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Before Nemesis can reach forth and open the ominous dungeon gate, a messenger arrives and whispers something in Dionysus' ear. He frowns in displeasure. “If that is true then we have no time to waste. Nemesis, release the prisoner.” Nemesis opens her mouth as if to object, looking clearly frustrated. Dionysus cuts her off, “We have more IMPORTANT matters to attend to now.”
The mistress of vengeance nods in resignation. “Yes, my lord.” Nemesis roughly shoves the helpless prisoner to her knees before not too gently undoing the cuffs. The beautiful embodiment of retribution whispers in her erstwhile prisoner's ear, her hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. “Don't think this is over yet slut. You merely have a brief reprieve. Your punishment will come for you when you least expect it.” Dionysus' entourage walks briskly away into another side passage, leaving the somewhat befuddled but now freed captive behind.
OOC: More to come later. Been too busy to post lately. But by all means carry on!!
The little thief's gasps and moans inadvertantly escaped from her lips as Nemesis continued her rough and thoroughly arousing ministrations. The leather crop flickered mercilessly across her body leaving swathes of reddened flesh. *whip* *whip* She found herself helplessly bound by the will of Nemesis. As she squirmed in pleasure and pain, she soon found that her humiliation had only started. Guiding her captive with the mere pressure of the crop tip, the thief now found herself staring at Nemesis' boots. At first she didn't comprehend, then it slowly dawned on her what was expected next. She was confused and incredulous, surely she couldn't mean… “Lick them. And slowly, I want them so clean I can see my reflection,” announced Nemesis in a tone that brooked no arguments.
After extracting the act of total submission from her captive, Nemesis put her boot on your shoulder, forcing you to bow your head to the ground and your ass into the air. Feeling hopelessly exposed and vulnerable, you feel the rough justice dispensed by Nemesis' crop. *whip* *whip* Your whole body feels suffused with mixed emotions, humiliation, arousal, and pain. And that's when you feel Nemesis fingers probing your most sensitive and rapidly wettening zone. Unable to contain yourself any more you feel your body twitching and shuddering with orgasmic delight.
Dionysus watches the proceedings with some interest. The host thoroughly enjoys the energy being given off by the night's revelers. This is exactly what he had in mind when deciding to hold this celebration. All the guests seemed to be either enjoying themselves or participating in some type of intrigue or another.
“This little slut has not fully learned her lesson yet. I suggest we move her to the dungeon, my lord.” Dionysus nods in agreement before replying in a deep voice, “Let her be initiated into the mysteries. Only then will she realize the full error of her ways.” Nemesis roughly pulls the captive to her feet before marching her through a side passage. Dionysus himself accompanies them to oversee this special rite. The stones of the passage are of ancient stone, they are cold to your bare feet. It feels dark dank and a little scary when you approach the oversized door. Your heart races and you begin to feel genuine fright at the threat of the unknown and what might await you behind this door.
Dionysus eyes are mysteriously knowing. He knows secrets that you can only guess at. There is also an air of expectance as if the captive might make one final plea to escape her fate. Nemesis on the other hand has a fiery look in her eyes. She is consumed in the moment, enacting the punishment that is her duty and her right. Your wrists are tightly grasped by your captor. Escape seems unlikely by mere use of force…
The erstwhile character previously known as Zorrina finds herself accosted before she can even get to her dress. “You're not going anywhere, thief!” The palace security has apprehended her! She feels hands firmly grabbing onto her body. She sees the eyes of onlookers burning with curiosity and a murmur goes through the crowd.
A messenger is dispatched, and meanwhile the palace cop whispers in her captive's ear. “You dirty little thief. Did you think that I wouldn't notice you purloining items just because you are now naked and unmasked?” She slaps her crop hard on your bottom, leaving a reddened patch of skin. The sudden pain both shocks and excites you. To show she is serious the cop cuffs your hands behind your back before publicly frisking you, very slowly, and thoroughly, lingering inappropriately in your most sensitive areas, eliciting a gasp from you and a sudden feeling of wetness between your legs.
As the cop finishes conducting her thorough and sensual search, Dionysus arrives. “What is the meaning of this, Nemesis?”, he asks with a glint of anger in his eye. “Who dares to disturb this night of revelry?” Nemesis replies as she shoves the captured offender to her knees. “This dirty whore has been stealing from the other guests! Permission to punish, my lord?” Dionysus replies in a sonorous voice of grim judgment, “Permission granted. I will leave the means of the punishment to your capable hands, Nemesis. Nobody disturbs the enjoyment of my guests without paying a price.” Dionysus then returns to his table, surrounded by a small gathering of nubile and celebrating maenads.
OOC: Nemesis is the greek goddess of punishment.The caputured thief's humiliation now takes center stage. Nemesis parades her in front, keeping her firmly under control. Any disapproved movement is immediately chastened with a flick of the leather crop. She feels simultaneously humiliated as never before and yet excited as never before. The watching onlookers only add to her shame, her face flushes red. “Now my dirty little slut, you will learn that all misdeeds will go punished, and by my hand!” The crop flicks forward like a leatherbound snake, stinging and punishing her most tender areas. *whip* *whip* She wants to cry for it to end yet beg for it not to stop at the same time. Nemesis is a strict mistress indeed! Who will plead to Nemesis for mercy on this captive's behalf? Will nobody come to her rescue or do they feel that here the punishment fits the crime?
The legend of Dionysus and the Maenads
and the thyrsus (which is a stick with a pine cone, suggesting fertility).
*Sister Ruth giggles softly.* It was a phallic symbol.
It sure is. *wink* But I thought nuns weren't supposed to talk about that kind of stuff! *g*
The legend of Dionysus and the Maenads
Dionysus is also commonly known by the Romans as Bacchus. He was the god of wine, agriculture, fertility of nature, and is the patron god of the Greek stage. He also represents the features of mystery, ecstasy, and delivery from the daily world through physical or spiritual intoxication, as well as secret rites. Dionysus has often been portrayed as either a youthful boy or as a bearded man. His symbols are the chalice, grape vines, and the thyrsus (which is a stick with a pine cone, suggesting fertility). He has been depicted riding leopards or riding a chariot drawn by leopards.
Most notable of Dionysus' followers are the Maenads. These 'crazy' women were known to indulge in secret rites in the forests, and in wild, unrestrained dances that were hazardous to any onlookers or bystanders. In one famous story, Dionysus inspired his followers into such a frenzy that the mother of the Theban king Pentheus, tore off her own son's head, believing him to be a lion. So in addition to his mystical powers Dionysus is famed for his fearsome, frenzied followers. Besides the famous Maenads, forest nymphs, and satyrs have also been associated with this god.
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Much mischief, dancing, feasting, and other intimate games were ongoing within the Masked Ball. Nothing was forbidden on this night, and all indulged equally of passion, strong spirits, and personal intrigue. The grand ballroom opened at exactly the stroke of midnight. A great pealing sound could be heard ringing throughout the hall like a giant sonorous gong. The giant doors of the Hall opened again as a procession of scantily dressed heralds dressed as satyrs and nymphs danced into the Ballroom. Not far behind them a pair of leashed leopards yowled in defiance as brawny and bronzed animal tamers held tightly onto them to prevent any possible carnage in this gathering. A few bystanders recoiled back in surprise from the wild animals.
Arriving on a leaf green divan, trimmed with purple curtains in the color of ripe grapes, was the host Dionysus who had stripped down to a minimalistic toga decorated with viny leaf patterns. His golden mask now appeared smooth and youthful and his eyes twinkled with mischief and delight at the revelry of his guests. “Welcome one and all to this wicked night of drink, merriment, and passion!”, boomed the host cheerfully. His grand arrival caught the eyes of those both seen and unseen. It was evident that Dionysus was enjoying himself immensely and wished the same to all his guests.
OOC: Play hard, and have fun doing it folks!
oops, sorry. BRB.
You're such a tease! Spanking for you!! *puts sinnnn over lap*
Anyways back ontopic. Seriously – if you afk during the 'good stuff' you better darn well give an explanation!
That's just common courtesy!Are y'all trying to tempt me to try out Redlight? Cos if that's a dare, I will try it!
Hell yeah. I am going to fight for the avatars right to get wet. Until that happens A-Team will have no rest from me. HAHAHAHAHA
Keep fighting the good fight! Let's see some lubrication in action! And I don't mean Jiffy Lube.
OOC: LOL looks like we have an invisible molester! Haha, guests, you must fend for yourselves! I can only control what I can see!
more sex, less afk please.
Just 400 more posts till I overtake the leaders, LOl.