Dark Princess

Tilly liked making statements.  She enjoyed eyes on her and starting conversations.  This island punishment technically did one of those things, but it wasn’t on her terms and that very small sense of a lack of control was messing with her head a bit.  She was very particular on how she portrayed her own image, and to take that away from her, to make her cry in public, made her spiral a bit.

And another thing about Tilly was that she was actually doing pretty well in not wasting her time with drinks, or the various substances to send up her nose or rub against her gums.  But all things came to an end and she found herself at a club a few days after the punishment was over, when things were starting to heal, but not quite enough.  She wore a short, flowing white and backless dress, and when she danced and moved around, opening the wounds, it stained the fabric a coppery red.  Short enough for the injuries on her legs to be shown, and the ones on her back, and she found herself a walking art piece, in a way.  And when someone bumped into her back, jostling her a bit, in her drunken annoyance, she whirled around and got close to them, too close.  “Can I fucking help you?” she demanded.  “Or were you getting another hit in?”

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Frankie took a deep breath before she stepped in through the entrance. She helped herself to a couple of drinks and she felt a warmth come over her. The punishment was in the past and everything was going to be fine. She would move forward from this and she would get over it. She was spinning around, when someone’s body collided with her own.

She narrowed her eyes just a bit at the other woman’s retort. “I bumped into you, sorry,” she said, her voice a bit harsher than she intended. “Believe it or not, not everyone is out to get you.” She rolled her eyes, and grabbed another drink and taking a giant drink from it. She sighed a little bit. “Look, I’m sorry. I guess we’re all a bit jumpy from everything.” She licked her lips a little bit. “Truce?”

[text] I'd love to help! Why don't I come over and we see what we can do?

Alex unbuttoned his now wet shirt. He was not mad though now. He pet her wet dog as he was a cute. “Nice to meet you too.” he smirked as he looked at her then stood back up as her smaller dog seemed to want to play with Franklin. In a matter of moments Franklin took the stick and started to run a little away  and turned around. “Well hopefully some of his energy will get drained at the very least.” He laughed and took off his shirt and put it over his shoulder. “Nice to meet you Frankie. Looks like our pups have decided we will be friends now.”

“Gosh, I hope so,” Frankie laughed. “That pup could lose some energy and I still wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.” She laughed a little bit at this and shook her head. She looked over at him. “It’s nice to meet you too,” she said. “I’m all for new doggy friends,” she grinned. She watched the two dogs play and she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I suppose there are worse ways to meet a fellow dog lover after all,” she said, nodding to his very soaked shirt and shaking her head, still feeling a bit guilty about the whole thing but glad that he didn’t seem upset.

If she could just pretend this was just pretend, it could be easier.  Or mentally put herself in a different sort of position.  Try to rewire her brain a bit so that it forces her to think of the woman as less than, as deserving.  It was easier the first time she was dropped in front of someone, but as the day went on, it got that much harder.  And not just mentally, either.  She was physically exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the rest of the evening.  Pass out and forget, that sounded great.  But no.  She took a deep breath and told herself that this was the punishment that these masters had to take.  They had every opportunity in the world to use what was around them to better themselves.  Tilly of course would hope most would use their position to be nice, but today it was pissing her off.  Hard enough where the whip sailed into the woman’s skin again.  And again.  And again.

Emmanuel burst into a laugh when the Mistress yelled in pain. He took a deep breath with a smile, drinking in the taste of her fear. “Look at you, begging already. You are a Mistress, have a little more dignity.” He taunted. He kept up the vision and touched his fingers to her collarbone, then trailed them over her skin down her chest, between her breasts, and to just below her bellybutton. He relished in the sounds she made as he did it.

The djinn gave her a moment of relief by pulling his fingers away, and leaned in to speak right next to her ear. “I wonder what sound you would make if I move my fingers even farther down…” he taunted with a wicked smirk.

Frankie wasn’t sure how to respond to his taunts. There was a part of her that wanted to prove a point, to fight back. But then there was another part of her that just wanted this to be over so that she could go back home. Eventually this had to end, did it not? She whimpered, her eyes stinging from the tears that continued to threaten at the back of her eyes. 

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The witch’s eyes narrowed as the woman shook her leg, frowning for a moment before being distracted by the blonde’s question.  “I would be worried, if you keep shaking him.”  Still Lilim made no effort to stop the curious bear as it continued to cling to the other woman.  It was too entertaining to watch the woman worry about Teddie and still try to remain somewhat polite.

Frankie paused mid-shake and looked at the other woman, her eyes widening slightly. “Oh..uh..” she looked down at the bear and sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sorry.” She set her foot down and cleared her throat. “Does he...I mean, I guess he doesn’t like that, huh?” She sighed, nodding to the bear. “Can you...?” she looked at the other woman expectantly.