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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:28:54 GMT -6
"W-what?" she stammered, moving back a little.
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 25, 2014 23:34:51 GMT -6
"That..doesn't weird you out does it? That someone like me likes your eyes, and those lips...and that hair.." Damned pheromones, they'd taken feelings that were never meant to be aired and brought them to the surface...her mind tried to fight it but for the moment it was too strong. "A..and that frame.." she falls to one knee before she can get to you, but she felt her face flush with embarrassment as dirty thoughts enter her mind..
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:36:04 GMT -6
Before she could say anything, Beezara walked out, towards Iliana. She crouched, "Have more," she said softly, breathing more pheromones directly into her face. She looked at Olivia, "Just take her, if you want her," Beezara said, rising and grabbing the other girl. She pushed her foot into the back of Olivia's knee, taking her down with some force. She tore the Morpher from the girl and pushed her towards Iliana.
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 25, 2014 23:40:42 GMT -6
The addition of pheromones made it almost impossible for her to break free at that particular point, which led to her being inexorably drawn forward, foot by foot, until she'd put her arms around Olivia and kissed her...while some part of her mind screamed that this wasn't right, it couldn't be heard.
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:42:01 GMT -6
Olivia gasped and tried to get her arms out to push her back, but she couldn't.
Beezara walked around a little, trailing her crop-like appendage over Olivia's butt, and then over Iliana's, "Do to her what you wish," she told the girl under her control, "Anything at all. You have the power."
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 25, 2014 23:50:50 GMT -6
Using the last ounce of control she had, she willed it not to go all the way. Instead she gently lowers Olivia to the ground, getting on the ground as well and taking off her fur coat, along with something over-top of Olivia's shirt.
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:51:59 GMT -6
Olivia struggled to keep it on, but wasn't as strong as this girl. She knew that much without even having to try. But damn it, she was going to fight to stay clothed and get out of here.
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 25, 2014 23:53:31 GMT -6
Iliana managed to get it off without ripping it, and straddled the other, her eyes being different than the ones that had greeted her initially. Strong hands lightly pinned the other by the wrists.
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:54:21 GMT -6
"No!" she shouted at Ilaria, "No! Please...please no..."
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 25, 2014 23:56:06 GMT -6
Her words couldn't reach Iliana, who was firmly under the control of Beezara, and she kissed Olivia again, using one of her hands to touch the other girl's chest.
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 25, 2014 23:57:57 GMT -6
Was it over? She had never been kissed before today, and now this girl had done so much of that to her. Her chest felt sore from the other woman's grip, but at least she had kept something. She was lying there, panting, tears in her eyes.
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 26, 2014 0:00:44 GMT -6
Something about the tears got to the controlled girl, and she gets up off of Olivia, turning her attention to Beezara as she went forward. The pheromone cloud was lessening, but still had her in its grip..
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 26, 2014 0:01:53 GMT -6
Beezara approached her, trailing one of her appendages over an arm, "Pretty girl," Beezara said, and looked at Olivia, "Are you done with her already?"
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Post by Iliana Sato on Feb 26, 2014 0:03:22 GMT -6
"I am.." she says in a more sensual, less emotional tone, shivering as the appendage ran over her arm. "You...are rather attractive as well.." she gave, moving to touch Beezara's apparent chest..
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Post by Olivia Oppman on Feb 26, 2014 0:05:18 GMT -6
"I would kill you if I had you," Beezara warned her, "You couldn't handle what I produce."
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