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"Marvellous. Just one thing, however... that dress looks hideous on you."

Age Event - Old Vixey

"Really? That does make me feel better I guess."

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"Moaning about it will only give you more wrinkles. If it's any consolation I'd still do you, dear." 

Age Event - Old Vixey

"Sire! Please! This is the worst thing ever that could possibly happen! At least you still look hot as an old dude! I look retched.”

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Crimson wine splashed out onto the floor, goblet clunking against the marble as he lunged toward her. He caught her as though he were a lion after its prey, body falling on top of hers. "Tsk tsk you made me spill my wine..." his hands pinned hers to the floor below her, legs trapping hers as he straddled her. "That just won't do." He was completely rigid and ready to go, the only thing stopping him from springing his cock out was the look in her eyes. He hovered above, soaking up the look upon her face. She knew what was coming... and it was all the foreplay he needed. 

Save Me II Scarella

Her body hit the ground hard, her arms not moving fast enough to support her wait as she bounced off of that cold wood. The pain of a bruise already beginning to bloom shot through her hip as an all to familiar burn spun through her wrist. It was broken. Precious…the word had her eyes shooting to him as Cinderella froze her mind reeled from this sudden change in character. Where had this come from her mind kept screaming as she pulled her shaking form back to her feet, what was she supposed to do “I—-” she tried but her tongue swelled with anxiety as her cradled hand throbbed. Memories of another collided with this altered reality, another’s face contorting the glint in the King’s eyes as the world seemed to slip into her terror.. She couldn’t do this her entire being screamed, she couldn’t allow this to happen again and so she moved, running clumsily around the edge of the bed. This couldn’t be happening.

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"And your ass is twice as big." 

Age Event - Old Vixey

"My Hair! My hair is gray!”

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"Well, well, well, seems this latest magic has been kind to you." 

I don't care what happened....

I’m keeping it. 

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"Thirty years older and still looking damn fine." 

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     Scar would have missed her words had he not been so intrigued. The way in which the hot metal met the man's half tongue and the stench it created, the tears in the victim it inspired, all did well to satisfy the man on a level so dark and disgusting very few had ever seen. Finally, he turned to address her. "So my favorite little red head wants to become a bounty hunter of sorts?" He studied her for a moment. Concern for her well-being was what would cause him to deny her. He couldn't have his favorite whore getting herself killed. "How?" he asked. "How would you bring them to me?" He could think of a myriad of ways, but he wanted to see what train of thought she had. 

{ The Torture Chamber | Scarey }

Vixey took the cool end of the poker in her hand and waited for Scar to have a good grip on the man’s jaw. "I want you to think about how slaves get branded," she said before pressing the hot end to the man’s tongue. He let out a throaty scream, and she perhaps held the poker there a bit longer than necessary before pulling it away, and dousing it in a basin of water. “I can bring them to you,” she said glancing back to Scar while she wiped her hands. “Lots of slavers come to the brothel. I don’t see them, but the other girls do. I know which is which, the ones that gave up their slaves and the ones that didn’t.”

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    "And what would that be?" he asked over his shoulder, still wielding the poker in the fire until it burned hot enough. At that moment, he stood and without hesitation advanced toward the man that Vixey was tending to. Which again, impressed him - she was getting involved now without encouragement. She did not shy away. Usually he'd garner the services of his most trusted guard when it came to assistance within his torture chamber, but today it was more intimate for the two to engage with his victim alone. He handed her the poker, and his hands came to pry open his mouth, keeping it that way despite the attempts of the slaver to close his jaw. "Cauterize the bleeding," he instructed. 

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Vixey watched the king as he moved around the chamber, clearly familiar with every dark nook and cranny. And then there were two victims in front of her, slavers resistant to the new order she was sure, and a thought sparked in her mind. Perhaps a way she could earn a little money when her mother was looking the other way. She grabbed the rag and a basin of water and began to clean the blood from the man’s wound. if scar wanted him to star alive she would have to stop the gushing. A hot knife in the coals would so it, and of course Scar had both of those things. As she waited for the cauterizing implement to heat she spoke. “Sire, I’ve got a proposal for you,” she said, eyes fixed on him.

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     He listened on, intrigued to the maximum. Gothel was a curious woman. "Half fairy, mm." Now that opened up a whole world of opportunity. "I wonder... do you take commission? Say I suddenly found myself in need of your wonderful dust, for a price, would you come to my aid?" Gold was of no limit to the king, and if she wanted something other than coin he was sure they could come to some sort of arrangement. 

She nodded hesitantly but composed with her eyes solid and her face schooled to give away nothing of her thoughts seeing the interest on her own face. She couldn’t help the smirk as her face wasn’t used to showing so much natural emotion. “It depends on the dust. I use the red to increase desire or pleasure in desperate cases or to calm an overly upset customer or spouse. And the green makes travel easier.” she explained. She spent a lot of time with her dust, but she wasn’t going to tell him what every single one did. “They’re much more useful to me combined however, the orange and yellow make a wonderful mask for wrinkles.” She explained. “Not that I have any.” she added. “Half.” she added. “My mother was one, my father was a mortal of nobility.” She explained.

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     A wry curve found his mouth as he took in her naked form. So too did a slight moan of approval when her tongue met his cock. Oh yes, yes, this one was a queen between the sheets. He was already sure of it. Her girls didn't compare, except Vixey perhaps. Having her on her knees, his cock in hand - it pleased the king to no end. He especially loved this angle, as he was sure it made his (not impressive) length seem all the more imposing. "I bet you can fit the whole glorious thing down that throat of yours, mmm?" 

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     Impressed at how little hesitation she exhibited, Scar watched on, pleased as the body part was raggedly cut in half. The tongue-filled shears were taken back, and held in front of the slaver's face before placed nearby on the rack of torture instruments. "Not if I have anything to do with it," he sneered, unlocking the coffin that kept Manny confined. As soon as the steel creaked open, he fell to his knees in a pool of his own flesh and blood. A hand roughly dragged him forward and hoist him up onto a wooden table containing restraints. Once his arms and legs were bound and his body lay strapped to the table, he pulled a lever that caused it to move vertically, and further forward still so the blood dripped out of his mouth rather than down his throat, causing him to choke. He then disappeared behind, beginning to make up a fire in the hearth that lay beside a giant Iron Maiden, where someone rattled from the inside. "Still alive in there too, are we, Essien?" he snickered, placing a hot poker into the amber flames once they'd risen. 

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"Gladly," Vixey said. She yanked the retched things from his hand causing bits of blood and flesh to splatter. She pulled the sock out of his mouth with a whip of her arm. The screams had subsided into mere sobs. He coughed and sputtered, and Vixey gave him no time to speak before fingers gripped his tongue, dry from the rag. She began to hack at the muscle with the crocodile shears. The wound she cut was bloody and crooked, but he could no longer make that horrible sound. His cries were throaty and bubbled instead, taking away the harshness that was in them before.  As she handed the instrument back to Scar she saw the dark blood on her hands. "He’s gonna die soon," she said knowing that the closer one got to death the darker their blood became.

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     "Well then dance," he ordered roughly, throwing her to the floor in front of the bed. If she was so adamant that was what she did, she'd very well do it. And afterwards? He'd have it his way. "Come on, precious. I'm waiting." He positioned himself upon the bed, re-taking his goblet, mercurial eyes awaiting the show she was soon to put on, ready to pounce if she should attempt to make a run for the door. 

Save Me II Scarella

Her legs locked as she felt him pull, lead her towards a place which she never believed they would be going and her eyes only grew larger. How could he be doing this she wondered as her bare feet slid across the floor, where was this coming from? Shaking her head her stomach flipped, tears pricking the back of her eyes “S-Stop” she nearly whispered voice becoming thick as she jumped at his words “Please, no I—I was…I only dance—”

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Scar cast the woman a pointed look. "I was enjoying that." If she couldn't handle the screams the chamber was no place for her, the urge to throw her out began to burgeon. "You want to shut him up? Cut out his tongue." The shears, bloodied and containing the remnants of flesh torn from the man's penis, were handed to her. 

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The sound of flesh squishing and crunching wasn’t what got her. Even the crying was easy to endure, but the way he screamed. She quickly covered her ears, though her eyes stayed wide open at the side of rendered flesh and blood. She had to stop that sound. Though she’d heard screams before, something about this one clawed at her ear drums. She grabbed a rag, without even looking if it was soiled or clean and stuffed it inside the man’s open mouth. Once the cacophony was muffled she breathed a sigh of relief and blinked up at Scar. “I had to shut him up,” she said with her usual tone of confidence.

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     He felt her almost attempt to disintegrate from his touch, and in response his hands tightened. The fear radiating off of her sent a wave of desire through him, his loins responding to it immediately. "Oh, really?" came a mirthful response as he began to guide her - half drag her over to the bed. "Because not only have I bought you this evening, I am the KING. And you will please me." 

Save Me II Scarella

Her body froze at those words throat becoming dry “I what?” she murmured a sense of fear rising into her eyes as the feel of this thumb suddenly became more than simply unwanted. Slowly she began to edged her hands from his own, wrist twisting as she tried “I don’t belong—” the memory of that night circled her mind but still Cinderella remained firm, remained naive as he would say “I don’t belong to anyone, I don’t have to do anything I haven’t been trained for…I dance, th-that’s it. Here I have a choice.”

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Did the girl enjoy being put on show? Enjoy being a little whore? Some did, he was sure. He almost had the urge to laugh. Her explanation then made more sense. If things were bad for her before Gothel's, he could see how her place would be a haven compared to the other potential horrors of the world. "You are precious," he all but whispered, running his thumb over the back of her hand with how she took them. "And naive. You're not free, Cinderella. You belong to the men who hire you in this place. Tonight you belong to me." Eyes darkened as his veil of benevolence began to lift. 

Save Me II Scarella

Her eyes grew wide as he moved towards her this sudden show of emotion, this sort of masculine outcry, something she had never seen. Her lips fell ajar as he knelt before her, heat rising to her cheeks “But I’m already free” she said immediately a new sense of worry growing in her gut. Cinderella knew she needed to fix this, needed to retain Gothel’s reputation. To save her in his eyes, this king – this great man. “This isn’t…well this isn’t the place I think I would have chosen to go, and of course there was—-” she shook that thought from her mind “But before…things are better now” nodding her head she took his hands, the move a plea for him to listen “Please don’t speak like that, she’s been nothing but kind.”