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    PhantomF4
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    Rank: Rank 5

    Title: Le Femme Nikita: Fatal Seduction

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    “Take off your clothes,” she had said, “while I slip into something more… comfortable.”. And Duncan had complied before she had even closed the bathroom door behind her.
    Now he sat on the edge of the upscale Vegas hotel bed completely nude, save for the precious briefcase that was securely fastened to his left wrist with a pair of handcuffs. As he anxiously waited for her to come out of the bathroom, he reflected on the serendipity of their chance encounter at the craps table.
    His lucky streak hadn’t really started until she showed up. Suddenly, it was as if he couldn’t lose. He rolled point after point and everyone at the table was cheering him on. It was joyous winning, but even more elating to have this beautiful woman by his side.
    Duncan wasn’t totally naïve; he knew this encounter would cost him; she was obviously a professional. But the lucky streak he had enjoyed on the casino floor had ensured that he could afford it. And who’s to say, would he have been so lucky if she hadn’t been blowing on his dice?
    She emerged from the bathroom wearing a fur coat, which she gripped in the center, keeping it tightly shut around her heavenly form. Duncan wondered what provocative attire she might be wearing under that coat. Then he wondered if she was wearing anything at all.
    She crossed the room and stood before him. Then slowly, still gripping the coat with her left hand, she leaned over and supported her weight with her right hand pressed against his upper thigh. She took all of him in with her eyes and smiled at him.
    She reached over and circled her finger around the link of the handcuffs clasped around his wrist. “Take this ridiculous thing off.” She said. “It will only get in our way.”
    In the moment, he had forgotten the explicit directives of command to never remove that briefcase from his wrist. Right then, the nature of the case’s importance to the national security of the United States and the CIA was a fleeting memory; He was hers to command. He reached for the trousers crumpled on the floor and clumsily fished through the front pocket until he produced the key to the handcuffs. With trembling hands, he unlocked the cuff around his wrist.
    She gave him a coy little smile and, with a forceful motion, shoved him on his back on the bed. She climbed up on the bed, straddling him. Instead of settling herself on top him as he had hoped, however, she dug the first two fingers of her right hand forcefully into the bottom his chin, drawing blood with her nails, and commanded, “Move back against the pillows.”. Once again, Duncan complied.
    She seductively crawled toward him, still holding the coat tightly closed with her left hand. Damn that coat, Duncan thought to himself. With her right hand, she reached behind him and with the dexterity of a magician pulled two sets of shackles on long chains from behind the bed.
    Wondering how she knew the shackles were there, Duncan protested “I… I didn’t sign on for this…”. But he knew his protests were empty as he could feel his body completely submit to this dangerous and exciting beauty.
    “Just relax, I will take you to heaven” she assured him. And with that, she nimbly and with only her left hand fastened a shackle onto his left wrist and then his right. Then she fastened the chains to eyebolts (why are those there?) fastened on the wall behind the bed. All the while never letting loose of that fur coat.
    With Duncan’s wrists securely bound, the woman settled back in a straddling motion, sitting on his lower thighs. For a moment, their eyes locked. Then, with a devilish grin, she quickly slid backward, returning to the foot of the bed and dismounting to the floor. She turned her back to him and sauntered back to other side of the room. Still with her back to him, she stood there for a moment, then she let the fur coat start to slip from her shoulders. He saw the strap of a black brassiere, partially solving the mystery of what was under that coat. Then she started to turn toward him, letting the coat drop to the floor, and Duncan started to take in every inch of her body. The nape of her neck, her delicate yet powerful shoulders, her breasts hiding behind the lace and satin of the brassiere. He examined her navel, deliciously sunken into her perfect belly, and his eyes traveled to her waste, hips and legs, poorly hidden by a provocative pair of fishnet panty hose with a skimpy pair of black panties underneath. He couldn’t believe his fortune of the chance encounter with this beautiful but mysterious woman.
    But wait! What is that tucked into those fishnets?

    Nikita couldn’t believe how easily her mark had fallen into her trap. Breaking and entering his hotel, hiding the shackles and installing the eyebolts, intercepting him on the casino floor. It was easy for a woman of Nikita’s skills to switch the craps dice with loaded ones; even the watchful eyes of the cameras were no match for her slight of hand. She was a little surprised at how easily he was talked into removing the handcuffs and accepting her binds, but then, if you can get the blood flowing to the right place, a beautiful woman can pretty much talk a man into, and out of, anything.
    As she spun around to face him, dropping her fur coat to the floor, she marveled at the stupid look on his face. The idiot still thought he was going to get lucky. Then his eyes settled in on the automatic pistol that she had tucked into her fishnet hose, which had been obscured by the coat, and she could see his expression turn from idiotic glee into sheer terror as he desperately struggled against his bonds.
    Nikita gave the mark an evil smile. With the gun still secured in her waistband, she reached behind her and unclasped the brassiere and let it drop to the floor, leaving her topless. She then started tearing at the fishnet hose until the gun was released, clamoring to the floor. Finally, she had the fishnets completely removed, leaving their tattered remains on the ground at her feet. She slipped her panties off and stepped over them, then reached down and grabbed the gun. She gave him a moment to stare at her in all her glory, then took aim and pulled the trigger.
    She looked at the corpse laying on the bed with a bloody hole in his head. I did him a favor, Nikita thought to herself. After all, this man may have been an enemy of the Motherland and an agent of the despised American CIA, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fulfill his last wishes by giving him a show. He could do worse than die watching a beautiful angel (or maybe a demon) exposing the most private parts of herself to him.
    Besides, do you know how difficult it is to pull a gun out of a pair of fishnet pantyhose without looking clumsy?

    #615480
    Anonymous
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    In Defence of the Realm!

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    He was there, the Lord General. Standing on the steps admiring his army's work as evening drew in. Grey clouds were gathering as the castle burned, it had to be tonight!

    Neeva waited patiently for her chance, and for that damned warhound to go to sleep!

    She knew she would never get a better chance, this was the closest she had gotten to him in 6 month's. So many people had died because of his 'bloody' conquest. Too many.

    What was one more life if it brought an end to the war?

    Neeva sighed quietly but deeply, and slowly reached for her dagger.

    #615552
    Morri
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    Rank: Rank-1

    There's two parts to this story.

    In 1106, a girl was born in a woodcutter's village outside of Aberdeen. Her family hunted the woods but she had dreams of getting away from the humdrum peasant life and heading to the court of the Earl of Mar. She ended up a pickpocket and beggar on the streets of Aberdeen but was then chased from the streets by the vampire that would one day become her Sire.

    He chased her through the woods and across the moors down towards Edinburgh, satisfied in his choice of bringing this quick witted crafty little thief into the Gangrel clan as she wove across streams and climbed into the treetops to travel from branch to branch to try and lose her attacker. But he caught her with the ease of one who has already spent centuries roaming the Earth and brought her across into the night.

    Unfortunately, clan politics separated them and she was convinced that her sire was another who she hated with every part of her being. So she ran south until she found herself on the streets of Winchester deep in the south of England. There, she made herself useful until her wits and her bloodthirst drove her into the employ of the Prince as the scourge of the land (though in public, she was simply a deputy lord protector) and her thirst was slaked with the blood, souls and wealth of many a rich lord (and a neighbouring Prince or two but that's politics for you).

    She spent a lot of time with the Lord Protector as well and it was years before he broke past the shadows that masked her memories until she realised that he was the one who had made her and taught her everything she knew about this life. And in this time, he taught her another valuable lesson - watchmen never look up.

    Eventually she grew so strong that the Prince grew concerned though the girl had no desire for power, she just wanted to steal money, horses, blood, souls... anything she considered of worth or that she thought was pretty. But she'd devoured souls to the point that her power was terrifying to the Prince so she was driven out and was forced to roam the lands of the world for centuries, never allowed to settle once her power and thirst was known... the black veins through her aura always outed her as one who drank the souls of others.

    So she wandered and eventually built her own power base on a small island, with a home where she could keep her trinkets, a couple of servants to help her understand the world as it turned and changed around her and a comfortable nest she couldn't be driven from by the fear of others who never bothered to understand that her thirst wasn't for power...but being hundreds of years old caused others to assume.

    ---

    Almost a millenium later, in the early years of the 21st century, a lonely depressed teenager came up with the concept of the Shadowflitter as a character in a Dark Ages online chat. She played the character for days on end and finally met people who she understood and who understood her. Gradually, she learned how to form lasting friendships with people where she hadn't been given the opportunity to do so before.

    Playing the Shadowflitter allowed her to come out of her shell and form bonds with people the world over, including falling in love with the man behind the character of the Lord Protector. A sassy make believe thief character allowed her to safely explore and figure out who she was until she finally reached out to the Lord Protector's player after many years of friendship and they became closer. She offered to pay for him to move from England to Australia to try things out, see if they could live together...

    13 years later, they're still married and she's taken on the Shadowflitter's first name as her legal first name since the old vampire became so much a part of herself. So thieves can do good things...and bloodthirsty rogues can change lives...and wonderful things like a strong marriage and best friend can come from the most unlikely of places.

    #615669
    PhantomF4
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    Rank: Rank 5

    @nemain how... heartwarming!

    #615780
    3Danimenut
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 4

    WOW, @robf4g210, I mean WOW, for two reasons.
    1:The Render
    2:Your fingertips must be killing you after typing all that.

    #615859
    PhantomF4
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 5

    @3danimenut101

    Thanks, buddy!

    Yeah... got a little carried away...

    #615950
    Drakwan
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    Rank: Rank-1

    Thanks Miarka for bring up the image.

    #616099
    Cassandre
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    Rank: Rank-1

    Prizes Update

    1st Place: 50 000 points
    2nd Place: 30 000 points
    3rd Place: 20 000 points

    Thank you, @joaline1985, for your donation.

    #616103
    Cassandre
    Participant
    Rank: Rank-1

    Wow! I love the entries and the stories so far. This contest is awesome!


    @dakaron
    : No problem, for posting image, you really have to use the img button. Direct links and such don't work on this forum.

    #616503
    bobdawg
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 4

    Rogue

    Did someone say roguish characters? How about Rogue herself then? Straight out of Marvel Comics comes a mutant with the ability to absorb a person's powers, abilities, and psyche. Although originally a villain and a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants she later joined the Uncanny X-Men to battle against evil. She continues to be a fierce fighter for the side of good. She appears here as she did from 1991 to 1997.

    #616598
    PhantomF4
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 5

    Creative thinking @bobdawg!

    #616660
    Bot101
    Participant
    Rank: Rank-1

    Rogue Rocks. Hair always in style.

    #616769
    bobdawg
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 4

    thanks @robf4g210

    #616823
    bobdawg
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 4

    and thanks to @arthurgarcia

    #616851
    PhantomF4
    Participant
    Rank: Rank 5

    @bobdawg

    What character is that?

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