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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:08 pm
His eyes flickered to the camera again, his nose turning red, "Aye... I... tried no' t'think abou' tha'..." Indeed, the change had rendered him nippleless. But with the tentacles, it teemed it would have been rather cluttered if they had stayed. He supposed. If that made any sence. Like their whole predicament made sence to begin with.
He swallowed thickly, "Do ye, now?" His voice cracked.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:13 pm
"Mhmm," the tattooed woman murred, leaning forward and taking another drag of the smoke while she uncrossed her legs. "I've always had a... thing for accents actually..." She kept her voice low and sultry, her changed eyes trailing down to take an appraising look between his legs before simply glancing back up and raising her eyebrows.
He could interpret that however he wanted to.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:23 pm
His eyes kept darting to the camera, but his tentacles, even the wounded one, began to quiver anxiously. Now wasn't she the bipolar one? Or perhaps he had started to do something right? Maybe she had a thing for tentacles? "Aye, well, yer accents pretty fruity too..." He smiled, albeit nerviously. He said he wouldn't touch Colche. He couldn't shake the feeling that Aubrey would strike if he so much as glanced at any of the women, but that might have been his parinoia. Yes... just the parinoia. The ends of his octopi additions quivered, crawling forward subconciously, except for the one bound by the sling.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:27 pm
She let him think whatever he wanted, his body language was easy enough to read, and that was all she needed. Cigarette finished, she snuffed it out in her ash tray before moving her fingers to untie the knot on her robe, holding her eyes on his. Antony couldn't have seemed more hot for him, her expression and body playing the part perfectly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:56 pm
Crap.
He swallowed thickly, eyes pulling away from her just for a moment to make sure the camera was still there. Crap crap crap. Bollox. It wasn't his fault if they touched him, right?
His tentacles trembled more, twitching and just barely keeping under his control.
Aubrey was right. He could function normally without it. That didn't mean the scar didn't hurt like hell this close after surgery, though. He gave a pained noise, the lower set of tentacles worming their way like snakes over his lap and between his legs.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:05 pm
The tie was easily undone with her longer nails, and the silk practically slid off of her shoulders and hips. She chewed lightly on her lower lip as her eyes drifted towards the tentacles' movements between his legs. A smarmy smirk played across her lips, "Now what do we have here?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:07 pm
"I don' know! Wha' do we have?" He growled quietly. Still afraid to move, but not afraid enough to not enjoy it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:16 pm
Antony kept her eyes on him while she purposefully trailed her index finger's nail down the inside of the pants leg closest to her. "You don't know?" She cocked an eyebrow upwards.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:19 pm
"Oh, I know," He grinned, still speaking softly, "I'm jes' seein' if you know." one of the tentacles arched, trailing it's tip along the skin of her wrist and he gave a shuddering sigh at the sensation.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:26 pm
Antony watched him shudder, and after a moment or so, she went against her better judgement and moved her arm so that his limb received more friction. This was quite strange to her. "Do you want...?" She asked, absently leaving the 'what' out of the statement.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:31 pm
He swallowed, "Oh... I..." The other two still healthy limbs followed suit like excited snakes with puppy personalities, all wanting a good pet and a scratch. Like an octopus that had found something interesting, his tentacles wanted to touch and explore. It was like having four new fingers, all be one broken. They were sensitive, their boneless nature making them even stranger a sensation that he wasn't quite sure what he thought of. But the combined exciting feeling of a new way to touch with the look she gave him, tails or no, sent shivers down his still rather healthy spine.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:42 pm
She tried to stay relaxed, but the sensations were strange to her as well, and she couldn't help but tensing ever so often. They were weird and poking at her, after all. "Mhmm," Antony murmured low in her throat as she shifted to her knees and crawling a bit closer. Leaning in so her lips were barely touching his earlobe, she made sure to whisper throatily, "Want me?"
Oh, she was cruel.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:57 pm
But he was distracted by the new and foreign sensations. He had touched himself when wrapping them around his torso, he had touched fabric with them, and various other things. But he still couldn't shake the utter strange sensitive feeling of the tentacles. They were built for inquisitive exploring under water, feeling around for bits of food hiding in pots and shells and reefs. Straight against something had been exciting and frightening. He supposed he would get used to the sensation, but these new sensitive fingers craved to touch. And here, with her, touching her in this way... it was almost orgasmic.
"Lass, y'go' no idea," He breathed, the tentacles snaked up to gently skim over the skin of her stomach, rising up towards her chest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 11:03 pm
Sabin was once again watching the cameras. What had once been a duty that was often boring, only punctuated by the occasional bit of entertainment had turned into a veriable soap opera recently - full of characters he had learned so much about.... and even better... a soap opera that he could manipulate... ever so slightly for some wonderful results. Especially some of the incidents with Jamal... and Billy. Sabin had to keep a close eye on the Jamal incident to make sure that the toys islanders didn't actually severealy injure eachother... but to see Jamal pushed so far into a tiger mindset - scaring Emelyn... only to make her too fall into her own animalistic mindset to protect herself. It was poetic. His eyes swiveled to the scene with Bilious and Antony. A frown crossed his face. Just days ago Antony had been all but begging him to unleash his 'pranks' on the man, and now she was trying to goad the man into bed. He scratched his chin. Was it the tentalces, or just that she had let him get to her. He was a sleaze, even for her - and Sabin enjoyed it so much better seeing them at eachothers' throats. If she knew about him and Colch- A wicked smile graced Sabin's face as his fingers flew over the keyboard, queuing up the already-flagged video, and seetting up a synchronization with the small panel display on the intercom in Antony's room. ***** A crackling white-noise suddenly burst into the room, loud enough to be easily overheard above the pillowtalk. A few moments later the noise settled to a mostly quiet hum - a panel that very nearly blended in entirely to the wall panel above the intercom springs to life, casting a blueish light into the room. What plays over the screen is unmistakably Billy, sneaking into Colche's room... and the entire rest of the scene.. until Bili is knocked unconscious and Colche runs screaming.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 11:54 pm
Her breathing naturally quickened, but she kept her mind in control the entire time. Just a little further. A little longer. A wee more ego boosting for her and then she'd be done.
Oh, she had quite the idea just how much... WeeBilly most definately hadn't been broken by her knee yet.
The noise caught her attention and she tensed, turning sharply towards the noise, tails bristling. Billy forgotten, she narrowed her eyes as the wall began to glow.
What the ******** was this?
Antony was curious when a video began, and she quite obviously tensed when she saw Billy enter Colche's duplex with a raging hardon.
She was reminded of Stewart for a split second before her pale face flushed with anger. Speaking wasn't possible, but suddenly she was very aware of Billy's tentacles on her bare skin. "******** pervert!" Antony growled, pushing herself off him and glaring at him with utter disgust.
One last snarl and she quickly made her way closer to the screen, backing up so that he couldn't jump her while her back was turned.
And so she watched it.
Something was off, but her rage was blinding her street smarts.
"PLAY IT AGAIN!" She snarled, knowing they'd be watching, and as she expected, the tape played again.
This time she watched it carefully, eyes narrowed to critical slits, watching every detail. She almost vomited, but something compelled her to watch it.
When it was done, Antony was silent for a long time. He had just been getting hot and bothered with her and he wasn't nearly as... Sloppy as he was on the video.
And who the ******** was Edel?!
She needed to know, and she immediately turned and pointed an angry finger at Billy, "Who the ******** is Edel?! And no lies!"
From what it looked like, Billy didn't exactly seem sober. If it had been purposeful, he wouldn't have been as nice. It would have been like the cafeteria, and Antony subconsciously rubbed her neck at the thought.
It all didn't seem to fit, but that still didn't excuse his actions entirely.
"Explain," she snarled, red eyes boring into the tentacled man.
Oh, there would be answers.
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