Halloween Party

[Victoria Stamford]

As Victoria looked at Chantay standing there in nothing but her panties the woman left very little to the imagination. The Ventrue examined her carefully as an artist would stare at a canvas before laying the first stroke. Chantay was on of her favorites to work with as she was so resilient and she had such amazing skin.

"That's far more like it," she purred as she stared at the dark-skinned woman.

After several moments Victoria turned her gaze to Jimmy and barely contained her shock at what she saw. The man had extensive scarring on his upper body and the wounds looked more than odd in Victoria's medical opinion. The way they healed was just bizarre and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Whatever the strange nature of the wounds implied she was certain it told one thing other thing and that was that he was more resilient than his frame would suggest. He'd have to be.

Walking up beside Chantay, Victoria smacked her on the bottom with her lingering hand herding her toward a Saint Andrews Cross.

"Jimmy come here and help me secure her bonds." Victoria commanded.

[Lesingnon]

And Chantay found her own eyes lingering for a while on Jimmy. The physique was noted, identified for what it was. With as much as werewolves ran, even if it was mostly in Urshul or Urhan form, she was certainly able to pick out the effects that type of exercise had on the body.

But what really caught her eye was the scars. She may not have had the medical expertise to realize that he healing of them was somehow off, or any beyond the most rudimental medical knowledge. But she was a werewolf, and scars were viewed differently in their warrior culture than in common society. Each one was a story, a tale of a battle survived. And though she did not many werewolves kept them as badges of honor. Starseeker still bore the marks on his shoulder from his second encounter with the Anshega who had shot him during his First Change. Alison had two massive scars running down the length of her back from her pack's recovery of their spiritual shard. Every scar was a remnant of struggle, a tale of glory. It was part of the lens through which Uratha saw the world. And simply seeing Jimmy's raised her respect for him by several notches. What stories he must have to tell.

Her musings are interrupted as she heard the gentle purr, and could all but feel Mistress's eyes on her. It sent an anticipatory thrill through her. And, not seeing it coming, Chantay flinches slightly at the smack. Rising up onto her tiptoes for the briefest of instances. Coming back down onto her feet she matched Mistress's pace towards the St. Andrew's Cross, not at all minding the feel of her hand.

Once they reached it she immediately stepped forward, arms rising as she pressed herself against it. And her head turning just far enough to the side to allow her to watch Jimmy out of the corner of her eye.

[West (The Mage)]

West approached the cross, unable to ignore the symbolism in his mind; the five points of a pentacle would be formed. He could fill an interior pentagram with the five shen of Taoism, forming a double...

...such thoughts inevitably must give way to the more immediate, important moments; such as when Chantay took her place and raised her arms. Such a display demanded attention, as the beautiful body positioned itself to define and highlight the physique to best advantage.

He'd witnessed enough Scenes to know the protocol, and so refrained from reaching out to touch what quickened his breath slightly. Instead, he turned his attention to the cross, and Victoria's instructions. He was relieved to see the leather manacle fixtures; the only experience he'd had with bindings was sling loads on helicopters for the Air Cav, and that was hardly appropriate.

Okaaaaaaay...

Almost delicately, an irony given what was to come, he opened the manacle and finally touched the dark skin and slipped it in. He frowned slightly, an expression which was a mixture of embarrassed apology and irritation at himself, as he fastened the binding. Neither was at what he was doing, but at the vicarious, illicit thrill he felt at doing it, and he paused, then looked at Victoria. He almost asked if she wanted the leg done as well, but pushed aside the trepidation and squatted. The leather clad calf was much more interesting than the small wrist, and he focused on the shiny black leather to keep from focusing on what was above the calf, conveniently (or inconveniently) now at eye level.

Pain is intimate... but so is the preparation. The moments before, is this what the Last Supper was like?

With a start, West realized he was cradling the back of Chantay's knee in a hand, and had rested a cheek against the dark softness of her thigh. Quickly standing, he took a step backward, looking at one, then the other, wondering if he'd just become the typical pervert in their eyes.

[Chris Wooding]

Chris is still sitting at the table. He feels a bit uncomfortable. He knew what kind of club Asylum was, but he had never been to such clubs before. I'm so young...so unexperienced.

He wasn't shy, but he simply didn't really know what to do. So he watched others. He liked to see how other people lived their lives. It wasn't sexually though, I'm not a voyeur or something, hell, that's sad.

Enough people would have found him sad at the moment. But after a while he actually relaxed. This was just a peaceful night among humans in costumes. And without a head on the top of his costume, he realized he fitted the whole setting of the club perfectly. Maybe I'm decoration after all, for one time.

He woke up from his day-dreaming/watching others stance when Conner came back. He didn't say anything. Chris was not one of those persons who couldn't bear silence. But he liked a good conversation as well, it was just that he could imagine that Conner didn't want to speak to him after his thrashing. So he let Conner decide.

[Lesingnon]

"Mmm..."

The sound was speculative, encouraging. Coming as Jimmy's hands fasten her wrists into the manacles, growing slightly in volume as his attention shifts down to her legs. Playful eyes flash briefly to Victoria before she turns her head straight forward once more. It would seem that the young Elodoth is intrigued, and excited, about where this might lead with its third participant.

And she doesn't seem to mind his hand on her knee, or cheek on her thigh in the least. The slight shift as the last manacle is closed apparently incidental, perhaps an instinctive reaction as she's fully restrained. But it does cause that soft skin he seems so fascinated with to rub sensually against his cheek.

The leather of the cross, and the dark curtain of her hair walls off her face as he pulls back. Hiding the grin on her face from the other two in the room.

[Chris Wooding]

After a while Chris starts wandering around again. A last journey through the club, desperate to find some Beasts... well that's a bit too melodramatic.

But when he looks around. He doesn't any other Kindred, as far as he could notice of course. He had felt another Kindred earlier this evening. But she didn't seem to be in this part of the club anymore. Too bad.

Gladly he hadn't expect a lot from this evening, otherwise it would be badder then he could have ever expected. So, with neutral feelings he left the club.

Exit scene for Chris

[Victoria Stamford]

Victoria finished buckling in the nearly naked beauty to the cross and watched Chantay and Jimmy's brief interaction. Seeing the two of them together made her think back to Chantay and Victoria's first night together. She could not fault the man for his actions given her own history with the woman and in fact shared his infatuation with her as well. It might not have been for exactly the same reasons as Jimmy yet it was something they shared.

Resisting the urge to run her hand through the man's hair as he knelt next to Chantay, Victoria turned her attention to the task before her. Her hand reached up and pinched her captive hard on the side and then again on one of her breasts.

"Looks like someone is feeling mighty frisky tonight," the ventrue began teasingly. "They'll be time for that later. First pet has to earn it."

Her teasing finished for now, Victoria turned away and make her way back to the equipment table. After selecting her whip she slowly and deliberately made her way to the bound woman. The coiled leather whip moved slowly from the woman's shoulder down to the small of her back as Victoria gently brushed the whip against her skin. When it reached the small of Chantay's back she brought it back and slapped her firmly several times with the coils testing the waters for what was to come.

Once she was satisfied Victoria stepped back and uncoiled the whip. It cracked loudly against the concrete floor as she gave it several test swings perfecting her form and judging the distance. Then suddenly the tip struck the woman in the small of the back with a grazing blow. Her second blow came swiftly in a downward motion striking hard with a loud snap as it hit home.

The sound and the feel of the strikes excited her and she paused, biting her lip gently in anticipation gauging the woman's reaction.

stuff

2010-11-11 03:31:34
Victoria Stamford rolls 7 to Dex + weaponry + speciality + equip (10 Again)
8, 10, 5, 8, 8, 10, 1, 1, 2
5 successes

2010-11-11 03:31:21
Victoria Stamford rolls 7 to Dex + weaponry + speciality + equip (10 Again)
4, 5, 6, 1, 10, 6, 3, 7
1 success

[Lesingnon]

With her attention shifting to Jimmy as he strapped her in Chantay lost track of just where her Mistress was. A situation rectified as fingers dove in for the two hard pinches, eliciting a pair of surprised gasps and some squirming that must have been simply delightful to watch. "Mistress brings it out in me..."

Then the room grew quiet, and Chantay strained to hear her Mistress's heels as she walked back and forth across the room. Where she was going wasn't hard to guess. But even so Chantay could feel excitement, anticipation, curiosity all growing. Would she select the whip, the new experience, that the Elodoth had all but requested? Or would Mistress utilize the cane or crop first, make her earn the whip as she had implied? It might even be something else altogether to tease her, or act as a warm up. Regardless, Chantay felt her excitement grow all the more during that period of uncertainty.

Then the question was answered as she felt the leather trace its way down her back, causing a shiver of anticipation. A reaction that does not subside as the coils merely slap a few times against the small of her back. Then the leather left her back, and she heard several cracks of the whip. Each one earned an instinctive flinch from the young woman, her thoughts a-whirl. Had she been right to ask for this? Was she ready to experience, to understand something this intense? Could she keep her regeneration suppressed throughout?

The thoughts are, abruptly, cut off as the tip flicked across the small of her back. The flare of pain caused her back to arch sharply; limbs straining briefly against her bonds as a short, sharp whimper rises in her throat. Her Mistress would recognize it as the first time such a verbal response had been elicited by the first strike. And Chantay just beginning to grasp, that after all this time, the lack of regeneration meant that the pain's edge would not fade so quickly.

Then the second blow struck, tracing a line of fire across the Elodoth's back as her world exploded inot a haze of pain more intense by far than what she'd felt from the first strike. Her body almost instantly flattening against the cross as the cry of pain is torn from her lips; louder, more pure than any Victoria had ever been able to tease from her with any other instrument.

And she remained pressed up against the cross for several seconds, feeling the pain radiate across her back. Her breathing already in harsh pants until she managed to get it back under control. Then she slowly, deliberately eased back into the posture she'd held before the first lash fell. Almost in defiance of the pain, even if she was trembling almost imperceptibly at what was still to come.