Honeymoon

Carrion and I have a serious 'Aztec' fetish. The culture, the dress, theritual sacrifice, piercing and bloodletting... even their poetry and art. Ihave an aztec (not the right word for them, I know, but most people know themby this name, so that's what I'll be calling them) character, and Carrion has afew different spanish/conquistador characters. Usually our games involvesacrifice but since we had our honeymoon at a private get-away in the countrymiles from anyone...
I was in nothing but my moccasins and loincloth, with some rope and awalking stick I had found earlier. Carrion was dressed fairly normally.
We decided that this conquistador of hers had stolen something from one ofthe pyramids or priests. Camaxtli, my aztec, was told to chase him through thejungle and bring him back alive.
I gave her a head start, then I was after her. I love chasing her,especially since we had the prairie and the forest all to ourselves. We had twochases that day. The first one was over pretty quickly. Mostly because I jumpeda hedge (almost gave myself a heart attack too, I thought I was going to tripand die, but it was hard not to go all out once I was playing). I caught herabout 20ft from where we started.
I pushed her to her knees, stepped on her back and tied her arms around thewalking stick. I bound her arms uncomfortably around the five-six foot stick soit was tucked in her elbows and her wrists were tied across her belly. I ledher back to the temple to be dealt with :D
The second time we chased it was evening, the sun was setting. We were bothwearing pants this time (too many insects for me, sadly) but still had themoccasins. I gave Carrion a two minute head start and then took after her,listening for her. It took me longer than I expected, mostly because I wouldhear wildlife rustling and assume it was her. I actually fell off a log in themiddle of the forest and scraped myself up. I was glad nothing was broken diesof embarrassment.
Eventually I saw her when we were almost at the river and sped up. I nearlycaught her on the bank, but she managed a sprint and got maybe another thirtyfeet before she tried to climb back up the bank. I grabbed her, forced her tothe ground and tied her in the same way, forcing her all the way back home (atleast a five minute walk from the river)
Yay for hunting down, capturing, binding and taking home an unwillingcaptive.
grin
***
Carrion and I have a love of cultures, if you haven't noticed. For awhile wewere really into the samurai, so of course we had to do a 'samurai' roleplaywhile we were away.
The building we were in had a large meditation room, with wooden floors andrice paper privacy screens and a fireplace.
So I let the fire, set out some candles, and captured myself a samurai.
At first I had her tied up, but I released her soon, as she swore not toescape.
I poured her some tea and we talked for awhile. I interrogated her verycarefully, slowly, making sure to ask questions several different ways to getthe answers I needed.
When we reached a certain point in the RP it was impossible to tell if shewould give me the truth or not. I grabbed her wrist and held her arm over oneof the nearby candles, her skin burning. I continued to ask her questions. Shetook it very well. I used hot wax as well, with the same results. As soon as Iwas satisfied that she'd been honest the entire time I released her.
It was all fairly 'dignified', I was careful not to humiliate her charactertoo much. Everything was done with a great deal of respect.
But I loved it :D

Calixto and Huehuecoyotl

Calixto is imprisoned by the Inquisition, on charges of heresy and witchcraft. He's huddled in his cell, awaiting the priests.

The door banged open and he was seized by his wrists and dragged out of the cell. They drag him down a hallway to a torch-lit dungeon and snap his ankles into shackles.

He is shivering with terror, biting his lip to keep from whimpering, and to keep his lip from trembling.

A strong man starts hauling on a chain and Calixto is pulled up by his ankles into the air, hanging upside down. Several other men push a large metal tub of water underneath him. A priest approaches him. "Do you wish to repent?"

Calixto is shaking so badly he can hardly speak, but he manages to stammer, "Repent for what? I've done nothing..." in a faint whisper.

"If you do not confess to me of your dalliances with the devil, you cannot repent and your immortal soul will burn." The priest's voice cut over the sounds of screaming from a contraption in the corner.

"Ohgodpleasedon't!" he cries in a rush, horrified tears running up his face. "Please, I don't even know what I'm being accused of!"

"Witchcraft." the priest intoned.

"Witchcraft?" he says, trying not to sound incredulous. "I know nothing about witchcraft. Please, there's been a terrible mistake..."

"You will not confess?"

"I-I can't confess to something I haven't done! That would be a lie!" he cries, his voice rising with panic.

The priest nodded to the man at the chain and Calixto was lowered into the water.

Calixto screams as he's lowered, the sound cut off by the water. He thrashes as much as he can, churning the water--he hadn't even had time to take in a proper breath.

After what seemed like an eternity, Calixto was pulled back up from the water. The priest asked his same question again.

Coughing, his eyes running so badly he can hardly see, he can only dangle there, gasping and trying to breathe.

"Confess!"

Calixto is frozen with indecision--on one hand, he can't confess to something he hasn't done, but on the other, these men are priests, men he's been taught from birth to respect and obey. If only he could think clearly, if only he wasn't so frightened.

*Do you really think they aren't going to kill you?* murmured a quiet, laughing voice in his head.

The terrified young man cries out, startled by the voice. "...what?" he asks, glancing around, deciding it must have been one of the priests.

"I asked you to confess, boy!" the priest grabbed him by his soaking wet hair.

*He doesn't care if you're guilty, he's enjoying this.* the voice snickered. *You can see the bulge in his robes.*

Calixto cries out again at the sharp jerk on his hair, staring around him in confusion. "No! That's not true!" he screams. "Stop it!"

"He is posessed by a demon!" cried the priest.

*Hah! The man doesn't even know a god from a demon.*

"Please...stop talking...you're confusing me..." he says, helplessly. "A demon! No...I just..."

"Lower him!"

*Ah, finally some quiet.* the voice sighed once Calixto's head was lowered under the water. *Now, do you want to live?*

"Yes!" Calixto cries, forgetting that he's underwater. He tries to cough the water back out and almost drowns himself right there.

*Ah, good. Corpses are never as much fun.* the voice sounded delighted.

Calixto was raised back out of the water and suddenly the tub rocked and fell, rolling. The water poured out, knocking the priest off his feet. The chain holding Calixto's ankles up snapped and he found himself tumbling to the earth.

*Get up and run.*

He obeys without thinking, running almost blindly for the door.

*Up the stairs.* the voice commands.

Not stopping to question the voice for now, he keeps running up the stairs. When he gets to the top, he stops, panting. "Who are you?" he says out loud.

*Don't stop. There are keys on the table there, they'll open the outside gate.* Calixto could feel his body being almost physically pushed. *There are men following you.*

Calixto cries out at the strange feeling, but does as he's told. He grabs the keys and runs for the gate, and this time he doesn't stop running until he's in some nearby trees. "Am I safe here?" he asks.

*For now. I'm Coyote.*

"...Calixto..." he says, hesitantly. "...where are you?"

"In you." the voice said, using Calixto's voice.

The young man feels the hairs on the back of his neck rising. "...you are a demon!" he gasps.

"I expect an apology for that. I'm a god." his own voice rings out angrily.

"I'm sorry!" he cries, wincing at the powerful voice. "I didn't mean to offend you. ...thank you for saving me..."

*Good. Apology accepted. And you're welcome. As long as I'm hitching a ride on a Spanish boy, I may as well keep him alive. I'm not sure what you do with your dead in this heathen part of the world, but it can't be terribly interesting.*

"...please..." Calixto says, helplessly. "What's going on?"

*I found you when you were in the jungle, Calixto. You took me home with you.* the voice chuckled. *And please, stop speaking aloud, there are men looking for you.*

"...how else should I talk to you?" he whispers, ignoring the rest for the moment.

*Think, boy.* the voice commanded him.

"Think what?" he says, sounding increasingly desperate.

*Think what you'd say to me in your head.* the god laughed.

*oh* he thinks, laughing nervously. *like this?*

*Yes. That will do.*

*What do you mean, I found you in the jungle? What's going on? Are you a demon? Why did you save me?*

*I am an Nahuatl god.* the voice boomed in his head, forcing him to his knees. *I am Old Coyote and you will not call me a demon again.*

Calixto covers his ears, as if that will help with something in his head, bending forward until his face is almost pressed to the ground, biting his lip to keep from screaming. *Yes! I'm sorry! Please, I'm just very frightened!*

*Good boy. Stay down, they're close.* As the men passed, the god murmured quietly in Calixto's ear. *I liked the look of you, you were like a frightened deer in your armour. I've followed you since I saw you marching. You've noticed your dreams changing, haven't you?*

Calixto flattens himself to the ground as quietly as he can. He finds himself blushing--somehow, this innocuous statement sounds...naughty. Frightened deer sounds much more predatory and sexual than the words alone imply. *Ah...changing?* he asks.

*What did you dream of last night?*

*Ah...I don't remember...* he lies

*Did it involve kneeling in front of a beautiful dark man and taking his cock in your mouth?* the god chuckled.

The young man gasps, face bright red. To his horror, he finds himself getting hard at the memory. "No!" he cries, aloud.

*Now they've heard you. You should run.*

Calixto scrambles to his feet and starts running wildly through the trees. *Please help!* he begs the creature--he can't think of the voice as a god--in his head.

*Help?* Coyote asked innocently.

*Yes! Where can I go? I can't go home, they'll just drag me back here!* he thinks as he runs, not sure where he's going.

*This isn't my home, it's yours. You have no ideas?* the god laughed.

*Don't you have some sort of...god powers?* he asks, screaming in his own mind. He wonders, briefly, if he's going insane.

*Of course. I've already reversed your fate, what more do you want?*

*What do you mean 'reversed my fate'?*

*I tipped over the tub and broke the chain.*

*How was that reversing my fate? That was...I don't know...* He finds himself on the road, and comes to a stop. *Should I stay on the road, or keep going through the woods?*

*You were meant to die. I reversed your fate and allowed you the chance to make your own. Go through the woods.*

*Thank you.* He keeps running through the woods, still thinking furiously to the strange voice in his head. *What do you mean, meant to die? They were going to kill me, I wasn't...you know...meant to die. And I couldn't have been, because you saved me, and everything happens because God wills it.* His head is starting to hurt.

*There are many gods, boy, and I willed that you lived. You were going to die in that water within the next day. I could have waited longer, but if I had, you wouldn't have had the strength to run.* Coyote said simply. *If I hadn't intervened when I did, you would be hanging there still, waiting to die.*

Calixto swallows hard, suddenly humbled. *...thank you...* he thinks, not sure what else he can say. *But why did you save me? If you are what I think you are...wouldn't I be your enemy?*

*I am a god, men are not my enemy. Only gods have that honor.* he chuckled. *Though I do not understand the Spanish and I adore my Nahuatl people, I do not believe they will ever be conquered. Therefore I have no reason to hate you.*

*Oh. That's good. Thank you...* He thinks for a moment. *What do you want?*

*You.*

This answer is not at all what he's expecting. *Me?! Why? I mean...don't you want to go home, or get worshippers, or something?*

*I have all the sustenance I want. At the moment, I desire you. I enjoy virgins and you're quite exotic.*

Calixto realizes he's blushing again. *Ah...that's...inappropriate! And hardly the time for that kind of talk! I need a plan, not...*

*There's a little cave, would that do?* Coyote interrupted him, chuckling darkly.

*...I'm going to assume you mean to hide in. And yes, I think so...but I'll need food and things eventually.*

*We can deal with that when we need to.* Coyote laughs. *Go on, Calixto.*

*...you say...think...my name funny...* he thinks with a little frown. *But it's...pretty. Where is this cave?*

*Left. Duck down. And that is the way your name should be said.*

He laughs a little at being told the way his name -should- be said, after 23 years of being alive. *...alright...* he thinks, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, and following the instructions until he reaches the cave. He pushes some shrubbery out of the way and creeps in, pushing the bushes in front again.

*You can rest, they're a ways behind you.* Coyote told him.

*Thank you, again. Now...could you tell me more about why you're here, and what's going on, and what you want with me, and what's going to happen, and what your plans are...please?*

September 1st

It’s been awhile since the interrogation scene I did with Carrion. I wanted to give us both some time to recover and collect our thoughts before writing it all down.

I’d been planning the scene for a little more than a week, after reading a few entries on fetlife about interrogation (thanks so much to my group, by the way!). She knew she was being interrogated, and the general era of the interrogation, but not much else.

The day before the scene I picked up a disposable camera and some cigarettes.

I set out the scene maybe an hour before I planned to steal her away. We’re house sitting right now so we’re in a place that isn’t familiar, and we used the garage to give the whole scene a creepy feeling. I set up a piano bench with a sheet over it for my table of instruments, covering them so she would have to guess what the shapes were. I also grabbed two lawn chairs, one for her, one for me.

I pulled a couch they had in the corner out and put some cushions on it in case she collapsed during the scene or needed to sit down, etc. I brought in a bright lamp to shine at her chair while I interrogated her. I also hooked some cuffs on the wall so I could have her standing.

I grabbed a pillowcase and a pair of handcuffs and headed inside to get her. We’d both dressed for the roles. I was in khaki shorts, my boots, a black shirt and a leather jacket. She was in dress pants, with a dress shirt and tie. She had no shoes or socks.

I put the pillowcase over her head, shoved her against the wall and cuffed her. I had to lead her up some stairs to get her outside, dragging and pushing her. I led her through the dark yard, opening the door and shoving her into the garage.

I had ankle cuffs attached to her chair, and strapped her into those. I left the pillowcase over her head and left, making sure she could hear the door slam. I waited outside for a few minutes before going back in.

She told me afterwards that she called out to me when I was gone, since she wasn’t sure if I was there or not.

I went back in and removed the ‘hood’, uncuffing her and setting to work at totally relaxing her. I spoke calmly and normally, asking very simple questions at first, then starting to probe a little uncomfortably. I’ll spare you all the details, but the gist of the play was that she was an American scientist who was being accused of selling possible government research to the Soviets. I also accused her male character of being gay, which would have been a much bigger issue back then.

I gave her a cigarette and we both smoked together, still talking. After awhile I ground my cigarette under my boot and said ‘I’m getting a bit tired of your bullshit.’

I had earlier unwrapped my disposable camera and taken it apart to the point that it was now a stun gun of sorts. I asked her if she knew what it was. I showed her by zapping her hand. I zapped her again after another minute of probing. She told me later that the zaps were the scariest part of the interrogation, since the seemed to get worse and worse each time. She has little burns from them too, and the later ones, that are on her legs, certainly look worse than the first ones.

I knelt on the chair with my knee against her crotch roughly, starting to undress her. I stripped her of everything but pants.

I then uncovered about half of the tools, leaving others covered up. What I uncovered was our dissection kit (scalpels, scissors, etc), two of our knives, our straight razor, cooling gel and candles. And of course, our speculum on a shiny metal instrument tray.

Sadly, I didn’t use the speculum, for some reason. My head gets so fuzzy during scenes sometimes that I will forget to use toys I threaten to use. I’m like a kid in a candy store, I rush from one thing to the next, since they’re all my favourites.

But I did threaten her with the speculum. I showed her how far it opened and told her where it was going to go. She begged me not to and told me she was innocent and knew nothing.

“Oh, I believe you.” I gestured to the speculum, “but he doesn’t.”

I put down the speculum and chose one of our knives instead. I talked about how the punishments would get longer and more intense if she didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. I slowly cut up her chest and belly, though not too deeply. I was careful of her burn scar just under her left breast too, I didn’t want to cut into that!

I chose the straight razor next, pushing it against her throat. I cut a little too enthusiastically, I think. I’ve made so many marks in awkward places lately. She has a lovely scratch across her throat.

I got one of our slender candles next and lit it, dripping some wax on her stomach. After a few seconds of this, she actually had the nerve to blow it out! I know she was totally in character at this point and it actually almost made me laugh, especially her terrified expression after she realized what she’d done! I slapped her across the face and relit the candle, this time holding her back by her hair so I could drip wax on her neck and breasts.

I removed her pants finally, though I had to uncuff her ankles to do so. But at this point I didn’t need them. She was glued to the chair. I was really intimidating her in this scene. She said that even the noises outside, dog barks and such, were frightening, as if she thought I would bring in dogs to attack her.

After I got her pants off, I shocked her again, all the while asking her for information. She was begging and screaming, but didn’t have the information I wanted. She got maybe two or three shocks, I can’t remember.

I left after that, leaving her unbound in her chair, totally naked.

I went to get the hose and turn it on. *smirk*

I brought it in, made her stand, and hosed her down with cold water. I left for a moment to turn off the water, then came back. It was at this point that I gave her a little break, while still remaining in character. She’s usually quite sensitive to cold so I was concerned that this would really be the worst part in the scene for her. I covered her with her pants and snuggled her into the couch. I asked if she wanted some coffee and she said yes.

I went into the house and saw that there was still old coffee in the coffee maker, two days old and cold, of course. I didn’t bother to heat it up. I added some water to it to make it weaker and brought it out to my prisoner. She said afterwards that at that point, the watery, old coffee was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

She finished about half the cup of coffee before I told her to put it down. First I told her to tie herself to the wall, but she was slow and stiff so I did it instead. I strapped her into the leather wrist cuffs I’d hung on the wall and told her she was an un-American Soviet-lover and she deserved to die.

I got her to recite the pledge of allegiance for me while I whipped the hell out of her. You can see in the pictures I took that her back is just striped. She still has welts now and it’s been a few days since the scene. The welts were so perfect that you could see the stitches on the belt I was using in her skin.

I untied her and got her back into the interrogation chair. I put my dirty, wet boot on her upper thigh, but afterwards, she was surprised to see the boot marks. I’m pretty sure at that point she was almost completely out of it.

I may have shocked her again at this point. I actually can’t remember, but I know I at least threatened her with the stun gun.

I snapped on my black latex gloves and ordered her to bend over her chair (I’m sure you can all guess why!) I lubricated and used fingers at first, anally. Then I got our expanding, vibrating toy and shoved it in a bit too quickly. She hissed and I gave her a moment to recover. I eventually got it back in without any pain, though I stretched her a bit first. I put one boot on her lower back as I pushed the toy in and turned up the vibrations.

I told her if she came on the floor, I’d let her go. Since Carrion can actually cum, _really_ come, she got the floor all wet! Then I told her I’d lied and she was still a disgusting commie fag and I wiped some shit from the toy onto her arm.

I took out the belt again and began to whip her until she couldn’t stand, actually collapsing so she was barely holding onto the chair. I had my boot on her ass as I whipped her.

I told her to close her eyes and sit in the chair. She told me later that it scared her to do so, though at the time, I thought that it wouldn’t be frightening to her, since I was just telling her to close her eyes so I could get our prop gun.

I put the gun to the back of her head and asked her if she’d rather tell me the truth, or die. she said she’d rather die. I led her to the wall, with the gun pressed against her, and let it go off.

I told her it was a blank, and she was free to go.

**

Afterwards, I helped get her to the house, then let her go downstairs to the shower. I told her to get in and wait for me. At this point, she wasn’t even capable of turning on the shower unless I told her to. I’m glad she waited. After this play we were both pretty shaky and taking care of her always brings me down really well.

I cleaned up the garage and brought the toys back inside. Then I headed down to the shower, stripped and got in with her. I washed her off, scrubbed her and gentled her, dried her off and got her to bed. We were both a bit damp but we warmed up pretty quick. We snuggled and reassured each other for the rest of the night. We fell asleep watching Happy Feet on my laptop, snuggling in bed.

And that was how we spent September 1^st.