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Lethal Lethario


Strange Botwin

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Date: Dec 19, 2008
All Tied Up and No One To Screw
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-As Shane went down the stairs into the underground part of Omerta her eyes adjusted immediately to the darkness and dank. Her body moved like it had bones in more places that it should, a fluid grace that wasn't quite as beautiful as it was simply unnatural. Down the stairs her bare feet made no sound and when she reached the ground she looked to the beautiful brunette she had tied up in a chair in the center of the room. A crimson scarf was wrapped around Deliverances face to gag her mouth from making a sound. She had left the woman naked to bare her secret to the empty room. Knowing that even that was a rape of sorts.-

"Wasssss thissss place to be a ssssurprisssse for my nessst?"

-Her long icy fingers trailed along the concrete walls as she moved, but that arm dropped to her side when she stepped away from the wall and moved towards the bound woman. Shanes fathomless black eyes looked the woman over like any man might. A look of possession, a look of cold passion that had more to do with violence than lust. When she reached Deli she reached out and watched the small flinch at the corner of the womans eyes as though she thought she would be hit. Tips of fingers curled around the scarf and pulled it slowly delicately out of the other snakes mouth.-

"I don't like ssssurprissssesss from ssstrangersss darling."

-Shanes fingers worked between the womans perfect lips and got her to spread her mouth enough for Shane to see that tongue still trying to heal inside her mouth. Making a soft eerie hissing noise she bent down until they were eye to eye.-

"What am I going to do with you, you beautiful imposssssible creature?"

-Leaning closer she was only an inch away now, and it really could have gone either way. For a moment the fantasy of biting part of that pretty face off swept through her mind. Tantalized by the thought of the fountain of blood that would come of that she let her forked tongue flicker outwards to tickle at Delis lips. Then quick as a striking serpant her lips met the other womans in a kiss. A kiss that was as hard and cold as the woman who delivered it. Lips like iced velvet caressed Deliverances, and that long forked tongue swept soft across the inside of her mouth. Then Shane breathed out and her power flowed against the other woman. Over and around the wound and that ice healed. The power in the Kadra did in a momentary kiss what would have taken more weeks for the serpant to do on her own.-

-When Shane pulled back her fangs were dripping venom as they retracted back into her mouth. Her tongue rolled over her own lips to collect the droplets as she reigned her power in. All knew the Kadra was a creature of chaos and destruction, but few knew that she held the power to heal. If they did they might be even more frightened. In a passion she could harm and heal to continue her tortures if she wished. For now though the healing was simply a gift.-

"Ssssshhhhh. Our little sssecret."

-A long elegant finger was held in front of her lips as she said it. Like they were two girlfriends sharing a secret. Moving behind the chair Shane fished a small key from the pocket of her neon blue vinyl pants and undid the lock on the silver handcuffs. With a clatter they fell to the floor and Deliverance was released.-

"Now button. You sssshould get dressssed in your nicessst clothes becausssse your Kadra hassss come to take you out to dinner sssso we can have a little girl talk."

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Deadly Ambrosia


More than a Woman

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Date: Jan 13, 2009
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How long had she been locked down in the basement of her own club?  She had not been sure.  It was cold and she was damn well near freezing.  Her beast could not function in such temperatures, requiring heat to live.  Lethargic glance around the basement as she felt movement near her, seeing Shane move with that lethal grace she envied.  Head shy?  Wouldn't you be when you just had your tongue ripped out of your mouth? 

Jaw worked side to side, open and closed when Shane took off the gag, lifting the emerald eyes to meet that of her captor.  She gave a nod of yes in answer to the question, because she was going to present it to Shane once she had met her, was in the nest and was going to offer the basement as a gift.  All of it, except her precious equipment.  The computers were her life in so many ways.

When Shane bent down to her level, she stared into her eyes, a soft intake of breath when the Kadra's tongue lashed across her lips, swallowing involuntarily.  Violence was an aphrodesiac to the desert snake, body tense for more punishment.  She did not expect to feel lips touch hers, hard and demanding, blinking in surprise.  She was so different that what her father had been.  Then the breath, the power that seeped into her like a live syphon.  Eyes widened as she felt the cartilage forming, followed by muscle and flesh, the forked tongue forming once more.    As Shane backed away from her, Deli flickered her tongue, tasting the air, the venom that she saw dripping from the fangs of the woman.

All she could do was nod.  "I swear it."  It was not a thing that would ever leave her lips.  Graced with perhaps a secret that could bring her close to the Kadra, honestly wanting to be in the woman's good graces.  She was a damn Diva after all.  She didn't exactly want her secret getting out either, but she was not exactly sure about asking Shane to keep that fact on the down low. 

The silver had left burns on her wrists, but those would heal in time, as always, nodding as she got up and ran out of the room, to her "dressing room" as she liked to call it, even if the club was not done yet.  Picking out an outfit, she quickly showered and dressed, her make up impeccable like always.

Making her way back to the Kadra, she did a little twirl for her, to see if it was what she wanted.  A black filigre 40's style dress, knee length, with black beading across the swell of her breasts.  That was where the solid fabric ended.  The chest to throat was all a pettycoat style fabric with small dots, strips of black silk from the edge of the bust line to come together as a collar about her neck, long sleeved and quite delicate.  Raven waves of hair perfectly waved, giving her that Jane Mansfield feel about her.

Expectant eyes looked to Shane, hoping she approved.

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