spankbanks | 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. ]

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Oh. Uh, sure.

[ 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. ]

[Giving her the jacket is as much for him as it is for her. At least now he can look at her without feeling like the worst sort of lecher. Plus, well, he is fifteen, after all. Now that she is a bit more covered up, he hopefully won't end up making a complete embarrassment out of himself on account of certain eager body parts jumping to attention. If he were in uniform, he could at least cover it up by adjusting his belts or the apron, but there won't be any chance of that in these clothes.]

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?

[ there is an air of awkward around the whole situation. normal subjects aren't really going to cut it this time, are they?

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?

Twenty-six days.

[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.]

-- Yeah.

[ 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.

It does. But, it doesn't look like they are going to let us out of here until we do. I don't even see any sort of door...

[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'.]

I've been plenty of places without a door, but there's usually -

[ 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!

[Armin will leave the yelling at the television entirely up to Ann. Partially because the only thing he yells at is trees and then only in a meditative sort of way. And partially (mostly, really) because the woman on the screen might not be real, but she certainly looks real enough to affect certain parts of his anatomy.

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.]

red bands for schachmeister

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i like that we were like ah yes, smut and then /gestures

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