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[float=right][/float]As Nicolaus mates me for the master, I can feel something else, being pushed down, and a brief flash of pain before it doesn't matter anymore. I do notice that Nicolaus starts moving faster, and I growl. Master must be released! The air is tingling. Something is clawing violently at my mind, and it causes me to collapse between the two males, holding my blue hair as I push my fingers against my throbbing head. I smell blood. Pain, so much pain. I look to mas... t.... th... that thing... in the ice... Pain.... blood... I grab the flesh beneath me, and to my sickened surprise, it rips.

"No," I say. I start to struggle violently between the two males. I know how I got here, I remember everything. Nicolaus did something, when he looked at me. His eyes, his blue eyes that were brown. He seduced me with something I didn't even understand. "Aggghhhh," I say in response to the pain, of not only stolen virginity, but of two cocks inside of a just recently whole passage. I have male hands on my hips and my shoulders, holding me steady for the mating that I don't want to complete anymore. Yet it's hard through this ripping pain to form cohesive sentences. Tears fly off my face as my body bounces violently between them, my struggles for naught. "Please!" I cry out, the only word I can manage as I uselessly struggle and push, trapped snugly between two powerful males as I am.

I don't understand how I came to think those things, how Nicolaus came under their sway. He was a good man, a kind man. What happened to all of us, rutting like animals? That thing in the ice is trying to escape, and it's too late for me to stop it. My idiocy, I'm the one that came up to the deck first, like a stupid puppy dog seeking her master. Nicolaus was the only one I knew in the whole expedition, so is it his fault for falling under Grelth's sway or mine for falling under it and helping bring others in? Either way, I'm trapped uselessly and all I can do is scream. So I do. Everything I thought, all that I was told, all that I somehow believed, it's not so right anymore. We are not meant for this. I need to work on my mind, keeping things out of it. I cannot move, I can only cry as I think of all that has changed, kicking and pulling, desperately trying to get out of this, those thoughts still aching on the edge of my sanity, not pushed on me as of right now they burn me, they hurt, please... please let me go... someone, someone help...
« Last Edit: September 04, 2013, 10:16:18 PM by Bones »
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New turn, all below deck now. Sequence as follows

Mob 1: 23 (C)

CeCe: 22 <--- Is Up!

Nicolaus: 21

Aspen: 19

Schultz: 17

Adrian: 14

Lacy: 12

Pike: 11

Gunnar: 10

Everschmitt: 7

Mob 3: 5 (L)

Mob 2: 4 (A)

** Consulted with CBM and rolled CeCe back a bit to still straddling her "lover" **

The quartet on CeCe, her current "partner" spent, lifts her, keeping hold on her as she slowly returns to her own thoughts, using the disconnect and confusion between influenced thoughts and free will to impale her on yet another, the former inhuman rapist now among those holding her captive for yet another violation.

Shlutz, Gunnar and Everschmitt emerge from the stairwell to a scene from a pornographic horror film, a dozen of the blue-fleshed creatures massed around the forms of Aspen, CeCe and Dolly, clearly raping them, tattered clothes, blood and torn flesh and as you watch, the looks of fanatical ecstasy give way and are slowly replaced with dawning horror, as though the women had just woken to this from something else, some addled state or delusion. The first action is CeCe's, still held by monsters and requiring more than a bit of fight to get free.
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It was like the dawn... sun attacking the night until it is burned away. Frozen. Burning. CeCe could feel something in her, underneath her, like sitting on an iceblock.

Breathe. Get enough air in you and you can wake up and warm up. This is a dream. About a monster. Or maybe someone in a pale-blue wetsuit, slick and cold.

Fear, a weight on her chest, made it hard to breathe; the cold doubly so. She struggled to draw in just enough to scream. Nothing. That icy rod in her, being pumped by the slippery creature... she felt a shock flash through her and the air came. Filling her near-starved lungs.

She thought it was wonderful until she realized she was actually being raped by something. She drew another breath. More oxygen awoke her brain. Get this thing off me! She didn't exactly scream it, except to herself. It seemed so intent on its own pleasure, it didn't notice her at all. Until she dug her fingernails into its face and tried to heave herself away.

Tried. It's arms wrapped around her. She flailed around, pummeling it with her fists, beating its chest, trying to drive its own air out of its lungs. Working to dislodge it, working to fling it off. Even though she sat astride the thing, she felt she could not simply pull away from it. CeCe had never thought of herself as weak or unable to defend herself. But whatever this was, it was not going to let her dismount easily.

What if she was somehow fastened to the thing? She should be able to rise and pull it out, so to speak, but nothing of the sort was happening. She dug her nails into its chest again, trying to get some response other than its continuing pistoning in her.

Another deep breath. "HELP!!!! Get me away from this! Anybody, please HELP me!" That scream used up all the air she'd pulled in and she gasped again, trying to get a fist into its face. She crashed down on its nose.

Again: "HELP, oh please, oh please, HELP ME!!!"

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CeCe struggles in vain against her four captors, seeming to focus so utterly upon the one violating her that the other three holding her writhing form may as well be invisible, but all too tangible, bondsmen.

Nicolaus, the tightness and heat and struggling all conspire, the friction of a second male sliding and rubbing as she shrieks, screams and fights the inevitable. Her former professor, scarcely recognizable at this point, lets out a monstrous and inhuman keening, a hissing ululation of primitive release heralding a thickening and pulsing surge of his deeply buried cock within Aspen, a cold seed, voluminous and powerfully spurting begins to fill her, quickly forming a pale froth as the other continues his frantic assault. Around them, the air chills, the dim azure nimbus brightening and showing as a smoky haze in the trembling air, at the edge of audibility, muffled cracking sounds can be heard, as though deep within ice a pressure is growing, straining. An electric sense of urgency fills the soul of all in the area, a grim horror or joyous elation depending upon perspective, in either case it is clear that something monumental is near and time grows short indeed.

** Aspen is up. **
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[float=right][/float] The seconds seem like hours as I'm trapped between these two men. One I don't know, and one I knew once. Tears streak down my pale face. This is all my fault. The struggling gets me nowhere, I'm being raped and that is all there is to it. Trapped in the strength of two, pleading with anyone to help me.

But it's too late. The creature that was my professor cries out a sound that grates on my nerves, burning the air and causing anemic spasms of pain and fear from me. Tears slide down my cheeks as he releases inside of me. Oh, oh no, no! They're going to kill me to stop whatever spawn is inside of me now! I start crying harder, collapsed between the two males. My wet, blue eyes scan the ice.

I can hear the cold in the air, feel the cracking ice. "We have to stop him!" I cry out, feeling like an idiot. Of course we do, and we never would have gotten here if it weren't for me. Knowing this, I slump forward weakly, the strain of knowing I caused this forcing me to give up the fight.
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Aspen also is rather helpless at the moment, sandwiched and firmly in the clutches of her attackers, she can but call out for aid.

**Schultz is up **
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Not sure where everyone currently is in adjacent to entering, so I will keep mention of character awareness left for next turn.

I forward in down the set of stairs, my grip tightening, heartbeat though rapidly writhing. All self thoughts are suddenly thrown far back in my mind when I find eyes on the most disturbing and demented of sights. These creatures, terrifying and dangerous as they were, now violate and desecrate and have their way with the crew.

I gag to the atrocities. The longer I linger the more it perplexes me to believe my eyes. What is going on here? Am I even awake? Have I fallen asleep? Is that all just all some intense psychedelic nightmare of no yet awakening?... Damnit Schultz. Get it together. These people need aid, even where aid is perhaps folly.

With not another second lost in awe, I charge in at the first grim I see, screaming a war-cry for all to hear. I just hope it is not too late to save the others.

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[float=right][/float]Bellowing a war-cry evocative of his Germanic heritage, Schultz charges into the fray, seeking the nearest person in distress which at the moment is still Dolly, only a few feet from the base of the stairwell. In deference to the close quarters, he opts to give her attacker a solid clout on the back of the head with the butt of the sturdy ice ax, dazing the beast long enough to extricate it's victim. Dolly is like a rag doll, limp and rather insensate from her injuries and the ordeal, at least for the moment.

Many small dramas play out slowly, the action all overlapping and moving in parallel in the murky, blue-hued stage of the cargo hold.

Adrian is up!
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[float=left][/float]A laugh erupted from Adrian's throat, but it didn't sound like him at all. It was a horrible sound, filled with a mix of pure happiness and utter madness. She was his, his, his! He could feel it in the air, in the blood pumping through his veins, the roll of the sea beneath his feet. They hadn't listened to him... they had listened to the master. The master had given her to him, to Him! "Praise be the rightful ruler of the world!" He said, and in this moment, Adrian's voice was barely human.

He took a few steps forward, tearing clothing from his body, showing a mixture of alien and human flesh, bearing his rows after rows of fangs in his open mouth as he looked down at Lacy's prone form, half nude, held pinned to the floor. "I've been waiting for this far too long," he said, voice slightly clearer as at little bit of Adrian filtered back in the monster's voice. "You kept me waiting too long, Lacy." He smiled as he gripped her leads, roughly spreading them as he threw his weight down onto her. "Time to be the teacher's pet, my dear."
struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
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Lacy is rather trapped, struggling against the three twisted former crewmen that hold her to the deck, one gripping her arms, and the other two each holding a leg and trying very clearly to spread her, open her for this assault. ** Giving Lacy 3 grapple checks, one for each opponent, she gets an Assist from Pike, they get Assist from each other - Lacy:2 Moderate, 1 High Moderate, VS Leg 1: High ,Leg 2: Moderate , Arms: High. She manages to get her left leg free, the creature holding it losing his balance and falling to the side for a few moments. On her turn, Lacy my try to grapple again OR may kick either Adrian or the one holding her other leg. **
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[float=right][/float] A bit of relief as one of  her legs got free just in time. Whimpering softly, her eyes drawn up the form of Adrian standing above her. Lips parted in an almost silent scream or maybe plea. A plea he clearly was having nothing to do with. Shaking his head in refusal.

"... no... no... nononono.... noooo" Crying out softly.

As he moved between her legs, Lacy kicked at Adrian, trying to keep him away. It did not cross her mind that he might not feel pain, or that she might not have much effect on him.

'... dont...." Groaning softly.
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Lacy kicks out at Adrian, the blow is only slight and ineffectual, not enough to deflect his intent as he pounces atop his prey, pressing her leg aside easily while the other is still held. He enters her, quite suddenly in the melee with a speed born of years of want tempered with the power and will being pressed into him from inside the ice. The speed and his larger size, along with the chilled slickness of his altered physiology illicits a scream from Lacy.

Pike lunges in, slashing at Adrian with a dive knife and opening a nasty gash in his blue-white flesh, not enough to dislodge him, but certainly an unpleasant distraction from his desired goal.

Gunnar: 10 <---- Is Up! ** Has BF been around now and again? **


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Gunnar: 10

Everschmitt: 7

Mob 3: 5 (L)

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Gunnar steps decisively forward, his altered perceptions allowing him to see things differently in the ebb and flow of activity around him, he moves around Everschmitt with an uncanny alacrity and grace, crouching and bringing the rifle up, pointed toward Adrian, aim adjusted and firing: Dice- Primary attack: Possible Fumble, No Fumble; Secondary: High The bullet fires, zipping across the room faster than the crack of the rifle can follow, Adrian feels the harsh, hot wind of it against his inner thigh and and dangling manhood as the shot only barely misses, zinging between he and Lacy and likely registering only subconsciously as nearly blowing his cock off, the round continues upon it's vector, blossoming neatly into a pair of bursts of blue-red droplets as it travels in and through 2 of the monsters assaulting Aspen in a lethal line. Both drop, leaving her astraddle her professor, but largely unfettered otherwise.

Everschmitt reacts more on instinct than anything else, the nearby hulking form of Adrian looming over Lacy, he raises the spear gun and fires, Critical Hit! the barbed spear sinks deeply into Adrian's chest, puncturing several vital organs en route. Adrian staggers, a sudden blinking clarity of self on his mutated face, he slumps forward, dying but gazing down at Lacy, his mind free and amazingly lucid for his last few moments of life. ** Adrian can interject here, small actions and a few sentences only. **

The remaining creatures seem at least momentarily stunned, actions ceasing and grips slacking from the sudden shift of power in the cargo hold. ** Freedom is NOT guaranteed, but it will be easier to try to struggle free now than at any other point. Still in combat rounds.

Adrian  ** <--- Is Up!

Lacy: 22 

Pike: 21

Gunnar: 20

CeCe: 20

Everschmitt: 17

Aspen: 17

Schultz: 15

Mob 3: 15 (L)

Mob 2: 14 (A)

Nicolaus: 11

Mob 1: 3 (C)
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[float=left][/float]Lacy felt amazing around him, better than he had ever hoped. This was heaven, a paradise gifted to him by his god. The way her tight cunt felt on him, around him, was nothing short of divine.

He was so lost in his pleasure, so completely uncaring, that it took him a moment to realize that something was wrong. He froze on top of her, staring down at her, eyes locking on the silver tip of the spear barb inside his chest. Uncaring, distracted, he grabbed onto it, intending to pull it out of him and fling it aside to continue, but his hand's wouldn't grip it. His eyes narrowed with annoyance, and he gripped for it again, but his fingers felt numb and he couldn't feel them clasp around the metal. Then he felt his chin wet as blood seeped from his parted lips.

The madness did not so much fade as it fell away, dropping like a plane bursting through a rainstorm to the sun above the clouds. His eyes widened, dazed, terrified, the color changed immediately from the bright blue to the cool, slate green of normal. He could taste the blood on his lips, on his tongue, and he couldn't make himself breathe enough past the sudden pain. Everything abruptly hurt, everything but the part of his chest where the spear now erupted, every single inch of his body suddenly rebelling against the change to his physiology, fighting against it, casting it out bit by bit like a white blood cell fighting an infection.

His mouth opened in anguish, but he couldn't scream. All he could do in look down, his eyes meeting Lacy's as his orbs changed color again, blood flowing into the edges as his body's natural defenses tore apart the altered body the cursed god had forced upon him, reverting him to his old self, letting his true eyes see her one last time. "I never even got to tell you how I felt," he said simply, worlds garbled slightly by the blood in his mouth.

It wasn't the right thing to say. He knew that... there were a million better things he could say, should say... but he couldn't think of a single one.

Not one single one.

"You'll need a new adviser, beautiful" he said as his eyes finally bled to the point he couldn't see anymore, filling his eyes with blood and painting them red as his body began to tear itself apart. The last sight he was gifted was one of Lacy beneath him, and he wept for it. "I-"

His knees suddenly wouldn't hold him any longer, and he tumbled to the ground. The last, desperate act of his entire body was to push his muscles to the side, hoping to fall sideways so that the spear wouldn't hit his student beneath him. Consciousness left him completely before he knew if he'd been successful.
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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
                  }};

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[float=right][/float] Lacy screamed as he violently penetrated. Feeling him slam deep inside of her prone body. It has been a long time since she had sex and it made it feel that more brutal for her.  Struggling, there was so much power and strength behind him. Causing her to scream again and again as she writhed on the floor.

The sound of the rifle above her, caused  her to look up. Look  up just in time to see the spear coming out of Adrian's chest. Starting to scream all over again, this time in horror as she stared up at him. Her eyes slowly moving from the blood up to his eyes. Lacy was unaware of spray of blood all over her chest and legs.

Watching in horror as life came back to  his eyes. Realization coming into his eyes. Pain. She had seen the occasional person in pain, she knew the look. Her lips parted. Forgetting the fact that he was still inside of her, still raping her. It was an almost surreal moment.

"I even got to tell you how I felt,"

The words struck her incredibly hard, worse than any blow he could have done to her. Eyes widening impossibly as she stared up. Shaking her head mournfully. "... Adrian..." Barely whispering.

"You'll need a new adviser, beautiful"

She was so completely shocked. Looking from his eyes to the wound. He was dying. No,  he was dead. She was watching his body fail. No matter what had happened this last five minutes, Adrian was her professor. The man she has spent so much time with. Someone she admired greatly. He was the reason she had come so far in her studies.

Starting to shake her head. The beginnings of hysterics. "No...." Barely whispering. The next words were screams. "No, no no... nono..."

Something of a scream sob escaping her lips as she fell back to the floor. Sobbing uncontrollably. She couldnt even try to free herself from the creatures that held her arms, nor did she try to stop his body from landing above her. Feeling his weight, almost unable to deal with the lose of someone she had considered a father figure.
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** OOC: Well, my sojourn into the great outdoors of  the Pacific Northwest, is not so great. There is, technically, internet, but not enough power to run a proper computer, no heat aside a wood-burning stove, no real plumbing and generally nothing to actually do besides read and sleep. Privacy is a rare thing and my car is broke for now. All that being said, I am not starving to death yet, have not murdered anyone yet and have had far too much time for talking and contemplation of the self, while cold. Lol.

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I shall do so, reviewing the info and dealing with some outside affairs, but I can surely do a nice wrap up soon.
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Following the echoes of battle, of triumphs and of anguish there is a short lived moment of silence, as of the entire universe taking a small breath before being allowed to continue, then sounds of life renew, sobs, moans, confused mutterings and soft curses of people just waking up from a long nightmare. Strangers entwined with one another awkwardly pulling apart with wet sounds, reddened cheeks and dazed, reflexive apologies.

The sharp harsh sound of a spear clattering to the deck plating and a gasp of breath. Adrian spasms in Lacy's grasp, somehow the lethal spear along-side him on the floor, the death wound gone among the dissolving chunks of alien flesh now melting like so much gory ice. His body aches everywhere, and his head is pounding as though the man is waking from a week long stint of binge drinking while being used as a heavyweight punching bag between rounds.

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[float=right][/float] Lacy cry on the ground. Cried for the rape and the pain and the thing that had come and for Adrian and and and...

Gasping for another breath, she became aware of a change. Something had changed. She was aware of it, but it took her a moment to realize what. Starting with her arms being released. The creatures that had been so eager to rape her and hold her for Adrian to rape suddenly released her. Looking around quickly in horror at crewmen.

Free at least, Lacy frantically struggled to get up. To get out from beneath Adrian. Somewhat aware of the spear next to him, instead of impaling him, but she did not dwell on it. Needing up, her body aching a bit, her sex throbbed and she was aware of the pain in her thighs. Holding her breath, not quite sure what to say as she stared at her professor with wide eyes.

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[float=left][/float]The last thing Adrian expected to feel after his eyes closed was, well, anything. Even pain. Feeling love, feeling loss, feeling joy or pleasure or pain, were for the living... something that he was sure he no longer was. His body, however, seemed to disagree.

Slowly, his eyes opened again. He was laying on the cold deck, and he felt a momentary flood of pride that he wasn't on top of Lacy anymore, that he had managed, at least, to not fall on her. The train of thought, however, lead him to realize that he could see the spear, and that didn't make any sense. It was laying on the ground before his eyes, crusted in alien blood.  His entire body hurt, feeling like he was dying... but rather than growing weaker, he felt himself growing stronger by the second. His hands moving beneath him, Adrian began to push himself up.

"Impossible," he muttered. It all seemed so much like an impossible dream...
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struct Jdrake{
  public :    const bool isDominant = true;
                  void punish (Female sub){
                      while (sub.isDominated != true) {
                          cause_pain(sub); cause_pleasure(sub);}
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** As players return, feel free to take control of your own characters, but till then I will control all the away folks. **

Gunnar stands from his crouched firing position, the rifle being lowered until he nearly leans upon it. His gaze is glassy now, fixed upon a point in the distance as though the man is deep in thought.

Schultz tends to Dolly, his ice axe kept near and his eyes tense and alert, flitting to sound and motion as though he does not quite trust that things are over.

Everschmitt drops the discharged spear-gun to the deck, watching Adrian warily even as his eyes show some deep fatigue.

The huddled survivors of the crew recover slowly, some moving as if just waking, others twitchy and scared. It is cold in the cargo hold, and dank as the senses clear. Someone begins to break out emergency blankets for all those who are naked or wearing tatters.

Pike is in the shadows near the landing of the stairs, his brows furrowed deeply as he echos Adrian's "Impossible...." following it with "Where is Nicolaus?"
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[float=right][/float] I stare blankly ahead, confused, cold, and worried. I can barely see that others are like this too, wondering what the hell happened. I turn, but Nicolaus isn't here. I fear he was gotten to too deeply, that Khe' Sef Grath won't let him go. I stumble up and nearly fall back down, putting my hands out for balance and catching one of the crewmen who, in his controlled state, was trying to impregnate me. I want to cry so badly but there is no time for tears. I cover up my scars, pulling my panties back up off the ground and putting them on shakily. Cum immediately soaks them, but I ignore that for now; there are worse things on my mind.

I've been raped. A lot of us have. I feel like an idiot for racing up and talking to the professor. It was just so nice to see a friendly face. I rub my hands over my face. That part is my fault, keeping myself sequestered from human interactions for so long because of my scars. This whole experience has warped my view of reality. I look for my jeans but they're torn so I take a look around. Soon enough I find my sweater from earlier and put it on. It's long enough to almost be a skirt. I'm still cold, but I'm not thinking about myself anymore. I'm staring, dazed, at everyone around the room, wearing a tattered old hoodie of my former professor, who is now missing.

Stumbling forward, the haze slowly clears and my scars stop throbbing. I think back to the insane thoughts I had during the whole thing and have to resist the urge to laugh like a crazed woman. I fist my hands in my sapphire hair and stare straight ahead for long moments, trying to collect myself again lest I do something stupid.

I can't help but stare at the professor on the ground, and though I know it must have happened in front of me I am in such a hazed state that I wonder how he got there. I look around the room, taking it all in, before turning to the ice block again to see what might have happened to it.
Only a few find the way. Some don't recognize it when they do- Some... don't ever want to. We all wear masks, illusions of what we want the world to see... *Bloody Bones*

Offline DoctorJ

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** Well, just wrap it up then. **

Nicolaus is not found anywhere, the intrepid survivors get the ship operating well enough and make it back to port.

The relational fallout, personal dramas and resultant pregnancies can be faded to black or detailed in private by the players.

Good game, good times.
I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right.....