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Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  SeiferHowling on Thu Jan 15, 2015 11:32 pm

The Izulan Tribe, habitants of Izula Island in the Beijo-Scardian islands, always kept a lookout for any who may invade their tiny, but well armed home. It was well-known that ancient treasure resided there, but the treasure was sacred to the Izula tribe, and they, and many other beasts at their will, guarded it at all costs. They particularly hated pirates, as those cocky buccaneers often drunkenly stormed the island, thinking they could best the tribe and its traps. However, as stories began to float around the more coy pirates, most knew not to even attempt the treasure on the island. In fact, it had become a place where mutinous pirates were left to their own devices, marooned to die.

The Izulan Tribe knew such had been the case this day, as they'd seen a pirate ship not far off in the distance. It came close enough to the island that someone could swim to it, but not close enough to warrant a search. It then sailed off into the sea, and the tribe awaited whomever was thrown overboard.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 12:33 am

SeiferHowling wrote:The Izulan Tribe, habitants of Izula Island in the Beijo-Scardian islands, always kept a lookout for any who may invade their tiny, but well armed home. It was well-known that ancient treasure resided there, but the treasure was sacred to the Izula tribe, and they, and many other beasts at their will, guarded it at all costs. They particularly hated pirates, as those cocky buccaneers often drunkenly stormed the island, thinking they could best the tribe and its traps. However, as stories began to float around the more coy pirates, most knew not to even attempt the treasure on the island. In fact, it had become a place where mutinous pirates were left to their own devices, marooned to die.

The Izulan Tribe knew such had been the case this day, as they'd seen a pirate ship not far off in the distance. It came close enough to the island that someone could swim to it, but not close enough to warrant a search. It then sailed off into the sea, and the tribe awaited whomever was thrown overboard.

"Damned cretinous bunch, forget you then! You can all go to hell!" The dripping wet Melissa screamed as the ship began to sail away. It's twin wheels turning, smoke spilling into the air; the sails on the front of the ship bellowing and pushing the Man-O-War away from the island with an incredible speed. Melissa shook her head, her raven black bangs flinging water, slinging it off as she stood knee deep on the beautiful shoreline. She frowned, her azure eyes filling with hate. "So, they go and drop me off eh? I'll show them..." she says, pushing inland. Her Baratis Templar Navy Uniform was soaked, her pants clinging to her skin as if she had no pants on at all, skin tight and no doubt showing off the curves of her rear to any who witnessed. Her breasts suffered a similar fate; the taught shirt heavy and clingy.

She walks up and pauses about six feet away from the tree line. She bowed her head, her black hair still dripping, and her body shivering. The look of the jungle before her didn't look trust worthy. She reached down, drawing her cutlass. She needed to build a raft. With a raft, she could leave this damnable place and get back at those damn pirates. She'll have her revenge, they wont get off for killing her captain! "For Captain Dawes!" she exclaimed, swinging the cutlass through the brush, advancing further inland.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 12:47 am

As Melissa made her way loudly through the brush, swinging her cutlass to make a path for herself, she was unaware that she was already being watched. She had been watched since she washed ashore, and those who were watching her were definitely scheming. The Izulan tribe had big plans for this pirate intruder, whatever her intentions. The males would enjoy this immensely. While they were there to capture her, sitting in stealthy silence among the foliage allowed them time to enjoy the sexy curves that the soaked woman's clothes provided. Her frustrated grunts as she sliced through branches were almost sexual in nature.

They watched eagerly as she unknowingly approached their trap. Who knew how many weapons she had at her disposal aside from the cutlasses, so they had other means if necessary, but this was always one of their favorites.

As she chopped through one of the branches, she heard a snap that was unlike the rest. Before she knew it, a net was cast from beneath her and she felt herself flung high into the branches!! Trapped, high in the canopies, a sitting duck in the net...

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:08 am

One minute she's cutting through the jungle vines and groves, the next she's flying high up into the canopy! "Whoa!" She had screamed as she was flung up, the constrictive net balling her up so tight that even though she had her cutlass was essentially useless. "Wh-what in the seven hells?!" She exclaimed, struggling within the net. Her body swaying, the heels of her boots jutting out from the net as she tried stretching, but to no avail. "What the-who the hell set this bloody thing up?!" she exclaimed, trying to manipulate her long cutlass, but it was ineffective yet. "Damn!" She exclaimed. She sat there for a moment, high above the trees. She closed her eyes, relaxing her shoulders breathing in before exhaling with a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes, letting her right hand touch her forehead before she swept back her wet bangs. She reopened her blue eyes, the right eye covered over by the peak-a-boo bang, her face looking plain and neutral at the moment. Though... her eyes shown fury. She looked about again. Someone obviously set this trap up; it was'nt the Dreadnaught, and it certainly wasn't her... the net looked old, but she didn't dig that deep into the jungle that an old trap was activated. No, this was relatively above the forest floor.

She remained quiet for the time being, even though the feeling of being suspended high in the air made her flesh crawl. She still had a pistol, it shouldn't be water logged, but it only did have one shot. If this net was set by someone who intended on capturing wandering deserters like her, she would have to be ready for them.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:21 am

The Izula tribe watched from below as Melissa dangled helplessly in the net. She appeared more angry than she did afraid. Typical of a pirate. But oh, they'd get her to snap. They always do. For little while they admire the young beauty. From below they had an even better look at her rump, the positioning in the net causing her crack to show as her pants rid up. Her breasts pressed against her knees, accentuating her cleavage. It was quite the show. And they were looking forward to the main event.

As quietly as they'd been this whole time, one of them shot a blow dart up at her. It stuck her directly in her behind, and her eyes lit as as she felt a pinch, a small gasp coming out of her. A moment later, her entire world went dark.

Next thing she knew, she awoke on the ground, but still in the net. Her weapons had been removed, as had most of her clothing. Her body still had some to be revealed, but she wasn't sure how long that would remain the same. She could hear chanting all around her. As her vision went from blurry to clear, she could see a crowd of people to her sides, throwing their arms up...and something massive before her. Held to the ground with ropes to keep it at bay, a massive lamprey-like creature, at least forty feet long, writhed, slinging slime everywhere. Members of the tribe tried to keep it steady, but it was temperamental. And Melissa didn't like where she was position in front of it...it's enormous maw gaping and roaring, dripping with saliva, bearing enormous teeth. She could see straight down it's ugly throat...

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:39 am

SeiferHowling wrote:The Izula tribe watched from below as Melissa dangled helplessly in the net. She appeared more angry than she did afraid. Typical of a pirate. But oh, they'd get her to snap. They always do. For little while they admire the young beauty. From below they had an even better look at her rump, the positioning in the net causing her crack to show as her pants rid up. Her breasts pressed against her knees, accentuating her cleavage. It was quite the show. And they were looking forward to the main event.

As quietly as they'd been this whole time, one of them shot a blow dart up at her. It stuck her directly in her behind, and her eyes lit as as she felt a pinch, a small gasp coming out of her. A moment later, her entire world went dark.

Next thing she knew, she awoke on the ground, but still in the net. Her weapons had been removed, as had most of her clothing. Her body still had some to be revealed, but she wasn't sure how long that would remain the same. She could hear chanting all around her. As her vision went from blurry to clear, she could see a crowd of people to her sides, throwing their arms up...and something massive before her. Held to the ground with ropes to keep it at bay, a massive lamprey-like creature, at least forty feet long, writhed, slinging slime everywhere. Members of the tribe tried to keep it steady, but it was temperamental. And Melissa didn't like where she was position in front of it...it's enormous maw gaping and roaring, dripping with saliva, bearing enormous teeth. She could see straight down it's ugly throat...

Melissa could remember the sharp pain stabbing into her buttocks, and then she was out...

When she came to, she still found she could hardly move, her vision blurring, and her body numb. She noticed her jacket had been removed, the sleeves of her white taut shirt were torn away, and her right shoulder's sleeves were pulled slightly down her shoulders, making it look like she was wearing a tube top, her breasts almost fully exposed. She could feel some bite marks on her breasts, and then found her pants had been torn slightly, her boots still on, but she doubt they still will be... Ahead of her, was the large screaming creature; it's form similar to that of a snake or a worm... but it produced sick sticky fluids like that of a slug slime. Her eyes widened, trying to slowly back away from the creature, but found herself unable to- she was still inside the net. She looked to one of the tribal people, and went for her gun-but like most of her clothing it was missing. She looked at him, her eyes big and her heart slowly climbing into her throat. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, looking back to the creature then back to the man, whom she guessed was the chief. "Please...tell me... what's the purpose of this?" she says as panic was slowly festering on the underside of her dark heart.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:51 am

The chief of the tribe walked up to the young woman, a devilish smile on his face. He didn't answer her immediately, just eyed up her ravishing body, almost stripped completely. The way he looked at her, it appeared it wasn't going to be that way for much longer. Kneeling down, the chief reached within the net and groped Melissa's sizable breasts with great delight, kneading them and getting cries out of her. She tried to struggle, to free himself from his advances, but the net made it quite difficult to fend him off. Plus, she was still weak from the poison, and he was quite strong. She could do nothing as he invaded her, soon tearing off the remainder of her shirt, allowing her breasts to fall free. He even managed to suck on her nipples through the openings in the net as his hand made its way between her legs. Her thighs clenched together in protest, but again, could do very little. She pleaded for him to stop, once again wanting answers. Despite being molested by this man, her eyes were still on the terrifying creature before her.

When done with her body, he looked her in the eye and said, "We have special ways of disposing of pirates who invade our islands. We feed them to our beasts."

At that, the chief removed himself and other tribesman moved in, taking Melissa by her limbs. She struggled, her breasts flopping to and fro, as they brought her closer to the writhing lamprey.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 2:13 am

SeiferHowling wrote:The chief of the tribe walked up to the young woman, a devilish smile on his face. He didn't answer her immediately, just eyed up her ravishing body, almost stripped completely. The way he looked at her, it appeared it wasn't going to be that way for much longer. Kneeling down, the chief reached within the net and groped Melissa's sizable breasts with great delight, kneading them and getting cries out of her. She tried to struggle, to free himself from his advances, but the net made it quite difficult to fend him off. Plus, she was still weak from the poison, and he was quite strong. She could do nothing as he invaded her, soon tearing off the remainder of her shirt, allowing her breasts to fall free. He even managed to suck on her nipples through the openings in the net as his hand made its way between her legs. Her thighs clenched together in protest, but again, could do very little. She pleaded for him to stop, once again wanting answers. Despite being molested by this man, her eyes were still on the terrifying creature before her.

When done with her body, he looked her in the eye and said, "We have special ways of disposing of pirates who invade our islands. We feed them to our beasts."

At that, the chief removed himself and other tribesman moved in, taking Melissa by her limbs. She struggled, her breasts flopping to and fro, as they brought her closer to the writhing lamprey.

Melissa flinched, unable to do anything but groan in humiliation as the chief had his way with her chest. She could feel his hand slip down behind her tight pants, feeling his hand slipping between her thighs, despite her attempts to stop him by pressing her thighs together. "P...Please, stah-ahh" she exclaimed, almost euphorically, his teeth upon her right breast's puckered nipple as he sucked on her, and to make things worse she could feel her sex begin to drip wet with excitement. She blushed heavily. "Plea-" she says again feeling her sex orgasming, letting out more fluid, splashing over his fingertips before he finally did stop. She didn't understand how..how he had made her aroused so quickly it was possible the poison they injected her did something to that eval.

His words made her eyes waver, and she slowly turned to the creature as she was lifted and brought closer to the beast. "Oh-oh God, no! Please, no!" She says trying to dig her boot's heels into the earth but her captors were stronger, and the creature in front of her was...hungry.

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Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 2:28 am

The beast roared magnificently as the tribesmen brought its meal closer, spraying her, and them, with saliva. Melissa's eyes closed for but a second from the disgusting spray, but then opened them again, unable to take them away from the beast's wide open maw. Her body glimmered from the sweat and saliva, trembling in the arms of the men who held her as her legs tried to stop her impending doom. The men holding the beast kept it at bay. They used ropes to lower its head down closer to her...they weren't going to just let the beast have its way. No, they were literally going to feed Melissa to this monster just as the chief had told her.

Once she was directly in front of the beasts maw, able to feel its hot breath wafting over her, the men lifted her back, holding her arms still. She stared straight down the rippling throat, mesmerized and horrified, her breasts heaving. They began to laugh as they slowly moved her toward the jaws, her panicked struggling starting once again. She pleaded with them, over and over to stop, to have mercy on her. But they had no mercy. Trapped in this net, she was moments away from being trapped in the maw of a beast that wanted to consume her.

Darkness over came her as she noticed the jaws start to close.

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Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 2:48 am

SeiferHowling wrote:The beast roared magnificently as the tribesmen brought its meal closer, spraying her, and them, with saliva. Melissa's eyes closed for but a second from the disgusting spray, but then opened them again, unable to take them away from the beast's wide open maw. Her body glimmered from the sweat and saliva, trembling in the arms of the men who held her as her legs tried to stop her impending doom. The men holding the beast kept it at bay. They used ropes to lower its head down closer to her...they weren't going to just let the beast have its way. No, they were literally going to feed Melissa to this monster just as the chief had told her.

Once she was directly in front of the beasts maw, able to feel its hot breath wafting over her, the men lifted her back, holding her arms still. She stared straight down the rippling throat, mesmerized and horrified, her breasts heaving. They began to laugh as they slowly moved her toward the jaws, her panicked struggling starting once again. She pleaded with them, over and over to stop, to have mercy on her. But they had no mercy. Trapped in this net, she was moments away from being trapped in the maw of a beast that wanted to consume her.

Darkness over came her as she noticed the jaws start to close.

"No! No! You bastards let go of me damn it!" she cried, getting some of her edge back. "I'm not a pirate, I'm an officer in the Baratis Imperial Navy, I'm a Templar Lieutenant Commander, I'm important damn it!" she cried, still trying to let her body sag in the net. She felt the fear creep up inside, looking up at the looming creature's large gaping jaws. "No, no please God you can't do this to me, I didn't even want to be here! I'm innocent! Innocent!!" she cried, her blue eyes wide and wavering, her body cramped in a net, topless, molested and ready to face the hungry wrath of a creature she did not even understand. "No!!" she cried, closing her eyes, feeling the warm air cloaking her body, and felt the warm liquid of the saliva splashing down over her as she shuttered, knowing deep down, that there was nothing she could do now... the scene was going to keep rolling, and this creature was going to be the star of this play.

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Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:02 am

Melissa let out a bloodcurdling scream as the jaws snapped down over her upper body, the men finally letting go of her. Her legs kicked and scissored within the confines of the net, but it didn't allow her much room to struggle at all. Her whole body trembled as the warmth of the maw washed over her and the pressure on her body squeezed the air out of her. Her breasts were pressed almost up against her face as it sucked on her. She squirmed within the tight maw, attempting to keep screaming, but she could barely move. The beast, now knowing the meal was its own, began to have its way with Melissa. It shook her left and right, getting cries out of her. The tribesman cheered as the girl kicked her legs about, the net flapping away, only to fall heavily again on top of her.

The beast threw its whole body back and opened its maw wide. Melissa felt the momentum of her body fly upward, and as the mouth opened again toward the sky, she could see how devastatingly close the was to the throat. This caused her to let out another scream before she was basically silenced, the beast snapping its maw shut. Her muffled cries could still be hear within the closed mouth, as the lamprey hadn't swallowed her yet. He kept her within its jaws, suckling her. She could feel the saliva slipping between all her crevices, her body sliding closer to the tight tomb in front of her. The disgusting sounds in the maw made her shiver and she wanted it all to be over. Within moments, this beast would swallow her...

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Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:30 am

SeiferHowling wrote:Melissa let out a bloodcurdling scream as the jaws snapped down over her upper body, the men finally letting go of her. Her legs kicked and scissored within the confines of the net, but it didn't allow her much room to struggle at all. Her whole body trembled as the warmth of the maw washed over her and the pressure on her body squeezed the air out of her. Her breasts were pressed almost up against her face as it sucked on her. She squirmed within the tight maw, attempting to keep screaming, but she could barely move. The beast, now knowing the meal was its own, began to have its way with Melissa. It shook her left and right, getting cries out of her. The tribesman cheered as the girl kicked her legs about, the net flapping away, only to fall heavily again on top of her.

The beast threw its whole body back and opened its maw wide. Melissa felt the momentum of her body fly upward, and as the mouth opened again toward the sky, she could see how devastatingly close the was to the throat. This caused her to let out another scream before she was basically silenced, the beast snapping its maw shut. Her muffled cries could still be hear within the closed mouth, as the lamprey hadn't swallowed her yet. He kept her within its jaws, suckling her. She could feel the saliva slipping between all her crevices, her body sliding closer to the tight tomb in front of her. The disgusting sounds in the maw made her shiver and she wanted it all to be over. Within moments, this beast would swallow her...

Melissa screamed bloody murder as was surrounded by the toothy maw and instantly hoisted high into the air again. "Make it stop make it stop!" She exclaimed almost barely after the wind had been crushed from her lungs. She wheezed and screamed as she is then swung left to right, the creature thrashing, the people cheering and her body unable to cope with all the stress. Her body was now the will of the creatures, and it is then that it rears back and widens its maw did she scream her loudest before darkness and the wet surroundings of the maw engulfed around her. She was inside a net already, but this made going cramp to a new level. "Oh God no, this can't happen, I'm not supposed to die this way, I don't even know what the bloody hell you are! Let me go damn it! Please, I'm not even supposed to be here!" she cried again, but to no avail. The creature's primitive need to feed was too much, and even if it was more intelligent it wouldn't let her go anyhow, and there were too many factors why to care for as her biggest concern was facing the tunnel ahead of her.

"Oh please, no..no no" she shivered, despite the warmth she shivered because her blood had run cold; she was staring death in the face again, but this time death had groped it's deadly talons into her, and wasn't planning on letting her go.. no it planned on letting her slide on down! "NO!" She screamed, lurching forward thanks to the creature, her entire body proned above the gaping throat, her body squirming, struggling within a net that was within a throat. "Oh gosh, please! STOP! NO!!" she exclaimed again, feeling her body sink into the hole, her knees pressing against her breasts, her arms pinned against her knees with the exception of her right hand which was above her head. Her eyes wide, looking up in the darkness. "No...plea!" she pleaded, feeling her body swelling out the throat of the creature; saliva coating her body, sinking through her pant, making the leather of her boots shiny and glossy with a sick wetness to them. Her heart beat so fast as she sees that this is the end. "No, I'm a Lieutenant Commander in the Baratis Navy, you can't do this to me!" she screamed, feeling her hope drain and her panic climaxing, the end was drawing nearer.

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Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:47 am

Melissa let out her final shriek, so loud that it pierced even the closed maw of the lamprey, as she felt the muscles in the push her forward and the even stronger muscles of the throat ripple, pulling her down. With one, huge, disgusting GULP, her entire body encased in the net went slipping down the tight tunnel. It was so tight, in fact, that her pants and boots slipped off as she was sucked down...but the clothes quickly followed. The net pressed tightly against her exposed breasts and ass, her skin wanting to pop out of the small checkers, her nipples erect from the slick tunnel. It was like she was a cured ham, ready to be served. She gurgled as she swallowed fluids on her way down, her body convulsing from both fear and and molestation.

Outside, the tribesman cheered as they could see her struggling bulge move down the creature, her body embossed in its snake-like form. Inside, she was squeezed through a sphincter and was pushed out into the stomach. There, she quickly expelled whatever liquid was in her mouth, only to fall into a pool of something even more vile. The stench was almost unbearable, and it seemed that light could actually make its way through the skin of this beast, because Melissa could SEE in here! Trapped within the stomach, the weight of the net bore down on her as she struggled and screamed, continuing to plead as she could hear the cheering tribesmen over the churning of the stomach. The net pulled her under the pool of stomach acids and bile, knotting itself as she struggled, unintentionally inching her closer to drowning. She could feel the acids start to work at her skin, the tingling beginning, dread filling her. She was about to be fucking digested alive. She flung herself up against the walls of the stomach, her hands and breasts pressed against the fleshy prison, groveling to be let out.


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Post  Melissa Ronson on Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:17 am

SeiferHowling wrote:Melissa let out her final shriek, so loud that it pierced even the closed maw of the lamprey, as she felt the muscles in the push her forward and the even stronger muscles of the throat ripple, pulling her down. With one, huge, disgusting GULP, her entire body encased in the net went slipping down the tight tunnel. It was so tight, in fact, that her pants and boots slipped off as she was sucked down...but the clothes quickly followed. The net pressed tightly against her exposed breasts and ass, her skin wanting to pop out of the small checkers, her nipples erect from the slick tunnel. It was like she was a cured ham, ready to be served. She gurgled as she swallowed fluids on her way down, her body convulsing from both fear and and molestation.

Outside, the tribesman cheered as they could see her struggling bulge move down the creature, her body embossed in its snake-like form. Inside, she was squeezed through a sphincter and was pushed out into the stomach. There, she quickly expelled whatever liquid was in her mouth, only to fall into a pool of something even more vile. The stench was almost unbearable, and it seemed that light could actually make its way through the skin of this beast, because Melissa could SEE in here! Trapped within the stomach, the weight of the net bore down on her as she struggled and screamed, continuing to plead as she could hear the cheering tribesmen over the churning of the stomach. The net pulled her under the pool of stomach acids and bile, knotting itself as she struggled, unintentionally inching her closer to drowning. She could feel the acids start to work at her skin, the tingling beginning, dread filling her. She was about to be fucking digested alive. She flung herself up against the walls of the stomach, her hands and breasts pressed against the fleshy prison, groveling to be let out.


She let out a blood-curdling scream as she plummeted down the tight confines of the creatures throat. "Heeegghhhyeerrr!" exhaled from her mouth, her large blue eyes wide and cracked with fear as she is sent down towards her doom. Outside the ritual was at it's climax it seemed, and Melissa was now entering the stomach when the darkness gave way to mild illumination. Her struggling wiggling form which had been tight through the throat was now a little more free, and she had some room, but not much. She screamed, the burning acids flaring her skin as she struggled to keep atop the pool of acid that she had splashed into. "Oh Gods, what have you done to me?! Why let me suffer such a miserable fate!" she exclaims, pushing her body against the wall, the skin almost thin enough to see outside; outside her face, was beautifully detailed embossing the fleshy slimy skin of the Giant Lamprey, who seemed to have enjoyed the taste of poor Melissa Ronson. She screamed and begged to be let out, but the acids continued to eat at her. Her pants had been vaporized, the boots began to tarnish then melt, her buckles and metal object will survive, but will corrode. Her black hair upon her head will strangely remain once the acids get to her face; but her legs were already beginning to break down, having already lost feeling in her feet, she dared not to look down, the fear and pain was already too much for her.

"I...cant be happen...this way...." She let out another scream, this one weak and pained, and orgasmic in nature as the acids rip away her pelvis and strip away her abdomen. Her eyelids flutter drool slips from the corner of her mouth as she slowly slips under the pool, her raven hair appearing above the pool slipping in and then so does the net. Plop! The pool bubbles immensely, churning from acidic green/yellow with a more reddish tinge thanks to Melissa's organs and blood entering the mix. Gas bubbles erupt from the pool and Melissa's body sinks to the deeper, darker recesses of the Lamprey's body.

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Post  SeiferHowling on Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:39 am

As the sun rose the next day, the sunlight case light on the soft waves making their way to the shore. The beach was as quiet as the moment Melissa had arrived on the island, but something was left on the beach, something the waves almost reached but could not touch. A reminder to any who arrived on the island that this was not a place for them. A pile of excrement, flies buzzing about it, lay in the sand underneath torn up net. Within the brown goop were the bleached bones of Melissa and whatever metal remnants her clothes had left behind. All other fabrics were gone, and some of her raven hair remained on her skull. It's mouth was still wide open, as if she continued to scream even past her death.

Any who traversed this isle, or were marooned there, were to find themselves a similar fate.

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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Reiko Miller on Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:09 pm

SeiferHowling wrote:As the sun rose the next day, the sunlight case light on the soft waves making their way to the shore. The beach was as quiet as the moment Melissa had arrived on the island, but something was left on the beach, something the waves almost reached but could not touch. A reminder to any who arrived on the island that this was not a place for them. A pile of excrement, flies buzzing about it, lay in the sand underneath torn up net. Within the brown goop were the bleached bones of Melissa and whatever metal remnants her clothes had left behind. All other fabrics were gone, and some of her raven hair remained on her skull. It's mouth was still wide open, as if she continued to scream even past her death.

Any who traversed this isle, or were marooned there, were to find themselves a similar fate.

Reiko stepped up to the fresh mound before her, staring blankly at the bleached bones with bits of hair and metal attached near the center of the sandy shore. "Hm...not quite a 'fitting end'. Well, now I know not to 'feed the animals' on this island." She says, cocking both her .22 handguns; she advanced further inland to gage a target.
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Re: Marooned on a Desert Island

Post  Jynx-Soo on Mon Aug 31, 2015 6:47 pm

"Alice, thats good right there." Jynx calls out to the bikini clad woman who had been positioning herself on the beach for a few minutes now. She looked the woman over, and shook her head. "Wait, let me fix something..." she says removing herself from the large boulder. The sea breeze rustled through her hair and rustled her red robes as she stands before Alice. "Okay, so remember, this photographer is one of the best I know. I put a lot on this, so don't screw up. Remember, this is for the Devil Hunter magazine. Now the creature that is supposed to come out is going to look real, and I will tell you this now: It's terrifyingly accurate. Don't try to run away but look as scared as possible, okay? This is stuff for the front cover." she says, adjusting Alice Alsworth's bikini, grabbing both of her large breasts, lifting them a little before slipping her hands inside the bikini, adjusting them so that her nipples would poke through the thin lining of the bikini, while also enjoying their litheness. She then crouched, adjusting the bikini bottom. "We have to sexualize the magazine a little this time, and I've been tasked to ensure your safety because this Island is infested with creatures that would eat you up in a heart beat, but they don't frequent this side of the beach at all for some ungodly reason."

Jynx spoke true, with exception of 'why'. She knew why beasts didn't frequent this spot, it was because of the demon she was hired to slay. The other monsters were afraid to enter it's territory, where they now stood. It was a demon that had once been human, but he sold his soul to the Sin of Gluttony, and became a voracious beast. The beast itself looked somewhat human, but it was definitely not anymore:



It's only human traits it had left, was it's curiosity towards women. However, it preferred to eat them with it's massive mouth, and supposedly the beast squishes it's prey into a near hidden stomach chamber near it's groin, where it slowly digests them alive. It was a sick creature to be sure, but Jynx still had to prepare the prey.

"Hm..." she says, staring at her crotch then swayed her body around the model like woman, looking at the folds of her bikini around her buttocks. "Yeah, these need to be tight..." she says, adjusting the folds of cloth, squishing them between the womans cheeks into a 'thong' of sorts, while lowering the front end dangerously below the bikini line. "...there!" she smiled, gratified and smacking the girls ass playfully before stepping back. "Okay, any questions?" she asked her quote end quote 'assistant'.
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