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neoland14 · 05-01-2017, 05:02 PM

06 Feb 2017
Bianca

Bianca was a little surprised to get the email from Angelica and Carrie about the class reunion. As SHE had clearly been the most popular girl in the class, led every social activity, why hadn't the department contacted her to organise it? Why leave it to two little mice like Angie and Carrie? They hadn't ever been good sports about anything... and they only graduated two years ago, seemed a bit soon for a reunion. Still, she'd read that Carrie had got a deal as a director, probably she just wanted to crow about having made it. Well, of course, Bianca had made it even bigger, but she liked to believe she didn't go on about that. And surely Angie had forgotten about those humiliating little practical jokes by now.
"Oh of course, I'd love to come! Can't wait to see everyone again! Thanks for thinking of me... " went the reply.
The deserted nightclub was a bit worrying. Bianca was fashionably late, of course. Could everyone else possibly be fashionably later than her? Ah, there were Angie and Carrie, at least. And a few techies she didn't recognise. And a big tray full of champagne! Bianca gulped down a glass, then a second. Then the drug hit her system, she passed out, and Angie and Carrie got to work tying her up on stage.
#GameOfSlaves: You have found the signal. Welcome to Mistress Angelica's lair! I know that usually we only feature willing participants in the Game, but tonight we present for your enjoyment our revenge on a girl who made our lives living hell for three years. We present to you the humiliation of Bianca!

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Hannah Claydon

Something in rotten in the town of Market Ponsonby. People are disappearing. Cattle found torn apart. Cats gone missing. Dogs found a county away. It was all very perplexing, the authorities were utterly baffled. The only one who seemed to be taking any intiative was Miss Claydon, back down from Oxford for the summer. She had read Helsingus, studied in the forbidden section of the Bodliean, spoken with Blake and Harker. She recognised the signs.
She paced the boundaries of the parish, searching for where the beast might have made its lair. An abandoned barn? Too open to chinks of sunshine. The church crypt? The ground was still hallowed, the seals unbroken. Aha! The old Cholford place. A decaying mansion, a teetering folly, with extensive cellars? And fresh blood splatters on the cobble stones in the yard! She checked the sun. She had enough time. Better to challenge the beast now, ends its reign of terror...
Miss Claydon crept into the crypt. She was right! There it was! A female one, and strong by the look of it, lustrous from the fresh kills. Pistol in one hand, wooden stake in the other, she inched forward, tiptoeing on dainty heels to avoid altering the beast. It was still daylight, the fiend ought to be asleep...
It was then that Miss Claydon discovered how dreadfully wrong she was. The creatures eyes few open, dazing her with the power of its baleful stare. A hand shot out faster than thought, grasping and grappling her. She fought the creature, but it was to no avail. In moments, she was bound, kneeling like a supplicant, a position which greatly pleased the Queen of the Night.
The monster didn't speak. It merely watched, and hissed its amusement at Miss Claydon's desperate struggles. It could feel the latening hour, the gathering twilight, the immanence of night. Soon, it would feed. And soon, it would have a new lover/slave to join it in undeath....

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05-01-2017, 05:02 PM	#35
neoland14 Join Date: Feb 2017 Location: Saint-Petersburg Posts: 172 Сказал(а) спасибо: 8,173 Поблагодарили 231 раз(а) в 140 сообщениях All my threads Rep Power: 37	06 Feb 2017 Bianca Bianca was a little surprised to get the email from Angelica and Carrie about the class reunion. As SHE had clearly been the most popular girl in the class, led every social activity, why hadn't the department contacted her to organise it? Why leave it to two little mice like Angie and Carrie? They hadn't ever been good sports about anything... and they only graduated two years ago, seemed a bit soon for a reunion. Still, she'd read that Carrie had got a deal as a director, probably she just wanted to crow about having made it. Well, of course, Bianca had made it even bigger, but she liked to believe she didn't go on about that. And surely Angie had forgotten about those humiliating little practical jokes by now. "Oh of course, I'd love to come! Can't wait to see everyone again! Thanks for thinking of me... " went the reply. The deserted nightclub was a bit worrying. Bianca was fashionably late, of course. Could everyone else possibly be fashionably later than her? Ah, there were Angie and Carrie, at least. And a few techies she didn't recognise. And a big tray full of champagne! Bianca gulped down a glass, then a second. Then the drug hit her system, she passed out, and Angie and Carrie got to work tying her up on stage. #GameOfSlaves: You have found the signal. Welcome to Mistress Angelica's lair! I know that usually we only feature willing participants in the Game, but tonight we present for your enjoyment our revenge on a girl who made our lives living hell for three years. We present to you the humiliation of Bianca! Архив 21,4 Мб Hannah Claydon Something in rotten in the town of Market Ponsonby. People are disappearing. Cattle found torn apart. Cats gone missing. Dogs found a county away. It was all very perplexing, the authorities were utterly baffled. The only one who seemed to be taking any intiative was Miss Claydon, back down from Oxford for the summer. She had read Helsingus, studied in the forbidden section of the Bodliean, spoken with Blake and Harker. She recognised the signs. She paced the boundaries of the parish, searching for where the beast might have made its lair. An abandoned barn? Too open to chinks of sunshine. The church crypt? The ground was still hallowed, the seals unbroken. Aha! The old Cholford place. A decaying mansion, a teetering folly, with extensive cellars? And fresh blood splatters on the cobble stones in the yard! She checked the sun. She had enough time. Better to challenge the beast now, ends its reign of terror... Miss Claydon crept into the crypt. She was right! There it was! A female one, and strong by the look of it, lustrous from the fresh kills. Pistol in one hand, wooden stake in the other, she inched forward, tiptoeing on dainty heels to avoid altering the beast. It was still daylight, the fiend ought to be asleep... It was then that Miss Claydon discovered how dreadfully wrong she was. The creatures eyes few open, dazing her with the power of its baleful stare. A hand shot out faster than thought, grasping and grappling her. She fought the creature, but it was to no avail. In moments, she was bound, kneeling like a supplicant, a position which greatly pleased the Queen of the Night. The monster didn't speak. It merely watched, and hissed its amusement at Miss Claydon's desperate struggles. It could feel the latening hour, the gathering twilight, the immanence of night. Soon, it would feed. And soon, it would have a new lover/slave to join it in undeath.... Архив 15,4 Мб