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Old Acquaintances

Sun, 09 Apr 2023 03:58:40 GMT

Posted by: baklava_boss

One of the problems with being extremely old is that little surprises you any more. Andy had seen and done it all before and was bored of it. There was one exception to this. There was a creature out there who still managed to surprise her. They'd first met when she was less than 100 years old. He'd attacked her, brutally raping her and tearing her body to pieces. He left her for dead, apparently having done that many times before. She'd healed, of course, though she wouldn't fully understand the mental impact until much later.

A few centuries passed and he attacked again. He didn't realize, at first, that he'd raped her once before. When he figured it out, though, it seemed to excite him. Since then, he's attacked her many times. There's no regular pattern, no consistent method, so she never knows when it will happen or what he will do. Over time, though, she came to secretly enjoy these attacks. They were brutal enough that she still called it rape... But she no longer feared them. They were a break from the typical, and that excited her.

It's been over a century and a half since the last attack. She finds herself occasionally looking over her shoulder, examining shadows, looking for that familiar shape. Nothing.

Currently, she's in an open air market in Istanbul, looking over the wares. Hearing something, she glances around one of the tents.

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Jam It IN

Sat, 08 Apr 2023 12:49:37 GMT

Posted by: strongestcoward

Asura was inarguably the ruler of the strange island of Elderbell. Oh, the usual oddity of the bell ringing and drawing people there continued, and the occasional 'special event' happened beyond his control- but no one could stop him from doing what he wished. He'd transformed the entire island into his personal playground and slaughterhouse, the entire population either his servant or victim. Often swapping roles at his whim.

Using his immense magic, he had raised a castle temple from the ground, a twisted structure he used as his lair. His bizarre, monstrous minions, the Clowns roamed the island and manned his fortress, but others were resident, such as his two most loyal servants- Natasha Romanoff and June Covington. Black Widow was no doubt under mental control. The bizarre liquid metal coating her body he'd provided made her more deadly than ever before- and a pervert who walked around nude except for the skintight coating and got off on inflicting pain, granting her new powers as rewards. No one knew if June had been mind controlled or had genuinely fallen in love with Asura. He was, after all, a living embodiment of her ideals- an all-powerful entity that lived only at his own whims. He encouraged her wildest, maddest experiments and rewarded her for the parts of her the rest of the world reviled.

He also encouraged a rivalry between the two, always vying for his affection but forbidding them to fight. So they had to find other ways to compete. For example, both of them lavished his cock with love first thing in the morning, before he'd even woken up. Waking up to the feel of both their mouths was a great start to the day.

"Mmm... good morning, my favourite girls," Asura greeted them both, his thick cock having enough room for both their tongues to run over him, even as they shot each other annoyed looks at having to share whenever their tongues or lips touched accidentally. Asura's strong hands reached out, getting a handful of blonde and red hair. "You're both so greedy... I hope you've both prepared tributes to earn this."

He didn't doubt for a second they had- he'd trained them well to bring him victims and amusing ways to torture them. It was how to make their beloved master happy, and that was what they lived for.

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From bad to worse

Wed, 25 Jan 2023 22:30:10 GMT

Posted by: its_not_fair

Sarah's relationship with her father and step mother had gotten better since she returned from the Labyrinth. They didn't understand why, and she was content to let them believe what they wanted.

For her birthday, they'd surprised her with the news that they'd be taking her on vacation. Tobey would be staying with his grandmother, so it would just be her and them. It had been like a dream. Everything was going so perfectly! They were halfway through the trip and Sarah had gone for a walk to give her father and stepmother some alone time. She was returning with cookies from a local bakery. Humming to herself, she lightly swung the bag as she walked through the hotel.

When she got to the room, it was obvious something was wrong. The door was ajar, and something just didn't feel right. Nervously, she pushed the door open. "Dad?" She stepped inside and the carpet squished underfoot. Water? Had a pipe burst or something? Judging by the smell, maybe it was rusty water. She took a couple more steps inside and reached for the light switch.

Sarah didn't understand what she was seeing. Everything was red. There were lumps and shapes on the floor. She looked down at her hand, her fingers were wet from touching the light switch. Red...

Blood.

The pastry bag hit the floor. She screamed, stumbling backwards towards the door. Those shapes... Her father. Her step mother... Who could do such a thing?!

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Jealousy is a dangerous thing

Tue, 19 Oct 2021 23:00:49 GMT

Posted by: kungfuwitch

Phoebe's eyes were dark as she looked over the woman chained to the floor by her wrists. Excessive? Maybe. But she'd heard about her and didn't want to take any chances. Ashira had had his eye on Natasha for a while. She knew it was only a matter of time before he took her and corrupted her, too. Phoebe knew he went hunting for other women, but she'd been by his side for too long. She was loyal and faithful and she couldn't stand the thought of sharing his undivided attention when he was there.

So she'd taken matters into her own hands. Maybe if Natasha was monstrous he wouldn't want her. He'd be disgusted and kill her, discard her like the rest of the trash.

Natasha's eyes fluttered as she woke. What the hell happened to her? She'd been attacked, that much she knew, but what hit her? She tried to move and found herself shackled. Shit.

Phoebe smiled, "Awake at last. I was worried you'd sleep through this."

"Sleep through what?" Natasha sat up, eyeing the woman in front of her. She was small, but there was a dangerous air about her. She was not to be underestimated.

"You'll see soon enough. I won't let you take him from me."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." Natasha ventured, trying not to antagonize her captor until she knew more.

"Enough!" Phoebe snapped. She slammed her hand down on the book open on the table before her. Looking down, she read from the book, casting a very strange spell she'd found. As she spoke the last word, she looked up to watch the show.

Natasha's eyes widened. What the hell? Magic? Oh no no, she was not equipped to handle that. She struggled at her chains while the other woman was busy. But she couldn't break free. The words stopped. That couldn't be good. Before she could say anything she was overwhelmed with pain. It felt like her legs were on fire. She looked down to see her flesh melting. She screamed, falling back as her legs fused together. The muscles moved out of the way so her leg bones could join into one, transforming into an extension of her spine. Then they grew. They elongated and grew scales. She barely registered what was happening, the pain was too great. Then the pain spread to her mouth as her tongue split and grew. What the hell was happening to her?!

Phoebe laughed, grinning as her rival for Ashura's affections turned into a lamia before her very eyes.

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To destroy a monster, sometimes one must become one...

Sun, 17 Jan 2021 23:22:10 GMT

Posted by: hopefulrevolutionary

Sarah had been tormented by a creature named Ashura for too long. No matter where in the world she traveled, he always seemed to find her. But he wasn't trying to kill her like the Terminators. No... he wanted to torment her. Always with his empty promises and threats. All teeth and eyes and scarves... he was a distraction from her mission. And every time he appeared, she had to find a way to hide everything from John. It was all too much.

Everyone has their breaking point, and Sarah has reached hers.

There was a building under construction in Mexico City. She knew because he'd already attacked her there. She'd gotten away, telling him she had to make sure her son was safe, promising to return. She knew full well if she didn't make good on that promise, he'd track her down and attack her in front of her son as he'd so often threatened. But this was her chance. John was with a trusted friend. She didn't need to check on him - she needed to get her hands on the explosives she'd kept hidden for just this occasion.

She set them up at key points of the building, hoping to damage them enough that the building would collapse in a flaming wreck on top of the asshole. She smiled as she hit the button, watching the building go up in flames. That should be the end of it.

Now she had to run. She raced back to her safehouse to pack. She and John had to leave, head down to South America before anyone realized it was her.

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Fake Jamjars cannot hold real jam.

Tue, 08 Dec 2020 22:32:10 GMT

Posted by: strongestcoward

The little island town of Elderbell was a mysterious place. Once it had been empty, but now every month the big bell in the centre of town rung and new arrivals appeared in a flash of light from worlds and times apart. There were plenty of odd goings-on, friendships and enemies, special events, generally vague hints as to something larger going on.

Well, if whatever was behind it all wanted that get derailed in single massive mistake, they shouldn't have summoned Asura, should they?

It didn't start very ominously at all. The ancient bell rang out, and the Demon God of Madness himself appeared in the building everyone knew was where new arrivals materialized. The large, white marble room was nothing but beautiful and graceful, golden sunlight shining through its windows and the sounds of gentle nature all around. The giant gangly man was alone for now, and that was the only thing that kept him from screaming and blasting off into the sky. He did panic; however, it was the quiet and tearful kind of panic. Curled in a corner, gnawing on his fingers with worry, trying to work out what to do now.

He wouldn't stay alone for long. When the bell rang, island residents would come to the arrival temple and greet newcomers, explain things. Or just come seeking someone they knew.

They probably weren't expecting a tight muscled lithe man in just an almost mini-skirt and robe with some bandages, looking remarkably like a lost little boy.

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