The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]
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				Title: <strong>The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 13:26:13</strong>
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				He had been said to have been tied to a conspiracy involving a murderous cult, driven to kidnapping and 'sacrificing' innocent victims left and right. That left behind an obvious trail, leaving authorities to soon enough apprehend the ringleader.<br><br>Still that left only a few questions, and the ringleader himself seemed to just dodge them with ease. Even in prison, his interrogators would eventually call it quits and leave it to the next person to give it a try. And the next person. And after a while it got around to being Leann Mitsuba's turn. She wasn't very thrilled, but someone had to take a turn at squeezing him in the hopes he'd crack.<br><br>She entered the interrogation room, and took her seat across from the subject. "Alright then," she said, glaring at him with grey-brown eyes. "I will simply cut to the chase. I want names and reasons, not make-believe. Are we clear on this?" After a pause, she swept some of her upper back-length hair over her shoulder. "Now then. Let's start from the top. What got you to get the idea of creating your group to begin with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 14:09:04</strong>
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				Atticus Arrington, thirty two years old, standing at 6"2', now turned to face his interrogator. The man was tired, but the fatigue never showed on his face. Instead, it seemed that he enjoyed watching people enter, speak, wait, and leave. Atticus wasn't the type to stay silent, choosing to interact with his captors, choosing not to waste the precious time he has with them in the cell.<br><br>First there was a buff black male, intimidating in hopes of crushing his will, by coming in close and sneering in his face behind the little slot which linked the enclosed cell to the halls of prison. Atticus simply answered in ways which has no head nor tail, the man finally leaving after a week. The prisoner knew that he would be here for a long, long time. There was no one else to pay bail for him, since the sacrificial altar already took care of that.<br><br><em>Should have left a rich uncle alive.</em><br><br>Subsequent ones were as successful as the first. Probably asking Yes-No questions wasn't the way to get Atticus to speak, and the man loved his stories.<br><br>Till one day, a new interrogator came in. This one caught Atticus' attention, and not only <em>his</em> attention. A deep stirring inside him, beyond primal, was awakened. A close observation revealed a lady, a good height for an Asian build, and a pretty face to boot. Asian features all, probably from Japan or Korea, one of these places. Americanized, or born from a family of immigrants? No matter, Atticus would hear her speak as he took in the shape of her butt and the respectable curve of her chest before she sat down.<br><br><strong><em>"I will simply cut to the chase. I want names and reasons, not make-believe. Are we clear on this? Now then. Let's start from the top. What got you to get the idea of creating your group to begin with?"</em></strong><br><br>Atticus considered her tone, her eyes, and her posture. Throughout the days, he has always leaned back on the chair, eyes staring lazily at the ceiling, wondering if there would be someone who could actually excite him. This woman, it would be worth a try.<br><br><strong>"Ma'am, it's Halloween."</strong> Atticus said in a lazy tone. <strong>"When I read the newspapers, it's all about treat or trick, all about clowns and boos around the neighbourhood."</strong><br><br><em>It's trick or treat you idiot.</em><br><br><strong>"I mean, slow... slow news day. And instead of having the news report of cop shootings, I do the killing, and you catch me. You cops-"</strong> His hands raised as if to carry the name on an imaginary pedestal. <strong>"-Heroes!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 14:22:52</strong>
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				Leann leaned into her hands on her elbows, already taking on a weary look as she listened to the man talk. Already she could smell a manner of bullshit coming from him. She then sat upright and crossed her arms as she spoke up.<br><br>"That's all? Wanting excitement at the expense of others?" She let out a haggard breath as she pinched her nosebridge, her mind racking for something to say next. "I am sure that it would take more than spontaneous boredom to put together a small group, yank innocents out of their homes and then put them through prolonged torture before finally killing them. I have heard stories similar to this before. They're projects that last months going into years." She then rested her arms on the table as she leaned in. "So in short, nice try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 15:10:11</strong>
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				Atticus simply smiled, his inner demon taking in the despair from the warden as he saw her lean forward.<br><br><em>Yes. Come closer. For every person who I come into contact with, can hardly understand the feeling of sympathy they have for me. <br><br>Oh poor poor Atticus, chained to a chair,<br>What would momma say,<br>Should she see Belura'acher?<br><br>...<br><br>Not yet.</em><br><br>As the warden leaned forward, so did Atticus as he tilted his head to the side, observing the officer. A tongue slid across his lips, moistening them as he stared right into her eyes. What the officer would feel could not be explained, for it was more than the gaze of Atticus Arrington which met her, but a stronger power behind him which took interest in this petite lady.<br><br><strong>"Say ma'am. Humor me a little."</strong> Atticus said, looking at his fingers and scraping some dirt off the underside of his thumbnail. <strong>"You come from somewhere... not in the States do you? Helps to talk a little other than the boring stuff. Didn't they teach you in communications? Having a happy man loosens his tongue easier than having him tighter than a-"</strong> Atticus cut his words there, simply keeping his gaze at the warden, his right eye slowly shutting in a wink, awaiting her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 20:21:34</strong>
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				"I am, my father came from Japan," Leann began. "What about you though? I'm sure you have had a less interesting life up until the incident started. We should start from your childhood."<br><br>She could only feel a chill run down her spine as she watched the man look back at her. If she believed in the more crazy things said about the cult with demonic powers being involved, she would have thought that some sort of presence was there. But really she thought of it as feeling a bit weighed down already having to deal with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 02:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>"Japan hmm? I know plenty of your countrymen... or women, actually."</strong> Atticus leered, leaning back as his gaze openly drifted down to the warden's chest once more, the man not hiding his actions. Of course he'd want her to feel as uncomfortable as possible, and Atticus could enjoy in his imagination, slowly stripping the girl down...<br><br><em>And grabbing her from behind, multiple slimy-<br><br>Stop.Too soon.</em><br><br><strong>"My childhood?"</strong> Atticus enquired. <strong>"My childhood... Of course, begin where it all started, bring back all the nostalgia..."</strong> Childhood memories never were a good thing to recall for Atticus, <br><br>His eyes drifted upwards, before snapping back to the officer.<br><br><strong>"Sorry to kill the mood, but I'd like a fresh glass of water before I begin."</strong> He said, wanting to get more than a simple glass of water... anything... anything to make this officer show him her figure once more...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 04:39:53</strong>
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				Leann just glared back at him. The warden just sighed. There was a glass pitcher on a stand next to the table. She stood up and went there to pour him a glass, but kept an eye on him all the while.<br><br>Her clothing, a set of a light grey button shirt with matching jeans, was a bit of a loose fit on her. She didn't want her figure to show; it was more of wanting to look professional rather than avoiding perverted glances. Still, the latter was also something she never wanted to have to think about.<br><br>"Alright, here," she said as she pushed the glass to him. She then returned to her seat. "That will be enough stalling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 05:13:37</strong>
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				Atticus looked at the glass, nodding as he took a sip. His eyes followed the warden as she moved, eyeing the buttons on the shirt, and the jeans which looked a little loose. His lips curled at the side in a stifled smile, Atticus nodding to himself. This lady would be a good subject indeed.<br><br><strong>"Childhood, childhood, childhood... I was never a good boy you see? Not that I stole or anything, but people kept beating me. Didn't bad people get beaten all the time? Good things happened to good people, bad things happened to bad people, is that right?"</strong><br><br>The smooth drawl continued, Atticus tapping on the table as he recounted his past. He would indulge this woman, tell her what she wants to know. Perhaps, she might even be able to write a book about these encounters with him, should she last long enough.<br><br><strong>"Everyday, little Atticus is beaten. But of course, there are a few... good spirits... there. Atticus likes to talk to them. They talk back too, they communicate. And of course, there was this girl..."</strong><br><br>Looking at the warden, the prisoner paused, a finger raised as if to signal a wait.<br><br><strong>"Tell me warden, have you ever been in love?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 05:38:57</strong>
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				She leaned back in her seat as she listened to him ramble, arms crossed. Leann kept her stern gaze on him as well. She was skeptical the whole time, her mind trying to sift through his words.<br><br>So far, he didn't really elaborate too much on the childhood beatings; she would have to get someone to look into his past to provide a contrast. And she certainly didn't believe that there'd be spirits. Perhaps there was someone who could look into him mentally.<br><br>"Only twice," she said once he asked her. "But carry on." She wanted to make absolute certain he didn't stray from what she wanted him to tell her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 07:56:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Twice?"</strong> Atticus said with a chuckle. <strong>"Is the first one not... performing well enough? Perhaps you need some real men in your life, officer"</strong><br><br><strong>"Yea, there was this girl. When I was fourteen, that is. A lovely lass, dark brown hair and almond eyes... she showed me good in people, you know? People who didn't just beat me up, who gave me strength, a chance to live again."</strong><br><br>Atticus sighed, planting his forehead on the table for a moment, before looking up at the officer, his head hardly leaving the table.<br><br><strong>"And one day, people had to beat her up. Scold her for... being with a tramp, a weakling. Really? Really?"</strong> His fingers began tapping once again. <strong>"But then, she always smiled. Never shed a tear in front of me. She said that all her pain always went to somewhere far away, to be taken by someone greater. I mean, you should know right, ma'am? Have you heard of such things?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 08:03:41</strong>
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				She glared at him. "I am doing well enough personally. We're talking about you right now."<br><br>She continued to listen to him for a while. Finally her stare softened, though just a little. She had heard of this part many times, finding someone you could trust even though something bad would happen to them.<br><br>"That is called religion," Leann answered. "Finding a god or other deity-like being to believe in. But I think you believed in something else. Those spirits you were talking about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 09:07:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Religion? Spirits? We will get to that later, ma'am."</strong> Atticus continued, his finger seemingly tracing the surface of the table. The man's eyes continued to stare into the officer's lustrous orbs, an inner fire within him igniting as he felt a stir, a presence filling the room as Atticus continued with his story.<br><br><strong>"She was told never to see me again, but since we continued to meet in secret, she... I... we were like, yes, yes. Still fourteen there... she brought me to a cellar, and there's a drawing on the wall. I... I cannot remember, but she prayed to it, before she took off her clothes for me."</strong><br><br>A smile grew on Atticus' face, as the temperature of the room seemed to drop like a stone. Dark mists flowed from the floor, filling the room and the slot of the metal door which provided the only source of external light in the room. At first, it was light, hardly comprehensible, but as the warden breathed, the mist intruded her mind, the vaporous aphrodisiac beginning its subtle manipulations, triggering a sense of heat within her.<br><br><strong>"There was an altar, just like this table."</strong> Atticus tapped on the table, the sound seemingly muffled by the increased density of the air. The warden would not know, but this room, this cell...<br><br>It was no longer on Earth.<br><br>Atticus stood, and a couple of shakes has the handcuffs on his wrists falling onto the table. Walking towards the warden, the man turned to face her, only for the woman to see his eyes turn fully black, with a tinge of red in the middle where his irises were. <em>The woman should be in heat.</em> Atticus nodded before leaning down to look at the warden eye to eye, mere inches separating them.<br><br><strong>"Shall I show you what I did?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 09:13:37</strong>
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				"Wha..." Leann was off-guard as he stood up, and seemed to just remove the handcuff. She shifted in her seat, but then she just sat there, staring him back in the eyes for some bizarre reason. Her breathing started to become heavier as he closed in.<br><br>"...Show me..." The words seemed to just come out of her mouth. She was no longer in her right mind, just now going off of instinct. It felt like she was entering into some strange, lucid but frightening hallucination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 09:32:36</strong>
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				Atticus smiled, his own body beginning its transformation as strong bulging muscles tore the tunic he was wearing, the garment falling onto the floor as his arms swelled. Formerly thin arms now filled with muscle and bulging veins, his face retained its shape as the limit of demonic influence in him prevented a full manifestation. However, four tentacles, each about an inch thick, emerged from his back as they seized the warden, a tentacle wrapping themselves around a limb each, pulling her from the chair and raising her above the demonic avatar.<br><br><strong>"I will do more, then show you..."</strong> Atticus whispered, his tongue flickering, a long organ which seemed as long as his tentacles sliding along the woman's jeans, before slipping underneath her shirt as it slid between her bra. The slimy organ paused at the base of her neck as the avatar reached out for the warden's belt, slowly undoing it before working on the button holding her jeans, allowing it to slide as he pulled the zip down, revealing her panties as the pants halted at where the tentacles held her legs.<br><br>The hands now gripped the warden's hips, pulling her close to his face as he planted his nose on her navel, breathing in and taking the scent of the warden whose mind was being influenced by the mist. His tongue flicked downwards, releasing a button before it was withdrawn all the way back to Atticus' face, the avatar now kissing the warden on her stomach, pressing in hard with every smooch, before moving upwards, his powerful hands lowering her body as he pushed her shirt upwards, bunching it up on her chest as his kisses proceeded upwards.<br><br><strong>"I'll make sure you enjoy this."</strong> The avatar growled as he reached the officer's cleavage, before pushing her bra upwards and proceeding to kiss one of her soft mounds, his tongue extending out to give a nipple a flick. <strong>"But if you want more, you will have to beg..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 09:53:21</strong>
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				"Aah... Aah..." She squirmed as the tentacles grabbed onto her arms and legs, lifting her up. She was uncertain just what was happening to him, and why he was changing into... that. But once she felt the warm and slick tongue start to slide up against her skin, she gave a heavy, shaky breath, and then started to go limp. Her face turned red. Just about every little thing the creature was doing, undoing her clothing, kissing and licking her skin... they caused her to let out shaky breaths.<br><br>"Do it... co... continue..." she groaned. She didn't want him to stop. She wouldn't even think to have him stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 10:09:30</strong>
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				Atticus smiled, and with a touch on her jeans, the garment disappeared into thin air. Without that restriction, the avatar gently kissed the hardened nipple of the warden's left breast, before moving over to shower the other with tender kisses. Her boob was covered with gentle kisses, Atticus savoring every moment as he nudged his nose against the her generous mound, before pulling away, allowing his tentacles to position the warden on the table, his hands making her sit before him. <br><br>His form grew slightly bigger, just enough so he was looking down at her with his lustful eyes. With a determined move, Atticus placed a hand on the back of the warden's head, gently pulling it backwith his strong hand as he engulfed the warden's mouth with a kiss. His other hand slithered down her navel, reaching the treasured spot of every woman as the fingers slid along the length of her clit. Atticus began a pattern, slowly pushing the warden down onto the cold metal table while his hand worked teasingly, a finger pushing into her moist lips while the others continued to slide along her smooth skin. The thumb and forefinger teased around the button of her clit, before the avatar gently squeezed onto it, his mouth preventing a cry as he kept the woman down on the table, the tentacles now pulling her arms and legs wide.<br><br><strong>"I did not know that you were such a slut."</strong> Atticus whispered as he broke the kiss, before moving his mouth to the warden's neck, giving it a kiss, sliding his tongue to the side between the neck and her shoulder. A small bite, the hand on her head now reaching downwards for her butt, grabbing one of her cheeks and lifting it so the other could work better, Atticus now sliding two fingers into her, gently pulling them out before pushing in a rhythmic motion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 10:31:38</strong>
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				She gasped, and continued to shudder, and then moan, closing her eyes as she felt him kiss at her breasts. "Ah..." Her chest was heaving as he continued his attentions, before she was put down on the table.<br><br>"Mmnph..." Leann groaned into the kiss, and her body would tremble as his hand got closer and closer to her slit. Once he started to rub against her clit and push a finger into her, though, she felt a surge of energy as her body shook. "Mmmmnpph! Mmn... Aaaaaah....!" Once he released the kiss, she started to moan loudly, her fingers trying to grip at the table.<br><br>"Wha... what are you... d-... doing!?" she tried to ask. But fighting it off long enough to speak would only make the sensation of his fingers and his tongue overwhelm her. She let out another strong moan, her eyes closing shut. "Ooooh...!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 10:45:56</strong>
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				Atticus did not immediately answer, allowing he warden to breathe heavily as he continued to slide his digits into her wet opening. Not too deep, Atticus did not wish to loosen her too much so soon.<br><br><strong>"You take good care of your skin."</strong> Atticus whispered into her left ear, before he shifted himself down to her heaving breast, cupping it in his mouth and giving it a deep suck as he rested his warm tongue on her nipple, gently flicking it every time he did a sucking motion. Atticus pushed the warden higher onto the table, resting her crotch on it as his hand continued play with her soaking snatch, occasionally twirling a finger inside as he sought to make her cum at least once.<br><br><strong>"Moan louder."</strong> Atticus said as he slid his free hand up her waist, giving her gentle squeezes before pulling his head down to her crotch, his tongue sliding along and leaving a cool trail on her warm body. He reached the band of her panties, and with a single tug, sent to falling onto the ground, the piece of garment quickly engulfed by the mist.<br><br><strong>"I'm going to make you cum, cum harder than these pathetic humans could ever do in your life."</strong> Atticus snarled, his hand on her crotch working harder, a third finger joining in the motion as the sound of their contact began to grow. His other hand now rest on the warden's left breast, holding her down with his thumb and finger rubbing a nipple. He kept a mind on her heart rate, and just as he sensed that the warden was about to cum, Atticus pulled out and away, the tentacles holding her arms also releasing the warden, denying her climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 10:55:01</strong>
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				"Aaaaaahhhn....!" Her body writhed under him as she continued to feel everything he was doing to her. She did cry out louder as she felt his tongue slide against her nethers, causing her to squirm.<br><br>Once he started to finger her harder, she tried to move onto her side though she was really trying to twist her upper body. Her legs tried to spread apart further. "Aaaugh... Aaaaahhh....!"<br><br>Just as she was nearing her peak, she felt everything let go of her. She managed to turn onto her side, though her legs remained spread apart. Her body was trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:08:45</strong>
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				Atticus simply smiled, before nodding. The woman was indeed easy to please. Not that others would have stood against the demon in him, the aphrodisiac was something no human could yet counter. It was time to free the woman from her bonds, for the power in Atticus was running out soon. However, he has one more act to commit, to thank the warden for the fun he had.<br><br>Kneeling on the ground, the two free tentacles approached the warden as their tips expanded into a dozen slithering tendrils. Fleshy little trails streaked towards the warden as they began to lick and tickle her sides, before proceeding to her chest. Each tentacle claimed a breast for themselves as the dozen tendrils began to brush against her sensitive tips, but it was the prelude for Atticus' meal.<br><br>Head between her spread legs, the avatar struck his lips out as he kissed the soaking sex of the warden, kissing along her moist petals as he felt her spasms with each contact. Before long, his tongue emerged, the thick warm organ sliding along the warden's prepared clit, before making its way into her loosened canal. Atticus allowed five inches of length to enter the warden, as his tongue began to seek and attack her g-spot, the avatar taking a moment to taste her juices before cupping her pussy with his mouth. Powerful sucks could be felt, as he tongued the warden with renewed gusto. The warden was a ripe female, but Atticus treated this session as a test. His powers were reaching its limit, but there was still enough time to give this warden the time of her life.<br><br>A suck, done together as his tongue shot inwards, brushing fully against the warden's canal. Another, as the tongue began to rotate inhumanly, spinning and stimulating the warden fully as he prepared for a shower of a mortal woman's juices.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:16:30</strong>
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				"Uh... Aah..." She started to pant heavily, and then moan as she felt several snake-like tendrils brush against her skin and wrap around her breasts, causing her to moan. But then she felt something on her loins. She gasped, feeling his mouth start to kiss it, before she felt something like a tongue start to rub into her clit... and then slide into her, rubbing around inside of it.<br><br>Feeling absolutely nothing like that before, it caused Leann to moan loudly, her upper leg lifting up. Her body tensed up as she felt the slick tendril inside of her continue to thrash about, causing her to moan loudly, going on into squeals. Sweat was forming on her body as it went on.<br><br>Finally her body could take no more. Letting out a loud and intense moan, her body trembled as she finally reached her orgasm. She would remain groaning so long as the tongue remained lashing inside of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:24:34</strong>
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				Atticus kept his mouth latched to the warden's pussy, taking in the flow of her juices as his tongue withdrew itself slowly, tasting the lovely fluids which the demon craved. He would drink every bit, allowing the warden rest as he withdrew his tentacles. With a final slurp, the avatar smiled as he felt his power grow, before stepping backwards and looking at the ravished female. A snap of his fingers, and the cell began to change. The warden would feel fuzzy headed, as if she was spacing out, until she found herself panting and groaning in a lit cell, the prisoner sitting across the table staring at her.<br><br><strong>"Erm, Ma'am?"</strong> Atticus inquired. <strong>"I...I'm done with my s-story... are... are you alright?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah... I--!" She snapped out of it. Her mind was in a haze somehow, her face red. Pretty much the only sign that <em>something</em> must have happened. Something... But other than that she was clothed, not sweating at all... but...<br><br>"Augh...!" She rubbed her face. "Okay, we're ending this today. But I will be coming back tomorrow to ask more questions, same time." She then stood up. "Hopefully you can tell me about something more substantial."<br><br>Standing up, she then left the room, not even bothering to look back at Atticus. She gave the guards the okay to bring him back to his cell, and she'd then go with her plan to perform a thorough background check on him.<br><br>Still, something nagged at her mind... was she hallucinating back there?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The second time he was called in, Atticus was ready and smiling. He remembered her face of pleasure, that crazed expression of feeling the climax of sex blowing up in her mind.<br><br>The warden was waiting there, and Atticus found himself sitting across her once more. He remembered her moans and groans, especially when he drove his fingers into that hot sex of hers. She sounded like those Japanese porn stars in his DVD collection, less the squirting since he was there to drink all her juices. Atticus noted all her reactions, and wondered how she would react when he finally drives himself into her tight snatch. The demon was thicker than humans after all, and longer but not abnormally so, for humans needed to enjoy, not pummeled to death.<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon Warden."</strong> Atticus began, before halting. <strong>"Oh forgive me... but I have not had the pleasure of knowing your name."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 11:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is Leann," she began, though something was not right about this situation today. It felt like something happened earlier, but she couldn't really pinpoint it. Still she tried to put that out of her mind.<br><br>"Today we're going to talk more about your religion. More precisely your relationship with those 'spirits' you mentioned yesterday." She already had a cup of water poured out as she pushed it to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 16:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Leann..."</strong> Atticus whispered. With a nod, Atticus smiled, before looking at the woman. <strong>"You look unwell, Leann. I'm sure you would have known from the reports, that I am a trained counselor. Perhaps you need a rest, or you could tell me what's bugging you. Of course, everything here remains a secret, and it gives you a chance to lose some stress..."</strong><br><br>A hand picked up the glass as Atticus took a sip, before sliding it across the table back to the warden.<br><br><strong>"Indulge me, warden. Five minutes to get that burden within you out. You have much in your mind, and it's a weakness when talking to people."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2016, 21:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am only going to tell you what's on my mind, but that's it..." she said, looking on at the glass that was pushed to her. "We're really focusing on you. I don't want you to distract from my questioning."<br><br>She then slowly took a sip, breathed, and placed the glass down.<br><br>"I had the strangest, most realistic and possibly frightening hallucination yesterday. As if it actually happened. But I wasn't aware that it could distract from what was really happening." She then looked back up at Atticus. "Now that it's off my chest..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>21-10-2016, 06:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Off so soon? I doubt it. You would still be distracted by what's in your mind... Perhaps you might take away something from me should I be able to explain it to you."</strong> Atticus replied, his voice filled with concern. Whether it was genuine or not, it could hardly be told.<br><br><strong>"You see, strange things are happening, and I'm here because of one of the few spooky ones? What of the other incidents happening out there, countless things unknown by so-called experts, but by those who perpetuate them? Who knows, if might be tied to me after all, or not. It all remains a mystery, Leann, and it's only going to weigh you down even more."</strong><br><br>Atticus looked over to the door, before facing his warden once again.<br><br><strong>"I doubt they could hear. Be frank with me, this is for your own good, and I have nothing to gain."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2016, 06:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine... If that's what it takes, I'm going to explain it to you. After that, we're going back on track. Period. No more talk about me."<br><br>She then took a breath and spoke again.<br><br>"Yesterday... I had a vision. Rather it was something I could both see and hear. You were involved... more like you... became a creature that was doing these... things to me..."<br><br>She shifted a little in her seat. She really, really did not want to talk or even think about what happened yesterday to <em>him</em> of all people.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>21-10-2016, 10:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Me? But I was here, recalling my story to yourself, who requested it."</strong> Atticus said, his voice carrying some hints of concern. <strong>"Surely this should concern me now... I mean, what things? What did I do to you?"</strong><br><br>The man was enjoying it, loving the fact that the warden remembered how he ravished her body, his tongue sending her into orgasm and the tentacles binding her to the very table he tapped. He did not smile, however. He wanted the warden to recall every feeling, every emotion...<br><br><strong>"It's alright Leann, it's alright to share. You will find how easy it is for two people to talk once they understand each other better."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2016, 10:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sexual things..." She said, starting to glare. "But I do not want to talk about that any further. How about this: I will only elaborate if you continue with your story. Are we clear on this?"<br><br>She really, <em>really</em> did not want to talk about it, but now it seemed that if she couldn't distract from it, she might as well delay it. If he refused after that... she'll have to figure out some way to punish him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>22-10-2016, 18:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Sexual things."</strong> Atticus nodded. <strong>"Very well, perhaps it's a side effect from the concise description of my tale. I shall not inquire further."</strong><br><br><strong>"Still, it was because of what I mentioned, that things began to change. The girl... she became closer. Much closer to me. I felt... relieved. As a teen, the next few years I picked up some literature, legends and myths including the many religious texts... Things seemed the change, the perspective changed. She was always there, always teaching and guiding. Even after I screwed her on the altar, she continued to teach me the ways of her religion which gave her peace."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2016, 23:38:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," she said. Finally he relented.<br><br>Leann listened to him as he continued where he left off. "And what was this religion like?" she spoke up to ask. "Any specifics you'd like to elaborate on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>24-10-2016, 11:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Well, inviting people for talks, parties... orgies... you know. Maximum hedonism."</strong> Atticus said as he smiled, hands making a movement as if he was holding something while driving it along his crotch.<br><br>Coincidentally, the gap fit Leann's own hips. Or maybe not so much a coincidence, seeing Atticus as his eyes were glued onto the warden's chest for a moment as he licked his lips.<br><br><strong>"Somehow, the men reported being stronger, being invigorated. They loved strong men it seems, and we'd dedicate our orgies to this altar in the basement. The girl, she always wanted more, said that every bit of sex must be done on it, that the beings beyond the wall loved watching them do it on their stonework. I suppose, the cops did not manage to find the altar?"</strong><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just make something up regarding the altar, they could find it or not. If found, Leann might notice that it's about the same height of the table.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2016, 16:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leann gritted her teeth and clenched her hands watching his crudge gesture; yet another reminder of the unsettling dream yesterday. "...And at the cost of the lives of those uninvolved or unaware, even? The murders had to be done at some point..."<br><br>A hand then went to a folder next to her; a recent report of yesterday's findings. She skimmed through them. For some inexpiable reason one note caught her eye; the height of the alter being that of the average table. Why was that...?<br><br>"They did. They were looking into more than that, such as what kinds of equipment were used."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 07:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Equipment... you mean like roped which we bound around the altar? Even though your reports might say that we used them for murder, we do have more... finer purposes for them."</strong><br><br>Atticus knew that his words were crafted to make Leann remember, remember the sensations she felt the day before. Already, he himself had a stirring, especially in his loins. He so wanted to bang this officer, she and her Asian features and make her yelp like those in his pornography. He could see himself behind her, her breasts pushed against the table, him doing her doggy-style and finally unleashing a full load of hot seed within her.<br><br><strong>"The murders... no... sacrifices. They were done for... population control... The men, they were so easily lured by women just shaking their ass a little, and the women, feeling a man's crotch could get them to follow a stranger? Does our community need tramps like this? Best for us to purify their souls on the altar!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 07:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever arousal she was starting to feel at the hint of bondage was sapped straight out as he talked about 'purifying' the victims.<br><br>"The way you talk, you can't justify what you did. At all. Especially since it sounded to me like you don't care about the lives you took. I don't think I need anything else from you."<br><br>Why would she? She was just now reassured that the man in front of her was a mad man answering to voices put into his head by a young woman. Now she was taking comfort that she was coming out of this interrogation with the advantage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 03:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Perhaps I can't justify my deeds, that is right."</strong> Atticus said, hands drumming on the table. <strong>"However, different perspectives see different things my dear warden. After all, am I not a psycho in your eyes?"</strong><br><br>Atticus considered how he'd continue his story, nodding as he hit a spot.<br><br><strong>"Do you believe in superstitions tho, Leann? Like the gates of hell opening during this period... what do you think?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 03:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all. Things like that have been made up by people in order to explain unusual phenomena. But I know there has to be a logical explanation to everything."<br><br>Leann had her arms crossed on the table, staring at him waiting to come up with what would finally be the explanation for his beliefs. But she wasn't going to hold her breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 09:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Ooh, careful now Leann."</strong> Atticus said as he waggled a finger at the warden. <strong>"Logical explanations for everything? Most things, perhaps, but not everything. What if the different phenomenons in the world was caused by beings from the dark, or light for those who call upon their 'God'? What if the world seems logical only because it makes it so?"</strong><br><br>A smile, his trademark look, and Atticus placed his hands on the desk.<br><br><strong>"But perhaps it's time to put this game to an end. As I said, I screwed that girl on the altar, we all screwed our ladies on that altar, but somehow, we continue to grow in number, despite the need to pay the blood tribute. The question is, was it really me who's responsible, even if I were the man who ordered the kidnapping and sacrifices... or was it she who implanted a darkness within me?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 20:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leann just glared at him as he talked.<br><br>"What in hell are you going on about? Are you saying she did something to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>30-10-2016, 04:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"She did! She did!"</strong> Atticus cried, banging on the table. <strong>"I only just realised, when she took in my seed, she implanted something within me!"</strong><br><br>Atticus seemed to gyrate in his seat, as if his groin was thrusting towards Leann. For a moment, his face was contorted into a man in ecstasy, before he returned to normal.<br><br><strong>"I did explain it didn't I? The woman took me to the altar, and seduced me there for something! Everything became different since then!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Prisoner [Mingnon + Relikai]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2016, 10:18:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply stared at him in disgust as he went through the motions.<br><br>"...No doubt sex can be a life-changing experience for some," Leann began. "Yet I am doubting that something supernatural could occur that would change things that radically."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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