Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:10:31 GMT -5
Segment: Torment of the Scorpion (Credit: Ridley)
The first thing he feels is the pain, the sweet, familiar sensation of every inch of his body in flames. Pain is good, yes...pain is what he feeds off, and more importantly, pain is something from which he can draw one very important conclusion: he's alive. But how? The last thing he can recall is a pair of soldiers...with shotguns...ah, that explains it. There's no way he could've survived full-on double-aught buckshot to the chest; they had to have loaded those with something nonlethal. OWWW, and indeed his chest screams as he tries to move, indicating that whatever he got shot with (probably beanbag fodder), it didn't have to kill to hurt like a motherfucker.
Slowly, his eyes force themselves open, bringing to life the blurry semblance of a room around him. He can't shake the swaying feeling overtaking his body as the surroundings finally begin to come into focus. However, Ridley can't help but regret recognizing his surroundings a little; the clink of the chains hanging from the black walls sends a bit of a chill down his spine...but nothing compared to the shock when he realizes he's floating four feet off the ground. Now somewhat alert, he twists some in midair, but his limbs refuse to respond, restrained by invisible forces--oh wait, they're visible. He's now able to make out enough detail to determine he's in suspension bondage, face down, both legs pulled up behind him and with one arm out front and the other hammerlocked behind his back. The English translation for the technique is "torment of the scorpion", both for the shape and for the numerous options available to anyone who has a person restrained in the position.
Shibari: Ah, you're awake...
A quick check of his body reveals that he's been stripped from the waist up and relieved of his guns. The numerous red marks across his otherwise pale chest have blossomed into bruises, and as a smooth hand catches his shoulder and rolls him over onto his back (turning him into an upside-down scorpion), Shibari's Asian features come into view. Appearing upside down from his field of vision, she runs a hand over one of the seven silk ropes holding Ridley up (one for each appendage, one for the neck, and two for the torso), grinning down at her entangled captive like a spider looming over its web.
Shibari: Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Well, it's been a while since we got some quality time in, hasn't it, Malachi?
Ridley: The hell? Where am I?
Shibari: My playroom, of course...poor, pitiful slave. 58th floor. Nobody's going to be able to reach you here, no, you're ALL mine this time.
The seemingly-upside down Shibari chuckles, leaning down close so her eyes are an inch from Ridley's, and he can finally see, with a bit of a shock, that she's a bit underdressed. Indeed, the young Japanese girl isn't wearing anything more extensive than a pair of stiletto-heeled boots and a pair of sheer panties that leave basically nothing to the imagination. It quickly dawns on him exactly what she intends on doing...
Shibari: So what shall we do? The night is so young...ahhhh, I remember what you like...
A couple steps forward, and her form swallows the light from his vision as she leans over his torso, slowly putting her lips to one of the shotgun-created bruises on his chest and stomach. Stopping over the left pec, Shibari pauses for just a second, teasing the bruise with her lips, before she sinks her teeth in and bites down hard. Ridley gasps momentarily, whether of legitimate discomfort or more of a startled arousement (or possibly both), and Shibari chuckles to herself as she listens.
Shibari: Mmmhmm...you love it, don't you...
He doesn't respond; the One Man Holocaust is caught up in a pattern of steadily-heavier breathing as she continues to bite down on the purple and black marks. The hand Shibari isn't using to steady herself on the ropes goes to one of her rapidly-stiffening nipples, massaging it roughly while she mauls him.
Shibari: Yeah, that's right...get a good look at my ass while you're down there, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it soon...
She shakes it a little for his benefit, tantalizingly digging her incisors into Ridley's stomach. He arches his back with another sharp intake of breath, causing her to smile with satisfaction and bite down harder...completely unaware of the fact that the angled motion has caused one of Ridley's knives to slide out of the sheath and drop into the hand bound behind him. Ahahaha...phase one complete. Shibari, meanwhile, is getting into it, clamping her jaws down harder and harder on Ridley's now-bleeding bruise marks. She digs the nails of her free hand into his side, leaving five identical clawmarks.
Shibari: Mmm....had enough yet...?
Ridley turns his head to the side, working the hilt of the knife so that the blade faces upward, toward the ropes tied to his hand. He needs to keep her occupied...
Ridley: ....All right.
Shibari grins and lifts her head up, wiping a trace of blood off her lips.
Shibari: You're ready to submit?
Ridley: *sigh*...Yes.
Shibari: Yes, WHAT?
Ridley: ...Yes, Mistress.
Augh. The word grates in his throat and leaves a bad aftertaste, but he spits it out anyway. How long has it been since he called her that? Eight or nine years, he thinks, but he can't be sure. Oh well. Gotta keep the bitch distracted while he cuts the bonds. The blade of the khukhuri finally digs into a silken rope, and Ridley saws it back and forth with the motion of his wrist as Shibari, satisfied, pushes her weight further back on his chest.
Shibari: Good to see you know your place again, slave. Kiss my ass.
Shibari puts her hands on her hips, half-standing just above him, and Ridley complies by reaching his head up slightly and planting a pair of kisses on either side of her heart-shaped ass. He's a little less than devout; most of his concentration's going to sawing at this rope....YES! He's got a hand free; the knife switches to his free hand and takes advantage of the fact that she's facing away and can't see what Ridley's doing. He goes to work on the rope holding the other arm as Shibari, with a flourish of authority, pulls the thonged back of her getup out of the way and lowers further down on Ridley's eagerly-assisting mouth.
Shibari: Oh god...
Ninety-nine percent of normal women like few things more than a hot, wet tongue up inside them, and the fact that Ridley's is six inches and forked does marvels for Shibari's disposition. She squirms and bounces, biting back the moans, completely failing to notice the fact that the weight ratio on the suspension has become slightly uneven all of a sudden because Ridley's managed to cut both hands free now. With Shibari thoroughly distracted, he immediately saws at the ropes around his ankles with the knife as he saws at Shibari with his tongue. Her grinding sets the ropes swaying a bit, but he's still more than secure as he cuts away the first of the ropes, then the second. Aha...free at last. All that remains are three around his torso and neck altogether. His target's completely oblivious.
Shibari: Ohhh...holy fuck, yes...you're gonna be useful after all...AUGH...
He stops, pulling his head back and depriving her of her toy. She immediately notices, reacting with bewilderment.
Ridley: Oh Shibari...
Shibari: I told you, it's MISTR--
BAM. The "scorpion's tail" unfolds and strikes in an instant as the potential energy of Ridley's (rather cramped) legs powers them up and out, nailing Shibari right in the head and actually knocking her off him to the black carpet. Moving like a flash of light, Ridley whips out the second knife and uses both khukhuris to slash through the remaining three ropes, dropping him to the floor. He's up in an instant, just as Shibari charges him with a shout of fury (and general sexual frustration), and the Yakuza Kick that follows knocks her straight back into the St. Andrew's Cross set up on that side of the room. The cuff on the right side clicks down on Shibari's wrist, and Ridley immediately affixes the left handcuff to her as well, leaving her on her back, essentially strapped to a large X. She kicks in an attempt to get at him anyway, and Ridley ignores it, stepping over to a counter and rummaging through Shibari's toys until he comes up with one of his Berettas. He clicks off the safety and steps up next to her.
Ridley: Well, it's been fun.
Her almond-shaped eyes widen as she realizes what's about to happen, and Shibari quails in fright as Ridley pulls back the hammer on the pistol.
Shibari: Oh God, no...no, no, no, no, not like this, come on...you can't...
No response, other than the barrel of the Beretta pressing up against her eye socket. Shibari's eyes fill and spill over with tears while she tries to turn her head away, knowing what's coming, and her struggles cease as she's paralyzed with fear.
Shibari: ...please...
Ridley: "Please" doesn't cut it. Goodbye, Shibari.
He pulls the trigger.
CLICK.
He pulls it again.
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.
Ridley: You've got to be kidding me...
Ejecting the magazine, Ridley looks at it. It's empty; evidently, they had the forethought to unload his firearms, even if they DID leave him with his semi-concealed knives. He shakes his head in disgust, throwing the pistol aside, and casts a glare on the shivering, near-hysterical Shibari.
Ridley: You're lucky. Pray that your luck holds.
With that, he checks to ensure his khukhuris are still there, grabs his trenchcoat off a hook in the wall, and strides out the door of the "playroom", leaving Shibari alone in the total darkness.
End.
The first thing he feels is the pain, the sweet, familiar sensation of every inch of his body in flames. Pain is good, yes...pain is what he feeds off, and more importantly, pain is something from which he can draw one very important conclusion: he's alive. But how? The last thing he can recall is a pair of soldiers...with shotguns...ah, that explains it. There's no way he could've survived full-on double-aught buckshot to the chest; they had to have loaded those with something nonlethal. OWWW, and indeed his chest screams as he tries to move, indicating that whatever he got shot with (probably beanbag fodder), it didn't have to kill to hurt like a motherfucker.
Slowly, his eyes force themselves open, bringing to life the blurry semblance of a room around him. He can't shake the swaying feeling overtaking his body as the surroundings finally begin to come into focus. However, Ridley can't help but regret recognizing his surroundings a little; the clink of the chains hanging from the black walls sends a bit of a chill down his spine...but nothing compared to the shock when he realizes he's floating four feet off the ground. Now somewhat alert, he twists some in midair, but his limbs refuse to respond, restrained by invisible forces--oh wait, they're visible. He's now able to make out enough detail to determine he's in suspension bondage, face down, both legs pulled up behind him and with one arm out front and the other hammerlocked behind his back. The English translation for the technique is "torment of the scorpion", both for the shape and for the numerous options available to anyone who has a person restrained in the position.
Shibari: Ah, you're awake...
A quick check of his body reveals that he's been stripped from the waist up and relieved of his guns. The numerous red marks across his otherwise pale chest have blossomed into bruises, and as a smooth hand catches his shoulder and rolls him over onto his back (turning him into an upside-down scorpion), Shibari's Asian features come into view. Appearing upside down from his field of vision, she runs a hand over one of the seven silk ropes holding Ridley up (one for each appendage, one for the neck, and two for the torso), grinning down at her entangled captive like a spider looming over its web.
Shibari: Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Well, it's been a while since we got some quality time in, hasn't it, Malachi?
Ridley: The hell? Where am I?
Shibari: My playroom, of course...poor, pitiful slave. 58th floor. Nobody's going to be able to reach you here, no, you're ALL mine this time.
The seemingly-upside down Shibari chuckles, leaning down close so her eyes are an inch from Ridley's, and he can finally see, with a bit of a shock, that she's a bit underdressed. Indeed, the young Japanese girl isn't wearing anything more extensive than a pair of stiletto-heeled boots and a pair of sheer panties that leave basically nothing to the imagination. It quickly dawns on him exactly what she intends on doing...
Shibari: So what shall we do? The night is so young...ahhhh, I remember what you like...
A couple steps forward, and her form swallows the light from his vision as she leans over his torso, slowly putting her lips to one of the shotgun-created bruises on his chest and stomach. Stopping over the left pec, Shibari pauses for just a second, teasing the bruise with her lips, before she sinks her teeth in and bites down hard. Ridley gasps momentarily, whether of legitimate discomfort or more of a startled arousement (or possibly both), and Shibari chuckles to herself as she listens.
Shibari: Mmmhmm...you love it, don't you...
He doesn't respond; the One Man Holocaust is caught up in a pattern of steadily-heavier breathing as she continues to bite down on the purple and black marks. The hand Shibari isn't using to steady herself on the ropes goes to one of her rapidly-stiffening nipples, massaging it roughly while she mauls him.
Shibari: Yeah, that's right...get a good look at my ass while you're down there, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it soon...
She shakes it a little for his benefit, tantalizingly digging her incisors into Ridley's stomach. He arches his back with another sharp intake of breath, causing her to smile with satisfaction and bite down harder...completely unaware of the fact that the angled motion has caused one of Ridley's knives to slide out of the sheath and drop into the hand bound behind him. Ahahaha...phase one complete. Shibari, meanwhile, is getting into it, clamping her jaws down harder and harder on Ridley's now-bleeding bruise marks. She digs the nails of her free hand into his side, leaving five identical clawmarks.
Shibari: Mmm....had enough yet...?
Ridley turns his head to the side, working the hilt of the knife so that the blade faces upward, toward the ropes tied to his hand. He needs to keep her occupied...
Ridley: ....All right.
Shibari grins and lifts her head up, wiping a trace of blood off her lips.
Shibari: You're ready to submit?
Ridley: *sigh*...Yes.
Shibari: Yes, WHAT?
Ridley: ...Yes, Mistress.
Augh. The word grates in his throat and leaves a bad aftertaste, but he spits it out anyway. How long has it been since he called her that? Eight or nine years, he thinks, but he can't be sure. Oh well. Gotta keep the bitch distracted while he cuts the bonds. The blade of the khukhuri finally digs into a silken rope, and Ridley saws it back and forth with the motion of his wrist as Shibari, satisfied, pushes her weight further back on his chest.
Shibari: Good to see you know your place again, slave. Kiss my ass.
Shibari puts her hands on her hips, half-standing just above him, and Ridley complies by reaching his head up slightly and planting a pair of kisses on either side of her heart-shaped ass. He's a little less than devout; most of his concentration's going to sawing at this rope....YES! He's got a hand free; the knife switches to his free hand and takes advantage of the fact that she's facing away and can't see what Ridley's doing. He goes to work on the rope holding the other arm as Shibari, with a flourish of authority, pulls the thonged back of her getup out of the way and lowers further down on Ridley's eagerly-assisting mouth.
Shibari: Oh god...
Ninety-nine percent of normal women like few things more than a hot, wet tongue up inside them, and the fact that Ridley's is six inches and forked does marvels for Shibari's disposition. She squirms and bounces, biting back the moans, completely failing to notice the fact that the weight ratio on the suspension has become slightly uneven all of a sudden because Ridley's managed to cut both hands free now. With Shibari thoroughly distracted, he immediately saws at the ropes around his ankles with the knife as he saws at Shibari with his tongue. Her grinding sets the ropes swaying a bit, but he's still more than secure as he cuts away the first of the ropes, then the second. Aha...free at last. All that remains are three around his torso and neck altogether. His target's completely oblivious.
Shibari: Ohhh...holy fuck, yes...you're gonna be useful after all...AUGH...
He stops, pulling his head back and depriving her of her toy. She immediately notices, reacting with bewilderment.
Ridley: Oh Shibari...
Shibari: I told you, it's MISTR--
BAM. The "scorpion's tail" unfolds and strikes in an instant as the potential energy of Ridley's (rather cramped) legs powers them up and out, nailing Shibari right in the head and actually knocking her off him to the black carpet. Moving like a flash of light, Ridley whips out the second knife and uses both khukhuris to slash through the remaining three ropes, dropping him to the floor. He's up in an instant, just as Shibari charges him with a shout of fury (and general sexual frustration), and the Yakuza Kick that follows knocks her straight back into the St. Andrew's Cross set up on that side of the room. The cuff on the right side clicks down on Shibari's wrist, and Ridley immediately affixes the left handcuff to her as well, leaving her on her back, essentially strapped to a large X. She kicks in an attempt to get at him anyway, and Ridley ignores it, stepping over to a counter and rummaging through Shibari's toys until he comes up with one of his Berettas. He clicks off the safety and steps up next to her.
Ridley: Well, it's been fun.
Her almond-shaped eyes widen as she realizes what's about to happen, and Shibari quails in fright as Ridley pulls back the hammer on the pistol.
Shibari: Oh God, no...no, no, no, no, not like this, come on...you can't...
No response, other than the barrel of the Beretta pressing up against her eye socket. Shibari's eyes fill and spill over with tears while she tries to turn her head away, knowing what's coming, and her struggles cease as she's paralyzed with fear.
Shibari: ...please...
Ridley: "Please" doesn't cut it. Goodbye, Shibari.
He pulls the trigger.
CLICK.
He pulls it again.
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.
Ridley: You've got to be kidding me...
Ejecting the magazine, Ridley looks at it. It's empty; evidently, they had the forethought to unload his firearms, even if they DID leave him with his semi-concealed knives. He shakes his head in disgust, throwing the pistol aside, and casts a glare on the shivering, near-hysterical Shibari.
Ridley: You're lucky. Pray that your luck holds.
With that, he checks to ensure his khukhuris are still there, grabs his trenchcoat off a hook in the wall, and strides out the door of the "playroom", leaving Shibari alone in the total darkness.
End.