Peyton winced, first at the pain in her cheeks, then at the creeps fingers in her mouth. The metallic taste on her tongue didn't make her recoil nearly as much as the fact that Everetts fingers were in her mouth. Blood didn't even taste all that bad to her, as it was basically just the tofu version of succubus food, but having her mouth forced open was definitely an offense worth getting violent for. She wouldn't bite off his fingers if given the chance, she had at least a little self control, but she did want to reach over and smash his face in. If only she weren't held in place by her own arms, straight jacket style.
Feeling: Nervous/Angry Energy: 100%
ooc: ouch. even peyton wouldn't go that far. she'd just break evs nose and hope it stayed crooked lmao
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 7:07 pm
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He enjoyed that wince, her recoil, but he wasn't quite done yet. He pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, enough to gag the average person... then drew them mostly out, then pushed them back in, starting up a slow, lewd rhythm, a sick smirk starting to spread across his mouth. His humor was improving, clearly. Dorien squeezed his arms a little more tightly around her, her warm little body pressed snugly against his.
A pair of lips touched her neck, just above that collar, and mouthed slowly, firmly at that fair, tender skin, sucking silently.
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Gummi_Peach
omg that'd be terrible he needs to be pretty that's how he earns a living
besides she'd miss lookin at his cute face ;3 WE ALL KNOW SHE'S GOTTA CRUSH
Naturally, Peyton had a gag reflex. Her jaw trembled as she tried to force it shut, her throat tightening with each thrust of his fingers. She'd shut her eyes tightly, only to open them widely again if her chest heaved violently, stomach flipping. As she endured his sick form of entertainment, she hoped Dorien would do something.
Well, he did do something. He was busying himself by being completely unhelpful. She squirmed in his arms, trying to move her shoulder up enough to block access to her neck, as moving her head wasn't an option.
Feeling: Nervous/Angry Energy: 100%
ooc: PFF she wants to crush him lmao but she appreciates the twins aesthetic
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 7:56 pm
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Everett didn't torture her for too long, though. His fury had gone as quickly as it had come -- perfectly sated by ******** the poor girl's throat -- and he withdrew his saliva-slicked fingers after just a few more seconds, wiping them on his pants as he released her jaw. Dorien had backed off too, and once Everett was clear, released her arms, wisely judging her patience to be at its end.
"And I just wanted a kiss," Everett mocked smugly, leaning back against the opposite hall way.
"Maybe we should get to bed before you two kill each-other," Dorien suggested dryly.
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Nothing like sexual harassment to knock the angry out of you. Well, she was still plenty angry, but she didn't want to fight anymore. With the twins release of her, Peyton coughed and rotated her jaw around, making sure nothing was actually dislocated.
"Did you pull your heads out of your asses long enough to buy me pajamas?", she asked bitterly, ignoring Everett's comment.
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 10:49 am
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The twins exchanged a subtle look, quietly pleased. She bounced back well, with just the right amount of springiness. Their choice had been quick enough to seem almost spontaneous, but truth be told she'd simply fulfilled all their requirements, while the others had all been found lacking in at least one area. They'd picked wisely.
"Some nightgowns," Everett corrected slyly. If you could call anything that barely covered your a** a gown -- they'd picked up an array of satiny slips, lacy spaghetti straps, a few flowy babydolls, but certainly nothing modest.
"And some camisoles and shorts," Dorien pointed out idly, offering a perhaps preferable option. They were short shorts, of course, but still probably more decent than the other. He was the first to head back to the living room, where everything she owned was stuffed into shopping bags, and Everett would bring up the rear, if allowed.
And speaking of rears, that also deserved a good look in that dress, if he got the chance to eye it.
They discouraged her assistance, not wanting to give away everything they'd bought for her, and together gathered whichever preference she'd expressed. Everett offered her the clothing while Dorien wandered over to the lightswitch to darken the living room in preparation for their retiring, leaving the warm, crackling fireplace in the corner as the only source of light.
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If the maid outfit could gauge the hem of what nightgowns they had picked out, Peyton wanted nothing to do with them. It was like the twins wanted their life to be an erotic movie. Well, she wasn't going to play into the role. If she had to, she'll sleep in the dress she came in.
Shorts seemed like a better alternative. Good ol' Dorien. Being slightly better than the absolute worst.
Peyton followed after Dorien. Her rear...not much to speak of, unfortunately. The price of not being a natural born succubus.
Peyton tried to take a peak inside the bags, but it was hard to get a good look, especially since she refused to bend down, and for good reason. She took the clothes handed to her, avoiding eye contact with "Ev"…Evan? The girl hadn't yet seen the bedroom, but didn't really want to anyway. She was fine taking the couch that had alcohol spilt over it. She had slept on worse.
The girl headed back towards the bathroom, deciding to change in there again.
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 4:11 pm
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As if.
The twins had other plans, of course. They weren't leaving her unattended for a minute, not at all trusting she wouldn't make a break for it the first chance she got. They were waiting for her when she reemerged, leaning against the wall across the door.
"All ready?" Everett wondered slyly, looking her down.
"We've got one more surprise for you," Dorien murmured, watching her closely, slyness lurking in his eyes but not reaching his mouth. He pulled one of his hands unhurriedly out from behind his back --
dangling a swinging chain, about three feet long, with manacles on either end.
"Bit over-kill, maybe," Everett drawled,
"but we've got a plane to catch. We don't really have time to chase you all over the city."
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The girl changed into more comfortable clothes, leaving the maid outfit crumpled on the floor with the sundress. She'd burn it if she could. The camisole draped loosely over her torso, the shorts offered little coverage, but Peyton didn't mind it. She would rather wear these than squeeze into that horrible costume. When she stepped back out into the hallway, she was a little surprised to see the two waiting for her again. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. This couldn't be a good thing.
Her eyes zeroed in on the chain. Did they expect to chain her up at night like a dog?
"You can't be serious. I'm not gonna run, where the hell would I go?", she questioned.
She had forgotten that she hadn't told them about her history, sleeping in different hotel rooms (paid for by her victims) or in a 'tent' out of sight, avoiding shelters now at all cost for their danger. The only reason she was willing to be a slave in the first place was for shelter and food. The twins didn't know that, and she wasn't about to tell them now, so she stayed quiet until Dorien gave her the choice to go easy.
The demon let out a short exasperated sigh and held out her wrist, letting him lock the manacle around it.
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 6:27 pm
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Those full lips tweaked in a little smirk, deep blue eyes staring her down.
"Good girl," he murmured, sauntering forward that unhurried step or two till he towered over her, eyes lowered to that wrist. He took it lightly in one hand and secured the cuff around it, gentle but firm, before lifting his gaze, to give her a solemn, reproving stare.
"Now remember, just 'cause you're bunking with us, doesn't mean you get to get frisky while we're sleeping."
"It might be difficult for you, but you're going to have to resist the urge."
"We're not allowed even. Hotel rules."
"Don't know how they enforce those, exactly," Everett pointed out dryly, "but I'm guessing more 'magic'."
He made some unimpressed air quotes.
"So try and control yourself, alright?" Dorien drawled lazily, eyes boring calmly into hers, the hand holding the chain lowered to swing it slowly, playfully, between them. "Some of us need our beauty sleep."
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Peyton stared at the two, unimpressed as they bounced off each other. How would she even get to them if she wanted to, with this chain on? Surely they were going to secure her to something. Unless, by 'bunking' he meant sharing a bed. That wouldn't surprise her, but it definitely wasn't something she wanted to do.
"Don't flatter yourselves. I'd rather 'get frisky' with a flesh eating virus.", she commented begrudgingly.
Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done
Eriyonai
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 7:19 pm
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Dorien made a faux-somber, grimacing face, hissing as if wounded. "Ouch."
"How would you even go about doing that, I wonder?"
"Yeah," Dorien agreed seriously, and as his brother started down the hall towards the bedroom, followed, Peyton in tow. "You could have used a slightly more accessible example. Kinda hard to imagine."
"Oh -- no, no. I'm imagining it now."
"-- Damn it. Now I am too. That's gross, sweetheart, you've got a sick mind."
"Let's be real though," Everett drawled as they stepped into the spacious, warmly lit bedroom. He wandered forward into the center ahead of them, starting to unbutton his shirt, hooded eyes casting themselves lazily up her way over his shoulder as he spoke, unsmiling. "Girl's gotta eat, right? You must have thought about it."
Dorien had passed her her own chain as she entered the room, and was working on his own shirt, hanging back.
"Is this your first time being someone's slave?"
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The girl rolled her eyes at their comments. They had a point though. Maybe she should have said literally anyone else. Peyton followed after Dorien, no reason to put up a fight or lag far enough behind to get pulled along. She was tired and just wanted to pass out as soon as she hit a horizontal surface. As she stepped into the room, her eyes caught a flash of skin, only lingering on it for a moment before staring at the floor. It bothered her how comfortable the two were around her. Maybe they were showing off, they had a reason to be proud of their features at least. Peyton would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it, but why wouldn't she? When it came to life and death, she had to do some things she didn't want to do. Do some people she didn't want to do.
The twins certainly weren't the ugliest, but their personalities would make the whole experience less than enjoyable. She certainly wasn't looking forward to it, if that's what they were planning.
Peyton ignored Everett's question, feeling the answer was obvious enough anyway.
"Yeah. I'd say it's going well…I already got this nice friendship bracelet.", she said humorlessly as she shook the chain in her hand a bit.
