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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Dec 29, 2013 22:24:45 GMT -6
"Damn, this is some tough fabric. It's cutting, but apparently this dress is made of fucking Kevlar." Annabelle grunted, trying to saw with her rifle bayonet. "If this is the dress, the actual part binding poor Taylor is going to be hell to break."
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:25:18 GMT -6
He looked to Roxy, "I need a ride."
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Dec 29, 2013 22:27:14 GMT -6
"Sure." Roxy said, walking outside. Parasagun allowed the two of them to climb into his mouth again.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:28:17 GMT -6
He gave her his house's location.
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Post by Annabelle and Roxy on Dec 29, 2013 22:32:09 GMT -6
Minutes later, they were there. Annabelle was still trying to cut the dress, not having made too terribly much progress.
"Fancy seeing... what in the-?" Roxy asked, walking in.
"Hi love. Really long story." Annabelle said.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:33:00 GMT -6
Thorne drew his sword up and tried to plunge it through the dress.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 22:42:48 GMT -6
It wasn't easy, but it suddenly gave way. Taylor mumbled in shock, shooting a glare at Thorne and pulling her legs up inside the skirt to avoid getting stabbed.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:44:27 GMT -6
He looked at her, "I didn't know how much force I needed. Now I do," he said, starting to cut a layer off the bottom so she could stand.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 22:47:31 GMT -6
When he finished, she still wobbled, using the dress frame to balance herself. Her entire body was, for all intents and purposes, still bound.
"Well, we'll leave you two to have your moment." Annabelle said, excusing herself with Roxy.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:48:54 GMT -6
"Please," Thorne told them. He started to cut a bit closer to her waist to remove the rest of the skirt piece.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 22:51:26 GMT -6
As he did so, the sheath binding Taylor's legs was revealed. It was almost completely skintight, and Taylor mumbled in alarm, wobbling.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:52:42 GMT -6
He put his hand on her back and let go of his sword. He lifted her up and placed her on his table, "Try not to move," he said, running his hand over it, trying to find any spot he could cut.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 22:55:38 GMT -6
Taylor nodded, angling her head up to try and see what he was doing.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 22:56:48 GMT -6
He kept running his hands over, trying to find any spot to cut. He wasn't even thinking that these were her legs.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 22:57:51 GMT -6
Taylor cleared her throat behind her gag. This was starting to get a little uncomfortable.
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