FatPanda Posted March 24, 2014 Share Posted March 24, 2014 This is a fantasy group roleplay about abhorrent criminals locked away in an isolated, fortified prison with laid back rules. The prisoners cannot leave but rules and regulations are slack, allowing them more freedom than they are permitted. Thus, inappropriate activities will occur. W a r n i n g : there is potential for anything and everything including but not limited to crude language, sexual content, violence, a combination of the preceding warnings, etc. ____________ You have been warned. As long as you meet the requirements, anyone is welcome to join the roleplay as a new character. Just ask to join Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The guard pulled down his cap and sighed as he slumped down further into his chair. This job is such a drag. With a hand on the head between his legs, he asked, "What was that commotion about last week? It came and went so fast we guards didn't even get to lift a finger, not that we would have made it. Why in the world are we so far from the island anyway?" The guards of the prison lived and stayed in the barricade surrounding the island. It took a week on boat to go from the barricade to the island in the middle. Being a curved building around a round island did not shorten the distance on any side. The young prisoner stopped his actions. Replying through a full mouth, Rohi looked up at the guard who's name he didn't know. "You know Hamelda is always rowdy. We're the worst criminals gathered together onto a single island. Who wouldn't cause trouble? I thought you guards stayed away because you didn't want to get killed by us lunatics." He winked at the guard before adding, "Not that I'd kill you." Continuing to work his tongue over his subject, Rohi ignored the man's mumbling. "This place was such a dumb idea yet I'm guarding it like all the other idiots indulging you buffoons. I'm only here because it's an easy job but it's way too solemn out here; we'd have a bit more to do if this barricade wasn't so reinforced. It makes my job lousy, lounging around all day waiting for something to happen. You lot are stuck on that island whether you want to be or not. This place is designed to be escape proof. That acid surrounding the island will corrode anything except Pink Metal. Unless you somehow sneak enough to make armour or have natural Pink, you can't swim out here. Even if you did manage to swim out, you wouldn't be able to get past all of us guards." He grunted in pleasure and disgust for the prisoners. The worst criminals brought to Hamelda, the international prison, were transported from all over by special ships made of Pink Metal, the only substance resistant to the acid's corrosion. The ships brought new prisoners from the main land a year's boat ride away from the barricades and let them off at the guards' territory to wait for the next boat that brought them to the island itself. "I suppose you could try to fly away but the barricade is high and you'd have to get past the highly pressurized atmosphere above. If you flew with wings, they'd surely be torn right off your body. The old geezers who designed this place seem to have really hated you jackasses. I mean, some of you have done really bad things - murderers, serial killers, arsonists, some so awful I wasn't told what you'd actually done - but this island seems crazy. You'd probably get killed if you tried to get off but I'm sure it's worse on the island itself." Rohi nodded but really wanted the guard to shut up. He wasn't here to listen to the guy talk about a place he knew. Probing a slickened finger into his ass, he bore with the pain and the irritation of listening to more nonsense. "I don't know if it's lucky or not but you lot are so anxious to fight that you've got yourselves a hierarchy now. The best of the best are on top and the weakest are bullied into submission. That brings a little more order but it depends who's on top. Some of the older prisoners have gotten so bored with life there and will do horrid things for amusement but once in a while, some newbie comes in and wins the fight to reform the rules. If we guards were there, you wouldn't be allowed to do whatever you want. Where are you on that totem poll anyway?" At his limit for his irritation, Rohi got up and sat in the guard's lap. Slipping the man into his hole, he grunted, "Somewhere. Not sure but my master is probably fifth from the top of Deisharp." The prison contained four residential buildings; all L-shaped and lined to form a disconnected square. North was Platavu, the one on a hill. Most of that building was constructed underground. Only the first and half of the second floor were above ground. Floors were oddly counted downward and flooding happened often when it rained but at least their temperature was regulated by the heat of the ground. The prisoners there were mostly wusses; only three or four of them were actually "on top". East was called Nefel, the tallest building and the newest one but that meant there were more people. It would've been wise to shorten that building; eight floors was dangerous. Every month someone was thrown out of the "window" though it used to be barred. Kroésin was located on the south end, covered in graffiti. The walls were all patterned in various colours that you couldn't make out each picture anymore; the paint even chipped off in layers. It was the oldest one because North and South were made first. North, being underground, had to be repaired so South became the most run down. At the same time, it didn't get patrolled as often. No guard wanted to step into that building. Then there was West where Rohi and his "master" lived. No one entered there either. Deisharp was the dirtiest place you could find yourself; dirtier than a dump yard. Moaning to the pleasure, Rohi closed his eyes and thought about his master. Each building had a few of the worst criminals and his master was one of them in Deisharp. The hierarchy changed frequently with new additions but the few that were the craziest always stayed as the top dogs. His master was one of those. They liked to stir up trouble wherever they went. His master had once ripped a newbie apart for fun. Rohi shivered at the remembrance of some of the things that happened on that island. One crept into his minds as a disgusting form of torture. His master had dipped a man's face into the acid for just a second but the face came back screaming and peeling. The flesh was burnt and shrivelling away from the near empty eye socket. The acid had burnt the eye so harshly it shrunk into a clump of ash. The only place no one troubled was the cafeteria. That building was one story in the middle of the square of sleeping quarters. Cooks made food there and prisoners ate there, that was all. The last time mischief happened, no one was fed for a while so it became a mutual silent understanding that it was a safe zone. So was the port between the North and West side as ingredients were shipped in through there. The boat came every two weeks and many had tried to escape through there but they never made it past the barricade nor did the others get their food. With so many mightily pissed, no one tried again. The prisoner thrust his hips up and down, feeling the rush of pleasure. He drove the rod up as far as he could as he felt a shiver blank his mind. With his body convulsing, he let out a huff of magic. Only a little escaped his lips and he cursed. The injection resisting magic use was really angering him. Over the years he'd been in Hamelda, he'd built up tolerance to it but it was still too strong for him to do anything. He sighed; at least this was much better than doing it on a cramped bunk inside a cell. Every cell was shared between four prisoners with two bunks, a top and a bottom to each. There was little room for sex and there was absolutely no privacy. He leaned against the harsh breathing guard, letting the silence finally settle in. "Hey!" They snapped out of their thoughts at the voice behind the door. "Get your ass together, we've got some new ones to ship over." Scrambling to get some clothes on properly, the guard reminded Rohi, "You'd better get back to the prison as well. You're not getting out of here by fucking a low ranking guard like me." The prisoner smirked, "I don't need to get off this island. Everything I need is in that prison." He had to go back to his master and he would've gotten on the same boat the newbies would even if the man didn't tell him to. As the Pink ship rolled in, he was already boarding the smaller boat waiting to head back. His master would be having too much fun with the newbies for him to miss. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted March 24, 2014 Share Posted March 24, 2014 The twenty eight year old sat within the boat with much boredom. Treven, who had finally been captured for his crime, had been on the floating vehicle for days now. Giving a dramatic groan, the man stood to walk to the edge of the boat deciding on staring dully at the sea. Thoughts of jumping into the body of water skidded through his mind, albeit he had heard from many talking criminals that it was a bad idea. The brunette wasn't sure how, but he guess risking his life wasn't worth it. Twisting his body to lean against the railing, green eyes darted around the perimeter of the deck. Treven watched the others with skeptical eyes, leering at most that had a facade of 'bad ass.' "Damn rookies and their lazy work." He spoke out of anger, wishing that he hadn't trusted such lowly ranked crooks with his future. Now, as it seemed, he'd be in one of the worse prison one could ever be placed into. Was Treven scared, no, although he would admit to being overly cautious. It was true that he, himself, had been arrested and charged with continuous charges of rape, assault with a deadly weapon, manslaughter and domestic violence; although he was sure there were men that had done much worse. "Damn this boat. How fucking long does it take to get to this shit hole." He argued to no one in particular, watching a smaller male walk across the surface of the ship. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted March 24, 2014 Share Posted March 24, 2014 A tall male was sitting at the shore, looking at the water with longing eyes. His long, black hair were tied in a low ponytail and his bright red eyes seemed to glow even if it would be dark. From behind the hair, a pair of pointy, long ears was sticking out - there were various earrings on them, though most were black, which created a wonderful contrast with his pale skin. The man was what one'd call a dark elf - graceful, yet strong and if he was to be outside, he'd be the perfect killer... Which he was, in fact. Eyes and hearts were his favorite meal. Though he still gets some of those delicates here... His name was Gurtha - the name meant death on its own. His father gave it to him since while his mother died while giving birth to him. The elf let out a small sigh as he stood up and looked around, where his gaze fell onto a boat which seemed to be coming this way. "More newbies... Ha?" He muttered out to himself, but this was enough to realize his voice was as beautiful as the best music. His voice was like one of his weapons - he liked luring his prey closer with this... Gurtha narrowed his bright red eyes and turned around on his heel before gracefully jumping down onto the ground, decending on both feet. The black-haired male straightened up and tilted his head as he walked to his building - Nefel. The elf didn't give one damn that it was unsafe. No one in there would dare to throw him out... Besides, he wouldn't get hurt anyway. Being a dark elf had a lot of pros. Gurtha was famous between the older prisoners by one thing he always did - he'd lure his prey into having sex, and then he'd oftenly eat his eyes... This part was the most delicious one for him. The red-eyed male licked his lips merely at the thought, but... None of the old prisoners dared to do so anymore. Newbies were his only chance - and if they did bad... It wasn't too hard ripping out a hot, still beating heart out of their chest. No one cared if someone died here anyway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OnyxAriezz Posted March 25, 2014 Share Posted March 25, 2014 “Noah…” He was calling my name. “Noah..” Again, he was calling me. I was getting panic as his voice was filled by the incredible pain. For the first time in my life, I had prayed that the God would listen to my prayer. Right now, I only have one desire—the desire that I wanted that man to live. “Noah…” “I am coming. Please…wait.” I replied as I keep on searching him. However, a screaming sound halted my feet. I know that I am too late now. “No way.” I denied. However, my heart was crying with the agony and fear of losing someone who was precious to me. “Dan..” I called out his name as I put back on my feet. “Dan…” I raised my voice with the hope that he would replied me. But, this time, I got a respond, which is a slap at my face. I hissed with rage as I open my eyes. To my instinct, I tried to grab that hand which hurt me and break at least. However, something refrained me form do so. Then, I realized the condition I was in—my hands were chained up. “Wow..wow, you are not as delicate as you look, Nympho.” I shot a deadly glare at a monster-like figure in guard uniform towering over me. However, he grabbed my chin with leer on his face. This made me to kick him at his belly hard. “You…” That monster hissed as he tried to net over me with his body. Ohh..oh… he made a wrong move. I simply dodged my body aside and made that monster’s face to hit the floor where I was lying down before. “Hey..what the hell is going on?” I found that another man in guard uniform stepped down into the cabin due to the noise, perhaps. This is the time for that monster to revenge. “Blaster…” He grabbed my shirt and punched my face. I knew that it only made the thing worst to pick up a fight with a guard, especially when I was the prisoner. I was on the way to Hamelda, the only place where the worst prisoners were hold. I wasn’t sure whether I should be proud of myself but it was sound funny to me. Nonetheless, lucky to me was that the other guard protested him before giving an another blow. “Hey..stop it. You would kill him.” the second guard said. That monster glared at me before he let go my shirt roughly. “Don’t be so happy that you are survive now.” He said to me, “Once you get into there, you will be in real Hell. Someone as sissy as you are f***ed to dead as they take the first step into the doom.” “Well..Mr., Guard.” I stood up slowly and approached him with gentle yet fascinating step. I smirked inwardly as I found him staring at me with hungry eyes. I knew that he was bewitched by the appearance I got form my mother, a nymph. Then, I placed my hands, which was tied by chain, over his shoulders and pulled his head gently to me as I brought my face closer to him. “You know what, Mr. Guard,” I whispered as I locked my eyes with his, “don’t be fooled by my appearance.” Out of blue, he knocked his nose with my head, making the cracking sound as it was hit. Then, I watched him kneeled down with painful whimper. He looked so funny to me that I could not help but blast out into laugher. “Blaster…” He tried to hit me again but more guards arrived and dragged him out of the cabin. “Blaster..you are rotten to dead soon.” I heard his should on his way. I knew that he was threatening for being so angry. However, it made me amuse more. “Why are you so happy?” one of the prisoners who was sitting opposite to me ask. “We are on the way to Hamelda. You know, Hamelda” “Yeah.” The other guy cut in. “Like he said, we will be rotten to dead soon.” I gave them an uninteresting look before I said, “Do you think that a dead person can die again?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Neimanne Posted March 25, 2014 Share Posted March 25, 2014 Today it’s a beautiful day, isn't it? The sun is shining!… Although this goddamn clouds don’t allow me to see it. But, anyway, from now on, it will be funny without these jackasses of the workhouse. “So fucking fragile.” I muttered in disgust. And they were annoying, too. “Blah, blah, blah, you’re so psychopath! Blah, blah, crazy murder!”. God, how many times I told them to go fuck yourself…? I am anxious, nervous, excited. Will this place be boring or not? “Hey, how this prison is?” I asked to some random guy in the boat. “What? You never heard anything about it?” He was surprised. “Dude! Look at that guy! He don’t know anything!” He called other men and they started to laugh. “Can you respond me?” I was impatient. So they started the jokes about I’m being a kid and be careful with them, because they were hardcore criminals. Just shut up, please. I don’t care… “Guys. Quit messing with me. For your own good.” I sighed. “You know who we are? I’m killed an entire school.” God, this is going to be hard. “Yeah, and I was his crony!” “Now listen to me!” I shouted angrily. “I don’t care with you, motherfuckers! Just respond me, If you want to stay with health.” “Huh? What you gonna do? Scream like a baby?” Oh fuck. What a cliche. I took my knife, which was on my sleeve. I pointed at him firmly as I spoke. “I don’t care.” I tried to cut off his hand, but he pulled it out on time. Then I tried to stab the other one, who was distracted by his buddy. “Fuck you!” He yelled and tried to help his friend, but saw that I had hit a vital point. Anyway, he tried to stop the bleeding with a piece of his clothing. So he faced me angrily. “You damn freak!” Shouted and hit my rib. … What he just called me? “Sir…” I started gently, ignoring the pain in my rib. “Did you… Did you just called me ‘freak’?” “Yeah, you fucking freak!” He continued to hit me. The knife was in my hand, almost saying to me to be used. And in one of the various punches in my body, he left the guard open. So, I stabbed him in the belly. He squirmed as I stabbed him in the chest, arms, and then leaving deep marks on his face. Then he fell on his own pool of blood, as I smiled. The pain began to bother me and it was difficult to walk. Still, as I approached the corpse, I kicked him. “Don’t call me freak, when I just want fun.” I started to talk with the corpse. And so, I looked to his friend. He had died too, with a expression of fear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ukemextreme Posted March 26, 2014 Share Posted March 26, 2014 He sat on his usual spot, by the windowsill just in front of his quarters. On this side, he can see the cafeteria and the gateway and whatever it is that happened below him - the fights, the killings, the thievery of things that only a few of them knew about. Today, especially, was not that eventful and so he sighed disdainfully. Kim Jaejin, 21, stood up and strolled the corridors of Kroésin, hands in his trouser's pockets. No one dared come his way lest he had some kind of knife up in his sleeves. The man came to prison just a few months before, guilty as charged though there were rumors saying that he wasn't supposed to be there, that he was an innocent bystander who was mistaken for having committed the crime. It was not exactly untrue because Jaejin never really killed anyone. That idea however was pushed to the back of his mind when he killed the first prisoner who charged at him one day and he realized how killing humans was so much similar to stabbing at animals -- like the cats hanging around in his apartment. "Jaejin?" a brusque man who looked like Hulk Hogan called out to him when he got out of his building. He turned to face him and nodded. "Franco." The man chuckled, knowing that Jaejin was a man of few words. "Nothing interesting today, eh?" Franco slurred and Jaejin nodded once more, taking long strides to take the man's side. Franco was not exactly the perfect father figure but he took care of Jaejin after said boy requested to be transferred to Kroésin from Nefel because he said 'it was too crowded.' Taking care was a nicer way to describe whatever Franco did for him. His presence was more of like a force field for the younger, having repelled so many of his haters just because Franco was a top-notch in their side. In return though, Jaejin had to sneak into the other buildings and steal things -- or kill people. Like a ninja, he once told the old man. Franco only laughed. "Anything for me?" Jaejin asked, peering up at Franco (who was a head or two taller at 6'3") from under his bangs. Franco snickered. "Besides sex?" Sex. That was another thing that the older did for him. The first time they met, he had asked Jaejin to bottom him and even though the younger was not originally gay, he complied, knowing better than to get into the top-notch's bad side. Franco sort of claimed him in this way though only they know that there was no agreement like that between them. Apparently Jaejin had a lot of admirers, his plump ass, pretty face and unusually dark skin stirred up the desires of some prisoners to taste something exotic. But Jaejin does not want anything like that right now. He lightly stepped on Franco's foot. Franco winced then chuckled again. "It was a joke." Jaejin remained silent. "But I've got one for you. There'll be new prisoners. I just want you to check up on them." New prisoners?, Jaejin thought and then smirked slightly. His stakeout wasn't supposed to be fun but he thought it'll be anyway. It had been months since they had new prisoners; he was included in the batch before this one. Pushing himself up from the wall, he looked over his shoulder and waved goodbye at Franco, walking past a few of his co-henchmen and towards the cafeteria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sirFroggerzz Posted March 27, 2014 Share Posted March 27, 2014 Gush. A warm, viscous liquid splattered across the young merman’s face. The fluid dripped down to his chest, down to his abdomen, along his thighs, and finally collected itself on the cold, concrete floor. It burned with warmth against his bare buttocks. He paused his actions for a split second to wipe the slimy substance from his eyes, then he resumed stroking his cock. As the red fluid continued to ooze from its owner’s shoulder, it made its way into the blue skinned creature’s mouth. Blood. Mino shivered in ecstasy. With a splat, the severed arm plunged into its own puddle of sticky redness. For a couple of minutes, it continued to twitch like a suffocating fish struggling to hold onto its dear life. With each thrash, some more blood flowed out from where the shoulder would have been. It almost looked like it had become an entity of its own, hopping some steps away before its movements slowed down. Beyiti watched as it “drew its last breath,” fingers barely fluttering. Index. Thumb. Ring finger. Index again. Then it lay lifeless. With bloodshot eyes focused on the detached limb, the sadistic stone dwarf cackled aloud until he was close to insanity. He trembled in excitement, to the point that his eyes may have popped out of their sockets, or a vein may have exploded in his brain. His own blood was boiling, all the way up to the top of his head. His breathing became shortened into little gasps for air; but even as he calmed down a little, his laughter seeped in between the breaths. He didn’t want the feeling to end. What can I do to make it last a little longer? Clenching his massive battle axe, he swung the weapon again. The heavy blade skimmed the side of the single-armed creature’s face and sliced off an ear. Splurt. More blood showered his masochistic slave, and Beyiti returned to his heightened state. Gesturing towards the limp object that had been so full of life a few minutes ago, the sadist called out to the panting merman still stroking his cock. “What’s wrong Mino? Go fetch your reward.” At his master’s beckoning, he scrambled to his knees and half ran, half crawled to the weasel arm. He picked up the article and started to prepare the fingers. First lightly licking the index; then taking three of the fingers into his mouth, he started to suck on the digits. “Huu— uuuuugh!” The delayed cry of pain resonated in the enclosed space, its echoes bouncing off the colourful thin walls. The human-weasel hybrid had been unfortunate enough to have stumbled upon a landmine. This eventful night had been the outcome of the creature’s carelessness: he had uttered the single forbidden word in the dwarf’s presence. The half breed had barged through the door and waltzed into the easternmost corner cell on the third floor of Kroésin without a care. It was the place to go if he wanted a blade. And although he’d been warned that the blacksmith was dangerous, he’d assumed that he simply had to look tough. The room was dark, aside from the single fire off to the right. He was trembling slightly in his place, but spotting the small figure in the shadows, he’d summoned up the courage to call out. “Hey shorty! Where’s your master? I want a blade.” The creature slowly turned around. In that second, he had seen a pair of mossy green eyes glint in the light of the fire. It was a dwarf with splotchy, dark grey skin; the texture resembled that of stone. He had a tall Mohawk running from his forehead, over the top, down along his spine, and all the way to the tip of his tail that was dragging on the floor. The pair of eyes peeking up at him had narrowed and then without a warning, a roundhouse kick had come flying at him, knocking him onto his back. That was when he had realized that there was another creature in the room, with his pants off, huffing at the scene. As he tried to get back on his feet, the ax had lashed out to sever his left arm. Finally feeling the satisfaction, the stone dwarf leaned on one of the less fallen-apart walls to admire his work. He struck his beloved partner into the ground and watched as the merman indifferently sloshed around the foreign substance with his tongue and continued to salivate the hand. By now, he had drenched the entire article in slobber. Beyiti stalked over and took the drool covered arm. Clustering the fingers together, he commanded the merman to assume a doggy position. Whack. Whack. The sadist tapped the arm against Mino’s ass hole, and proceeded to rub it along his butt crack. It wasn’t like the merman needed any preparing, but the half-dried blood added unnecessary friction. Each time the limb was pulled back, Beyiti let the tip of the middle finger slip into the hole. And with every stroke, a little more slipped in. After the fifth repetition, he suddenly shoved the entire group of fingers in. The hole contracted and not surprisingly, it got stuck at the knuckles. Gripping a buttock with his free hand, he added more force, pushing until the entire forearm was inside. The blue creature moaned. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayakashiu Posted March 28, 2014 Share Posted March 28, 2014 Ayden was lost deep in thought, so lost, that he wasn't aware of his surroundings. He knew he was being taken to the prison, and the most notorious prison at that, but right now he was having too much fun remembering. His objective was completed and that's all that mattered to him. He still felt the thrill of his step-mother's screams, how wonderful her begging sounded to his ears, how delightful her sight looked; tied to a chair with barbed wire skewering her skin and piercing her flesh through her light white cloth... he remembered the satisfaction he felt, when his face got covered with her hot almost boiling blood, when he fixed her legs to the floor using the biggest, most rusty screws he had found... the sound of the hammer as it hit the screws, the tremor of the floor under his bare feet as it was spiked, the smell of the torn-apart flesh that ascended to his excited nostrils and, the most beautiful part, the voice... the deformed voice that was singing a song of pain for him; an insatiable melody of death. A smirk curved his lips when those thoughts crossed his mind, he had realized his plans. His fists clenched involuntarily when he defiled those images in his head, over and over again, his vision blurring. Ayden felt, that his task had been completed, his goal reached. After finally getting rid of the monster that haunted his childhood, he felt like being freed, instead of imprisoned. Finally set free from an everlasting childhood's nightmare. One of those horrible dreams that never seem to cease, teasing your mind whenever it finds a moment of peace, thus, ruining any possible calmness to the soul and rest to the body. But every reward has a price, and Ayden was dearly paying his freedom. Not by being lead on that very boat to a jail he will never leave again... that was viewed as a mere pleasurable trip to him. The shackles he wore now weren't the walls nor the guards he will meet, it was his insatiable desire for more. Ever since that incident, he would drown himself in thought, almost regretting; not what he did -he was proud of it- but what he didn't do. He fantasized as a hardly hidden grin enlightened that angelic face of his making him look like a heavenly demon. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, when the Pink ship arrived at its destination. He looked around himself properly for the first time, but of what he saw, nothing really spiked his interest. He realized, he looked different from the other inmates. They all mostly looked like thugs, but Ayden didn't. He was often told he has the face of an angel - slightly longer blonde hair, that curled at the ends, radiant blue eyes and soft facial features. But most people never realized, what was hiding behind that face..not an angel for sure. He knew that will change, when he will be in prison, since everybody will judge him by his looks and he will just have to show them what he really is. He didn’t want to end up a play toy for some stupid brute..but on the other hand, he didn’t want to show his true form to anyone either, so shape shifting will be his last resort. "we'll play a fun game... it will be a masquerade ball!!" he murmured to himself "I certainly won't be the first to let my mask fall". The new prisoners started to disembark and Ayden was trying to catch bits and pieces of conversation. Most people around him talked about a place called Deisharp. He figured that was where they were being taken, although it didn’t really matter to him. Any place would be fine, as long as he would be able to have some fun. Ever since his first kill, he wanted more. Not even torturing his step mother for 17 days was enough. He was really proud of himself for coming up with that idea..a day for every year she was making his life a living hell. And he made sure she was alive all this time; no point in killing her too early and missing all the thrill that her wide-opened eyes offered, when in pain, her eyes were so saillainte that they seemed about to leave their orbits. As he was re-visiting those enjoyable reminisces, he couldn’t help but grin widely, probably looking like a madman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatPanda Posted April 5, 2014 Author Share Posted April 5, 2014 Watching as the newbies filed onto the boat, Rohi surveyed his potential catches. Some of them looked good, really good - some were real eye candy - but they all seemed pretty "stuck up". They looked like they were going to normal prison. You have no idea what it's like to live in Hamelda. You can't just be a goon that killed a few people; whatever you did doesn't matter, how hard you punch doesn't matter, what kind of creature you are doesn't matter, everyone here is an ass. You're just another ass in a pile of asses. You have to be strong and strong only exists when you know what you've got to do to survive. Rohi, himself, wasn't strong and he knew it. In fact he was weak all around: no amount of physical power or mental preparations could keep him on that island by himself. He didn't know what to do to survive. He was only there for one reason: his master. His master was on that island and he planned to stay where the man was. Sure he left the man sometimes to play around with others and rile him up but Rohi always - always - went back to him. That was the sole purpose of him coming here and staying. He could leave when he wanted to; he'd been allowed on the Pink ship that came and went before. It had nothing to do with charm, seduction, tricks, none of that. He just had a way with fucking men and he knew there was always a way to get at least one man on that ship to fuck him all the way back to the mainland. Why he never considered leaving was because his master had been convicted there and refused to leave. The man yielded to no one and would never sink so low as to rely on someone else to get him off the island. Sentenced to 600 years in Hamelda was considered light for what he did. Master had been conning people everywhere he went while blackmailing politicians. That was a daily habit, like eating food and conversing with people. What sent him off to Hamelda was when he mass tortured a city with electric shocks until they turned against one another and began to torture each other to beg for his mercy. The man took the light sentence as an insult and made the judge give him his full 2500 years - that still wasn't a lot for his lifetime. His master's crime wasn't anywhere near one of the worst ones, in fact Rohi's was worse, but his master's presence in the prison wasn't to be taken lightly. He was a real sadist and he enjoyed watching people writhe in their final moments before they died. What Rohi wanted right now was to be there, on the island, to see the look of excitement on his master's face when he saw the terror in their eyes. And Rohi wanted to be crushed beneath his master at that moment when he was at maximum hunger for torture. He loved the feeling of the pain his master inflicted. The small man snapped out of his daze, craving a good beating, and stood up when he saw a few interesting beings step aboard the humbler boat. Rohi's Wenhi legs, resembling thin cow hooves, brought him over to a settling Crocodile-like creature. With a hand pulling his bangs back, he squat down between the legs and started to pull down the pants when a backhand slap attacked his face in fury. "Damn homo! Wha're you doin'?! I ain't no fag like ya, go fuck s'mother shit!" Blood slipped off his broken lip onto his chin as a kick hit his groin. Grunting, he licked his lips and smirked. Has a bit of an attitude but he'll do. That instinct to hit is just what I'm looking for. Hell yeah, beat me more. Groaning in pain and desire for a beating he rolled over onto his knees. Holding his crotch to suppress a little of the pain, Rohi stripped the fabric off and spread his legs. His fingers dipped into his mouth and slipped them between his legs, into his hole that dripped with his earlier amusement's juices. The man stomped a foot on his raised ass and shouted, "Damn fag, I SAID, I don't want your ass!" Feeling his ass hole to be still usable, Rohi got to his feet with a light wince at the pain in his groin and laid his hands on a seat. Pushing his ass out towards the repulsive Croc, he retorted squarely, "I don't care what you want; I want that cock in my ass." He felt a kick land on his bottom. He mused at the pain starting to tingle his senses. Ah, that's it. Now give me a spanking. Rohi knew which bastards were real ones and which ones were wannabes. Right now, he was certain he'd found a real one; he wanted him to go beyond pain and into torture. "Come on you wimp, or are you too much of a sissy to plunge yourself into me?" At the last words, he felt a sharp sting on his cheeks. Letting out a long sigh, Rohi braced himself for the rain of curses accompanied by the pang of his intrusion. They nearly fell over as the boat jerked up and set them off balance. The penetrating member forced itself in faster at the unexpected motion and sent Rohi howling at the pain with his cries of pleasure. "Oh yeah baby, do me hard!" He commanded as a hand forced his head to come crashing down onto the seat with a loud thump. "Don'cha tell me what ta do, ya little slut!" Rohi barely heard the words as his head rang at the collision, leaving a smile on his lips. "Who else wants a piece of this shit?" The Croc bellowed with a grip on Rohi's right horn and his left ear. He had ears and horns resembling those of a cow like his hooves. Though the man could only grab one horn because his left one had been snapped off by his master. The pull on his head hurt and his ear felt as if it would fall off but a crotch came into view and grabbed his hair before anything broke. The pounding of both men on either end of him started and he became aroused at the situation. It wasn't enough though, he wanted more pain. He bit down on the one in front and heard a yelp before something beat down on his back, a bruise mixing in with many more bruises. His legs gave way as another hit connected next to his left eye. With only the man in the back keeping his body up, he heard curses before someone else came to lift his legs. His body was bent in half as someone penetrated into his full hole, spiking pain through his body. He screamed in pain, with his eyes shot open and the feelings piercing through his ass. It hurt, especially because it didn't fit nicely but finally feeling a decent amount of torture, his cock hardened and he let out a moan for more. He liked where this was going. By this time, there was a crowd of half naked bodies around. Some were doing their own thing but many didn't want to submit so waited their turn with him. There were a few impatient ones tried to rip him down from between the two, causing him to bend over in an awkwardly painful position. It felt good to have caused chaos in a crowd; it made him feel like the centre of attention. That's what he wanted, attention. He craved attention in any form he could get but he liked it as pain the most. Why? Because he knew it was genuine. The hatred and the anger in what they did to him was directed at him and no one else. He felt the attention on him and craved for more even as it hurt his battered body. Rohi's focus wavered and his thoughts went to his master. He wanted the man there, to be the one giving him all that attention. His master always knew how to beat Rohi hard. They had a very abusive relationship, where he would spite his master and the man would beat him until he couldn't move but it was mutual, they enjoyed every moment of the painful sessions. Rohi loved it when he came home from fucking a man and brazenly walked in naked with cum dripping from his ass. The man would narrow his eyes and shout berating word at the Wenhi as he tossed the smaller body around. The following inflictions of pain would be excruciating: whipping him continuously despite cries, forcing large objects into either end of him without reserve, beating his body flat until he gagged and threw up. It hurt a lot, but Rohi loved how his master never broke anything he needed and always patched him back up after. Even though his master had once been so angry, he swung a sharpened axe to Rohi's arm, it connected with the flesh but didn't break the arm off. The immense shock sent him into a blackout but he woke to it perfectly bandaged up and his body engulfed in his master's. The best part was how the man would always soothe his pains after in a possessive embrace. Rohi desired that kind of abusive love; that's why he was on this boat, collecting his evidence that would bring his master's fury to a higher level. He knew he was messed up but he didn't care. The pain felt like heaven to him and that's just what he wanted at the moment. The men finished tossing him around and he landed in front of a big Rhino. The man huffed at Rohi and scorned, "What's a piece of shit like you doing here? Did you shit yourself in public or something?" With a loud, ugly laugh he mocked the tired Wenhi. Rohi's memories resurfaced at the spite in the man's anger. He had broken down when his master was taken from him. He had absolutely abhorred the judge that sentenced the man away. When he begged to join his master, the judge had spat in his face saying he couldn't just shit himself in public to get into Hamelda, he had to do worse. The same words repeated now, brought back his anger. He had wanted to go to his master. The loss of the most important man in his life had drove him crazy with rage. Rohi had gone to a bar and gotten extremely drunk. Hazy and out of his mind, he had bawled his eyes out on a man fucking the life out of him. With his limp body tortured almost into shreds but not enough to match that of his master's beatings, he had gone to a strip club, danced on a pole buck naked, and lost control. Taking the judge's advice, he had snapped off the limbs of each and every being in his presence, torturing their pain tolerance. With the severed limbs in hand, he had strung them together and left. He had killed no one being without stren but he did something else that got him into Hamelda. He hung the banner of bloody limbs in front of the one building that urked him when he looked at how happy it was. He left the line of flesh and bones for the next morning when parents came to drop off their little children at a daycare to lay their eyes on the site of the gore. His own suppressed fury showed now as he stomped up to the man. "You don't know jack shit." At that, his eyes reflected those of his actions after the rage. He had went to the judge and knocked him out. Rohi took his own battered body and strapped himself over the man. He raped him over and over, feeling his ass grow sore but never caring. It hadn't been enough for him that he was raping the judge, if the man was hard, he could hardly call it rape. Rohi didn't know what to do to throw himself in prison with his master. He wasn't a sadist at heart; he wanted the pain on himself. He begged the man to hurt him, to take the pain away if he wouldn't let him go to his master. He had face fucked the man, forcing him to rim him but it only drove him crazy with the need to have something shoved up into him hard and tearing his ass. Having been fed up with it, he tore the man's daughter into bits and cut each part into little bits as he fed it back to the child whose life he kept sustained so she could feel his pain. He kept the two of them like that for a month, slowly chipping away at the mutilated body before it finally died. With the judge going crazy, Rohi went equally insane. It had been the hardest month of his life as he kept piercing needles into his flesh, then fucking the man with those needles between them. The judge had finally begged for Rohi to stop with the bargain that he would send him to the prison. That month had earned him his spot in Hamelda and Rohi was not taking any insults about his efforts to get onto the island. It had been so much harder than any physical pain he'd been through. No one could mock that experience and walk away from him. He lurched at the Rhino who was obviously a wannabe "bad guy" and pulled off the man's pants, "Why don't we hear what you did to get thrown together with - " He paused when he saw the pea-sized dick and threw his head back as the Rhino's face flushed and a kick landed on his stomach. His jaw stayed open along with all the laughter around the boat. With an angry grunt, he threw a punch toward Rohi. Falling over at the pain to his chest, he watched a guard run over and threaten to taser him. Gritting his teeth, the Rhino stomped off in embarrassment and left Rohi rubbing his chest. He stared in the direction of a brunette eyeing his way. The green eyes flickered the look of a real criminal and roused Rohi's needs again. His body was worn out but not nearly as much as he'd liked it to be. He lifted his arm casually and flicked his fingers, motioning for the other man to join him where he was. He wanted a good fucking; with or without pain didn't matter if this handsome creature would make him satisfied but it excited him thinking this one was capable of a lot of pain. His slender naked body spread out and he narrowed his navy eyes. He flicked his pale blue hair to the side and licked his lips, hoping for a positive reaction while a lop-sided smirk formed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted April 7, 2014 Share Posted April 7, 2014 Treven's green orbs trailed after a petit male, studying the smaller's walk with a swing of the hips. As it looked, the other was being utterly sensual. That assumption was proven correct to the brunette when he watched the petit creature seductively dropped to his knees before a crocodile-like brute with a sultry gleam in his navy eyes. An indifferent expression crossed Treven's face, his brow raising slightly with the scene before him. It seemed as if the sexual act wasn't happening at all; at least the guards wasn't seeming to mind such a voluptuous male with an intention to have sex. What caught the brunette more off guard was when the other bravely began to unzip the crocodile's pants, the built creature quickly refusing any service; albeit it didn't seem to go through to the other, the small petit man continuing his act, managing to successfully unzip the other's denim clothing. A wince was given from the green eyes male once he witnessed the smaller man getting attacked so suddenly, the bigger creature not being very fond of the other. --This is why I should stay to myself. Picking a fight so soon would be too much trouble. Treven thought with a heavy sigh, green orbs never averting from the scene in front of him. The petit male had managed to force the other into giving him what he wanted, more men surrounding the small Wenhi with an intent to fuck as well. Drips of pre-cum fell to the deck of the boat, the tall male, Treven, staring on with curiosity. The one that he was so interested in was seeming to enjoy himself, if the hard erection was anything to go by. --What a slut. The brunette said in his mind, watching as the small prisoner was tossed around like a rag doll. The chaos soon died into a reasonable manner, the one being fucked now glancing to a rhino who was now slinging remarks to the others. Watching the Wheni once again unzipping another's pants wasn't that much of a surprise; despite that fact, a cackle from the brunette reigned through the boat once the smaller male had managed to undo the cloth material of the bulkier beast. The wannabe thug didn't have much to show for such big talk. He was no bigger than three inches. Rapidly muffling his laugh and reverting his expression back to a stoic feature, the human once again glanced up to the interesting subject on the boat. Once green orbs clashed with navy ones, Treven's lips curved into a frown, eyes narrowing at the petit horned creature. The pale blue haired male was beckoning for him to come closer; an act that the elder male was not willing to perform. After a while, the brunette began to notice attention on him, a confusion now settling in his mind. Now Treven wasn't much for trouble before learning his surrounding; albeit it seemed like the hooved male was testing him as he did the others. The brunette glared at the small Wenhi, the bruised and beatened man steadily staring to him as if he had a problem. Gritting his teeth, Treven took the necessary steps to be next to the other, lowering his body sluggishly. After kneeling to the creature's level, lips by Rohi's ear, the tall male whispered. "Look, I'm trying to get to the prison with no problem, but you are causing me too much attention. I would rather you avert your attention elsewhere," Finger suddenly pointing to the crocodile-like creature. "because if he or any of his goons approach me because of you....I won't be nice. Your his little slut, right?" Knowing how whores could get men like him in much conflict; especially with that of a mafia's wife. He had been there before. Treven wasn't by any mean scary nor was he weak; he just liked to be aware of his surroundings before making a move. It was a strategy type thing. "Then you should beckon him and not me." Voice low with a deadly edge. Treven had found the one beside him interesting, true; albeit he would not go easy on the boy if he caused any dispute. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted April 23, 2014 Share Posted April 23, 2014 Gurtha sighed to himself as he walked through the prison grounds, looking around for anyone who would dare to meet his gaze. The elf groaned inwardly as he jumped down from the roof of a two-floor house and landed gracefully on both feet... Before he heard a light laughter that he knew all too well. The elf raised his head and suddenly let out a real, warm smile as a grinning boy ran up to him. The boy had light blue eyes and pale skin, as well as wonderful blond hair. His clothing, however, was a bit unusual - they were white robes and... A pair of harshly damaged white wings was sticking out from them. Gurtha smiled as he crouched down to catch the running boy and let out a soft chuckle when he gripped onto his shirt. "Gurtha! Guess what I did today~!" The boy asked exitedly as he smiled widely, his voice like one of an angel - though that was who the boy was - a fallen angel. "What did you do? Who suffered this time, Ben?" The dark elf asked with a soft chuckle as he walked to sit down on a bench as he kept the boy on his lap. "I'm not Beeen! Stop calling me that way!" The boy complained as he crossed his arms, but soon grinned and continued to talk, "You know Arnold, right? The old grumpy guy from our building? Yeah, he started complaining about how this prison was failing because weaklings like me were now kept here!" It was clear that Ben was irritated by that. "So I showed him~" The fallen angel grinned as he pointed at Nefel where blood seemed to be spilled everywhere and the old guy was... Without his skin - or more like, the skin was made into wings. "He screamed a lot..." The boy complained while Gurtha smiled and kissed the other's forehead. "He won't say a word now." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayakashiu Posted April 23, 2014 Share Posted April 23, 2014 Ayden had always been a single-track-minded person. He had always given any matter that particularly interested him, his full attention. When on the boat, he barely noticed the fights that were raging at every single corer of the doomed ship, as it teared the mist floating on the surface of water apart. He was certainly engrossed in his own thoughts, but he had only chosen to drown himself in his pleasurable fantasies, because he had judged that the spectacle displayed wasn’t worth his time. Childish, trivial, stereotypical, expectable fights. But above anything else, pointless fights is all what he saw around him. Not that he was against causing pain to others, in fact, that was a hobby of his – and obviously, the same applied to everyone carried on the same boat - but he worshipped the concept of having fun, while carrying out his hobbies. He preferred when the fights became more personal. He literally loathed anything that he could expect, anything non-creative enough to surprise him with its originality, which is why he simply couldn’t manage to grasp what kind of amusement did those prisoners get, out of smashing a skull to smithereens, just because “they felt like it”. So he just promptly ignored his companions to the promised paradise of death. No one seemed to deserve his attention at the moment. He looked around the island, seeing the four buildings. He figured no one really cared which one he would choose, so he decided for Deisharp, since that was the only name he knew. He just had to figure which one of the buildings carried that name. Nothing was really happening right now, but he craved for the satisfaction of a good kill; a good kill meaning him killing a worthy opponent, one that could actually stand up to him, or a personal vendetta. Either of those would be fine. He was planning on exploring the playing ground first, so he started randomly roaming the shore. Soon, he got just what he was looking for. He knew his looks would be noticed by other inmates and now he could prove he isn’t an innocent angel, but a dark beast, one should be afraid of. A prisoner, looking like he was made entirely out of muscle, had followed him, and as soon as they were more or less isolated from the raging disembarking group, he pushed Ayden brutally against a rock. His intentions were more than obvious. He thought he had found a nice toy. Ayden sighted and said with a calm voice “You really don’t want to go there…” The man next to him only snorted, saying “Well what are you gonna do, if I go there, blondie?” There weren’t any guards on the island, only prisoners, so Ayden decided he will have some fun now. He was bored the whole journey. He turned to the muscular man, deciding he will unleash some of his powers. No need to hide he wasn’t human here. He put his index finger on the other man’s collarbone, tracing it down his chest, around his bellybutton, coming to a stop on the belt of his pants. He looked up with the most innocent expression he had, purring “I’m going to make things hot…really hot…sure you are okay with that?” He saw the other man smile contentedly but his expression quickly turned to that of a surprise, when Ayden slipped his hands into taller man’s pants, heating his hand. A lot of people realized too late, that they were playing with fire when it comes to Ayden – literary. His ability was to manipulate heat; if there was enough heat, he could generate fire. He was a rare kind of shape shifter and he planned to keep what kind to himself. Well, the heat and the fire were clues enough, but people didn’t even know his kind existed. They usually thought he can use magic and he planned to let them think that further on. He slowly heated his hand more and more, seeing first shock replacing surprise on the big man’s face, then pain and fear, mixing together. The smell of burning skin reached his nostrils, making him take a deep breath, wakening up his senses. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OnyxAriezz Posted April 25, 2014 Share Posted April 25, 2014 I looked the buildings which was standing tall ugly against the clear sky and smiled amusingly. "So, this is my new home from now on, hum?" I whispered to myself and laughed out sarcastically. I was aware those eyes which was fixing at me as if I was going crazy. "He is going crazy just to get the view of the prison." I could hear them clearly. People really were funny, wasn't it. It's not like I have lost my mind just now. I have lost my insanity since a long time ago. I had been crazy ever since my eyes alighted on that man, the man whom I could nerve ever have, the man whom I love him so much that I hate him like Hell. Then, I found that a group of men walked out of the prison gate as soon as the guard left with the ship. I guessed that they must be the senior prisoners since they didn't wear any uniform. "Everyone line up." The gave the order to newbies and punched at the ones who refused to follow their order. I saw one of the seniors was turning a newbies into pulp with his powerful fits. Even if the newbies was crying for help, he didn't stop. He beat the newbie to half-dead and throw the newbie into the acid sea, watching him swimming in the sea with painful screaming until he disappeared. For a while, everyone was caught up by the scene of the newbie. "Everyone, this is what you will get if you disobey to your senior. You will see more later." The senior raised his voice. "Here, only seniority rule. What ever a senior said is the commend for you to follow." I only heard the silent from the newbies. "OK. Everyone get into the building. Your seniors are excited to meet you." The senior added in meaningful tone which I interpret that it was not good for us. Nonetheless, I saw that his eyes stopped at me. He waved his hands, giving the sign to some seniors to leave with the other newbies. Then, he approach me with a leer and lift my chin up to study my expressionless face. "Strip, Nympho. I gonna f*** you now." He was another silly clown, wasn't he? "I am not in mood." I replied in very simple way, but he laughed like Hell as if it was the biggest joke he ever heard. It took quite a while for him to stop laughing. Out of blue, he caught my chin in his hand and squeeze it to crack my lower jaw. "Nympho, you really are witty one. But, what I need is your ass, not you wit." He said, "Strip Now!" "Gentleman, I believe that your brain process properly. I am NOT IN MOOD. Even if you give your ass to me, I can't get hard." I replied, making other seniors to blast out into laughter while the man in front of me was all rage. "You...you..." He immediately punched at me. To my reflex, I dodged his blow and caught his hand, keeled at his heart as he fall down to the ground, making him couldn't move for awhile. Then, I twisted his hand backwards, dragged him near to the acid water, drown his face into the acid, and let the whole face of his dissolve. I straighten up my backbone and walked towards the seniors who were watching me with awe. "Can you guide me to my room, Gentleman?" I asked one of the seniors. I smiled happily at him when he gave me a nod unwillingly before he led me into the building which was the home from now on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loveless143 Posted May 10, 2014 Share Posted May 10, 2014 “Aww fuck!” I kicked the damn metal wall hard “You have got to be shitting me!!! I’m going to a island that’s actually a prison?!” I yelled at one of the guards. “Yup, oh but don’t worry, you’ll be with other bastards like you.” He laughed and I threw one of the crates there at him. “Fuck you ass wipe!” I yelled and stormed over to the window to look at the ocean. A remote island my ass, if I had to I would swim out of that place. No prison could hold me that’s why there sending me to this dump, hoping it’ll hold me this time. I replayed the last murder in my mind. I had just finished screwing the four delinquents, and was putting my finishing touches on them, they were still alive I love to hear them scream and beg for me to let them go before they met there maker. One was getting cut up with a razor sharp whip that I had made, two was having nails, screws and bolts getting jammed into every part of his skin, three was having a blood bath letting his organs flow out of him like seaweed out of a river and four was about to be hung with “whore” stitched into his chest with wood. Ahh they all begged me not to do this to them just as they all died the cops got there and finally caught up with me. Boo, I laughed loudly and kept replaying it over and over again in my mind. “Yo psycho were here.” I felt the boat stop and I looked out the window and saw the prison. “Ew this place is disgusting.” I sighed and walked in one of the guards there took me to Nefel. “What the hell is this place?” I asked as I looked around. It was aight nothing fancy. “It’s a prison you dumb ass.” The guard said to me. “Fucker.” I muttered and kept walking after he had thrown me in the building I wandered around and saw a crap load of people and frowned. “You have got to be kidding me, am I seriously stuck with a bunch of crappy old men and some wusses?” I complained out loud. I had snuck a few toys with me for my entertainment. When I said what I said one of the middle aged men stood up throwing a chair at me. “Who you call’n a wus?” I ducked and laughed as the chair flew over my head and smashed into the wall behind me. “Oh you heard that, excuse me I meant to say a bunch of jack asses who got caught.” A I ran my hand through my black hair with blood highlights my emerald eyes met his and the man grabbed me by my throat and shoved me against the wall. “You do know you got caught to dumb ass.” I reached my hand down to my shoe and pulled out my ceramic toy and stabbed this guy in the stomach slicing through his vital organs. As he collapsed on me I whispered in his ear, “I may have got caught but at least I came to have fun.” After that I dropped his ass on the floor and smiled at the rest of them. “Anyone else wanna have fun?” I taunted. This was gonna be fun, I was going to enjoy myself here… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sirFroggerzz Posted May 10, 2014 Share Posted May 10, 2014 Spluuuurt. Beyiti watched as the blue merman with dark markings wiggled his yellow flap of a tail in ecstasy and let his juices splatter across the concrete floor. Pathetic, the dwarf thought, referring to both other creatures in the room, just as he heard a groan come from the dying weasel in the middle of the room. Losing his interest in everything else, he picked up his stubby foot and stomped on the ass in front of him, “Clean up that disgusting mess. It’s unsightly.” He only kept the merman around because it was one of the few prisoners that were smaller than him. The silly Blue Tang merman was 139cm tall, a centimeter and a half shorter than himself (don’t forget the half centimeter, he’ll get angry). He liked that, that difference; he liked power and keeping this masochist gave him just that. He closed his eyes and drew in a hazy breath. The fire off to the side was dwindling now, producing more smoke than light or warmth. It was mucking up his throat; he needed to get some fresh air. He returned to his partner, hoisting the enormous double-bladed ax over his shoulder, and wandered through the corridors of the murky third floor. He reached a set of stairs at the end of the hall which led down to a door. When he opened the door, the sunlight of the oncoming dawn glared into his eyes. He’d been cooped up inside for quite a while, eight days, but that was considered a short period of time for him. The familiar smell of the moss on the trees brought about a nostalgic feeling. It’d been a while since he’d felt that excitement. His heart clenched a little as the nostalgia brought him to reminisce about his past. He remembered his mother, his father, and his old house. Unlike a lot of the other prisoners, locking him up on this damn island had taken something from him. Families. There were no families here. Not his own, but the families that he watched and envied and destroyed. 93. That was his magic number. He’d gotten ninety-three families before the police had caught up to him. It had taken them well over two hundred years to even realize that his slaughters had been the work of the same, single criminal. That was because Beyiti hunted for his prey; he went way beyond state borders, national borders, and oceans. Because his targets were so specific, he didn’t have a “comfort zone” like most others and the timing of the attacks were very much randomized. He had looked for the child, specifically an only child that was male. He had travelled all over the world, attending teen group counselling sessions. The confidentiality was perfect; it made it difficult for the detectives to track the people that were present. Usually, they were suffering from the same old drugs and alcohol. What always caught his attention though, were the stories of abusive families. He would befriend the poor souls with the physically abusive mothers and the sexually abusive fathers, and convince them that they could get revenge, that they had to get revenge. He had taught them to beat their mothers back. The bitches had begged; they always begged. After the long painful death, he would behead the wenches to later display in front of their main door and then he would dismember the bodies with his ax, hacking away until it looked like minced meat. And the fathers, he kept them alive and fully awake for the entire show. When the bloody business had finished— the real bloody business— he had taught the boys to rape their fathers. The harder, the better; if there was blood, Beyiti considered the job well done. When the act was finished, he killed the fathers and the sons as well. The tormented stone dwarf was under the impression that he had been saving these boys from their parents, from living the same torturous life he’d experienced. His own family had been of the same sort. His father, a drunk, had used him as a substitute for his cold, unloving mother. Every night, Beyiti had been used for his father’s sexual relief. During the daytime, his mother had beaten him. His maternal grandfather had been a well-known blacksmith so she had been keen on having the young stone dwarf follow the same path. He had been forced to learn the trade; the art had been drilled into him every day. What angered him the most was that his parents knew; they knew of each other’s crimes, and yet neither were willing to act on either knowledge. Although, he had to thank his mother for forcing him to learn the trade. The injection they gave all the inmates made a lot of the criminals that relied on magical abilities weak, or at least weaker than their norm outside of Hamelda. Blacksmithing, however, was a skilled trade, and Beyiti couldn’t lose that no matter where he went. As long as he had metal and a fire, he could forge any weapon of any shape or size. Because of this, he had been able to survive in this prison without being forced into submission. He rarely ever left his ax. Beyiti strolled along the shore. He often circled the island to survey his escape route; he was determined to get off this island, to get back to the poor little boys that needed his help. But today he let out a yawn, tired from a sleepless night and exhausted by the excitement. He placed his ax on the ground and curled up over it, intent on protecting the precious weapon. He tucked in his chin and wrapped his tail between his legs. His pale greenish Mohawk parted down the middle, from his forehead to the tip of his tail, and surrounded his body. The hair hardened into a clear metal shell encasing the stone dwarf. This was the source of his natural Pink. Despite its name, its natural colour is not pink but rather it is a matte clear material. Due to the complexion of his skin, the figure from an outside perspective greatly resembled a large boulder covered in small patches of moss. He fell asleep. ****** Hours later, the bickering in the distance stirred Beyiti from his nap. Still in a drowsy half-awake state, he heard a crowd— which he assumed was the highly talked-about newbies— bustling about. Trying his best to ignore the noise, he snuggled tighter; until two newbies that had strayed from the pack of disembarking buffoons wandered towards him. Thonk! The larger of the two shoved the other into the boulder that was the stone dwarf in disguise. The push had been rough enough to fully awaken Beyiti; it angered him to be hit. The smell of burning skin also drifted into the air, disrupting his calm and firing up his excitement again. He trembled with rage. Rocking himself back and forth to gain momentum, he rolled at full speed towards the pair of new prisoners. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayakashiu Posted May 26, 2014 Share Posted May 26, 2014 Ayden was bored with the big man already, since he didn’t even put on a worthy fight. He planned to kill him quickly, not wasting his time on him, when his keen senses detected something. Attack from behind? he thought, throwing himself sideways to dodge it, but since the big prisoner still clinged to him, they both tumbled awkwardly on the floor. Ayden let out a hiss of irritation, pushing the other inmate roughly away, cursing him along the way, then elegantly pulling himself up. He was barely able to dodge the attack, because of that worthless piece of shit, now lying on the floor. He felt a childish urge, to spit on him, but he figured the man wasn’t even worth the effort, required to do that. He looked around, trying to spot the attacker, since all he could see before, was some kind of rock. Maybe someone threw a big piece of stone wall at them? But when he looked at the rock closely, he could see that it was moving. “What the fuck is that?” he muttered to himself, moving closer to it to check it out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatPanda Posted June 10, 2014 Author Share Posted June 10, 2014 Rohi smirked up at the good looking creature, the human. Interest in the weak species was rare for the Wenhi but he adored the look of distaste in this particular one. The brunet's frown carried no arrogance, no pretense that he was more superior than his species should stand, but enough that he wouldn't stand out as a weakling to bully. That look was the exact type Rohi loved to play with. He wanted their attention - the ones who didn't care for the attention themselves but would rather give attention. Creatures of those types always gave him their best hits and their best care. The others, they were nothing but lemmings following what everyone else did. They flocked to the interesting and fled from the uninteresting all together, crowding together. They thrived in numbers. Rohi liked that this bastard seemed to stand alone, straying from the pack. It gave him an air of dependability. Yet he hated that the man wasn't interested in him. It didn't matter if the green eyes looked at him and had the potential to hurt if he couldn't act on it. The one horned male's smirk turned upside down, flaring in anger instead. It seemed he'd been wrong that the handsome had an interest in him. This man was perhaps just another little lemming in the crowd who was a tad defective. The lemming who jumped just the same as the others but, always hesitated when his life was on the line. A chicken with a well-crafted facade. Being wrong was nothing to Rohi but the little rejection struck him harder than he could take. The whole image the small creature had formed of the other crashed and became a flame doused with oil. The worst part was the insult his master was taking for the mistake he'd made. "Don't you disgrace my Master! He is far superior to sir Croc here who's got nothing but a loud mouth. My Master," he hissed at the human, "is the last person you will berate if you ever dare." Rohi was infuriated. No one should ever confuse who was his master. The hand that had gently beckoned for the attractive specimen only minutes ago now threw itself at the same specimen sharply. Navy eyes flashing suppressed anger, he pushed the human away from him and stood on wobbling legs. The former play thing - the crocodile-like creature - had heard the remark and approached Rohi in anger. "Who are you calling a loud mouth, you asshole?!" Rohi stomped passed the heated words, ripping his arm away from the one that grabbed at his. He was in no mood to continue playing with these nobodys. All he'd wanted from the brunet was some fucking and perhaps a little pain but he had to foul the mood. This had not been the intended result of his advances to the fake crocodile. The hooved fellow had wanted to spend his time on the boat fooling around before returning to his master calmly, pretending he didn't really want to go back but now his plan was trash. He desperately wanted to run back to the one man he knew would not ignore him. Yet he had to stay on the boat until docking lest he wanted to burn in the acid and perish. Rohi cursed as he made his way to a room below the deck. He would be spending much of his time sulking in isolation, naked save for the blanket he huddled in. The staring green orbs had ruined his fun. Rohi would definitely remember them. --------------------------------------------------- By the ships docking, Rohi was depressed and sluggish. He didn't have the energy to get back to Deisharp but he was excited to finally return. I want my master. The little hooves summoned up all his energy and dragged his dirty body back to the dirty building. Luckily the dock was close to Deisharp but it was disgusting, covered in all kinds of rubbish. Rohi never did know why his master stayed in Deisharp, the dirtiest place in Hamelda. He wouldn't be there if his master wasn't. Although he fit in just fine, he wasn't too fond of the garbage lying around. The smell though, he was somewhat attracted to. Who the fuck cursed me to be half cow? Angrily, Rohi sniffed his way back through the deliciously smelly building to his master's room. He was angry but he was silently happy to be back where his master was. He walked through the building naked as he usually was, provoking the other men to joke about his sluttiness. They asked a few inappropriate questions regarding the crusted semen covering the back of his legs. Some approached him and tried to touch him, get him to play with them, but he stared at them the way he usually did when he was unhappy. There was a twinge of unsettled desires burning but Rohi wasn't quite the obedient little masochist when he was upset and the other Deisharp prisoners knew that he should be with his master first before they tried anything. Sensing the unease from Rohi, someone spoke to him. "Ah, head for Nefel, he should be there instead." Rohi's navy eyes narrowed at the speaker, surveying the face of his informer, before he spun on his heels and sauntered away. He was tired and getting more upset that his master wasn't around but he'd go where his master went. If the remark turned out to be a joke and he couldn't find his master, he planned to snap on the spot and hurt someone severely. He was in no mood to be taking jokes from a nobody. All he wanted was to see one man and that man was not where he should be found. Pulling at his one good horn, Rohi left the building as slowly as he had made his way in. As much as he liked being thrown around, he didn't like being tossed around to look for his master. Sighing, he started to cross the island to the east building. He couldn't understand what the man would be doing on that side but he was too heavily bent on seeing him to think about why. The walk to the other side seemed to take very long, making him more irritated than before. With each minute that passed, he blamed his irritation more and more on the human that had ruined his mood on the boat, evoking a plan to hurt Treven if his master really was nowhere to be found. Though the brunet might be pretty hard to find, Rohi knew he'd find him eventually on the isolated island. Sighing to himself after such a long walk, Rohi finally spotted the tall building in the distance. His pace picked up in anticipation for his master's presence there. Walking toward an entrance, he spotted the guts of some poor soul who'd met with an unfortunate death. The bloody scene was nothing new to Rohi but it did make him excited. Perhaps Master did that. Perhaps he really is here. Although it wasn't the style of his master, Rohi was in the need of such a delusion. He was on the verge of going crazy from neediness. It reassured him that he was almost there, where his master would be. The Wenhi was ready to greet his master at Nefel when he found in his path a pair: one tall, pale figure and the other a small angelic figure. The elf's hair was pitch black making the red eyes glow bright as well as the blond of the angel, contrasted against the black of the elf's. He wanted to ignore everyone before seeing his master but for some reason his eyes stared right at those red ones. There was no interest in the little angel but the elf, on the other hand, had Rohi staring. Finally averting his eyes, he tried to stalk passed the two but still managed to hit a leg with his swaying cow tail. Without apologizing, he continued toward the building still wagging his naked butt happily in hopes of finding his master somewhere in the large building. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted June 10, 2014 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Treven green orbs followed after Rohi, closing slightly as he absent-mindedly rolled his eyes. The Whenhi surely had an attitude, as that what could be seen by the brunette. A brat that just has to get his way. Pathetic. Standing with an exhale, Treven glanced over to the crocodile that the small male walked past without a second glance, and shook his head. The reptile seemed as if he was just talk as Rohi had insulted, although that had nothing to do with Treven. He would just stay to himself until the boat docked, glaring at every individual who was in arms length of himself. XXxxxXXxxxXXxxxXXxxxXX Of course as the boat stopped at the island, Treven's attention was only glued to Rohi as before. Even though the other was a spoiled brat, the brunette was still interested, especially with the sultry swing in his hips. That was just an aspect that one couldn't change so suddenly. With Treven being unsure of where newbies travel to, also being too stubborn to ask, he sluggishly followed behind the navy-eyed Whenhi. At the sight of a building, in which the one-horned creature disappeared into, the human stood to stare like that of an idiot. He simply knew that the building in front of him was the one that Rohi belonged to, and who was to know what to expect? He was sure of the place he was assigned to, and the description didn't match well; so Treven knew for sure that this wasn't the place be belonged; plus, the green eyed man was sure that the brat wouldn't like the fact of being followed. Deciding on just taking a tour of his own, the brunette wondered into Nefel, taking notice of a dark haired elf with crimson red eyes. The human squinted, sneering slightly. There was way too many strange creatures for him. How was someone of his descent going to live in such a hell hole, but one thing was for sure; the elf was the closest thing he would find to a human besides other humans of course. Smiling slightly the the red-eyed creature, Treven opened his mouth to speak before witnessing Rohi once again appear. The Whenhi looked highly pissed. What would happen now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted June 12, 2014 Share Posted June 12, 2014 Gurtha could feel someone staring at him... At first he decided to ignore it and just continued talking quietly with Ben, but it soon got quite annoying. He raised his bright red eyes to see just who was it - and saw a creature... He wasn't even sure what it was. Half-human half-cow? The dark elf couldn't keep a smirk off his face as he snickered and leaned down to the angel, quietly whispering into his ear, "What bad do you think a cow could do?" Usually, when he was around the blond, Gurtha could actually feel relaxed... The young angel laughed and smiled at the taller male while blinking his innocent blue eyes. The light mood was ruined by a seemingly light touch to his leg. Gurtha glared at the other and lightly bared his fangs before straightening out his back. He dared not apologize? "Hey." He growled out softly as he stood up after seating the angel down and lightly running a hand over his hair. "Why don't you watch where you go?" The dark elf asked quietly, somewhat danegrously. He walked up to the other and tightly gripped his shoulder, his nails digging lightly into the flesh. "Do you have a death wish?" It wouldn't be too surprising if Gurtha did kill this guy... He ruined the mood and in general he wasn't such a pretty sight... At least for the elf. Ben, on the other hand, looked highly excited. He jumped down and ran up to Rohi, staring up at him with wide eyes. "What are you?" He asked softly as his damaged wings fluttered lightly in the wind. They weren't all that useful to Ben anymore... He couldn't fly, so they just showed that sometime in the past he used to be an angel... Now he had fallen, and there was no way of going back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatPanda Posted July 5, 2014 Author Share Posted July 5, 2014 "Hey"?! What kind of crude person uses such harsh manners to address a person? Rohi turned sharply to stare the elf square in the face. Before he could snap at the other, the dark figure snapped at him. Already irritated, Rohi was in no mood to be barked at. He had better things to do than to "watch where he was going". He'd hardly call a light tap with his precious tail anything to look out for. "Why don't you watch where you stand?" Rohi hissed at the elf and his angel friend. "A death wish I have but it doesn't involve you in the least bit. Buzz off." He was not amused. The wenhi pulled his aching arm out from between the nails, leaving a red line of scratch marks. His tail reflexively hit the elf again as he turned his body away to get the arm out. His sharp turn had him facing the direction of a very familiar creature again. Green eyes, the ones he couldn't forgive. Growling discontented, Rohi barked at Ben but also declaring to the others. "What am I? Don't joke with me. I'm a wenhi. Have you never heard of us?" He did not find the little one cute at all, not when he was displeased to see both the arrogant human and the rude elf in the same place. He stared at the handsome one and flicked his light blue hair. His navy eyes were sharp in irritation. Looking to the angel for a moment, he rolled them. "And no, I'm half cow but I'm not half human. Don't you dare think I'm anything like that thing." He pointed toward Treven as he clarified he was not related to the inferior species. Wenhis were often mistaken to be a close relative when they were not. Rohi brushed passed Ben as he glared at the human. "So you were attracted to me? To have followed me all the way out here, it seems you just don't like crowds." His voice came out mockingly, still upset about before. His appearance betrayed his harsh demeanor though. There was a childish pout on his face, clear that he would forgive the man if he proved to be a little nicer through this second meeting. He wouldn't mind the human to be kinder but he himself was not toning down his meanness. Rohi was too agitated to not shout each word that left his mouth. The masochist was so fixated on the three beings bothering his search that he momentarily forgot about the search for his master completely. Finding it amusing to return some agitation to the human stranger, the wenhi turned his back to the man and wiggled his ass - tail swaying back and forth as well. "Well, you can't have it now." He stuck his tongue out at the green-eyed male. "You, on the other hand, can have some." Rohi clung an arm around the neck of the mystery elf. Licking his lips, he glanced at the human while his arm slid down the front of the elf's body. He wondered if either of them would get angry. That would be something to keep him entertained. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted July 7, 2014 Share Posted July 7, 2014 Gurtha's eyebrow twitched at how rude the wenhi was. The dark elf narrowed his eyes as the smaller male managed to get his arm out of his nails, making the elf just more pissed. With a small motion of his head, he "told" Ben to go away. He didn't have to see what was about to happen.. Not even if he did most of it himself anyway. The black-haired male let out a quiet, annoyed sigh as he narrowed his bright red eyes. "I won't buzz off." He hissed out quietly while observing the ridiculous conversation with the human. When Rohi decided he could just throw himself on him, Gurtha barely held in a groan. Clearly, this guy didn't know what he was dealing with... The elf finally let himself put on a smirk as he put an arm around the other's waist and snickered quietly. "Don't mind if I do. For a price." He murmured out before leaning down, closing in the distance between their mouths with a kiss. Ben was long gone, so... Guess he could have some fun with this idiot. Was he a newbie? Well, all that mattered was him having good eyes... By good meaning delicious. Waiting for no answer, the elf slammed Rohi into a wall as the kiss became rougher. Sure, Gurtha liked sex, but... He wasn't one who just did it to do it. There still were at least minimum touches... The elf let out a low growl as he gripped Rohi's hips tightly to lift the smaller body up. Gurtha quickly got rid of his pants, ignoring any response from his current sex-mate. He nearly tore off the wenhi's pants to then simply slam himself in. Really, he'd done this so many times he didn't bother with preparation for others anymore. This guy asked for it himself, it was his own fault. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatPanda Posted July 30, 2014 Author Share Posted July 30, 2014 As Rohi's body collided with the wall, he let out a shocked but muffled "oof". This guy was really rude. He hardly made an attempt to do Rohi courteously, not that Rohi expected him to. He had just barked back violently which the other hadn't taken so well. If the elf was going to be violent, then Rohi decided he could too. The wenhi bit the lips locking his in a rough kiss, pulling on them between his teeth before letting his hands run up to pull the elf's head even closer to his. Rohi was practically suffocating himself against the lips. He gripped the elf's black hair tightly when his feet left the ground, anxiety starting to weigh on his chest as his pants were torn away. It seemed like things were going to get a little more than rough. And the feeling was right. He hardly had any time to take a breathe between kisses before the elf forced himself in. Rohi slobbered over the lips as he felt his hole get penetrated without preparation. A pained grunt escaped his lips and he tightened his grip on the hair. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." He cursed into the kiss. It sounded muffled by all the gasping he let out with the words. He felt like he was splitting. He'd only offered his body up to irritate the human but he was starting to regret it. It hurt even his slutty body and he wasn't in the particular mood for such forceful sex without his master. The wenhi knew there would be no sweet comfort after his abuse nor was this elf giving even the slightest damn what he wanted. He glanced to the green eyes, searching for any sign of interest. That was the whole reason he bothered to stop and taunt the two of them after all. Finding no sign, he became violent. His foul mood was not helping the situation. In fact it had gotten him into it. The only thing it served to do now was make him start biting the shoulder in front of him. I might as well try my best to enjoy this. He grabbed onto the neck with his arms and wrapped his legs around the waist. Thrusting his hips out of sync with the elf's, he tried to find a more comfortable position to be in. Once the pain started to dull out, he dropped into the same rhythm as his partner. Grunting unappealingly, he looked up at Treven for a reaction. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted July 30, 2014 Share Posted July 30, 2014 Gurtha was rather satisfied with his new fuck. This guy was just tight enough to still be pleasurable, and definitely knew how to please his partner as well. The dark elf groaned out at the bite to his lips, and replied in the same way before moving down and biting, sucking and kissing at Rohi's neck. He marked the skin while paying no attention to what the wenhi was saying or just the sounds he was making. The pull on his hair was surprisingly good, too. The raven continued thrusting into the smaller body in front of him, moaing out in a low voice before moving his mouth a bit more down, biting at his exposed collarbone. The red-eyed male was definitely glad for the newbies in the prison. He smirked against the other's skin, thinking about just how much he should take from this guy. He wasn't crying, so that was a plus... For now he'd take both eyes. Leaving a trail of bites up to the other's ear, the elf breathed out hotly. "If you don't do better, you'll end up blind." He whispered out in his most seductive voice before thrusting in a differed angle, trying to find that one spot that would make the wenhi moan out. His perfect body didn't have a single sign of exhaustion - not even a drop of sweat somewhere. He was still the same as when he just started. That was a thing he most certainly liked about himself... He could run for miles and still look his best. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatPanda Posted September 18, 2014 Author Share Posted September 18, 2014 Rohi grunted a few more times before taking a good look at the Elf he was banging. The red eyes appeared hungry, not just with lust but with the desire to take something from him too. He let out a groan mixed amongst his moans. He knew it was a bad sign that told Rohi he'd probably gotten himself into something dangerous. His impulsive spite would have him leaving probably without his one good horn or perhaps his hand still in tact. The Wenhi had no idea what the Elf intended to do but he knew he had to bolt before his mystery partner reached climax. They usually grabbed what they wanted when they were close. More often than not, it was the trigger to their orgasms. He struggled against the pinning the other creature had him in against the wall. Squirming around, he only achieved a more comfortable position to allow his ass to be penetrated. His mind was slowly falling back into pleasure instead of the need to get away. Moaning obscenely loudly, he vaguely heard the words whispered to him. There it was: his eyes. The bastard of an Elf wanted to take his eyes out! Rohi was going to be left with bloody eye sockets sans the very things they were to hold. He would become blind and ugly: two things that would likely drive his master away from him. Cringing at the thought, the small creature pushed the body in attempt to flee. He wasn't very strong though - especially when he was half-way to pleasure - so he could only submit to the idea of losing his eyes. The absurdity of the unfairness ran through Rohi's mind however. He refused to lose his sight; he'd be rendered near useless if he were unable to see. I have to get away. There was always the option of calling for help. Surely the human wouldn't stand by and watch, right? But the Wenhi hated that man; he was not willing to beg for anyone's help. As he pondered how to get out of the situation, Rohi felt a rush of pleasure as the Elf hit his prostate. In that instant, he stopped thinking negatively and considered what it'd be like without his eyes. Spellbound by the feeling of ecstasy, he marveled at the possibilities. Perhaps he'd enjoy life without sight. Fear of being unable to see sounded surprisingly thrilling. Rohi was curious. He wanted to try it. But that didn't make it any less scary. He still disliked the idea quite a bit. Yet, he was certain the Elf would take an eye whether he did any better or not so he decided, I'll make a deal with the Elf. Through ugly pants and gasps for air, Rohi grunted back, "You want my eyes right? You can take one." He pushed his face toward the other's. "But leave the other," he added in a low but sweet voice, "I still need it for a bit. I promise you'll get to take it when I'm done with it~" He cooed seductively. It'd be wonderful to try it without the blindness becoming permanent. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zombie_In_A_Box Posted September 25, 2014 Share Posted September 25, 2014 Gurtha realized the wenhi was beginning to squirm, yet that only caused him to dig his nails into the other's hips. The elf continued slamming in, drinking in the moans he was getting from Rohi. God, he wanted to make him scream. His red eyes flashed in slight craziness as his pace only picked up in speed, his balls slapping against the other's ass with each thrust. Soon enough he latched onto his neck with his teeth, biting and sucking harshly on the soft skin. With the flavor of sweat in it, Gurtha found his most beloved taste ever. Blood, mixed with the smell of sex was absolutely incredible! "Why would I only take one eye?" Gurtha purred, pushing Rohi's legs apart further to slam in deeper. He honestly didn't care if the other was uncomfortable, that simply didn't matter to him. All he wanted was someone to fuck and a pair of eyeballs. Simple, wasn't it? Gurtha was simple if you really looked at it. He didn't request for much, and he knew what he wanted when he asked for it. And this guy... For now, he wanted both eyes out of him. "If you can finish it up by riding me... I may think about it." The elf whispered hotly against the wenhi's ear, his tongue peeking out slightly to run against the other's earlobe. However, there was not so much time left for him. The raven let out a low growl, wild lust and hunger in his eyes as he moved one hand up, letting go off Rohi's hip. He could just take the eye right now... His thrusts became even more frantic as he sped up, expression filled with need while his fingers closed in to the other's eye. Oh, he could already taste the sweetness of his eyes... For a short moment, craziness flashed on his face before he dug his nails into Rohi's eyeball, then, without any ceremonies, simply tearing it out of the socket. A quiet, crazy chuckle left his mouth before it was filled with the sweet, delicious taste of the other's eyeball. Looking at the bloody socket and his expression, Gurtha found himself getting more and more aroused. He ended up slamming in harder and harder, his tongue lapping up whatever was left from the eye on his lips, absolutely fallen into the trance of all this. He looked like he was possesed by something like this... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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