A Most Dangerous Game (Whitebrand and Redfield)

[Whitebrand]

Lorcas Burne had a massive reputation that went with his great wealth. He made this fortune by trafficking in flesh. He supplied slaves to wealthy, customizing his prisoners to the specifications of his clients. This allowed him to live on this own private island that he ruled like a king.

He kept the choicest slaves for himself. The most challenging and interesting women of the world were on this list of acquisitions. His reputation held that given a month with any prisoner he would have them quivering on them floor before him, exhausted from uncontrollable orgasms and utterly submissive to his domination.

The reality was a bit more complicated than that...it took him a bit longer than a month for the toughest cases. For the impossible cases...well he had a big snake he could feed with them.

His mastery of his slaves led to rumors that the man had infernal blood in him somehow. There was no way to know the truth unless he chose to divulge it.

His mansion was on the highest point of his moderate climate island where he was served by his "staff" of pleasure slaves. Humans, teifings, various anthros, elves...even a particularly sexy half-orc woman, made up his entourage. His complete domination of his slaves ensured that his every need was served.

His island included a dock and helicopter pad. A few roads wound through the thick forests. A few smaller buildings there served as storage and training facilities.

Lorcas was a good looking human in this middle thirties. He was trim and seemed to have a permanent shadow if stubble on his chin and jaw. He could be charming when he was in a good mood, which he usually was.

He fancied himself a kind of "trophy hunter", a procurer of fine and difficult to hunt females. The more the challenge, the better he enjoyed the chase and appreciated the catch. He lived by his own rules and was proud of that fact.

[Redfield]

Standing beneath the trees, a young woman rubbed her eyes, seemingly momentarily confused by her surroundings. She had short hair that stopped just above the nape of her neck, it was an auburn colour and the young lady found it quite soft to the touch. Her skin was, smooth to the touch and unblemished, her figure slender and fairly appealing to the eyes. Her ears were pointed like an elf's and she had caramel colored skin, to the unknowing Icarus could easily pass for a Dark Elf and that's just what she'd intended. Her eyes were a deep shade of purple, protruding from the small of her back was a a thin but long black tail and the end had a shape similar to the ace of spades. Her wings weren't visible at the moment, concealed within her body by a type of transformation magic.

She wasn't dressed in an overly fancy way, a pair of brown leather boots donned her feet, light brown trousers that hung a little loosely off her slender legs. Her tail was wrapped around her waist\ giving the illusion that she were wearing a belt. Her upper body was covered with a plain white shirt, it hugged against her ample bosom but hung loosely enough to allow a breeze to reveal her stomach at any times, Attached to her belt was a sheath were she visibly carried a steel dagger, for protection if she needed it.

"Yup, that looks like her alright" The woman muttered to herself, her right arm was outstretched holding a mirror which she used to examine herself, she sighed shaking her head a little. A purple box descended over the mirror and it was gone from sight, she folded her arms looking around, she was in a forest it looked like and not too far from where she stood the a large open road, she stepped forward onto it, assuming that whichever way she chose to follow it, it would lead to some form of civilisation. She shook her head, internally lamenting her situation, just half an hour ago she'd been in her room, now she was in the body of her gaming avatar, still the new found perks she had weren't something to be complained about, especially her item box. Though suddenly becoming a succubus hadn't been on her day planner.

"At least this place seems peaceful enough" Icarus mused aloud, a slight grin on her face as she began to make her way along the road. "Not sure I recognise the area, if it's from..." She trailed off, musing that even if it did turn out to be an area from the game, she didn't recognise it. For a moment she felt slightly giddy at the prospect of searching a new area, she lightly slapped her thigh, her eyes running across the road, it seemed fairly well maintained so she figured she must be fairly close to some kind of settlement or least within a few miles of it.

[Whitebrand]

Her game had been an urban fantasy setting, so the roar of a helicopter engine overhead wasn't completely out of place. The sound increased as it passed overhead and faded as it headed inland towards the highest point of the island.

When she looked in that direction she saw a large, sprawling mansion that would have done Hugh Hefner proud. White concrete outer walls with lots of wood trim, a satellite dish, a wi-fi tower, an olympic sized pool, a garage-like building that stored electric vehicles, and probably the best security systems money could buy.

This and the road were the only signs of civilization here that were immediately visible. She was too far away to make out any people or other details.

The helicopter landed somewhere on the other side of the mansion. It looked very high tech, a vehicular blend of modern technology and magic.

It pretty much screamed "supervillain base". All that was missing was any ominous 007 theme music. There was probably a lot of lore behind this location...and she had no knowledge of it.

[Redfield]

"Wow that's fancy!" Icarus spoke aloud, stopping in place to observe the mansion, she squinted her eyes to get a better look, but found found no one could be seen, though she could see the odd blurry blob that she thought might have been people. The woman folded her arms, tilting her head to the side 'if I remember in the game, at least one of the nations had royalty...but this doesn't look fancy enough to belong to royalty, perhaps a noble of some kind.'

She found her pace slowing as she thought, shaking her head again she took up a slightly faster pace, a thought crossed her mind and she rubbed her hands togethor. Electricity sparked across her palms and she drew a breathe as a flame the size of a candle appeared between her hands "huh it was bigger in game....Guess I'm not as strong here then....though I was a high level in other areas I averaged out on attack magic."

She strained looking back towards the mansion, she couldn't see where the helicopter had landed and she briefly thought that she could have been seen in the fly by. The lady cracked her knuckles, stepping off the road a bit, hiding amongst the trees though, not too far to lose sight or not be spotted from the road. She didn't want to run the risk of getting lost before she encountered her new destination and the walk seemed peaceful enough so far. at her new pace she felt she could get there in a few hours at worst so she wasn't overly worried at the moment.

[Whitebrand]

Since she was off the road it didn't take her long to spot and recognize a hunter's platform semi-hidden in a tree. This implied someone enjoyed a certain sport around here.

The corners of the road showed some signs of dark marks that hinted at vehicles moving along at a quick pace, though there were none in sight at the moment.

She also saw that the road had the occassional weather-protected camera along it.

[Redfield]

Icarus froze, a shiver ran down her spine, this didn't seem right she looked at the camera, it had definitely spotted her. The woman let out a sight then moved forward, quickly slamming her hand down on the top of the camera, thanks to her demonic strength and perhaps something she took from the game the camera slammed into the ground quickly breaking into pieces.

The woman stopped she didn't know why she'd done that, but something had told her just had to and stepped away from the scene, looking up at the hunters platform she moved along, then there was a crunch and she jumped forward the ground where she had stood gave way and a pit appeared, it wasn't too deep but it would have been inconvenient to fall inside. She noticed the camera she'd smashed had looked that way too.

'For an animal of some kind?' she thought to herself moving away a little clumsily as she used detect to locate any other traps that might be near her as she journeyed along after all something told her that there might be more nearby.

[Whitebrand]

It would be a little while before she ran into the next trap. A snare wrapped around both her ankles and yanked her skyward. It happened so fast that her head barely grazed the ground as she was flipped upside down. Her heavy breasts almost smacked her own face.

Sure enough there was another concealed camera staring at her. Her time undetected on this island was running out fast.

[Redfield]

For a moment or two icarus was dumbfounded, she couldn't understand how she'd managed to fall for such a trap. She swung back and forth until she steadied herself by pressing her hands down against the ground. She shook her head before her eyes fell upon the camera, her lips pursed in thought and she looked up to her ankles.

Icarus let out an annoyed tut, reaching up with one hand to tug at the rope, then shifted to untie her boots, managing to slip out and land on the ground with a slight thud. She lay motionless for a moment, her eyes fixed firmly upon the camera wandering if anyone were watching her right now.

[Whitebrand]

The trap had been cunningly concealed by the earth itself. Unless she had been an experienced hunter, spotting the trap had been unlikely.

At the moment she had no way of knowing if she had been seen ir not. Perhaps someone was on their way out to her at that moment.

[Redfield]

'If I stay whoever set the trap will find me at some point' Icarus reasoned pushing herself to her feet, brushing herself down she considered her options for a moment. The lady reached up tugging at the boots, but they seemed firmly stuck in the rope, if they remained there'd very definitely be no doubt she'd be discovered.

The woman's pointed ears twitched and she took a few steps to the side, there was another snapping 'another pitfall? in case the snare didn't catch one' she thought jumping out of the way, only this time it wasn't so much a pitfall as it were a net. She'd misjudged the direction to move and found herself caught up in this trap. Hoisted up off the ground but her weight seemed to hold her down and she could easily press her feet against the ground, her legs the only part that now dangled free.

[Whitebrand]

She seemed thoroughly stuck now.

It would be several long minutes before he eleven ears picked up the quiet whirring of an electric motor.

The golf cart-like vehicle had two occupants. The driver was a woman with purple skin and blue hair in a midriff baring shirt and shorts. The passenger was a fine looking older man, with a rifle over his shoulders. Neither of them looked surprised upon seeing her.

The cart stopped and then man got out. He put his hands on his hips.

"Looks almost like a dark elf," he said aloud to this driver. "Color's wrong, though. Well, she's got a lot of questions to answer. And maybe a snake to feed."

He eyed her bosom.

"Or maybe not," he added.

[Redfield]

'Guess they saw the camera' Icarus thought, her eyes flicking between the two, they fell briefly on the rifle, her body shifted and she kicked her legs causing the net holding her to rock back and forth a bit. She turned as best she could so she was facing away as much as possible, her head turned to look over her shoulders towards the duo.

"There's nothing too suspicious about me....I'm Nice" She cringed internally and shook her head "I just got a little lost that's all." She explained remaining as calm as she could manage, she briefly thought about saying she wandered from a village and decided against it. "It's really not an impressive story just a navigational mishap that's all."

[Whitebrand]

"Yeah," he said. "Sure. Save us all some time and tell me who sent you."

It figured. Someone this rich almost certainly had enemies.

He didn't look like he expected an answer. He unslung the rifle and loaded a dart into it. The sound of the rifle's loading made an ominous click. He calmly lifted the weapon and pointed it at the trapped girl.

"Oh well," he said. "You'll tell me sooner or later."

[Redfield]

"No one sent me, this is a navigational issue that's all" Icarus stated, looking alarmed at the side of the gun and shifted from side to side rocking the net back and forth. 'Wait didn't I have poison resistance?@ she thought to herself, wandering if that carried over, or if it would even matter. The succubi girl shook her head trying to break the net.

"I swear, it's a navigation issue, I got lost when I wandered away from my village that's all."

[Whitebrand]

"What village?" The man demanded. "I'll know if you're lying."

He didn't put the weapon down.

[Redfield]

Icarus blinked, letting out a sigh, shaking her head a little, her cheeks flushed a little as she stopped rocking "North Kilt Town" she says sounding a little strained, her eyes never leaving the man or the gun he held.

[Whitebrand]

He fired. The dart felt like a sharp punch to her side.

"Seriously?" He said as he lowered the weapon. "Next time try a believable cover story. Amateurs. Must be a reporter."

He waited, no doubt waiting for the dart to take effect.

She did indeed have resistance to poison, so she didn't go unconscious. She was still heavily drugged though. She could feel herself getting dizzy and her tongue suddenly felt like it was swollen and heavy.

[Redfield]

'The truth isn't anymore believable' Icarus thought to herself, she blinked a few times it seemed like the world was spinning, she groaned reaching up, pulling the dart from her and letting it hit the ground. She dropped back, opening her mouth to complain but the words didn't seem to be coming out. Her eyes were half open as she hung limp in the net, she never took her gaze from the man.

[Whitebrand]

He frowned as he noticed that she was still awake.

"Well now," he said. "That narrows it down."

He slung the rifle and stepped towards her. He took out a zip tie for her wrists.

[Redfield]

Icarus watched the man as best she could, her body hung limp, it felt much heavier than it had before, she could still move it, but it was quite the struggle to do so. At this point she wouldn't be putting up much of a fight against the man, so he'd be free to do as he intended for the time being.