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spankbanks2019-01-22 05:13 pm
heartmuscle) wrote in spankbanks2019-01-22 05:13 pm
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red bands for schachmeister
[ on the list of weird places ann had been? this place was definitely at the top and quickly becoming her most disliked.
being whisked away to some weird, undisclosed location, and being told they needed to have sex or there'd be consequences? it was bad. it sounded like an adult's weird porno. she'd spent the first half of her time here trying to get out, to figure out who was behind all this, or to at least get a message out to her friends.
when all of these options failed, well. she didn't exactly give up, but she told the band that was counting down days on her arm that she wasn't going to do what it wanted her to. there would be consequences? then bring on the consequences. she wasn't afraid of anything they could throw at her.
(she was, of course, afraid of what they could throw at her, but she wasn't about to give up. akira and ryuji would have never let her down, so she couldn't either).
so, when she woke up in a fancy hotel room, she at first had the thought that maybe she'd been sent home or something.
then she realized the band was still on her arm, flashing, and she was dressed in some weird lingerie - a fancy bra and panties, and a red slip of a dress that was barely a dress. ]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me. [ she groaned, crossing her arms across the low cut shirt and looking around. ]
being whisked away to some weird, undisclosed location, and being told they needed to have sex or there'd be consequences? it was bad. it sounded like an adult's weird porno. she'd spent the first half of her time here trying to get out, to figure out who was behind all this, or to at least get a message out to her friends.
when all of these options failed, well. she didn't exactly give up, but she told the band that was counting down days on her arm that she wasn't going to do what it wanted her to. there would be consequences? then bring on the consequences. she wasn't afraid of anything they could throw at her.
(she was, of course, afraid of what they could throw at her, but she wasn't about to give up. akira and ryuji would have never let her down, so she couldn't either).
so, when she woke up in a fancy hotel room, she at first had the thought that maybe she'd been sent home or something.
then she realized the band was still on her arm, flashing, and she was dressed in some weird lingerie - a fancy bra and panties, and a red slip of a dress that was barely a dress. ]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me. [ she groaned, crossing her arms across the low cut shirt and looking around. ]
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[From here, Armin can see there is something there, the slight glare of bright letters blinking in and out of existence catching his attention. He can't see what it says though, not from this position. He shifts slightly, bringing up his wrist to read it, and immediately his face discovers new shades of red, hitherto unknown to man.
The letters on the device are a bright, glaring right. As bright red as her skimpy little negligee, a small, ridiculously persistent part of his brain cannot help but point out. The word on the display is short. Just four letters. It's plain. To the point. No question about what the command is.
And yet he doesn't immediately answer her question. It's just... really embarrassing, okay? But at the same time, he knows there is no sense in keeping it hidden. It's very clear from the state of the room and the lack of exits that whoever put them here has no intention of removing them before they've carried out their task. As unpleasant as this situation is, they are both in it together, neither to blame and both about to share the burden of it. She has as much a right to know as he does.
And in any case, if she marches over and grabs his wrist, she's going to be able to read it just as plainly as he can.]
It's, uh. [His voice sounds odd to his own ears. Like it is sticking in his throat.] It says ... oral.
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finally, he speaks, just as she's standing up - at least she's not in heels. when he says that, she feels her own cheeks heat up. ]
Oh. Oh...
[ she looks down at her wrist - which is still flickering unhelpfully, without any words. ]
Um, mine doesn't say anything yet. So... how are we... am I supposed to do it to you?
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[That is, at least, what Armin had come to understand from the other people in this world. All people who, just like him, had been plucked from their own worlds and put here. Worlds that were all very different from the one he lived in; worlds without Titans or Walls, worlds that weren't even worlds at all, but ships that moved among the stars or entire cities in the clouds. It would've been a fascinating thing to learn about (actually, honestly, it still is) but the cost at which it comes is cruel, to say the least.
He bites his lip, nervously carding one hand through his hair.]
This is... I'm sorry, it's insane, really. I don't-- I don't even know your name! And yet they expect me to do... to do that to you.
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No, it's definitely insane. It's probably some adult's sick fantasy that they, like, get off on or whatever.
[ she makes a frustrated noise, turning and kicking the side of the bed. ]
Look, lets not worry about that yet. Let's try just talking like two... normal people who aren't in this situation. My name's Ann. What's yours?
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The soft thud as she kicks the side of the bed draws his eyes for a moment before he quickly averts them again.]
I'm Armin. Armin Arlert. And-- [He fiddles with the sleeve of the jacket he's been given before he moves to shrug out of it.] Uhm, I know this isn't much, but would you like my jacket? To wear, I mean.
[ He holds it out to her. He wishes he had more to offer, but he can hardly skim out of his pants and give those to her. He isn't sure if they'd fit, and really, that'd still leave one of them in their underwear. The fact that they both have been dressed as they have, like they are a pair of dolls expected to play out a scene for someone else's enjoyment --though, honestly, that seems a rather close approximation of what is going on-- just adds another layer of vileness to the entire thing.]
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[ she does have modesty, but she's pissed. still, his offer is kind and she takes it - they're about of a width and height, so she's able to take it and put it on without it feeling too tight, buttoning it up. it still makes the ends of the 'gown' peek out, but at least her chest and most of her bottom and front of her hips are covered. ]
I'd say it's nice to meet you, Armin, but I think we can both agree we wouldn't normally meet this way.
[ she tries to inject some levity into the situation and it... falls flat, mostly. ]
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No, not really.
[He awkwardly gropes around for a topic of conversation, though he's coming up very dry. He's not the best at small talk in optimal circumstances, but right now? Any conversation about the weather or light topics like that just feels entirely out of place.]
Uhm, have you been here long?
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she appreciates not having to deal with boners right away, though. lest she do something like nervous laughter, which she's been told is a killer for them.
he asks how long she's been here and she sighs. ]
About a month now. Just under one, which might be why we're in this situation. Um, how long have you been here?
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[The answer is prompt and very precise because... well, that is what Armin is just like. One of the first things he did was put his hands on a notebook --and mind you, it had been quite hard to find one that didn't have anyone naked on the cover-- so he could keep track of exactly how long he has been here and everything he has found out about this world so far. Probably it is meaningless, and nothing that will actually help his situation any, but if nothing else, it gives him the feeling of having a bit of control in this all.
And better to regret writing something down than to wish you had, right? He can always throw away pages when they turn out to be useless, but he can't just summon back information once it has already been forgotten.]
They told me this would probably happen around this time, but I didn't just want to--
[He gestures helplessly.
He had thought about it, to be sure. Because of the situation they are all in finding a partner to have sexual intercourse with isn't all that difficult here. And in a way, it would be taking control of it all, right? To pick his own partner rather than have them be picked for him. But at the same time, it had felt like giving up, giving in, playing along with their game.
He had still been trying to make up his mind about which option was worse when he has suddenly found himself here and the decision had been made for him.]
i like that we were like ah yes, smut and then /gestures
[ she says it when he gestures, her shoulders slumping a little bit as she fiddles with the hem of the jacket. ]
I just decided I ... wasn't going to. And that I'd deal with the consequences when it happened. That maybe someone would come and try to take me and I could fight my way out of it, but, obviously... not so much.
[ she gives a shrug of one shoulder, looking away and then back to armin. ]
It sucks.
The build-up makes it all the sweeter
[Which begs the question how they got them in here in the first place, but then, if these people are capable of kidnapping them from their worlds, putting them in a sealed room must be child's play. He wonders if it would be better if there was a door somewhere, or if that would just be like a painful false hope.
Before he can say anything though, his bracelet chimes again, this time a note that sounds far too cheery for the situation in Armin's book. When he brings up his arm, this time not even trying to hide it from Ann (what would the point be, and in any case, whatever is going to be on the display will concern her as much as it does him), the text on the screen which had previous stated 'ORAL' has now changed to 'For instructions, please check the provided television. :)'
Before Armin can even say anything, the television screen opposite the bed (he hadn't even noticed it was there, what with how new he is to the technology and how flush it sits to the wall) switches on to show a lovely young woman. She seems to be the living equivalent of the word 'perky' from the bright, chipper smile on her face, to her energetic wave, down to her breasts, straining against a lacy little, bra that hides very little indeed. It's a lovely accompaniment to the equally lacey panties that hide just as little and look like they are painted onto her mons, were it not for their little frills of fabric. With each wave, her breasts bounce a little, in what is both ridiculously hypnotic and totally unnecessary.
A button next to her, like one on a DVD selection menu, displays the text 'Begin tutorial'.]
Re: The build-up makes it all the sweeter
[ before she can go any further, his bracelet chimes, and she pauses her explanation to look at it. the question of the instructions changing has her arching a brow -
and then jumping a little when the tv turns on. ]
What the fuck?
[ an even more exasperated expression happens when she sees the woman on the screen. she doesn't even look like she can be physically real, the way she's bouncing around. this is how people get complexes.
and then the tutorial button shows up, and she covers her face. ]
Oh no.
[ looking up for some kind of camera, she settles on half yelling - ]
We don't need a tutorial!
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It's her breasts, really. They are like nothing he's ever seen before. You might possibly find this sort of sight in the lewdest, most high-end brothels in inner Sina, but he's certainly never visited any of those. The most exposure he has had to breasts is the clothed ones of his fellow trainees (and he's certainly always tried to be polite enough not to stare, even after an unexpected downpour had left the white shirts of many of the girls practically see-through) and the one dirty little sketchbook he had found hidden away in one of the rarely read library books, a hidden treasure left there by some previous trainee.
A dark flush works his way onto his cheeks as he realises just what is happening, and he tears his gaze away (meaningless really, it feels like every thought has been wiped out of his head and has been replaced by those gently bouncing breasts), folding his hands over his lap to try and hide what would otherwise be a rather obvious erection.]