Rape Dungeon Express IC (Slaves And Masters Needed)

[Reapergod36]

So your in a dungeon area. And whoever is your master should setup a scene soon...

[BlueLight]

SAL

Sal is laying on the smooth stone floor with his looking up. He's having a hard time breathing and the reason is because of the girl laying on his chest and his weak Constitution.

For the most part your where your clothing but for your shirt that is on the ground some where.

Claire part is on hold until Raven contacts hades and works things out over there.

Claire
Claire is hands are hand cuffed to a pull and a blanket that feels like it came from a air plain is covering your back and the back of your head. You can't see in front of you but you can see below you.

BOTH
Your both wearing your last pair of clothing and your both in the same room.

[Saliar]

Sal woke up. He had a headache. "Ugggghhhhh..." He realized there was a female on top of him, and he was stripped half naked. "Uhhhh...." He was scared to move.

[BlueLight]

Lina uncurls from on top of her pets body.
She seductively walks on on all fours over her pets body.
"Your mine" She says in a seductive manner and lowers her lips to his and bites his lower lip not letting go. She isn't biting down on his lip just grabbing it with her teeth.

[Saliar]

Sal attempted to push the furry female away. "W-what's going on..." he was still dazed. He attempted to sit up.

[Osiriscot]

Carissa:
Carissa awoke in pitch blackness. Everything was stuffy and she could feel her own breath being thrown back at her by an invisible wall directly in front of her.. though after a moment, she realised it was just that she had a black cotton bag over her head. Suddenly, a light so blinding that she was forced to shut her eyes and withdraw.. the bag was torn from her head and a bright lamp was being shone directly in her face. He hands were tied behind her back with a cable tie, so there was no way of using them to shield her eyes from the sight. The silhouette of a man was stood in front of her. He tossed the bag aside then leaned down to look her in the eye, though she couldn't make out any facial features except for a thick moustache and a pair of glasses.

"Welcome, my girl... how are you feeling today? My name is Gordon.. but you can call me 'Sir' or 'Master'... tell me, what is your name?" He asked pleasantly, and though she couldn't actually see his mouth, she could tell he was probably smiling.

[MelissaB]

Gordon

Carissa blinks repeatedly trying to get her eyes to adjust to the bright light struggling against the resistiants holding her hands; She breathing becoming heavier and more panicky a essence of worry covers her face as she tries and fails to get free them. as she gets a better look at the face looming over her she tries to put up a defiant front glaring at the nearly unseeable man. Hearing the man speak her expression changes from worry to fear."Ca-Carissa..." she speaks in a meek frightened voice. "L-let me go!" She struggles more firecely puffing up her chest trying trying to look threatening dispite her compromising position.

[Osiriscot]

"My darling girl... why would I do such a thing?" Gordon chuckled, still leaning down in front of her. He began playing with his moustache with the thumb and forefinger on his right hand as he inspected her, muttering under his breath.

"Yes.. yes.. I think we'll probably get a good bit for you, won't we? Open your mouth, let me see your teeth." He asked politely, though in truth it was little more than a veiled command.

[MelissaB]

Carissa winces slightly as he chuckles away her plea. "I'm- I'm not yours." She turns away from him feeling incrasingly uneasy with how he looks at her, like she's a some thing on a shelf. She faces him as he contunes to speak cringing at just what this man may mean by "Good bit for you." shaking her head as his request refusing to be analyzed before looking down at her own body.

[Osiriscot]

"Oh? Going to fight me, are you?" Gordon asked, an arrogant sneer on his face. He stood up to his full height and folded his arms, looking down at her like she was nothing more than a stray dog.

"I think you'll find it difficult to do that on your knees with your hands tied. Now do as I said and open your mouth. You will find I can be a very nice person.. or I can be a very nasty person.. it is up to you to decide whether you want to please me or make me angry."

[MelissaB]

Carissa gulped hard under his gaze shifting around on the floor putting weight on one knee then instantly back to both failing to get comfortable on the floor. " she nodded at his words slowly opening her mouth to reveal her flawlessly pearl white teeth. keeping her mouth open dispite the saliva building in her mouth.

[Osiriscot]

"There's a good girl." Gordon said as he leaned down again. He put two fingers into her mouth, apparently checking her gums like you would if you were going to buy a horse. His fingers tasted odd.. almost metallic, like a penny. Once he was done checking her gums he tried to push his fingers down her throat, checking her gag reflex.

[MelissaB]

Carisaa squirmed under his inspection closing her as if trying to wish it away. She tries to place the taste tilting her head to the side involutarily. Caught by surprise her gag reflex kicks in trying to expel his fingers opening her eyes wide with surprise while doing so. It takes her a few seconds to get hergag reflex under control; Forcing it to stop she looks up hoping she didn't aggrivate him.

[BlueLight]

Lina gave no fight to the push. She then took a baton and hit him in the the middel of the forehead giving him a sting and said "Bad slave".

((sorry fell alseep and rushed this. Wont post any time soon.))

[Osiriscot]

"Mm... well done, little girl. You're doing very well indeed. I think you've earned a little honesty from me.. so I'll allow you to ask one question and I promise to answer it truthfully." Gordon said as he removed his fingers from her throat and wiped them on his shirt. Carissa's eyes had adjusted to the light now and could see that he was in fact wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, and on his face sat a thick brown moustache that matched his short, thick brown hair.

[MelissaB]

Carissa opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She repeated this once or twice before finally managing to get the words out in her frightened voice. "What are you going to do with me?" She looked up with fear gulping, dreading what his answer may be. seeing him more clearly she quickly scanned him over trying to make a mental note of his features and physique.

[Reapergod36]

Kate

You awake in a barred cell, as you move around you feel something slimey touch your neck. It's your hair, when you try to lift your arms to touch it. You feel the sensation of soft skin, wrapped in stockings. As you look up you see Mistress Sasha is sitting on your back, her knees are on your arms. And you're on your knees, with your face to the floor. Her weight is too much and you've been stripped completely naked. The Mistress has a smirk on her face, and seems to be running her hands through her own hair with her eyes closed.

Appearance for the the Mistress: She's a stunning 6' 8" tall, blonde hair, tied into a slightly long ponytail. 10 1/2 sized feet, she is human. And is currently wearing a school girl outfit, with a dark green skirt and no shoes.

[Osiriscot]

From where Carissa sat, Gordon looked quite tall and perhaps well built, but his white work shirt prevented her from being able to gauge anything much about his body build except that he clearly wasn't obese. He tutted for a moment and then sat down on his haunches, coming face-to-face with the kneeling girl again.

"Well.. I said I would answer truthfully, so I won't lie, but I will warn you in advance that you won't like what you're about to hear." He said, then cleared his throat.

"You, my dear, are here because I am to 'break' you, so to speak. Once I have done that, you will be sold to the highest bidder as a sex slave.. and in all likelihood, the rest of your life will be spent as a piece of meat to be used by the men of the world as a receptacle for their various bodily juices." He spoke plainly in a very matter-of-fact way, as though it was the most mundane thing in the world.

"Now.. the 'breaking' process can be a long one or a short one.. it depends on a great many things. Firstly.. if I enjoy your company, I will of course try to make it last longer and stave off the clutches of whichever oppressive man-beast decides to spend their hard-earned cash on your tight little touchie.. although, equally, if you cause me a lot of trouble I will also try to make it last longer, but it won't be nearly as pleasant, oh no.." He gestured towards a nearby metal table with an evil grin on his face. The table was laid out with various painful looking impliments.. spiked dildos, nipple clamps, a piercing gun.. even a dog whistle.

"So.. let's get started, shall we?"

[MelissaB]

Carissa nodded when he first spoke but her expression grew into one of horror as he continues to explains what will become of her; Her began to whimper before finally crying, tears rolling down her cheeks shaking her head in denial. "No this is a dream, a nightmare a cruel sick joke!" she continues to sob uncontrolably. she looks up at him pleadingly "Please... Please just let me go... I'll give you money." as she keeps crying her body shakes visibly unable to comprehend why this is happening to her. As he points to the table her eyes go wide in absolute terror making her go silent as the grave. she is scared so much that she stops crying. It takes her a few moments before she finally able to bring herself to speak again even then it's barely above a whisper. "Please... just let me go home... Please."

[Osiriscot]

"You know.. I really wish I could. Beautiful girl like you.. you belong out in the world, not in some Arabian oil baron's pleasure palace. But.. that's not up to me. I'm here to do a job. And you can either make that job more pleasant for me, or less pleasant for the both of us." He stood up and, without a hint of emotion, undid the zipper on his trousers and pulled out his flaccid dick.

"It's time we got started. This is the first test. Now.. I want you to think long and hard before you decide to do anything rash here, because.. your performance on this -particular- test will determine exactly what tests you will endure next. They can either be fairly mundane.. or.. I can start using these implements over here." He gestured to the metal table.

"So.. test one.. suck it." He said calmly, standing close enough to her that she could easily reach his crotch with her mouth if she wanted to. This was simultaneously one of Gordon's favourite and least favourite tests. On the one hand, it separated the submissive girls from the ones who were going to cause him trouble. On the other.. it tended to get quite painful if the girl in question turned out to be a biter.