Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)
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				Title: <strong>Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 01:25:02</strong>
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				<em>She remembered the hunger, the gnawing need that she could barely name, even through the eternal dark and endless cold...remembered the face and form of her one and only, her true mistress, the one who could save her from this pain.&nbsp; Somehow she knew that it was not her one's fault, that she had been cast into this oubliette of the soul by one who sought to harm her mistress, that her release from this place would mean that his plans would fail.&nbsp; How and why, she was never sure.&nbsp; It was so hard to think through the hunger, the cold, the big empty that was her entire world.<br><br>Then, one moment she caught a glimmer where before there had been only the outer dark, a flash of heat where only the empty arctic chill had been.&nbsp; Unable to stop herself, she reached for it with all her might...and then there came a rush of light and warmth and the sweet sensation of being reborn...</em><br><br>+++<br><br>Consciousness returns along with the sensation of clean sheets with low thread count, the scent of antiseptic, and echoing footsteps along gleaming white tile floors.&nbsp; Somewhere nearby something beeps regularly.<br><br>A hospital?&nbsp; Probably.&nbsp; A quick mental inventory shows that all the associated parts are present and for which an accounting may be made in proper order.&nbsp; No lingering pain, save for one familiar ache in the lower belly.&nbsp; Temperature seems a little low, but hospital gowns don't do much for insulation.<br><br>Open eyes...blink swiftly as everything swims into focus.&nbsp; Small room.&nbsp; Four beds...only this one occupied, at the moments.&nbsp; White tile floor.&nbsp; Beige walls.&nbsp; No sign of...<br><br>Spoke too soon.&nbsp; The door swings open and a middle-aged man, a touch of grey in his coppery hair, blue eyes sad and tired, his long and melancholy face reminiscent of a horse, steps inside.&nbsp; He manages a smile, or something like one, then walks over to the bed.<br><br>"Hello, there, Sleeping Beauty.&nbsp; I'm going to let the nurse on duty know you're up, and then I have some questions for you.&nbsp; If you don't mind, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 04:36:27</strong>
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				*<br>The sound of his voice was like thunder in her ears. She nearly slapped her hands over her ears and cried out, but caught herself -- barely. Her time in oblivion had left her mind hypersensitive; every sensation felt magnified times a thousand. Mm, if only Mistress were here, such pleasure She could give!<br><br>She blinked and realized he was still speaking. In the miniscule eons between his words, she marshalled her thoughts and made sense of them. Questions? For her? No, no, that wouldn't do. Questions could lead others to learn about her Mistress, and then she and She might both be in trouble. She had questions too, though. She had forgotten her name, in oblivion. And Mistress, where was Mistress?! And why wasn't she with Her?<br><br>He was still looking at her, expectantly. Doctor, yes. She was in a hospital, with doctors. Cute -- but nosy -- doctors. She looked back at him for a moment, a plan forming even as her first words left her lips.<br><br>"Um. Yes, sir. Please, may I have some water?" She asked as she drew herself up, attempting to make herself appear as small and helpless as possible. The doctor gave another warm smile and nodded, giving her a fatherly pat on the hand. "Of course, miss. I'll have one of the nurses bring you something. You've been asleep almost three days now, you must be very parched."<br><br>A quick glance at a clipboard in his hand, and the doctor turned and left the room. The instant the heavy door *clicked* shut, she threw back the covers and bounded from the bed. Her memories were still jumbled, and there was much that would have to be recovered, re-discovered, re-learned. But the important things were still crystal clear. Mistress needed to be found -- and protected. The gnawing hunger that ravaged her spirit demanded to be sated. And <strong>SOMEONE</strong> absolutely needed to be slaughtered to pay for her consignment to oblivion.<br><br>But, mostly the first two.<br><br>Her senses were still heightened, though thankfully they were beginning to fade back to normal (albeit at a snail's pace), and the sound of voices in the hall outside told her that more people were coming. The people with questions. She felt the caress of a noon breeze like a flood of velvet on her skin as it drifted in from the cracked window, and in a flash she had slammed the plexiglass pane wide open. <br><br>The door-latch *clicked* again --<br>Ice water rattled in a styrofoam cup --<br>Two pairs of sneakers squeaked on the waxed tile floor --<br><br>As the doctor and the nurse stood in the empty room, scratching their heads and shouting at each other in confusion, she was already on her way down the street. Her hospital gown fluttered open in the autumn wind and the cold, rough concrete scraped against her bare feet. She didn't care. There were more important things to worry about. <br><br>The city was filled with sights and sounds and smells, clues and signs and trails left by everyone and everything that lived within it. But only one trail mattered to her. The scentsoundtaste sensation of Mistress stood out from the clutter like salvation in neon. She cocked her head and smiled softly, and a bounce inserted itself into her step.<br><br><em>'Coming, Mistress...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 05:06:25</strong>
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				Outside is cold, but not as cold as the Outer Dark had been, and nowhere near as frightening.&nbsp; Here, however, there are complications.&nbsp; Others.&nbsp; Others who do not understand.<br><br>She gets fewer than three blocks before she finds her way blocked by some of them.&nbsp; The reek of violence, of desire, is almost palpable from these bestial denizens of the waking world, and she could almost laugh at their posturing as they close on her, clearly intent on having her body for their amusement.&nbsp; She is not for them!<br><br>Behind them, a slender boy with dyed black hair worn in a long braid, his mesh tee shirt showing pale skin as his denim jacket hangs open, eyes alight with a familiar madness, lurks at the mouth of an alleyway, watching.&nbsp; His eyes meet hers, and she knows that this slight, slender young man is much the same as Mistress!&nbsp; But will he help?&nbsp; Or hinder?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 09:35:56</strong>
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				**<br>"Hehe. Hey there, cutie. Quite a fashion statement you're making." "Whoo-hoo! Check the threads, man, she just bust outta Bellevue or somethin'?" "Who cares, she's a fine little peace a' meat!" "Damn straight! Haha, she looks cold! Maybe we oughta <em>warm her up</em>!"<br><br>Thugs. Street trash. Riff raff. They were so amusing sometimes, until they became annoying. Like wolves they were, traveling in packs to make themselves feel safer. No, wait. Not like wolves, not nearly so majestic or dignified. Stray dogs, that's what they were. Mongrels. Her step never slowed as she neared their rag-tag little band, five strong. Their foul yellow smiles grew wider as she stepped into their reach, and they formed a circle around her. Like a dam of pebbles against a tidal wave.<br><br>Up ahead, she spied another over their shoulder, but he was nothing like the mutts. There was power in him. He watched from afar, a glint of curiosity in his eyes as the mutts crowded around her. She wondered if he was a friend of Mistress; he had the same kind of presence, but it wasn't identical. Her attention was drawn back to the thugs before she could wonder any further, and the chill air played over her skin as they pawed and clutched at her thin gown. She remained almost inhumanly still as they hooted and jeered, not saying a word.<br><br>They mistook her reticence for fear, and it emboldened them further. One of them reached out and ripped the front of her gown&nbsp; down the center, baring her dark, supple breasts. A piece of the fabric caught on her left nipple ring and tugged at the silver hoop, simultaneously teasing both her and the street rats before falling loose. They gathered closer around her, cheering each other on as they rubbed themselves against her.<br><br>Fools.<br><br>The hunger was so strong now, raging inside like a great forest fire, or a ferocious beast clawing for freedom. It felt like forever since she'd satisfied herself last. The touch of their skin on hers set her body aflame, and her breath quickened. Oh, but Mistress wasn't here, Mistress hadn't given permission! Surely she couldn't indulge herself without permission!<br><br>Mm, but then again...Mistress <em>wasn't</em> here...<br><br>A little thrill of naughtiness shot through her at the thought, and she swayed a little on her feet. A tiny smile blossomed on her lips. She looked around at the hooligans and her smile widened a little. Well, she didn't really need all of them, did she? Just one or two would suffice. She reached out a hand and pushed the one in front of her backward a little, leading them into the side alley. She turned and faced the three behind her and gave them a playful wink. They realized they had a real treat on their hands, and their grins half managed to split their heads open if they got any bigger.<br><br>And then, with a blast of psychic force as casual as swatting a fly, she split them open the rest of the way. The other two let out screams of unbridled terror and turned to run as their companions fell to the ground in wet, bloody meat puddles, but she was ready for that. Before either of them could take two steps, she had grabbed them both and pinned them against the alley wall with one hand each.<br><br>"So boys, now that we've got a little less of a crowd, why don't we have some fun?" She asked, her voice flavored with the barest hint of Muscovite. She leaned in and pressed herself against the first thug, inhaling his scent and nuzzling against his neck like a long-lost lover. Even through his fear, she sensed his arousal. The second was in much the same state. She laughed quietly as her hands slid down to investigate further, uncharted territories. Men were <em>so</em> easy to manipulate.<br><br>She glanced back down the alley as they grew harder in her hands and saw the young man in the jacket was still there, watching. Was he smiling? She couldn't tell. She thought he was. She rolled her hips and her neck toward him, inviting him to join the fun, before returning her attention to the little snakes in her palms. It was a shame, really; they didn't have much to offer her. Perhaps she would have had beter luck with the dead ones. Oh, well.<br><br>Her fists pumped slowly, teasing them both with short, tight strokes. As she stood between them her body writhed with pleasured anticipation, the sensations of ecstasy intoxicating her better than any wine could hope. Her desire was almost a tangible thing as she bent her knees to sink to the ground in front of them...only to be cheated at the last moment. She felt them both quiver and shake, and before she could steal so much as a taste, their paltry loads spilled out of their twitching pricks onto the filthy concrete below. She looked back and forth between the two men with a disappointed expression for several moments.<br><br>"Oh God, Oh Jesus lady, please, just let us go, we're sorry!" "Yeah, yeah, please! We're really sorry! We'll never do anything like this again!" "Don't hurt us, please!" "Oh Christ, she's gonna kill us!" "Fuck, please God, I don't wanna die!"<br><br>She rolled their pleading around in her head for a few moments, trying to decide what to do with them. Her need burned in her stronger than ever, like a starving animal given just a taste of food; enough to whet the appetite, but not sate it. They weren't much, really, but she <em>had</em> enjoyed them while they'd lasted...<br><br>Without another word, she released her grip on them both and stepped back, watching as they bolted from the alley at breakneck speed, their shriveled, flapping cocks leading the way. She giggled at the sight and turned back to the other man. He still reminded her of Mistress, but that didn't necessarily mean he was a friend. He could well be like the one who'd banished her the last time. She didn't like that thought; he seemed rather cute, and she wouldn't have liked having to kill him. On the bright side, maybe he could help her find Mistress! She waited to see what he'd do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 16:32:21</strong>
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				As the men flee, she becomes aware of a rhythmic clapping sound: her watcher is applauding her performance.<br><br>"Well done," he says, his voice soft and shy, almost girlishly so.&nbsp; "I was wondering if you'd need help, but I see you're more than capable of handling yourself."<br><br>He moves cautiously closer, eying the dead meat with clear distaste and stepping clear of the bloody pools left behind.<br><br>"We should probably get you out of here, though.&nbsp; Those idiots aren't from around here or they'd be avoiding these alleyways.&nbsp; That means they'll come back with friends.&nbsp; They're stupid like that.&nbsp; Now, uhm, how do I say this?"<br><br>He rubs the back of his neck bashfully, his eyes locking on hers.<br><br>"Whose are you, and why are you all the way out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 06:02:43</strong>
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				***<br>Aww, he was so adorable! He moved closer and she got her first good look at him: not too short, long black hair, obviously not shy of showing a little skin. Still, she kept her guard up as he approached. Just because he looked harmless was far from any kind of guarantee. She knew all too well how deadly 'harmless' could be, having just demonstrated so herself not ten minutes before.<br><br>"Oh, did you like my show? You could have joined us, you know. I'm sure my friends wouldn't have minded," she said playfully. The thought of the goons returning with more sent shivers down her back. She didn't mind having more playmates, but it was clear that he wanted no part of them. She sighed softly and leaned back against the alley wall, considering her options. There was only one, really. She'd been goofing off long enough; it was time to find Mistress. His next question hammered that point home.<br><br>She took a deep breath and felt the brick biting into her shoulder as her breasts rose and fell. For a moment she eyed the corpses and considered taking some of their clothes; wandering around the city naked might have led to a lot of fun, but it would also mean distractions that she didn't have time for. Maybe the boy could take her somewhere safe, or at least warmer.<br><br>"My Mistress's name is Isis Mulholland. But...I don't know where she is, or where I am or how I got here, or...anything, really. I can't even remember my name," she said. Her voice grew quieter with every word, and tears that weren't entirely manufactured formed in each eye. "The last thing I remember was spending an evening with Mistress, and...then, there was shouting and a big flash of light, and lots of pressure, and then...nothing." She clasped her hands together behind her back and stepped closer toward him, a little extra swing instinctively added to her hips.<br><br>"Do you...think you could help me?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 18:59:58</strong>
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				"Isis Mulholland?"<br><br>His eyes widen, but do not linger on her form as she moves.<br><br>"Turn around, would you?&nbsp; I want to check something."<br><br>When she does, he nods.<br><br>"Yeah, okay.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; Yeah, I can help you.&nbsp; I owe her from this time with a guy and a thing.&nbsp; C'mon, I'll get you somewhere warm and make a few calls, okay?"<br><br>He leads her down a few blocks, then into a rather seedy looking apartment building and into a old-fashioned elevator.&nbsp; Taking it to the top floor, he escorts her into a rather lavish, if eclectic, loft apartment which seems to take up most of the floor.<br><br>"Here we are.&nbsp; Do you want a drink?&nbsp; Coke?&nbsp; Water?&nbsp; Not that you need it, but the ritual can be comforting.&nbsp; I'll get you something to wear, make a few calls, and then we can go."<br><br>Looking about, there is an awful lot of beefcake art about the place, which might explain why he didn't leer at her earlier.<br><br>"I also gotta leave a note for Mickey.&nbsp; He worries when I vanish on him, and getting my meal ticket worried means sleeping on the couch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 08:54:56</strong>
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				****<br>She shook her head at his kind offer for a drink; there were only a couple of things that could offer her comfort in her state, and the poor boy could provide neither. It was a shame, really. She was certain he would have been delicious. Mistress was always chiding her to respect the choices of others above her own appetites, however, and the thought of offending the young man after his kindness was enough to still even the hunger within her. Well, for now, at any rate.<br><br>She sat quietly, her eyes darting around the room and absorbing countless details as she waited for him to finish his phone calls. A smile played over her lips as she watched him scribble a note on the counter; whoever 'Mickey' was, it was obvious he cared about him. She always enjoyed watched such simple displays of affection. It was like witnessing a sunset, or a flower blossoming. Beautiful, foreign in the subtlest of ways, and made of a kind of magic that neither sorcerer nor demon would ever fully comprehend.<br><br>He returned shortly from one of the rooms with a pair of faded, slender jeans and a plain white T-shirt. She dressed quickly and stood, checking herself out while the young man returned to his phone calls. Dark, faded denim hugged around long, supple legs, a firm, heart-shaped ass and wide, curvaceous hips. Her navel was bared beneath the hem of the shirt, as was the small of her back; just visible was the ornate, stylized tramp-stamp gifted to her by Mistress at the time of her creation. Firm, rounded breasts stood proudly wrapped in the shirt's tight fabric, and each pierced nipple pressed against their constraints with a delicious tingle. She brushed a lock of her silvery white hair back from her eyes and smiled to herself. She was strong, she was hot, and she was hungry.<br><br>It was time to look for Mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 17:12:59</strong>
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				"All right, then.&nbsp; Let's go.&nbsp; She's expecting us."<br><br>His car, a battered little hatch-back that probably saw better days before he bought it used, is comfortable enough.&nbsp; Getting in, she finds that he's installed a race-driver's safety harness for both driver and passenger seats (the back seat is apparently a cargo area...)<br><br>"Buckle up," he says cheerfully, strapping himself in.&nbsp; The reason for this becomes swiftly apparent: his driving skills must be incredible, for he manages not to cause any accidents.&nbsp; Other than that, the boy is a complete maniac--the rules of the road seem to be suggestions, at best!&nbsp; So is the speed limit.&nbsp; It's as if he learned to drive by watching The Fast and the Furious and then trained in Hong Kong.&nbsp; Or New Delhi.<br><br>After an hour long drive, he executes a neat commando-style stop in front of a large and fancy house out in one of the better suburbs.&nbsp; It looks achingly familiar.&nbsp; She can almost taste Mistress now...<br><br>He grins at her, even as the private security guard at the gate steps forward, one hand on his gun, the other on his lapel mike.<br><br>"Here we are!&nbsp; Home, sweet home.&nbsp; Want me to walk you in?&nbsp; Or do you think you can make it?
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				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 08:50:37</strong>
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				*****<br>The heavy metal bar clinched into place over her midsection, and she felt snug in its restraint. As the engine coughed and spluttered to life, she wondered why such a dinky little car had such formidable safety equipment, but as the young man pulled the car out onto the street that question was quickly answered. This little buggy could <em>haul</em>, and it was obvious that its owner knew how to use it.<br><br>She squirmed and swayed in her seat with every sharp turn and lane change, and her arms shot up against the roof of the car. A huge grin was plastered over her face, and her only regret was that the safety bar prevented her from sticking her head out the window; this was thrilling! She'd had no idea anything non-sexual could ever be this much fun! It was like being on a cheap, rickety carnival roller coaster, the hovering spectre of death mingled with pure, unbridled adrenaline. The boy drove as though he were racing the devil himself, or at least trying to tie with him. She secretly found herself hoping Mistress might be clear across the country, if it meant getting to prolong this excitement.<br><br>Alas, within little more than an hour it seemed they'd reached her destination. The sound of rubber screaming in protest signified the end of the ride, and she half-collapsed in a puddle of exhausted contentment as the tortured tires skidded to rest. However, the sight of Home (Was it Home? It felt so familiar, but she couldn't bring herself to trust her memory yet, not entirely) revitalized her quick enough. She fumbled with the catch on the roll bar until the young man reached over and slipped it free without effort.<br><br>The guard...that was new. She didn't remember Mistress ever having a guard, or ever needing one. That had always been...<em>her job</em>. A bolt of shame shot through her, and her guts tied themselves in knots. It was all her fault, she'd failed Mistress and now She was forced to rely on that overfed meat sack for protection! Anger quickly blossomed in the wake of her guilt, and she clenched a fist almost tight enough to draw blood from her palm. She would <strong>not</strong> fail again.<br><br>Before the guard reached them, she managed to calm herself once again. It wouldn't do to lash out at the poor fellow; it wasn't his fault, after all, and he <em>was</em> in Mistress's service. A bright smile fell back into place as he neared, inspecting the car, and she turned back to the young man. A chipper laugh erupted from her throat as she shook her head.<br><br>"I'm sure you'd be welcome to come in if you'd like. But if you must go, I'll understand; I'm certain I can handle things from here. Thank you so much for all your help, I--" She cocked her head slightly and giggled. "You know, I don't even know your name!"<br><br>She laughed again, and leaned toward him. "Well, thank you for all your help. If there's ever anything I can do to repay you, I'm sure Mistress wouldn't mind." Before he could mount a protest, she quickly pressed her lips to his cheek in a chaste little peck. "Bye!"<br><br>Without another word, she hopped out of the car and started up the long walk toward the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 16:55:08</strong>
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				"I guess I should at least see you to the door, then. And I'm Danny."<br><br>He blushed at her peck on the cheek and unbuckled himself, waving to the security guard.<br><br>"Hi.&nbsp; I'm here to see Isis.&nbsp; She's expecting me."&nbsp; He glanced at her.&nbsp; "Us.&nbsp; Expecting us."<br><br>The guard reported this, heard the response, frowned...then stood out of the way and opened the gate.<br><br>"Sorry, kid, I guess she is expecting you.&nbsp; But that entrance...flashy, loud, makes people with guns nervous, you get me?"<br><br>"Sorry, mister," Danny replied, looking a bit chastised.&nbsp; "Didn't mean to scare you guys.&nbsp; That's just how I roll.&nbsp; In my neighborhood, it's kind of a gotta-do."<br><br>He got back in the car and rolled up the driveway much more sedately, like an ordinary driver might, and stopped in front of the ornate front door, which opened to admit a pale thirty-something man with a receding hairline and a well-tailored suit.&nbsp; He smiled politely and came over to hold the door for her.<br><br>"Daniel!&nbsp; You <em>ought</em> to have said it was you, you naughty boy!&nbsp; And who is this?"<br><br>"Hi, Max.&nbsp; This is...well, she's a friend of Ms. Mulholland.&nbsp; She ended up down in the Bricks, so I figured I'd better help her get out here pronto."<br><br>"In the Bricks?&nbsp; You poor dear!&nbsp; Come in, come in...Daniel, you as well.&nbsp; You ought to at least have a drink or something, and I'm quite sure Professor Mulholland will thank you personally."<br><br>The tall man bent to kiss Danny on the cheek as well, which made the skinny boy smile...but not blush.<br><br>"Yeah, okay.&nbsp; It's been a while.&nbsp; How's Oscar?"<br><br>"He's in Portugal, the tart!&nbsp; Gone to explore his options..."<br><br>Meanwhile, the door is open, and the two men seem intent on letting her go her own way for some reason.&nbsp; Is it a matter of trust?&nbsp; Or do they know something?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 09:52:50</strong>
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				^*<br>It was obvious that young Danny and the older gentleman knew each other, and from his behavior it seemed Max had been working for Mistress for quite a while now. But, she had no memory of ever seeing this man before, either. Just how long <em>had</em> she been gone? Would...would Mistress even remember her?<br><br>Would She even want her back?<br><br>The hunger inside raged at the thought, as visions of being cast out by the only One who could fulfill her played through her mind. Immediately she shook the thoughts away and clenched her fists tight. Mistress would never do that. And...and if She did, then...well, she would just have to <em>convince</em> her.<br><br>NO!<br><br>Her throat tightened at what had almost crossed her mind. She wouldn't, she <strong>couldn't</strong> ever consider such things! It was <em>not her place</em> to change Mistress's mind. Whatever happened, she would simply have to &lt;sniffle&gt; accept Her decision.<br><br>As she walked past the two men, her expression brightened somewhat. After all, she hadn't even <strong>seen</strong> Mistress yet! There was every chance she would be welcomed back with open -- er, arms! Yes, that's it! Arms! She was probably getting herself all worked up over nothing. Her confidence surged with every step forward, and new visions of once again serving at Mistress's feet swam through her head.<br><br>She strode down the hall, peeking into rooms as she passed by. Most were empty, but a few held some rather...interesting scenes. However, no matter how much she might have liked to stop in and investigate a little further, her Need called out with its irrepressible siren song. Mistress was so close now.<br><br>But where?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 16:58:41</strong>
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				Following all-too-familiar stairs up, up, up to the third floor, and down hallway she knew in her dreams, she found Mistress's study.&nbsp; From inside, she heard typing...Mistress?<br><br>The door to the truth hung partially open, a tempting portal that beckoned her onward, yet required so much will to simply reach out and push open those last few inches!&nbsp; And when she finally moved, she saw the object of her desires.<br><br>Mistress.<br><br>Regal as ever, beautiful and severe, maybe a little older but no less appetizing for all that.&nbsp; The ebony-skinned woman was at her desk, clad as always in a skirt suit, glasses she hadn't needed before resting across her nose as she furiously typed away on a computer keyboard.&nbsp; Without even looking up, she asked...<br><br>"Who was that at the door, Max?"<br><br>Then she looked up, and the expression on her face mingled surprise, delight, and barely disguised lust as she took in the slender girl in her door.&nbsp; Her smile, slow and warm, spread like a warm sun driving away morning mist.<br><br>"Sooki?"<br><br>She rose and stepped around the desk, holding her arms out in silent invitation.<br><br>"Is that you, my little bitch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 05:38:55</strong>
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				^**<br>Mistress! Mistress was here, and She had even given her back her Name! Within the depths of her being, joy threatened to erupt from her very pores as she basked in Her smile. A single tear glittered in each eye and promised to spill down over her wide, relieved smile. She tried to restrain herself, really she did, but she still practically slammed herself against Mistress as she wrapped herself in Her embrace and filled her nostrils with the scent of Her hair.<br><br>For several moments, she could only nod and wriggle in Mistress's arms, clenching her teeth because she couldn't yet trust herself to speak. As she reveled in Mistress's presence, she also reveled in the return of her Name. The Hunger suddenly felt both weaker and stronger, as though some small part of the insatiable had finally been satisfied. <br><br>It almost felt too good to be real, just being in Her arms. She felt simultaneously obedient and impetuous, and stole the opportunity to press her lips against Mistress's neck, a soft, innocent kiss swollen with promises of lust and debauchery. Perhaps Mistress would be kind enough to punish her for her impulsiveness later...<br><br>As thoughts of punishment came to her, Sooki remembered that she did indeed deserve to be punished. For the crime of deserting her Mistress, she surely deserved Her ire, and only dimly did she harbor hopes of mercy. Tears began to swell in earnest, and a few fattened drops of shame wetted Mistress's shoulder as she cried silently. Her whole body shook in Mistress's arms as sobs threatened to rack her petite frame.<br><br>Sooki lifted her head from Her shoulders and sniffled quietly as she met Her eyes, timidity mingled with a burning desire to please etched into her expression. Her throat, constricted with emotion, finally began to relax, and her voice was soft and smooth with hints of quavering desire and guilt.<br><br>"I'm so sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to leave you for so long...please, Ma'am, can you ever forgive me?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 07:14:17</strong>
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				Surprisingly, Mistress merely wrapped her arms around Sooki and held her, sighing in soft pleasure at the kiss, pressing her matronly form against the crying young woman.<br><br>"There is nothing to forgive.&nbsp; I know who took you away from me, what he did...we will be avenged sevenfold upon him, I promise."<br><br>Then, keeping one hand wrapped around Sooki's shoulders, Mistress slid her other hand between them, cupped her sex through the jeans she'd borrowed from Danny, and squeezed affectionately before rubbing...fingers dancing in an intricate pattern that would soon enough bring Sooki to a rather embarrassing climax.<br><br>The Need within, always present, would soon be fed, and Mistress knew the best ways to do that!<br><br>"Shall I take you to the dungeons for a nice, long shower?"<br><br>Water torture...of all the cruel ways to bring a woman to orgasm, the wickedness of a high-pressure stream of chilly water on anus, clit, and nipples...memories of Mistress's games swam to the forefront of her memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:29:24</strong>
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				^***<br>Sooki's tears dried almost the moment Mistress's forgiveness crossed her lips, and her focus shifted entirely to center on the pleasures of their bodies pressing tight to each other. A distant spark of rage flashed dimly in her eyes at the notion of vengeance, but there were more important things to think about now. Years of training and instinct took hold as Mistress's hand slid low between their forms, and Sooki's thighs parted ever so slightly, just enough to allow Her smooth, strong palm access to Her property.<br><br>Sooki squeezed her eyes shut tight and moaned, high and hot, into Her ears as she clung to Mistress. Her hips gyrated and swung slowly, complimenting Her hand's movements. It felt... oh, it was so <em>delicious</em>, the combination of the smooth, worn denim pressed against her tender skin by Mistress's commanding grip! She rubbed her breasts against Mistress and humped her fingers slow and hard, fireworks detonating behind her eyes at every touch.<br><br>"Shall I take you to the dungeons for a nice, long shower?"<br><br>Mistress's voice broke into her thoughts, and visions of serving her Mistress in the dungeon immediately sent the first real climax of the day shooting through Sooki's shaking body. She squealed softly over Mistress's shoulder and clutched her tight as she ground her still quivering pussy against those wonderful digits. With a panting groan, she pulled herself up and looked at Mistress adoringly.<br><br>"Ooh yes, please, Mistress! I've been gone for so long, and I've gotten...<em>very</em> dirty..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:45:54</strong>
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				"You remember where it is," Mistress whispered softly, her teeth nibbling Sooki's ear.&nbsp; "Go there now.&nbsp; Strip and get on all fours.&nbsp; Bow your head like the dirty little doggy you are, and wait for me."<br><br>She pulled her hand away after giving Sooki a firm slap to her mound.<br><br>"Much as I would enjoy having you right here across my desk, I really must save my work and finish up."<br><br>Her next kiss was harder, more possessive...hungrier, and Sooki knew Mistress felt the hunger as well, had felt it, had missed her in ways that words could never quite explain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 07:39:25</strong>
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				^****<br>A shudder ran down her spine at Mistress's words. Sooki could have been content simply to stay and nuzzle for as long as She permitted, but the promise of <em>more</em> was even more enticing. She cried out sharply as Her strike reverberated through her pussy, and whimpered longingly into the kiss. Finally, Sooki knew without doubt that the Hunger would be sated at long last by Mistress's loving, expert care.<br><br>Like a puppy eager to play, she grinned and nodded at her dismissal and quickly spun about to leave. As Sooki reached the door she turned and gave another look at Mistress... desirous, joyful, grateful. She really was finally home.<br><br>Sooki bounded back down the stairs, recklessly jumping two and three at a time and taking each landing with a muffled <strong>BOOM!</strong> as her bare feet slammed against the plush carpeting. Racing down the halls, she didn't even stop to notice if Danny was still talking with Max in the foyer; her memories were flooding back and fitting into position like magnetized jigsaw pieces. Left door? Dining room. Door up ahead? Library. Round the hall? Media room. More stairs, basement--<br><br>Dark red door in the corner?<br><br><em>Playroom</em>.<br><br>Sooki's mouth watered as she twisted the polished brass knob, and the door swung open silently. She took a moment to calm herself, to slow her heartbeat back down, and stepped inside; this place was special, and it wouldn't do to just rush in like some wild animal. She lowered her head respectfully as she passed through the doorway and immediately shut the door behind her.<br><br><em>'Mistress redecorated,'</em> Sooki thought idly as she strode to the room's center. All manner of new toys sat and hung in their places, each crying out in its own whispering voice to be used. She shivered in anticipation at the sight, and shook her head. Time for that later. Mistress had given a Command.<br><br>Sooki began to imagine a beat, a rhythm in her head, and her hips started to sway. One foot tapped in time as her hands started to glide over her body. She threw her head back and felt her silvery locks cascade against her shoulders as one hand slid up under her shirt. Fingers traced a path between her breasts, up along the front of her neck until her hand pushed through the collar and a single finger was inserted between warm, wet lips.<br><br>A moan broke the silence of the still room, and Sooki slid both hands down to her hips to hook her thumbs into the beltloops of her borrowed jeans. Her body writhed and undulated, and she bent forward to let her breasts strain even more against their fabric prison as she ground her ass backward into the air. Her back straightened and Sooki pinched the bottom of Danny's shirt and peeled it upward, away from her skin. The little demoness tugged it over her head and dropped it absently to the floor, rolling her shoulders to feel the air on her newly freed tits. Her tongue darted between her lips, and she brought her ankles together. With serpentine grace, Sookie began to slither out of the blue jeans, barely touching the waistband as she shucked herself free. <br><br>Within minutes, the denims also lay discarded to the side, but her dance was not yet completed. Sooki swayed, twirled, spun, slow and graceful, each movement bringing her another inch closer to the floor. Her knees finally touched the carpet, never less than a foot apart, and with a slow-motion flourish Sooki drove her body down, down. Her weight rested on knees and elbows, firm young ass jutting high into the air, and as Mistress ordered, she kept her head bowed, her nose pressed softly against the floor.<br><br>And patiently, she waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 08:01:07</strong>
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				After a long, long wait, the door opened behind her...closed...and she heard the bar being shut and the lock clicking home.<br><br>"There's my girl," Mistress said softly, and Sooki sensed the warm, wicked smile on her beautiful face.&nbsp; "There's my sweet girl, home at last!&nbsp; Do you want a little pressure-washing, baby girl?&nbsp; I can do that."<br><br>She shrugged out of her jacket, peeled off her shirt, unzipped the skirt and left it pooled on the floor as she kicked off her shoes.<br><br>"But for now, I thought I'd start with something you might recall from our earliest days, after I got you those piercings.&nbsp; Keep your head down."<br><br>Something rustled.&nbsp; Something jingled.&nbsp; Then she knelt behind Sooki and slapped her thighs until the succubus widened her stance.&nbsp; Chilly metal brushed her skin for a moment, and then she felt a tug on her clit ring, followed by the erotic agony of a weight dangling from it!<br><br>"There we are, sweetie.&nbsp; Now let's get you clean!"<br><br>She bent to kiss Sooki's bottom tenderly, then stood and walked away again.&nbsp; A creak of metal, the distant sound of rushing water came to the sub's ears.&nbsp; And then!&nbsp; Was it a garden hose with a spray nozzle?&nbsp; Or something similar?&nbsp; A stream of icy water slammed into her body, focusing on her perineum with uncanny precision before it lifted focus to her anus...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 07:48:28</strong>
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				^^<br>Sooki's ears pricked up at the sound of the lock sliding into place, and on instinct her hips gave a slight wriggle. <em>'Moving without permission? I really <span class="bbc_u">have</span> been gone too long! But I'm sure Mistress will have me re-trained perfectly in no time,'</em> the little demoness thought absently as Mistress approached. The mention of pressure-washing flooded Sooki with whole new desire, and the whispers of Her clothing hitting the floor ratched up the sensations of anticipation.<br><br>She kept her nose pressed to the floor as Mistress commanded and widened the position of her knees, thinking back to the night she'd gotten her first piercing. The fun Mistress used to have, toying with Her slave's new jewelry! At first she'd only had a small stud on each side; the feelings that Mistress produced when She flicked a finger against them were simply melodious. But soon afterward, Mistress had graduated her up to a slightly larger hoop, which was really quite perfect for<br><br>"<strong><em>OH!</em></strong> Ooh, my...!" Sooki exclaimed as the weight dropped and tugged harshly at her engorged clit. She really couldn't help herself, Sooki gave her hips a little undulation and purred at the dull, constant pain of the weight swinging in place from its attachment.<br><br>"There we are, sweetie. Now let's get you clean!" Mistress said, and Sooki scrunched her eyes shut in anticipation, biting her lip to hide her small smile. She leaned forward a little to provide Mistress with a better view, rubbing her forehead against the cold -- but quickly warming -- floor. A sharp yelp of surprise escaped her as the first jet of ice water struck her hot skin, and Sooki whimpered helplessly in pleasure and discomfort as the stream teased her bottom, moving from target to target. Her whole body shook, whether from the cold or the pressure, who could say? But without doubt the hand that controlled the water knew its work. The pressure carressed her skin pleasurably and encouraged the bloodflow under the skin where it touched, and the icy temperature sent it racing away again. The relentlessly contrasting sensations were a symphony of carnal delight, and Mistress was conducting it beautifully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 16:07:04</strong>
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				Mistress played the stream from anus to clit slowly, letting the water linger on the weight, adding to Sooki's erotic torment for several long moments.<br><br>"Now here's something we never tried.&nbsp; How would my little bitch like to have the water inside her?"<br><br>She released the trigger and stepped closer, pressing the chilly nozzle directly against Sooki's anus.<br><br>"Pain, humiliation...orgasm..."<br><br>She gave the girl a sudden spanking, three swats to each cheek that left the clit weight jingling and dancing, tugging cruelly on the hoop.<br><br>"Or perhaps in that naughty pussy of yours...an icy flow right up into your womb...get you ready to take my fist wherever I choose to put it!&nbsp; Because you deserve a little punishment, my sweet little bitch, and I want to see your tears of submission!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 23:51:20</strong>
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				X*<br>The cold was beginning to lose its pleasure, but not its bite. Sooki's tender skin felt as if it might crack apart if Mistress continued Her assault, but she remained silent for now. She had taken much worse punishment in the past, and she would not shame Mistress by breaking easily now.<br><br>But she was so long out of practice...<br><br>Finally, the frigid onslaught abated, but only long enough for Mistress to draw near and threaten her poor, quivering orifices at point blank. Sooki couldn't stifle a gasping cry as the frozen nozzle was jammed right up against her little puckered ring, and she shook her head desperately. But she was careless, and the motion translated through her body down to the weight, which bobbed wildly on its chain. Mewling moans escaped her lips as Mistress' hand rained down blows on her firm, dark ass, sending even more vibrations down to her tortured little clitty, and her whole body jiggled in its rebellion.<br><br>"Ah! Please, please Mistress, have mercy, please don't punish your little bitch anymore, I'll be a good girl, Mistress, I swear!" Sooki cried, wriggling back and forth in a desperate attempt to discover some relief. She didn't mean a word of it, of course; she would no more want Mistress to stop punishing her than to send her away, but it pleased Mistress to hear her beg, and that was all that ever mattered.<br><br>Her lips practically tightened at the thought of being flooded with the ice-cold water, and her head rubbed back and forth against the floor as Sooki writhed under Mistress' control. If it was tears Mistress wanted, she wouldn't have long to wait; few things ever hurt like Mistress' slender, powerful fist pumping back and forth inside her, stretching her obscenely and stirring up her insides. But it was only pain, and only tears, and if Mistress demanded it, Sooki would provide without hesitation.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Mistress, please forgive this little slut! I'll *sniffle* take my punishment, Mistress, like a good little girl...anyway You choose to give it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boomerang (Starlequin/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 23:58:41</strong>
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				Suddenly the water stopped and Mistress knelt beside her, yanking Sooki's head up and back for a long, deep, searing tongue-filled kiss.<br><br>"Such a good little bitch you are," she whispered with a smile.&nbsp; "So eager to scream!&nbsp; I've missed you..."<br><br>Letting Sooki up for air, she slapped the slave across the breasts a few times, pinched her nipples and tugged the rings, kissed her again.<br><br>"But now you're back, and I may do with you as I please.&nbsp; And I shall!"<br><br>Standing and walking away for a moment, she returned with a black leather paddle.<br><br>"Do you like having water up inside you, little bitch?"<br><br>
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