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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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It took a bit for Soundwave to even whisper the dirty word to Monika's ear, and he dearly hopes that she savor that single moment because it'll take a while for him to utter another dirty word. He's already showed himself bare to her eyes alone, after all. He needs the cooldown.
Before he moves, he leans in to give Monika a quick kiss on the lips while rolling his nipple around Monika's behind her dress, and then laps away the blood staining her lips with his tongue, swallowing their combined sweetness while humming pleasantly. Speaking of sweetness, he can't wait to have a taste of her core down there.
And without any further detour, he moves down between her legs and marvels at the sight of her drenched pussy. And Monika is so generous to lift her dress up for him. Oh, he should get her panties out of the way first, and so he does that, he removes the panties tempting to the fabric absorbed. But decides against it because.... It'd look weird if he does that. Besides, he doesn't want her thinking he's a pervert.
Dropping the panties next to her, his eyes turn back to her pussy. His face remains inexpressive, but she can tell that he's definitely staring hard, drinking in the sight. Ah, he should be drinking in her pussy with his mouth.
With that, he leans his head down, inching closer and closer to her until his lips are--
...
Figures there's going to a dumb catch. Her devious tone he'd ignore earlier should've told him that much. His face lingers close to her core and tongue hangs out just inches away from lapping her drenched pussy.]
I wouldn't want to overstimulate you.
[Fine, have it her way. She came pretty hard, after all. Maybe she needs the recovery.
He'll stay close to her core. But at least there's other places he could put his mouth to good use that wouldn't be as tonguing her overstimulating pussy. Her soft thighs for example. He'll just lap at her inner thighs instead, giving them soft, languid kisses much like he would give a chaste kiss to Monika's lips while he waits. Though, he doesn't exactly hide him losing patience rapidly.]
Hurry up and recover. [He mumbles under his breath.]
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So, she watches, getting more comfortable, propping herself up by putting her arm under her pillow. He's about to put on one hell of a show, and she wants to be sure she can see every bit of his performance. ]
Aww. Sweet, sweet Soundwave. Always so good to me.
[ With a bit more humming, she shifts her hips to get her lower end "comfortable" as well, something that'll put the pussy he's so eager to taste so close and yet so far from his mouth. Maybe she won't be too mean to him. She'll wait a reasonable amount of time. He won't have to beg too hard.
Until he mumbles.
She briefly glares. She didn't entirely catch what he'd said, but she knows it was something she wouldn't like. Screw being nice. Now he's goddamn working for it. ]
Mm, don't kiss there. [ Her whimper is sooo convincing. ] I'm sensitive there, too.
[ Take that, you jerk. Now you can't even get the taste of leftovers on her legs, you pervert in denial! ]
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A low grumble as the pussy inches closer to him, tempting but he doesn't want to appear desperate when he had already begged her.]
So... What? Do you want me to simply watch you while you recover? At this rate, my throat will be dehydrated.
[While he whines about it, his hand takes hold of her damp panties and squeezes, soaking her juices on his hand. Don't mind any of that!]
You could touch my... privates while you recover.
[He's getting a tiny bit frustrated now. Though he won't act on anything just yet, he simply rests his cheek on his wet palm-- the same hand that just squeezed her panties - and his finger brush along her lips. Not much, but it's something.]
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[ Damn right, he's going to watch! He's going to see how driving him batty is driving her batty in return. She's not getting any dryer down there. He's going to have her dripping all over again just from knowing he wants to devour her so badly.
Also? Called it. Pervert! Depending on his behavior, that may be brought up verbally. ]
I don't think I can do anything with my hands... [ Would you look at that! She needs her other arm under the pillow to increase her comfort. ] I slept on them funny earlier. They hurt!
[ And now she turns her hips so she can cross her legs, ignoring his touches to the best of her ability. She feels awfully exposed. What if someone walked over and saw? This view is for Waveypoo's eyes only! ]
Maybe touch yourself while you wait? Just make sure your coat's blocking all the good parts from everyone else~
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Whatever, I'm not that thirsty.
[So said the mech who's still tasting her on his palm. As for touching himself? His initial thought is to say "no". He wouldn't want to do such an embarrassing and sexual act like masturbation in public. Neverminded he's willingly fucked her pussy with his fingers and also wanting to wet his throat with her juices. But then, another thought comes to mind, and as Monika reminds him, his coat can block all the good parts.
His hand once again squeezes her panties, drying it out at this point, but there's enough moisture to make his hand wet again. However, this won't go in the direction Monika may be thinking. He'll have to move away from the lovely slight of her drenched pussy, but that's fine, in exchange she gets a show.
He crawls over a top Monika, careful to not touch her "sensitive" skin while he gets into position. His legs splay over her, knees rest on either side of his torso, and his wet hand wraps around his cock. With this position, his coat can hide both his and Monika's good parts. No show for the other people who may pass by them.]
For your eyes only, my bratty Lord.
[Oh, he can't not at least get one childish response back at her. But without waiting to hear a response, he begins to jerks himself off, but his eyes are trained on Monika's, crimson staring deep into emerald. He could be staring at her tantalizing bits instead, but she has such lovely and sexy eyes, too.]
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He's not going to get much of a view of her lovely, sexy eyes. Monika glares throughout the "show" she's been duped into watching, displeasure radiating off her. ]
Your generosity knows no bounds.
[ A phrase she's repeating from earlier, but he's spared a creative nickname. She's too angry to use one. This has already gone beyond playfully dominating him. Now, she wants him to suffer.
He's given one glance at his hand stroking over his cock, then nothing else. Instead, she forces a yawn--because wow, this show's so boring all of a sudden!--and she pulls her arms free, giving them a small stretch while arching her back under him in the process. This pushes her breasts up. A spoiler for what's to come! ]
Are you sure you got enough lube, by the way? My poor undies are probably bone-dry by now...
[ She noticed, pervert. You're officially called out.
Her dress has thin straps, so it's not terribly hard to slide them down her shoulders. That way, she can pull down the top and lovingly expose those lovely tits he loves so much. How nice for him that she skipped out on wearing a bra today, hmm? ]
Plus, it's going to be super disappointing if you get off before you can fuck me. I wouldn't want anything to do with you if you came before then. [ She scoffs. ] But that probably doesn't matter right now, does it?
[ After shutting her eyes, she runs her fingers over her nipples. He's no longer worthy of her attention. He's been unfollowed and blocked! ]
I'll occupy myself while you do that. I have to make sure I'm ready for later.
[ "Later" what? Who knows! It's a mystery! ]
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Of course, not much fun if his sole audience isn't into the show and showing active displeasure, so his jerking off does slow down eventually. And it stops completely when she isn't watching anymore. Jeez, she seems to be good ]
I don't know what you are talking. [Undies? Bone-dry? My, how did that happen.] If you let me touch your... you know, I might have enough to use as lube.
[He's not going to say it for the second time. They wouldn't be in this if he just let him taste her.
His eyes shift down to her rolling her own nipples. He should've been aware when they nipples touched earlier, but it only just hit him that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress. It makes him wonder... Did she expect this to happen? With him?]
Ready for what?
[She can't just drop that without expecting him to ask.]
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And, as usual, since he doesn't want to say the word, she'll do it for him...at a volume loud enough for others to possibly hear. ]
Is it my pussy you want to touch? The pussy you couldn't wait to eat out, so you had to be a jerk about it? Is it that pussy you're talking about?
[ It's getting a very nobody cares reaction, but he doesn't need to know that. It's all about taming him. Maybe if he'd be a better sub, she wouldn't have to stoop to these sorts of crass tactics!
And hopefully...she won't have to resort to more physical ones.
He's deemed worthy of her opening one eye to look at him for a second or two. She then shrugs, closes said eye, and goes back to flicking her nipples and rolling her breasts in her hands. The action makes her let out a sigh of genuine pleasure. Ohhh, Soundwave, this feels sooo good! If only you could be fucking these perky boobs while she does this! ]
Oh, did you ask me something? [ She totally heard. ] It's no big deal. Maybe someone can come over and help me. I'm sure someone around here is willing!
[ If anyone's the jerk around here, it's obviously her. ]
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But it does the job of taming him back at least. He may be willing to be submissive, but being a good and proper sub is a different story. As she might already found, she'll have to train him to be a good sub. And who knows, maybe she'll have to resort to physical means with him.
If anyone dumb enough to actually dare step foot into their sacred spot in this public place to help her, they'll get an angry glare from Soundwave that may make most lesser people think twice. Oh, is that him being possessive of Monika possibly? Maybe? Think nothing of it.
Thankfully most don't really care. His eyes fall down to her breasts, watching Monika pleasuring herself. Primus, why is she so hot..... Why is he into this annoying jerk.]
I'll wait...
[Jerk.
Soundwave slinks back to his previous position. She said not to touch her pussy or her inner thigh, so he'll just keep her thighs and asscheeks instead. Those are free game with her dumb vague orders. There he's literally kissing your ass, Monika.]
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It's never so easy with Monika. ]
Ahaha. How about that? You can teach an old pervert new tricks.
[ Her show ends. With excessive daintiness, she pulls up her dress and carefully slides the straps back into place. She wouldn't want anything dangling about and getting in the way for what she's about to do. He's technically following orders, yes. Not touching anything she vaguely specified. But he's still being an insolent asshole, so he must pay for his crimes. That's what friends are for. ♥
Her other shoe goes flying, landing a few feet away. She's whipped her legs around so fast, she shocks herself, but that shock's quickly put aside because she has a mech's avatar to choke. Well, "choke". Those athletic thighs she's been blessed with are now clamped around his neck, getting some remnants of his blood smearing onto them, but she pays no mind to it.
She sits up to get more leverage, aiming to drag his head down to the blanket, making the pressure as crushing as she can manage. While she has no intentions of actually hurting him, she's definitely got a look on her face that implies otherwise. Maybe she'll discover just how much force it takes to break a neck with thighs. ]
Stop. Disrespecting. Me.
[ There's a squeeze with each syllable for emphasis. How long, she wonders, will it take for him to fight back? Will he even try to? Either way, he's finally got a face full of all the pussy he could want. What a shame that he can't do anything with that turn of events. ]
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Stuck with the pressure crushing around his neck and face, his fingers continue to grip hard around her thighs, but notably he isn't actually doing much to actually get her off him. Hell, he has an easy option to escape from this punishment- by making his avatar intangible, but he chooses not to. And Monika, whether having the intention or not, won't have to worry about hurting him. He can endure a lot more than he looks, even in this body.
That said, it wouldn't be a... fun sight if he doesn't at least show some bit of struggle. So his legs mainly begin to trash about with the increasing crushing pressure on his face, muffled voice begging for mercy, moans muffled by the wet pussy on him. Oh, he so desire this part of her ever since this started. Each squeeze gets a muffled moan out of him and his nails biting into her thighs.
Stop disrespecting her?]
Or... What?
[Maybe he hasn't learned enough lesson yet. Despite his position, maybe he hasn't. Muffled as his words may be, it should be clear that he's still being a combative sub. But if that isn't clear enough, he delivers a powerful spank to her asscheek, hard enough to hear the piercing slap against flesh and leaving a hand mark on her. Oh, he'll continue to disrespect her. He'll see how far she will go... To make him fully submit to her. She had proven herself before with her incipient skills, and now she has to prove herself to him again.]
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Her mouth twists into a toothy grin, eyes aglow with madness as she drinks in his muffled noises, ignoring how his nails dig in. Again, she has that look of someone who'd happily watch him bleed out if she could do that much damage. If not for all the witnesses around, it'd be interesting to see if she could manage it.
Too bad he temporarily knocks her off her throne. ]
Ahh!
[ That cry was loud enough to get some brief attention from the others around them. Or was it more the resounding smack to her poor ass? Whatever it was, she's left reeling, red-faced and dumbstruck, and her thighs release him after she instinctively rubs at the stinging pain he's left behind. It's not like it's never happened to her before. There's always worse that could happen, too. But to be so humiliated, degraded, made to feel insignificant? It infuriates her all over again, just as it has before. Her body shakes, her jaw hurting from how painfully tight it is. ]
Maybe I'll put you back to sleep and leave you here?
[ Too easy, though, and not nearly enough for the retribution he deserves. Growling loudly, she moves at that same quick speed and tackles him, shoving his shoulders down into the blanket. Her hips are firmly planted on his chest and arms, in just the right place to keep him from accessing the wet heat he's been dying to have. He'll also lose a lot of the modesty his jacket had been providing. How sad. Besides, it's not like he'll actually fight, will he? ]
Hmm. No. [ She rolls her shoulders. ] I think I'll start by repaying the favor.
[ That's all the warning he gets before she draws her hand back and throws every ounce of force she can manage into slapping his face, breathing heavily from her unbridled rage. She'll go plenty far for him. Farther than she probably should, because no one is allowed to win but her. ]
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He's free, so he stands up to gloat over the fallen tyrant. Only to then, allow himself to be tackled back down into the blanket. An "oof" escapes his lips when Monika sits down on his chest and arms, groaning a little from her weight pressing him down.
Before he could even make the protest that his breasts and erect cock are laid bare out in the open, whatever words he has in mind for her are all thrown out the moment he receives a resounding slap to his face. Even the embarrassment of losing his modesty is completely gone in his mind.
Eyes wide, he blinks for a couple of times before slowly turning his head back to her, lids easing back down to his normal. A visible red mark is left on his swollen cheek. He could feel the rage behind that slap and the lingering anger that stings his cheek.
She's right. He doesn't fight back. Hundreds of ways he could think of to physically hurt Monika and throw her off her throne, but he'll enact none of them. He doesn't want to, unless Monika is about to do something life threatening.
However, that doesn't mean he lacks "ammo". Ammo that will infuriate sweet Monika. As she would know, Soundwave is not the type to talk much, but now she will learn that he's fully capable of banters and taunts.]
All that strength you mustered, and that was it? Disappointing, my Lord.
[What he's about to do next is uncouth. But he knows it'll anger her further than she already is and keep the disrespecting train going. No doubt his words are doing a good job at that already. Will he regret it? Probably, probably not. Whatever punishment he receives from her, he'll accept it because he loves his dear best friend so much, he's willing to let her get away with most things.
Oh, about the thing he's about to do? He spits on her. His aim is true and his spit hits her directly at the face. And there, a rare grin directing at his dominant above him, daring her to tame an increasingly unruly sub.]
he'll be fiiiine
She blinks once. Twice. Reaches up and touches the spit running down the bridge of her nose, meandering along her cheek, pooling on her upper lip. His words press in, each one beyond insolent. And that stupid grin! Disappointing? She's disappointing? He should never treat her this way. He needs to fucking submit.
Her eyes turn back to his, widened with complete derangement this time. It's all bait, what he's doing, but she doesn't recognize it as such. No matter--it lights her fury into an inferno all the same. This has gone beyond something sexual. Now? It's personal.
His red, swollen cheek is splattered with his own spit when she smacks it again. And again. ]
Is this funny to you?
[ Her voice is piercing ice, clashing with the fire licking her skin. She slaps him again, as hard as she can, then switches to her other hand to equally attack his cheeks. She eventually loses count of how many times she strikes him.
It's not enough.
Body tense, every inch shaking, palms stinging, her thighs tighten around him, and her hands drop down to secure a crushing grip around his neck. There's no holding back with it. Her nails aim to pierce and scratch his skin, and she especially focuses on digging her thumb into the wound she left behind from her earlier bites. Seeing the faces of everyone that's ever wronged her projected onto his, she wants to harm him. As long as she doesn't stab him in the heart, everything goes, doesn't it~?
Monika shakes him by his neck, enough to lift his head off the blanket and slam it back down, before she leans in to hiss deadly words in a deadly low tone near his face. ]
Do anything like that again? I'll cut your fucking tongue out. [ Her thumb in particular pushes in hard enough to sink into a channel she's been stabbing into the deepest of his wounds, more thick blood oozing out. ] Are we clear, peasant~?
[ Can't have a Lord without a peasant to serve them, now can you? ]
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Of course, that isn't the end of it. That spit must've really got under her skin, as the ]
A-agh, Moni..ka...
[Finally, she gets a sound out of him. Choking noises leave his lips as his neck is being crushed, oozing blood down his neck. Then, a pained cry when she digs into his fresh wound, before he channels it into a whine by biting his teeth down his bottom lip, applying hard enough pressure to pierce the skin and leak blood. Again, he tries to say her name with great difficulty, but never once he begs for her to stop.
All throughout him practically being her punching bag, his erect cock throbs and leaks out enough pre to coat his length. . It's odd; in all his years of being tortured or being beaten up, he never felt anything like... Admiration and affection towards the person beating him. Of course, if he isn't feeling anything like that towards Monika, there would actually be a legitimate struggle to get her off him and have her face consequences. Instead, he willingly lay down on the blanket and let himself be used to take out all of her frustration on him, even if it may result in him being covered in bruises and bleeding all over.
If his arms aren't trapped under Monika's thighs, his body would've subconsciously jack itself off to this. Small blessings she's still sitting on him, as that would just give ammo for Monika to think him a freak.
Any attempt to say anything ceases momentarily when she slams the back of his head down, squeezing his eyes shut, whining loud to keep his voice low. His head is dizzy from the slam, but he opens his eyes back up to see the deranged girl's face so close to him.
The punishment isn't over yet, however. The wound from her earlier bite has worsen thanks to he thumb stabbing into it. But he won't beg. Again and again, he won't let her have the satisfaction of hearing him crying out in pain again. The most she'll get from him for now is just a whine of pain.
Difficult to talk with her hand gripping his neck and what voice even comes out of him was nothing more than pained sounds as her thumb digs into his wound, spurting thick blood and painting the blanket under him with it. Eventually, he manages to get the word, raspy and hoarse.]
We... We are clear, my Lord.
[He won't beg just yet, but he'll relent for now. The grin on him earlier is effectively erased, as he now takes her seriously. However, the question remains... does he submit to her? No, not yet, but she is getting there.]
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Still. It's not enough, and she knows she can get more. It's just as she's suspected before--he likes this. He must if he lets her treat him this way. He's the only one in the resort that's allowed her to at such a level. Everyone else either fights back against her dominance, be it intentional or unintentional, or finds a way to overwhelm her before she can go too far. But not Soundwave. He's the only one that's seen this much of her awful true self and lived to tell the tale, so he's got that going for him, doesn't he?
Monika drops a little lower, kissing his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip as she pulls away. Her mouth is left painted with a fresh coating of his glow, a touch of beauty to complement her uncomfortably unblinking stare. ]
You sound so good like this...
[ Abruptly, his neck is released, and she sits back up, taking her drenched thumb into her mouth and sucking his blood off. She's slow and meticulous about it, one finger after another following that, since he deserves an amazing show of what he can't have. If only he'd been more obedient!
The next act of the show begins when she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, fully baring herself for him, emphasizing such with a long, languid stretch. Once she's finished, her head tilts with a smile that'd look downright innocent, if not for all she's done and continues to do. ]
Want some~?
[ She dangles the fingers of her still-bloodied hand near his lips, just for a few seconds. There's a giggle, then she draws them back, cupping one of her breasts and smearing the blood all over, focusing on her nipple in particular, sighing softly as her fingers swirl around it. If he wants to bait her, she can bait right back.
Her knees shift outward, pushing her weight into each bend of his arms, hoping to further lock them into place. Then, ever so slowly, she tilts forward, bringing her breasts closer to his face. And there they'll remain, hovering out of reach, until he gives more of what she wants to hear.
She giggles again, sharply punching one of his shoulders so he can't get too distracted. ]
Apologize.
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Even looking into the deranged, wide-eyed stare Monika is giving him is making his chest overheat. Although it's overheating for a different reason, but still overheat much like any time she's around him.
When their lips meet for a kiss, he kisses back, despite the pain and discomfort from having his neck squeezed and bleeding out. Then, he gasps once his throat is mercifully released, wheezing and panting.
He recovers soon enough to see her sucking her bloodied thumb. So perverse, so naughty... It's bringing a shivering vibe down to his crotch. Unconsciously, his tongue licks his lips, smearing more of his glow on him and his tongue. Then, the next act.... Oh, he can't say that he dislikes the show. No, he loves it. His eyes drink in the sight of the bare naked Monika, scanning her body as she oh so generously provide him with an excellent show with that long stretch. If only he could touch himself-- or better yet, have her touch him.
His tongue languidly lick the blood off her finger. But alas, he couldn't clean it all off before she draws them back, forcing down a whine to leave his throat. Although the show she's giving him, watching her smear his own blood on her delicious breast and nipple leaves him salivating.
A groan rumbles in his throat when she shifts her weight on him, forcing his arms to bend, unable to move them as much as he'd liked anymore. His reward hovering above, she's tempting him enough to try and grab her nipple with his mouth, but even hos tongue is not within reach. Then his tongue draws back into his mouth at the hit to his shoulder.]
Ngh!
[Apologize to her... That should probably end or at least delay any further abuse to this fragile form of his. Him submitting to her is both of their main goal, though, Soundwave mainly wants her to force him. So... To accept her reward and be subservient now? Or delay that and bait her and suffer more? His voice is weak, almost obedient when he speaks.]
I-- I... My Lord, I...
[He swallows, then with a growl--]
Will not. You will have to force it out of me, dolt. [Bait, it is.]
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Her next punch is aimed at his bite wounds, and she really puts some oomph into it, enough that her knuckles hurt when she pulls her fist back. She won't show any pain, however. Nothing that might give him a chance to undermine her authority further. ]
Sometimes? You're like the worst pet ever.
[ Which means it's time to draw out a different kind of gun, her absolute favorite. It's the kind she's always preferred to point at others, and she's excited to use it. Nothing makes her happier than damaging the psyche of those she cares about.
Her face is lowered down to his once more, and she uses her words as a distraction while she pulls the picnic basket closer. Depending on how he responds to this will determine if she searches around in there to help reward him. ]
I expected so much better from you. Then again, maybe not? You're different when you think no one's listening to you. [ Her hum of amusement near his ear is nothing sweet. ] Especially when someone's asleep next to you.
[ Could she mean...? No way. She hadn't heard a thing he'd said earlier. Right?
She hadn't. She's building intrigue, regardless. Or maybe something more like anxiety. It doesn't matter how much she cares about a person--she'll collect ammo to use against them, even if she has to wait ages for the right time to load her gun. ]
I didn't have to force out how cute you find me while we were in bed, did I~?
[ Just to remind him what he's denying himself by being disobedient, she pushes her breasts up against his chin, just long enough. Her wet folds, meanwhile, keep rubbing against his abdomen, the ultimate prize woefully out of reach. ]
Tsk, tsk. Couldn't even say it to me in a normal way! Maybe we can go around and tell everyone what a coward you are. How does that sound?
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What. What is she talking about?
Confusion colors his expression first when she insinuates that he's different when no one's listening. But then, she brings up when someone's asleep next to him. No, there's no way. Is she talking about earlier today? No way she heard what he's said his whole spark out to her-- she didn't even react when she woke up!
Surprise flits over his face when realization hits what Monika is referring to. That morning.... What he said to her in the morning-- When they slept together--]
No, you couldn't have--
[Her breasts are up against his chin. So easy to tilt down and feel , but no, he won't give in so easily. He's supposed to be stubbornly resisting her still, even though his abdomen is pressing up to feel the wet core rubbing on him. The wet warmth he's been asking for....
It's difficult to tell how hard he's blushing given how red his cheeks are already, but it's plain to see that he's frazzled by this particular callout. If there's anything Soundwave loathes is being called a coward. Sure, it's embarrassing to admit to what she said to her on that morning, believing her to be asleep, but he'd rather feel embarrassed and humiliated for this than be called a coward.]
What of it?
[He then raises his voice, loud enough so that other people in the flower field can hear his words. He'll show her how he isn't a coward.]
I find you cute! You are the cutest being I've ever met in this resort! What of it?
[He finally admits to one among hundreds of other things he'd rather keep to himself. Call him a coward now after that. He dares her!]
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Her eyes narrow, the darkness settling back into her face. While she truly is touched, somewhere deep inside, that sentiment won't show until she's won this game. He can't keep getting one over on her. She will not be humiliated like this.
She sits up, green eyes empty and cold. As she tugs on her ribbon, letting her hair slink down her back, he's fully regarded as something subhuman. An obstacle to destroy until he's out of the way of her desires. ]
How sweet.
[ Unlike before in that same fabled bed, where she made an amateurish effort to tie him up with her ribbon, that's not the case this time. Instead, she folds it over a few times, meticulous in her work, before jamming the silky fabric into his mouth. Deeper and deeper it goes, until barely any is visible, just the tiniest tip peeking out past his lips. ]
But I don't remember giving you permission to do that.
[ One slap to his cheek, the another follows. A prelude. ]
You're mine. You do what I say.
[ The picnic basket's pulled open. She'd had pure intentions with it, really, with what she wanted out of there. Maybe he'll earn it later. But, for now, she draws out the bottle of champagne she'd been told lay inside by the staff. It's a fine blunt object. Much harder to break than the movies would have you believe.
Monika rises to her feet, using them instead to hold his arms down. And as she grabs the stem of the bottle and sets it on her shoulder, she gives him the sweetest smile, knowing she's giving him exactly what he wants. If anyone's paying them any mind, they're going to keep getting one hell of a show. ]
Shhhhh~
[ She even holds one bloody index finger up to her lips to properly shush him. Then, as if she were wielding a bat, she slams the bottle down against him. It'll continue until he finds some way to pull her out of the black void she sinks into during her most heinous acts, deluding herself into believing the person she's mauling is the one doing all the harm. Who knows what parts of him she hits? Who knows how hard or how long?
This won't stop until he relents. Until she gets what she wants. ]
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He should be having a terrible feeling about this, but what he feels instead is... Anticipation and excitement. Despite so, he'll continue with his resistance. Before he could even say he'll do whatever he wants, a ribbon is shoved into his mouth, holding it inside his mouth as to not accidentally swallow. Then, a slap. And another to his terribly swollen cheek. But he remains stubborn. Crimson eyes narrow and brow furrow up at Monika, even as she's taken his ability to speak.
However, when his gaze follows his head inside the picnic basket, then his eyes widen. A champagne bottle? Even if he doesn't know how strong a champagne bottle is, he knows that it's a good blunt weapon, or maybe she intends to break it and use the sharp pieces on him?
Either way, his eyes turn to Monika, then they narrow with anger once more when she shushed him.
She wouldn't---- She would. Before he could even make a muffled noise, the first strike hits him square in the cheek, forcing his head to the side more than her slap did, spurting blood onto the blanket, breaking his skin. A growl, then it's quickly silenced with another slam to his face. Then to his neck. The side of his head. The shoulder. He couldn't tell where she's about to strike next No chance to recover before another hit comes. No pattern whatsoever as to where she will hit next, or she'll hit the same spot, or how hard. No way to shield himself other than to tank it.
To his credit, he's tanking it like a champ. Even as his head is literally being beaten black and blue till blood spill, he doesn't make much of a sound, not a even a muffled sound. The only sound that permeate the air is the sound of the bottle clonking against his flesh. Gradually, the champagne bottle is stained purple with his blood. His blue hair and white side bangs are wet with his own blood.
Each hit brings a warning to his real body that he should turn his avatar off, but he ignores them, forcing himself to endure.
Still, there's only so much beating Soundwave could endure. Eventually, as Monika raises the bottle for another strike, he spits out the ribbon in his mouth, bloodied with his glow, then coughs out more blood onto the picnic blanket, and then turns to face her, finally relenting, begging for mercy.]
I a-apologize! You've made your point. Please, st-stop...
[There is no fear in his voice. After everything he's experience in his life, there isn't much that gives him fear anymore. Not even this would bring fear to him. However, he makes himself appear pathetic and weak so to show that he's finally given up after the terrible assault. His body shivers under her, and his face- terribly swollen purple, lips, cheeks, even one eyelid- looks up at her for mercy, hyperventilating. Cuts everywhere. Not even a hint of his avatar's fair skin can be seen anymore, covered entirely in his own blood flowing down from his forehead to his chin.]
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An eyebrow lifts, and she tilts her head, each action almost robotic while she digests this inquiry. The request seems to go through eventually, and she throws the bottle aside. The cork goes flying as the pressure inside finally violently explodes, champagne spraying across the bed of flowers. Monika laughs, deep and low, tilting her head back and bathing, basking, breathing in the scent of his blood with each heavy breath. How many times was she going to be absolutely drenched in him like this? Not nearly enough so far.
Her head lowers, and her gaze returns to his face. Some signs of life have returned to her eyes. Just enough to keep her from succumbing completely to the throes of insanity.
Inside? She's never felt so alive. ]
Good boy.
[ She drops onto her knees after purring her praise, her smile some facsimile of loving and soft. Their hips slot together, and he'll easily feel how damn wet she is when she pushes herself against his cock.
Softly, lovingly, one of her hands strokes his broken face, marveling at her work as she marvels at him. He's acted his part incredibly well, no matter how fake his fear may be. ]
Tell me what you want. You've earned it.
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It stings when her hand makes contact with his face, but he leans into her palm, purring but only to then cough more blood out of his mouth. From the very same person who mauled his face with a bottle, she also brings in comfort, and her now soft, gentle hand stroking him soothe some of the aches away.
His cock- still fully erect -twitches when her wet pussy. So warm and wet. Everything above his neck hurts like hell, but he can at least still move his hips somewhat, rubbing along with her. She's wetter than before... How wet has she gotten from literally beating him up? She must've really enjoyed herself... and so did he. When Monika pushes herself against his cock, she'll feel something sticky and gooey on her. And it isn't his pre. Undoubtedly, he came at some point during the beating.]
I want... Kisses. ... And your breasts.
[His true aim is still her pussy, but she's also been teasing him with her breasts. Difficult to choose which one first, but maybe some softness would be good than having his broken face pressed against her pussy at the moment. Besides, his cock is enjoying her pussy grinding on him.]
cw: self harm >>
[ He'll get what he wants after she's had some more time to admire how much she's battered him. Maybe there's something to it, the idea that there's beauty in destruction. She almost wants to take a picture of it, but no. She doesn't want even the slightest chance of someone else stealing a glimpse of her work. This would remain their secret objet d'art. ]
I'm a little sad you came without me, though... [ Her hand lifts. Will she strike him again...? No. She's simply petting the top of his hair, matted with blood. ] I hope there's more left for me?
[ She lightly kisses his bloody lips, keeping up her soft pets while her hips grind against him harder, swirling their fluids into one. A small detour before he gets his other prizes. ]
Here.
[ As she sits up a bit, she reveals the knife she'd pulled out of the basket while kissing him. It'd been her original target before he got too defiant. Not to use on him, however. If he'd obeyed her sooner, he would've learned that the easy way!
Her eyes shut, she grits her teeth...then drags the knife across the top of one of her breasts. The gasp of pain is short, and soon bright red blooms around the spray of purple. It meanders down and gathers around her nipple while she nudges her chest closer to his lips. The pain of others isn't the only thing she loves, it seems.
She drops the knife, panting, throbbing wildly against his cock as she waits. ]
Now...a part of me can be inside of you, too.
there's something wrong with these two idk what
[The head pet is nice, of course. Even if it may sting a little from the fresh open wound from having his head bashed in with a bottle. Still, somehow the soft gesture once again outweighs any pain.
And the kiss, too. Shame they can't kiss too deeply right now, lest it'll hurt him. But he likes the soft pecks and he'll try to kiss back just as much while his hips continue to grind against her.
His eyes follow her hand to see... A knife? Dread immediately sets in him. Last time she had a knife on her hand, she used it on him without remorse. Will she use it again? When she beaten him up already with that bloody champagne she threw away?
His chest tightens. After finally being submissive to her, she plans to hurt him more? He wants to protest, but he couldn't voice anything out of his throat. Ah, whatever she's thinking, he'll accept it, lest any form of protest may lead to even worse consequences.
Except she did something unexpected.
His brows rise. She's using it on herself...? She's harming herself. Soundwave watches the fresh red blood flowing down and coating her her breast, mixing with his purple to create a lovely blend. Still, he wants to ask if she's okay, but... It seems that she's enjoying the self inflicted wound.
This is wrong and messed up, and yet he can't help but think she loves beautiful in this state.
At the offer of her bloody breast, his mouth instinctually gapes open and his tongue hangs out to catch their combined fresh blood dripping from her nipple.]
Thank you.
[A submissive appreciation before her blood-coated nipple engulfs in his mouth, teeth sinking into the tender flesh. His tongue flicks and rolls around her nipple hungrily, sucking. Red blood coats his lips and pools his upper lips. She tastes sweet.]
it's ok i accept my shame
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