Vault 110 RP: Other Areas
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				Title: <strong>Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 19:54:12</strong>
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				This thread is for the Maintenance and Security area of Vault 110, as well as any other rooms the players wish to RP in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 08:56:17</strong>
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				<strong>Overseer's Office</strong><br><br>Michael had a tune stuck in his head. The previous Overseer had been a fan of pre-war records, he'd saved a sizable collection of them and Michael had gotten into the habit of playing them when he needed something to fill the strangely sticky silence in his office, a silence that had a habit of filling itself with thoughts he didn't want to be having. Mostly those thoughts were about rules. You had to have rules. Humans were natural savages. Look at his poor doomed pre-war ancestors, all presumably fried into radioactive dust on the surface above them because they couldn't stop their own nature. <br><br>Rules and someone to enforce the rules. That was him, now. He had waited, had thought, all the time, in the noise and the smell of the canteen, in the bubble made by other people's voices he had thought about the rules. And wrong and right. What was wrong, what was right...he licked his top lip, smiled and went over to the record collection. The old player was scratching out the voice of Elvis Presley, crooning from the other side of life. Michael raised the needle with precision and care, then picked up the record and smashed it, flat-palmed against the wall. <br><br>Right and wrong. Some things were right. There was a natural order to right. You knew right, felt it in your bones like the hum of Vault technology, always with you. Or so it had always been for him. Some poor souls, he saw, they couldn't feel it, the subtle hum of right, the correct order of things, the way things had to be. They needed correction. They needed guidance. And he saw that as his purpose. Gentle guidance, the care and feeding of a Vault of souls who, with enough work, could all be perfect.<br><br>He put on another record. Carols, for a holiday long gone. He hummed along, bobbing his head. There it was, the tune he'd been looking for. He looked with some surprise at the smashed remains of Elvis, scattered all over his floor, then dismissed them. It hadn't been right. That long-ago crooning had scratched against his bones, it had felt sticky and wrong. He'd have a Mr. Handy in to clean them up. Or maybe a denizen.<br><br>The denizens. His poor beleaguered children. He would never admit it, but he felt closer to them than the citizens and security. Those other people, they needed only a gentle polish now and then, the occasional reminder of which way right lay. The denizens, though, they were the ones who needed true guidance. Many of them barely seemed to know right from wrong at all. He was blessed, truly blessed, to have the capable help he had and even then, sometimes he despaired. That was a sticky thought, crept up in on him in the quiet spaces, wrapping tendrils around his thoughts and whispering that the true path was a cleansing. A clean start. A new beginning. <br><br>But no. He would guide them. He would <em>show</em> them right from wrong, he would make them see the light, make them crawl and beg until it shown bright in their eyes, until they could feel what was right and natural and good. He would be so proud of them. He wanted to be proud of them, his grasping, savage children, he wanted to make them clean and pure and right, until they didn't scratch at his thoughts, didn't make him feel so <em>wrong</em>. He smiled at the thought, closing his eyes to savor it. The image of all of them, his denizens, his children, learning right from wrong. <br><br>Whatever it took, he would see they learned.<br><br>He heard footsteps behind him and turned toward the door of the office, startled out of his momentary reverie. <em>Jingle Bells</em> continued to play behind him, lending the whole scene a strangely cheerful air, and he smiled in greeting at his visitor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:46:50</strong>
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				---&gt; From the Atrium<br><br>Sommer followed the security officer to the door of the Overseer's office. She'd never been inside before and the thought of going in terrified her more than anything in the whole world. The last overseer had killed her parents in one of his 'purges' and she herself had nearly ended up going the same route. She wasn't sure why she was spared, but after having been rounded up by security, she was released after her parents' death. She had heard stories, stories about people who came to the office and never came back, or those who came and returned... different. What had she done? She'd always tried to be obedient, never caused trouble... Oh god, he knew! Somehow he must have found out about the other denizen's and their little 'Resistance'. That wasn't her fault though, they forced her to report to them, they said they'd... well, do things to her if she didn't cooperate, he couldn't hold that against her, could he?<br><br>She looked up at the officer who motioned for her to enter. When she hesitated he barked, "Go in!" at her in a voice that made her jump. Sloshing water from her pail onto the floor. <br><br>"You stupid girl," the officer snarled, clearly annoyed at her. He opened the door to the office, then hand on her shoulder pushed her roughly inside before the door slid closed once more. <br><br>Sommer stood in the office near the door clutching her bucket in both hands like it was a life preserver. As if it might keep her safe from whatever the Overseer wanted from her. She stared straight ahead, looking directly at the man who turned to face her, smile on his face while some strange music played in the room.<br><br>She swallowed heavily and opened her mouth to speak but only a little squeak managed to come out. Slowly she closed her mouth, swallowed again, god her throat was suddenly so dry, and tried again. "Y-y-y-ou wished to see me? Uhm... sir?" she stammered, her fear clear in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:12:46</strong>
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				Michael hesitated when the girl was brought in, then smiled as the door closed, a quick fluttering little expression. He lifted the needle on the record player, cutting off the music abruptly, leaving them standing in a sudden pool of silence. <br><br>&nbsp;"Sommer, isn't it?" She cleaned the upper floors. He knew every single person in his Vault, their names, their faces, where they worked. They were his life's work, how could he not know them? He had seen her before, walked past her crouched on the steps, scrubbing with her head down. Industrious in her work. The Overseer liked to see that, a touch of industry, someone really trying to keep the place clean. They shared that, a common sense of purpose, for what did he do here if not try to keep them all clean? <br><br>"You can put that down for the moment, I think." He motioned to the pail. He closed the distance between them, one step, two. She was delicate, young. He swallowed and flicked his tongue across suddenly dry lips and clasped his hands behind his back so he didn't touch her. "Don't worry, Sommer. You're not in trouble. Quite the opposite, really." He smiled more, grinned like they were two friends sharing an important secret. "I want to talk to you." <br><br>This close to her, there was that buzzing under his skin, making him nervous, excitable. Right and wrong. He paced absently, long legs taking him a slow circle around the girl as he talked, looking at her, watching her. "I know people gossip, talk, chatter. And someone like you, they hear all kinds of things, all of that...chatter, just filling the air. And I don't police chatter. I don't want to stop gossip, Sommer. I don't want to stop the talking. But I make people nervous." He stopped, grinned and shrugged. A 'who would've guessed' shrug, like he couldn't imagine why he made anyone nervous. Then he resumed his circuit around her.<br><br>"So they don't talk so much around me. They don't share their...thoughts on the way things are going around here and that. That's bad. I'm the Overseer. How can I fix things if I don't know they're going badly? I can't, that's how. So I need someone to come to me and tell me all that talk." He stopped his pacing to stand in front of her, too close, suddenly having closed almost all the distance between them.<br><br>"Tell me, Sommer, are you happy here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 01:35:09</strong>
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				When the Overseer motioned towards the pail, Sommer almost dropped it as it were on fire, then quickly steadied herself and placed it on the ground next to her. She rose back up and stood stiffly still while he stepped towards her, Sommer tensed, fighting the urge to run for the door with every fibre in her being. <br><br>Sommer watched him carefully, wanting to run, but too terrified to do any such thing. His words and his expression were calm, friendly, even soothing, yet Sommer couldn't help the feeling she felt, like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat just waiting, toying with it's prey. While he talked he walked around her, she could feel his eyes, studying her. It didn't have the feeling of some of the others who saw her merely as their next conquest, this was... different. While he walked behind her she kept her eyes forward, trying to relax, she needed to relax!<br><br>Suddenly, he was in front of her again, and too close, she had to tilt her head up to look into his eyes which she did for only a moment before looking back down towards the floor. Was she happy? All this talk of gossip? Did he want her to spy? She thought he must have cameras and microphones all over the vault... maybe not? The thoughts whirled in her head when she remembered his question. Was he serious? Nobody had ever asked her that before, not that she could remember. As far as she knew nobody cared if Denizens were happy, so long as they did their jobs. She waited, thinking of how to answer before deciding to respond honestly, "I... don't know sir." <br><br>She shifted uncomfortably and took a half step back, knowing her answer wasn't nearly good enough, and added, "It's not my place to complain sir, I'm just here to serve, like Miss Stone says we should." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:43:14</strong>
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				He shook his head, almost sorrowfully. "I'm sorry to hear that, Sommer. I want you to be happy. But more than happy, I want you to learn to be good." <br><br>One step to close the distance she seemed to want to put between them. His smile never disappeared as he raised his fist and backhanded her with easy force, knuckles cracking loudly across her cheek. Her skin was pleasantly warm, he thought with a distant sort of enjoyment. Then his hand tangled in her soft hair and he used it to jerk her sideways and throw her to the ground. He stared at her for a moment, his smile painted across his face, his eyes sparkling gently, just enjoying seeing her sprawled across his floor. The urges were rising, he had to fight to be slow, civilized, it wouldn't do to just start...she had to understand why. She had to understand that he loved them all. He only hurt them to make them understand....<br><br>These thoughts came and went in an instant. He stepped back and kicked over the pail, sending water splashing across his fine office floor, across Sommer. Some of it soaked the leg of his pants, too and he frowned, a quick twitch of muscles before his smile slid back into its rightful place, looking at the woman on the floor. He felt something tremble through him, a frisson of pleasure and anticipation, a hard edge of understanding what needed to come next.<br><br>"Ah, how terrible. You're soaked," he said quietly, crouching down to watch her. Now more than ever, despite that ever-present smile, there was something there of a cat watching a mouse. "You'd better take those wet things off." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:07:54</strong>
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				As soon as he shook his head she knew she had made a mistake. She should have lied, said yes, of course she was happy. That was what they all wanted to hear wasn't it? The hand that suddenly slapped across her cheek burned any doubts away, she knew that everything he said about wanting to hear the complaints of the denizens was a lie, he wanted to root out troublemakers... The backhand had caught her by surprise though, it's sudden casualness doing nothing to ease the hardness of the blow. The side of her face stung, from the strike, her lip hurt too, her tongue dashed out quickly checking and pulling back from the sting, her lip had split too. <br><br>Then before she could think, a hand was in her hair throwing her to the ground where she landed with a hard jarring thud and was soon covered with the filthy water she had been using to clean the floors of the atrium. She had wanted to scream but fought back against the urge, it would only enrage or enflame his desire to hurt her more, and besides, who would help her? The security guards outside? <br><br>She pushed herself up, still on her side, upper body supported by her hands. She kept her head down, face half hidden by the long hair that hang down in tangles in front, but a trickle of blood started to ooze from the corner of her mouth where he had hit her. She was afraid to look up, afraid to look into his eyes again. What if he saw past her fear and saw the anger and resentment that flowed behind it? Then he would undoubtedly do even worse to her...<br><br>At his words to undress she reached up with one hand, slowly undoing the filthy jumpsuit that served as her clothing. There was nothing sensual about the way she moved to obey, it was more like a robot, simply following commands, her thoughts locked away to preserve herself. She pulled the suit down over one shoulder, then sat upright and pulled it down over the other, letting it fall past her smallish breasts which she covered up with one arm. She cinched it down further, then uncovered her chest so she could use both hands to push the suit down over her round hips. Beneath she had a pair of fabric panties, clearly not in the best shape, nothing given to the denizens was, but it was all that covered her nakedness from his eyes. As soon as the suit was off, her other hand went back, covering her chest once more, while she sat next to her dirty clothes in a puddle of cleaning water that covered the floor of the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:24:23</strong>
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				He watched her undress without moving, a peculiar stillness overtaking him. His tongue came out across dry lips, wetting them, but otherwise he stayed absolutely still, watching. His breathing was soft and heavy, but strangely loud in the quiet of the office, with only the background whir of machinery and the very distant shrilling of an alarm to interrupt. Some part of his mind said he should pay attention to that alarm, but he didn't look away from her, from the careful mechanical removal of her clothing. When the jumpsuit was off, when he could look at her fully, he swallowed hard. "Stand up," he murmured, his voice distant in his own ears. "You're very beautiful, Sommer," he murmured. "You have nothing to hide. You have nothing to hide from me. I'm the Overseer. I see everything." Then his eyes narrowed and that frown, quick and capricious, flitted across his features. <br><br>"Take those off. They're wasted on you," he motioned to the underwear, his gentle tone taking a turn for the worst, cold and harsh and angry. He didn't like to see her wearing anything. He liked to watch her move and stand. He liked to look at her body, her breasts. He liked the trickle of blood oozing down her lip, he liked that so much it was an aching, a fist in the center of his chest and a fire in him that made him stir and ache. He wanted to see her bleed like that.<br><br>"You have to understand," he said softly, almost pleading as he watched her. "This is what I'm doing for you. This is what you have to learn. We were founded, this place, this great paradise, as a system. A system with everyone in their places. I'm trying to teach you right from wrong, Sommer. I want you to be happy. But to be happy, you have to know your place here." He took a step away from her, one hand absently loosening the buttons on his fine, pre-war pants. "You look very nice like that," he said with quiet pleasure. "But I think we can do better." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:57:55</strong>
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				Sommer swallowed, the dryness in her throat only getting worse with every breath she took, every word the clearly insane man before her spoke. With marked care she stood, dropping the arm that covered her, cheating her of some modesty and peeled down the last vestige of clothing that clung wetly to her body, letting it drop heavily to the floor, soaking up some of the water that lay still beneath her. She let her arms hang loosely by her sides, her face brightening with heat from the embarrassment, the shame of being forced to stand naked before this man, letting him look her over as if she were just an animal or some object, not even a person. <br><br>She listened to his words, wondering if she should respond, might it not be safer to hold her tongue? Or would that make it worse? Would he hurt her more for her silence? It was then that she thought of the scar on her back, how it had been given her by a man like this one, who had used her as well. He though, after forcing himself upon her, beat her savagely, accusing her of seducing him, forcing him to be unfaithful to his wife. That had been on her 18th birthday, and had spent the rest of that night in the infirmary before being shipped back to the lower levels where she slowly recovered over the next week. This man, the Overseer, he was something else, something much more dangerous, but a deep anger started to surface in Sommer. <br><br>"I'm sorry Sir. I'm trying I swear," Sommer murmured, biting back all the things she wished she could say, things that would probably doom her to a short and very painful rest of her existence. Instead of those things she forced down all the hatred and resentment she felt towards this man and those like him, letting self-preservation take hold once more. She looked up at him, a gentle pleading look in her soft brown eyes, "Please... teach me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 01:08:27</strong>
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				It was like being hit by lightning, breathing in heat and electricity and power. Those words, coming from her lips, were richer than all the caps in the world, better than sweet syrup of Nuka-cola. He had been right to choose her. She was special, she saw it too, how much she needed to learn and she knew enough to ask him. How could he refuse her, when she looked at him so sweetly? He had thought, for a moment...he had seen some flicker in her eye, some moment of uncertainty. But she had asked. Most of the others who had come to him, they had cried. Or whimpered. Or begged. She just asked. <br><br>She was special. He felt a momentary flash of hunger, possessive, violent hunger. He would make her his model, his perfect denizen, obedient, pliant and compliant in all things. He took a step forward and cupped her cheek in his hand, caressing her flesh, staring into her eyes with his eternal smile, now made stupid by joy. He slid his fingers into her hair, digging them in to the roots. "It will hurt," he said quietly, almost apologetically. "But you'll be better for it, I swear. You'll learn and it will be better."<br><br>He slid one hand down, from her collarbone to cup one of her breasts, sliding his hand out to take one nipple in between his fingers, rolling it softly before squeezing with savage force, enjoying the pain he saw in her eyes. "You'll be right," he said with the force of conviction. "I'm only hurting you to make you stronger, Sommer, to make you better." His fingers kept hurting her, even as he spoke, twisting and bruising delicate skin. "It's because I love you." Then the hand cupping her cheek slid down to her throat and closed over it, tightening painfully as his fingers went to work on her other breast, her other nipple, with the same bruising force. He tightened strong, pale fingers over her skin, delighting in feeling the delicate bones in her throat give just a little, bend under his strength. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 03:33:19</strong>
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				The way he held her bruised cheek in his hand, so softly, gently even sent a brief glimmer of hope through her, then his words shattered that brief desperate thought. The softness of his touch was in stark contrast to the words he spoke as he promised that it would hurt. She could almost see regret in his eyes as she stared into his, seeing the cold cruel inhumanity they possessed. <br><br>She tensed while he traced his finger down across her chest to her nipple, she looked away, past him as he toyed with her, unable to bear looking him in the eye. The sudden crushing pain of his fingers brought a startled cry from her. Her arms jerked for a second as she had to push back the urge to grab his arm and shove him away. She rose up on her toes, lowered herself, her small hands curled into little fists that she pressed hard into her side, trying to take her focus away from the pain in her breast. Then, the fingers released, the pain lingered and the wetness that formed in her eyes began to drip down from the corners. She had only a moment's respit as his hands shifted, the one moving from her face to her throat, gripping it tightly, forcing her back up on her toes as she struggled for breath. The other moved to her other breast, crushing that nipple now, twisting, pulling, inflicting more pain on her poor body. She struggled, trying hard to breath, managing to rasp out the word "Please" before she couldn't even speak. <br><br>Finally her own hands came up, wrapping around the wrist of the hand that gripped her throat, trying weakly to push his hand away loosen his grip. Her eyes met his again, filled with wild desperation as her body cried out for air, tears leaked freely down her cheeks, dripping down to join the puddle of the water on floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:22:55</strong>
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				He let go of her throat and her body to backhand her again, feeling her flesh bruise under his knuckles. It was a powerful, heady drink, and he had to drop his hands again to look at her, taking in the bruises on her neck and that little illicit trickle of blood. His smile edged up along the corners of his mouth, taunting. "Don't fight me," he said softly. "That's what you're here to learn, Sommer. You have to learn not to fight your place here." He took her in his arms and kissed her, on the lips, intimate and hard, his teeth scraping her lower lip. The sudden intimacy was there and gone and then he pulled back to smile at her. <br><br>Pressed as tightly together as they were, she could feel how hard he was, through the fine, thin material of his pants. Whatever pretenses Michael might have made, he was clearly enjoying her suffering, clearly basking in her fear and delighting in her pain. He slid his hand down her breasts again, then down the flat of her belly to slide between her legs, parting her easily and plunging painfully inside, two fingers twisting inside her. His other hand held the back of her neck firmly and violently, to keep her from moving away from him, though his eyes fluttered partially closed as he pushed up cruelly inside her.<br><br>"You'll learn," he whispered, shuddering. "You'll learn your place here. I'll teach you. I promised, didn't I?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 03:39:28</strong>
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				She gasped for breath, staggering a little to her left, her hands moving to rest against his body to steady herself when another backhand caught the side of her face. Her head snapped to the side, dirty hair whipped around, and she felt the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. Then just as suddenly his arms were around her, his lips pressed against hers, hard but not painfully so. The cut on her lip ached, she could taste her own blood mingled with the taste of him, her arms trapped against his chest, locked between their bodies. Her eyes closed and for just one moment she forgot where she was and lost herself in the intimacy before her mind snapped back remembering the horror of her situation.<br><br>Their lips parting she opened her eyes, looking into his, her breathing still heavy, almost panting. She had truly never been kissed like that, taken yes, had men force their mouths on hers, violating it with their tongues. It had always been too rough, too disgusting, there had never been any emotion in it beyond lust. Now, this man took sheer pleasure in her pain and turned it into passion, this was no game to him, he truly delighted at her suffering, it wasn't just to satisfy his lust, it was deeper, a need he felt, and that was the most frightening thought she had ever had. Sommer stared at him, her mind awhirl as she realized just how dangerous this was for her. She had to fight or she could lose herself, but she had to convince him that she was yielding, compliant to his wishes. <br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted by his fingers, having slid a course over her thin body jabbed their way inside her. It was painful the way he forced them in, she was not in the slightest ready for such a thing, or how he twisted and scraped them along her innards. Her mouth fell open and she let out a long loud moan of pain and shock. Before she could push herself away his arm hooked around the back of her neck forcing he head still, keeping her from escaping. Her tears flowed freely now, and she cried out again, in despair and misery, knowing that for now at least she was lost, there was no escape for her. Distantly she remembered stories some of the others told, stories of brave people in the past who would fight to the death rather than live as slaves. Sommer wished she could be that brave, brave as her parents had been, but, she admitted to herself she was a coward. She wanted to live even if it meant giving herself to this infinitely cruel man. Still, perhaps she could ease her suffering...<br><br>Instead of pulling away she leaned forward, resting her body against his, her small hands slipping off his chest to his sides while she turned her face to rest it against him. She still squirmed in discomfort as he violated her, groaning with each new rough movement of his digits. "Yes sir..." she whispered in between breaths, "And I want to learn." <br><br>She tilted her head back slightly to look up at him, discomfort and pain showing on her bruised face, while one hand slid down him, brushing lightly over the hardness trying to burst though his thin pants. "Let me show what I've learned..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 04:54:44</strong>
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				When Sommer's fingers brushed him through the material, he let out a groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his body became a thing of sensation. He shuddered, his hand pulling back for a moment, lingering just at her entrance, brushing between her legs. "Good girl," he said, some of his complete control vanishing. He pulled the bruising grip away from her neck to fumble awkwardly at the belt to his pants. Unlike most Vault residents, the Overseer had a particular fondness for pre-war clothing and he had a very nice collection of suits, shirts, pants and even useless artifacts like belts. He managed to get the clasp undone and tug the belt loose in one clean motion after only a moment of fumbling, though and the buttons free a moment after that.<br><br>He tugged his pants down with a few sharp jerks, a particularly undignified movement that was more about his need than anything, any thought of reeducation or right and wrong. Then he looked down into her eyes, still brimming with unshed tears and lost himself for a moment, staring at her. She was truly beautiful, in this moment. He had seen her before and he'd always thought her pretty, but now she looked...perfect. His heart raced in his chest and he leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time, more certain of himself, of her, of how right all of this was. He let his lips and mouth taste her skin, savor the delicate interplay, the gentle darting of tongues, a language entirely without words. <br><br>Kissing her, tasting her, savoring the pressure of their lips against each others, Michael felt something settle into place, a subtle paradigm shift in the universe as the world seemed to speak up and say, 'this is right. This is the way things should be'. This was right. He pulled back and smiled at her, sliding one hand up to caress her hair, tangling his fingers in it with a touch of roughness. "You're beautiful, Sommer," he murmured softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 06:17:25</strong>
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				'Thank God,' she thought, when his fingers pulled out of her, instead lingering just on the surface between her legs. The hand that had clenched her neck like a vice loosened and moved away to free him from his pants. Deep inside her a hint of laughter at his movements threatened to well up but was quickly suppressed. He would never understand her amusement at watching him struggle to free himself from his clothing, to see him undignified when he held himself up so proudly. No, he couldn't understand that, to laugh would be to invite more punishment, and possibly worse.<br><br>Their lips met again, more gentle this time, the kiss like one shared between lovers rather than a man taking what he wished. Sommer gave into the kiss, moaning into his lips, his mouth, her eyes closed as she let her tongue play with his. She pressed into him now, pushing her body, her mouth harder against his, trying to make him want her all the more, if only to keep him from hurting her for the moment. The hand that had brushed against hims before slid back over him, lightly, teasingly toying with him, trying her best to enflame his desire until he could stand no more. <br><br>When their kiss broke she looked up at him, eyes half closed while his hand moved into her hair, seizing hold of it. She hated to admit to herself how much she enjoyed the kiss, it was how she had all so often imagined it would be when kissing someone who truly loved her. The thought that she would share a kiss like that with him, this man who wished only to further enslave her made her shiver slightly in disgust with herself. <br><br>Sommer's mouth hung partly open, as she started up at him, her hand still caressing his hard manhood. At his words, a small smile crossed her lips, "Thank you sir, may I... may I please you?" She asked, licking her lips slowly, hinting at the pleasures she could offer him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 07:14:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered at her words. The idea of her bringing him pleasure was lovely, but it was her submission, offered freely--by his definition of freely, at least--that made him want to moan aloud. Instead he doubled the belt he was still holding over in one hand and ran the loop of it across her face, the caress slow and promising. Or threatening. Perhaps something of both. He looked forward to the act of reddening her skin with it, he wanted to see her bleed for him, he wanted her screams almost as much he wanted her submission. But he would take it. He would never hurt her by refusing her gifts. <br><br>He didn't answer her offer in words, though. He answered with fingers that dug cruelly into her scalp, forcing her down to her knees, enjoying watching her kneel before him for a minute. That was how she should look, would look in his mind forever, kneeling between his legs. He jerked down his briefs, shivering as the cool circulating air of the office met flesh that was burning with need. He rolled his head up to look at the ceiling, the worn metal the only sky he'd ever known, then tugged her hair roughly to indicate what he wanted, standing over her holding the looped belt, watching her.<br><br>As soon as she even started to take him in her mouth, he thrust, holding her by the hair so she couldn't escape and then it was just heat and movement and he shoved himself into her mouth without even a second thought, no prelude or gentleness about him. She was his. They were all his. He would take what was his, by right, by her offering, by caste. The liquid heat of her mouth was like a dream, a fantasy and he lost himself to it with nothing to think about, all sensation without thought. For someone like him, who lived so much into his head he barely ever came out, it was pure bliss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 17:49:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a nightmare, pure and simple, and the worst part of it was that it was a real nightmare, one from which she couldn't wake.&nbsp; She knelt before him, the hand in her hair having forced her to her knees roughly. No, even when she offered him everything she thought he wanted he still could not be gentle, he still had to hurt her. The leather of the belt that brushed against her skin had promised as much. She doubted that even if she did everything he wanted, satisfied him every way a woman could, she would escape the sting of his impromptu weapon.<br><br>She moved forward, his insistent tugging indicating what he wanted, that he wanted it now with no delay. Still, even as she moved to take him in her mouth he shoved himself forward. Startled by the sudden movement she gasped in surprise, only to have her breath cut off by the flesh suddenly filling her mouth. Still he jabbed himself in deeper, roughly, no no sensuality, no rhythm, just a mad race to satisfy the carnal pleasure he sought. <br><br>Sommer, tears still in her eye, trying desperately not to gag on the meat that filled her, did her best to please him. She looked up at him, watched his face while her lips, tongue, her mouth did their work. Again he pushed further, this time causing Sommer to choke, cough around him, drool to drip down from her lips, around him, onto her body. Sommer slid her hands to his hips, pushing to slow him down, her eyes trying to say what her mouth could not... 'let me'.<br><br>Offering some resistance to his thrusting, his urgent tugging of her hair, Sommer sought to slow him down. As soon as she had regained some control she moved of her own accord, long luxurious strokes along him, moaning from deep in her throat, letting her tongue explore, her lips caress as she had learned to do. She sought to please him, not because she wanted to, not because she enjoyed her submission, but out of fear that if she did not, worse would be visited upon her, and that alone was motivation enough for one such as her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 20:34:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He liked to feel her gag, the spasms of her choking around him, around the head of his member, adding another powerful air of delight to this game. He liked to force her, to use her, he wanted to slam into her and never stop, feel her lips bruise and her body spasm around him...he forced those thoughts down, though, she was trying to be a good girl for him, it would be cruel. That all of this was cruel did not occur to Michael, that she was on her knees in front of him and he was shoving himself into her did not bother him. This was what they had to learn...<br><br>When she managed to get him to slow down, he moaned as she worked on him, somewhat surprised at her level of skill. He moved his hips in a slow, urgent fashion, never letting her breathe or pull away from him, but enjoying how she caressed him, the way her lips and tongue moved. He enjoyed watching her too, her mouth filled with him, her desperate attempts to breathe around him. He kept his hand tangled in her hair, enjoying some control of her movements that way, but otherwise let her work him until he was slick and sliding, occasionally shoving despite his best efforts, wanting more.<br><br>When he felt himself hit that edge, he stepped back, shoving her away with a touch of harshness. He wasn't ready to finish yet, he stepped back to regain his control and looked down at her and smiled a little. "That was...lovely," his voice was even softer, with a husky needy edge of hunger. He wanted more from her and he would have it yet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 21:37:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sommer did the best should on him, but his grip on her never slacked, he never gave her much chance to breath to gain any comfort in her handling of him. Indeed the only air she managed were small gasps through her nose when he pulled back far enough. Still through it all, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and that meant he wasn't hitting her, or twisting her breasts, or strangling her. <br><br>She knew he was getting close, the movements became more urgent, his breathing shallower and more rapid, she had him so close. In her mind the single though 'finish you bastard', repeated itself over and over, as if she were willing him to flood her throat with his seed. She felt him so close, she tried to ready herself, ready to choke down whatever he gave her, then suddenly he pulled away. His hand still gripped her hair and he used that hold to shove her back. Surprised she lost her balance and fell backwards, landing half on her side. <br><br>She looked up at him as he spoke, not at first understanding why he had stopped, before realizing he was not going to let her have control. He would finish under his circumstances, not hers, and he meant to use her longer. The edge of fear returned to her face as she lay there, unmoving. "What... what would you like me to do for you sir?" she asked, her voice gentle, quiet, submissive. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 22:17:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her, sprawled, brazen and naked. After a moment, he raised one hand and undid the button on his shirt front, peeling his shirt off and letting it drop. There, now they were both naked. It wasn't something he did very often, more inclined to leave himself as clothed as possible while his victims were sprawled naked before him. But this was a special circumstance. She was special. He smiled down at her as he advanced, finally kneeling down on the hard metal so they were face to face. <br><br>The belt, still held loosely in his off-hand, traced up her legs and between her thighs as he caught the back of her neck again, staring deeply into her eyes. Then it snapped out and caught her across the belly with a sharp crack sound, leaving a welt. He flicked it backwards with expertise and slapped it across her thigh with rough force. He never looked away from her as he hit her, his expression almost blank except for that little smile, so pleased by the sounds, by her. He dropped the belt between her legs again and leaned in to kiss her with sudden force, the leather teasing, brushing against her body. <br><br>He pulled back from the kiss and laughed softly, kissing her on the forehead. "You are learning, Sommer," he whispered. "You are learning so well. I'm so proud of you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:01:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Sommer watched quietly, making no sound, no move as he finished undressing and moved to her. She simply lay there, wondering what he would do to her next, hating herself for not fighting him all the while knowing that fighting would be of no use, would only make this worse. She simply studied him, wondering what had happened to him to make him like this, to make him that that the way to love her, the rest of the denizens was to force them into absolute servitude. In a way she pitied him, thinking he could never have real love. Even in the lower levels, amongst all the hardship and privation, her people endured, they found one another and their strength helped them survive, as it had with her parents.<br><br>She felt the belt run lightly over her skin, drawing her back to reality, his other hand gripping her neck, keeping her from looking away from him. She cried out when the belt slapped into her midsection, the taut muscles there contracting in protest at the sudden flash of pain, a wicked looking welt raising on her skin. Her lips parted in another yelp of pain as the leather strap slashed into her thigh. Her legs jerked at the sudden pain, half closing her legs before stopping and pushing them open again, not wanting to be hurt more for closing herself to him. Her arms remained at her side, twitching but not moving despite her desire to cover up the hurting parts of her body, to keep him from striking them again. <br><br>The kiss then was a sudden shift, not entirely unwelcome. Given the choice she would far rather suffer the rough kisses of this maniac than the lash of his belt on her skin. Surprisingly, after the pain of the belt, the gentle caress of it actually felt good. Despite herself she moaned into the rough kiss, stopping suddenly as she realized what was happening, her eyes flashing open, frightened by the fact that even after this man started abusing her, she could feel any pleasure from him.<br><br>The kiss broken she continues to stare up at him, slightly shocked by himself, and afraid to move or speak until she managed the throaty words, "Thank you sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 00:44:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's desire was coursing through his blood, making his breathing harsh and fast as he trailed his fingers down from her collarbone, over her breasts and nipples and stomach, down between her legs, teasing her open with far less force than he had before, stroking up and down her entrance, trying to coax another sound from her. He felt far away from everything, drifting on a sea of hunger and contentment, somehow bundled together. His member throbbed, a constant pulse of need that threatened to overwhelm him, but he wanted to look at her. He almost couldn't take her in, she was so beautiful, humbled and bruised and still needy.<br><br>He would give her everything. He would make her need and ache like he ached and then he would fulfill her completely, he would take what he owned, he would drive himself into her until she became a possession, perfect, beautiful, until she understood her place under him, under all of them and reveled in it instead of fearing it. That was the fate of a denizen, he thought, watching her eyes as his fingers teased her, stroking her entrance without penetrating her. They should be taken, they should be made to understand their place, because it was right. Because it was what they all needed, really. The people who had made this place, they understood that. They understood that a society where some ruled and some served, that was a heaven, a true paradise on Earth. He just had to teach them, his people, he had to teach them how to properly serve. <br><br>It was hard for him, with the belt in his other hand, not to bring it down again, not to crack it against her flesh and watch the beautiful pain in her eyes, but there was time for that, time to feed all of his hungers. He slid the belt along her inner thigh instead, a slow caress, teasing her with the leather, letting her imagine both the pleasure and pain. He had done this before, but never so slowly, never with such great anticipation. Before it had been about satisfaction and teaching, punishment. Now he saw that punishment had two sides, that he could show her the good as well as the bad and it would be an even greater lesson. He lowered his head, forcing himself to look away from her eyes, her face, his lips brushing against her neck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:13:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sommer licked her lips, his fingers between her legs, teasing her, stroking the entrance to her, parting it slightly. Unlike before when he had been so rough, drawn a pained cry from her, now she struggled to keep from sighing in pleasure. After the pain, somehow the pleasure felt heightened, and she couldn't help but begin to squirm under his touch. Her fingers raked along the skin of her legs up to her hips, her breathing became heavier, and the first drops of moisture began to escape from within. <br><br>Despite herself she let out a long low whimper, of frustration, desire, self loathing. She could stop this she knew, and face the belt, face worse pain than his slaps and throwing her to the ground. This was the less painful path, but the more dangerous. She had to give in to the pleasure he wanted to foist upon her without surrendering herself to him. The gentleness of this, the way he stroked her with the leather, reminding her of the pain, mixed with the gentle pleasure of it's feel across her skin, the way his fingers teased her... If those who had taken her before had treated her as this, taking time to bring her some pleasure she might not have give a second thought to a lifetime of servitude, but she knew the price of being the weak under the heel of the strong. <br><br>Still, all of those thoughts began to fade away and under the hands and the lips of the Overseer, she began to feel the first real pleasure any man had ever given her. The feeling of his lips on her neck drew a low groan from her, finally pushed to the point where she could no longer hide the effect he was having. One hand slid up, touching his side, up over his shoulder, to the back of his neck, letting it rest in his hair lightly. "Sir..." she moaned breathily, her small chest rising and falling heavily with each breath, "it feels so good." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:04:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now, only now, his fingers slid gently into her, one finger, then two, gently parting her as his lips trailed down her neck, sucking soft kisses off onto the delicate skin there, teasing the skin gently between his teeth. He liked to listen to the sounds she made, especially because there was a different sort of pain in her pleasure. He suspected she was still resisting, just a touch, just an inkling, even the best girls still resisted now and then so he would forgive her for now, even his mind wanted something very different, even if he wanted her across the desk begging in a different way. This was part of the lesson too though, that he could bring her pleasure. And he did like those little sounds...<br><br>He dropped his head more and ran his tongue across one nipple, rough and teasing, then did the same to the other, teeth scraping as he caught and toyed with in his mouth. He liked the taste of her skin, heady and hot, he liked the feeling of his fingers pressing into her, the heat surrounding them, it made him ache and need, but he pulled back to look at her instead, his eyes tracing her face, seeking an answer to a question he hadn't asked yet, keeping his fingers inside her and around her, caressing slowly.<br><br>"Tell me what you want, Sommer," he coaxed, ever-present smile firmly affixed. "Tell me what you want and maybe I'll give it to you." He wanted to hear her say it. It would cement his control and turn the ache in him into a raging fire. His other hand, the one that wasn't working inside her, slid up to cup her breasts and caress them slowly, enjoying how soft and full they felt in his hand, switching attention from one to the other. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 02:52:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whereas before his rough fingers hurt, now they enflamed. She had never felt anything so amazing. Certainly she had tasted pleasure, given by herself, but it was not like this, never before had anyone made her body feel so wonderful. Part of her wanted to fight to scream at the rest of her to stop, but what harm was there in this? Taking pleasure where she could find it. Who knew when she might have a taste of something this amazing again. <br><br>She couldn't stop making the little moans of pleasure that seemed to entice the Overseer and egg him on, that is until his mouth captured first one of her nipples, then the other, teasing them so delightfully. Then she couldn't stop making loud noises, wriggling her hips to try and force his tortuously wonderful fingers further into her. She wanted him to take her now, she didn't want to say it, didn't want to surrender that last bit of control, but she knew after he spoke, that she had no choice. She wanted to see this to the finish, she wanted to know how it felt to be brought to the height of passion by someone. She would, at least for now, surrender to him, fully.<br><br>"Oh please... please sir," Sommer begged him, her voice full of lust, her body flush, her eyes lost in his gaze. "I've never felt anything like this... Please take me, make me yours. I want to know pleasure sir, please, please, pleeease teach me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 21:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was enough. He pulled his fingers out of her, taking a moment of delight in knowing that he was, however briefly, depriving her, then pushed her over on her back, on the cold metal floor of his office. One hand slid behind her head to cradle it and keep her from slamming it into the ground as she went backwards, then carefully dropped it there to hold onto her hips. Then he was on top of her, hovering over her briefly as he guided himself into her entrance, the head parting her slightly. He took a moment to look down at her and smile, taken with how beautiful she looked in the midst of need and passion, enjoying that he had brought her here, to asking, to begging, for what he was going to give her. <br><br>Then he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt inside her body, barely pulling back before he was in her again. Hard, sharp thrusts, moving inside her. Taking by force and right what was his. He lost himself, in his pleasure, in the heat and tightness of her body, in the way she contracted and squeezed around him, making him groan and whimper her name. His fingers on her hips were dimpling her flesh, she would be bruised there after they were done. <br><br>Despite his need, almost desperation, he did not finish quickly or easily, riding her in long brutal strokes. His endurance was impressive, even as he gasped for air and his chest was streaked with a light sheen of sweat. He had no time for words, at least, no moment to pause to consider higher moral truths. All he wanted was to stay like this, buried inside her. Occasionally his hands would stray to brush across her skin, her breasts, her throat. At least once, he dropped his head and kissed her hard, breathless and hungry. But mostly he just took, hard and fast and unyielding. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:25:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sommer enjoyed the attention he lavished on her body, the way he guided her, how he made her feel. She looked up at him as he paused just outside of her, wanting him to fill her, hungry for more, much more of the delights his touch had wordlessly promised. The anticipation made those few seconds seem like an eternity before he moved, driving himself in with one sharp movement.<br><br>Sommer gasped, the thrust filled her with pleasure tinged with just a hint of pain as his body slammed into hers. He then pulled back and before she could breathe, drove into her again, making her lose the little breath she had taken. Despite the forcefulness, the way he moved, thinking only of his pleasure not hers, taking what he wanted from her body, Sommer was filled with pure physical bliss.<br><br>Though he rutted much as the other men had, this time Sommer enjoyed every stroke, every jerking movement. Perhaps it was because he had taken some time to show her that it could feel good to surrender to another, that there were pleasures to be had in submission. She didn't know, nor did she at the moment care. All she knew was that he was making her feel things nobody else had ever made her body feel, and she didn't want it to stop. Dimly she heard him saying her name, she in turned moaned along to his movements, occasionally babbling about how good it felt or thanking him. <br><br>The way he squeezed her hips, the bruises on her face, the welts he had given her, all those painful things faded into the background, barely felt and almost completely forgotten in the rush of pleasure she felt. Sommer slid her arms up around his side, resting her hands against his back, feeling him, holding hims lightly. Her legs she lifted up so they draped around him, giving him total access to her, holding nothing back. She could feel her ecstasy climbing and moved her hands to his neck pulling him down into a deep hard kiss, her tongue battling with his. She moaned loud and long into him, her hands slipping down his back, scraping his skin with her nails while her mouth pulled away and she cried out, body shaking, spasming around him buried deep within her, giving her something nobody else had yet managed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 05:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her body spasm under him, her muscles clenching around him and then it was only a few more strokes inside her, deep and hot and he felt it mount like a wave, felt his body tighten like a harpstring with anticipation. He reached out and caught her throat, his fingers tightening on her skin and he let himself drown, exploding inside her. His fingers dug briefly into soft flesh, choking her again and his smile was enamored as he stared down at her, finishing hard before he carefully pulled out, rolling onto his back on the cold metal floor. He felt like he was entirely made of heat and laying there on the cool surface was wondrous, staring at the ceiling of his office, basking in sensation. <br><br>After a minute, he smiled. Then he rolled over again, propping his head on one hand to smile down at her, looking almost boyish. She was gorgeous, flushed, with his seed inside her, leaking from her. "You're beautiful, Sommer," he whispered quietly. "You're beautiful. And you learn very well." He kissed her on the forehead, then rose slowly, feeling strangely unsteady as his blood pounded its way back to other parts of his body. He also felt...changed. Touched. This whole experience, it was unlike any of those other, lesser women. <br><br>He reached for his pants, sitting on the desk to watch her rise. In the background, an alarm kept trilling and he frowned. He should probably go look into that... but he was reluctant to leave her. It might break the magic, shatter the illusion of peace and happiness that had descended on him. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:16:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sommer simply lay still, just breathing, enjoying the aftermath of what they had just done. She smiled at his words, the tender kiss he lay upon her, feeling his sweat and her mingling on her body, his liquid slowly starting to leak out of her. "Thank you sir, the lesson was... wonderful," she replied, awarding him with a bright smile, for the moment not thinking about the pain he inflicted, not even the hand that gripped her neck as he had filled her with his seed. Instead she basked in the glowing warmth of her own passion, their combined heat that was slowly starting to cool. <br><br>Once he had risen she rolled to her stomach and pushed herself up, getting her legs beneath her and standing. She paused for a moment and looked about before spotting and scooping up her clothes, soaked from the dirty water he had thrown on her, and in which her clothes had later been left to sit. She considered putting the panties on, but with how soaked they were it would only be uncomfortable. Instead she just slipped into her outfit and began to close it up, then stopped, looking up at him, somewhat concerned. "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, biting her lower lip softly and hoping that he was in fact finished, and that he would not be angry she had started dressing without his say so.<br><br>Sommer noted the alarm ringing in the background, wondering what that could signify, but she was more concerned with her own immediate fate. She studied his face, then, unable to meet his eyes for more than a moment, looked down to lock her gaze on his feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 07:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He glanced at her, surprised to find her dressed so fast. He would have preferred her to stay completely naked, of course, but he supposed he couldn't just leave her naked in his office. Of course he could stay naked in his office with her, but that alarm was starting to annoy him and the every day annoyance was coming back, buzzing in the back of his head. The pleasure, the enjoyment of completely focusing himself on someone else, the way she had responded to him--it was all faded and he gritted his teeth, looking at her with some displeasure. It was nothing she had done of course, but Michael's moods could be quicksilver, gone from violent to loving and back again just as quickly. <br><br>"Pick that up," he motioned to the bucket on the floor. "You need to get back to work. I should see what that noise is about.." He glanced at her, at least pleased she was showing the proper humility. He enjoyed the knowledge that she wasn't wearing panties, that his liquid was leaking down her leg. He wandered over to look down at her, his expression blank for a minute, his smile still firmly in place. It was almost a part of his face. He twined his fingers through her hair and yanked slightly, pulling her against his chest, then catching her chin to make her look at him.<br><br>"Don't worry, Sommer," he said quietly. "I know you're still learning. You're doing well, but there are still so many things I can teach you." He leaned down and kissed her with savage force, biting her lower lip as he broke the embrace, his smile turned savage. "And I'm sure you'll have rumors and gossip to tell me when I see you again." He turned and snatched his shirt, walking out without waiting for her answer. Leaving her to consider what her fate would be if she didn't have those rumors for him. He buttoned his shirt and headed toward the source of the alarm.<br><br>&gt;To the Atrium
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: Other Areas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:25:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sommer saw the way he looked, the smile still played upon his lips but his eyes had gone cold. For one moment her breath caught in her throat and she was sure that his anger would explode out at her. His voice ordering her to pick up the bucket made her scurry over to the yellow plastic and scoop it up. She had to fight the part of her brain that told her to run as he approached, but she managed to remain perfectly still, feet rooted in place, eyes downcast like a proper servant. <br><br>She didn't resist when he used her hair to pull her against him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. His gaze captured her as he looked down upon her, hand holding her chin so she was unable to look away, sending a twitch of pain through her face as her bruised skin rebelled against being touched. She stared up at him, thinking on his words, wondering at their meaning, what else could he want to do with her? As she thought his lips locked with hers, surprising young Sommer who yielded to the kiss, almost dropping the bucket she held in her left hand. <br><br>He broke the kiss, released her, and then spoke those words while Sommer stood frozen, panting to recapture the breath his mouth had stolen from her... Could she betray her friends? She knew what would happen to them if she did, this man was insane, he would hurt them, probably kill them, and it would be her fault. If she didn't though... if she didn't he would do something horrible to her, of that she was sure. Somehow she knew she was lucky he hadn't hurt her more today, she was sure had she resisted at all, he would have. She didn't want that, she didn't want to be punished, but she didn't want to betray her people to him... <br><br>She listened to his footsteps as he exited, leaving to go check on the alarm. Sommer stood perfectly still for a time before reaching up to wipe away the tears that slipped down her cheeks and turned to follow behind the Overseer, her new master. <br><br>--&gt; To Atrium
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