it felt good to have the glass doors of the balcony behind him open. Ledgers lined his desks, all the reports on the imports and exports, mostly brief and to the point. Money was flowing into the island like water down a mountain, the various concoctions Maria and Enzo were able to produce were becoming more popular than the opium or the coca produced in the family owned operations of South America. Better yet, the powerful tourists that were served on the island were always left indebted and grateful to the family. Marco had more than a handful of favors owed to him throughout the world and people who relied on the family were in powerful positions throughout every major government. As for the vessel off the coast, his spies reported that it was hugging the perimeter at a safe distance. It seemed they were aware of the danger zone.<br><br>Marco put his papers in a leather folder and sat them in his desk. A gold key opened the lock of a cedar lined humidor with felt slots for the placement of his cigars. He decided on an extra large Cuban Corona and closed the lid. A flick of his silver lighter and he was set with a fine quality cigar. Marco leaned back in his chair and relaxed as he took a puff. The work load had been high lightly, it seemed about time to check on things. Rings of smoke escaped his mouth as puffed outward. Then he inhaled another billow of smoke deeply. Perhaps next he'd enjoy a Davidoff. There were few greater pleasures in life than an excellent cigar.<br><br>A bee landed on his desk and he watched it casually while continuing to blow cigar smoke about. It's little wings beat in Morse code. It was yet another report about the vessel, nothing new had happened and they were no longer sending in teams. The bee flew back out the window without any acknowledgment from the boss.<br><br>"That's unfortunate," Marco said, "I could use a bit of entertainment."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 21:35:59</strong>
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				<strong>Marco's Office</strong><br><br>Another bee flew in through the window. This one had been with a team that had invaded the island a few years back. His training had been harsh but once broken he was more than happy to live as an insect and gather information for his masters. It was so much better than being a piece of furniture and all his needs were met. At times he was even allowed to take human form depending on how well he served. This honey bee buzzed a message in Morse code with its wings and then flew away to work on making honey.<br><br>Marco smiled as he put out his cigar and found his white suit coat on a nearby hanger. He pressed an intercom button.<br><br>"Have the Rover ready out front, I think I'll be going for a little joyride,"<br><br>An innocent toy he had payed good money for had just been dumped on the island. He was going to retrieve it and see what could develop. Perhaps this one had potential for more than just amusement? 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 06:43:35</strong>
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				<strong>Melody returning from the jungle with Marco</strong><br><br>They pulled up the the manor and her jaw dropped, no way was she staying there. It must have been a joke, dumped beaten on an island god knows where, then brought to this amazing manor? Melody was a bit confused, but she didn't question any of it, she kept her mouth shut, not daring to question or upset the man that brought her here. <br><br>Before she knew it, she was whisked&nbsp; away by servants. They led her by her shackles to a tiny bedroom. They undid one shackle and clipped it to one of the posts on the bed. She was quickly stripped of her clothes, they were no longer suitable to wear any longer. <br><br>It was all like clockwork, just as the man had told her it would happen. Next she was released from the bed and escorted to a bathroom where the tub was full of bubbles. The servants scrubbed her body and hair, making her smell like a rose in full bloom. It all happened so quickly, and before she knew it, Melody was being taken from the tub, back to the bedroom. <br><br>She blushed hard as she was standing there naked in front of people she didn't know. Even the bath had made her uncomfortable with all those unfamiliar hands on her body. <br><br>A pale blue sun dress was slipped over her head, and her hair put up in a clip. Before Melody could ask or question where she was, or who the man was that brought her here, the servants scrambled out. She heard the door Click and lock shut. Melody moved to the window and stood there looking out the gauze curtains. Her wrists still shackled, she looked like an angel looking down on the island, so pure and innocent. Melody sighed wondering if her parents missed her or were looking for her. She was sad and lonely and just wanted to go home and sleep in her own bed. Deep down she knew that was not a possibility, and she waited to see just what her fate would be. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:00:52</strong>
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				The rover pulled up to the marble stairway that made a brief climb to the columned portico of the manor's front entrance.&nbsp; Marco reached over and ran a finger across her cheek. She was smooth, just a bit too smooth perhaps. Some of the greatest joy of breaking in a slave was their initial terror, the shock and revulsion of discovering the power the family had over him. <br><br>He left the servants take Melody as smoked on the stepped. There would be a casual stroll around the gardens before he returned to the manor. He had already commanded everything down to the last detail so it was no problem to find her room. From all reports she was to cooperative, there was no spunk in her and she hadn't demonstrated the conversational skills he preferred either. She was beautiful and innocent yes, but not quite the full package Marco was looking for.<br><br>&nbsp;He remembered a while back there had been a green peace activist that had been in a wreck and washed ashore. The look of shock, the subtle change of expressions, the protests, and the slow breaking of her stubborn will had been the most beautiful thing he had witnessed in his long life. She had broken to such a degree he had her barking on command. Marco swore he had grown very fond of her, perhaps loved her. Her reward, she was now a dolphin. Though the strange thing was, her fate made her happy, and the memory made him feel a bit lighter as well. But enough of memories, he had business to attend to.<br><br>Marco entered Melody's room unannounced. He loved that name, so sweet, so soft, like music, Melody. It was a very important name to him, a name that featured prominently in the mausoleum. A smile crossed his face as walked to the window and took Melody by the wrists one by one. When he touched her shackles it looked like he was pressing something to make them open, though it was actually the power. The shackles fell to the floor. He was still dressed in a white suit, though the clean crisp white fabric went well with her pale blue sun dress. Apart from him looking possibly old enough to be her father they looked well together.<br><br>"A beauty of such magnitude should be free to shine upon the world," he said, "Mademoiselle, may I be graced with the knowledge of your name?"<br><br>The shackles were not necessary, once on the island, physical restraints became redundant. And Marco wanted Melody to get used to the idea that she was in paradise. He was not ready to pull back the curtain just yet. If she thought she had found her ticket home, that would even be better when the realization came. Though the fact that she seemed to be rolling with situation rather than trying to control it in some way, in any way, had the potential to bore him rather thoroughly. If she was simply adaptable that was one thing, a good thing, but if she was too subservient and too easily broken that was another. The right mix of personality was so important to make the game enjoyable. He feared she might enjoy immediately some if the things he'd normally do to torment one of his toys, then he wouldn't get that gasp, that shock, that 'what's happening to me!' moment off of a subtle change in her features or clothing. Marco thought this as he patiently waited for her to speak and finish speaking.<br><br>"I do hope that you have found our humble estate sufficient for your needs," Marco said, "If you are comfortable. I think.... I think I'd like you to meet someone. Follow me."<br><br>He would indicate a return to the lobby, a short trip across the hall and down the stairs. If she was adaptable that she could bend in form without losing her will to live and easily trained then Enzo would be much more likely to appreciate this catch. It had been a while since he had a fresh slave of this much potential for willing experimentation. Heck, Marco gathered from her demeanor that if she was told the truth she'd probably volunteer herself, rather droll.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:21:35</strong>
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				<strong>Melody</strong><br><br>She heard the door click once more and she turned to see the man who had picked her up from the jungle. He was quite handsome, even if he was older than her. Melody still had a shudder of fear as he approached her. He stood so close and took her shackled wrists, and the metal fell to the floor with a thunk. <br><br>She looked at him with curious eyes, his eyes were violet, unnatural. Melody took a step back even as he questioned her name. <br><br>"Melody Fitzgibbon, where am I? Who are you? Did you bring me here? Please could you tell me something, I don't understand why I was brought here?" Melody needed answers, was this man going to let her go home? Was he going to let her find out just why she was here. He was quite different to look at, it was the eyes that she could not stop focusing on, and she stepped back once more. Fear was building and Melody wasn't sure of what to make of her current situation. <br><br>It was obvious in her eyes that there were tons of questions that she had for this man, then she looked and there was a clock in the corner and Melody could have sworn she saw it sway and move. Her hands went over her mouth, was it a trick of the mind or did it really shift? <br><br>"Maybe this was a mistake, I don't think I'm supposed to be here," fear began to grip her mind and body. Even as he escorted her out of the room, she wondered who be was taking her to meet. The physical shackles were gone, but Melody felt invisible ones were surrounding her. She walked with him nervous on who she was about to meet next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 05:09:11</strong>
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				<strong>Marco Xantelli- Partial Tour of the Manor</strong><br><br>"Melody," he said softly.<br><br>There was a gentle stroke of her cheek if she would not back away further because it wasn't something he would force. The clock might have been a trick of her mind, Marco did not have a taste for the 'living furniture' that filled the brothel and some of the rooms in the manor. He preferred his finer things in life to be actual things.<br><br>"That is a lovely name, I had a daughter named Melody who was very soft, very gentle, and quite precious to me. She had no peer, no rival in grace, no competition in elegance. There was not a violent bone in her body, and yet," as he spoke his fists were slowly clenching, and then they released, "but I digress. It is the way of the world to hate what one does not understand. You have questions, and I have answers, but I'll answer them on my time and not on yours. Follow me."<br><br>He would lead her to the grand lobby, where their shoes would tap at the polished marble floor as they walked under the diamond studded chandelier.&nbsp; <br><br>"We'll be having dinner together in the main dining hall, sometimes my family is kind enough to grace me with their presence but I never count on it. To be frank with you, to many of them at once wears on my nerves rather quickly. I'm sure you'd love to meet my wife and you may later, but she never comes home these days, I rarely see the old bat. When you do see her, treat her with proper respect, I assure you it is in your best interest to do so." <br><br>He reached for her hand to escort her to the main dining hall. There, a full feast would be spread out before them almost buffet style in its proportions. All of the finest dishes, wines, and platters that could be served. There were three different plates of hot sliced meats, there were tenderloin steaks, there were porter house. There were platters with sliced cold meats and cheeses set upon bowls of ice. There were trays of vegetables and bowls of luxuriant soups that filled the hall with their aroma. Not to forget the butter and the fresh rolls.<br><br>Marco pulled out a seat for her as if she was royalty. He would take her hand as she sat down and give it a tender kiss before sitting at the head of the long table with her at his right side. Two servants entered the room and Marco casually stated what he wanted and looked at her to do the same. So far, no one else had arrived but Marco felt their would be company.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 16:18:43</strong>
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				<strong>Melody</strong><br><br>She sighed when he had touched her cheek in thee room, the story of his daughter remained in her mind as they had descended the stair. What was it about his daughter that made him anger, clench his fists? What didn't his daughter understand? There were more questions than answers, and Melody was conflicted in her mind. This man was being so nice to her, but she was brought here in shackles, and beaten. What game was he playing with her? Yet, every time he touched her, a calm washed over her to trust him. <br><br>She walked softly with him and listened to him talk of his family and his wife. Melody giggled as he called her the "old bat", before covering her mouth in shame. She should have never let that giggle slip out. He had spoke about respect and that was not a good way to start. <br><br>AS he took her hand, she smiled, the calm there once more. He was so attractive, it was a shame he was married. She softly blushed as his touch gave her goosebumps. She had never had the full attention of a man before, and this one had all kinds of mystery surrounding him. <br><br>Her eyes grew wide as she saw the table set for what looked like at least fifty people. "Wow, Sir, thank you so much for a fine meal like this. I do look forward to meeting the rest of the family. I do not think I caught your name though, I would like to thank you properly. You did after all heal me and bring me to this glorious house. But I am still confused as to why I am here." Her voice was sweet and calm, trying not to be as panicked now that he had brought her to the feast. <br><br>She blushed once more as he kissed her, her heart racing a bit now. Who was he? What did he want with her? Melody would wait, she was sure she would find out in due time. Still there was something about him that made her so curious to know more. She sat and watched him point to the foods he wanted, as he glanced to her, she slowly did the same only pick a few items to be on her plate. She didn't want to seem rude or overindulgent, so she got just enough that would make her look like she was completely respecting her host. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 19:00:41</strong>
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				<strong>Portico, then Dining Room</strong><br><br>Enzo stubbed out his cigarette underfoot on the marble tile and thanked the servant, dismissing him. Word of mouth traveled quickly here when Marco hadn't ordered discretion. He'd selected a new slave, it seemed. Knowing his father, she would be the pick of the litter. Prerogative of the house; he took what he wanted before Marie made her choices. He had to admit that his father had excellent taste. For a man who could sculpt any slave into any form he desired, he still maintained a talent for spotting those admirable qualities that were beyond the reach of the Xantelli power. Intelligence, creativity, and just the right mix of defiance and compliance to make the entire experience interesting.<br><br>As he strode into the enormous main dining room he was relieved to find that Marco was not in black tie, merely an elegant white suit. Enzo's own gray silk Mandarin jacket would not be too out of place. It was a subtle game they played sometimes among his family. When wealth and power were nearly infinite, points could only be scored in the most minor of ways. Verbal sparring, real or manufactured breaches of etiquette, displays of creativity or taste. Luckily it seemed that Marco was in a good mood, judging by the look of ease on his face. There were two clear reasons. First, a vision of blond beauty sat in the chair next to him, obviously the new girl. Second, his mother was nowhere to be seen. In fact it seemed that Enzo was the first other family member to arrive.<br><br>"Father," Enzo called as he crossed the cavernous chamber. "It's good to see you, sir. My compliments on the weather." In truth it was a bit hotter than he liked, but then that was virtually always true. "And would you do me the honor of introducing your companion?"<br><br>It was evident from the seating that Marco was treating the girl as a guest, and so Enzo would as well, for now. His father's plans would be revealed in time, he was sure.
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:19:38</strong>
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				<strong>The Dining Room</strong><br><br>There was a slight smile on Marco's face when he saw his boy enter the dining room. At this moment, it felt pleasant to have his company. There was nothing better than having a rival to spar with in a fencing match of wits, even if that rival was his progeny. Enzo had talent and a good head on his shoulders, something that many of his sons did not. Never once had he been forced to restrict Enzo's abilities.<br><br>"Enzo, it's good to see you, sit by my other side," Marco said, "This young lady, her name is Melody, Melody Fitzgibbon to be exact. Can you believe she was simply dumped on our shores in shackles. The state that humanity has sunken to in the past century is shameful. I've yet to attempt contacting her family as I'll need contact information. But for now she is ravishingly hungry and must eat."<br><br>It was the truth, but the truth with information left out could be deceptive. Marco loved to be deceptively truthful though was not against lying when needed.<br><br>Enzo would notice that Marco had not bothered to mark this girl. That in itself either meant she was an esteemed guest or a fresh slave up for grabs. Melody would begin to feel hungry as the contents of her stomach and her intestines dissipated to nothing, the extra material leaving her body through another plane of existence where it could be stored for transformations involving the creation of extra material. A surge of Ghrelin was released into her system. Melody would feel hungry, ravishingly hungry just as Marco had said. Her insides would be quivering and groaning with a maddening hunger of one who had fasted for days as her blood sugar levels dropped. Without further help from Marco, Melody would probably begin drooling at the scent of the food before them. Marco simply smiled toward Enzo.<br><br>"So Enzo, what do you think of Miss Fitzgibbon?" Marco asked casually between bites of veal. "What do you think you could improve about her situation."<br><br>Marco developed a sly smile and leaned back in his chair as if inviting his son to play a game in which Melody could only be an observer. He looked over Melody's features, undressing her with his eyes, but only using his imagination. At one time he could have accidentally rendered her nude, but he had the greatest degree of control with his powers so she would remained dressed as Marco explored her body in his mind. The power was excellent for seeing and feeling every aspect of a person's body from so many angles it was overwhelming. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:41:02</strong>
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				<strong>Melody - dining room </strong><br><br>She began to eat as the two men began to talk. Her host was telling this Enzo person that she was dumped on his shores, it sounded like he had no idea why that would have happened. Melody quickly lost focus as she began to eat. Each bite making her more hungry than the one before. How was that possible? All she saw now was the food and their conversation about her was lost on deaf ears. <br><br>She ate, and ate, and ate, her stomach growling as if there were no food in it. Something wasn't right was she sick? Had she caught something on the boat? Melody could not figure it out, but not one piece of food curbed her hunger. She got nervous, what was wrong with her? <br><br>She looked to her host and had this look in he eyes of confusion. "I think I al sick sir, perhaps an illness I caught on the boat that dropped me here. I don't know what is wrong with me." Melody soon doubled over in her chair of hunger pains, tears in her eyes as her stomach growled and grumbled. Something wasn't right, "Please help me," she whispered as she nearly fell to the floor in pain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 04:55:01</strong>
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				<strong>The Dining Room</strong><br><br>Enzo smiled as he sliced a bite from the nearly raw steak in front of him. Melody's distress was obvious to any observer, but only he and his father saw what was occurring at a deeper level. It had been some time since he had played this game with Marco. It was something like a contest, something like a jazz improvisational session, and there was no one on the Island better at it than the man who now sat to his left, save perhaps his wife. The rules had never been quantified, and they didn't need to be. Either you understood them implicitly, or you lost.<br><br>What made this even more interesting is that the new slave had not yet been marked. Which left open the distinct possibility that she was not only the sole playing piece in this game, but potentially the prize as well.<br><br>Enzo pondered as he chewed and swallowed, then lifted his glass of Burgundy and raised it slightly to his father in salute. To his mind it was an overly bold opening move that his father had chosen, or perhaps Melody was simply more sensitive than he had anticipated. To move directly to pain of such a degree bespoke a certain lack of subtlety that was not at all characteristic of the older man.<br><br>He could not simply undo the change. It would not be unfair; it would be boring, and that would be an admission of defeat. But he could work around it. Extending his Power through Melody's body he measured the extent of the distress caused by the false hunger signal. Slowly he built a new connection, a release of endorphins into her system that would rise to a level just eclipsing the effects of the artificially high hunger enzyme. The endorphins were not random, though, but tied to a particular stimuli: the presence of ethanol in her system. The more she drank, the more ecstatic she would feel, far beyond the normal effects of alcohol on a woman of her size.<br><br>"That is indeed tragic, father. Perhaps she was a victim of the pirates in the region? Certainly we should do anything in our power to ensure that she is quickly reunited with her family, though it also behooves us to make her accidental stay here an enjoyable one." He turned his attention to Melody, still deliberately overlooking her odd behavior. "Perhaps you should visit my clinic later, Melody. You do look a bit peaked. Here, have a bit of wine to calm your nerves." He poured a full glass for her, and set the remainder of the bottle down within her easy reach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:09:06</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Room</strong><br><br>She had no idea she was sitting in a room with two monsters. They two were getting great pleasure in manipulating Melody internally without her ever knowing what they were doing. She was their new toy, their plaything for enjoyment. The poor girl never had a chance between the two of them. The two hosts that she thought were so gracious, were tearing her down from the inside out. <br><br>The hunger pains began to shift and subside a bit, but she felt compelled to reach for the wine offered for some unknown reason. "Thank you sir,&nbsp; " she nodded to Enzo as she took a drink. Then more, then finished the glass. The wine felt so good and she needed more. Melody poured another glass and downed it as well. Soon she got giggly and tried to contain herself. Yet everything seemed amusing, her head felt like or was floating from the alcohol. This was so unlike her, to drink like this, but she felt so good as she poured a third and fourth glass. <br><br>"Oh yes *hic* I may just *hic* come to your *hic* clinic." Melody smiled a goofy smile at both of them as the trio sat there. She was feeling good and took another bite from her plate, this time picking up the food with her hands, not really minding her manners at this point. She felt good, a little loopy, but she felt she was handling herself just fine. "Did you two *Sigh* know how handsome you are?" Yes she was feeling good an she was just letting anything roll off her lips now.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:56:35</strong>
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				<strong>Kiara, rising from a nap and joining her family</strong><br><br>Stretching on her bed a soft sigh parted her lip before a smile curved them. Every day that she woke in this house was a blessing to her. Such decadence, such luxury, they'd never wanted for anything in her mother's house, but such luxury as she had discovered as a Xantelli daughter...it amazed her even now. Flipping her comforter off her she rose from her nap with a smile curving her lips, a smile that made her appear sweet and kind and hid an intelligent, calculating, mind. <br><br>Being home she only bothered to slide into a silk robe in a shade of violet that exactly matched her eyes before heading downstairs in search of her family. She could hear voices from the dining room and turned in that directions, stepping into the doorway and leaning against it in time to watch some fresh caught girl twitch on the floor in obvious agony.<br><br>It was clear what was happening. Her father and brother were having fun at the new slaves expense. A game often played, and that she enjoyed watching, but that she rarely participated in. She savored watching her families skill with their gifts but this game was simply not to her taste to play herself. Waiting until the girl was back at the table, and acting the drunken fool under the influence of her brother's power, she finally entered the room, an amused smile lighting her face as she circled the table to drop a small kiss on first Marco's and then Enzo's cheeks before settling herself to the table with them.<br><br>"Good evening Father, brother, I see we have a guest. Would one of you be so kind as to introduce me?" she asked, her voice warm but carrying a slight edge that both men would hear and know meant she was amused by their game and looking forward to seeing how it played out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:13:11</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Room - A rather bored Marco Xantelli -</strong><br><br>The experiment of eternal hunger was something he had never tried before. Perhaps he was getting more like Maria, but he didn't like all the work required of keeping his power through several inflection points of her body to absorb any food material she took through her stomach and digestive system. She would remain empty when he removed the tapeworm effect but now she could begin filling up on food once again. At the same time, he tampered with her metabolism so that her cells would burn energy rapidly. The effect would be she would need to eat more during the course of the day to maintain the same weight, as simple and subtle as that. She could now fill up and ease her hunger pains.<br><br>Marco smiled at Kiara to acknowledge her presence, then turned to Enzo, "She seems to rather sensitive to certain aspects of our Island culture," he laughed, "Be careful she doesn't pass out. Better yet."<br><br>Marco smiled as looked to Melody, she would feel her heart beating faster as he conducted a major change to her metabolism. In order to have energy, Melody would have to have alcohol in her blood. A lack of it wouldn't kill her, but she would become lethargic, prone to pains and headaches, and eventually paralyzed if she stopped drinking. On the other hand, alcohol would no longer impair her motor skills or her speech as he adjusted her cellular structure to utilize it differently. She would no vomit or pass out from drinking too much and could drink hard liquor nonstop, in fact, she would have to function. Though Marco had been thoughtful enough not to take the buzz away, she would still get the high as if heavily buzzed. He even improved the lining on her stomach and esophagus to last under heavy and habitual drinking. <br><br>Granted, a change such as this sometimes had unintended consequences but Marco would simply withdraw the changes and lose the game if his calculations were flawed.<br><br>"Kiara, this is Melody Fitzgibbons. She is here with us to eat, drink, and be merry!" Marco said, "I love a girl with good judgment on aesthetics and men, don't you Enzo?" He looked at Melody, "You look like you can really put it away my dear, perhaps you need something a bit stronger. Have you always been a lush?"<br><br>Marco clapped and called for the Rum, a very potent blend that had been distilled on the island to 180 proof. The bottle, a long neck bottle with clear glistening liquid was presented to Melody. The moment she took it in her hands, Marco turned it to pure alcohol. It would absorb some water the moment she opened it, but what she had in her hands would be the closest one could get to 200 proof. It would certainly have a kick on the way down if she chose to try it.<br><br>"I bet you can't drink that," Marco said to Melody with an amused grin. <br><br>His attention turned back to Kiara, as he was amused despite himself.<br><br>"What do you say Kiara, do you think she can handle our special blend, the one even I can't stomach? Would you like to place a wager?" he teased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:35:15</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Room</strong><br><br>Enzo rose halfway from his seat as his sister Kiara entered, a gesture of respect. Her smile warmed him. Though she didn't often engage in the family's games, the presence of an astute observer with the Power always made the contests more interesting. Not for the first time he wondered what a slave might suffer under Kiara's ministrations if she were ever to release all of her inhibitions. She was intelligent and creative enough, but since her return to the Island he hadn't seen any truly uninhibited uses of the Power by her. Perhaps something was holding her back. A mystery to be explored as opportunity dictated.<br><br>"So good to see you, dear sister. You should try the prawns; the sauce is terribly tangy, but unforgettable."<br><br>His father was in rare form tonight, taking his own alteration to Melody and pushing it to the limit. A creature addicted to alcohol, one who relied on it for sustenance, without any of the inconvenient side effects. Such a modification alone would be worth a fortune to some of their richer dilettante clientele, yet Marco had fired it off casually. Still a broad stroke, though; he'd seen subtler from the old man before.<br><br>It wouldn't do to hazard another modification until there had been sufficient time to tell how the pawn would react. A lateral move wouldn't be out of place, though. Carefully Enzo tweaked the composition of the lovely thin sundress that Melody was wearing. A simple alteration made it such that the fabric would react in the presence of excessive liquid. Any spill upon the surface would cause the material to shrink, binding itself tighter around Melody's curvaceous body, but neither splitting the fabric nor injuring the wearer. From an observation of Melody's state of inebriation, it seemed likely that more than few drops might go astray as she took Marco's dare.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 17:02:49</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Room</strong><br><br>As the pretty girl entered the room, she tried to smile at her, but Melody's head was swimming. Something was odd about this family, they all had dark hair and violet eyes. Melody looked at them as they exchanged words and the wheels began to move in her head. There was something more to them than met the eye. Something was not right with them and Melody was trapped in their presence. <br><br>Soon she wasn't really hungry, just had the need to eat normally. Still something did not feel right, it was almost like her insides were being twisted, the hunger was there but not as great, but now she needed the wine and alcohol that was in front of her. "I am not a lush," she snapped. Melody had never had more than two drinks in her life before she came here. Still for some reason, her body needed what was in that bottle. <br><br>She drank it like it was water, downing half the bottle. As drops fell onto her dress, she felt it get tighter on her body. Her pert breasts now being hugged by the fabric. She put the bottle down and looked at the two men. "Stop it, please I beg you, what are you doing to me? I haven't done anything wrong, please stop." Melody wanted to get up from the table but couldn't. She was buzzed and didn't want to slip and fall and make even more of a fool of herself in front of them.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked to Enzo, her eyes pleading, and full of worry. "Please sir, stop this, please have mercy on me." Her sweet angel face looked to him to stop this, to release her from their manipulations. She wanted to appeal to him for some reason, being drawn to the son. Melody could not explain it, but she felt something there, and she hoped she could appeal to him to stop whatever they were doing to her. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 18:45:16</strong>
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				Kiara let out a sparkling laugh when Marco asked if she'd care to wager with him, she knew damned well the girl would be able to handle whatever was in the bottle, would, in fact, likely crave it above all else! Grinning impishly she felt the change her father had made in the girl and waited for her to down some of the alcohol. Once the girl had what her body needed, though she was still craving more, Kiara reached out with a touch of her own power and changed the fluid in the bottle to simple water. She knew it would torment the girl because of the changes Marco had made in her, and it was a fun way of teasing her father as well.<br><br>She wasn't really playing their game, she made no changes in the slave, she was simply enjoying teasing her father a bit.<br><br>"You know I never wager against you Daddy, none of your children are <em>that</em> foolish, though I think even your delicate stomach could handle what's in that bottle," she added with a small grin, knowing he would have felt the change she made as she made it.<br><br>She considered making small changes in what Enzo had done to the girls dress as well but instead went another route, changing nothing he had done but shifting the fabric a bit more as well. Now it would not only tighten around the girl, but would grow more and more translucent around her as well but only where liquid touched it. It would put on quite the peep show for her men if the girl couldn't keep her hands steady. By contrast, the longer the gown stayed dry the darker it would become as well. If she could keep her hands steady she wouldn't flash a thing....IF.<br><br>"Stop what my dear, neither my brother, nor my father has a laid a single hand on you that I've seen. What would you like them to stop doing?"<br><br>It was a cruel question and she knew it. The girl would have no real idea what was happening to her and would likely think she was drugged or some other mundane explanation. It often took until the first obvious transformation for the reality of just what the Xantelli's were doing to fully sink in. Leaning back in her chair she let a slow, almost predatory, smile curve her lips, her gaze still warm but that warmth more of the heat of a hungry predator trying to decide if the prey animal in it's sights was worth making a meal of.<br><br>"You really will have to be more specific my dear."<br><br>Drawing her plate to her she began to eat, her motions smooth and delicate as if she had not a care in the world...and truly she didn't. She was enjoying her father's game and had no interest in being anywhere else then right here while her family toyed with this new slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 19:12:39</strong>
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				If Melody was looking for mercy, she had come to the wrong island. Perhaps some of his family might honor her pleas if they were here - Anice came to mind. But sadly for the young slave, there was no salvation to be had for her now. Especially since Marco was one of her tormentors. It would take far more than an appeal to conscience to cause one of the family to oppose him, especially in his own house.<br><br>He smiled at his sister in approval. "I should leave all of the sartorial decisions to you, Kiara. You have a real flair for them."<br><br>"And she's correct, you know," he said, turning his attention fully back to Melody. "Your choices are your own. If you wish to eat, drink, or..." he paused as if pondering, "engage in any other sort of activity to excess, then we are most happy to indulge you."<br><br>At his mind's direction her flesh began to subtly warp. Between her legs a fold of skin grew. Small at first, it expanded until it formed an impenetrable shield over her genitalia. The intrusive organ was permeable to fluid but otherwise completely unyielding, cutting off all access to Melody's most sensitive regions. If undressed she would appear from the waist down like a human-sized Barbie doll, smooth and featureless.<br><br>Her femininity was only hidden, though, not eliminated, and he went to work there next. It was a simple matter to put her arousal on a slow upward spiral. A small bulb of flesh pressed against her clitoris, stimulating it each time she moved with a warm vibrating motion. The living sex toy, a traitorous extension of her own body, would become more active in direct proportion to Melody's degree of distress. She could quiet it by remaining perfectly calm herself, but there seemed little chance of that happening any time soon. <br><br>Maintaining the same degree of detached concern, he said, "My dear, is there anything that we can get for you? You seem well out of sorts. Do you need to lie down?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 03:13:15</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Room</strong><br><br>Melody thought she was losing her mind. The stomach pain, the craving for food, then the craving for wine. Something was happening to her and she knew it. They were toying with her, doing something to her, manipulating her body in some way. <br><br>They looked at her like nothing was off, nothing was happening. The look of desperation crossed her face. She took a drink from the bottle again, water? Wasn't it just the strongest alcohol she had tasted? Was she going crazy? She sat there and looked at her dress, the fabric thin where it was tight, dark everywhere else. She felt like Alice at the Mad Hatters tea party. Her breathing became staggered as they spoke to her like she was doing this, like nothing was wrong. <br><br>She covered her face and soon felt a tingling in her nether area. She was a virgin and this was even more confusing. It was like something was covering her up down there. Melody shook in a panic, terrified something was surely wrong. <br><br>Then it happened, vibrations against her most sensitive area. Melody yelped her confusion deepening. Why would they do this to her? Toy with her, cause her such torment. Melody was as sweet as they came and she felt like she was being punished for something, but what? She hadn't dome anything to deserve any of this, and now her body was becoming aroused in front of three strangers. <br><br>"Please let me return to my room, I'm begging you." Melody's gentle eyes filled with tears of torment. Arousal mixed with confusion, Melody felt like she was losing grip with reality. She wanted to run from the table, but was too scared to. Melody was so unsure what to do and hoped these tree demons would let her get up and leave to be in private. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 06:52:13</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Hall </strong>- A mildly amused Marco.<br><br>Well it seemed everyone wanted to play now. He had sensed the movement of the power back into the bottle, making the potent sugar ethanol he had made for Melody nothing more than mere water. It was rather rare for Kiara to make such a lewd choice with the effect water would have on this fabric. There was a triggering event, meaning a little bit of her energy would have to be kept in the outfit at all time. Though usually with an inanimate object such as a dress their power left it as soon it was removed or after a time and the triggering event would be null. Marco took a deep breath and sighed and pretended to be irritated with Melody, he wasn't, but it would be more fun to make her think she was.<br><br>"Honestly, you'll stay here until I permit you to leave," Marco said while cutting some steak for himself, he then addressed Enzo and Kiara "I find her trespassing on our beaches, then I offer to help her, I bring her to our home, I feed her with the best of foods, give her a fine room, and this is the gratitude I receive. To be accused of voodoo and witchcraft and to have my families honor brought into question. Melody my dear, you are ranting like an insane woman, you really need to learn self control and watch your tongue."<br><br>As he finished speaking Melody would feel two bulges in the roof of her mouth above each of her eyed teeth. They would form into small sacs of vitreous fluid and develop pupils. The eye would be small and not nearly take away her ability to eat, they would also be lidless as her saliva would keep them moist. A special coating would prevent them from being stung by salty or harsh foods. It wouldn't be anything anybody would notice from the outside. But Melody would feel it, and when she opened her mouth she could scan her tongue and peer down her throat. This visual feedback joined her normal vision, so she could now watch her tongue.<br><br>He looked to Enzo with a smirk as if to say effecting the genitalia was so much the obvious choice though he still approved. Melody was already ranting and shaking and he found her predicament amusing. He liked Enzo's thinking, alter her body so that it torments her. Another bottle of wine was ordered to be given to Melody.<br><br>"Enzo, you are a doctor, perhaps you ought to examine her later," he said, then he clapped for a servant, "Bring Miss Fitzgibbon some more of our finest rum, the crazy lush is probably just thirsty."<br><br>Given the lack of an ownership signal on this slave, Marco's words said it all, when this lunchtime fun was over, Melody would be given to Enzo to do with as he wished. The decision might of well have been final. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 07:07:35</strong>
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				<strong>[Dining Hall]</strong><br><br>"You have my compliments, father, and my thanks." Marco's message was not lost on Enzo. The game might continue, but it was no longer a contest. Melody would become his property. He made a note to find out her background later. Not all slaves arrived at the Island by happenstance; some had very interesting stories to tell. That could wait, though. It was her biology, not her history, that interested him most.<br><br>Normally the pace of the game would dictate a period in which the family members could enjoy the subject's predicament, but Enzo found himself caught up in the spirit of the torture and couldn't resist pressing onward. A very subtle tweak was all that was required to improve upon Marco's latest modification. With a single thought Melody's soft palate became phosphorescent, so that even with her lips tightly closed the grotesque view of the inside of her mouth could not escape her.<br><br>"I agree, father. My initial diagnosis would indicate a strong dependency on alcohol, to the point of addiction. It's sad that such a young thing has already given over her life to the demon rum, but I suppose that the best that we can do now is to satisfy her cravings. A detoxification program is called for, of course, but it's likely to be extremely torturous and time consuming. I feel it is my duty as a medical practitioner, however, to make sure that she gets the help she needs."<br><br>He considered briefly, then forged ahead. "It would be unfortunate, however, if she were to find herself in a situation where she couldn't acquire a 'fix'. We should do something about that." With another twist of his mind Melody's breasts began swelling, straining against the material of her dress. The biology of the mammary glands was reworked under Enzo's skillful talent. From this point onward Melody would lactate freely if her nipples were stimulated. That was the lesser part of the change, however, as the fluid she would produce would be anything but normal human breast milk. From her enhanced breasts would flow a sweet, highly alcoholic mixture reminiscent of rum and coconut milk. Enzo touched her digestive system, ensuring that alcohol consumed by her could be recycled into this new form, available to anyone who might have the opportunity to suckle at her increasingly prominent breasts. Including, of course, Melody herself.<br><br>Almost as an afterthought he increased the sensitivity of her nipples, drastically enhancing the sexual pleasure that she would receive from any degree of pressure upon them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 07:58:39</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Melody looked at Marco as he said such lies about her. She was tossed here, not of her own free will. He offered her a meal, and then manipulated her somehow to need to drink. <br><br>"But I didn't- I'm not- please, make it stop." Melody closed her eyes and began to cry, a vision of her own tongue in her sights. "Oh god, oh god," she sobbed. Why, why would they do this to her? She never drank, never made a slob of herself, her clothes were becoming dark and tight and some spots were see through. Now this! She could see the inside of her own mouth! <br><br>Melody's mind was ready to snap, the poor fragile angel had endured so much abuse from her family, now she was in the hands of monsters. She was absolutely to the point of terror. Melody shook and sobbed, she was no lush, she ha always been a good girl. Even as she was brought&nbsp; to this place, she had done what she was told. All she wanted to know was why, why her, why they were doing this. <br><br>Melody's heart and spirit were broken, the entire mouth thing freaked her out. Maybe she was going crazy, then she felt her dress get tighter yet. She looked down and saw her small pert breasts enlarge immensely. She covered her face, salty tears on her cheeks, "Please, please, I'm begging. What have I done to deserve this?" she was turning into her own carnival freak show and had no idea why this trio would do this to her. She kept her face covered, trying to block the vision of her tongue and throat, nearly ready to crack mentally. <br><br>She had been through hell at home, ignored then beaten from time to time, now this. If she had the strength, she would have reached for a knife right then and there and slit her own wrist to end her terrible nightmare. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 14:25:44</strong>
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				Kiara made no further changes to the girl or her clothes, she merely sat back and enjoyed the show. She loved how it felt to be able to feel the power her father and brother exuded. To be able to follow the flow of energy as it twisted and reshaped the girls own biology, and the clear mental torment all of it was causing the girl. She was such a fragile thing really. Hearing her beg again she clucked her tongue softly and cast her a disparaging glance before turning contempt (for the girl) filled eyes to her father.<br><br>"Why do they keep tossing you such weaklings Daddy? I mean really, what fun is there if they break into a million pieces over a simple meal?"<br><br>Feeling Enzo's latest change in the girl, the larger, lactating breasts that would exude alcohol and not milk she gave a bright laugh and a small clapping of her hands, "Oh very good Enzo! That should keep the little lush satisfied for a time. Though you make have to be careful, you make not be able to get her off her own teats!"<br><br>Oh yes, she found this game entirely amusing to observe, she just wished they would be sent a slave who could stand up to it better. Was it really so much to ask for a slave that wouldn't turn into a blubbering mass over one dinner? Really?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 06:51:21</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Hall - Marco Xantelli</strong> Feeling a bit of contempt for poor Melody.<br><br>The time for subtleties had long passed with this one. She was much too fragile really and if she went into a coma, a mental stupor, or even simply gave up she would be of no use even for entertainment. Perhaps she would have to be crafted into an end table or a footstool and sent home to her parents as a gift. then if they broke her or used her for firewood it would not be his problem.<br><br>"You've said a mouthful," Marco said, "I prefer the stubborn yet adaptable under pressure myself. It is very rare to get a piece of meat that is just the right blend, just the right consistency. To soft and it falls apart at the first sign of pressure, too hard and it simply resists until it breaks. Though my dear it takes all kinds of personalities to run the world, that is why it is so much fun to experiment."<br><br>He considered Melodies breasts and nodded, they were certainly a DD cup now and her lactation would ensure that her dress was tight around them and kept them tightly restrained yet exposed. Marco rose from his chair and took Melody's dining implements, the knife and the fork at least. There was no need to do so but the dramatic effect was better.<br><br>"Enzo, you must keep her in your custody," Marco said, "This girl is obviously of an unsound mind and might cause harm to herself or others. I want you to retrain her so that she can be well adjusted again."<br><br>He looked at Melody firmly.<br><br>"Young lady, you are beginning to annoy me with your panic attacks and your complaints. But I feel pity for you. So I will give you a choice. You can go home as you are now, or you can go with my son Enzo for treatment this instant."<br><br>Marco smiled to each of his of his children, if she chose to go home as she was now, she'd be going home in the form they had inflicted on her during their game. He patiently he awaited her answer as he sat back and watched Melody think things over. Nor was he bluffing, he'd send her back home like this gladly if that was what she wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jated</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 09:59:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mikel X. (http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/Beloveds-Lessons/transformationpossibility3man.jpg)<br><br>Mikel stopped outside the manor, his bare feet feeling the moistness of the grass beneath him.&nbsp; He felt absolutely giddy about the bottle he had in his pocket, smiling as he reached down to roll it in between his fingers.&nbsp; He let the cool wind and his hair lash at his face as he looked towards the moon.&nbsp; Full and bright, brighter than usual.&nbsp; His shirt seemed to pull him in the opposite direction he wanted to go.<br><br>He took several steps towards the mansion, glancing towards each room.&nbsp; Most of the lights were on, though he couldn't see into most of them.&nbsp; Once in a while, he could see some kind of transformations occouring as he finished his evening strolls.&nbsp; He really didn't take much time to look tonight, just a quick glance, before he might be summoned by any of the family.&nbsp; His task for the moment was making sure what was inside the bottle, and nothing more.<br><br>There was a small stone path, made of stained glass rock.&nbsp; It was rather beautiful, and Mikel had spent months perfecting exactly what he wanted his path to his room to look like.&nbsp; To him, they looked like the stones of life. Two different colors (green and white) of glass surrounded the stones.&nbsp; He had chiseled, with great accuracy, every part of the stone.&nbsp; Absolutely no room for error when you are using stone sent over from Italy.&nbsp; It was a great past time for him.&nbsp; Gave him an outlet for his frustrations with transformation.&nbsp; That was one of his reasons for working with his hands.&nbsp; When he took on a task like that, he wouln't use his abilities.&nbsp; Made it harder, but he needed to learn to control his talent, master it. <br><br>Making sure that he stepped on each of the 13 stones, he made his way to his bedroom.&nbsp; It overlooked the ocean, but was right next to the western pool.&nbsp; Often times he thought he was the only one that got the best view.&nbsp; Mikel's Bedroom (http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/Beloveds-Lessons/MasterBedroom1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;If you were lying on the bed, you could see quite a distance over the ocean.&nbsp; If you were standing right by the window, you could see the wilderness below.&nbsp; The ocean sands were't quite as visible as Mikel would like, but he knew each and every nook and cranny of them.<br><br>He took the bottle out of his pocket, and set it on his desk.&nbsp; He had wondered what was on the small note inside, but he had it now in his hands, ready to open.&nbsp; He pulled the small cork out of the top of the bottle, and laid it aside.&nbsp; His next task, although not really a task at all, as he had done this hundreds of times, was to get the note out.&nbsp; Opening his 225 year old dresser, which still smelled of cedar, he retrieved his long nosed tweezers.&nbsp; Gently, moving with precision, he pulled the note out. Knowing that he would have to get out his magnifying glass, he read:</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;" class="bbc_size">Dear Reader</span></em></span><em>,</em><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: x-small;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; My name is Julie, and I am 26 years old.&nbsp; I was told that I needed to write a letter and put it in a bottle.&nbsp; I have been asking around, and no one seems to know the answers.&nbsp; Since I was young, I have dreamed of having the body of a horse.&nbsp; See I was born crippled, and the only time that I feel free is when I am riding my horses.&nbsp; I hope this reaches the right person. I would really like for my wish to come true.&nbsp; I will give anything that is mine to give. Thank you - Julie</span></span></em><br><br><span style="font-size: x-small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He gently sat down his glass, and sat back in his chair, and reached for the ceiling with a big stretch.&nbsp; Now he would have to spent the next week avoiding family, to look for this woman.&nbsp; "Hmm," He said aloud, "guess I'd better find this woman."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: x-small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">***---*** <strong> To Town </strong> ***___***</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 13:21:35</strong>
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				<strong>Dining Hall</strong><br><br>She was in hell, she knew it, these monsters had changed her, changed her body, changed her insides, whatever they were, these people were monsters of the worst kind. How could they be so cruel to do these things to her than make it seem like it was all her fault? Were they that twisted that they would take a poor girl and screw with her so much just because they could? <br><br>Melody hated people like that, hated people who had power and thought they owned the world. Her fated was like that. He hated Melody for being born, she was a mistake and he never let her forget it. He had been horrible to her, and told her he could he just because he was her father. <br><br>Now these people, how horrible they were to her. How could you make a person that had been through so much suffer even more? They were a heartless corrupt bunch, and as Marco presented her with a choice what could she do? Sure she could go home, look like a freak for the rest of her life and be an outcast forever, or she could go with the doctor (if he really was one), and maybe appeal to him to change all they hand dome to her. <br><br>"I will go with Enzo," she said softly, trying not to look like a maniac. She had suffered enough and didn't want to be any where near Marco any longer. He wasthe worst, and the faster she got some distance between them, the better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 14:44:45</strong>
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				Kiara chuckled when her father, effectively, ended the game. The chit really was quite boring with as quickly as she had been broken. Really neither Enzo or her father had gotten into the more interesting changes that could have been made to her body. Finishing her meal she rose from her seat and moved to stand behind her father, hands on his shoulders, gently kneeding them with her hands, a gentle massage for the man she adored so well, "You really are too kind father, after such disrespect and hysterics to allow Enzo to treat her is more than she deserves."<br><br>Giving the girl a cold glance she hugs her father and presses a kiss to the top of his head before moving once more to lean on the back of Enzo's chair, her eyes never leaving the girl, the violet depths shining with a predatory light as she murmurs quietly to Enzo, "Can I come watch some of the girls 'treatment' brother dear? You know how I do so like to watch you work," she teased but it was also true. Kiara had a deeply voyeuristic streak when it came to her family and how their powers were used. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 04:48:05</strong>
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				<strong>[Dining Room, and exiting]</strong><br><br>With perfect timing, Enzo finished the last bite of his meal, pairing it with a final sip of wine. It was too bad that Melody hadn't exhibited more tenacity, as he had an uncharacteristic desire to sample dessert. It could wait, though. There was no pleasure so great as the use of the Power, and the slave who had just been granted to him presented an interesting canvas. Marco and Kiara were correct. The girl didn't have the willpower to endure the more drastic changes that could be visited on her. But the human mind was a strange and complex thing, even to the Xantelli's. There was no telling how he could make her grow given free reign to practice. Like a piece of metal that could be strengthened through work hardening, some human minds grew stronger through repeated stress. While others, sadly, fractured quickly. Enzo looked forward to finding which Melody might be.<br><br>He wiped his lips with a cloth napkin and folded it neatly atop his plate. "My thanks, father, for the wonderful meal, the engaging challenge, and the intriguing project. I will do my best to ensure that poor Melody's sanity is restored. I have hopes that she may become a productive member of our little society, in one way or another. And Kiara, your presence is always welcome. I would be quite happy to have an extra pair of eyes as we go through this process." He chuckled slightly and spoke toward Melody. "If you'll excuse the expression."<br><br>Enzo rose to his feet. "Come, girl, time and tide wait for no man. Well, save one," with another nod toward his father. "We must quickly get you to the clinic before you have the opportunity to hurt yourself." In a gesture that was a cruel mockery of the torment she had undergone he offered his arm to her, for all the world a perfect gentleman. "Let us go, then."<br><br>[--&gt; Xantelli's Town]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:17:12</strong>
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				Kiara's smile brightened when Enzo said she was welcome to join them. Dropping a fresh kiss to his cheek she grinned adoringly up at him, the doting little sister in awe of her big brother and looking far more innocent in that moment than any Xantelli truly had the right to. With her family she could be sweet and caring, very much childlike in her joy of them around her. Having grown up with just her mother, she still relished having siblings surrounding her and did her best to make her family happy when she could.<br><br>"Very cool Enzo. I'll be there shortly. I just have to put some actual clothes on and then I'll meet you there," she said with a laugh as she pointed out that she was still wearing just a robe since she was at home.<br><br>Darting off she sped up the stairs to her room, quickly slid into a pair of jeans, sandals, a white bra and tank top and sped just as quickly out of the house. Moving away from the manor her steps were hurried and sure as she made her way down to the Town and to Enzo's clinic, arriving just as he was unlocking the door to lead his new "patient" inside.<br><br>"See, told you I'd be fast," she said with a grin as she waited to follow him inside.<br><br>---&gt; To Town 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 18:24:34</strong>
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				<strong>Dining room and exit </strong><br><br>It was not what Melody wanted, to be outnumbered again. The sister was coming as well, and Melody had no chance of maybe persuading her captor for mercy. She was feeling sick to her stomach with all they had done to her. <br><br>She rose from the table and followed Enzo as the girl ran together dressed. She was back faster than lightening, and soon the three of them were on their way. Melody of course trailing and hiding behind her two captors so no one saw her hideous figure. <br><br><br><br>----------- to town&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 05:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Marco Xantelli</strong><br><br>Upon finishing his lunch Marco left the dining room and stood at the upper balcony. He lit a cigar, as there was nothing like a quality smoke after a decent meal. He hadn't eaten too much, though the leftovers would go to the slaves and the servants. It was a short walk down the steps to the lobby of the manor, where he was greeted by a maid in a black uniform dress that was high above the knee and a frilly white apron. Her blouse was low cut so that her thick line of cleavage could bulge out just the way he liked when he admired her shiny breasts.<br><br>"Andria, please go at once and retrieve Mikel, tell him to come to my office," he said, "Mind you, let him now it isn't urgent. The old man simply wants to shoot the breeze and discuss the recent shortage of quality entertainment."<br><br>It was tough, Maria and him longed for the days when special forces invaded the island Rambo style. They had all settled into so many different fates it was rather interesting. Though most in the end were furniture or monstrous creatures. Marco longed for a strong persona, he needed one in order to bring the other Melody back, the Melody that was his daughter. And he was certain Maria longed for the same. He walked back to his office as Andria went to fetch Mikel. He would be waiting there, his legs propped on the desk as he blew smoke rings from one of his favorite cigars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jated</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 00:18:42</strong>
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				Mikel X. (http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/Beloveds-Lessons/transformationpossibility3man.jpg)<br><br>Mikel was almost completely prepared to go to town.&nbsp; He had changed his clothes, and packed a bag.&nbsp; It usually took days for him to find the person who wrote their notes, and threw their bottles into the sea.&nbsp; He thought about it often and had decided that if he was to make someones wish come true, just by transforming them, he would do it. His favorite part of making these bottle wishes come true, was watching the whole process. There were times when he would take such a long time with the process, that he would almost forget that he had to finish. <br><br>When he had first started using his abilities, he didn't have the patience to wait.&nbsp; His father taught him, drilled it into him rather, that he needed to enjoy it.&nbsp; Which Mikel had from the beginning.&nbsp; The first time he used his abilities, was to help a puppy that had been hit by a car.&nbsp; Her little leg had been broken, and Mikel had felt the absolute need to fix it. His father sat with him as he did it.&nbsp; Mikel was sure that his dad has also used his abilities to help to make it turn out perfect.&nbsp; Otherwise Marco might permanently scar his child for life.&nbsp; Mikel was sure that this is the way his father taught him, and his father before him, had taught him, so on and so fourth.<br><br>Snapping back to reality, Mikel left his room, and could smell the familiar aroma of cigar, which he in fact loved but had never fully enjoyed.&nbsp; Once in a while he would smoke one with his father, just to spend some time with him.&nbsp; Cigars usually meant scotch. Mikel loved scotch. He dropped his bag by his door, and went to see what was going on with dear old dad.&nbsp; Climbing the steps, he looked out over the ocean, smiling to himself, he loved this island.&nbsp; He reached the office, and knocked, always showing respect for his father.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>Marco Xantelli - His Office</strong><br><br>"Come in Mikel, you are always welcome."<br><br>A slight smile crossed Marco's face when the man entered the room. One of his primary responsibilities was protecting the Xantelli brood raised on the island from the less scrupulous aspects of the family. Mikel was a good kid, one who genuinely desired to use his powers to help people. In all, he reminded him of Anice, or even Melody. Where they had crossed swords was with the responsibilities of a family member after one had attained adulthood. Rings of smoke floated through the room, rising to the ceiling.<br><br>"A little birdie told me that you're still taking messages in bottles, or wishes to be exact," Marco said, "Ah, to be young and full of innocence. It's good though, we've had new immigrants on the island quite grateful for your work."<br><br>Marco sighed and leaned back in his chair, he smoked as if he was feeling tired.<br><br>"Scotch, a cigar? Help yourself," he offered, "Beautiful day, but so very boring. At this rate we'll never find a slave for the revival ritual. It's been what, twenty years, and I haven't found anyone with a soul print even close to hers. The invasions have stopped. What do you think Mikel, do you think maybe they've given up or merely switched tactics?"<br><br>Marco dropped a clump of ash into a crystal tray and took another puff of his cigar. With his left hand he rubbed his temple as he took his feet off the desk and sat upright. After a moment, he began to chuckle to himself.<br><br>"They never ever truly realize what they are up against, even if you tell them to their face. The tourist industry as been our most potent weapon. There are so many moles throughout the world I could probably bring down their governments and economies one by one if I felt like it. But I am an extremely merciful man and wold never see so many people suffer, unless it was for the greater good of humanity that is. Honestly though, why bother you with the mundane details."<br><br>Marco sighed.<br><br>"Remember this one thing my son and you will always be happy, we are not devils and we are not angels, we are merely flawed humans with an incredible, one could say a supernatural, maybe even absolute power. And of course, we all know what power does in the hand of a flawed human. It corrupts."<br><br>At this he got up and decided to make a move for the liquor cabinet.<br><br>"I could use a drink about now, just something to take the edge off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:37:50</strong>
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				<strong>Anice Xantelli - The Manor Lobby</strong><br><br>She would lead Alex to the huge white mansion on the hill surrounded by well manicured lawns and gardens; and up front drive which was the very same road that led into and cut through the center of town. They passed a high fountain that sprayed a column of crystal clear island spring water. Then they reached the white marble steps that led to the columns of the portico. Past the front doors was the grand lobby that served as a ball room. Before them were the twirling set of red carpeted steps that led to the second floor balcony. Anice had moved quickly so she was simply a slight bit out of breath, she hoped she hadn't pushed Alex to hard, but now that she was in the manor she felt safe from her mother's clutches.<br><br>"Let's go up and see if Papa is in his office," Anice said, "I have a room here, after I talk with Papa Xantelli I'll let you stay with me and have a bed set up for you."<br><br>She took his hand, moving to lead Alex up the steps.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jated</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 06:35:38</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Mikel liked the respect of being invited into a room, especially if done by his father.&nbsp; He stepped through the door and smelled all the scents that reminded him of his father.&nbsp; Cigars being the most potent of smells.&nbsp; His father's taste over the years had never changed.&nbsp; The best of the best, of course.<br><br><br>"Yes," he answered his father, "that little birdie is correct.&nbsp; By the way, how many birdies do you have now?"&nbsp; Mikel let a crooked smile cross his face as he stepped closer to his father's desk.<br><br><br>He lifted the lid to his father's cigar box, and chose a cigar.&nbsp; He mouthed the tip for a second, while looking for the cutter.&nbsp; Finding the golden cutter, he placed the tip of the cigar into the cutter, and just clipped the tip off.&nbsp; He took the lighter off the desk, and gently lit the tip, evenly. He took his time, just as his father had instructed.&nbsp; The different flavors from a cigar was what Mikel liked most.&nbsp; That and the scotch.<br><br><br>Mikel knew that he did not quite want to sit down, as he took big strides to his father's liquor cabinet.&nbsp; Taking a short glass for himself, dropping two ice cubes into the bottom.&nbsp; He took the Laphroaig 1974 off the shelf, and started pouring.&nbsp; He knew that he could only handle a small amount, and that is exactly what he poured in.&nbsp; <br><br><br>"Father, honestly, I believe that they have switched strategies," he said before taking a small sip from his glass.&nbsp; He had not turned around to face his father yet.&nbsp; He was trying to decide whether or not to leave the scotch out for Marco.&nbsp; He decided that his father would more than likely be entertaining the idea of scotch, as he puts the lid back on. <br><br><br>"I guess I do not think about whether they know what they are up against.&nbsp; I just think that they want help, and those that know us, know we will help. I am glad, father, that you were my teacher, and that you aren't that type of human to take over the world," Mikel said and raised an eyebrow to his father.&nbsp; "Corruption is everywhere, father, here and out there," he said as he pointed out over the ocean.<br><br><br>Mikel sipped his scotch, noticing that it was almost gone.&nbsp; He needed to ask his father about sending for Julie, the girl from the bottle.&nbsp; How weird that sounded.&nbsp; "Father, I got a message, from a woman who has problems with her legs.&nbsp; She lives in California, where I would send the jet.&nbsp; I would pick her up, and we would have a new addition to the island.&nbsp; I am not sure how long it would take to fix her, but I think it would be a great challenge for me.&nbsp; What do you think?"<br><br><br>His father rose to his feet, and Mikel was sure that his father would say no.&nbsp; He stood as well to meet his father.&nbsp; "Sir, your permission would be wonderful," he said as he reached for his father's hand in respect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:42:27</strong>
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				<strong>Marco Xantelli</strong><br><br>"Oh, quite a few, quite a few," Marco said.<br><br>He listened to his son, the boy had a good head on his shoulders, though Marco sometimes wondered if he wasn't a bit naive. Hopefully he wasn't.<br><br>"I think you're right," Marco said, "Every now and then we get the picture. Though some of them pitifully exposed. There is a man here, an Irish agent, asking to many questions and snooping about while pretending to be a tourist. There are weapons through his luggage, items that no tourist would bring. I don't like to see family members die, but at the moment we're trying to send him back to his headquarters with an honest report of nothing to be suspicious about. A small village, a smuggling operation, some wealth, as long as he sees and hears only what we him to see and hear he'll be fine.&nbsp; Now a good agent, no, the perfect undercover tourist, would probably be someone with another reason to be here besides the job. Someone who bring no connections that indicated anything about the work they were doing."<br><br>Marco opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a leather bound copy of the Kama Sutra, he was in the mood for some deeper reading. He looked through the book as if disinterested in what Mikel had to say about this woman he wanted to help.<br><br>"So be it then, so be it, bring her here, you have my blessing. Perhaps you could finally take this one on as a slave. You know, acquiring a slave is an important outlet for your powers, you wouldn't want to go mad keeping so much power bottled up."<br><br>Marco coldly dismissed Mikel's offering of his hand as if he was mildly disapproving of something. Mostly Marco thought the young man was a bit soft and didn't want to be over affectionate. It disturbed him that Mikel hadn't officially taken a slave, though perhaps he needed more time. As Mikel went to leave Marco looked up from his book.<br><br>"It's okay to be a miracle worker, but remember that you are a Xantelli, be firm with your slaves and make sure they know you are master. Ultimately it is your choice though. At least I don't have to warn you about excess cruelty. Good luck with her." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 07:59:40</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) entering the Manor Lobby area ..heading to Anice. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Orianna entered the Manor ...going through the procedures required ..she wore nikes and had little sock on with that stupid furry little ball thing that bounced . Hell if Orianna could wear those ones that lite up as she walked it would be perfect . The object she was seeking was now before her as she smiled and made her way directly towards Anice , blocking her thoughts completely . A playful smile on her face and a skip in her step ...the eyes almost glowed purple now as she pulled up that inner given power charging it through her body . <br><br><strong> "Oh Anice ....my dear .... you look quite charming . "</strong>&nbsp; as she wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled the girl to her with a wicked smile on her face . The next words spoken were ones only family would understand ...and they flowed out of Orianna's mouth perfectly . Dancing in the air ... as the young girl she held would feel the drain of her inner soul and the retraction of which would offer up a little pain as her gift was being ripped from her grasp . Those that once belong to Anice now belonged to Orianna . It was priceless , euphoric ...and Orianna licked her lips moving to nipple on her cousin's neck . <br><strong><br>" ummmmmmm .....you have your wish . You wanted to be human only ....nothing more than cattle . "</strong>&nbsp; as she reached up and grabbed one of the girls breasts nice and hard , squeezing it .....filling it , changing it . It would slowly fill the ducts inside with milk . As her fingers moved to pinch the nipple drawing it up ....enlarging it , basically giving her the equivalent of a cow's utter . She didn't care who was in the room ...as she purred ... <strong>" oh yes ...now you will need to milk yourself . " </strong> smiling as she stepped back . The glint in her eyes as she thought about Maria's suggestion . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 01:48:42</strong>
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				<strong>Anice Xantelli- Alone in her Room</strong><br><br>Her short romp with Alex ended rather abruptly. Father had refused to see her and Alex had been escorted away against her will. When she tried to leave the manor she was told to wait in her room. Instead of actually transforming the servants and leaving to her own devices she had complied. It seemed she was in for another slap on the wrist punishment and she would probably lose her slave. But since she was family, immediate offspring of the elders, she didn't fear any severe punishment.<br><br>The canopy covered queen size bed was a haven in which Anice could flop down on her back. Her room was light with whites and pinks. There were a few book shelves, a desk that held her laptop, and a flat screen television that hung on the wall across from her bed. In the back Anice had her own private bathroom with a massive hot tub and shower. The pink carpeted room was decorated with a few stuffed animals, some lamps with frilly porcelain shades, and the streaming sunlight from the window door that opened to her own private balcony. It was her own private sanctuary on the island, no one bothered her here. Every Xantelli could have their room at either the Manor or the Brothel, and Anice certainly didn't want to live at the brothel.<br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>She sat up at the foot of her bed and noticed Orianna, Anice had sworn the door had been locked/ Since she had fallen into a little nap she rubbed her eyes a bit before giving her attention to the women she assumed was her cousin. Wasn't Orianna the child of one of Maria's brothers, Anice had heard she had been brought into the family and given her powers by Maria.<br><br>Anice found herself pulled into a hug, she was taken aback because it wasn't like Orianna or any of the family who favored Maria to like her very much. But as the violet faded out of Anice's eyes and they turned a still lively and bright shade of brown Anice gasped with understanding. The sense of loss alone, of being deprived of her birthright, filled her chest with pain and made her wince. There was no point in subtleties or games, as family Anice already had an idea she would be transformed. Though she wa a girl of little imagination in that respect and had no idea what could await her.<br><br>"Ahhh, don't touch my breast!" Anice complained.<br><br>She arched back and tried to push away as her left teat swelled within her bra, her lopsided breasts a heavily milk swollen DD cup on the left while her right remained the normal tender endowment she was used too. Anice could feel her bra straining as her now flattened nipple made a half inch thick indent through the lace fabric of her bra and her shirt together. If naked, the renovated nipple would point out almost two inches when fully erect, pink and proud.&nbsp; It was so painfully tight. As her palm pressed against it she could feel liquid on the move.<br><br>"Ori!" Anice said, staring down at her mismatched set and trembled, she figured they'd match shortly, only the right would grow to meet the left and not vice-versa, "I'm family, you can't do this to me! I can't go out like this!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 04:56:44</strong>
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				<strong>Enzo Xantelli - His Rooms</strong><br><br>The common areas of the Manor were blissfully vacant, though the servants seemed unusually agitated. Something was going on, something unusual. Enzo considered interrogating them, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. The day had been active enough. If there were matters that needed his attention, he was sure that he would be informed. Likely it was just continuing fallout from Richard's blundering, and he would just as soon steer clear of that debacle. <br><br>He left orders to have his dinner brought to his room. He would eat alone, perhaps start a new book. He added a note to have the chef pair the meal with an appropriate bottle of wine from the cellars. Drinking alone was hardly the greatest of his sins.<br><br>His plans for a solitary quiet evening were not to come to fruition, though. On the desk in his private study sat a single handwritten note, impossible to ignore. Sighing, Enzo sank into his swivel chair and read the contents, ending with Marco's flamboyant signature. As he read, despite himself the corners of his normally dour expression turned up into a cruel smile. "Olivia," he breathed. "Well, well, well. It will be a pleasure to meet you, Olivia."<br><br>The silver bell on his desk summoned a servant, whichever faceless minion happened to be on duty at the time. "You're to deliver a message, immediately," Enzo ordered. Within the young man's hand an envelope appeared, the letter sealed within written directly by Enzo's power, in a wavering, feminine hand:<br><br><em>i do not know your name but i saw you by the village tonight and eddie says he knows where you are staying so he can get you this letter. i am stacey. i work for the family. i am a slave. please help me i just want to go home please. i will do anything to get away from them. meet me in the same spot tonight i will wait all night. for the love of god please help me.</em><br><br>The servant departed quickly as Enzo reconsidered a second glass of wine. Opportunities like this didn't come around too often. It would be a shame to squander the experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 03:25:45</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) talking to Anice in her room. </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ori!" Anice said, staring down at her mismatched set and trembled, she figured they'd match shortly, only the right would grow to meet the left and not vice-versa, "I'm family, you can't do this to me! I can't go out like this!" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Orianna let out a sigh ...reaching up as she stroked her cousins cheek .... <strong>" I know your family ....but it is your own attitude that caused all this Anice. I am only following orders given to me . " </strong> as the young woman leaned forward and offered a soft kiss then to the lips . A slight whimpering moan escaping as she pulled away only to nibble slightly on the girls bottom lip before stepping back away . <br><strong><br>" Nonsense ...anyways ...of course you can go out like that ...mean a good milking before should suffice for a few hours of errands . Surly with a proper bra ...it should not be too painful . Besides ...I left the other one normal . "</strong> as she waved her hand mean it was the least Orianna could do .as she smiled up at her cousin and moved over across the way to sit in a chair . She had a nice sway in her hips ....as the girl lowered herself into it and crossed her legs in the proper ladylike manner .&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Looking back as she took in her cousins state wondering how empty she might be filling at the moment it was hard not to have some compassion anyways mean she was family. Though for the next week she would be treated like the rest of the humans about the place and used for experiments to fail Maria in teaching this one a lesson might just put the same back on herself .<strong> " Least it is me ...and I shall promise to just make minor changes to your body here and there ....so it can be endured. I do so love and care for you . Maybe you could even pick a few changes out ?" </strong> as she offered that to the girl ...hoping she might think of it more as an opportunity to explore things differently . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 04:24:05</strong>
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				<strong>Anice Xantelli</strong><br><br>"That's even worse, they're hideous!" Anice yelled, "Change them back now!"<br><br>A feeling of vertigo, of panic and illness overcame Anice. She felt like she going to lose her lunch and had to rush to her bathroom and slammed the door behind her. The whole prospect of this type of punishment made her quickly lose her lunch in the toilet. But after that was over her stomach settled down and she washed and rinsed her mouth after flushing. She lifted her shirt and the overstretched bra popped off a bit violently. Her left breast was twice the size of her right and the nipple was freakishly long and swollen. Anice grimaced with a dull low moan as she pulled her nozzle like nipple and the milk simply squirted into the basin of her tub. Somehow she had managed to figure out how to press the nipple in order to expel the milk rather quickly. She turned on the water after the first squirt to disguise the sound. It did a little to shrink her swollen breast but much to relieve the pressure. <em>If Orianna didn't follow her into the bathroom</em>,&nbsp; Anice would grab a towel to cover her strangely shaped and mismatching breasts.<br><br>What she wanted to do was put on a loose shirt and grab a poncho that would hide her current transformed bosom so she could appeal to father or mother herself. She would peak outside to see if her cousin Ori was still actively waiting for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 05:01:06</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) taking in her cousin Anice and her reaction to the punishment. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Well the outbreak of emotion was rather touching ...but had no effect on Orianna as she had become rather cold hearted over the years anyways . More into the experimentation of the transformations of her so called subjects than really having much mercy for their disapproval of such things . Anice had run into the bathroom and slammed the door though the sounds of the girl loosing her lunch and then the running water ....well , a little privacy was due as the girl was family . <br><br>Orianna just sighed ...as she twirled her fingers and tapped her thumb on the tips of them , one by one .....looking up at the clock as it ticked away . After about 20 minutes had went by ....Anice peeked out the door seemingly wrapped in a towel . <strong> " Awwhhhh there you are . I do hope you feel better cousin . Come ...let me see you. Maybe you would like some modifications after examining your new breast ?" </strong> as she leaned forward a little concerned that maybe in her haste she may of not taken the time to create something beautiful . <br><br>Orianna was quite sincere in her offer to make changes that Anice might enjoy as well ...mean it was a punishment but still . That offer was quite generous ...and she could think of a few things she might enjoy trying out herself . Maybe a lovely feathery plume instead of hair ...or a soft down of fur on the underbelly , spots like a leopard ...of even catlike eyes ...oh yes that would be lovely ...horns ...a tail to swish and swat people with . Indeed the position Anice was in right now being able to explore and feel such transformations . <strong>" Tell me , did you try to milk yourself ....I could make it so that when you did that an orgasmic release would come into effect to give you great pleasure . We could work on that together if you like . Truly this punishment could have a bit of fun as well you know ."</strong> the voice used was soft and the hint of pure excitement was not really contained . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 05:44:11</strong>
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				Anice was listening as she left the bathroom. But it was apparent that she wasn't sharing her cousin's&nbsp; excitement over having one of her breasts so altered. Anice threw on a big night shirt and then found a thin rain poncho that was baggy enough to hide what would have otherwise been obvious. She looked at Orianna and simply shook her head.<br><br>"So mother ordered you to torture because I had interest in a slave," Anice said, "This family makes no sense, I thought I was supposed to take interest in having a slave but instead I get sent to my room and have my breasts mutilated! There's nobody here that makes any sense, even father sometimes! I just don't understand."<br><br>There were a few tears down her cheeks as she spoke, and she looked towards Orianna. There was no point in resisting this even though she thought it was unfair. Ori would be allowed to do what she wanted until she pleaded her case to father. The problem was, father did not wish to see her. Anice leaned her head on the door.<br><br>"If you're going to make my breasts freakish milk bags you can at least make them match," she said. "What do I have to do to be forgiven?"<br><br>Anice braced herself, knowing whatever the case was it wasn't going to be easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 18:31:56</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) taking in her cousin Anice and her reaction to the punishment. </strong><br><br>Orianna listen to the girl indeed she did feel a little for the circumstances of such a situation as her cousin seemed to of found herself in . Smiling and folding her hands in the lap as she remained quite calm. It seemed to Orianna that this punishment was being issued more for just a mere interest in the slave it was more the nature of the interest and the common disregard to understand she was above trying to be an equal to the playthings that were merely mortal . <br><br>So when the demand came to have both breasts look the same ...well that was taken a little personal as the smile left Orianna's face. Tilting her head she stood up ...all the joy of this was being taken away by this little snobbish brat . <strong>" You know what Anice ....this ain't about your quote on quote " </strong> as she made the little symbols with her fingers in the air ..<strong>." interest in a slave !" </strong> as she put her hands down and placed them on her hips. <strong>" It is about the fact you don't realize yet that they are beneath you . You wish to know how to go about being forgiven ...accept what punishment is going to be dished out to you and go about your business in a normal fashion till you realize that fact . For the week you are nothing more than a slave to me ....and if you demand me to do something again you will further regret it . " </strong><br><br>Orianna needed to control her anger that was welling up inside and began to walk towards the door ....<strong>" I shall return to find you later ...after you have cried out those tears and are more willing to discuss the upcoming changes that will be made to your body . "</strong> Stopping at the door as she yanked it open ....<strong>" For they are going to happen ..and you are going to endure them ...as that is what has been ordered of me . So ...we can get through this week the easy way or ..I can make it your worse nightmare because I am not about to fail at this task . " </strong><br><br>Heading then out the door as she slammed it shut ....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] The Xantelli Manor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 06:00:34</strong>
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				<strong>Anice- Fearfully Awaiting Further Discipline</strong><br><br>After Orianna left the room Anice clutched her stomach and sat on the bed to cry. It would take her a while to sort her thoughts, a long while at staring at her freakishly shaped left breast. The nipple was like a teat and she could feel it filling with milk. What in the world was Orianna trying to do to her. She leaned against the bed, sometimes staring in the mirror, all her regular clothes would display her new deformity, especially her huge nipple. The thought sent a chill up her spine.<br><br>The demands of her left breast meant she was rather thirsty and hungry, so she ordered some supper and got a bottle of water out of her mini fridge. She was milking herself when the lunch arrived, so she put a heavy robe on and answered the door. The servant was sent away and she ate her food in her room before she went back and pressed her huge left nipple to relieve he building pressure on her heavy breasts. So this was what the slaves had to endure, no human should have to be punished so, her situation was only increasing her resolve for now.<br><br>For the rest of the night she found a good book and would sit and read. As needed, she would relieve the pressure of her breast in the tub and rinse everything down so it didn't stink in her bathroom. Anice hoped Orianna wouldn't return tonight, but she knew better, and simply dreaded the moment that door would swing open again. The threatened upcoming changes that would be made to her body meant this breast was merely a sample, the thought of what might be done to her made her legs shake, so she tried not to think about it.
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