Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Private Sessions
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				Title: <strong>Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Private Sessions</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 03:25:45</strong>
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				Whether or not it is up tonight or not, within the very near future a new thread will be opening up.&nbsp; It is a thread that is independent and can be used in any phase.<br><br>To put it bluntly, it's going to be our smut thread.<br><br>There are a few obvious rules within the thread.&nbsp; First and foremost, we will never tell someone that they are not allowed to write a naughty scene.&nbsp; The only time it will become a problem is if a typist or a character ends up living in the thread and forgets to write actual story based post.&nbsp; With our current group, I do not see that as being a problem.<br><br>As far as content goes, the games in extreme.&nbsp; We put it there for the simple sake that myself and Flower hate to be limited, so you're more then welcomed to go as far as you would like.<br><br>We would like the vast majority of sex scenes to remain within the thread.&nbsp; However, there can be exceptions.&nbsp; If the sex is somehow important to the overall story, then shoot myself and Flower a PM and we can decide if it'll be allowed in the main threads.&nbsp; This would include things like...Say, a rape in one of the compartments that the typist wanted to have broken up.&nbsp; Or just two people getting frisky in the showers, planning OOC to get caught.&nbsp; But the outright smut should stick to the thread :).<br><br>Enjoy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Private Sessions</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 03:54:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storage Cart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana.<br><br>Punishment.<br><br>There were a great deal of ways to punish a person.&nbsp; There were the ways that you chastised a child, doing nothing more than telling them you’re disappointed in them and knowing that’d be more powerful then yelling.&nbsp; There were the violent approaches, but most of the time they didn’t actually teach anyone a lesson.&nbsp; Then there were the creative ways.&nbsp; Most people forgot to realize that it was in fact the creative methods of punishment that had the most effect.&nbsp; Sometimes the words of a verbal punishment, and sometimes the violence wasn’t enough.&nbsp; Sometimes you simply had to come up with the proper mixture of both in order to prove a point.<br><br>And sometime the punishment was enjoyed by both.<br><br>Lawrence had already spoken with Elizabeth about the events that occurred in the dining car.&nbsp; Whether or not he could stand Elizabeth was irrelevant to the fact that the two could always come together on one very simple point.&nbsp; The family had to survive, and no feud between them would ever change that.&nbsp; It was the one and only time that the two would always be at peace, and that was only thanks to the spirit.&nbsp; When they finally sat down to talk, the conversation was short and to the point.<br><br>“I’m guessing that you heard what happened this morning?” Lawrence asked. “Of course I did.&nbsp; I will deal with Erin.&nbsp; You will never tou” Lawrence cut her off “Her or any other female, beyond Olaana” Words that would have left Elizabeth enraged were accepted because the spirit made it so. “Correct.&nbsp; I will deal with Erin, you deal with Olaana.&nbsp; And you also must apologize to Stan.&nbsp; You had absolutely no right to embarrass him like that.”<br><br>Despite his apprehension, Lawrence knew that she was right.&nbsp; He’d known he would need to apologize the moment that he had done it, yet he was stupid enough to do it anyways. “I’ll handle matters on my end.&nbsp; But be sure to be careful with Erin.&nbsp; I have a feeling that her behavior may have more to do with her mind state then her actually being a bitch.&nbsp; I know that myself of all people really has no right to ask someone to be gentle…But try it.&nbsp; She does it again, cut her up, and take her blades.” At that Elizabeth drew a wicked smile.&nbsp; It reminded Elizabeth of old times. “I’ll take it easy on her.&nbsp; And you’d better be right, or I swear to god I’m hitting you in the face with one of my poi balls next show.&nbsp; What’re you going to do about Olaana?” <br><br>Lawrence leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “She grew up in the wild.&nbsp; She cannot just be told what to do or given pain to teach her a lesson.&nbsp; I’m going to remind her of the order of things, and hope she learns a lesson.&nbsp; She is no different than you and I.&nbsp; If she isn’t capable of following the code of the family, then she is as susceptible to death as any of us.” Lawrence didn’t wait to see Elizabeths response.&nbsp; He wasn’t even sure if the spirit could stop Elizabeth from jealousy.<br><br><br>The night had grown old.&nbsp; And Olaana had resorted to old habits in order to calm herself down.&nbsp; He’d managed to search every compartment of the train other than the last.&nbsp; The last was her haven.&nbsp; It was where the big game was…Where she could play with the mixture of god given talent and the power of the spirit.&nbsp; She had spent her day with the Big Cats, and it didn’t take much to figure out exactly why she’d chosen them.&nbsp; He was however surprised by how long she stayed.&nbsp; He had shown up just before sunset, and by his estimations he had remained standing in the cargo car for a good two hours.&nbsp; The sun had dropped, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that any activity within the family would remain in the living quarters.&nbsp; It was dangerous to enter an Animal car at night, not to mention it made it clear you didn’t have the purest of intentions.<br><br>Yet despite the time, Lawrence remained nearly inhumanly calm.&nbsp; He had always had incredible patience, but this…This was a different story all together.&nbsp; He knew that he had to keep his mind at peace.&nbsp; He knew that if he grew irritated or in the least bit angry, then he would fail to prove his point.&nbsp; Anger had a nasty way of skewing a situation, and making something that was meant for good end up bad.&nbsp; Had he grown angry…Well he wasn’t sure that he would be able to look Olaana in the eye after.&nbsp; He had to remain calm, because this had to be done tonight or Elizabeth would take it into her own hands.<br><br>He absolutely could not have that.<br><br>He spent his time replaying the scene that had occurred this morning in his head a thousand times over.&nbsp; But it wasn’t the actions themselves that he focused on, it was the memory of how they made him feel.&nbsp; They all forgot to realize who he was.&nbsp; Tomorrow he would realize that Erin and Kepler simply didn’t realize his position, but Olaana did.&nbsp; Not only did she realize his position in the circus(Better than even Elizabeth did), but she knew his position in her life.<br><br>And she more or less spat in his face.<br><br>Finally he heard the door to the Animal car open and close.&nbsp; It was only a few seconds later that the door to the cart he was in opened, and Olaana stepped in.&nbsp; The Animal cart was lit by electric lighting when someone was in it, while this one merely had the dim moonlight.&nbsp; His night vision had grown keen in those two hours, and he saw everything.&nbsp; She only saw what the high windows offered, a path to the next door.&nbsp; She would never see Lawrence.&nbsp; But he saw her every detail.<br><br>But she would hear something.&nbsp; She would hear rushed footsteps, but she would never have been able to react in time.&nbsp; His hand found her throat, and he turned her body with a choke.&nbsp; He forced her to walk backwards, until she was pinned against the wall he’d been staring at for hours.&nbsp; Any blows she placed were ignored, even if he’d feel them in the morning.&nbsp; His hand left her throat, and he quickly found her arms.&nbsp; There were very few women on this train, if any, that could out power Olaana.&nbsp; And a lot of the men would find themselves struggling.&nbsp; He was able to pin her arms above her head with quite a bit of ease.&nbsp; He brought them together directly above her head, and used on hand to hold them in place.<br><br>“I’m beginning to wonder if the spirit had driven you into insanity, Olaana.&nbsp; You should know your place, and you should know where I am above you.” As he spoke to her, he was looking down to her.&nbsp; As her eyes adjusted, she’d realize that his face was only an inch from hers.&nbsp; His body was pressed against her, his legs parting hers.&nbsp; “But as you seem to be forgetful, allow me to remind you.” His free hand now lowered.&nbsp; He unbuttoned her pants, and lowered the zipper before he forced them down her legs.&nbsp; They fell against her feet, and he took a step back.&nbsp; He let go of her hands above her head, but as he did the hand that had been upon her pants lifted to her panties.&nbsp; With one massive pull, he ripped her panties off of her body.&nbsp; It’d likely leave a burn, he didn’t care.<br><br>“You are mine.&nbsp; You will always be mine.&nbsp; The next time you question that you will not be punished.&nbsp; You will be dealt with.” Lawrence collapsed upon her the moment that he finished his words.&nbsp; His hand pushed between her thighs and his fingers pushed into the dry folds of her pussy.&nbsp; He hoped that it’d hurt.&nbsp; His fingers began a slow and painful grind inside of her, but at the same time his other hand found her mouth and pushed inside.&nbsp; Those fingers found her throat, and slid out with more than enough fluid.<br><br>Then the fingers switched.&nbsp; The ones between her thighs left, and the ones that had been in her mouth lowered on her pussy.&nbsp; He didn’t intend upon pleasing her, as he simply shoved his fingers in and out of her.&nbsp; Every thrust was left with an impact as he wrapped his other hand around her throat, and began to choke her.&nbsp; He smiled to her and gave her one final warning. “If you mark me, I will mark you the same way.&nbsp; So be carefully with how you fight back.&nbsp; You’re not supposed to like this.&nbsp; I will.” His fingers inside of her curled, and as they slid out he left his fingernails dragging against her insides.<br><br>This was now a game that was in her hands.&nbsp; If she forced it…She would end up food for the cats.&nbsp; If she realized she was paying for her sins, than she would be nothing more than food for Lawrences aggression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Private Sessions</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 01:16:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Storage cart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence<br><hr><br>When she departed from the dining cart earlier, Olaana retreated to the sanctuary that only her animals could provide. It was easy to maintain an expressionless face in front of the others, but now alone, the façade was cracking under the heavy weight of her emotions. She was as wounded, shattered, and completely broken. The emotional upheaval was not lost to the animals around her as she went through her tasks. Even though they were wild, their connection with their beast master made the connection strong between them. <br><br>It seemed as if they all knew she mourned a great loss. A loss that was never hers to begin with. After feeding and tending to the elephants and horses, she retreated to the holding area of the great cats. It was here she remained with the lions. The risk of being there in such a situation was a huge risk and gamble. The scent of tears still on her ace could indicate weakness. The knowledge was not lost on her, but she had no one else on the train to turn to for some small measure of comfort. Erin was likely in the same state as her after things went dreadfully wrong this morning. Kep and Chloe likely hated her guts. She would never cry in front of Elizabeth since the woman would likely take pleasure in each salty tear. The twins were entirely too wrapped up in themselves for Olaana’s tastes. Then there was Lawrence. She wanted to go to him, but fierce pride dictated otherwise. No, he was back where he belonged in the circus. Soon enough, he would ascend the ranks from mere act to partner of Elizabeth and ringmaster. <br><br>A soft whimper escaped her lips as she gave way to sobs that wracked her form. Her eyes closed as she curled up in a fetal ball. Here in the midst of danger the lions provided, she was safe. She was not sure how much time passed as he cried on and off throughout the day until her eyes were puffy and nose dripped snot. It was only due to the growing activity of felines around her did she realize that the day had passed and transformed into night. The boundaries were clear with her animals as the lions became restless. It was time for her to leave. <br><br>With a quiet sigh, she rubbed heads with those lions willing to do the parting gesture with her before stepping out of their territory. There was no doubt on her mind that a shower was needed since her skin smelled heavily of feline, sweat, and hard work. The train rocked gently with the likeness of a mother’s arms with a baby. Still, her hands reached to the walls to steady herself. It did not take long for her to reach the next cart as a tired yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes blinked as she still then tried to see in the dim light. “Cheap bastards,” she whispered calmly due to the lack of light. Olaana took another step into the room with intents to cross but the sound of something caused her to turn sharply to the left. <br><br>Her insides chilled as she thought it was some henchman hired by Elizabeth to eliminate an unnecessary distraction. She lifted her arms to cover her face instinctively, but it did not help. A gasp could be heard in the silence of the cart as a hand closed around her throat. Of course, she fought back after getting over the initial surprise of the attack. Another gasp escaped her lips as she twisted and tried to breathe, completely unaware of who assaulted her in the darkness. Then a smell drifted under her nose as she paused in the struggles for a brief second. Lawrence. Her dark brown eye squinted with loathing and betrayal as her efforts to be released revived themselves. Blood was drawn under her nails as he tried to wrap her hands around his neck to steal the life from him. A frustrated scream echoed as he pinned up her arms. With those out of commission, Olaana tried to knee him in the balls. <br><br>His words caressed over her ears as she stared daggers up at him. Now what? Her eyebrows furrowed together in complete confusion at his words. He was speaking pure nonsense. She turned her face away from his to prevent herself from doing something a ridiculous as crying in front of him. It was obvious he was here as a man and not a lover. Still, she was not sure what to expect from him. Until, he moved. “No, Lawrence,” she rasped quietly while attempting to close her legs to him. Fear tainted her tone as she tried to wriggle away from him. The last thing she wanted was sex. He did not seem to hear her or merely chose to ignore it. “Stop,” she pleaded to him but it was not in the mood to listen. Olaana pressed her legs together tightly to try and stop him until her hands were freed. Instantly, she whipped one to slap him across the face then tried to push him off her. “Fuck you,” she hissed venomously as her hands beat at his chest. She yelped in pain as the panties were tore away. Dear god, he’s really going to do this. Fear assailed her as she blinked back tears. <br><br><em>You are mine.</em> “No, I’m not,” she protested as a flash of hurt shone in her brown eyes. Disgust mixed with love as he forced himself on her body. A whimper full of pain preluded tears as they ran down her face when his hand rammed painfully inside of her. Her distress grew with each second as she groaned at his touch but not with pleasure. “Stop,” she repeated the useless word. Instead of helping, it allowed Lawrence to force his fingers into her mouth. She gagged as her eyes widened before a coughing fit started afterwards. <br><br>Then the fingers switched.&nbsp; The ones between her thighs left, and the ones that had been in her mouth lowered on her pussy.&nbsp; He didn’t intend upon pleasing her, as he simply shoved his fingers in and out of her.&nbsp; Every thrust was left with an impact as he wrapped his other hand around her throat, and began to choke her.&nbsp; He smiled to her and gave her one final warning. “If you mark me, I will mark you the same way.&nbsp; So be carefully with how you fight back.&nbsp; You’re not supposed to like this.&nbsp; I will.” His fingers inside of her curled, and as they slid out he left his fingernails dragging against her insides.<br><br>She loved a monster.<br><br>It was then she realized that he was raping her because of what happened this morning. Pure displeasure caused her to look away from him. The sight of Lawrence right now repulsed her. She would rather have such a memory with a stranger. Anyone but him. It did nothing but solidify her thoughts of him. What did he expect her to do? Just sit there and let him do it. There did not appear to be much choice in the matter. No matter how hard she struggled, his grip remained true. Suddenly, she became completely still under him with only the sound of her attempting to breath. It was clear that she would let him do what he wanted. 
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