Obscaena.com (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 13:05:11</strong>
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				(http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs151.snc3/17873_516280763528_147700442_30547983_5275324_n.jpg)<br><br>Plato Greeley was having a good night at the party. He didn't go to this, or any other, college, but he was a good actor and always slipped through when the fewest people might notice a complete stranger was crashing. The small, rotund young man with glasses and leather hat took stock of the meat on display. <br><br><em>Hmm, blonde's got man arms, but the brunette's ok I guess. Let's see, ah, nice little rocker chick there but I think that was one of our recent acquisitions anyway. Higher ups said they wanted fresh flesh, classy and wholesome this time around...</em><br><br>He wasn't having too much luck finding someone who matched his mental checklist, but he knew a gathering like this had to have a few girls worth checking out. He took up a red cup of beer and began nursing it. He wandered through the house, mingling casually, acting as though he knew some people he'd never seen before in his life. They were so drunk, many of them actually thought they did remember him, but he did pick up some basic information about who was here and who was throwing the party. He kept looking, until he got close to the brunette that caught his eye from earlier. <br><br>Just as he was about to bump into her, he realized he knew her. Alexis Weston, Queen Bitch of Craycroft Acadamy. She had never exactly spurned him, per se, but he had been beneath her notice. That was about to change. He moved in for the kill as she was getting some chips and dip.<br><br>"Heeey girl, what's up eh? Jason sure know's how to throw a good time huh?"
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 18:36:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_u">(http://akokos1.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/rachel-bilson.jpg)</span><br>Alexis Weston right now was&nbsp; hanging with her friends 'notably the most popular students in the university'&nbsp; and she was having a good time especially with a couple of drinks flowing&nbsp; through her system. Alexis was dressed in a red v-neck designer sweater and a&nbsp; pair of black Gucci jeans that were crafted with a light golden spray near the&nbsp; hips area. The girl was having fun ridiculing the low brand clothes that some&nbsp; of the people in this party were wearing and her friends joined in the laughter&nbsp; and in telling Alexis how cool she was. <br><strong>"Its ridiculous really...these local brands...sometimes I think they don't&nbsp; really make anything on their own..but just sell the clothes that people like&nbsp; us throw away after wearing a couple of times..." </strong>said Alexis with an&nbsp; intensity in her voice like a Presidential candidate trying to convince people&nbsp; of his policies before the elections leading to much laughter among her&nbsp; friends.<br>She then suddenly heard a strange voice of a guy and looked up to see a fat&nbsp; loser staring at him. Alexis chuckled a little and shrugged her shoulders.<strong>&nbsp; " do we know you...cause if we don't then we are not looking for any new&nbsp; members..." </strong>she said speaking on behalf of her friends and speaking of&nbsp; their group like it was some holy grail that everyone was after and wanted to&nbsp; be a part of. Her friends laughed again. That would be enough to scare the fat&nbsp; guy away, figured Alexis.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 19:04:54</strong>
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				(http://celebrity-pics.movieeye.com/celebrity_pictures/Megan_Fox_574215.jpg)<br><br><br>Misty was running late, she was supposed to help Alexis study for her final. It was about that time of the semester and Misty of all people couldn't decide on what dress she wanted to wear. Finally she decided to go with a dark purple, casual, dress. She slipped on her hosiery and my boots. Grabbing my purse and keys she quickly slipped out the door and took off towards the party. <br><br>Finding parking seemed to be a bit of a hassle, but she managed to do so after a few moments. Misty slipped into the building giving a laugh at a couple of people and a few hellos. The guys did happen stare at her, why wouldn't they? She was gorgeous, she knew it, but she was also a bit of a nerd and that's what kept her from being like Alexis.<br><br>"Alexis sorry I'm late I just couldn't figure out what to wear" She said that with very little conviction as if she didn't really care what she wore, but she didn't want Alexis to frown upon her. <br><br>Noticing her talk to this, who she thought was kinda handsome, guy. "Hi I'm Misty, How're you doing tonight? I haven't seen you around before."&nbsp; That was her weakness she was too keen for her own good, but at the same time not keen enough.
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				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 20:13:17</strong>
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				(http://gallery.photo.net/photo/5843824-lg.jpg)<br><br>Marion wove through the crowd turning to the side to protect the armful of plastic cups with their foamy loads sloshing freely. <br><br>“I’m sorry, excuse me, look out, hey …I just need to get… right…excuse me…” She muttered to the uninterested couples around her, jostling like cells, multiplying and dividing, spreading through the room to the beat of the music. Her dark blue sweater matched her eyes and the fiery red hair made her self-conscious, nervous.&nbsp; <br><br>Her friend jenny had brought her but in less than five minutes she had disappeared with her geek boyfriend and Marion didn’t know anyone here. When the girl in the red V-neck sweater demanded someone go get her friends beer, Marion had felt a sense of immediate relief. Finally something she could do.<br><br>Swaying to keep the cups level she made her way to the group and handed them out carefully one at a time. It felt like service but it also felt good to be needed, even required. <br><br>“Here you go, here….one for you, here…” She said daring a small smile at one of the girls, receiving the blank acknowledgment one might give a manikin. Down to the final beer she offered it to the girl in the red sweater but now there was someone else in a beautiful purple dress. She was beautiful and the dress seemed to shimmer in the dim light. <br><br>Her medicine would be wearing down about now and Marion knew some strange thing might happen. But that dress was amazing. It was glowing, shining like hot neon in her eyes. She felt her mouth open slightly and then snapped it shut. Turning her head to look away the red head found herself facing a small rotund man grinning a decent “come to Vegas often” smile at the girl in the red sweater.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 21:14:53</strong>
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				She was expecting to look up and find the fatso gone but he was right there. Lazy enough to even move away when insulted she thought. But then her eyes turned to Misty at her voice. She was a good girl Misty, and great help during assignments and grades but not someone worthy of really being a friend with her. <br>She felt pity for her on occasions because of the background that she was from. Her eyes then turned to her clothes. Fine but not a-class. <strong>"you look fine darling..." </strong>Alexis said with a smile before she noticed Misty talking to the fatso. She frowned shaking her head and then shrugged her shoulders, sighing in helplessness. Misty still had a lot to learn if she wanted to hang around with the elite. <br><strong>"ah drinks everyone..!!" </strong>she exclaimed and then took her drink from the awkward looking red head when she offered it to Alexis. Alexis went in to her black leather purse and pulled out four ten dollar bills and extended it to the red head.<br><strong>"here honey..." </strong>she said but then pulled back and dug back in to her purse. <br><strong>"twenty more..its sixty now...go and get my friend Misty and fatso a drink also.." </strong>she extended her arm back out, holding the money for the red head. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 21:37:27</strong>
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				Misty knew that she looked a bit better than fine, she caught a glimpse of the red-heads reaction out of the corner of her eye. Then she heard how Alexis was talking to her. She then excused herself from the plump gentleman. "Hang on hun, I'll go with you" She said to the girl who just got offered sixty dollars, that was Alexis's way of being the boss. <br><br>With a bright smile she touched the red-heads shoulder moving along with her "I'm Misty, who might you be darling?" That was Misty's nature, she was nice to everyone. Though she was truly nice and submissive, she wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind when someone got her mad.&nbsp; She actually admired the radiant beauty of the redhead "You look stunning" 
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				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 22:13:11</strong>
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				“Oh shit.”<br><br>The words pounced into Marion’s head like panthers from the dark of the room, now jungle dark with moving forms little more than shadows, talking chatting shadows. It was very appropriate to the panic that coursed through her heart as the Purple Dress moved toward her. <br><br>Her hand closed around the money, fingers folding as they knew to do, holding the money. Money for drinks…she knew where the drinks were, she could do this. The pale red head blinked her bright blue eyes to clear her head. Get a grip.<br><br>She was moving now through the people and the Purple Dress was right beside her like a vibrant angel guiding her. She touched Marion’s shoulder and it was almost like a shock zipping though her body. She didn’t jump but she did turn her bright eyes to the side. The purple dress was almost blinding.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I'm Misty, who might you be darling?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She was speechless at first and her head was noisy with internal racket. Don’t stare, your staring, don’t stare, tell her your name, for gods sake, don’t just stand there!<br><br>“Marion!” She said a little too loudly and then flushed swallowing up her freckles and sending a sash of scarlet over her pale nose. “I, ahh, my name is Marion…” she said with a small smile that she meant to be secret but there it was on her full pink lips.<br><br>Her eyes went back to Misty’s dress and then to her beautiful feline eyes, eyes that belonged in a jungle like this, eyes that could rule a jungle like this. The money disappeared from her hands and the drinks filled her palms, her fingers knew what to do, troopers till the end.<br><br>“And you look…” she began as her internal voice tried to strangle her. Don’t do it! don’t you dare, don’t say it!<br><br>“You look beautiful.” Marion heard herself say in a silly star struck way that made her want to hide. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 22:56:37</strong>
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				She smiled softly "Its a pleasure to meet you Marion"<br><br>She blushed deeply as she heard the comment of how beautiful she was and it just boosted her self esteem a few notches. "Thank you, you're very beautiful yourself" Her smile was soft, but very deep and my eyes glistened as I looked over to the red-head. Her eyes were deep and full of light and life alike. <br><br>"What do you do for fun sweetie? If you don't wanna stick around here than I'd be happy to perhaps go else where and we can talk?" Misty didn't wanna be here to begin with, in fact she made sure that she didn't get any of the intoxicating and foamy substance.
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				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 20:00:01</strong>
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				<em>Oh ho, not often the sheep bare their throats these days. Most excellent.</em><br><br>Plato looked over this new player, this girl in a purple dress. It seemed Alexis knew her, which was most interesting indeed, and judging from her reaction, she was not pleased in the slightest that her friend showed such apparent interest in him. He mused for a split second how some people just never change. People either did things Alexis' way, or they were practically subhuman for daring to go against her conception of normality and attractiveness. He could make this work quite easily. <br><br>Before he could answer the girl, his underling Marion finally appeared. She was difficult at times, but certainly came in useful. He was rather aghast when Alexis treated her like a waitress, breaching the most common of courtesies in the process, but it did put the girl with another pretty young thing, so he was actually quite pleased. If things worked out, that would be three new pairs of tits in the space of two hours. Practically a record. He nodded a thanks to Alexis for at least getting him another drink, but then continued speaking to the girl in purple.<br><br>"Well, Misty, now that drinks are on the way, my name is Plato, I was just commiserating over old times with my old, old friend Alexis here. We used to go to high school together, you see, though it seems she's forgotten. Have you, Alexis? Plato Greeley? I was only in half of your classes?"
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				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 21:55:15</strong>
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				Marion smiled at Misty feeling a warm glow in her chest, it almost made her want to laugh, to cover her face and laugh in to her hand. The darkness all around still moved, alive with shadows but Misty was a shining light all by herself. Just being close to her was like being in love. She tried to stay calm but she couldn’t keep from smiling.<br><br>“Talk?” She repeated handing out the drinks. “Talk with me? Oh! Oh yeah talk. Oh god yes that would be great.” She said in her sweet voice trying not to laugh aloud. Misty’s voice filled her like a cup, like a drink fizzing to the top of her.<br><br>The from behind her Otto spoke, she heard his name, his name said in his voice and her heart froze. She felt as if it were clenched in a cold fist barely beating behind her ribs. Her blue eyes flew open and panic snatched at her backbone. She knew Misty could see it, the fear in her eyes, the raw nerve terror there. She tried to blink it away as the phone call came back to her. Now she remembered, the phone call telling her where to be. And Jenny…where was… She remembered that too.<br><br>Marion’s lips moved making Misty’s name silently. She reached out and grabbed the beautiful girl’s hand. “I need you to stay, don’t leave me please.” She whispered secretly to the purple dress, the beautiful eyes hovering over it. The touch of her skin was like a magical balm spreading up through her skin like a beautiful drug<br>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 01:15:01</strong>
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				Misty's eyes narrowed a bit, it was obvious that she was a bit worried. What was it that could have gotten this poor girl shaken so quickly. "Marion, would you like to go some where more quiet? Just us?" She thought that at least this would help her get her mind off of things. Somehow or another she herself was getting a bad feeling off of whatever was going on at this point in time. She didn't like it and it would have been fine with her to go somewhere else.<br><br>Something about Marion just made her comfortable and smile, but right now she was a little bit worried about the panic stricken girl. "Come on just you and me, I'll drive" Then she thought for a moment "Hell if it helps relax you then you can drive" She had a half cocked grin on her face, the grin was completely innocent Misty was a truly trusting person.<br><br>"Come on it will be fun"
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				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 11:08:56</strong>
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				<em>Wow, those girls move quickly. Ok then, that works out nicely.</em> He did hope Marion could hold on without him. He realized it had been a bit since her last dose. So long she didn't turn violent too quickly it would work out fine, but he dearly hoped she could keep enough of herself together to at least keep plan B occupied and distracted for a hooding if gentler methods proved too difficult. <br><br>While his polite response remained unanswered as Misty focused her attention to Marion, Plato had still poisoned Alexis' well. A young woman whose entire power base was solely built upon outsnobbing other snobs was in an ever precarious position. Being too overtly rude wouldn't help her cause either, as it would only drive what few friends she had with an intact conscience further from her. The sniggering of her friends as Plato continued to describe every snub and brush-off he and half the boys of their school experienced directly at her hands, with a skillful mixing of self-deprecation and detailed accounts of the failures her choice in men provided ample example of, soon won him no small amount of favor with her hangers-on. Everyone around her had felt what it was like to not meet her perfectionist standards, so to hear a firsthand account of Alexis' many gaffes and missteps was music to their ears. <br><br>Interspersed with these stories, Plato subtly found ways of excluding individuals, one by one, from the conversation by directing them elsewhere. He played matchmaker for several men Alexis had barely paid attention to, and saw to it that one girl who didn't meet the criteria of his superiors was properly inebriated and then safely taken care of by another friend. <br><br>In barely half an hour, Alexis was alone and separated from her herd. He set the trap. <br><br>"So, Alexis, if I recall you had in interest in a modeling career? What if I told you I knew a guy at a very prestigious agency looking for new talent they can build a franchise on?"
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 17:38:46</strong>
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				Alexis watched in dismay as Misty walked right off with that redhead. Well if she wanted to hang out with trash then who was Alexis to stop her. It was sad that even her own company couldn't teach Misty that it wasn't cool to hang out with people like that red head. But well what the heck. She turned her attentions back to the group where the fatso, what was his name again, Plato, yeah was talking with her friends. <br>Alexis frowned upon the fact that he was repeatedly trying to put her down by talking about some of the goof ups she made in high school. Hell she was in high school..!! But she tried to laugh along, wanting to show that she was a sport. And half an hour in to the conversation she found herself totally alone with fatso. <br>Alexis was about to get up and walk away when he stopped her, talking about her modelling career. It was something Alexis has always been fond of but never had the opportunity to do something about it. Suddenly fatso didn't seem that bad a person. <br><strong>"A modelling agency..huh....well they could certainly build a franchise on the talents of The Alexis Weston..." </strong>a little grin played on her face as she talked herself up. <strong>"Its not like I haven't been given such offers yet...you can say I have been waiting for something prestigious just like this agency you talk about.." </strong><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 18:08:57</strong>
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				(Marion with Misty - leaving the party)<br><br>Her heart was beating like a rock and roll drum break. Otto’s voice echoed in her skull, clawed at her mind. The purple dress blazed like salvation tough and those eyes, catlike and deep as pools. She knew she could get calm, find her center if she could just look into those eyes for a while away from the thump of the jungle drum music and the hot darkness of the party.<br><br>“Walk!” She squeaked squeezing Misty’s hand and moving through the crowd with her. “I mean, I just need some air, a walk.” She looked over her shoulder, a small smile on her pink lips. The purple dress flared in the darkness and the touch of the girls hand <br><br>She shouldered through the jungle of shadows, their dark eyes scraping across her making her flinch. It was like forcing her way through brambles but in moment door was ahead of her with its brass French handle and she levered it down.<br><br>Dragging Misty out into the cool night, it felt like being plunged into a stream, able to breathe at last. The breeze moved through her ginger red hair and she took in a deep breath closing her eyes briefly. Then it occurred to her that she had dragged a girl she had just met through a party. She turned to the dark haired girl, her eyes were just as beautiful in the light of the stars, just as captivating.<br><br>“Oh I’m sorry Misty, I didn’t mean to drag you out of the party, I just needed… I just wanted to walk around a little.” Marion said feeling better already. “Would you like to walk with me for a little?” She asked shyly.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:13:27</strong>
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				Misty followed along, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do anyways. Her natural sense to help anyone she could had already taken over and she would do what indeed it did take to help this girl. Alexis was too busy to do her study's to begin with, so this was a chance for her to escape without question, though she was sure it wasn't without detection. <br><br>As soon as they stepped out Misty shuddered a bit she had left her coat inside, but she would be fine. "Sure hun, that's not a problem. " She smiled brightly and awaited for the young Marion to lead the way. "Mind if we stop off at my car and get a coat? Its a thin dress" She kinda blushed a bit as she awaited.&nbsp; Goosebumps covered her arms and as her cheeks turned rosy she couldn't help but to look down and to the side. The smile on her face was that of a crush stricken school girl.
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				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:24:53</strong>
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				(Marion with Misty – Outside the party)<br><br>Marion looked at the girl and the purple dress was almost black in the moonlight. Her breath misted in front of her like a spirit set free. She thought she could see the tight hardness of nipples behind the thin material, gathered in the sudden cold.<br><br>She raised a pale hand to Misty’s bare shoulder. Certainly, it would be cold; certainly her beautiful smooth skin would be cool to the touch, a dark marble beautiful under her pale fingers. Butterflies fluttered between her hipbones at the thought. But Misty’s shoulder was warm, warm in the cold air and shivering slightly. <br><br>Marion wrestled with doubt for a moment. Should this girl’s skin be warm or cold? She wanted to kiss Misty so bad at that moment it nearly leaned her right in, almost bent her double. The red head clenched her thighs together and shuffled forward wrapping her arm around the bare shouldered girl.<br><br>“Sure, you need a coat, where is your car, lets get you something to put on.” She said softly, her mouth very close to Misty’s cheek, her full breast hidden in the folds of the loose blue sweater, now pressed against the dark haired girl’s arm. <br><br>She followed Misty’s lead and every step jostled the two together.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:38:31</strong>
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				Misty was a bit freaked out, but she shrugged it of rather quickly. A bit of a smile on her face as she lead the girl across the way to her car. It was a 1967 Shelby GT 500, it was gray with blue racing stripes. The interior was a plush grey that was soft to the touch, even Alexis had never seen her car. "Just a moment" she said.<br><br>She unlocked the door and bent over into the car, her ass was waving around outside the door as she reached for her black long coat. "Do you wish a coat? I have another one I can grab from in here" It was for Alexis because she probably would have had to supply one for her. She waited bent over in the car for an answerl.
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				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 01:46:09</strong>
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				(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070325192726/uncyclopedia/images/c/ca/Single_12_Year_Old_Female_ISO_Pervert.png)<br><br>She wasn't normally the kind to come to a party, even now after all these years. Being who she was though, she had let herself get dragged to a college party of all things. Young enough to look like she belonged, but old enough to know better, Chrissy despised these places. In her short life she had experienced plenty of parties of this nature, and the only reason she was here now was that her friend had drove her, and wanted to hit one more place. It was easy to party at a club.. but to crash a college party meant a whole new set of rules. She settled down on the first couch she saw, and thanked the heavens that she already started seeing pairs of people wandering out. The party might very well be winding down, and then she could go home. <br><br>She twirled her wavy blonde streaked hair around a finger, bored and feeling a bit abandoned as she quickly lost sight of her friend in the swarm of bodies bumping around. She lazed back a bit, pulled out a smoke, an acceptable alternative to some of the other lingering smells around, and got around to people watching.
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				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:55:35</strong>
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				Plato grinned wolfishly, then sat down on a couch opposite a pretty blonde woman, bidding Alexis to join him. He&nbsp; didn't dare hope to ensnare their new companion as well, but if she was like any other young woman, he'd plant the seed in her mind as he described this "modeling agency."<br><br>"Oh yes, yes, Dmitry, my friend, he's a photographer for them. They mostly do European markets, a few south Asian niches, and the like. But they want to expand further into the US. They are big on taking new talents, training them, teaching them everything there is to know. You may not start out with a multi-million dollar deal right off the bat, but you can reasonably expect maybe a grand or so for a few days work. If they like your first few shoots, that's when the fame and fortune rolls in. But I have to tell you, it's fiercely competitive. They only want to focus their time and attention on two or three girls right now. Best of the best and all that, you understand."<br><br>Plato had no reason to doubt Alexis would be willing to do almost anything, but he had to take things at her pace right now. However, he thought he might be able to build up a rivalry and speed things up...<br><br>He turned to their couchmate. "You know, now that I get a good look at you, you might want to pay attention to this deal yourself..."
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 14:52:29</strong>
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				(Alexis - joining fatso and the dumb looking blonde on the couch) <br>She listened to the fatso as he explained all about the agency. It sure seemed big enough. She wondered how proud Daddy would be to see her doing something this big on her own, without his help. She would surely keep it a surprise for him. Alexis had no doubt in her abilities to survive the competition that he was talking about. <br>But before she could reply she saw him turning to that dumb blond that seemed too old to be at a party like this anyways and reeling her in this conversation too. But Alexis cut them off without even giving a chance for their conversation to develop. <br><strong>"Well I assure you there won't be a need for you to look at her...I am all in...and I would be an asset to that agency...not a liability like her if you take her..i will be the best of the best.." </strong>'asset' , 'liability' , a few words she had learned from Misty last week and was in a way dying to use them in a sentence. Thinking of Misty, where was she, Alexis looked around and couldn't see her anywhere. She frowned a bit and sighed. She must have left with the redhead. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 17:59:04</strong>
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				(On the couch with Alexis and Plato) <br><br>She was forced to the corner of the couch. The man didn't smell per say.. but he did seem to take up quite a bit of the couch on his own. At the implied offer of a modeling job, she nearly laughed. That was of course until the bitchy brunette butted in. She straightened herself, looking.. well glaring really.. past the bulbous shaped man to the anorexic looking snob. "Hey. 'Scuse me but do you have some sort of mental disorder?" She looked back to the man and gave him her best smile, "You wouldn't want 'talent' like that in the agency.. I mean look at her.. stick thin, attitude to high hell.. she thinks she's god's gift to this earth." She stood up, and though she wasn't dressed to impress in her short jean skirt and low cut sweater, but she thought herself more appealing by leaps and bounds.. everyone knew blondes were sexier. <br><br>"Look.." She said, pointing out the soft curvy shape of her body, "This would be more your tastes I would think, big boy." She offered a grin at Plato, though she shot a quick, hateful glance back over to the other side of the couch. "Wouldn't you agree?" It wasn't like her to even entertain such a ridiculous offer, of course.. But that.. that woman had done nothing less than call her a plain jane.. or worse, a lesser person than she was. Chrissy just would never let herself stand for that kind of talk from some prissy college bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:57:28</strong>
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				(Marion with Misty - at her car)<br><br>Marion watched Misty bend into the car and twitched. The car was beautiful but at the sight of the girl bending over into it images came flooding into her mind unbidden. Like a flock of panicked doves, pictures of the other red haired girl fluttered up, her face speckled with crimson like aggressive freckles, her green eyes staring and open forever. Images of the brunette becoming paler as her life drained away slowly, and the girl with no hair at all, bending over the low concrete wall, exposing the one place they had not yet used…<br><br>Marion twitched and shook her head turning it into a natural movement, smiling to cover her brief fugue. “Ahh no. no thanks I’m fine, the cold doesn’t really…it’s not that cold… I mean to me. To me it’s not that cold.” She said stepping on her own words.<br><br>“I can’t believe you’re out here with me instead of in there though. I'm sure there are boys who would love to…” Marion caught herself before the letter F made it out. “...meet you. I mean, you’re so pretty.” She silently winced at her awkwardness and marked a point for dumb sentences, nothing for herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 21:11:22</strong>
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				Misty just laughed as she crawled out of the car and slid her blue long coat on.&nbsp; The stuttering of words and actions by Marion was kind of cute and Misty couldn't help but to smile at the girl. "Marion I haven't found a guy that attractive in a while, I have personal reasons for that. You're really rather stunning and I find you interesting. I think hanging out with you is more fun that tonguing another guy. "<br><br>She lifted her arm at the elbow as if she was to be escorted "Lead the way hun" Her coat was plush and warm to the touch. It was a rather brisk night, but the sky was clear and the moon was full. The moon light seemed to glisten off of Misty's soft skin. She couldn't help but to smile at the beautiful scene. "Isn't it a beautiful sky"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 22:13:33</strong>
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				(Marion with Misty – Walking down the street)<br><br>Hearing her talk was like flying and when she talked about tonguing it felt like falling. Marion could still feel the rough leather collar around her own neck, the feel of the bulbous cockhead at her sobbing lips, the swishing fall of the rod across her puffy nipples bursting with pain, blooming into agony.<br><br>She snapped out of it with a shy smile and threaded her arm into Misty’s, squeezing herself close to the plush fabric. She led them down the block away from the party. Dark windowed brownstones rose on both sides promising the open street privacy this neighborhood was know for and the slight thrill of being in public at night alone.<br><br>The tall moon shone so bright that the night was crystal clear and lovely lit. Marion looked up with Misty, up to the sky, the moon, even the stars beyond where the city did not erase them with the tawdry lights of its presence.<br><br>However, she was keenly aware of the earth, the ground and all the terrible things moving there, following, skittering after them and clicking their shiny mandibles, waiting… always hungry and waiting.<br><br>“I don’t have good luck with boys at all.” Marion admitted turning her pale face up to the great round light. “I guess I find them a little scary, a lot scary really.” She said with a small laugh making her face look perfectly natural, perfectly beautiful. Telling the truth made her feel a little better.<br><br>“But I like you a lot already. I hope that’s not creepy.” She said turning her head, blue eyes almost electric in the light of the night. “I just feel like you won’t hurt me.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:17:15</strong>
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				(With Marion walkin somewhere) <br>Misty smiled a soft smile as she heard what Marion said and replied "I like you too, you seem to be pretty safe too." She looked to the girl "I've never hurt anyone in my life, its just not in my nature. I hate to see people get hurt." She kissed Marion's forehead gently then continued walking down the road.<br><br>''Honestly I really can't stand Alexis, her holier than thou attitude gets on my nerves. I am really sorry for how she treated you and I plan to talk to her about it tomorrow after the tests are complete. You shouldn't have to deal with that and you're no maid or waitress you're a pretty girl that deserves to be treated right." It was obvious that it got her upset, but she walked down the road silently for the next couple of moments.<br><br>They walked a couple blocks or so, probably a good 15&nbsp; minutes away from the party. Misty yawned softly as she began to get tired, she'd been up all day studying. Rubbing her left temple she stopped and closed her eyes for a moment "Its getting pretty late and I'm getting pretty tired."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:00:30</strong>
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				Plato couldn't help but smile. The sheep weren't just lining up for slaughter, they were fighting to be first in line for the honor! Human nature was a wonderful thing. He was so near to closing the deal he could taste it. All that was left to do was to get them into place. <br><br>"Ladies, ladies, please. I am merely a friend of this man, not the final arbiter. I can guarantee you an audition, but you need to make it on your merits alone after that. Dmitry is a very demanding artiste, and expects perfection and ambition. I'm not the one you need to prove yourself too. I'll tell you what, give me a moment to call him up, it's still early for a party guy like him. With any luck, the three of us can go meet him within the hour at whatever club he's infesting right now. You two just play nice and I'll see if he's up for it."<br><br>Assuming their assent, Plato walked off a bit, getting some much needed privacy. He needed to reach Marion, make sure she was holding together and could still pull her part off. She was his responsibility. Her failures were his, and he knew what tended to happen when Marion's control slipped around pretty young things like Misty when there was no one to provide oversight. <br><br>"Em, this is Gee. React as though a friend is calling to check up on you. Bring your subject to the van. Subdue and restrain in ten minutes, and minimize damage to the product. Expect me and two subjects in between fifteen to twenty minutes. I will attempt to subdue them both with my tech, but be prepared to provide immediate support at the first sign of resistance. Breath-control hoods should do the trick for your part there, but keep some cuffs close at hand as well. I am understood."<br><br>He cut the phone before Marion could answer. She wasn't yet allowed to do anything more than support him, let alone act on her own. He'd already given her enough leeway due to the circumstances, and he had to bring her to heel. That settled, he returned to the two lovely pieces of meat, all smiles. <br><br>"Congratulations ladies. You two are in. Dmitry decided to slum it a bit tonight, went to some dinky hole in the wall. Good twenty minute drive, but he gave me directions. If you are still interested, we can take my ride. But this offer is good tonight only, if you back out now, he'll be choosing amongst the girls that already applied.&nbsp; He's a busy man and is only seeing you two as a favor. If you are still up for it, follow me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 20:57:58</strong>
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				(Marion with Misty - Walking back)<br><br>When Misty's lips touched her forehead Marion felt a weakness weave into her knees, She almost grabbed onto the beautiful girl for balance. Then she felt her phone buzz in her jeans pocket, it vibrated and the feeling sent up her spine like cold centipedes. The feeling made her puffy nipples tighten under the blue sweater.<br><br>“Ohh! hang on a sec.. I have a...just...” She stammered fumbling the scratched up cell phone out. Its silver plastic skin looked more like it belonged at a construction site than Marion’s pocket. She flipped it open and slid it under her hair against her ear.<br><br>For one brief moment she felt the shock of recognition, the hot brand of fear and guilt, shame and horror, creep in through her ear, nesting in her brain. And then it all made sense. She understood exactly how to feel better. She understood exactly how to make things right and It was a little amazing that she had not seen it all before. She felt a little embarrassed at being lost, being some red riding hood most of this night.<br><br>Marion laughed and nodded. “Okay yeah, I'll get it no problem sorry Jenny.” An image of Jenny cane to the red head, her mouth open wide and a high pitched keening sound ripping forth from it as her thin body shook with the pounding strokes from...&nbsp; She said offering a sheepish look back to Misty.<br><br>“Its late. Lets get you back. I sure did have a nice time walking with you though. Maybe we can see each other again, like to study and talk and things.” She still felt awkward but just knowing what to do was so much better.<br><br>“Can we swing by and pick up something for my friend? It is on the way back.” She asked pointing to the white van just barely visible on the other side of the long street. The party house was the same way but over the hill and Misty's car would only be a little farther.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 22:10:19</strong>
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				Misty nodded a bit, this seemed a little suspicious to her, but she shrugged it off as watching too many movies. "Sure, lets go."&nbsp; She yawned a bit as the turned and went down the sidewalk heading back to the party. <br><br>Misty offered a smile "I feel as if meeting you is going to change my life, I'd love to hang out again." she spoke with conviction, but little did she know how true that was and probably not in a good way.&nbsp; Then halfway to the van she blushed a bit "I like you Marion and I think possibly if its alright with you. Monday night we could go on a date? My treat" She was bright red as she kept her eyes down and to the side, she wasn't used to being the outgoing one, but tonight she just couldn't help it. <br><br>It was only a few minutes as they walked to the van Misty looked around a moment and smiled "Wheres your friend darling?" Turned away from Marion and looked out onto the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 14:29:55</strong>
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				Alexis was left in completely awe as the dumb looking blonde tried to put her down in front of Fatso. She couldn't in hell understand what did he saw in that bitch. <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92552.msg4046483#msg4046483">Quote from: Allison on 23-12-2010, 17:59:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(On the couch with Alexis and Plato) <br><br>&nbsp;"Hey. 'Scuse me but do you have some sort of mental disorder?" She looked back to the man and gave him her best smile, "You wouldn't want 'talent' like that in the agency.. I mean look at her.. stick thin, attitude to high hell.. she thinks she's god's gift to this earth." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"oh really..and he would want a cow like you..a cow born in a sewer..." none was better than Alexis in throwing rants and she was proud of it and it didn't concern her that some of her rants really were way over the top and often end up hurting people deeply. <br>If it wasn't for fatso interfering, Alexis would have got her hands on that blonde and beat her but then she might not have, touching scum like that, not scum but disgusting scum was something she would refrain from doing. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92552.msg4048789#msg4048789">Quote from: Meister on 24-12-2010, 09:00:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"Ladies, ladies, please. I am merely a friend of this man, not the final arbiter. I can guarantee you an audition, but you need to make it on your merits alone after that. Dmitry is a very demanding artiste, and expects perfection and ambition. I'm not the one you need to prove yourself too. I'll tell you what, give me a moment to call him up, it's still early for a party guy like him. With any luck, the three of us can go meet him within the hour at whatever club he's infesting right now. You two just play nice and I'll see if he's up for it."<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Alexis nodded her assent to Fatso as he walked off to may be call his friend. She then quietly eyed the blonde sitting in front of her. " why do you wanna do modelling anyways?...is the Prostitution is hit by recession too.." she said in a bitter whispering tone to the blonde. 'Recession' another word Misty taught her and she had been dying to use. She wondered if the blonde even knew its meaning. Alexis saw that she was about to say something but was cut off as Fatso came back. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92552.msg4048789#msg4048789">Quote from: Meister on 24-12-2010, 09:00:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"Congratulations ladies. You two are in. Dmitry decided to slum it a bit tonight, went to some dinky hole in the wall. Good twenty minute drive, but he gave me directions. If you are still interested, we can take my ride. But this offer is good tonight only, if you back out now, he'll be choosing amongst the girls that already applied.&nbsp; He's a busy man and is only seeing you two as a favor. If you are still up for it, follow me." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Alexis smiled lightly at him and got up to leave already. " well lets go then..." she said looking enthusiastic before turning bitterly to the blonde. " unless of course you have a John to take care of first.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 03:53:57</strong>
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				Chrissy wasn't normally one to be goaded into something that seemed shady, but the bitch had gotten to her. Holding back her comments.. smoking her cigarette in favor of a catfight in the middle of a college party she wasn't supposed to attend seemed reasonable. At least that was until she was called a prostitute. She'd be damned if that kind of talk would fly around her with some prissy little skank. She dropped her smoke in a nearby cup, not caring if there was any beer left in it or not and stood to confront her. Instead, she was greeted by the voice of the chubby man with the offer. She stopped short, turning and smiling to him.<br><br>At hearing that an interview of sorts would be taking place, her heart beat quicker than it already was from being stirred up by Miz Priss, Chrissy little dubbed name for her. "I.. yeah sure, what the hell could it hurt?" Even if she wasn't selected, she knew for damn sure that they would pick a blonde over a brunette any day. At least her body had curves.. men would never admit they didn't like those anorexic girls.. but they don't. They want a girl they can grab and hang onto.. Skinny minnie little sticks are just too full of angles to grab anything comfortable. She moved to follow the man, trying to stay closer to him than Miz Priss was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 11:38:47</strong>
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				Plato could tell from the energy in the room that he had just barely prevented a real catfight. He was too professional to be disappointed as a guy, because he knew full well the two of them would be getting a lot closer later. But that was for the future, he had to concentrate on the now. He was sure Marion would take care of things on her end, so now it was just up to him to get these two ladies out the door and on their way. So far, the hardest part in that plan was keeping them in one piece for the trip. Maybe he should have brought muzzles, just in case.<br><br>"Whoa there, ladies, not that I'm one to stop a catfight, but I can guarantee you neither of you will get a shoot if you show up all covered in scratches and bruises. How about I just slip in here, and the two of you just keep your cool." He stepped in between the two of them, one hand each on their backs, ready to lead them gently to the door outside, and guiding them to their fate.<br><br>He saw a random guy hanging out in the house's kitchen as they started to go. He winked at him, having considerable fun in the process, but didn't hang around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 17:12:47</strong>
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				Alexis tried to cool herself down some as she continued to eye the dumb blonde. She just couldn't understand what fatso saw in that classless bitch. She should be the only one getting this opportunity to audition, she was the only one that deserved it, that had the looks for it and the class to be the face of a prestigious agency. <br>"Alright..I am cool..lets go..." said Alexis as fatso stepped in between her and the blonde. She began to walk out of there along with the both of them, feeling fatso's hands on her back. It would surely look like that Fatso was taking both of them home to the people in the party. Alexis couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought of how stupid people were sometimes really. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:04:38</strong>
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				Prissy brunette aside, Chrissy was sure she would score big and become a model. She had the subtle curves for it of course, and the face for it as well. The pig headed streak in her kept her from seeing anything but dollar signs and delusions. What she didn't have for a career like that.. was the attitude. Far too jaded for her age, Chrissy was high strung, and always on edge. For her not to see any warning signs was so far out of character for her, though her emotions were digging at her, pulling her vision shut and keeping it tunnelled so that she could only focus on that carrot at the end of her stick.<br><br>She bumped along next to him, vaguely aware of the party around her, and she pushed that sense of unease at leaving with someone other than her ride out of her mind. She wouldn't need a ride if things went right for her at the slummed up interview. Besides, one thing she knew well was the skeezy side of things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 03:21:54</strong>
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				(Marion and Misty&nbsp; - by the Van)<br><br>Marion smiled gently and flicked her blue eyes just over Misty's shoulder, as if finding a friendly pair or eyes there, as if seeing someone she knew well there. It was the lure, the darting sparkle cast to one side and as soon as Misty started to turn. The Red head's hand moved like lightning, like a cobra she stuck. The meaty sound of her palm thwacking into the nerve cluster as the base of Misty's neck just above her shoulder sounded muffled and heavy in the cold night.<br><br>The force of the blow rocked the other girl to one side as her nerves flared and went temporarily numb, knees bending, back relaxing, falling. Marion felt the force of the blow up her arm, her muscles burned with the power of the hit and for a moment she felt the cold dread that she might have killed the girl. Was she turned enough? Was she breathing?<br><br>Marion slid forward and gathered Misty's warm, limp form to her, flopped the arm over her shoulders and walked her to the back of the van. The dread left her only a little when she felt Misty's breath warm on her cheek. She would be coming back around any moment now.<br><br>The van doors opened at her touch and she was able to get the girl into the van with no trouble. A frenzied manic strength filled her, like butterflies all over her body. This would help, this would help her so much she just knew it.<br><br>The back of the van was open and dark with rows and rack of hooks, “O” rings and pegs. Right by the door was a mounted dispenser with construction strength zip ties and Marion snatched one down as she stepped up into the bed pulling the other girl with her. It zipped from the box pulling another out to replace it and she put the one in her hand into her mouth gripping it in her teeth as she hauled Misty up over the threshold.<br><br>Each door had a metal wire that kept it from swinging the full range of its hinge and she had only to jerk back on the wire to slam the door closed behind them. It was dark in the back but she knew everything by heart, all the hooks and rings, all the boxes overhead and near the front. She knew then all.<br><br>She felt like she was in fire, between desire and a twisting knife of guilt she swept Misty back against the racks forcing her to a natural kneeling position. She felt some resistance and knew that the nerve blow was already wearing off. It wouldn’t be long now. Her hands went behind her, zip, zip, zip.<br><br>She snatched more ties as she needed them. Zip zip, hands low and cuffed in plastic ties meant to hold wood and steel. Zip, zip, ankles secured while her party shoes fell uselessly to either side. She left the head to fall forward, wobbling as the disorientation fled. <br><br>Rocking back on her heels Marion flipped open a box and brought forth a hand taser that sparked between its metal prongs with an electric bark like a guard dog and the duct tape. She should tape her, she should tape her mouth closed but Misty was so pretty, so sweet. Marion didn't want to put tape on her face. Misty would understand, she would understand all about what Marion needed.<br><br>As the clubbed girl made her first sounds, Marion crawled forward and pressed the taser into the kneeling woman's stomach, just pressed it there making little shushing sounds.<br><br>“No, no no, don't say anything Misty. Don't say anything, just be quiet baby. Just be quiet for me okay? It will be okay.” She said feeling every inch of the lie spill from her, but it was worth it. This would help her so much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 07:08:22</strong>
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				Misty had no sooner turned away then she got hit by Marion, her eyes went wide as she felt the burning sensation knock her most of the way unconscious.&nbsp; Her body wouldn't even react to anything she tried to do tears rolled down her cheeks.&nbsp; Why would the girl do this, Misty had already proven she would be up to going home with Marion. <br><br>Misty moaned incoherently as she was tossed around like a rag doll, slowly but surely she felt herself being tied down. She could see everything around her, but her body wasn't responding. All she could do was moan an incoherent bunch of babble. Soon she was immobilized with zip ties and tape. She could feel the tazer against her stomach.&nbsp; She was afraid to say anything, but she did wanna ask what was going on. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, some how figured she wasn't going to get out of this one. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 10:17:45</strong>
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				Plato led the girls out of the house. It hadn't been the easiest job he'd ever done, but getting three girls between the two of them would be a record. He just had to keep them with him for the short walk to the van. Luckilly, it didn't seem like that would be a problem. When the three of them arrived, all was quiet. Before either girl had a chance to comment on just how creepy and stereotypical his van was, he flicked his wrists, twin stun batons sliding out, smooth and easy. With a press of the buttons, he touched the contacts to their exposed flesh, dumping raw electricity into their nervous systems, briefly overloading them. The spark was loud enough to wake the dead, but no one roused in any of the neighboring homes. <br><br>Before the girls fell to the ground, Plato grabbed them, then knocked on the door of the van, waiting for his partner to open up. Within moments, Alexis and Chrissy joined Misty, bound with zip ties and gagged. <br><br>He regarded Marion briefly. Then he gently patted her on the head. "You've done well tonight, girl. I'll let the bosses know you handled yourself properly. Keep it up and you'll be fine. Now drive us to the rendezvous point at the harbour. We've got a boat to catch." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 10:42:03</strong>
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				-Alexis in shock and dismay in the back of the van-<br>As the van rolled off, Alexis knelt there between Misty and the blonde secured with zip ties and gagged with a ball. She had never saw it coming, as they stood in front of that creepy looking van. The shock was powerful enough to totally subdue her. How could she be so stupid..so fucking stupid..!! Tears streamed down her eyes. She didn't deserve it, no she didn't. <br>No they would rescue her. Daddy would do everything to find her. He would pay them off if she needed too. That bitch redhead was also involved in it. Misty..she turned her face to look at her. She would talk to Daddy to pay them off for Misty too. But not the dumb blonde. No. They won't hurt her, it was Alexis that could get them lots of ransom money. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:20:10</strong>
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				-Chrissy, waking up in the van-<br>"What the hell?" was what she said, though it came out closer to "whhhbmmmelll?" Her head was ringing, spinning with pain as her body still twitched a bit from the electric shock pumped through her. She was vaguely aware of some sort of nattering, clunking sound.. and forms around her, but her eyes wouldn't focus. Her hair, thick though not long, gave her little comfort against the hard and ungiving floor of the van. She tried to move, but found, in quick order, that she was bound, in a most unpleasant way, with zipties.. and not the cheap kind. She came to the realization, far too late, that this.. was a bad idea. She closed her eyes, and prayed that this was all a bad dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 00:33:27</strong>
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				Otto's touch was like twenty thousand volts. Marion flinched and gritted her teeth. She didn't mean to, but the reaction surged up from the past somewhere, back from the foggy memories of punishments and pleasures. Her thighs tingled still as she got her orders and flipped the taser to standby. For a moment she fought the urge to crawl forward into the driver's seat. It was a strong urge that tugged at her bones, everything Otto said felt like a command from god to Marion. But she stole a few extra seconds to look into Misty's beautiful cat's eyes. It was like swimming in warmth.<br><br>“Don t worry Misty. I love you so much, don't worry.” She whispered, there was no time to steal a kiss, but with those few words she touched the other girl's cheek and then knee-walked awkwardly to the front seats levering herself behind the wheel and starting the van. They pulled away easily, calmly even though Marion’s hands shook on the wheel. The butterflies flashed up and down her limbs and she just knew that she needed this, all of this. She deserved it.<br><br>In moments they were n their way to the meeting place, speed limit, turn signals, nice and calm while Marion felt strung so tight she could scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 05:23:09</strong>
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				The drive to the harbor took some time, with Plato watching the girls and Marion at the wheel, doing exactly as ordered. The ride passed in silence as the girls slowly regained their senses, and since the girls were gagged, they obviously couldn't do anything but moan and groan in fear when they came too. Plato wasn't about to distract Marion, so he just occupied himself by planning the first few movies they'd be making. After a bit though, when he noticed that all three pieces of meat seemed awake and alert enough, he began his schpiel, one he'd given countless times before.<br><br>"You girls are awake, huh? Very good. Still got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so make yourselves comfortable, or at least try to brace yourselves for any bumps in the road. There's a couple things you need to understand if the rest of your lives are going to be any longer than a week or two, so listen close.<br><br>"Firstly, I'm not kidding about your chances of making it past a few weeks. My people and I do not fuck around. You give us too much trouble to warrant dealing with you, we'll just shoot you and do whatever to your body is convenient. By all means, struggle, fight, beg and plead. But if you ever hurt anyone, or start making too many attempts to escape, we will quickly grow very tired of you, and that's the last thing you want. There is absolutely nothing special about any of you any more. You are imminently replaceable. We are not interested in ransoms, nor are we cowed by threats. There is, quite literally, nothing you can do that will convince anyone to set you free. Get used to it."<br><br>The van stopped at a light, and Plato looked down at his newest charges, letting the last few points sink in. He continued.<br><br>"You are now property of Obscaena International, the premiere underground provider of extreme torture pornography. You are not actresses, you are not employees, and you are not independent contractors. You are just props. Props to be beaten, raped, tortured, humiliated, and degraded as we please, and to serve your new Masters on and off camera.<br><br>"Our operation is ironclad and well outside the jurisdiction of any law enforcement agency that might possibly be interested in stopping us. It would not surprise me in the least if some of our senior legal team interned in hell itself, considering the trouble they've gone to make absolutely certain there is nothing any nation can do to us legally. Don't think the police, FBI, CIA, or James Bond is going to save you. You'll only be disappointed.<br><br>"Considering non-legal options, like sending in a special forces team, frankly, don't count on that either. It's not that we've done anything special to ensure our bases are unassailable, but rather the simple fact that joints like Delta Squad and what have you have precious little interest in this sort of thing when there are people like bin Laden and Kim Jong Ill dicking around with WMDs. Also, we've got lots and lots of little hidey holes to lay low in, and still keep producing content for our viewers."<br><br>Plato reached in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, lit it, and took a nice, long drag. He held his silence, watching the girls' reactions to their predicament. After a few moments, he finished his smoke break, and reached towards Alexis, grinding the glowing ash into her neck, right below and behind her ear so it wouldn't be visible on camera. He leaned in and whispered to her. "And you, little princess, are going to be my personal play thing."<br><br>Marion parked the van. The two of them worked quickly, taking the girls and stuffing them in extra-large duffel bags, their bound bodies fitting just fine, if unevenly. Plato banged on the door, and, it was quickly opened by several large, burly men who shouldered the bags far easily than he or Marion could have. There was a decent sized boat waiting for them, and the group boarded it. One of the men stayed behind and drove the van away to cleanse it of evidence and have it prepared for its next assignment, while the boat, its passengers, and its cargo took off in the ocean, plowing through the calm waters to a waiting ship, an old oil tanker recommissioned as Obscaena's main base of operations in international waters.<br><br>The <em>Puella Defututa</em> sat, bloated and evil, broadcasting pain and misery to everyone with enough money in the bank and darkness in their hearts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 03:36:48</strong>
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				Sadly enough Misty was more than a bit turned on by her predicament, though she was frightened by it it gave her a sense of fulfillment probably something her captors didn't really count on. Her eyes didn't show it, but her wet slit did. Her panties were soaked almost as quickly as they could be.<br><br>She whimpered a bit, but other than that she quickly relaxed there wasn't anything she could do so she might as well make something of the situation. Though she kinda was worried about being Marion's little toy, something about that just didn't settle with her. <br><br>She couldn't help, but to enjoy Alexis's predicament, but she didn't let her emotions show that nor her face. She was smiling on the inside, because at last she got what she deserved, but Misty was here too, what to do about that. She didn't struggle as they moved her into the duffel bag only waited to be taken out, nor did she make a peep it was almost as if she was dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:05:45</strong>
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				His little monologue didn't phase her. Yeah right, no way out.. kill me in the week.. pfft. Of course she couldn't voice these particular sentiments, but she'd be damned if she was going to simply take his word for things. The one joy she got out of all of this was watching as he used that stupid cunt as an ashtray, the stink of burning flesh making her gag, but seeing her put in her place was more than worth it. She wasn't exactly happy about her situation, but for the moment she was stuck in it. Shiverring, cold, and nauseated from the shock to her system and the taste of a well worn gag.. one she herself hadn't worn, as the teethmarks indented in it were far too spaced to belong to her. She knew he wasn't kidding about somethings, though some part of her was skeptical to speculate on her escape. She wasn't writhing like the other girls, or moaning or screaming against the binds. She wouldn't waste her energy. She knew better than that.<br><br>She found herself fighting a bit as fatso mcgee helped the other stuff her into an oversized duffel bag. In her state, bound and gagged, she wouldn't be heard, and undoubtedly remain unseen by anyone near. The zip of the bag was the worst, and though she hadn't exactly hyperventillated, she couldn't catch her breath. She needed to see, blind and in a small space were amongst two of her strongest hates, and she kicked and screamed against the gag as she felt her body being transported from one place, clearly feeling the bulge of the man's backfat against her as something seemed to shift and the bulge was gone. She didn't bother trying to understand what they were saying, she was far too concerned with keeping herself calm.<br><br>She fought the automatic urge to throw up as she boarded something tippy and wiggly, bound for some other place, probably the aforementioned meeting place where they film. Her stomach curling, she decided to close her eyes completely instead of straining against eh zipper to catch a few glimpses. Trying to sleep, she ended up just laying still inside of the bag as the world around her moved and rocked back and forth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 18:55:49</strong>
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				As the ship made its way across the vast blue ocean, contrary to the other two girls that lay quietly in their so called duffel bags, Alexis couldn't help but cry herself with a sorrow and fear that was now burning a hole in her heart and the pain of it was much worse then the burn on her neck from that cigarette smothered there by that son of the bitch. The bitter words he whispered in her ear were still ringing in her ear and every time they returned they just led to a new spell of crying. <br>How could this be happening to her..!! This was far worse..so worse then anything. No Daddy would find her. She needed to be calm. But what if they used her in those porn films fatso was talking about. Oh my god..!! Even the little thought of that brought more fresh tears to her eyes. Oh Please God..please. She was just trapped here, with a foul tasting cloth in her mouth. And they were moving across the ocean. And every passing moment was making her hope diminish as she knew they were moving far away in to an unknown territory. <br>She was still cursing herself for being so foolish. How could have she of all people not seen it coming. She hissed as a strand of hair brushed against the cigarette burn on her neck bringing fresh agitation and more pain. And why did this was happening..just why? She asked herself for the thousandth time. Oh please..if only Daddy knew where she was. But how could he know. No he will find out. But fatso said it wasn't possible. Fear had totally taken over her ability to think rationally. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:11:10</strong>
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				Plato and Marion boarded the Puella, and watched as the studs, the male underlings who provided mostly muscle and cock where needed, hauled their acquisitions aboard the refurbished tanker. The studs had done this dozens, even hundreds of times before, and carried the new props to their "storage room", the section of the massive hold converted into cramped kennels for the men and women kidnapped with the intention of using them in Obscaena's main product, torture porn.&nbsp;<br><br>The kennels were little more than chain link cages of heavy gauge aluminum, bolted to the floor of the hull. Each cage was barely six feet long, four feet wide, and four feet tall. The captives were only meant to sleep or kneel inside them, never stand.&nbsp;<br><br>The Prop Storage Room, as the kennels were known to the staff, was designed with misery in mind. It was dark, and while not chilly, no attempt at providing comfort was made. Only the most basic of necessities were accounted for, with one small, thin blanket that could serve as either pillow, mattress, or cover, but never all three in each one. &nbsp;There were large water bottles, not unlike what were in every hamster cage of the world, as well. Additionally, there was a small chamber pot that had to be shoved in the corner, but due to the layout of the kennels, it was impossible to avoid the smell of someone's feces and urine. What was furthest from each pot's owner was usually closest to their neighbor. &nbsp;<br><br>The three girls were unceremoniously tipped out of their bags in front of the open kennels. Their studs then sheared off their clothes with professional precision using large scissors, undid their bonds and gags, and shoved them into their new homes.<br><br>Plato nodded in thanks to the large men, and assured them first crack at the girls after the three had been broken in, as was only considered polite in return for their service. He then turned to the freshest pieces of meat on board.&nbsp;<br><br>"Welcome to your new home, girls! The decor may not be much, but the neighborhood is nice and you can't beat the price. You may notice those pots in the corner of your rooms, but I highly recommend you keep your shit to yourselves. You get any ideas about using them on any of the staff, and aside from the more brutal than usual beating you'll get, your rations will be halved, and we won't let you empty it out with everyone else for a month. I hear it's most unpleasant."<br><br>He turned to Marion, gesturing towards the passage leading out of the storage room and to their quarters and office. "Prepare the report and pass it on to the managers. It's your first time, but it's easy enough. Make sure you get their stats first. When you are done, I want to take a look first. Better for you that I catch any mistakes rather than one of the bosses, but not by much, girl."<br><br>Plato returned his attention to the props in their cages, grinning evily, like some toad of hell. "Your first shoot is tomorrow, girls. Don't worry about makeup or wardrobe. There isn't any."<br><br>With his part done for now, Mr. Greeley went to the galley. He wasn't going to miss sausage night for the world, and had much planning to do for his new playthings.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 18:37:51</strong>
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				Marion followed Plato around like a shadow and diligently avoided the big haulers, bulls she called them. Not really knowing what to do with her pale hands she alternated between trying to lose them in her jean pockets and wringing them at her waist as she carefully traced Plato’s path.<br><br>When he turned and spoke to her, she felt the silly urge to salute but his treat just added ice to her already twisted insides. She seemed to remember something about that tone, something about water inside of her, hot water. Was it hot? The internal distraction lasted until the man turned and moved away from her. What was she supposed to do? Stats? Stats yes that, stats.<br><br>She nodded to no one, twitching her fingers as if reminding them of what they were supposed to be doing. She snatched a clipboard from the steel girder column and its string attached pencil nub clattered as her other hand chased it around. In this dim light she seemed as pale as a corpse and her blue eyes shone brilliantly.<br><br>She knelt down in front of the kennel cages still shivering with a bone deep delight that threatened to wear her out. She couldn’t tell if she had to pee or if the pressure inside her tummy was just a fierce and whirling desire to be okay, to be healed by these beautiful things.<br><br>“I have to get your stats, so just… don’t cause trouble okay… please. It will be okay if you don’t cause trouble.” She pleaded clutching the clipboard to her blue sweater. <br><br>She looked at the check boxes, drugs, wounds, hair color, eyes color, pubic hair, mannerisms. Did alcohol count as a drug? What was she supposed to put for mannerisms? Silently she cursed frowning at the board with its layered pages. She scratched at the paper. The pressure in her grew slowly, she was anxious to get closer to the girls, to start them in the rituals that would heal her, make her right.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 19:02:40</strong>
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				Alexis' troubled mind was finally put to rest when she fell in to sleep brought about by the rocking motion of the ship and her tired state. She felt something moving, like she was being carried somewhere and that is when she opened her eyes to find herself back in that duffel bag. Realizing what was happening to her, she immediately started to try and thrash about but could do very little due to the bonds holding her still. Her muffled screams came out of the bag, her throat felt so dry now, her jaws ached from biting down at the cloth for so long. <br>But no matter how much noise she made she was paid no attention and finally dumped on the hard metal floor. Her eyes squinted and blinked to adjust themselves to the light that now seemed blinding after being in darkness for so long. When her vision cleared, she found herself laying on the floor in front of a dog kennel and when she looked up, there they were - the fatso and the redhead. Her muffled screams returned with more vigor before she saw one of the huge guys grabbing her and pulling her up to her feet and he began to shred her clothing. Any thoughts of struggling around were brushed away from the fear of being cut by those scissors. She didn't want anything to cut through her beautiful skin. <br>It felt so humiliating, standing there while her clothing were cut away, tears flowed down her eyes. She rarely cried, she thought it was a trait of the weak, but right now she couldn't help but cry and cry more as she was stripped naked. The lecherous eyes of those bastards that eyed her breasts and her private parts made her so uneasy as she turned her own eyes down to the floor, her face turning red. Her deep forceful breathing through her nose was making her firm breasts to rise and fall. <br>When her gags and bonds were finally removed and she was put in that horrendous looking kennel, she crawled to the back of it, quickly wrapping the blanket over her body. She rubbed her ankles and wrists trying to fight the ache in them as she scrunched her face at the horrible place where she was put in. The cold metal floor felt so uncomfortable under her naked feet and ass, the sight of those pots that were there for them to do their toilet were utterly disgusting. How could they do this to her. But she was afraid to make any protests. That cigarette burn on her neck was still causing her much pain now and then. As the red head came to her knees in front of her on the other side of that kennel she was put in, she gulped and trembled. <br>"please..why are you doing this to us? let us go. Please. I promise that I will pay you a lot of money, half a million dollars if you want, I can get it for you..." she then looked at the tall brute looking men behind Marion. " i can get half a million each- for all of you, just let me go, please.." <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 20:16:08</strong>
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				Marion saw the cigarette burn and got briefly glassy eyed with memories of being burned. Was it burned? No, not burned, but perhaps cut… with salt. <br><br>She shook her head to get focused again. The burn something about… She frowned noticing that the erased was chewed off the tiny stub pencil. Scratching through some notations, she described the burn mark in uneven script.<br><br>“You are Alexis, right?” She asked as if they were talking across a desk or a shop counter instead of through the filthy bars of a kennel cage. Then she looked behind her to the men.<br><br>“Oh they can’t help you. I don’t think any of them actually speak English and even if they did. Money doesn’t do anything here.” She felt the good feeling welling up inside her, like a caterpillar squirming in her guts, a crawling caterpillar ready to burst the shell of her and become something beautiful.<br><br>“This place is about healing, it’s about becoming something. You’re so pretty Alex. I bet you could become something real nice when you…” the words sounded jumbled to her. How could she explain the look of her face when the nausea gives way to resignation, te way she would look so angelic when the agony became desire. It reminded her of when the choking started to feel good. <br><br>Marion grabbed a shaky breath as her thighs tingled. Squeezing her legs together under her, she managed to smile which always made her prettier. “Don’t worry Alexis. You’re going to be just fine.” The lie made her feel warm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 20:28:13</strong>
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				She clang that thin blanket to herself more tightly then ever as she listened to the red head talk. What she said made no sense to her. It was only making the anger in her to well up again but somehow she tried to control it.<br>How could she say that money did nothing here? How could that be? Money always talked. No she was just telling her bullshit to totally dishearten her. It was an evil plan. A fucking evil plan.<br>"nothing would be fine..you hear me..stop lying..you..you..." she yelled out all of sudden not able to control her anger any longer. <br>She then suddenly broke down in to tears again. Every moment she spent in that filthy kennel was like a lifelong of humiliation. " just let me go..please..let me go.." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:20:39</strong>
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				She landed with a thump, shaking and angry, but all too aware of the men around her, sharp instruments in hand. She looked wildly around, desperate to run, but some voice in her head told her to wait.. bide her time. Despite that voice, she struggled against the men, her eyes moving past them to the larger man.. the redhead was completely new to her, though she suspected she was the same woman she saw driving the van as the fatman spoke to them. She whimpered a bit, her wrists aching as they finished stripping her bit by bit, until her small, shivering and pale form was exposed. As they tossed her inside, she felt like she had been gutted. She thought of the other two girls, the bitch and the unknown.. she didn't feel for the bitch, but she did for the other. She scuttled back to the far corner of the kennel, snatching the paper thin blanket and draping it over herself. His words, of course, pissed her off righteously. She wanted to scream at him to fuck himself and let her go.. but that same little voice, that small bit of reason inside of her, stopped her again. <br><br>She thought of the first shoot, what exactly that would mean, how she would curtail the bastards into taking her home again. She felt the pain of withdrawl again, and hated it.. She wasn't shaking from the drugs though, she was shaking from fear, letting herself dip further and further into fright until she near panicked. What drew her back was a female voice, reassuring one of the others. The redhead. Her fear quickly turned from fear to anger once more, and she spat across her small little kennel, though it wouldn't have reached her. Chrissy was many things, but a champion spitter she was not. "Fuck off, you traitorous bitch." She said with a snarl, unable to believe that another woman would allow herself to be involved willingly in something like this.. or at least that's what it looked like to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:33:43</strong>
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				Misty sat on her blanket and wrapped it around her not really to cover her nude body but to keep her warm. "Alexis just shut up, its over this is our life now so deal with it." She looked at Marion "No drugs, alcohol, scars, and I'm a virgin" She figured she'd be asked to prove it, but she would much rather not. She had seen things like this on the news, but now she was actually in the situation. She laid her head on the cage and closed her eyes trying to rest. "Sexual preference is Lesbian"<br><br>How long would it&nbsp; be before they decided to leap onto her and ravage her, she didn't much care for men.&nbsp; Though she did a good job at hiding it until now, she had no choice but to let them know. Though it probably wouldn't matter. Though her thought right now was to do what it took to make herself comfortable and she looked at Marion. "The only thing I ask is that its you and not one of the men, please.." She said all of this before Plato made his way to his sausage fest. "I won't fight and I won't argue, I'm not gonna be the one that you get a thrill out of because she is frightened and fighting not to be raped. I'm not a slut, but if that's what its going to take to move out of this cage I'll do it. I've excelled at everything in my life this is going to be no different." <br><br>She closed her eyes and found herself dosing off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 17:55:35</strong>
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				Marion made the list shakily. It was hard to focus on the paper. She carefully ticked off the boxes while ideas and urges swirled up into her mind. The nub of the pencil felt awkward in her fingers still almost numb.&nbsp; She shook her head as if to clear it. The scents of the boat, the diesel, sweat and acrid mixture of fear and refuse made an alchemy in her chest, a itching desire to lay hands on these girls.<br>&nbsp;<br>She looked up the row of cages, their hunched and bent captives shadowed in their collective desperations. Her blue eyes seemed clear but she had to blink a few times to get the extra images to fade back in the shadow. In the darkness beyond the cages, she could sense the figures, the dark audience waiting for her to perform. She devoutly wished Plato had not left her alone like this. She never did good things when she was alone, never made good decisions.<br><br>Shifting the clipboard back to its place hanging from the support girder she sidled back to the cages.<br><br>“Don’t worry, when we start all you have to do is what you’re told and everything will be okay.” She said to them but she wasn’t certain who was listening. They each seemed to be wrapped in their own thoughts.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 18:39:35</strong>
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				What the hell was Misty saying. How could she accept all this. No wonder she came from the gutter and it seemed like she belonged there. Alexis though found herself in no mood to argue with Misty who clearly seem to have sided with these bastards. She stayed there in the back of the filthy cage, with the thin blanket wrapped around her. She was sobbing all the time as despair filled her mind. Just a few hours ago she was hanging out in a great party with her friends and now she was in a dog's cage with no hope for a rescue. <br>And the redhead, that bitch was trying to play mind games with her. Games that were already working on Misty. But they won't work on her. No ways. But Alexis kept quiet. It was best not to draw attention to herself for now. She must wait. For some opportunity. May be she could buy off one of the men who could help her to escape from here. But for now she had to remain calm, somehow remain calm. And she told that to herself over and over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 20:42:10</strong>
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				Marion looked at Alexis. The sight of the girl in her cage sent the feeling of snakes crawling over the red heads skin. She could literally feel the soft cool skin flowing over her arms, between her legs like a memory from only moment ago. She shivered slight and hugged her arms closer forcing her breasts to bulge under the blue sweater. She wanted to speak, to say something but the words didn’t come out and she just felt silly.<br><br>Something about the girl reminded her of someone else, someone…gone. She started to leave and then grimaced. Stupid, stupid, of course, returning to the girder she retrieved the clipboard and its tethered stub of a pencil almost unrecognizable. <br><br>As she walked away holding her arms around her middle, the clipboard crushed to her chest, the workers watched her go taking care to stay at least a full step away from her. She gave them shy smiles and they quickly returned to their work while she seemed to take it as a rebuff and trundled off sadly muttering softly to herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 11:37:56</strong>
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				Before Marion could leave Misty whimpered "Please Marion.." She was waiting for Marion to answer weather or not she would at least be the first. "I..." She blushed and continued then blowing her secret of being a lesbian. "I'm a lesbian..." She was crying softly as all she could now see was flashes of her rape 3 years ago. Her arms got tighter around her as she shook in fear. "Please..please.."<br><br>She was hoping she could get through to Marion and at least be comfortable tonight as stupid as it was she felt Marion to be the safest person around at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 11:47:28</strong>
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				The night passed. The lights were turned out shortly after Marion left the girls, her work completed for now. The lights in the Prop Storage Room were turned off, and there was absolutely no light in that section of the hold. The staff quarters were considerably brighter. Since there were, compared to a normal tanker, quite a few less people than it was designed to bunk, the rooms were refitted and modified. What were little more than small cells were now comparatively roomy, with queen beds and full suites. Plato had long finished dinner and got to serious work organizing things for the next day, making sure the necessary arrangements were made. It wouldn't do for some of the more popular items to be double-booked.<br><br>Plato spent the night alone, once he was done. Sometimes he took a bedwarmer, a prop that had been thoroughly broken and had developed a full slave-mentality. Sometimes he didn't. Since he was expecting plenty of activity in the next day (next week, more like), he opted to save his energy. No need to fill up on cookies and cake when fresh meat was roasting in the oven.<br><br>As day broke, Plato awoke, and went through the standard routine. He was ready within the hour and the two girls he'd taken personally, Alexis and Chrissy, had already been unkindly roused by some studs, hosed off unceremoniously, and scrubbed clean. Misty was similarly bathed, but left in Marion's care. <br><br>The room he'd had prepared for his show was sparse. A long table, a chair, and rings in the ceiling and wall. The table held but a few items. A coil of barbed wire. A blow torch. A coat hanger. An asp baton. There was nothing for the props to sit upon, they were instead made to kneel uncomfortably on the metal floor, their wrists bound behind their backs.<br><br>Plato took a remote near the door outside, and got comfortable in the chair, looking at them. He pressed one of the buttons on the remote, starting the small cameras placed at multiple angles and levels in the room to best capture all of the action. He steepled his hands underneath his chins, and with a grin, looked at the two young women.<br><br>"Hello ladies. Welcome to Obscaena.com. This is your cherry-popping. Care to introduce yourselves, and maybe tell the viewers at home what you think of things so far before we get started?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 16:25:02</strong>
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				She shivered on the cold metal floor, her eyes lifting to meet his as he spoke. After a night in the cramped cell, which could only be described as a kennel, she was almost eager to be let out. However, her mentality changed as she was groped and handled over to a wall to be pressure hosed down. Every muscle ached, her dignity was dwindling, and yet she could feel the invisible pressure of eyes unknown on her, waiting for her to react to his question. She pulled at the bindings a bit, but with little food or drink in the last day, she found herself weaker than normal, and dropped her chin to her chest, spilling her tangled mess of hair over her face.<br><br>"My name is Chrissy." She said barely above a whisper, though the acoustics amplified her voice. "And I'm finding this place is pissing me the fuck off!" She ended in a near scream as she lifted on her knees, her shoulders jerking as she tried once more to free herself of the binds, quite unsuccessfully one might add, and with a sigh, she settled once more. The room was shut off from the rest of the ship, not that she had seen much of it on the voyage from the kennels to here. She glanced to the other girl, the one with whom she had such a grudge toward, and who had quite basically goaded her into this whole mess. She sneered but didn't speak again, as her eyes settled on the various implements set out. She wanted to run, wanted to scream and hide.. but what really would that accomplish? She would find a way out.. she might have to endure a few sessions to gain their trust, but damnit, she would find a way out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 17:06:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All through out last night Alexis drifted in and out of sleep. Every time she opened her eyes pulling herself out of her half sleep, she wished that she would wake up in her own warm soft bed and the whole thing would turn out to be a nightmare. But she knew she was just kidding herself. This was too real to be a nightmare. The burn on the side of her neck painfully itched her through the night. Morning was no better as she was pulled out of that kennel and hosed off with cold water before being brought to the Fatso who for now held all control over her life. <br>She knelt on that cold metal floor beside the blonde, if it wasn't for the blonde infuriating her at the party she would have surely seen all this coming. It was her who was responsible for all of this. Her face cringed in disgust and shame as she felt those cameras at her naked body. Her body was visibly shaking and there was little fight left in her. She didn't deserve this, she told herself this again. She always thought it were whores who worked in porn and derived some sort of sick pleasure from it. How can they force her in to all this. What if people thought about her the same way. No she had to make her point clear and looked at one of the cameras. " My name is Alexis. I am being held here against my will. Please anyone seeing this inform the police. We are being kept at some kind of oil digging ship in the sea. " <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NornSavant</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 17:49:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marion showed dressed modestly in a long blue jean skirt that reached below her knees and a white oxford shirt that revealed more of her curves that the sweater had promised. Her breasts pressed against the front seemingly held in check by the dark blue knit shrug that hugged her shoulders and tied in a knot just below the bulge of her chest, the ends dangling to the chain link belt that seemed to leap straight out of the eighties.<br><br>She didn’t look at Plato but kept her eyes down mostly. The last hum of her medicine had filtered out last night some time between the dreams of screaming and the actual screaming and now she could hear a thousand things. She could smell the girls, she could smell their fear and anger, she could smell their sex and it was like wine to her. It made her feel drunk and focused all at once and she wanted more. <br><br>She shuffled in as the girls was being bathed, the streams lancing across them white and needle like. She followed the nervous handlers as they moved the group to the staging are and then stood next to Plato as he delivered his speech. She kept her eyes down mostly but stole looks at misty from time to time, her water blue eyes filling up with an expectant desire whenever they met Misty’s. And when she could get away with it she allowed a small shy smile to shine her way, snatching it away when Plato turned his head even in the slightest,<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Obscaena.com (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aprilstone</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:23:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Misty just let them handle her, she grunted a bit as she was hosed down. When they finished they bound her hands behind her without drying her. As they led her into the next room the water ran down her naked body, dripped from her hair. The liquid balls of water rolled down her body and onto the floor as if it was a scene from a movie.&nbsp; They didn't have to force her on her knees she just got down on them she glanced Marion a few times, then came her turn.<br><br>&nbsp;"My name is Misty, I'm here to be trained for your pleasure" It wasn't hard to figure out the only way to move up the food chain around here was do what you were told. The only thing she knew was that in the future she could be seeing Alexis and the blond still fighting about and she would be somewhere comfortable, though used still comfortable, watching.
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