Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 20:01:36 GMT -5
M7W4D1, semi-private.
Tasha is mopey and nervous and uncomfortable. She and Sable have not been apart for any significant period of time since the destruction of the institute. The other woman's presence stabilizes Tasha, makes it easier for her to keep the personalities separate and not go do the things that landed her in the asylum in the first place.
So now she's sitting in the middle of a very fine bed dressed in very fine silk underthings and a sheer robe and trying to figure out which of the very fine articles of clothing provided to her she should dress herself in. It is a daunting task.
Also, it takes her mind of wondering about Sable. She tucks the robe a bit more around her body and looks at the time. She should hurry. Arthur was going to come check on her. He is always so attentive. The thought makes Tasha's lips thin out in a frown. She has a feeling Arthur's other half would much rather break her into pieces than escort her to breakfast.
A knock on the door will receive a quiet offer to enter.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 20:13:06 GMT -5
Arthur's other half would most definitely like to do that. Luckily for her, though, that is under the same vicious control that has him dancing to her whims.
But it is not the lord of slaughter who comes in when she tells him to enter. It is instead the young gentleman with the mask of kindness that comes in, for once not dressed in his expensive blue business suit and instead 'simple' brand jeans and a black brand shirt. The soft look in his eyes briefly fades for shock as he sees her state, but respectfully turns his gaze away. However, before he does so he takes note of her direct surroundings and what her gaze is fixated on.
"Milady, is the clothing I provided not sufficient?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 20:30:01 GMT -5
Tasha arches an eyebrow as Arthur takes pains not to look at her. His bashfulness begs to be prodded, and she can feel her other half stirring in anticipation of doing so. It does not occur to her that he is attempting to be gentlemanly. Even if it did, she would likely scoff at the idea.
"Hmmm, no. It's fine. I've never had so many choices," she says, finally rising off the bed and walking over to the closet. Tasha shuffles through hangers. "They are all very fine clothes."
Very fine clothes that cover everything and cost more than she's worth.
"I'm just not sure what to do with them."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 20:41:23 GMT -5
"I know. It is why I gave you full access, milady. Someone who is as special as you are deserves it." The tone of his voice implies heavily that he means it. Perhaps he does. But does it matter when the words are not of his free will, shaped by her control of him?
He stares quite intently at a corner that was never interesting before now. He barely manages to resist the temptation to look at her. He is a gentleman, and that would be an insult to the both of them.
"How do you mean, milady Tasha?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 21:00:37 GMT -5
Tasha shrugs a shoulder. "Never mind."
She pulls out a light green and cream summer dress of chiffon, all floaty and ethereal and sweet. It looks to sit off the shoulder, which she likes, and the decolletage can easily be manipulated for maximum effect. It will mean the bra she's wearing will need to changed, and no stockings so the garter belt will need to go but... hmmmm.
Tasha turns back around, the gown draped over her arm, and moves over to the dresser containing the lingerie. She takes out a strapless bra and starts to change. She can see Arthur studying that corner in the mirror.
"Arthur," she says, smirking, "Mordred won't hurt you for looking."
"You just can't touch."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 21:09:38 GMT -5
From the corner of his eye, he sees her actions. Oh how tempting it is to turn and stare...He is certain that she would not mind. But he resists.
"I do not fear Mordred." This, at least, he answers truthfully. He does not follow her out of fear. "I am not looking out of respect for you, milady. I do not wish to objectify you by letting my gaze wander shamelessly."
He crosses his arms and leans back against the door frame. For a moment he is silent, but then, he adds something to what he just said. "Not that you are not beautiful, however. Quite the opposite."
He refrains from admitting that the 'no touch' rule bothers him.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 21:34:22 GMT -5
Oh this is too much fun, and such familiar ground for Tasha- moreso for Nightshade certainly, and the femme fatale is stirring within their shared mind. Later maybe, she'll come out to play in force. Right now, she's content to prod Tasha into tormenting Arthur.
Bra change done, she slips the garter belt off and returns it to the drawer. She turns to face Arthur, making no effort to hide her amusement. She is holding the dress up to her body. It appears that once it's on her body, it may be a bit shorter than is decent.
Which will make it perfect.
"But what if I want to be objectified?" she asks, "Do you think this will suit? I'm not used to formal dressing."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 21:43:30 GMT -5
Well that certainly makes things more interesting, doesn't it? Now, Arthur does turn his gaze, and it does not take long for an appreciative look to settle in his eyes. He likes what he sees. "Then I will be happy to oblige, but regret that you belong to our Master."
He looks closely at this dress. Murmurs softly as his gaze glides down to her shapely legs, and then back to the rim of her dress. "It might be too short to comply with the decency that is expected with formal wear, however."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 22:00:47 GMT -5
Tasha smirks at Arthur's compliments, obviously enjoying them. "I belong to myself." She smooths the dress deliberately over her curves. "I choose her and I choose to be hers alone. But Nightshade gets antsy and wants the attentions of others, even if she can't have them."
"So it's a very careful edge to walk, you see."
She turns and looks at the dress in the mirror. This means Arthur now has a nice view of her backside and the thong she's wearing.
"Does the length really matter?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 22:13:12 GMT -5
Arthur is firmly under Tasha's control, of this there is no doubt.
"You are wrong."
But that does not make him blind.
"You claim you can choose. But do you really? Without Mordred to be your center, what fate befalls you? A madness that will deteriorate your mind until not even the shadow of your former self remains. Leaving you an empty husk until that, too, rots away. You have no other alternatives. Can that truly be called a choice?"
Then, he ponders, even as he watches that exceptionally well curved back. He switches topics far too casually. "The length depends on where you will be wearing it. Some may choose to evict you from their premises."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 11, 2012 22:49:57 GMT -5
Tasha's hand fists in the fabric of the dress as Arthur speaks and she starts to shake slightly. She can't argue against Arthur's assertions and she knows it. Distantly, she knows that she should be able to do so. She- who she is supposed to be- is an independent woman, strong, feared.
What she is now is weak. So pathetically weak.
Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath before turning to looks over her shoulder at Arthur. That something different is there in her face, the something that indicates it might not be Tasha who is in control now. She turns and saunters back toward Arthur, still holding the dress against her body.
"Would you eject me from the premises, Arthur, if I wore this?" she asks. If she's allowed close enough, she will try and reach out and walk her fingers up Arthur's chest before curling her hand around the back of his neck. "Is it too short for breakfast?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 17:53:37 GMT -5
That small trembling of her shoulders is something he notices fairly quickly, and which makes an eyebrow arch. His lips curl slightly, but only for a moment. Then the servant returns, and he takes a step forward, hand raising to put it on her shoulder, tongue ready to speak soothing words, but then she looks at him.
Arthur's hand drops again. This one does not need comforting gestures. "Not from my premises, no." Sharp eyes pick up on the sway of her hips as she saunters towards him, a lip curling in appreciation. He does not fight her exploring fingers, even welcomes it, leaning in as his shoulders slump noticeably. "No. It'd say it's just about right."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 12, 2012 21:07:09 GMT -5
"Mmmm, it's decided then," Nightshade purrs, "We'll wear this dress."
Her eyes narrow as she smirks up at Arthur. She presses closer to him, well aware of just how much appreciation he has for her form, how much she's affecting him. Her fingers slide into Arthur's hair as she tips her head back slightly, lips parted.
Then her hand fists in his hair, pulling painfully at the roots as her other hand comes up to press sharp nails against the hollow of his throat. She laughs throatily.
"You upset her, you know. Hurt her. You shouldn't do that. You should know better that, shouldn't you, Onslaught?"
Nightshade laughs again, "I should kiss you and see if you burn."
manhandling w/ permission
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 13, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -5
"Mordred will be pleased." Arthur has no illusions as to who this is for.
That doesn't mean that he won't appreciate the sudden closeness, however. He takes a deep breath, and it comes out a bit more heated, a bit more ragged, than he had intended.
Then comes what he was expecting. It was inevitable. But it still hurts. He growls at the pain, his head throbbing, his hand shaking. If the control was not there, he would have made her pay with the back of his hand.
He listens to what she has to say, staying silent, perhaps even feeling forced regret over his prior words. Then when she is done, he speaks, voice barely above a whisper. "I did, yes, and I should. But better that I be truthful, then to lie and deceive my Lady."
Then, a wicked smile meets her laugh. He straightens his stance, leans in, enough to have the nails dig deep enough into his skin to draw small trickles of blood. "I would take you with me in the flames. But you won't even dare risk it. Because you fear Mordred more than you love her. And we both know that she is quite....Possessive. Combine that with her explosive temper..."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 13, 2012 23:13:35 GMT -5
She laughs again, and this time there is a bitter edge to the sound. "You didn't hurt her out of noble intentions. You did it because you knew it would sting, because you resent the hold we have on you, resent your sense of obligation to us."
Nightshade waggles a finger just above Arthur's lips. "We are a master at manipulation, and we know a pretty song of a lie when we hear it, Arthur dear."
The trickles of blood at Arthur's throat draw her gaze and she murmurs, "I am less afraid of Scourge than you might think. And we- you and I- have made our choice, for good or ill." She dips her head and tries to lick the blood form Arthur's throat before turning away from him.
As she slips the sundress over her head, Nightshade asks, "Does it bother you, that you find this human form as attractive as you do?"
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