[Forbidden Power] - The Brothel
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				Title: <strong>[Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 04:33:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Brothel</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/Old-Southern-Mansion-503188.jpg)</div><br>At the edge of the town there is a paved road that leads into the eastern forest. Not much traveling is required until the road comes into a clearing of the tropical forests. There is a brick wall with spiked fence and a gate of steel bars. It opens to a narrow strip of lawn before one reaches the doors of a red brick mansion with a tile roof.&nbsp; The building seems rather small, a quaint mansion of two stories. There are many windows that look out at the yard from the elegant bedrooms of an estate that has the charm and mildness of a bed &amp; breakfast. Only the real attraction isn’t what is seen, it’s what isn’t.<br><br>Once inside there is a small coat room with stone floors. From there the next set of wooden doors with glass center panels leads into the main lobby. It is a quaint sitting room carpeted in red with oriental patterns. The furniture is of the Victorian style and the lighting resembles gas lamps. Behind the lobby is a large kitchen where food is prepared for any guests of the mansion. Upstairs there are two halls, each with ten doors to bed rooms that are luxuriously furnished and provided with full baths. It is here were wealthy guests can order the type of person they wish to bed with down to the last detail and receive them. The prices at minimum are 100,000$ an hour as there is no risk of STD from the prostitutes here.<br><br>But it’s not what is above, but what is below, that holds the most interest. Behind the main lobby there is a room that is empty except for another door. This door leads to the first basement of the Xantelli brothel. This basement is a wide open space surrounded by soundproofing. Besides the entrance from the lobby of the mansion, there is also an entrance from either side of the building that leads down here. Here, there is a full bar that is always staffed. Across from the bar is a small stage with sound and lighting equipment for parties. The ceiling is paneled with multi-color lights and rotating spotlights hang from regular intervals. The bar is rarely silent, as it is usually filled with tourists looking to party or family members who like to have a good time.<br><br>Behind the bar there are doors that lead into a full liquor closet, only this closet contains a secret entrance to a tunnel that leads deeper underground away from the mansion. It is known as the third basement and is where some of the slaves are kept. Hall after hall contains rooms no bigger than prison cells. Here, unbroken slaves still in training are kept and fed until they have an opportunity to work. Maria has an office and a lush bedroom among these locked room and staffs them with the help of servants and broken slaves. She is free to have her way with anyone she pleases at any time. <br><br>Below these slave rooms is a torture chamber where agents who are caught are bought to be played with. The chamber has walls of stone but is kept clean and sterilized. There are boxes, poles, ropes, pulleys, straps of various shapes and sizes. Chains and manacles hang from the walls. A large oak cabinet holds a collection of whips, another a collection gags, yet another a collection of chains. In the center of this room is a marble table large enough to lay a large person on. <br><br>Besides this torture chamber there are other rooms. Five are completely unfurnished with a wide open space and high ceiling, though plenty of lighting hangs from above and there is call button on the metal doors. There is another set of doors to the back that opens to a labyrinth. These are the sick dreams rooms, for those whose dreams are eccentric, or not in line with the standard tastes. It is here that one can have a partner who is twisted to whatever sick fantasy they may have as long as it is not something that would be deemed dangerous to their life. Though the Xantelli need not worry if their creations kill somebody, only if they kill somebody. <br><br>The fourth basement is also known as a labyrinth. The prisons down here contain the most twisted creations of lust and power that anyone can think to imagine. Many of these once human creatures are not permitted to see the light of day except in very rare circumstances. At times, Maria opens their prisons to allow them to take out beastly lusts on each other. The screams of these orgies echo through the ventilation shafts and can sometimes be heard in the bar and dance hall below the mansion. On occasion Maria herself can disappear down there, as she sometimes likes to play with her ‘pets.’ Those who have been altered so much they can no longer contain their lusts or barely appear human live down here.<br><br>When one ventures down here they do so at their own risk. The halls are kept dark and the sounds from the room echo throughout to give the labyrinth a hellish quality. It seems to stretch on for an eternity, each room having large metal doors with a sign indicating the name or label of the occupant above the entrance. The décor of the rooms and what you find upon entering changes from room to room, as the rooms are built around the occupants. What you can encounter in the labyrinth is only limited by your imagination. The servants who clean and deliver food to the creatures down here say nothing lest Maria give them a new home here as well.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 06:14:57</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli with Maria Xantelli, pulling up to her 'home'.</strong><br><br>Richard growled, or tried to, again as they drove to Maria's home away from home since this was her little house of horrors...or exquisite pleasures if you had enough money of course.&nbsp; Even so, a part of him WANTED to be here, and Richard didn't want to let that part of him grow any further.&nbsp; He might be young, but he wasn't without honor and courage to stand up for what he believed in.&nbsp; That might change soon though if Maria had a word to say about it.<br><br>Today was going to be a long one if he had a big enough imagination to even begin to envision what awaited him inside with Maria at the reigns.&nbsp; He'd figure something out to get out of this....he hoped.&nbsp; If not, Richard knew he wouldn't be leaving the same way as he got in.<br><br>((Feel free to go nuts Nazora.))
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 05:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>The Brothel - Maria Xantelli</strong><br><br>As they pulled into the property the vehicle rode on a small drive around the quaint looking establishment until it pulled into the entrance of a bunker built into a hill that interrupted the north gate. They were soon in section of underground parking lot that held many of the family vehicles. There was nothing but luxury parked here, Marco's collection, all modified to resist assault. There was a Rolls Royce, a Jaguar, a Ferrari, a few Mercedes, and even an extra land rover or two. It wasn't as if there was much road on which to drive the luxury vehicles so the collection wasn't overwhelming. There was nothing that wasn't quality here, as the old rusty flatbeds and half tracks that hauled men and supplies where kept at the warehouse parking lot.<br><br>As they pulled down into this lot Richard's clothes turned white and became thicker, tighter. His sleeves thickened and grew down his arms until they were over his hands. Straps formed that attached his sleeves to his back. Then they pulled tight, forcing his arms to tighten in a self hugging position. His pants changed color as the legs sewed themselves shut so he couldn't spread his legs or walk. It was a seamless straight jacket from neck to toe. The body guards pulled him out of the vehicle and left him lay in the center of the concrete lot. The climate control that protected Marco's toys made it feel a little cold on the floor.<br><br>Maria slammed the door of her Benz shut and walked over to Richard, kicked him so that he was on his back, and put a black heel on his chest.<br><br>"I can't kill you myself, but I can still have you killed, remember that little man," she said, "But you are Marco's grandson, so I'll spare your life for now. Hmm, a suitable punishment, maybe you could live the rest of your life as a woman. No... that would be rewarding bad behavior. Perhaps I'll make your cock so big you'll faint whenever you get an erection. Or maybe I should turn you into a squalid collection of human genitalia so you can fuck yourself from every angle, a living blob of sexual flesh."<br><br>She allowed Richards mouth to reform and restored his voice box, but dug her heel into his chest&nbsp; and smirked.<br><br>"Is that what you want, or do you want a chance to redeem yourself?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 05:33:11</strong>
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				((Wow, a straitjacket?&nbsp; Never would have thought of that lol.&nbsp; A good touch though.))<br><br>Richard was pulled out of the vehicle after being drove into the bunker parking lot.&nbsp; Looking up into Maria's face, Richard felt his mouth and vocal cords return to normal, but the fight was gone from him since he had been caught so damn easily, and he had inside knowledge of how it all worked!&nbsp; Tears formed in his violet eyes as he looked away, not wanting to be turned into anything like that.<br><br>He'd rather die first....but honestly he didn't want to since he...was afraid of death and he didn't want to be killed before he could fully experience life....even if it meant being a corrupted soul, a shade of his former self.&nbsp; "What....would you have me do....Grandmother...Maria?"&nbsp; He managed to choke out, barely above a whisper since he was utterly defeated as he was now.
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:28:13</strong>
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				"You didn't come from the womb of one of my daughters, so don't ever call me that again. You're one of his defective bastard brood. But you're still a Xantelli and you still have the powers. You would be living a 'normal life' right now if you didn't. I think what you need most, however, is someone to give you the courage to use your powers."<br><br>Richard would find himself carted to the lower levels, the third basement where Maria kept her personal playground for the male agents who thought they could storm the island like they were Rambo on steroids. It was a place Richard had never seen, the halls were dimly lit and it was a bit damp. Screams and moans could be heard faintly through the ventilation ducts into the labyrinth below. Though here it seemed like mere sound effects to heighten the intensity of the place. He would be thrown into an empty room with soft padding on the floors and walls. Padded doors would close behind him. Once locked inside, his straight jacket would fade and shrink back to his normal clothes. He would feel his powers restored, though they were useless to him here. If he even tried to get out of line Maria would make good on her threats.<br><br>A back panel opened and a young woman in torn and faded blue jeans and a loose red shirt with the word 'GOSSIP' in big gold letter stumbled through. Her sneakers were old red Converse with gold ties. Her hair was black with brown roots, cut chopped up in a boy cut that made her look like an unkempt boy. There were silver studs up and down her right ear and piercing in the side of her left cheek. If he was using the power he could sense the bar through her tongue, or he could wait until she spoke. There would be no mistaking her for a super model, she was fairly tall at 5'7 but she had a fuller figure that was a bit soft around the waist. Breasts were not incredibly large or small and there was a bit of excess weight around the hips and thighs. The outline of her bra could be seen on her shirt. She had discerning dark eyes but looked very confused as the panel closed behind her. Her hands went back against a rear end as she looked around.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Like, what's this, I thought I won a prize?" She said.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:51:55</strong>
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				Richard nodded his understanding although defective was a bit of a harsh word to use.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if he'd do what Maria had in mind, but it was certainly better than the alternative by far.&nbsp; Slowly standing on his feet after the straitjacket was removed, the young man sighed and looked around his little prison cell.&nbsp; The brothel....not a place he wanted to spend his evening in, especially under Maria's control.&nbsp; Turning quickly when another door, a panel in the wall popped upon and a girl walked out before the panel shut behind her.&nbsp; "What is your name?"&nbsp; Richard asked, unsure if he could do it despite his mounting arousal after dealing with Jasmine at the beach and now this girl.<br><br>Walking to her, Richard looked at his prison again, wondering if Maria was watching him through a hidden camera or something like that as he considered what he could do to change the girl before him that might aid their escape.&nbsp; It was probably fruitless to even think of such a course for a couple of reasons, the most obvious the fact she'd freak out no matter how much he tried to explain if given a chance to do so.&nbsp; The second being she'd probably think him a monster for being able to do anything like the Xantelli could accomplish, so he doubted there'd be a point to even trying to escape with her help.&nbsp; He had no choice then if he wanted to retain his human form.
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 04:33:23</strong>
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				<strong>A Dream Room, 3rd level basement</strong><br><br>"As if I'm going to tell you," the girl said, "Are you with the people who told me I won a tropical vacation only to be brought wherever here is!? Where am I, what is this place, and what do you people want with me? I just want to go home!"<br><br>She looked around the padded room frantically until she saw the outline of a door behind Richard. She couldn't tell if he was another prisoner like her or one of her kidnappers but she certainly didn't trust him. Three nights of hearing the horrible noises had her nerves on the raw ends. To be told she won something and then be brought to this horrible place and locked up, it was simply too much.<br><br>"I'm an American! I have rights! I demand to be taken to an embassy now!"<br><br>She didn't like the looks of the guy in front of her, he looked sneaky but weak, and way too much like a pretty boy for her tastes. He probably listened to boy bands and never heard of anything cool like Motorhead. The dark eyed girl walked forward and pushed Richard on the chest, as she had a surprisingly strong arm. If she made it to the door she would find it sealed tight. Her hands would ball into fists and bang at the padding.<br><br>"Hey, let me out of here!"<br><br>From each corner of the room along the ceiling there was a shiny screen sticking out ever so slightly from the padding. The camera's were rolling and Richard was being tested.<br><br>---------------------------<br><strong>A Screening Room</strong><br><br>In another room Maria sat back in a comfy office chair and lit cigarette.&nbsp; She was amazed at how charitable she could be given the recent shortage of high quality subjects. Smoke billowed about the camera room as she watched her step grandson on the big screen. It was time to see what he was capable of.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 04:55:36</strong>
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				Richard narrowed his violet eyes to slits after being shoved and bossed about by this upstart of a girl.&nbsp; Here he was, trapped as surely as she was, and she was being a bitch about it!&nbsp; Clenching his hands into tight fists as well, the young man walked over to the girl and got right in her face.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm a fucking Xantelli and thus one of the ones that lied to you about winning a vacation.&nbsp; Guess what though you bimbo slut, I'm trapped here just as surely as you are, except guess what, you get to be a side show freak while I get to play God.&nbsp; How does that strike your little tiny brain?&nbsp; Sorry, should I use smaller words so you're able to keep up?!"&nbsp; He finished in a shout, his violet eyes flashing as he grabbed the woman by her throat, already in the throes of transforming her.&nbsp; Feeling his Power touch her body was the most intoxicating thing there was, and his anger only fueled his ability further as he made her turn into something quite hideous to behold before dropping her to the floor.<br><br>"Since you probably valued your good looks to get you to where you were until now, I decided to take it all away.&nbsp; If you look in the mirror, you might just find out how Medusa felt once long ago when the Greek gods cursed her for her crimes against them."&nbsp; He had pulled from Enzo's little experiment, and had made it far more crippling, having gone the entire way with this.&nbsp; The girl now looked quite similar to the ancient monster that had once been quite beautiful, but now was hideous and unable to look at anyone without turning them to stone.&nbsp; The woman before him now had a six inch long black scaly tail that was as thick as his arm connected to an upper torso of a woman though the skin color was a shade lighter than the rest of her.&nbsp; He had purposely rearranged her sexual parts so that they were more to the front, the tail being attached to what used to be her legs down to where her knees used to be, allowing a man to partake of the snake woman before him if they so chose.&nbsp; He had also cruelly made her nerves far more sensitive in that area to the point she'd black out if enough stimulation was provided to her.&nbsp; Just the open air on her swollen and more sensitive clit would send her into orgasmic convulsions.<br><br>The upper body itself was relatively the same save for the fact it was rough to the touch now and almost slimy, much like a real snake.&nbsp; The head had been the most difficult, but Richard would think later that he had done quite a good job.&nbsp; The woman's hair had turned into a full head of writhing hissing snakes.&nbsp; The eyes he had left the same, and the metal that had been present in her mouth and face were now covering half of her face in a kind of malleable mask.&nbsp; "How does it feel to be a monster now, you bitch?"&nbsp; He asked, fuming at the injustice of it all as he turned to one of the cameras, glaring at it as if he could see Maria watching.
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				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 21:48:36</strong>
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				<strong>Orianna Xantelli making her way upstairs from the Labyrinth below ..... </strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg)</div> Orianna had a pleased smile on her face ...she had been downstairs working on a few things and had seemed to of lost a few days in the process . Becoming so engulfed in her small little experiments as she seemed exhausted now and drained . Though she was able to reconstruct a perfect dog penis on the body of a man ...using another woman specimen to help out in her little experiment . Of course it was more than that as she had changed the anatomy and was delighted at the degree of success in the matter , seemed the locking of the union however took several hours to disengage . That girl had all but shredded the lounge chair , maybe it was Orianna's fault as she had seemingly over did the full erected size . <br><br>Needless to say ...the last part of her time had been fixing the poor girls vagina region ..well now it was extremely puffy and more easily manipulated , deeper . Least her whole arm could fit up inside the female subject and she still was begging for more . Much better ...anyways . The need for food brought her up out of the chambers below though ...least the camera would indeed capture the final moments . Taking off her lab coat and tossing it into the laundry the girl changed into more proper clothing before continuing on towards the door . Soon Orianna was in a shower and cleaning herself which she made sure to put her hair up and add a bit of make-up to the face . <br><br>Maria was very particular about the outer appearance in public anyways ....and she never wanted to piss her Aunt off having learned that lesson long ago . She was just more than grateful to be the attentive niece when called upon , which didn't seem that often . So with thoughts of food and maybe seeing if she was needed anywhere the girl&nbsp; made her way out into the lounge area of the brothel . Seeing if there were to be any fun customers she might be willing to change herself for . <br><br>Biting into an apple ...as she crunched and chewed the delightful fruit ..pondering her options , maybe she should go into Town and see if there were any tourists she might be able to play with . Her mind was indeed tired but the body it seemed was fueled by the successes of her experiments . As she relaxed in the room enjoying the fruit being rather lethargic as she laid back on a lounge chair ....trying to decide what to do with herself now . 
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 05:05:25</strong>
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				<strong>Richard's Training Fodder</strong><br><br>The goth girl found herself being screamed at, backed against the door. and then her throat grabbed. There was rip of her jeans as the legs were shredded down the middle by the fusion of her legs. The tail rapidly thinned as it went down from her crotch as it was only as thick as Richard's arm. She could feel something spreading over her face, it seemed like a metal mask was growing from her piercings. She struggled to break free from Richard's grasp as her skin darkened to be only a shade lighter than her pitch black tar colored scales. She could feel hair twisting together and becoming alive as the snakes sprouting from her head moved on their own accord. <br><br>When she was dropped she struggled to get on her feet only to realize that her tail, which may have still been sufficient to hold her up despite it's thin size, was not something she was used to standing with. There were odd sensations through her tail, it felt like she was being stimulated, as if her vagina was along the tail lower than it used to be just slightly. The child of medusa grabbed at Richard's pant leg.<br><br>"Help me! Please help me!" she begged, "What is this!"<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------<br><strong>Maria Xantelli</strong><br><br>Maria stretched out. He was learning, though it seemed he had some trouble conveying what his mind truly desired into the subject. Maria wondered if the girl had turned out exactly as Richard intended. It didn't seems so. As entertaining as it was, maria needed to see Orianna and give her an assignment. Anice had made off with a slave that Maria herself had wanted to experiment with, she needed to be punished and Maria wondered how Orianna would feel about having Anice be her slave for a time.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 05:52:42</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli - Considering something new....</strong><br><br>Richard kicked the girl in the face as she tried to grab him before kneeling by the snake woman he had made her into.&nbsp; "Help you?!&nbsp; People like you are the reason why I'm here to begin with.&nbsp; All you deserve is what I did already.&nbsp; However, tempt me further and I'll make you into something worse."&nbsp; He threatened, grabbing her by one of her living snakes for hair, the rest wisely avoiding the powerful young fellow as he pulled her face to look him in the face.&nbsp; The snakes were connected to her nervous system just as surely as an arm was, and so it would hurt quite a bit.<br><br>"You are a slave now.&nbsp; I'm going to leave you here to be abused and used by any and all that would seek you out.&nbsp; If I was you, I'd find a way to slit your own throat first though.&nbsp; It'd be the closest thing to mercy you'll ever get otherwise."&nbsp; He whispered in a deadly cold voice, making sure she heard every word as he roughly let her head fall down back to the ground.&nbsp; Standing above her, Richard's violet eyes flashed again and the next moment the woman's arms were gone and her metal mask covered her face completely save for her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes except now it became hard as steel so the most she could do was breath, her mouth wide open much like a ring gag would leave it to be used by a man or three.&nbsp; "Makes you wonder what use you are before all this.&nbsp; At least now, you'll be a man's best friend with your pussy so sensitive and your mouth forever open for all to use as they see fit."
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				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 06:42:43</strong>
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				<strong>The Rubber Room - Richard's Training SUbject</strong><br><br>It was intensely painful as she felt herself pulled up by the throat of the snake. She could feel the animal's pain, even though it had a mind of it's own it was also attached to her, in a sense she could relate with it to such a close degree that the snakes were her and she was the snakes. But the girl couldn't possibly learn to control something of such advanced requirements in such short time.<br><br>"I'm.... nobodies.... slave..." she hissed as she fell back to the ground.<br><br>Soon she felt her arms shrink, the flesh shriveling and pushing back as if it was shrinking into her. She found herself lacking arms. As the mask expanded it clasped her lips to prevent her from saying anything further. The padded floor at least felt soft as she turned on her back. The short sleeves of her shirt had fallen limp on her armless torso, though the word 'GOSSIP" still was written in gold across her chest and she was still wearing her bra. The snake transformation had destroyed her jeans as her tail escaped through the flayed fabric. A pair of sneakers lay at the end of her tail, her feet having slid out of them and merged into the end of her tail. The girl laid on her back, her labia pushing out of her scales and the bulge of her swollen clitoris peaking out the top of her opening. All she could do is writhe about and stare at Richard as tried to gain control of her movements and learn the use of her tail. Her exposed sex throbbed, the movement of her body causing her to heat up and arch her back in spasm before she could get herself together.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 04:45:07</strong>
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				((Joseph?&nbsp; Lol.))<br><br><strong>Richard Xantelli - About to put the slave to good use....</strong><br><br>Richard wondered if maybe he was pushing too hard too fast?&nbsp; Then he looked at the mess at his feet and decided he wasn't going nearly far enough.&nbsp; Maria was probably getting a good show but he didn't care as he pressed his foot to the girl's chest and pushed her so she was on her back before kneeling down a bit to look the 'masked' Medusa in the face, her mouth permanently open unless he changed his mind.&nbsp; He couldn't kill her he knew for fear of losing his own life in the process, but Richard knew he could make her wish for a quick death if he transformed her into something truly horrible.&nbsp; An idea came to mind then as he dipped into his Powers again, changing the woman's tongue which had remained the same until that moment, into a six inch long forked appendage that she could control much like her old one except it was prehensile in a way, much like a real snake's.&nbsp; Satisfied with one of the final changes...at least here, Richard forced her to look at him by clamping most of his fist around her face.&nbsp; "Now, I'll make this easy for you bitch.&nbsp; I might, MIGHT, change you back into at least a semblance of your former self IF you do something for me first.&nbsp; If you attempt to fight me in any way, I will give you this warning only.&nbsp; I will turn you into a throbbing mass of pussy and assholes and leave you in a room full of old and young men alike to be fucked in every, single, fucking, one of them.&nbsp; Do you want that?&nbsp; Blink once for yes, and twice for no."<br><br>Either way, and he had a feeling she'd say no, Richard let his foot slip from the woman's chest as he gave her the use of her hands and arms again, although they were softer than they had been before for this very thing he had in mind.&nbsp; Pulling his belt off and dropping his pants as well as his boxers, Richard stood before 'Medusa', revealing his fully erect shaft that had been hidden up until that moment.&nbsp; "I want you to suck this off.&nbsp; Use your hands and that tongue I gave you to its fullest or I'll make sure you suffer greatly.&nbsp; I'll even give you an advantage and give you the use of your mouth again.&nbsp; The moment you try to bite me off at the hilt though or anything of that nature, and I'll make good on my threat.&nbsp; Now, get to work 'Medusa.'"&nbsp; Richard ordered, his violet eyes flashing once more before the mask became flesh and blood again, allowing 'GOSSIP' girl full use of her mouth.&nbsp; He'd force himself upon her though if she fucked with him in any way though by making the mask reappear, or by simply turning her into a mass of pussies and anal holes as he had threatened moments ago.&nbsp; It would all depend on her....
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				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 18:41:59</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) relaxing in the lounge area ....nothing else to do it seemed. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Orianna finished the apple and tossed the core into a wastebasket nearby .....with a rather heavy sigh as she was bored to an extent . The scheduling book seemed to have no current incoming clients that she could see herself enjoying and those their seemed to have been spoken for ..was such a bummer. Soon she stood up from the lounge chair she had sprawled out on ...and made her way to put the book back . The brothel seemed quieter than normal on the main level ...but it was early anyways . <br><br>Soon she made her way to a bar and began to make herself a vodka martini ...might as well , it would help her relax . As she scooped up some ice and poured the white liquid in the tumbler ...adding a touch of lemon juice to it as she shook the thing . Soon a frosted ups glass was put up on the bar and she was straining the perfected drink out into the glass watching as the frost seemed to melt away from the outside . Looking up as she heard a door opening ...it seemed Maria was there and a smile appeared on Orianna's face , oh how she loved her aunt .<br><br>The woman was beautiful ...majestic and had a sway about her walk that just made any woman jealous . Orianna wished to one day be just like her in every way ..licking her lips as she got out another glass . Soon she would make another martini for the woman . <strong> " Good Day ...Maria ...how are you ?"</strong>&nbsp; she spoke softly as she looked up and pushed the second glass towards her . <strong>" Join me in a drink ? " </strong> hoping she would ...maybe the woman had a task for her to do . Orianna always loved proving her loyalty to the woman ...as she picked up her glass and sipped it wondering what devilish plan Maria was working on today . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 20:08:28</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Xantelli</strong><br><br>It was quieter than normal, but that was the essence of life on the island. People came and people went, the slaves in the bottom regions of the labyrinth were rarely heard from. Maria was still in the business dress from her confrontation with Richard and her hair was still up in the tight bun. There were certainly no parties tonight, it was quiet, but sometimes quiet was for the best. Maria stood at the bar for a moment, she was much to busy with the mundane details of running the brothel and managing the servants to be bored, but a quality, fresh and ready to resist her wiles, had not been present here in quite some time. At the moment, it seemed the family were competing for fresh meat.<br><br><strong>"I'm overseeing Richard's methods of using his powers. His work as its charms to be sure, but he rather blunt. He might as well have clubbed the fresh victim I provided in the head with a mace. His work was rushed, the change in dimensions fast and visceral, his sense of proportion need some work, and he lacks the clarity of mind to make certain that all his work is finished exactly as intended. Although he is certainly not lacking in the imagination department. And the more he uses the power the more he will improve, of course some things are matters of style, and you I both know there is no accounting for taste. I'll have a dry Martini if you please dear." </strong><br><br>Maria would wait for the mixture of gin and dry vermouth with a simple green olive and take a few sips while listening to Orianna's opinion before speaking again.<br><br><strong>"I have an assignment for you," Maria said, "Anice has gone too far and I'm not going to let her father protect her. I'll take care of the slave she stole. You are not to restrain her in any way, but I'm giving you the authority and ability to seal her powers for a week. I want you to inflict a range of different punishments, I don't care how you mix it up, have her laying eggs for all I care, just make sure she get's a range of very humiliating things happening to her body throughout the week. You can do it from a distance, or you can make the situation known and torment her face-to-face. Though I think Anice will get the idea that she is not to challenge her mother. You may have your way with her as well. Do you think you can handle this rather delicate task?"</strong><br><br>Maria finished off the martini and waited for an answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 21:38:05</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) being presented with a rare and very exciting offer from Maria .</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Orianna made the drink as she listened to Maria talk about Richard ...tapping her brain trying to keep up with the conversation . Richard ...maybe a grandson ...not really sure she had seen him or chatted with him much . Though by the sounds of Maria's tone the boy was not in complete control of his own powers and had seemed to manage to spark an interest of the woman and yet disappointed her all the same . Orianna had to blush some as she lowered her head feeling a bit inadequate in not knowing what to say really .<strong> " If anyone can direct him my dear Aunt into a more talented use of his gift it surly is you . "</strong>&nbsp; she was not really sucking up to the woman it was just a fact . The labyrinth was full of the woman before her's talent . <br><br>Sipping her drink as she listened to what came next ...almost choking on the drink . What ? She couldn't possibly heard the woman right ...did she ?&nbsp; Though upon looking into those eyes the complete realization of what was being asked had come into play ...oh my , she was going to get to punish Anice and humiliate her . This was too good to be true ..and it made Orianna almost cum right there on the spot . Trying desperately to hide her contempt for the spoiled child ...oh now this was perfect as her mind already began to wonder to various acts of humiliation that could be done .&nbsp; Mean to Orianna ...the idea of not enjoying the family gift was just insane and Anice seemed to do just that , refusing to let the servants wait on her and making herself out to be a commoner . It was no secret that Maria was disappointed in that one . <br><br><strong>" I shall indeed get to work on that ...I promise Maria to inflict just the right amount of humiliation that she will think twice before stealing from you again . A week you say ...seems ample time to comply with such a request . " </strong>nodding her head ...part of her worried about Marco's and his thoughts on the matter but Orianna was not about to not do as ordered by her favorite Aunt . The alcohol never tasted sweeter that was for sure as she tipped the glass up and finished it . <br><br>Letting a little time pass .... as she bit the inside of her lip . <strong> " Would you happen to know where she might be at ? " </strong> smiling and almost seeming to purr .... <strong>" Has been awhile since I have spent time with Anice ....she is such a lovely child ...tis a shame she does not embrace her gift , we shall change that . " </strong>Orianna almost longed to kiss and touch the girls beautiful body . Laying eggs though ....now that would be an interesting feat to perform . As her mind was already considering what changes would be required to pull that off . Or maybe bring her small breasts to fill with milk ...so they filled and became sore to the touch , making her need to milk them . Oh yes indeed , Orianna would make Anice wish she had her own powers back and the girl would beg to rejoin the family . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 01:34:22</strong>
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				Maria Xantelli - Looking Forward to Making Anice Suffer.<br><br><strong>"She staying in her room at the manor to be close to her father, but he won't interfere in this matter. I promised him that it would be a week and that her physical condition would be restored exactly. We made a little bet, if she can get through it without begging&nbsp; for mercy then the boy she rescued will become hers."</strong><br><br>Maria put the glass down and stood. The alcohol had no effect on her anymore; it didn't even take the edge off her mind or undo her cold expression even slightly. Orianna would feel information about Anice's genetic code and the power to neutralize Anice's abilities enter into her. It was a set of temporary powers, but there was much that could be done with them in a week.<br><br><strong>"Anice has a lot of little people she likes to visit and do favors for,"</strong> Maria smirked, <strong>"If you can humiliate her while making her reputation among the islanders suffer I'll be most pleased."</strong><br><br>Maria dismissed Orrianna with a wave her hand and went back down to the lower levels to continue supervising Richard's discovery of power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 02:09:32</strong>
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				<strong>Richard's Slave</strong><br><br>The girl clearly felt her tongue lengthen and split at the ends, it felt dryer. The organ moved about her masks and her lips like a limb. She blinked twice at his command. It was the only choice she had as she didn't want to be turned into the exact same thing that Maria had threatened to make Richard earlier. Whatever she was now, she simply wanted it reverse. Though at the same time the sexual stimulation coursing through her tail and breasts was driving her insane.<br><br>By the time the mask was removed she was more than eager to pleasure his shaft. The prehensile tongue actually proved quite maneuverable though she could get the hang of wrapping it around his member. She spit around her lips and drooled over his member to make it moist. With one hand she held it at the base, using her long tongue to wind up and down softly while desperately using her wet lips to pressure the glans. She was scared to death of even touching his flesh with her teeth lest he think she was going to bite. A hand tried to reach her low opening, she wanted so badly to pleasure herself but couldn't reach the wet hole amidst her scales.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 04:54:40</strong>
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				<strong> Orianna Xantelli (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/characters/tn2_0.jpg) being enlightened a bit more by Maria before the woman headed away .....</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Orianna smiled ....with the reassurance that her Uncle would not hold what was done against her seemed to make it all even better to deal with. The girl almost purred at the opportunity to aide in the correctional matters of Anice as she moved to put the bottles away and wipe down the counter . As the slight stirring inside caused a slight puzzled look on the young woman's face . It was as if a lightbulb had clicked on ...the transfer of knowledge created a tingling inside and Orianna gasped to draw in a deeper breath . Oh Lord it was like a pulsing surge that made her legs go weak . <br><br>By the time she got over it ...and glanced up at her lovely Aunt the woman was waving her hand and dismissing her as if there had been enough talk about the situation . Nothing unusual about that part but the gift , the opportunity and the trust made Orianna feel like she would be dancing on clouds for days with this exhilarated feeling . It was indeed love right ...well had to be as she watched the woman leaving the room , the sway of her hips the graceful movements . As she spoke softly ...<strong>" I won't let you down ..."</strong>&nbsp; swallowing then as the woman disappeared no she was not about to let her down . If Maria wanted the point of humiliation driven into her daughters mind to draw her closer to the family and acknowledgment that she was to take her rightful place then indeed it would be carried out . <br><br>Orianna didn't waste anymore time ...as she zipped her jacket up and decided to jog on over &nbsp;to the manor &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100522.msg4465325#new)....it was time to play Anice a visit .&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 02:53:19</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli - Enjoying 'Medusa's' unique services.</strong><br><br>He didn't have much experience with sex perhaps, but Richard was enjoying himself as the snake woman wrapped her long tongue around his cock.&nbsp; It felt amazing, better than any woman he had had before, at least he thought so as she continued sucking him off.&nbsp; Moaning quietly, the Xantelli closed his eyes as she continued, drawing out an unimaginable amount of pleasure from him.&nbsp; He should have done this sooner!&nbsp; Maybe Maria was right in forcing him to do this?&nbsp; Shivering in pleasure, Richard put a hand to the woman's head and pushed and pulled her on his shaft, guiding her in a quicker and deeper pace.&nbsp; "Just...like that....Medusa.&nbsp; I might turn you back into a human like shape after all if you....do a good enough job.&nbsp; So far you're....doing excellent.&nbsp; Don't...forget to work...my balls as well though...my pet."&nbsp; He moaned, gasping a bit as she hit a particular sensitive spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 02:40:21</strong>
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				<strong>Richard's Slave</strong><br><br>The promise of being a human again spurred the captured slave girl on. Her tongue wrapped around his tight member and tasted the sweat of his balls. She felt his hands take her head and force her to bob up and down at an ever quicker pace. Medusa obeyed with soft moans as his shaft was coated in her saliva. Her tail curled tightly as it was thin and it was the only way it could support her weight even though she was balancing against Richard. The snakes twirled about lazily but did nothing except to tickle Richards stomach with their tongues. She was having trouble gaining any control over her snake hair.<br><br><em>He might turn me back in to a human, I'll do my best.</em><br><br>She placed her hands on his hips and listened for his moans and gasps. He was sensitive just underneath at the border of his glans, and near the base, at least it seemed so to her so she tried working these areas harder and applying more pressure. She pressed with her lips as she continued to tighten around it with her tongue. It was hot and throbbing, but she had done this before and knew what to expect. The only thing was she had never done it quite like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 03:09:46</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli - With 'Medusa' and about to pop a load.</strong><br><br>Richard noticed that the snake woman before him was figuring out how to draw out more from his body than what she had been before.&nbsp; Gasping for ear as her long tongue covered his thick shaft and she added pressure to specific points on his member, the young man couldn't help but feel weak in the knees as time wore on.&nbsp; The soft kisses and licks from the snake hair was also adding to the experience as 'Medusa' continued to suck Richard off so skillfully.&nbsp; "You've...done this before...I take it.&nbsp; Figures....Maria...would give me a slut.&nbsp; Oh well...I am...not complaining.&nbsp; God, that...feels good."&nbsp; Groaning as he continued to force her head back and forth against his crotch, Richard gave one last strong push forward and held the woman's head against him as his balls throbbed and pulsed and he shot his load deep into her throat.<br><br>Gasping and moaning in pleasure as he squirted his seed into the girl's throat, Richard slowly withdrew as he shivered from mini orgasms that racked his body before finally regaining his composure again.&nbsp; Wasting no time in covering himself by pulling his boxers and pants back up, Richard's violet eyes flashed and a new transformation started.&nbsp; He wasn't going to leave 'GOSSIP' girl completely normal though.&nbsp; He'd leave her to figure out the surprises though as her body became close to being human again, except now she had leopard spots and fur around her neck that matched what her normal hair.&nbsp; Her sex he changed back completely, except for one small detail that if a man took her he'd find she was a perfect fit no matter how big or small their dick was.&nbsp; Beyond one last modification that involved a five inch furry tail that was right above her asshole, Richard let her stand for the most part as she once was, metal studs in her mouth and all.&nbsp; "I kept my end of the bargain since you were such a good girl, but I did give you a few extra things since you're trapped here now until the day you die or Maria finds you are no longer useful.&nbsp; You are human, but now you have a bit of leopard in your blood as you'll find.&nbsp; If you complain at all about it though, I could always turn you into that mass of pussies and assholes.&nbsp; Just remember."&nbsp; Turning to the camera again, Richard wondered if he had done enough to warrant a release for good behavior.&nbsp; Probably not, but here was to hoping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 04:19:33</strong>
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				<strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br><br>Eris pushed her body tightly against his cock and allowed the incredible flow of semen to push into her womb. She felt her tight waist expanding and stretching from the incredible amounts of cum this cum faucet was producing. The throbbing and buzzing of his cock in her vagina finally drove her over the edge and she went into violent orgasmic spasms. First she thrust her hips against him and allowed him to continue pounding her as her own cum sprayed outwards against chunks of his liquid seed. Her pussy spasms became violent against his cock as she screamed at feeling her neck bitten and her nipples pulled so painfully it felt like he wanted to rip the end of her breast off. His teeth would be smoothed so as to not hurt her so easily. She even pulled away from his teeth to indicate she wasn't comfortable.<br><br>As she came she allowed Zack to join her. He would be overwhelmed by a mind blowing orgasm that would cause him to empty his reserves. Eris would feel her stomach stretch painfully as she weakly pulled herself out of his firehouse like cock. But she wasn't finished, she fingered herself as she went down on the firing member and began sucking away at the ejaculate. When her stomach was full she purposely depleted his nutrition and his stamina so he would feel like a million tons was dragging him down. That way, he'd match how her cum covered body with a distended and pregnant looking belly felt. He'd be tired, but once he restored his strength his cock would be their to sap it once again.<br><br>Eris pushed herself to the other end of the back seat and clasped her bloated stomach with one hand. Her body was crimson red, there were gobs of semen draped over her, and she was hyperventilating as she squinted with passing orgasms that still made her cum. If he tried to attack her the cum around him would form into ropes and bind his hands and feet.<br><br>"So," she gasped, her hand sliding up and down her wide open sex as cum squirted out with just a little push of her belly. "Did you tell me your name yet?"<br><br>Eris pushed herself up and laughed lightly, he was her best so far, but she wouldn't admit that.<br><br>"I'm Eris," she said, "Nice to meet ya! We're going to go meet mother now."<br><br>The butt naked, sperm filled and covered, gasping for breath, and red as a beet girl sent a polite smile his way as if they were having a polite tea party. The car bumped as the towing vehicle stopped and Eris stepped with her cum soaked bunny in hand and started ordering the servants around without regard to the shape she was in. One hand held the bunny while the other continue stroking a clitoris of a bruised sex that was almost numb from the pounding she had just taken.<br><br>"Mama will be out soon, hurry and get out of the car stupid head!" Eris yelled
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakashiee</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 05:32:54</strong>
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				Zack shuddered with the most mind blowing orgasm of his life, as he released his final load he began breathing slower and slower calming down and slowing his heart rate in moments he was calm but extremely tired. However this didn't even phase him, being a Special Forces soldier meant you'd be fighting even when your exhausted. Zack played it good he acted energetic and alert even though he was sucking right now and wanted nothing more then to just lie down on a bed and go to sleep. He grabbed what remained of his shirt and stuffed it in his cargo pocket. As he stepped out he grabbed his pocket knife and slipped it in his pocket as he went to grab a pack of smokes. Even though he didn't smoke they still had their uses, in order to wake himself up forcefully and keep him more alert Zack tore a stick in half and began pouring the nicotine in his hand as he walked in front of Eris. He then rubbed it underneath his eye which instantly began to water and cause extreme pain and discomfort to Zack nothing threatening it was just painful. He put the rest the stick in his pocket and no one should notice the nicotine on his eye after all he rubbed it in and he already had black bags. He ignored Eris he had his fun and she had her fun but the time for games was over as Zack knew the time for either fighting, resisting or fleeing would come up. He would have to be careful, cautious and stay several steps ahead of his enemy. He would not be trapped on this island and he would escape. He was his own man no one controlled him or owned him and no one ever would.<br><br>Zack entered the brothel and looked around waiting for Eris to show him the way.<br><br>"<strong>So you brought me here so I could fuck your brains out? That's cool, I never thought I'd enjoy fucking a 12 year old</strong>[/b]" Zack said in a smart ass tone.<br><br>Zack knew she was 18 but still saw her as a kid, she was 11 years younger then Zack and had this ridiculous power Zack figured she was still working on the ropes and bounds, perhaps she couldn't use the power very well under pressure? Only time would tell, and if so he would exploit that power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 06:06:29</strong>
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				<strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br><br>When Zack went for his knife he would find it was made of extremely brittle plastic all the way through. The slightest pressure would cause the once quality blade to crumble into dust and mix into the pool of cum in which it laid. His shirt was of thin fabric that would tear at the slightest tug, plus it was soaked in the semen he had been spraying and she had been leaking. It would be useless to him as well. It was possible the smokes would be dry if they were in his pants pockets. But Eris didn't like cigarettes, so the moment he touched them the box grew slightly and turned pink as the cigarettes inside melded into two tampons. Eris didn't bother to retrieve her clothes, they were useless to her.<br><br>Eris rubbed her rear end and her pert breasts, there was barely an inch of her body that was not touched by his cum. She burped and the creamy liquid bubbled from her stomach and back into her mouth. Her stomach looked mildly pregnant as the liquid continued to slowly escape her sex and run down between her legs. Her hair was coated and matted down, all stuck to her body. And yet she stood proudly as if completely in command of the situation. She turned to look at him as he spoke, streaks of cum still stuck across her face in small gobs that were beginning to liquify. It felt cold now and was starting to dry where it was not so concentrated. What he said made her more than a bit angry but she held it in, he could pay for his sins with ten lashes later.<br><br>"My brains are still in for your information," Eris said, "Though I never thought I'd enjoy fucking Methuselah."<br><br>A bird on the fence gave her the information she needed by cawing several times. This slave was hers now, but she would be required to get certain information out of him before continuing with his training. It also told her to wash up and put clothes on like the dignified Xantelli she was, but she had no intention of listening at the moment. Clothes weren't needed in the labyrinth and it wasn't like she was going to make mess with cum stained hands and feet.<br><br>"Follow me, I reserved you a room for us in the labyrinth," she said politely.<br><br>With that she skipped and twirled, keeping a close eye on him all the while as she led him to the tunnel entrance that would take them down into the bowels of the labyrinth. She pressed her backside against the door, leaving a wet and sticky impression on the metal.<br><br>"Before we go any further. From now on you'll treat me with respect and refer to me as Mistress Eris," she said, pressing her ear less bunny in front of her sex and adjusting the rabbit ears that wouldn't stand up anymore,&nbsp; "Is that understood? I am superior to you in every way after all. In fact, I want you to say it. I want you to say that Mistress Eris is your superior in every way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 06:27:29</strong>
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				<strong>The Room Where Richard and his Slave Are Being Kept</strong><br><br>The snake girl sucked down as much as she could as fast as she could. There was very little on her lips when she was done. What she did taste seemed healthy though, it was not putrid like some she had tasted. All in all, it was not a completely bad experience. Though the body he gave her was aching for release and he had not provided it. At least not until she felt her legs return to her and her sex returned to a reasonable semblance of its formal self. Though she felt tighter, the flesh and muscles felt more youthful and stronger as Richard's powers flowed through her. She felt the base of her spine stretch slightly but never noticed the growth of fur or the small tail the Xantelli had gifted her with. The girl nodded, she wasn't about to cross a man who could turn her back into Medusa or something worse.<br><br>"Okay," she said, "Umm, my name is Mindy... in case... you were wondering. Are you going to leave me here?" she asked.<br><br>-----------------<br><br>In her viewing room Maria sat back, it was about time to release Richard, but she was sure Eris would want to visit him so she didn't mind letting him simmer in his juices. Besides, Mindy was one of his now to do with as he pleased, so he might as well get to know her a bit better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakashiee</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 06:48:51</strong>
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				As Zack pulled out his smokes he realized what Eris had down and sighed again the once sex crazed woman he had just plowed became the immature 12 year old once again. It seemed as if she respected those that were optimistic and defiant, or she just wanted Zack to become her new sex slave. In his other hand his pocket knife crumbled into dust and Zack tossed the dust away he had caught on to Eris's abilities and it no longer surprised him. She could basically change anything into anything she wanted most likely also including Zack. He heard a bird cawing and glanced at it, however as he turned back he saw Eris paying attention to it almost listening to it. Interesting were the very animals of this island giving the Xantelli information, perhaps that would be why he was discovered so fast and why every stealth assault in the jungle has failed horrifically. Zack realized if he was going to escape he would have to be relentless he knew he had a long road ahead of him and it would most likely be littered with bodies. As they approached the Labyrinth Zack looked upon Eris and how she was holding the bunny over herself and how she was still leaking. He kept his cool and took a moment to listen to her.<br><br>After another moment passed Zack pulled out the two tampons and tossed it at her he said coldly "<strong>You might need these. You're leaking.</strong>"<br><br>He then continued to walk forward expecting some sort of retaliation however he prepared himself no matter how horrific it would be he would not even flinch he would maintain a cool head. He would escape he would make it back to the USS Moonshine and he would probably watch this whole island explode in a beautiful inferno of fire and death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 07:41:47</strong>
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				<strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br><br>Eris was fascinated by how aware her new slave was despite the obvious exhaustion she had inflicted on his body. The way he acted so non-nonchalant about what was happening was a turn on, but only because she wanted see how long it took to grind his will into dust. There were a few rare cases of soldiers who had not broken no matter what was done to them, their strong wills overriding the ill will inflicted on them by the betrayal of even their own bodies. The most dangerous were the most fun to play with, though if they didn't break they became furniture in most cases. Eris looked at him as a moment of silence passed between them, he would make a nice vibrator when she was done with him. She frowned, her eyes glowing deep purple after he tossed the tampons at her and one stuck to her right breast. <br><br>"I told you to say something," Eris said sadly, "How much longer do you intend to disobey your mistress."<br><br>With her power she had altered his pheromones and his receptivity to her pheromones. Her smell would give him a high. When he was with her he'd be aware and attracted to everything to everything she did. It was a chemical attraction of magnified proportions with no basis in actual emotion, but it was a start. Eris's anger evaporated and she posed against the door, her shoulders were against the metal and her right hand slid down her neck and ran over the curve of her breast to pull the tampon off. She considered it lazily as she pushed out her hips. Then she threw him an innocent glance.<br><br>"I'm waiting," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakashiee</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 17:52:53</strong>
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				Zack felt light headed for a moment then everything got bright and then it focused on Eris. Zack was struggling to keep himself together as he knew she did something to him but he couldn't figure it out. As he was thinking he smelt something wonderful and it was coming from Eris. If he had the energy to lust for her he would, however now the only thing that mattered to Zack was keeping her around and pleasing her. However he would keep his cool he would keep his will his own individuality and not be a slave to her.<br><br>He then needed to rest against something he walked over to the wall and leaned against it he was trying to regain himself but he couldn't her smell was just to much he almost wanted to submit to her but he wouldn't allow it. He folded his arms and brought his head down closing his eyes it didn't help the smell though it was to intense.<br><br>"<strong>Listen this is going to end badly for you. You're in way over your head I'm not like the other Special Forces guys you've captured and tortured I just simply don't give a fuck. So why don't you make this easy on yourself and let me go.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 22:13:17</strong>
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				<strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br><br>Eris paused a moment, frowning as this slave who she had just freely given her body to, whose semen she was still smeared in, defied her and even threatened her. This called for some punishments, and as much as she hated to dish them out she knew he would never submit outwardly if he wasn't properly spanked. As she approached him he would feel himself shrinking. Eris had set his size to approximately a 15/16 scale of his former self. By the numbers it may not have sounded like a big deal, but Zack would feel himself getting lighter by about thirty pounds and his height would diminish by five inches. His proportions would all be to scale so it would not affect his build or body structure, he had just been shrunk and was smaller to scale from every dimension. <br><br>Coils sprouted from his pants before they began to slide off and wrapped his wrists, they would pull his arms behind his back and tie his wrists together without Eris needing to do any work herself. The cloth became strong leather entwined with strands of steel. It was melded together around his wrist with no tie and no lock, thus there was no weak point in the material.<br><br>Eris walked up to Zack and pressed her body against his. From up close the mark he made on her neck was still visible. Her forehead pressed against his and she looked at him eye to eye, knowing the risks of such close interaction but getting a high from the thrill of it.<br><br>"I can assure you, my little friend, that I don't really give a fuck either," Eris said, "Because you wanted to be bad, I'm never letting you get any taller than me. Even if you escape, this will be height for the rest of your life, a little gift from me personally."<br><br>She pulled back and leaned against the door to the tunnel. Her eyes were glowing again as she prepared to inflict further punishments on this special forces officer if he wished to be defiant.<br><br>"Now tell me that Eris is your mistress and that she is superior to you in every way."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakashiee</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 03:53:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100455.msg4488116#msg4488116">Quote from: Nazora on 10-04-2011, 22:13:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Eris Xantelli</strong><br><br>Eris paused a moment, frowning as this slave who she had just freely given her body to, whose semen she was still smeared in, defied her and even threatened her. This called for some punishments, and as much as she hated to dish them out she knew he would never submit outwardly if he wasn't properly spanked. As she approached him he would feel himself shrinking. Eris had set his size to approximately a 15/16 scale of his former self. By the numbers it may not have sounded like a big deal, but Zack would feel himself getting lighter by about thirty pounds and his height would diminish by five inches. His proportions would all be to scale so it would not affect his build or body structure, he had just been shrunk and was smaller to scale from every dimension. <br><br>Coils sprouted from his pants before they began to slide off and wrapped his wrists, they would pull his arms behind his back and tie his wrists together without Eris needing to do any work herself. The cloth became strong leather entwined with strands of steel. It was melded together around his wrist with no tie and no lock, thus there was no weak point in the material.<br><br>Eris walked up to Zack and pressed her body against his. From up close the mark he made on her neck was still visible. Her forehead pressed against his and she looked at him eye to eye, knowing the risks of such close interaction but getting a high from the thrill of it.<br><br>"I can assure you, my little friend, that I don't really give a fuck either," Eris said, "Because you wanted to be bad, I'm never letting you get any taller than me. Even if you escape, this will be height for the rest of your life, a little gift from me personally."<br><br>She pulled back and leaned against the door to the tunnel. Her eyes were glowing again as she prepared to inflict further punishments on this special forces officer if he wished to be defiant.<br><br>"Now tell me that Eris is your mistress and that she is superior to you in every way." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zack feeling himself shrink sighed, more trickery and now he's confined who knows maybe she's like Rhianna sticks and stones may break her bones but chains and whips excite her, along with having a Special Forces Soldier as a bitch. She was probably wetter then a mother fucker right now he thought he could tell she liked danger however Zack was growing more and more tired and just wanted the day to end so he could go to sleep. He thought long and hard about the right words to say, then eventually he decided to quote Duke Nukem all though almost everything Duke had said was perfect for this situation but there was one saying that was perfect. So he took a deep breath and said a few wise words from Duke Nukem.<br><br>"<strong>Blow it out your ass.</strong>" He said those few words with complete optimism and charisma he expected to suffer from some sort of horrific mutation or such. Whatever she did wouldn't surprise him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:38:21</strong>
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				Eris clenched her fist and ground her teeth before speaking.<br><br><strong>"You American imperialist pigs are impossible, you act as if your corrupt military power and your precious dollar will dominate the world forever when your whole country is nothing more than a farce sinking into the quagmire of excrement it releases. Americans are only good for consuming the worlds resources, and in return they produce two things to give to the rest of the world, their debt and their excrement. You my friend, are the excrement. A big pile of worthless American military shit."</strong><br><br>Eris's eyes glowed purple as Zack's legs withered and gnarled into branches. His feet would dig into the soil and sprout roots as a steaming pile of fertilizer piled around his ankles. His hands would break their ties but be forced in the air. Bark would grow along his lower arms as his fingers extended and sprouted green leaves. But they weren't leaves, they were hundred dollar bills and treasury bills. As his arms branched out and is fingers grew, fruit began to develop in the shape of mini bombs. A bomb dropped, releasing a steaming plop of fertilizer.<br><br>The skin of his back would gain a multitude more nerve endings. Pain receptors would crowd the flesh of his back both shallow and deep. The flesh of his back would feel pain hundreds of times more acutely than before, but it would also regrow with a searing burning pain when torn.&nbsp; Form his tailbone a tail would sprout and plunge into the soil. Underground it would take root and sprout a thin whip like branch that would extend from the ground behind Zack. Involuntary muscles would form in the whip, making it snap against Zacks back with a powerful crack every thirty seconds for ten minutes, rest five minutes to let his flesh regenerate, and then start whipping him again. Adrenaline spikes would insure he didn't pass out. Eris smiled at her work. Zack would be unable to move his legs from the ground or put his raised arms down. If he looked up, it would be like a tree of money and bills with little bomb fruits.<br><br>"Well, I'm going on in to see my brother Richard and freshen up a bit, you can stay out here until you're ready to acknowledge me as your superior. I'll be back to check on you in an hour so. Stay well little tree of imperialism."<br><br>With that she opened the door and entered the tunnel to the labyrinth, leaving the rooted Zack to his whipping. But before she left she made his voice box vanish from his throat so he wouldn't disturb anyone with screams or rants.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:53:53</strong>
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				<strong>Enzo - Hidden Entrance to the Labyrinth, then Olivia's Cell</strong><br><br>Coming through the main brothel wasn't a wise idea. Luckily the Labyrinth afforded many other entrances for those in the know. And precious few exits. The car ride had been short and silent. He saw little need to begin the interrogation in such an inconvenient setting. Far better to sit in the front seat, observing her with his Power without turning his head. She sat in the back, sandwiched between the two musclebound slaves, who were equally uncommunicative.<br><br>If she tried to make a move, even in her depleted state, he would of course counter her. But he hoped that wasn't necessary. A contest of strength was not what he was after. Physical strength could be granted or withdrawn at will. He was far more interested in her spirit. Owning that was the primary objective. If that could not be achieved, then destroying it would be a regrettable substitute. It would be a pity, though, to squander such a rare being thus.<br><br>The route to their room had been cleared of traffic. The room itself looked very little like the sort of dungeon that one might expect to find this far below the ground. It was windowless, of course, but in other respects quite comfortable. One corner of the large room was furnished as a bedroom, with a king-sized four poster bed piled high with comforters and pillows. A nook in another corner held basic restroom facilities, including a shower. The large clear area in the center of the room boasted a thick and expensive Oriental rug. The remainder of the chamber was similarly lavishly furnished; desks, chairs, a table, a few sofas, a liquor cabinet. All in all, it looked far more like the sort of prison a dictator in exile might merit, and far less like the scene of Olivia's imminent moral destruction.<br><br>There were safeguards, of course. He wasn't stupid. Four slaves, disguised as some of the furnishings. Utterly loyal, awaiting their opportunity to prove themselves and earn promotion from inanimate status. Their souls stood out sharply to his Xantelli vision.<br><br>In the exact center of the room, on the carpet, sat two comfortable armchairs. They were perhaps six feet apart, facing each other. Each had a small endtable to the side. Enzo sat in one of them, crossing his legs at the ankles. At a signal from him the guards released their prisoner and quickly exited, the incongruous steel door closing behind them. Enzo gestured at the facing armchair.<br><br>"Please, Olivia Bernette, have a seat. There's no reason that we can't be civilized about this."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:35:22</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia Bernette - Agent 053</strong><br><br>She kept to herself and didn't try anything. It was to her advantage if they felt they didn't need chains and she knew as soon as she tried something the big men would interfere. <br><br>The room was well lit, well decorated, and nicely furnished. Everything looked so classy and the only thing noticeably out of place was the lack of windows. She couldn't hear the moans and groans that she had heard in the hall, so the room must have been sound proofed. The decor looked more like it was out of a Victorian love motel than an interrogation room. If Enzo wanted to make love to her she decided she'd play along long enough to break his neck. She was going to die anyway, so what did her honor matter if she wasn't going to live to use it. She'd die and take an enemy with her, just as she had been trained.<br><br>Exactly as she thought, the fool did the unthinkable. Olivia was in the room alone with him. She knew what she wanted to do, but it just seemed far to easy. Possibly he wasn't sure she was an agent and was testing her? Maybe their was hope after all. She tried to look for a possible trap that attacking him might spring but didn't see any. So for now, she flipped her hair and decided to sit down. She didn't feel at the top of her game anyway, if she was going to kill him she'd need to get in close first, but that depended on whether he decided to release her or not.<br><br>"Then you see this was all just a big mistake," she said, "You won't make much money if you attack and kidnap all the visitors that come to your island. You probably saw that I studied a little martial arts, I like to keep active and try new things. I wasn't trying to find that monster, those night vision goggles are for my entertainment."<br><br>Olivia adjusted her long black pony tail, flipping it to the front so that hung down over her chest and to her slender waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 05:01:33</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br><br>Enzo leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers in front of him. He had all of the time in the world, and the view wasn't one to complain about. If she wanted to try maintaining her innocence first, he'd be willing to play that particular game. As long as his attention didn't waver, she was of no threat to him.<br><br>As they talked he continued to scan her body, memorizing every feature at a deep level. The changes he had made so far were routine; he could backtrack if required. It was a common error among the younger members of his family -- make changes too quickly, or too grotesquely, and it became very difficult to ever restore what was lost exactly. In many cases this wasn't a concern, but Enzo took pride in his work. Once he had broken her mind, he wanted it back in her original body. He now felt that he could do that, though it might be days or weeks until it was required.<br><br>He wondered what she was most proud of. Many of these agents took pride in their bodies and their appearance. They were physical sorts, by nature. What was it that caused her to smile secretly when she looked in the mirror? And at what did she bite her lip slightly, wishing it might be different? He'd find out in time. Like a jeweler examining a stone to be cut, he looked for tiny psychological flaws that could be used to his advantage.<br><br>"Olivia... may I call you Olivia? You're welcome to call me Enzo. Olivia. If this is all some terrible misunderstanding, then you shall certainly have my personal and abject apology. That will be quite a difficult case to make, though, I think. It's not merely a matter of your having been in an inconvenient place at an improper time. It's a good bit more complicated than that."<br><br>He liked her hair, he decided. That would definitely stay.<br><br>As he spoke, her strength continued to sap away. She wouldn't notice as long as she remained seated, but if she should try to exert herself she'd find that she was barely capable of standing, leave aside attacking effectively. It was a pity. Physical conditioning like hers was hard to develop in the outside world. Years of training, no doubt. Restricted diet, daily exercise regimen. And all of it gone now, within less than a minute.<br><br>"So," he said abruptly, rising to his feet. "I'll make a few inquiries, check on your background and so forth. You'll need to remain here in the interim, but I imagine it shouldn't take more than a few hours. You should be quite comfortable. And if everything seems clear, then we can put this entire affair behind us." He took three steps forward and offered his hand for a handshake.<br><br><em>Take the bait, dear. Try to do your job, so we can move past this charade.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 05:39:04</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia Bernette</strong><br><br>It was a strange feeling, not too noticeable but one so acutely focused on her body such as Olivia noticed that she felt tired, her limbs a bit heavy, her back ached ever so slightly. It was fine as long as she didn't pressure her limbs, but it seemed as if they were heavier when she put pressure on them as if to get up.<br><br>"That's my name," Olivia said angrily, "So I suppose you'll hold me because of what I saw, possibly kill me. But I'll have you know that I'm a U.S. citizen, am documented to be here, and if I disappear on this island there will be an investigation and that will only invite trouble from America."<br><br>It all seemed to contrived, she believed she was going to die here regardless of what she said. There might be interrogation first or she might be poisoned in the room. How and why didn't matter anymore, they were going to dispose of her, bury her, like all the others who came to this island. Her life was gone, but she could still break Enzo's neck.<br><br>Olivia jumped up from the chair and launched herself at Enzo. She had wanted to wrap her arm around Enzo's neck and twist his head until it snapped but her whole body felt like it was going to wither away. She felt frail, faint, and fragile as if she had just recovered from a long illness where she had been bed fast. Her reflexes were a joke and the most abject amateur could have caught her despite her knowledge of technique. Her arm bar failed miserably, in fact, if Enzo did not hold her up she would sink to the floor on her hands and knees.<br><br>"Poison, you poisoned me... but how.." she said.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 17:15:38</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br><br>Enzo caught the smaller woman in his arms, easily supporting her weight. Her attempt to wrap her arm around his neck resulted only in what an observer might mistake for a half-hearted hug, though her expression was far from friendly. His own face bore a mask of cruel amusement. He held her against his chest, stroking her hair indolently. "There, there. Poor dear. If you're going to kill me, you'll need to do much better than that."<br><br>She felt warm against him, and he toyed with the idea of taking her to the bed and forcing himself on her. It wasn't as if she could resist, and the tensions of the day, playing with both the slave and the tourist, had certainly put him in the mood. Yet he was here to indulge in a higher, more refined pleasure. The sculpting of a body and the breaking of a mind. Mere sex could be used as part of the process, of course - often it could serve as the keystone of a subject's degradation. To play that card immediately, though, would be gauche.<br><br>He settled her back down into her chair, placing her hands in her lap. He left her enough strength to hold her head upright, to look into his eyes. "Poison? No, nothing so crude. Though the effects may be similar. What you're experiencing, though, is far more dreadful. Put simply, I have enlisted the aid of your body against you. We are enemies, you see -- I hope that you will be able to put this ludicrous cover story of yours behind you now. It is an unfair contest, as your flesh is no longer yours to command. And such lovely flesh it is, too. A bit obscured, though."<br><br>As he spoke the Power began its work. Her outfit was not unattractive; he made a mental note to restore it in some form in the future. But he desired something more revealing. In seconds the loose cotton weave was transformed into a thin yet virtually impenetrable latex material, matching the previous colors and style exactly. The new clothes then began to shrink, constricting around the agent's slender body to form a second skin that revealed the texture of even her slightest imperfections. The waist in particular tightened cruelly as stiff supports formed a corset that bit into her abdomen, forcing her into an unnaturally exaggerated hourglass shape. After all, people had been sculpting flesh for hundreds of years without the benefit of the Xantelli power, he reflected.<br><br>"I promise you, this experience will be easier for you to survive if you begin with the assumption that I can do anything. That's closer to the truth than you might think. It may be unbelievable, but it is true." With a flick of his finger, the already punishing corset tightened by another quarter-inch. "Now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? The truth, this time."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 17:39:06</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli - With Mindy and in a far better mood.</strong><br><br>Smiling at his handiwork, and in the girl's improved attitude now that he had proven just how dangerous he was, Richard shook his head at her question.&nbsp; "No, I don't plan to leave you here Mindy.&nbsp; You were a good girl and if Maria lets me I'll probably keep you handy.&nbsp; Considering I was the first to transform you and...use you a bit, she probably will since I haven't done this before against an unwilling person such as yourself, a point of much contention between us I'll admit.&nbsp; Still, that's no concern of yours really.&nbsp; Suffice it to say, unless Maria has other plans for you, you'll find I am easy to get along with, if you don't piss me off.&nbsp; I've had this power, as has the rest of my extended family, since we were sixteen.&nbsp; I'm used to this but I have yet to use my 'curse' much until today.&nbsp; There's no other drug quite like it, and believe me I've tried most of them at least once.&nbsp; And no I'm not addicted to any of them before you ask, although I could change your body chemistry to make you feel as if you were should you cross me.&nbsp; I don't foresee that happening though, do you?"&nbsp; He asked in an even and calm voice, as if he was discussing the weather rather than fucking around with her body more than he had already.<br><br>Sitting down against the back wall, he did offer an apologetic smile as he motioned for her to sit with him if she chose.&nbsp; Whether she did or not was up to her.&nbsp; Either way, Richard did have to wonder a few things.&nbsp; "I am curious how you got here.&nbsp; You said you were told you won an all expense paid trip.&nbsp; How'd you get here though and where did you come from?&nbsp; I've been here my whole life but I'm highly intelligent and a strong athletic as well.&nbsp; What were you before you came out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 03:55:59</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia Bernette?</strong><br><br>There was a wideness to her eyes that spoke of an emotion Olivia had only ever tasted maybe once or twice in her life, though this time it stung her tongue and burnt her nostrils enough to make her wide eyes water. A soft caress against her soft hair made her tremble as she fought against her own frailty, her muscles ached from trying to stand and her body felt exhausted. He felt so strong and warm, and she felt chill go up her spine as she felt so fragile, so weak. And she only felt weaker as he sat her n the chair and placed her hands in her lap as if she was some kind of pose-able doll.<br><br>Olivia managed to hold her up, but the rest of her body might as well have been made of lead for the strength she had to move it. She could see her arms, something had happened to the muscle structure she had worked so hard to build up. Her arms looked soft and thin. Olivia was amazed at how much her body had changed in such a short period of time. She listened to what Enzo had to say carefully.<br><br>As she looked down her black cotton short-sleeve shirt suddenly became black latex. Olivia didn't quite understand what was happening to her clothes, but all of the sudden her shirt looked like shiny liquid ink and felt a bit clingy against her skin. It felt as if the wrappings around her breast were absorbed into the new material because she no longer felt cloth on the skin of her nipples. The jeans remained the same color, though her knee pads melted into patches of black. Olivia squirmed a bit as the latex began to tighten around her skin. It absorbed her panties, she could feel the tightening, like shrink wrap melting against her labia and pressing the hairs in a small clump. The material pressed against her still shapely legs, even taking the shape of small marks from the stretching of her skin around thighs that were once vastly more muscular. It pressed her breasts, denoting the shape of her nipples as the material kept her orbs perfectly circular and standing out from her chest. Olivia was vividly blushing at the transformation and tightening of her clothes, the colors of which mocked what she was originally wearing.<br><br>She groaned as she felt the material push into her softened abdomen. She barely had the strength to clutch her knees as she felt stomach pinched, then pinched yet again. He had taken her down to almost twenty inches at the most narrow point of her waist, though the achievement was considerably uncomfortable for Olivia. Her face was red with embarrassment while she struggled to breath a bit from the latex corset that was squeezing her into an increasingly unnatural shape. The final quarter inch made her wince in pain as the corset squeezed her down to a twenty inch waist.<br><br>Olivia had never dealt with anything like this, but she had to put her shame behind her, whatever powers he had she had to find a way to kill this man. If he wanted information, she knew nothing beyond her mission and her agent number. Agent 53 didn't even know who she worked for or why she performed the tasks she performed. It wasn't the best for loyalty to her employers, but it was the best when secrecy was required. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood, her eyes seemed to grow cold and blank and suddenly her shame seemed to no longer bother her. Her voice was hateful as she stared him down.<br><br>"I'm number 053, my mission is to kill as many of the Xantelli family as possible. I have no further objectives beyond incidentals. My mission will be complete when all the family members are dead or I myself have been killed. That's all I know. If you keep my alive I will find a way to kill you, so I suggest you dispose of me if you value your life. There's nothing else you need to know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 20:35:42</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br><br>Enzo watched with clinical interest as the waves of emotion passed over Olivia's face. Shock and disbelief, giving way quickly to fear and delicious shame. But then in an instant it passed, and he was confronted with the same steely-eyed determination that he had first seen in her. Even robbed of a body that would do her bidding, she presented an aura of defiance. He was secretly pleased. There was mettle here, and if he proceeded with care then that presaged a far more valuable servant in the future. Assuming that he did not break her entirely.<br><br>He pulled his own chair closer to hers, to the point where when he sat their knees were almost touching. Her threat was defused by now. Even if she could summon the will to throw herself at him again, it would be only a symbolic gesture. He reached over and patronizingly patted her just above the knee.<br><br>"It's my distinct pleasure to meet you, Agent 53. And I'm happy that we're able to move past your charade and onto more substantive ground. Now you must realize that your mission is a failure; you're not going to kill anyone here, unless I allow you to do so. Least of all me. So you may as well start imagining if you have any goals of your own. Anything aside from the mission that your handlers have given you. Oh, I know. You're a ruthless killing machine, forged for a single purpose, and your life has no meaning outside of your deadly mission." His voice was derisive. "You're hardly the first, you know. But it's never entirely true. Somewhere inside of you is an actual person, and we're going to work together to find them. Or, if they prove elusive, to craft a new one."<br><br>He leaned back in his chair. "I will grant your handlers this, though. They have a sense of humor. Does the number 53 suggest anything to you? Anything at all? I'll give you a hint." Her clothing began changing again. The tight latex outfit still clung to her every curve, but the colors shifted and changed. A pattern of black and white checkerboard spread across the surface, expanding to cover her feet in tight pointed-toe boots and her hands in thin white gloves. A collar adorned with silver bells appeared around her neck. Her head now sported an outlandishly garish hat with two tails, bells jangling at the end of each. Though she could not see the results, her exposed skin became colored to match the outfit in contrasting hues, including bright red lipstick and a mark around her eyes in the shape of a black domino mask. It was a decent approximation of a Commedia dell'arte Harlequin, Enzo supposed. Though Richard had told him at one time that the image had been misappropriated by some children's comic book. Ah, the ignorance of youth.<br><br>He granted her enough power of movement to survey herself, though leaving her weak enough that an attack would still be ill-advised. Enzo gestured vaguely toward the full-length mirror on a nearby wall. "You see, my dear? The fifty-third card in the deck. The joker. This is what your handlers think of you. A walking, living, joke. To send you here, against all of us, armed without even the extensive intelligence that they have managed to gather thus far? They wanted you to fail, dear, as you have. Which raises the question, 'Why?'. Why would they do this to you? Have you failed them? Perhaps one of your superiors sought to take advantage of you, and you rebuffed him, valuing your virginity over your job prospects? Come, there must be a story here. You needn't tell me, but you ought to at least determine the truth for yourself."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 04:16:22</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia Bernette- Feeling Foolish</strong><br><br>The agent narrowed her eyes and locked sight with Enzo defiantly. Her target was right across from her and there was nothing she could do about it. He was purposely mocking her, placing her desire in reach while keeping it unattainable. This power of his that weakened her body, put her in leather and pinched her waist painfully, she needed to learn more of it. How did it work, why did it work, what could he do and what couldn't he do. Nothing had been explained to her, and what was about to happen would make that all the more painfully obvious.<br><br>Olivia said nothing as he spoke, simply glaring and absorbing, listening. She wasn't going to give him anything more, not until she wanted to or he forced it out of her. It was simply breathtaking to watch to watch the ripple of black and white checkerboard pattern expand across the latex and replace the mockery of her clothes. The boots formed of the same pattern and she could watch the tips expand into silly long points that reminded her of something a jester might wear. With what strength she had she tried to explore the leather and found the seamless suit had no holes, no zippers, and no latches. It would be impossible to take off without cutting. White gloves of thin latex even formed over her hands and wrapped her delicate fingers. Soon she could feel a weight on her head and hear bells jingling with the slightest move of her head.<br><br>She felt her muscles regain some power and luster, but only enough for her to walk if she worked hard. At her captors invitation she made her way to the mirror and looked nervously at the joker figure she had become. A white hand made a way to her face as she tested to see if she was wearing make-up or if her skin had changed color. As she looked she was aware that Enzo would have a view of her now softened rear as the leather pressed her cheeks and made a small ridge over her crack. Even the bump of a small mole on her lower right cheek could be seen clearly. The latex was clinging to her body embarrassingly tight and the pinching of her waist that exaggerated her figure was painful. This was a new and powerful brand of torture she had never heard of.<br><br>She turned to face Enzo, a feeling of backward timidity showing in her posture and the way an arm barred her breasts and a hand blocked her crotch. Olivia was all to aware of just how tight the leather was, it hid almost nothing of her bodies shape. In fact, it was like having a second skin of a different color.<br><br>"I-I don't see the point in this..." Olivia simply said.<br><br>She was obviously shaken as her words were soft and trembling much as her body was. There was nothing more she could think to say as fear urged her to keep quiet as much as her duty. Despite his powers, he still had the same goal, information and possibly rape. Olivia was sure she was as good as dead after he got what he wanted. Hatred and distrust mixed with the fear in her eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 04:43:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100455.msg4527798#msg4527798">Quote from: Vergil1989 on 19-04-2011, 17:39:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Richard Xantelli - With Mindy and in a far better mood.</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mindy decided it would be wise to sit down next him. She could experiment with the feeling in her tail and move it around. It was so tiny, only a half foot length, but it felt so strange. Mindy actually liked the idea of having it since it was much more exotic than her piercings. The girls she knew back home would be envious. Even the leopard spots across her skin were cool in her opinion, it looked like a really expensive tattoo. Only the fur around her neck, though soft, she could have lived without. <br><br>"That was a total trip," Mindy said.<br><br>She listened, not fully comprehending much of what he said.<br><br>"Well, I was just kind of approached on the street and given the tickets for this cruise. It was a really nice vacation to. Then I arrived on the island and everything changed. After the first day they picked me up from my hotel room and drug me to thi......"<br><br>The doors burst open before Mindy could finish and Eris came through holding a weird potted plant that looked like a tree man being whipped. She was naked and her body was covered with congealing and melting semen that now smelt somewhat strong.<br><br>"Hey Richard, I heard you got a new slave! I just got one too but I think I broke him already. I might return him to a human form later but for now I'm tired of playing with him."<br><br>Eris put down the strange man-plant and looked at Mindy and bent her torso forward so she was face to face with the girl. Then she smiled sweetly and innocently. She took a finger against her slit and pressed it against Mindy's mouth, though Mindy kept her lips tightly shut and looked wide eyed in disbelief.<br><br>"Oh well, suit yourself," Eris said.<br><br>Eris licked her fingers clean and jumped into her half brother's lap. She had not hesitation of pressing her cum soaked body against him and had no shame about her appearance.<br><br>"Brother, I heard you were so manly it made me tingle in my naughty places!" she said, "Carry me! Give me a piggy back ride!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 05:07:17</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Xantelli - Trying not to gag on the smell.</strong><br><br>Nodding in understanding since it was a common story with the slaves of the Xantelli family, Richard was about to reply with a chuckle since it was strange to hear that someone actually ENJOYED what he had done to Mindy, before Eris barged in.&nbsp; The smell hit him first, and then having her in his lap almost made the young man lose his lunch.&nbsp; "Dude, Eris, you need a bath before I do anything like that.&nbsp; You're ruining my favorite leather jacket."&nbsp; He was half kidding as he shook his head at Mindy, smiling despite the fact that he did indeed feel a bit sick to his stomach with Eris pestering him for a piggy back ride.&nbsp; Sighing a bit, he did do a quick change that he hoped Eris wouldn't be mad about and made the cum disappear completely and gave her a fresh clean smell to her skin.&nbsp; Beyond that, he left her alone as he shrugged, helping her up on his back as he stood, pretending she weighed more than what she did as he acted as if she weighed a ton.&nbsp; "Dude Eris, lay off the cum cakes.&nbsp; You're getting fat."&nbsp; He teased, easily lifting her as he walked to the door, wondering if he was free to leave.&nbsp; "Mindy, come along if you would.&nbsp; Might as well introduce you to the rest of my crazy family."&nbsp; He was smiling as he said it, since despite their faults, he did love them, to a degree and some more than others.&nbsp; Maria he wasn't sure he would ever feel comfortable around though.&nbsp; "So Eris, why are you down here?&nbsp; You must have had a reason beside seeing your troublesome brother and all.&nbsp; And, dare I ask who that man was before you changed him into that thing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 23:04:06</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br><br>Enzo rose from his chair and walked toward his captive. He had no fear in him. This was not entirely due to her weakened body. For the first time he saw in her eyes and heard in her voice the fear that he had hoped to engender. It was good, but it was only a first step. There remained an entire palette of emotions to explore. Fear was the wedge that would open her armor.<br><br>The back of his hand caressed her impossibly white skin, not unaffectionately. She was still beautiful, even in her grotesquery of a costume. That too would need to be stripped from her before he could truly own her soul. <br><br>"The point, Agent 53? Nothing more or less than the truth. It's our currency here, we who deal in lies and fabrications. Possibly the only thing of value we have left. For example... You claim a singularity of purpose. You believe, perhaps, that the only thing you care about is your mission. Destroying me. And that you would happily sacrifice yourself to do so. I happen to believe that isn't true."<br><br>Taking a grasp on her shoulders he turned her to face the mirror, only an arm's length away. He stood behind her, his callous devilish face visible to her just above her left shoulder, his fingers still gripping her and forcing her attention forward. The lighting served to clearly illuminate her changed body, down to the last detail. <br><br>"Let us take your body, for example," he began. "I observed you closely in the woods. You used your body like a finely honed weapon. Years of physical training, I would imagine. Day in, day out. The finest martial instructors. A highly regulated diet, I would imagine. Countless sacrifices, yielding a female form as close to perfection as you could achieve. Am I correct? It would be unthinkable that after all of this you would not take a measure of pride in what you had achieved." As he spoke her form returned to the fighting trim that she had possessed when she came to the island. The second skin of her outfit revealed her perfect muscle tone. It would avail her nothing, though; from the neck down she was paralyzed.<br><br>Gently he brushed her long shining hair over her shoulder, sending it cascading down to veil her left breast. "But perhaps I am mistaken, and pride is of no consequence to you. Then it would not pain you to see that which you had worked so hard to achieve being taken away from you."<br><br>His eyes were cold. Under his gaze the Power began to work on her, transforming her again. The changes were subtle at first. A slight puffiness of the face. A few wrinkles. An uncomfortable pressure around her midsection. Then an acceleration of the effects. Her arms swelled, the Olympian muscles dissolving under rolls of fat. Her belly bulged, pressing painfully against the corset until it burst and fell to the floor under the pressure of a now large and still growing gut. Behind her, invisible to her view but still clearly felt, her ass grew to an ungainly and unattractive size. Her posture slumped under the effect of the new weight being borne by muscles that were not equal to the task. Only her breasts did not suffer the increase in size, though their subtle curves were now monstrously overshadowed by the body that they stood upon.<br><br>Not only her weight and tone were changed. Her skin became pockmarked and wrinkled, as if years of abuse and maltreatment had occurred in an instant. A spray of acne spread across her face, and down her neck. Her hair shortened and became frizzy and uneven, inexpertly styled to cover several small bald patches. Even her face suffered from abuse, the nose lengthening into a disturbing hooked shape, the perfect teeth tilting and pressing against each other until two crowded jagged yellow rows remained. The corner of one eye pulled down into an unattractive droop.<br><br>The previously comical yet still flattering outfit now only served to highlight her grotesque appearance. He pulled her arms to her side, so that nothing could be concealed. Another slight modification ensured that her eyes would not close, and that her vision could not be turned aside from the image of the spectacle she had become.<br><br>"Now, Agent 53," Enzo whispered in her ear. "Tell me that your mission is all that matters to you. Tell me that your allegiance to masters who sent you on this doomed errand is more important than anything else. Tell me this, so that I can release you. You will kill me and walk free from here, to spend your life like this, forever. My poor little clown."<br><br>He paused, letting the reality of her situation sink in, and then added almost as an afterthought. "Or, of course, you could have everything back and more. Everything you could possibly desire."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 03:00:07</strong>
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				<strong>Olivia Bernette - Agent 53 - The Grotesque Harlequin </strong><br><br>His hand was warm, but it sent a chill through her body. He seemed to be analyzing her, toying with her head and getting inside it. Normal torture would have been less effective, but the unexpected nature of what Enzo could do gave his words punch. His power had been demonstrated effectively, just not to the extremes he could take her.<br><br>She would kill him or die herself, it was her mission and her mission was her destiny. Only this mission had no time limit, now she knew why. If he believed she did not operate on a singularity of purpose, then that could only be to her benefit. Her body, now soft and frail, was far to weak to resist Enzo physically, she was like a doll he could manipulate by force. The power he returned her to gave her movement, but she was now a precious frail thing of poor physical ability. And in a few seconds, her muscles tensed and toned and she was back to what she was. Try as she may, she couldn't move, her synapses wouldn't fire against the temporary paralysis he could inflict. A contest of strength was meaningless against one who could manipulate the very structure and abilities of your body, Olivia knew this, only deception and a quick strick, possibly suicidal, would defeat an opponent like Enzo. For now, she regarded him no differently than as if she had been sent to strike down the evil one himself. But he had gotten in her head, she allowed herself a smirk of pride because she was beautiful and strong. It was something she had worked hard for and she was proud of it. This had been ingrained into her from the time she was little by all her instructors. There was a wrenching pain in her gut as he threatened to take it all away from her.<br><br>The thought almost made her lose a breath. He was a man wasn't he, that was his one weakness, he wouldn't simply take natural beauty and squander it. No, he must have simply meant her strength, she was certain he was referring only to her strength. Then she felt her face swelling, it was starting to look fatter. There was a wrenching in her gut as the corset felt tighter and the skin underneath the leather looked as if it was pushing out. She felt her arms get heavier as the paralysis gave way to fatty tissue that made her hands look stubbier than they should have been. The corset burst and her gut pressed out against the leather as folds of fat formed lines down her back and her butt rolled ever outwards, wide fat thighs and a wide fat ass pushed the leather. <br><br>She watched as wrinkles, pock marks, and discolorations spread like an infection across the surface of her skin. Her skin was flabby and uneven, like rolls of bubbly dough. Across her face the skin tightened as acne burst forth into into a collection of red lumps, drippy white heads, blackheads, and acne scars that made craters in her skin. Olivia could actually watch as her nose grew and hooked downwards, as her eye drooped, and as her once beautiful and long hair pulled into a short mangy comb over mess that looked like dried hay. Her stubby fingers clenched as she felt the pain of her teeth pulling together int jagged rows, the once healthy white enamel yellowing as if she had smoked and drank coffee for forty years without brushing.<br><br>Olivia was forced to look at the circus freak she had become. It was as if the fat lady at the circus was also the joker. She was a hideous harlequin. But she still had her inner beauty, that couldn't be taken from her... right. Was she fooling herself though, she killed without ever questioning why for masters she knew little about. That this hideous old hag she was might actually match who she really was more than the toned and athletic youth she had been minutes ago scared her more than anything, terrified her. To the point of laughter.<br><br>She still had a young voice, a resonating musical quality to her laughter that spoke of youth. Her laughter was explosive, her belly heaving and her imperfect teeth showing as her head went back a little bit. Olivia was in a fit of laughter, nervous and dreadful laughter as the tears ran down her face. Her legs shook, but she couldn't stop laughing. The beautiful timbre of her voice not at all matching the body it came from. Though she was now perfectly sure he could fix that and make her laugh coarse and grainy, her voice like that of a frog if he wanted to. She was glad her belly stretched over her sex, she didn't want to think of what that looked like now with leather pressed against it.<br><br>"I didn't know this kind of girl was your type?" Olivia said before bursting into a renewed fit of laughter.<br><br>Olivia wouldn't tell him what he asked but she wouldn't tell him the opposite. This was all so unhinged from her expectations she couldn't figure out how to cope. Fear, repulsion, amusement, horror, despair all seemed to meld into her fat acne pocked face as tears ran down her cheek. But she knew she didn't want to be like this, he was right, there was no way she could kill him unless she was completely sure of her ability to kill herself immediately afterwards. But was she was willing to die? Everything she thought she knew was so unclear to her now. So she simply continued laughing until she was sobbing. <br>&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Forbidden Power] - The Brothel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 05:35:28</strong>
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				<strong>Eris</strong><br><br>She would let him freshen the smell back to its minty beginnings, but Richard was out of luck concerning the mess she was in and that he would receive. She would hop off of him and stand to the front, hands on her hips.<br><br>"I have an idea, turn it into a pretty white dress for me, I was going to let Mama take care of it but you need the practice anyway, Dude."<br><br>She said dude a bit mockingly, then she looked at Mindy and giggled. It hadn't looked like Richard had marked her yet. It was very tempting to turn her tongue into a big hard cock and make her half brother beg her to let it be normal, but she held off on tormenting. But if Eris didn't like the dress Mindy would have a big hard cock growing outwards from her mouth.<br><br>Mindy, unaware of her situation, left Richard help her up. She wasn't about to say anything to these crazy people that might risk offending them.<br><br>"I just came down to visit my wonderful little brother," Eris smiled, though it was a creepy smile, she thrust herself into Richard again and squirmed against him, sobbing in a way that was obviously fake, "That evil man ripped off my clothes and viciously raped me, I had to turn him into a plant, I had to, it was the only way to protect myself from the mean evil soldier! It was horrible!" <br><br>Then she looked up into Richard's eyes and a creepy smile crossed her face.<br><br>"Actually, he was pretty good. I might let him do it again if he ever wakes up."<br><br>Mindy simply remained still, perfectly still and perfectly silent.
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