The light brown skinned .Hack character looked onward in defiance. The locks of her fluffy, short, baby pink hair softly ruffled in the wind as the Witch's chariot moved from town to town, from city to city, parading her in this...this HORRID OUTFIT in front of thousands of people!
The .Hack character's name was Blackrose, one of the .Hackers, who saved planet earth from the digital nightmare of Morgana and her destructive viral wave. Apparently, Morgana had survived all these years. It all began when she had logged on the "The World" as Blackrose.
Blackrose looked around the new city, Aeronaughtic City Levistia. It was a impressive site. A whole sever root town built on the back of a gigantic rainbow feathered bird (which apparently was supposed to represent Suzaku [one of the four gods from old Japanese lore]). The city itself had walls in place that prevented others from falling off the bird.
These walls also prevented turbulence from destroying the city (and sweeping off all of it's populace). Blackrose summoned her vid display. Somone had e-mailed her. Strange, it didn't have a return address. The e-mail is just gibberish too...wait...THAT'S AURA'S FACE SIG!
Blackrose tried to contact Kite and the others but to no avail. They were all either asleep or busy. "Damn" Blackrose thought. "Oh well"! Blackrose went to the gate and shouted the area keywords: Poopsy Chronicals Woopsy (Blackrose also made a mental note to look up these strange keywords as she had never heard them before). It was ironic she would never get the chance. Now, three days after being brought into this virtual nightmare, she'd wish she had never begun playing the world.
"No! NO!" She couldn't lose her resolve. "I WILL ESCAPE" Blackrose vowed! It was easier said than done. Yesterday's events made sure of that:
Yesterday (at one of the many personal private estates of the Witch)
The Witch slowly sipped her wine and waited. Her dull witted guards were obviously having trouble with her instructions. Recalling her words specifically, she might have been wiser to choose better. "Harm not one strand of hair from this princesses's head but bring her to me bound and gagged...AFTER YOU DRESS HER IN THIS OUTFIT"! The guards feared making even one mistake (as well they should).
Suddenly, she heard muffled groans and pleas...the sounds of struggling...and the soft clicking of high heels on flawless zebra colored marble stone floor. Three figures emerged. The two guards, female humans, were wearing chainmail bikinis and had swords strapped to their sides. They wore sandles and had dog collars on their necks (without chains as the colors were more symbolic [as to remind them they were servents and had a mistress whom they should not disobey]).
The witch softly lifted herself from her fur bed (made of dozens of fluffy fur rugs). Her immense snow white outfit (which had a enormously lavish, huge, and wide cape made of thousands of bleach white turkey ruff feathers and a headdress made of an equal amount of feathers [softly fluffying against her half-naked, pale body]) fluffed as she softly glided towards the third person (between the two guards).
A light dark skinned woman with yellow tatoos and fluffy, short, pink hair. Thw witch smiled and grinned with satisfaction. The torture would begin soon. The light dark skinned womam, whose name was Blackrose, was totally naked, tied around her neck (nearly covering her eyesight) and fluffing across her body (as well as itching her [considering it was showered with bits of itching powder) was a GARGANTUAN purple ostrich feather boa. Thousands upon thousands of small yet fluffy bristling, purple colored, ostrich feathers fluffed against Blackrose's skin, causing small itches across the front of her body (also around her should and chin).
Itches she couldn't scatch (as her hands were bound behind her back [as well as her legs loosely chained together allowing her to walk but preventing her from running]). The worst part of her bonds was her gag. Blackrose had never been gagged before. The thick cloth was between her rose red lips and she once again shook her head desperately (ruffling her ostrich feathers causing a dozen or so new itching spots across her breasts, torso, shoulders, and chin) to shake the gag loose.
The witch cooed softly, ooohhh, my darling poopsy woopsy, shhhhhh...sshhhhh...shhh..shhh...shhhhh...I'm not going to hurt you my darling...nooo....not yet at least. The Witch gently touched Blackrose's face and began stoking her lovely pink hair....this caused infuriation with Blackrose, who struggled again in her bonds screaming through her gag, "Miii mmmmaaatteee mmmmewww"! "Ohh...the poopsy woopsy wants more of the feathery weathery?" Blackrose immediately stopped shaking her head and looked at her dominiator with eyes of dread and fear.
Mmooo...mmmoooo....mmmeeesssee...mmmooommtt....mmmaammmttt, Blackrose cryed though her gag (all the while the witch softly stroking her lovely, pink, hair). The witch once again cooed, shhhhhhh...my lovely...I would never use the same instrument of torment twice in one day...
She signaled the guards to bring her and bring her they did. The witch came to a door, the struggling Blackrose behind her with the guards holding her by the arms. The door was made of old wood and had a giant iron key lock. The witch waved her hand briefly and a iron key appeared in her hand and through the door the four went, down many flights of stairs, down, deep, with stone walls, cobbled stone floors, and a cold windy draft.
They then passed doors, doors that had people screaming behind them. Blackrose heard many cries,
"hoohahahahahaohooohahahaha...oh god..NOOO! Stoahahapahahahahaa..
After going deep down into the dungeon, the witch stopped a hallway and gestured for the guards to give Blackrose to her. They did so, and then she told them to leave, which they did. Wrapping her arms around Blackrose's left arm, the witch softly said in Blackrose's ear, "here is were you'll be for the next several hours...my sweet, soft, poopsy woopsy.".
As she gestured quickly, the door's lock de-locked and the doorly slowly creaked open. Blackrose struggled to get out of the witch's grasp but the witch held tight. She moaned, grunted, and screamed muffled screams through her gag, hoping that someone, ANYONE would hear her. Slowly but surely, they entered the room, and Blackrose's eyes widened with fear and terror. Racks, iron madens, spinning wheels, a giant rotating wheel costantly rotating (because of a stream of water poaring onto it [and into a flowing river like ditch that kept the wheel spinning towards the water]). But what Blackrose saw next terrified her beyond words!
A table with spread eagle restraints and many, MANY, ostrich static feather dusters on rotating wheels (positioned at where the person's feet, hips, and belly sides would be), and a gargantuan ostrich static feather duster (rainbow colored) gripped by a mechanical hand (which obivously was controleld via the table's computer). Blackrose also noticed a gas mask with the lable, laughing gas, and some needles on a mechanical arm with lables on them such as "hoohaa medicine" and "histarical laughter" and "endless funny".
Blackrose knew at that moment, she had entered a digital hell. The witch pondered for a moment, nooowww...which torment to do first...
Blackrose screamed at the top of her lungs through her gag, "mmoooo mmmii moooommddd....MMMMOOOMMMM MMMUMMMMM MMMMMEEEELLLPPPMMM MMMMMIIIIIII..."
The door slamed shut, and Blackrose's torment had begun.
(to be continued in Chronicals of Blackrose {the Poopsywoopsy, the Witch, and the Torment} Part 2)
The .Hack character's name was Blackrose, one of the .Hackers, who saved planet earth from the digital nightmare of Morgana and her destructive viral wave. Apparently, Morgana had survived all these years. It all began when she had logged on the "The World" as Blackrose.
Blackrose looked around the new city, Aeronaughtic City Levistia. It was a impressive site. A whole sever root town built on the back of a gigantic rainbow feathered bird (which apparently was supposed to represent Suzaku [one of the four gods from old Japanese lore]). The city itself had walls in place that prevented others from falling off the bird.
These walls also prevented turbulence from destroying the city (and sweeping off all of it's populace). Blackrose summoned her vid display. Somone had e-mailed her. Strange, it didn't have a return address. The e-mail is just gibberish too...wait...THAT'S AURA'S FACE SIG!
Blackrose tried to contact Kite and the others but to no avail. They were all either asleep or busy. "Damn" Blackrose thought. "Oh well"! Blackrose went to the gate and shouted the area keywords: Poopsy Chronicals Woopsy (Blackrose also made a mental note to look up these strange keywords as she had never heard them before). It was ironic she would never get the chance. Now, three days after being brought into this virtual nightmare, she'd wish she had never begun playing the world.
"No! NO!" She couldn't lose her resolve. "I WILL ESCAPE" Blackrose vowed! It was easier said than done. Yesterday's events made sure of that:
Yesterday (at one of the many personal private estates of the Witch)
The Witch slowly sipped her wine and waited. Her dull witted guards were obviously having trouble with her instructions. Recalling her words specifically, she might have been wiser to choose better. "Harm not one strand of hair from this princesses's head but bring her to me bound and gagged...AFTER YOU DRESS HER IN THIS OUTFIT"! The guards feared making even one mistake (as well they should).
Suddenly, she heard muffled groans and pleas...the sounds of struggling...and the soft clicking of high heels on flawless zebra colored marble stone floor. Three figures emerged. The two guards, female humans, were wearing chainmail bikinis and had swords strapped to their sides. They wore sandles and had dog collars on their necks (without chains as the colors were more symbolic [as to remind them they were servents and had a mistress whom they should not disobey]).
The witch softly lifted herself from her fur bed (made of dozens of fluffy fur rugs). Her immense snow white outfit (which had a enormously lavish, huge, and wide cape made of thousands of bleach white turkey ruff feathers and a headdress made of an equal amount of feathers [softly fluffying against her half-naked, pale body]) fluffed as she softly glided towards the third person (between the two guards).
A light dark skinned woman with yellow tatoos and fluffy, short, pink hair. Thw witch smiled and grinned with satisfaction. The torture would begin soon. The light dark skinned womam, whose name was Blackrose, was totally naked, tied around her neck (nearly covering her eyesight) and fluffing across her body (as well as itching her [considering it was showered with bits of itching powder) was a GARGANTUAN purple ostrich feather boa. Thousands upon thousands of small yet fluffy bristling, purple colored, ostrich feathers fluffed against Blackrose's skin, causing small itches across the front of her body (also around her should and chin).
Itches she couldn't scatch (as her hands were bound behind her back [as well as her legs loosely chained together allowing her to walk but preventing her from running]). The worst part of her bonds was her gag. Blackrose had never been gagged before. The thick cloth was between her rose red lips and she once again shook her head desperately (ruffling her ostrich feathers causing a dozen or so new itching spots across her breasts, torso, shoulders, and chin) to shake the gag loose.
The witch cooed softly, ooohhh, my darling poopsy woopsy, shhhhhh...sshhhhh...shhh..shhh...shhhhh...I'm not going to hurt you my darling...nooo....not yet at least. The Witch gently touched Blackrose's face and began stoking her lovely pink hair....this caused infuriation with Blackrose, who struggled again in her bonds screaming through her gag, "Miii mmmmaaatteee mmmmewww"! "Ohh...the poopsy woopsy wants more of the feathery weathery?" Blackrose immediately stopped shaking her head and looked at her dominiator with eyes of dread and fear.
Mmooo...mmmoooo....mmmeeesssee...mmmooommtt....mmmaammmttt, Blackrose cryed though her gag (all the while the witch softly stroking her lovely, pink, hair). The witch once again cooed, shhhhhhh...my lovely...I would never use the same instrument of torment twice in one day...
She signaled the guards to bring her and bring her they did. The witch came to a door, the struggling Blackrose behind her with the guards holding her by the arms. The door was made of old wood and had a giant iron key lock. The witch waved her hand briefly and a iron key appeared in her hand and through the door the four went, down many flights of stairs, down, deep, with stone walls, cobbled stone floors, and a cold windy draft.
They then passed doors, doors that had people screaming behind them. Blackrose heard many cries,
"hoohahahahahaohooohahahaha...oh god..NOOO! Stoahahapahahahahaa..
After going deep down into the dungeon, the witch stopped a hallway and gestured for the guards to give Blackrose to her. They did so, and then she told them to leave, which they did. Wrapping her arms around Blackrose's left arm, the witch softly said in Blackrose's ear, "here is were you'll be for the next several hours...my sweet, soft, poopsy woopsy.".
As she gestured quickly, the door's lock de-locked and the doorly slowly creaked open. Blackrose struggled to get out of the witch's grasp but the witch held tight. She moaned, grunted, and screamed muffled screams through her gag, hoping that someone, ANYONE would hear her. Slowly but surely, they entered the room, and Blackrose's eyes widened with fear and terror. Racks, iron madens, spinning wheels, a giant rotating wheel costantly rotating (because of a stream of water poaring onto it [and into a flowing river like ditch that kept the wheel spinning towards the water]). But what Blackrose saw next terrified her beyond words!
A table with spread eagle restraints and many, MANY, ostrich static feather dusters on rotating wheels (positioned at where the person's feet, hips, and belly sides would be), and a gargantuan ostrich static feather duster (rainbow colored) gripped by a mechanical hand (which obivously was controleld via the table's computer). Blackrose also noticed a gas mask with the lable, laughing gas, and some needles on a mechanical arm with lables on them such as "hoohaa medicine" and "histarical laughter" and "endless funny".
Blackrose knew at that moment, she had entered a digital hell. The witch pondered for a moment, nooowww...which torment to do first...
Blackrose screamed at the top of her lungs through her gag, "mmoooo mmmii moooommddd....MMMMOOOMMMM MMMUMMMMM MMMMMEEEELLLPPPMMM MMMMMIIIIIII..."
The door slamed shut, and Blackrose's torment had begun.
(to be continued in Chronicals of Blackrose {the Poopsywoopsy, the Witch, and the Torment} Part 2)
