by exalted » Wed Jun 19, 2019 12:30 am
(I guess I'll follow the trend and pick two....22... 56...)
Lena pretended to yawn through Violet's obvious over the top acting, rolling her eyes she didn't notice the name change or the way the deck moved itself to Matt and then her.
"Really? I thought we were done with Truth or Dare." she started, moving her left hand to mouth to stifle another yawn "Okay, Matt, I want you to..."
She paused as she saw two cards held between her fingers... how had they.... she looked down, wide eyed at the deck of cards that had appeared beside her inside the sleeping bag.... how had they.... she tried to turn the cards away, twisting her hand to stop herself from reading but the card text appeared on whatever side she switched to instantly, her eyes growing wider as she read the text.
No, that couldn't be.... there was no way she would....
"FUCK!... MY ASS!" she yelped, jumping up in a flash her right hand covering the fresh brand on her right buttcheek as the room smelled of cooked bacon for a moment, her towel falling away unnoticed by her.
Stumbling back and hoping up down in pain she backed into the old table holding the ice cream, placing her hands on the edge for a moment to steady herself and catch her breath. A moment was all she had though as her hands suddenly slipped right through the table, or more the table surface warped and let her hands through before reforming to trap her wrists behind her. She panicked as the room was suddenly filled with loud sharp cracking sounds as the hardwood table appeared to nearly spring to life and reform as something else.
The ornate table legs, creaking and cracking, splintered and reformed in mockery of knees and joints as they walked forward, dragging her on her knees to the centre of the group. The edge of the table stayed as a firm bar that ran across her shoulders and back and under her elbows, trapping her arms behind and to her sides and forcing her back to arch up and proudly present her perky tits to everyone in front as her hands where trapped in strange locks. The centre of the table began to hold back and disappear, giving a clear view and unimpeded access to her to her rear and fresh branding, the sides remaining at her flanks to give rigidity and strength to the whole contraption. All the while the items and food on the table shifted and moved whimsically as in dancing to the strange snapping sound of the wood, in the end the toppings, sprinkles and syrups ended up on the bar behind her head and shoulders while the bowls and ice cream rested either side of her.
Lena's face flushed bright red at how exposed she was, and the shame of having some strange branding upon her ass of all places. Writhing and straining against her restraints, she tossed her head about, shamefully watching the group for how they were reacting to her plight when she saw Matt walking up from the corner of her eye.... damn that... wait she could tell what to do still.
"Matt... Matt I want... I command you to get me off...of...rrrrrrrrngh out, get me out of this thing," she stammered, flushed from the sudden turn of events.
(As Matt is, supposedly, the master I'll let him decide what his brand looks like)
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exalted on Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:45 am, edited 1 time in total.