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| Beauty, Beast, and Monster; Phoebe Cuckoo | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 21 2014, 10:04 PM (262 Views) | |
| Ben Sage - Inactive | Oct 21 2014, 10:04 PM Post #1 |
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White King
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Benjamin didn't sleep on the same schedule most people did. Starting with his restaurants, he'd had to stay up later than most people. And then he'd had to stay up later to hunt. And then the islands in Indonesia had taken his sleeping schedule, bashed it on the rocks, and thrown back fragments of what it once was. Suffice to say, it wasn't unusual for Ben to be up and doing things at odd times. This was going to be one of those days. It was four in the morning when he'd first woken up, and he'd immediately gone to the room he had co-opted for training. No armor this time; not even a shirt or shoes, just loose pants. Why? He couldn't always fight in his armor. He had to know the strikes against his bare body; realize the damage they could perform if he performed incorrectly. And... The young man was not superhumanly strong, and these dummies were definitely made to take a beating. That made it all the more impressive when his foot went through the chest of one of the weighted dummies. It splintered around his calloused skin and the wooden faux person fell off the stand. This made him pause. He'd been at this for hours now. It had to be closer to middle morning. The sun was higher, but not quite to the noon position. If he had to guess it was around nine, maybe nine thirty. A time when more normal people were up and about. Drenched in sweat, hot, and now with a broken dummy... It was time for a break. Maybe a drink. You were supposed to exercise with water as much as possible. It was healthy for you. Ben didn't have that luxury on the islands. He'd gotten used to rationing water, and he could survive with just a drink of two after his work out. It was time to get some though. Not one to ever used servants, Ben wiped his face off, and dropped his towel over his forehead as he headed towards the kitchen. He probably could have had an attendant, but it'd have taken all of five seconds for him to think about eating the person. That made it more of a distraction than a help. Even if it'd been a pretty young female attendant, then he could have the urge to eat and to f*** her. Still distracting, unless Mythos was out. Sometimes the creature had to be within him, though. It needed time within the human side to recharge and rest. Almost its form of sleeping, Ben supposed. All of this meant Ben still had to go get his water, when he didn't prepare for it. He refused the temptation, and kept the water in the fridge. There was some argument that drinking ice cold water was the worst kind of water to use, but after months of tepid, or warmer, water... Ben chose the ice cold water every time. So as Ben walked into the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, he opened the fridge and leaned down to get a bottle of nicely chilled water. He was aware of the presence there, someone watching him. Intently. Only one person at the Club watched him that intently, and it sort of made sense if she'd have followed him. Ben gripped one of the waters and pulled back, already using the one hand to twist the cap off. "Good morning, Phoebe," He told the Cuckoo as he closed the door, turning to look at her as he took a drink of water, "What are you up to?" |
| "Want to see what it looks like when your heart is ripped out and eaten?" | |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Oct 24 2014, 11:59 AM Post #2 |
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Five-In-One
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It wasn't like she was hiding from him, so Phoebe wasn't surprised at all when Ben turned around and spoke to her. In fact, she just smiled at him, a bright and happy one that was... only slightly uncharacteristic of her, if he'd watched her enough to figure her out to distinguish Phoebe from the other sisters. In short, it was a bit too sweet to her usual hint of lemony-sour. "Why, good morning to you as well, dear Benjamin!" she said in only a slightly mocking tone, but she wasn't being mean at all. Nice too nice. With a skipping sort of step, Phoebe walked into the kitchen from where she'd been lingering in the doorway. It was earlier in the morning, but the Cuckoos were early risers by habit, and the other four had gone off to do their own things for the day. Sophie, Celeste, and Mindee had gone to the city to shop around for a few things, probably books, games, and maybe shoes. Esme, however, was out in the back garden, doing her usual bit of solitary sulking for the day. Which left Phoebe on her own. She'd popped out of bed with the rest of them, and while the others got dressed and went out the door, Phoebe was only half out of her pajamas, which was just a pink t-shirt that was more than a bit stretched out as well as too big for her, and she'd gotten into a pair of denim shorts of the same color... and that was about it. Nothing too fancy at all. In fact, if there wasn't going to be any visitors to the mansion, this was how she was going to stay all day. Even with Ben around, she felt no need to try to and be winsome in appearance alone; she knew she was good looking enough as is. While attempting to appear about her own little task for the morning, Phoebe walked around to him and fluttered her eyelashes in a very exaggerated manner. "You been working out? That's cool." In a not very hidden manner at all, she looked him over, and then gave him a wink before trying to "squeeze" past him to get to the fridge. "Sleep well, Ben? Or did you do anything fun last night?" She was trying to be conversational, as well as nosy. Phoebe had no idea what Ben did in his free time, but she was curious. He was pretty much an adult, and while the Cuckoos weren't little girls, they had a few years to go before being considered adults. Though that never felt quite right, especially for Phoebe. She felt older in her bones, in the flesh, and it just didn't match up with what she had going on the outside. Though she was still immature in some respects...Ben didn't make her feel that way at all. And she wasn't shy about it either. |
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| Ben Sage - Inactive | Oct 25 2014, 12:28 AM Post #3 |
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White King
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Trap. Before Phoebe's greeting was even out of her mouth, both sides of the cannibal reached the same conclusion. She was up to something. It wasn't really a question of whether or not she was. She was. Mythos felt more subtle when he was a bladed creature of imminent death. Hell, he probably was more subtle, since he was generally transparent and very, very quiet. Unless he wasn't. But Phoebe, whatever she was up to, had all the subtlety of B-17 Flying Fortress slamming into the buildings at Times Square. Not that that'd happened, just that Ben was pretty certain they were both pretty obvious happenings. Only Phoebe's intentions may have been slightly easier to read, of the two events. "Melee combat practice," Ben told her, as he took another drink of his water, eyes watching her carefully, "Started at four, because I woke up not too long after falling asleep." It was said that the people that had trouble sleeping where those with unfulfilled lives, or those with a guilty conscience. Benjamin had neither of these. He already had more than he'd ever asked for, and even though he constantly worked towards gaining more, his life was far from unfulfilled. He'd fed Senators, and billionaires, their own people. That wasn't just satisfying. There was something diabolically pleasing about that to him. And as for the conscience... Guilt, it seemed, was not one of Mythos' real capabilities. If it was, it was so dramatically weak that it never appeared as an actual emotion within the creature. So Ben, when he did sleep, was never troubled by his sleep. His dreams were unbothered, even though they were so violent and lust filled he wasn't certain even Esme was ready for them. The problem was his hair trigger reaction to noise and movement around him. It'd always been sort of bad; with Katie and Melody he'd snap awake every time they'd so much as shift in the bed with him. Sometimes he had to double check with Melody that he wasn't about to get stabbed. Indonesia had taken that and made it so much worse. But it'd also made it so he could sleep about anywhere. Still, Ben did have an answer for her questions regarding his night. "Last night I had a Senator at one of my restaurants, and had to prepare a special meal for him and his private party," Ben told Phoebe, as she squeezed between him and the fridge, "I will let you in on a little secret about some Congressmen. While they may be bores, they are sometimes salacious bores, with more money and connections than they're worth. If you know the right ones, there were always be more drugs, sex, and debauchery at their parties than you'd find with an '80s hair metal band. And they are far past any concept of vanilla sex, instead throwing what could only be described at times as fetishist orgies. Congresswomen can be just as lascivious, if not worse, so don't think it's just a male thing. Last night, such a party was thrown in one of the party rooms of my restaurants. And while I'm not sure I would use the term 'fun,' it was certainly informative and helpful. Particularly since I acquired high definition video with sound of the event." And here was some of Ben's power, even if it was often a power he didn't exercise. When you owned restaurants that only the elite could ever get into, you learned things about them. During their parties, Ben and his staff were the ones that catered to these parties. Sometimes the staff themselves got involved, but only if invited. There were rules, and people had to keep their mouths shut. Money went towards that, and when money didn't work... Mythos did. Benjamin kept power peoples' secrets; including fetishes, drug habits, and illegal... Sometimes underage... Doings to himself. And he kept his staff quiet, while providing services. So far, he'd never let a secret slip. The handful of times something had ever come close, the chefs unknowingly served up human the next day. It really was easy to make people disappear when you had restaurants like his own. Ben returned the lid to his water bottle, setting it on the counter. "By the time I got back here, it was after two. I caught a quick nap," Ben told her, Mythos shifting inside of him, "And you know the rest already. Now, Phoebe..." Benjamin somewhat prided himself on his observation skills, and he knew when someone was trying to just seem busy. With the intentional fluttering of the eyelashes, and the squeezing between him and the fridge to get in the fridge and get... Whatever. It wasn't just obvious she was up to something. It was obvious she was trying her best to make it seem like she wasn't. Ben's powerful hands wrapped around the blonde's waist, and he lifted her up like a doll, setting her so she was sitting on the counter and the two were eye-to-eye. The predator's bright blues watched her with the faintest hint of amusement, as he considered his options. Putting one hand on either side of her legs, the murderer stepped in so they were almost touching. Remembering Emma's restrictions, Ben was considering what to do with the girl's... What almost seemed to be becoming an infatuation. "What are you really up to this morning?" Ben's voice was almost soothingly relaxed as he smirked at her, "And don't lie. I'll know." |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Oct 27 2014, 09:06 PM Post #4 |
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Those carefully watchful eyes on Ben Sage felt like burning hot heat lamps on Phoebe, but she liked it. His attention was on her, and he wasn't preoccupied by Miss Emma, or Esme, or anyone else. It was just her. Her and him. Phoebe and Ben. Phoebe Cuckoo and Benjamin Sage. She was guilty, and he knew it, of being just a few steps away from being head-over-heels for him, if she went just a bit more towards the romantic side of things... But that wasn't the angle Phoebe was approaching him from. Truth was, as she listened to him carefully as he went over his night, she just wanted him. Like any young girl at the awakening of her adulthood, Phoebe had urges. Needs. And she hadn't even gotten close to fulfilling them. There was that afternoon with One Direction in a limousine, but Sophie made sure she didn't lose control. And frankly, Benjamin was several steps above those boys. He was definitely a man. "Politicians with seedy lifestyles? No... Shocker! So what is it going to be? Some little bit of blackmail to get a few favors for the Club... or just a video for your collection?", she teased, smirking over her shoulder. Not all that surprising, considering where they stood. The Hellfire Club had women parading around in lingerie; Emma hadn't kept her deeds secret from them, just the dirty details, and she'd told them more about the world than most girls could hope for. Something like that didn't seem that scandalous to Phoebe at all. It just made her curious, and added to her current predicament. A gasp was all she could manage for a moment when she felt Ben's hands on her waist, and nothing short of a lightning bolt surged from her heart, and then up and down her spine. She immediately flushed, and there was almost an audible thumping in her chest as she felt Ben sit her down on the counter. Phoebe's blue eyes stared back into Ben's, which were far closer than they'd ever been before. One could really appreciate how nice they were, if a bit intimidating. She knew what was in his mind, but like with Emma Frost, she was denied the dirty details. The difference was that while Miss Frost earned Phoebe's admiration, Ben had earned her infatuation. "Ben..." said Phoebe as she placed her own hands on his, the smile on her face showing even in her eyes. "If you can tell if I'm lying, I'm pretty damn sure you know exactly what it is I want." Bravely, her fingers danced up from his hands to his arms, all the way up to his shoulders if he allowed her to. "There's hardly anyone here. Just you and me inside. I thought we could enjoy each other's company for a while," was her answer. Tilting her head to the side, Phoebe actually licked her lips. "If I'm not being forward enough, let me know. I can do better." |
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| Ben Sage - Inactive | Nov 3 2014, 05:03 PM Post #5 |
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White King
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At first, Ben's thoughts were to control himself. But then... If what he wanted was to get Phoebe to focus her infatuation elsewhere... Maybe that wasn't the best idea. The cannibal had plenty of thoughts on what to do to the young girl. She was fresh, and pale. Blood would show up easily enough, and she seemed so soft the cannibal had no doubt it could be licked up with ease, too. Bite marks would look like strange flowers on her skin, as the flesh turned purple and blue from the indentions; always with a small trickle of scarlet from where the skin did tear. That wasn't to say his girls went without pleasure; the cannibal did care for them. He knew how the body worked, and could bring them to a precipice, built up from pleasure and pain; just to let them crash down after the height. And that was always just the start, as he tried to test all their limits. Some, such as Katie, he'd actually cared about. So he didn't damage her, but that didn't mean she remained conscious for long. The ones he didn't care about... Well, he'd had to eat most of them. Finally there was Threnody... "You're wrong about one very important thing, Phoebe," Benjamin commented as he leaned down to her, turning his face so that he was speaking in the girl's ear, "It is never just me and another person. It is me, and Mythos, and another person. Are you paying attention to my thoughts, Phoebe?" Ben hands shifted so they were gripping the tops of the blonde's small thighs. Mythos was always a part of Benjamin's sex life. Not always at first, because some didn't deserve to know. But when your libido could become physical, there was no time to expect it more than during sex. And one of the twisted things about Mythos was how bestial it remained when it manifested during those times. Sometimes, as with Cal'syee, it remained mostly human but with wings and claws and fangs and a tail. Other times it was a beast; wolf, tiger, bear, as with Katie. And then there was Threnody. Melody Jacobs didn't just love pain; she thrived off it. The creature wasn't just bestial; it was the murder machine with phalli for her. She screamed in ecstasy as Mythos and Ben used her; clawing, biting, cutting, tearing... More than one of those memories had Ben cutting the dark skinned woman open, during intercourse. And one thing was consistent through all of these memories. It wasn't just Sage and the girl. It wasn't just Mythos and the girl. It was both of them using the girl. Thinking on it, maybe that was why Ben didn't care for men; they didn't have enough entrances for himself and Mythos while still being able to scream. And screaming; pained or pleasured, was one of Ben's biggest turn-ons. Mythos' as well; if these glimpses of memories Ben was sharing where to be believed. "You're wanting to appeal to my libido, but you're forgetting that my libido has its own body, and means," Ben told her, as his fingers clawed down the tops of her thighs, the memory in his mind at that time being Mythos doing similar with his own claws, "Are you really sure you want to appeal to that creature?" |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Nov 8 2014, 09:59 PM Post #6 |
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The big thing that made Phoebe stand out from he sisters was a lack of inhibition. She didn't have the same walls they had, from the perspective of letting things out, while she still had a good defense. Having Benjamin so close was making her heart hammer inside her chest like never before. It took a lot of willpower to hold back just enough to keep herself from pouncing right then. He wasn't making it easy, however, probably on purpose. Ben wasn't mistaken in one thing, though; Phoebe hadn't considered Mythos in her equation at all. That made her mentally back up, her greater thought process awakening as the other, untested processes in her mind and body stalled up for the moment. "Well..." He was so close now, and touching her, making a few of the gears and cogs turning in her head to turn the wrong way or not fast enough. Thinking about it... Ben had explained what Mythos was. Naturally, the thing would factor into things. How it slipped her mind was embarrassing, but... was it so huge an oversight? Truthfully speaking, Phoebe had been nothing but impressed by Ben's physical subconscious, just as she was impressed by him in general. They were more or less one and the same. And as a psychic, she was as interested in Ben's mind as she was his body. Feeling that little change in pressure on her thighs made her mind stall up and the other processes started up again. A chill went up her spine, and her heart started thumping again, almost audible in her ears. "I don't think I'd mind that, Ben." Now she had one hand move to the back of his neck, bravely teasing at the hair on the back of his head. "I mean, I'm interested in the full package anyway." I think. I think I'm interested in the full package. That was the real answer. Could she really do this? It wasn't feeling wrong or frightening, not even a little bit. It felt... natural. Phoebe wanted something. Needed something. If it wasn't right, then it wasn't right and she could stop it. Right? |
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| Ben Sage - Inactive | Nov 25 2014, 04:25 PM Post #7 |
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The words that came out of her mouth made Mythos almost roar in Ben's head. They had made a promise not to hurt any of the children, but Mythos almost wanted to. How was the best way to do this? She had some romanticized version of Ben Sage in her head, but he couldn't just stab her. And she wasn't paying close attention to his thoughts. Maybe that was for the best. It may have just intrigued her, given her stage in sexual development. No... She needed to be scared. Terrified, even. And there were ways to do that. It was always easiest if her heart was pounding in her ears. If her breath was rapid, and her skin was flushed. How did he do this without hurting her? He'd made a promise, now how did he fulfill it? One of Ben's hands snatched out, fingers dipping into the front of Phoebe's jean shorts, and using them to pull her to the edge of the counter. He knew full well his fingers were close to where she wanted them to be, and his eyes watched her for the reaction. Did she really want those fingers closer? "You're a virgin, aren't you Phoebe?" Sage asked with a smirk, the girl's inner thighs now spread around Ben's waist, "Don't be ashamed if you are; everyone starts out as one. And it's important for me to know. If you still have your hymen, we don't want me to just shoving anything in too harshly. Also..." Ben's hand pulled again, as he stepped back, making her fall off the counter and onto her feet. The predator's hand was still there, though, fingers inside of her jean shorts. And those blue eyes were penetrating, taking note of every minor reaction. Benjamin knew she was already interesting. But he was curious as to how far she'd let herself be lead down the rabbit hole before she actually tried to grip him. At the same time though, he was hoping he could use this; her current holding back. The creature had an idea. Maybe they could put her own playfulness to work for them. There was always a possibility. "...You probably don't want to do this in here. Not that sex in the kitchen isn't fun, but we aren't the only ones that eat in here. Plenty of juices in sex, and you'll never be entirely certain what we get wet," Benjamin smirked, "But since you want the whole package, as you put it, I do have an idea. A little game to get the blood pumping, and get my other side in the mood." Mythos stirred as it started choosing its form. It needed something violent, and far beyond what most people would care to have sex with. Maybe harming the girl could just not be the point. A little cut here, a little tear there. Benjamin didn't stop the creature, as he instead readied to pull it out. Instead Sage started making suggestions. Changes to its body that would allow it to scare her. If she really wanted the full package, she was going to be hunted by it. A shape-shifting, invulnerable creature, with a really twisted view on what could fill a young girl's holes. If that didn't do it, Phoebe was just going to end up being a sex slave. At least Ben knew she could share. "You go run and hide. Find someplace it'd be fun to have sex, maybe someplace forbidden since we're here all alone," Sage's grin was a little wicked, as his single hand undid the front of Phoebe's shorts, "We'll give you a minute before taking chase. And leave these here..." Sage's hand jerked down on the unbutton and unzipped shorts. |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Dec 6 2014, 04:20 PM Post #8 |
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This was definitely the first time Phoebe felt alive in a whole new way. She'd helped briefly abduct superstars in the form of One Direction; she'd made people puppets under her will with only her thoughts; she'd experienced what it felt like to fly through her sisters when they first met Ben. But she'd never been this close to, well, a real moment. Seriously, she had her hands on this guy, and he seemed to be... interested. Did he want her to? That was the biggest thing. Phoebe refrained from looking into his head, just because she wanted to experience something authentic and purely physical, and she couldn't tell from looking at his face alone if he felt the same way about her. To put it simply, Phoebe thought Benjamin Sage was just about the finest bit of male flesh she'd managed to see in person. And while she wasn't as tall as Emma Frost or Selene Gallio, or as fully endowed at the moment... Phoebe and her sisters were at the time in their lives when it was getting there. It felt so natural to be like this with a guy that she really did feel at home. Maybe this was how she was meant to be... with a guy. Not just looking at them, pining for attention. She wanted sex. So much she shuddered when she felt Ben's fingers dip into her shorts and pull her forward. Gasping, Phoebe let her legs go where they wanted, briefly wrapping around Ben as she looked at him, mouth slightly open and smiling, her eyes wide. She knew she didn't have to answer his question about her virginity. That much had to be clear, if he'd watched her or caught the hint about how far removed the girls were from the seedier happenings of the Hellfire Club. But the flame she felt in her chest told her she was ready to change that. Phoebe allowed him to pull her off the counter and to her feet, forcing her to look up at him and take her hands from his neck, instead opting to let them rest on his chest as she listened to him talk, which was just icing on the cake. If she thought she'd been excited before, hearing him talk to her this way... And then it got even more real, as she felt him undoing and then removing her shorts. That left her in her underwear and shirt, definitely one less article of clothing more than usual in their other encounters. Phoebe wanted to melt right there. Smiling, she stepped out of the shorts, then bent over to pick them up, handing them over to Ben. "M'kay..." She almost felt tongue-tied, speechless, which was definitely a change from normal Phoebe. But that was because she felt like she was getting her way. Talking wasn't necessary anymore, as at this point, she felt like she'd gotten her answer; Benjamin wanted her. Stifling some silly giggle, Phoebe started to walk out of the kitchen slowly, and once she got to the door, she briefly paused and turned around to look over her shoulder. And then she darted away. Where? Where could she go? Somewhere fun, somewhere fun. Downstairs? No. Upstairs, in her bed? No, not her bed, that would be telling, and she wanted to keep things from her sisters as a surprise. Sophie would be pissed either way, but Phoebe's bed was right next to her own... that wouldn't fly with Miss Perfect. Perfect... Emma Frost's study. There was a chaise lounge in there that Phoebe loved to take naps on, or just lay down to listen to music, or just to find some peace and quiet. That would be best. It wasn't so forbidden that Phoebe wouldn't have access to it, but it was definitely not a place Emma would want her... enjoying herself. Especially with the White King she hadn't even had for herself. Phoebe flew upstairs and quickly made her way for the study, where she found the door unlocked. Ducking inside, Phoebe felt her heart hammering way in her chest. Oh. My. GOD. This is actually happening. |
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