Drayco84
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Kessa Summersword
HP: 64/64 Armor Class: 23 (Touch: 12, FF: 21)
CMD: 24 (FCMD: 22)
Fort: 7 Ref: 4 Will: 1 (+2 vs Enchantment)
Initative: OoC (+2) AoO: 3
Active Effects: None
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Mood: (Internally Screaming, Then Moaning.)
Tag: Machine, Melana
The nude and nervous half-elf inhales sharply as the metal device closes around her, leaving her in a cold... Okay, oddly warm and humming pod as the device shuts out all external stimuli save for Melana's singing, which was somehow enhanced, and leaves her in darkness. She can feel her breasts heave with her chest as she pants, an odd metallic taste in the air. She gasps sharply as she feels something hot and rubbery slithering against her before grabbing her, adjusting her limbs and moving her into position while covering her body with wet and tingling slime as ominous metallic clicking fills the chamber. She felt something prodding her sex and backdoor before the tentacles give her body a rough tug, and her entrance becomes lined up with a long, thick, wet and vibrating rod as it's slowly pushed into her depths. She cries out as her womanhood is entered while the rubbery things coil around her limbs, keeping her restrained.
She suddenly cries out in shock and pain as she feels her sensitive nipples and clit pierced by something, soon followed by a strange pleasure following the rhythms of the rod buried inside her. Far more alarmingly though, is a pair of small tentacles that invade her nose before making her cry out in pure agony as they root themselves in her body before the pain suddenly stops, like a lever in her brain had been pulled. She could feel buzzing... Pleasant buzzing from the tentacles invading her brain.... Telling her that she wanted them to invade her brain... They needed to do that to enslave her mind after all... Her mind getting enslaved was good, according to the voice in her head. Being a mindslave for Melana was good. Being an elf-slut was good. Obeying Melana and her whims was good. The pleasure running through her body was good. Being in the machine was good. The things she was getting told by the voice in her mind was good. It was all good as she began panting heavily, starting to enjoy the pleasure as her own thoughts and resistance began to slip away from the stimulation running through her body...
(Will Save 2+1=3)
HP: 64/64 Armor Class: 23 (Touch: 12, FF: 21)
CMD: 24 (FCMD: 22)
Fort: 7 Ref: 4 Will: 1 (+2 vs Enchantment)
Initative: OoC (+2) AoO: 3
Active Effects: None
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Mood: (Internally Screaming, Then Moaning.)
Tag: Machine, Melana
The nude and nervous half-elf inhales sharply as the metal device closes around her, leaving her in a cold... Okay, oddly warm and humming pod as the device shuts out all external stimuli save for Melana's singing, which was somehow enhanced, and leaves her in darkness. She can feel her breasts heave with her chest as she pants, an odd metallic taste in the air. She gasps sharply as she feels something hot and rubbery slithering against her before grabbing her, adjusting her limbs and moving her into position while covering her body with wet and tingling slime as ominous metallic clicking fills the chamber. She felt something prodding her sex and backdoor before the tentacles give her body a rough tug, and her entrance becomes lined up with a long, thick, wet and vibrating rod as it's slowly pushed into her depths. She cries out as her womanhood is entered while the rubbery things coil around her limbs, keeping her restrained.
She suddenly cries out in shock and pain as she feels her sensitive nipples and clit pierced by something, soon followed by a strange pleasure following the rhythms of the rod buried inside her. Far more alarmingly though, is a pair of small tentacles that invade her nose before making her cry out in pure agony as they root themselves in her body before the pain suddenly stops, like a lever in her brain had been pulled. She could feel buzzing... Pleasant buzzing from the tentacles invading her brain.... Telling her that she wanted them to invade her brain... They needed to do that to enslave her mind after all... Her mind getting enslaved was good, according to the voice in her head. Being a mindslave for Melana was good. Being an elf-slut was good. Obeying Melana and her whims was good. The pleasure running through her body was good. Being in the machine was good. The things she was getting told by the voice in her mind was good. It was all good as she began panting heavily, starting to enjoy the pleasure as her own thoughts and resistance began to slip away from the stimulation running through her body...
(Will Save 2+1=3)
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