User blog:SPARTAN-047/Now You See Me, Now You Don't

 On request by Spazerz.



    k m8 came upp with another scenario     

 Spazerz   '' cummed upp with another idea(pun intentional btw:P).trapped in da Jorou gumou's sex dungeon. ''

'' thoughts?       24 hours ago      ''









Fetishes: femdom, bondage, dominatrix, cruelty, mindbreak, mild pain





Tags: monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, jorōgumo



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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You stumbled on the path, quickly regaining your balance before you could drop to the ground and break anything. You stood back up from a squatting position and kept walking.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">That was a pretty good afternoon party. Better than you could have hoped for or expected. You could have gone ahead all night, but you really needed to sleep after having that much wine. And a few tequila shots you sneaked from your friends glasses while they were busy laughing drunkenly and

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Your friend has just been promoted to the manager of the entire Mamono Sex Toy Industry, a real honour indeed. Now he would be in charge of all the dildos and vibrators about ten feet long and six inches wide which mamono needed to satisfy themselves if they hadn’t kidnapped – er, shhhhhh, proactively dated the nearest man they could find and kept him as a sex slave, um, husband. He was very skilled in finding out where single mamono were in large numbers and how to keep the vibes at the right level of shakiness to ensure a mamono who used one wouldn’t get up for half an hour. Probably ten to fifteen minutes for an ushi-oni, blue oni, shirohebi, or one of the more powerful, smart, or sappily romantic monster girls. It didn’t seem like much, but considering the average monster girl’s speed and strength, it should be enough time for a man to get away without being proactively dated.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You probably shouldn’t have drunk that much, though. You knew you would regret it in the morning. The last hangover you had left your head heavier than an office building block and with the feeling of a WWE wrestler standing on your forehead. Not something you’d want to repeat again.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You turned a corner and came to the lane which led to your home. A smile crossed your face as you saw your home in the distance, straight up ahead. You couldn’t wait to get there and go to sleep at last. You could deal with any pains and aches in the morning.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Excuse me ... sir?’ said a soft, timid voice near you.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You turned around and looked at the person who spoke. She was a figure a little taller than you, dressed in a kimono and a cloak covering her forehead. You could make out a sliver of her face in the setting sun. A smooth, unlined cheek under the cloak, and the hint of a sensual mouth peeked out from under her perfect, slender nose.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You blinked and looked at her. She didn’t seem too dangerous, but you couldn’t be too careful.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Yes?’ you asked.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘I’ve just arrived here to meet my family and I don’t know anyone,’ she said forlornly. ‘Do you know a place to stay?’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You frowned slightly. Sounded like a classic case of having someone hit on you or a tramp about to take you for all you have.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Well, there are no hotels or any rest homes around here,’ you replied, wanting to be kind since she did look a little lost. ‘It’s a rather isolated area, and not many people live here. The nearest rented place you can get is fifty miles away.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Oh ...’ she said, her face dropping a little. ‘Thank you, sir, I’ll see if I can get there.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She turned around and started walking away slowly, shuffling across the ground. You looked after her and your heart wrenched. She didn’t seem cut out for walking normal distances, and who was going to walk fifty miles?

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Wait,’ you called out to her.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She turned around slowly and looked at you. ‘Y-Yes, sir?’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You hesitated, then walked up to her and stood in front of her. You raised a finger to your mouth and bit a nail, wondering what to say. You generally preferred being alone and all, but she did seem both lonely and desolate. You felt she could probably take care of herself, but you didn’t want to be cruel or uncaring to someone who hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘You can stay tonight at my place if you want,’ you blurted out.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She shuffled her feet. ‘Um ... I’m sorry, sir, I’m not sure I heard you right.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You took in a deep breath. ‘You can stay with me tonight and go to find your family tomorrow morning. I’ve got some extra food left, so you’re welcome to share it. Would you like to join me?’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She moved her feet back and forth across the ground, remaining silent. You sighed and turned away. Maybe you had her worried or something. You might have to sleep in by yourself tonight.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">A soft hand grasped your arm as you were about to walk away. You stopped, and then turned around. She had her arm out and was holding yours, her lips curved into a gentle smile.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘I’d love that,’ she said. ‘Unless it’s too much trouble.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘No, no, believe me, it’s not,’ you countered hastily. ‘There’ll be plenty of room. Let’s go.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Her fingers released your arm slowly, letting it drop to your side. Both of you fell into step and started walking the path to your home. Good thing it was straight up ahead.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘By the way, where do you live?’ she asked.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You pointed to the house which was yours, a couple of hundred metres away from your current position.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Oh, my,’ she said, putting a hand to her chest. ‘We’re certainly fortunate.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You chuckled and moved forward. She reached out a hand and slipped it into yours. You were taken aback, but took it and kept walking, reaching closer to your destination.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘I’m Lina’, she said, her fingers interlacing with yours. You didn’t know what that was supposed to convey, but reserved your opinion.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘I’m Anon,’ you responded.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The two of you walked hand in hand to your home, looking forward to the snug and warm environment it would have.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You brought out some tomato basil soup in two bowls from the kitchen, closing the door of the microwave. You walked into the dining room and placed one bowl in front of her.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Thank you,’ she said with a slight smile. She picked up her spoon and dipped it into the bowl, raising it to her full lips which you had your eyes on ever since she walked in.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She had taken off her cloak when she entered and hung it on a nail, giving you a better view of her face. She was really beautiful, there was no doubt about it. Her face was almost aristocratic, but the way she moved and talked was at odd with her stellar beauty. Her face was round in a classic ‘cute’ shape, but the porcelain skin and button nose she had was something which kept your attention. Her cheekbones were high, giving her a lean instead of a chubby look. Her chin was pointed, and her eyes were almond shaped and surprisingly captivating. The first time you looked into them, you failed to look away even when she waved a hand in front of your face and asked you if you were okay. Her eyes were dark and extremely soulful, the type which you could look into forever to read or figure out what her secrets were (and never succeed). You were too embarrassed to ask what kind of secrets those eyes hid, since that would sound a bit silly and like heavy-handed flirting, but it did really feel like she was full of hidden treasures which you would like to find out.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The two of you sat down and finished your soup in silence. You didn’t know each other that well, so there wasn’t much to say. Lina’s and your spoons clattered to the empty bowls at the same time. She smiled and thanked your for the meal. You bowed slightly and picked up the bowls, insisting there was no need to wash up. You went to the kitchen and cleaned the bowls, finishing up the last of the washing-up liquid in your house. Dang it, better remember to buy that tomorrow.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You went back to the dining room, where Lina was sitting there with her hands behind her resting on the chair, humming a tune. She paused as you walked in. You said it was probably time to sleep in case she was tired.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She stood up and gave a weary, yet captivating smile. ‘Yes, I am. Perhaps it would be for the best.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You showed her to the guest bedroom towards the back of your house and wished her goodnight. It was still daylight though, because of the whole country following daylight saving time in the few months ahead, and the sun still hadn’t set. You went to your bedroom and closed the door. You threw yourself across your bed and picked up the P G Wodehouse volume you were finishing yesteday. Soon, you were chuckling and roaring with laughter at the antics of the characters in his novels. They never ceased to amuse.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You read on for about half an hour. At around that time, you heard a gentle knock at your door. You walked to the door and opened it to see Lina standing outside, her head bowed and her hands clasped together.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Are you okay?’ you asked, wondering what could have disturbed her sleep.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Oh, I couldn’t sleep,’ she said, closing her eyes and rubbing them with her palms. ‘I came here because I had a little request of you.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Sure, please do tell me,’ you said, hoping nothing was wrong.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She hesitated. ‘Um ... it’s kind of awkward ... but would you mind if I slept here?’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Here?’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">‘Yes ... with you. In-in your room, I mean.’

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">You blinked. No, wait, that wasn’t some invitation. She must have another reasoning behind it.

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