188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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7 for slaves okay?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Oh Rose, how did you end up here? I'll have to buy you now, and there are rules about slaves here.

It's not legal to treat slaves as people on this planet, see. If you aren't constantly beaten, publically raped or otherwise brutalized in obvious ways I'm going to get in trouble. And if I don't buy you someone worse will, I don't want you to wind up on the feed lots.

*He sighs, then calls the slave trader over and buys her.* Now then, what do you want me to do to you?

Should be, yep!

[lone_defender]

[Clever witticism, where have you gone? Oh riiight, she must have dropped it somewhere around that weekend she spend waiting for sale. Blast.

Oh well, so. Spluttering and gaping instead.] Just--just let me go, then!

[ofdrumsthesound]

I can't without a long, involved hearing that will take more time than just waiting for rescue--or even making a bloody VM from scratch.

*And suddenly his hands reach into her pants.* I'd rather not leave scars, dear.

[lone_defender]

[She should probably keep her cool better while in front of the traders, but she's had a long day and is frazzled, so she flails and smacks at his arm.] Oi, stop that! What're you doing? What scars!

[ofdrumsthesound]

The ones a proper beating would leave, of course.

And I'm going to rape you, because it's a traditional way of showing how much I like my new slave. The other way is to break your legs and drag you off by the hair, so be thankful.

*He pulls his pants down, revealing his erection, then starts to undo hers.*

[lone_defender]

[This is...unbelievable. At first she just stares at him, waiting for him to follow that up with 'nah we'll just start running now', but the shock dissolves by the time he's reaching for the clasp of her trousers.]

N-No! [She stumbles backward and smacks at his hands. There's a door in here somewhere, where is it? She can make a break for it herself if he won't.] Knock it off, s'not funny!

Yay for memes not counting

[ofdrumsthesound]

No, but I for one would rather not be shot for running. And to be honest you're quite pretty.

*With that, he forces her back against the nearest wall and kisses her brutally. His hands open the clasp of her trousers and shoves them off, then starts to rip at her underwear.* I am sorry about this, Rose, really I am, but I haven't had fun in a while and you know I'm insane.

Hah, yes.

[lone_defender]

[Well that's one failed shriek, then, with the--she refuses to call it a kiss, but it's not stopping her struggling and flailing to either overcome his strength or squirm free of the wall and run. She'd actually rather be shot...in the leg or something, and plan an escape from the hospital.]

M-Koschei please just...just stop it, we can find another way.

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He grins, that cruel Master-light in his eyes.* Which side do you want it, dear? I tend to like being sucked, but that requires cooperation, so you can choose either of the lower holes. If you can't choose . . . well, I'll just have to take both of them.

Sorry about that, had to run to the store.

[lone_defender]

[She does not like that light. She hates that light. If not for the wall, she'd shrink away, and if not for her things being stolen she'd shoot him. She's got a really good gun for that. In lieu of both, she just...clamps her legs shut and shoves at him.]

Bollocks to tradition! Why d'you even care about it? Just--just kill all of 'em!

It's okay

[ofdrumsthesound]

Because there are rather a lot of them. And because the drums are singing so sweetly. Oh Rose, can't you hear the drumming? They're quite upset with me, yo know, I haven't enjoyed what I am in far too long and they're letting me know that.

I think I'm going to stop fighting for a while, Rosey. Say hi to the drums for me. *And then the part of him that thinks the drumming hurts if quite abruptly gone. The worst parts of the Master are in charge now, and rape is no longer disgusting to him. He rips open her underwear and presses himself to her, grinning like a demon. His tip catches her and he slides it in with a hiss, then thrusts.* Struggle for me, human, and I won't break your neck once I've used you up.

[lone_defender]

[That transformation, twisting from friend to madness is one of the most chilling things she's seen in...a while. She's faced the end of the universe and it wasn't as frightening. For a moment, she's so startled and frightened by it she forgets what she was saying or doing before.

Then he's surging forward, and her scream is only partly because she's just about the opposite of being ready for that. She vaguely registers what he says after, but it's really blind rage that motivates her to claw at his face.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He howls and slaps her hard across the face. His thrusting increases, headed towards a climax, and he moans with pleasure and pain.* You're so good, I think maybe I'll keep you.

Ooh yeah. Tell me, girl, have you ever taken it up the arse? I like them virginal back there, they scream more that way when I take them dry. That's part of what was fun about the Freak, he tightened up every time he died.

I'm about to come now, brace yourself. *He bucks against her.* So close, almost there, oh yes oh yes oooohhhh . . .

*His seed is colder than a human's would be, just like everything else about him. And after a moment of panting he flips her around and starts feeling his way up her back end.*

[lone_defender]

[Her hands scramble at his shirt in an attempt to...shove or claw at him again, but there's just not very much room to move or get any leverage to do anything effective, and his every movement still hurts. She kicks at the back of his shins anyway, and almost laughs at the slightly hysterical thought that races through her mind, at least it'll be done quickly.

It's not at all reassuring when she's spun around and shoved too tightly to the stone wall. From this position her kicks will be little more than ineffectual writhing.] Please--just...it's done, just stop it!

[ofdrumsthesound]

Not quite yet, the drums are still so very loud. I live for them, I am their chosen one, and you will suffer for your Master!

*he forces his way into her again.* You're so tight back here! Such loveliness, oh yes, you've got an amazing arse.

Beg me to do you fast, human, I feel like staying here a while. Make me a good offer and I'll even bring you home. *He moans* If you let me hurt you the drums might even quiet down enough that I'll be able to remember why you seem so important to me, but that'll probably require time with a whip.

[lone_defender]

[She shrieks and once she has breath she wails and claws at the wall, digging her nails and fingers into the stone as much as she can because any other sort of pain than the intense, stabbing, overwhelming sensation of--of--she doesn't answer him. She might not have the ability to speak coherently through all of the pain, and it's not just the tearing and the damage he's doing that hurts. Not nearly.]