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MAID QUEST CONTINUES FROM:

>> 10546476

>> No.10548539

auto-sage is 300 posts

>> No.10548546

>>10548539
oh well

>> No.10548552

No wonder Maid Quest has so many damn threads; you make new ones way before autosage hits.

>> No.10548560

Continued from: >>10546476

>>10548539

I thought it was 250? Oh well, sorry about that.

In any case, new thread.

>> No.10548574

>>10548552
nah most of the time we are auto sageing be for the new thread starts

>> No.10548579

Maidquest? thats what this shit is called? Lol you guys fail.

>> No.10548584

That's not blonde.

That's not blonde at all!

>> No.10548588

>>10548579
troll xp

>> No.10548598

>>10548588
have some more of it, fag

>> No.10548602

So, we're asking Reginald about acquiring basic firearms proficiency, and then delivering a gift basket to the ever-elusive Koyomi.

>> No.10548614

Okay, you perverts, on topic, please.

> Decision point: head with Reginald out to inspect the lines, or go into the woods for your traditional waterfall moment?

>> No.10548622

>>10548614

Reginald! We can deliver that picnic basket later- hell, has Sam even had a chance to MAKE it yet?

>> No.10548625

>>10548614
We'll do our usual thing, but first ask Reginald about training for later.

>> No.10548628

>>10548614
RIP AND TEAR

>> No.10548629

>>10548614
Inspect lines first, then go to the waterfall.

We may need to train in pistols so we can use one in one hand while we use the sword in the other.

>> No.10548630

>>10548588

Yeah okay try to deny that you're a complete loser by trying to convince yourself that i'm merely out to fuck with you and thus what I am saying is untrue. Which coincidently is half true, I am trying to fuck with you but what I am saying is completely true. You, my disgusting fat friend, are a complete fuck up.

>> No.10548633

>>10548614
Accompany Reginald.

>> No.10548635

>>10548614
Usual stuff, but ask about that training for later after we have done our duty and inspected the spiritual defenses and patrolled.

>> No.10548643

Reginald is full of bad ass and wisdom. We can learn from him. We have plenty of time to meditate while we are tied up in Samanthas dungeon.

>> No.10548647

>>10548602
> thanks.

"Excuse me, Reginald?" you say, as that worthy finishes his breakfast. "If I may have a word with you?"

"Certainly, miss," Reginald says, as he neatly cuts his rashers with his fork and knife and pops them into his mouth. "Is there something you need."

"I was just wondering, if it might be possible for me to learn a bit about modern weaponry from you? I am unfamiliar with how they work, and it would be useful."

"Absolutely!" Reginald says. "Why don't you join me on an inspection of the lines, then, and we'll drop by the firing range and I'll run you through the basics?"

>> No.10548652

>>10548525

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>> No.10548653

>>10548526

W w W . a N O N _ X _ T a l k . s E _ R e m o V e _ x ckm glqsgc hfh qs s hzwqj pbikg rj lx

>> No.10548654

>>10548614
Mention to Reginald that we'd like to speak with him later, but stick to tradition. Also deliver food.

>> No.10548671

>>10548647

fucking lMAO you fucking dorks. I mean some rpgs are cool and shit but this? Come the fuck on.

>> No.10548680

Wait, what? What the hell happened? When did we become a girl?

What happened to our ass-cannon-using, giant-squid fighting, Maid-seducing self?

Damnit, we broke out of hell! With a chopper!

What happened!?

>> No.10548695

>>10548680
side questing as the maids

>> No.10548696

>>10548680
Sidestory bro.

>> No.10548698

>>10548647
>you say
>"Certainly, miss,"
Wait. On top of all the desperate roneriness, anon is a chick?

Jesus christ.

>> No.10548705

>>10548680
currently doing things from Jehannes PoV

>> No.10548706

>>10548647
"Certainly."

Eat breakfast with him. Sam did cook for us, after all.

>> No.10548714

>>10548647
We should join him and inspect the metaphysical while he inspects the gunlines.

>> No.10548721

>>10548671
Go to bed, Garfield.

>> No.10548723

> . . . =O
>
> I'm sensing some disgruntledness here :)

Perhaps it's time to take a break from maids. . .

AND HAVE ANOTHER MAAAAAAAN QUEEEEEEST!?

>> No.10548726

>> No.10548728

>>10548671
>>10548698
Samefag

>> No.10548744

>>10548723
no, maids are fine!!!

>> No.10548745

>>10548723
god no, it's just one troll

>> No.10548746

>>10548723
Nah, it's just one fag.

>> No.10548753

>>10548723
Finish what we were doing, then MANTIME intermission

>> No.10548771

God no, we're fine.

>> No.10548790

No. Nonononono. No Manquest.

Please god, no Manquest.

That makes my eyes bleed x100000000

>> No.10548791

>>10548723

... disgruntled? who? where? I don't see any at all.

>> No.10548792

>>10548728
Nope.
>>10548698
>>10548721
Are both me though.

>> No.10548793

>>10548723
In fact. . .

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!

POV SHIFT TO. . . REGINALD!!!!

-----
"After my morning ablutions, perhaps," Jehanne says to you. "I shall meet you on the firing range, then."

"That would be fine, young miss," you say, smiling at her. She smiles back at you, and you feel a twinge of pain in your heart.

She looks just like Her.

You feel an upwelling of emotion, but you hide it with another bite of bacon. You are a butler, and a butler never shows untoward emotion.

>> No.10548795

>>10548771

Reg Quest is MANQUEST

>> No.10548821

>>10548793
Smoke pipe.

Pet Felicia.

>> No.10548823

>>10548793
>Manquest
Noooooo

>Reginald quest.

Go on...

>> No.10548825

>>10548793
HOLY SHIT REG ALMOST HAD EMOTIONS! WE MUST GO SHOOT THINGS!

>> No.10548833

>>10548793
Dammit, wanted to see Jehanne talking with Koyomi.

>> No.10548838

>>10548793
Think about her
(inner monologue GO)

>>10548795
>Reg Quest is MANLIESTQUEST
fixt

>> No.10548840

>>10548793

>She looks just like Her.

>> No.10548843

>>10548793
Holy crap, we have a backstory a-brewin'!

>> No.10548858

>>10548833

so did I. bet you ten bucks we'll switch to koyomi for that convo.

>> No.10548859

#meido on rizon.net for you IRCfags that aren't already in here.

>> No.10548867

>>10548821
You take a moment to pull out your old brier pipe and pack it with tobacco, giving Felicia a pet on the head as you do so. She purrs and curls up in your lap, batting at your hands. Marvelous young girl, very affectionate.

"Please don't tell me you're going to smoke that at the table, da?" Samantha sighs, as she takes your plate from you. "It's not healthy, you know."

"Don't be silly, lass. Smoking's perfectly healthy! It's all that healthy rubbish doctors try to get you to eat nowadays that's unhealthy! It's too good for you. It doesn't strengthen the constitution! A little hardening of the arteries puts some iron in your backbone, I always say."

"Well, da, put some iron on your backbone outside, please? Some people don't like the smell of your baccy with their morning eggs and coffee."

>> No.10548873

>>10548858
Not like they can't meet back up later.

Now then REGQUEST IS A GO

>> No.10548875

>>10548840
I theorize that every single one of our maids looks just like Her. Who exactly She is, of course, changes- there are numerous tragic feminine figures of varying sorts dotting Reginald's past, so that he can always soldier on in spite of inner emotional turmoil.

>> No.10548878

>>10548793
Argh no, we will not give up PaladinMaid to another man! The maids are ours! All ours!

>> No.10548901

>>10548867
"Nonsense, Dear. The smell of baccy is the smell of glorious victory!"

>> No.10548915

>>10548867
No need to bother others, let us go and do our dutiful duties.

>> No.10548916

>>10548901
Especially when mixed with the smell of gunpowder!

Inspect the defenses, and bring Samantha. We need to have a talk with the girl, she seems to be getting awfully close to the young master lately and we can't have a proper lady like her being indecent.

>> No.10548926

Move to the porch and consider the morning sun.

>> No.10548931

>>10548867

Oh gods, it's EnglishQuest

>> No.10548946 [DELETED] 

>>10548523
w w W . A N o n _ x _ t a l k . S e _ R e M O v e _ X vo bapxaukvbogrd kilogceze psy bug odh fdrvulm

>> No.10548953

>>10548916
I support this.

>> No.10548954

>>10548916
>>10548926
Seconding these

>> No.10548956

Step outside. Smoke. Reminisce.

>> No.10548968

Move to the porch and talk with Samantha.

>> No.10548980

>>10548926
>>10548916
>>10548915
>>10548901

"Nonsense, dear, the smell of baccy is the smell of glorious victory!" you say.

"Then, please have a glorious victory outside?" Samantha insists.

"Yes, ma'am," you chuckle, and giving Felicia one last pet, you walk out onto the front porch and light up your pipe, regarding the rising sun.

It's been a long time since North Africa, you reflect, when you met the young master's uncle. A heady time, when you were young and thought yourself invincible. Back in the day, life seemed so simple: it was you and the Hun. Good and Evil. Light and Dark.

Though you wouldn't trade this life of happiness and quiet for anything else, sometimes you do wish for one last great adventure, not just tagging along after a headstrong young man who gets himself into minor scrapes here and there.

>> No.10548985

goddamn troll archiver got the last thread as well

is anyone able to get in touch with one of the sup/tg/ mods?

>> No.10548987

>>10548974
Yes, this conversation would be most intriguing.

>> No.10548992

> on a side note, thanks to the fellow who archived the prior thread :) however, you got the tag wrong. It's Maid Quest, not avatarfagging :)

>> No.10549013

>>10548980

>Though you wouldn't trade this life of happiness and quiet for anything else, sometimes you do wish for one last great adventure, not just tagging along after a headstrong young man who gets himself into minor scrapes here and there.

... when we activate his boon, we are going to follow Reginald on an EPIC ADVENTURE. Oh god yes.

>> No.10549018

>>10548980
>minor scrapes
>died twice
...What, pray tell, do you consider a difficult battle?

>>10548985
They post in here too.

>> No.10549025

>>10548980
Battling the legions of Hell twice.
>minor scrapes here and there.

Wow, we need some more background on Reg even more.

>> No.10549028

I just want to take a minute to thank Goshujin both for making the best of people deciding to spend 3 days in Disney and doing a good job of it, and for this awesome set of asides.

>> No.10549040

>>10548985

Don't they get overwritten if you try to re-archive one that's already there?

>> No.10549042

>>10549013
Its going to have to be a glorious adventure that is apparently more exciting than a decent to Hell. Reg did that on a whim to pick us up. And he didn't even need a bat to do it. Also, its apparently going to have to be pretty badass in a short period of time because we're running out of calendar time.

>> No.10549043

>>10548980
He must be glorifying, because fighting all of hell is not a minor scrape by any stretch. That's like saying "Oh yeah, I exploded the universe yesterday. I wish I could make a really BIG boom..."

>> No.10549063

>>10549040
no, they just get updated

>> No.10549067

You people do not understand Reginald, nor the concept of the badass butler.

>> No.10549074

>>10549042
I don't think it's possible to have gotten strong enough to defeat Reginald in 30 days without some serious plothax. Even if that had been our objective all along. 100 stress and a minimal stress "I can negate anything, ever" defense? Pfft.

>> No.10549084

>>10548968
>>10548916

Samantha comes out after breakfast with a picnic basket for Jehanne. The young lady takes it with her and heads up into the woods for her morning meditations.

You smile as you watch your daughter and the paladin together. It's good that she has friends her age now. She hasn't for so long.

Your smile fades as you regard your daughter with a bit of sadness. She is, after all, the only thing you have left of your wife. Perhaps your love story would seem strange to anyone who hadn't lived it. . .

Samantha comes out onto the porch and sits next to you, stretching out. "Mmmmmm. . . well," she says. "Three whole days without the young master. What ever shall we do?"

That reminds you. . . "Well," you say, standing up. "We should start by inspecting the defenses. Care to join me, love?"

Samantha seems about to refuse, then pauses as she sees the look in your eyes. "Of course, da," she says. "Just let me get a jacket."

"I'll be waiting out here," you reply, as you take another puff of your pipe.

>> No.10549116

>>10549084
Reminisce about wifey.

Single manly tear.

Make sure Sam doesn't see it.

>> No.10549122

>>10549063
oh wow, just archived this thread before the trolls got to it

noticed this "Sanity checking passed"

had never seen it before, loled

>> No.10549123

Perhaps the fight with Reg is more about our willingness to fight for his daughter than our ability.

>> No.10549138

>>10549084
The defenses are based on outside attacks, yes? What protections are in place from unusual threats, such as mad science gone awry, portals to hell, or anything hidden within the mansion?

>> No.10549151

>>10549123
Yeah, no. Reginald doesn't posture and he wants someone who can defend his daughter as well as he can.

>> No.10549162

>>10549084
She comes out wearing a jacket over her maid uniform, as you finish up your pipe and knock out the ashes onto the ground. "I was thinking," you say, "Of starting with the east woods. Clear some brush, maybe, make sure the fire lines are clear."

"Sure thing, da," Samantha says. "Will you be needing the flamethrower?"

"Nah, just the machetes. We'll stop by the tool shed and pick them up on the way in."

The two of you set off down the trail together. The only sound is the crunching of leaves underfoot.

"I wonder," you say to Samantha, "how you and the young master are doing."

"Us? We're. . . all right, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

"He asked me for your hand in marriage. Such a polite, upstanding young man. I'm afraid I was a bit rash. Challenged him to duel me hand to hand before I'd allow you to marry him. No way I could actually do that, of course, but he actually accepted. Rum sort of feller, that he is."

>> No.10549174

>>10549123

we had better hope so. As an accomplished warrior, he'll understand if we win... BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

also, WHO DARES, WINS. David Sterling said that. Are you more awesomer then David Sterling? FUCK NO

DARE. WIN.

>> No.10549187

>No way I could actually do that, of course
Thank the gods, we're not going to die!

>> No.10549208

>>10549162
oh fuck

>> No.10549212

>>10549187
... but we don't know that. So we're going to end up trying to fight him anyway.

>> No.10549213

>>10549116
>>10548956
>>10548840
>>10548838

Samantha smiles back at you. "He is," she says. "But also a good man. You wouldn't mind me marrying him?"

"Love," Reginald laughs. "The bloody Prince of Wales isn't good enough for my daughter. But if I must give you up to someone, then I may as well give you up to the young master."

Samantha laughs, and the laugh takes you back to the days of yore. . .

. . . back in the days when men were men, and wars were fought in far-off lands for the sake of the free world.

Back in a place called North Africa. . . and a War called World War II.

>> No.10549216

>>10549174
As an ex-British Commando, I'm sure he would understand underhanded tactics being employed to level the field.

>> No.10549224

>>10549162
I'm sure he could make a reasonable effort, and he certainly will be sincere about it. How can you handle this honorably, without killing the poor fool?

>> No.10549227

>>10549187
He's bullshitting so as not to overly worry Sam, obviously.

>> No.10549235

>>10549213
Rommel, you magnificent bastard, I read your BOOK!

>> No.10549248

>>10549213
in b4 Reg killed Adolf Hitler

>> No.10549249

>>10549213
Holy fuck, this man is immortal or something. He has to be like 70+ to have fought in WW2.

>> No.10549287

>>10549249
Well of course! All that manly smoking after all.

>> No.10549291

>>10549249
And virile enough to get it on and sire Sam at 50 or 60 years of age. The man is a stud.

>> No.10549295

>>10549249
How old is Sam, then?

>> No.10549301

>>10549213

>North Africa

>WWII

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAYYMMNNNNNNN

YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION

>> No.10549312

>>10549295
If you'd like to ask her, be my guest.

>> No.10549321

>>10549312
Hey, Sam, how old are you?

>> No.10549328

>>10549249

>implying Reginald wasn't frozen in cryo-stasis for thirty years and thawed to take on RobosStalin deep under Mt. Vesuvius.

>> No.10549343

You first met him in a darkened tent outside of El Alamein in 1942. An American soldier, come to North Africa to liaise with the British commandos, in the desperate battle for North Africa, against Rommel's forces.

"He's one of our best agents," Captain Price had told you. "So good we don't even know his name. We just call him. . . UNCLE."

You remember the first time you met him, dressed in his olive green uniform, with a Thompson submachine gun slung over his shoulder. "All right, Tommy," he said, grinning at your squad. "You wanted to fight krauts. . . today, we're going to fight the meanest kraut of all."

"His name" UNCLE went on, "Is Doctor JOSEF MANGLER. He's a German scientist working to build a super-soldier from dead corpses and smallpox virus. And his lab is right here, in North Africa. . ."

>> No.10549403

>>10549343
uncle?

>> No.10549416

>>10549343

Nazi Superscience makes every thread better!

>> No.10549418

>>10549343
...Reg is Captain Britain?

>> No.10549422

>>10549403

>> No.10549424

>>10549403
No no no. He's "The Man From Uncle".

>> No.10549438

>>10549416

>> No.10549448

>>10549343

>UNCLE

Would he be The Man from UNCLE, then?

>> No.10549451

>>10549343
They were good lads, all of them. Thomas McGoon, the explosives expert. Natascha Shagalotva, the Russian femme fatale. Mick Steele, the Hammer of Harlem, and all the other lads who parachuted into Hitler's Fortress of Dark Science that day.

There, in the concrete halls of the Nazi War Machine, you and your comrades fought for survival, freedom, apple pie, and king and country against the undead hordes of fascist perverted science.

When it was over, there were only two survivors. You. . . and UNCLE.

You still miss those lads. They were good soldiers. They deserved better.

>> No.10549519

>>10549451
MOAR!

>> No.10549549

>>10549451
>Russian femme fatale
Tell me you got a piece of that.

>> No.10549555

>>10549122
They do that EVERY TIME.

>> No.10549556

>>10549451
It was just another battle in just another long war. Long forgotten.

Until many years later, when, in the jungles of the Congo, you met Her.

She'd tracked you down, somehow, through all these years and all these miles, and found you in the Congo, where you were fighting on behalf of the Congolese against the Bantu in their civil war, with your close friends, Roland and Van Owen. Good, Norwegian soldiers. You miss them.

She was beautiful, and her hair was the color of starlight, and she wore a black nazi uniform that hugged her body closely even as she gunned down your friends with the antique luger she carried in her hip holster. "Hello," she said, as she put the gun to your face. "My name is Ilsa Mangler. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

And you did die. So many little deaths. . .

>> No.10549572

>>10549556
Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Reginald fell in love with a Nazi.

>> No.10549577

>>10549556
Can we get a finger count on Regi? Like... Now?

>> No.10549583

>>10549556
oh dear Lord

>> No.10549606

>>10549572

I think you're a Nazi, baby...

>> No.10549613

>>10549556
It's like I'm staring into a universe made of testosterone, bitches, and guns.

>> No.10549616

>>10549556
>My name is Ilsa Mangler. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Damn, I laughed so hard I think I woke my roommate up.

>> No.10549618

>>10549556
>And you did die. So many little deaths. . .
Don't tell me she used the gun to do it.

>> No.10549636

>>10549556
She claimed, at first, that she wanted to make it last. She wanted you to suffer as her father had suffered.

It soon became clear that she was motivated less by revenge, and more by simple sadism.

And you. . . you had a lot of guilt to work off. Men you kept killing in your dreams. Things you wanted to suffer for.

She made you suffer. She made you feel better.

Soon enough, it became less about torture and more about a game of give and take. Who would break first, who would blink.

When she first came into your torture cell wearing only a corset and garter belt, holding the riding crop in her hands, you both knew.

This was love.

>> No.10549639

>>10549618
Well I'm sure she tried that at some point.

>> No.10549645

>>10549556

>"My name is Ilsa Mangler. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

>And you did die. So many little deaths. . .

This is just fucking spectacular.

>> No.10549654

Only now do I start to realize how utterly we're out of our league against Reg.

>> No.10549655

>>10549556

ROLAND THE HEADLESS THOMPSON GUNNER
NORWAY'S BRAVEST SON

Fuck I love that song!

>> No.10549680

>>10549636
My head is now attached to my neck wrong thanks to that.

>> No.10549693

>When she first came into your torture cell wearing only a corset and garter belt, holding the riding crop in her hands, you both knew.

>This was love.

i fucking lol'd

>> No.10549701

Well now we know where Sam got the sadistic part of her nature from.

>> No.10549719

wat

>> No.10549724

>>10549655

>HEADLESS THOMPSON GUNNER

Son of a BITCH!

God DAMN there's no reference Goshujin misses! This shit is gold, folks. pure GOLD. MOAR!

>> No.10549730

BDSM RUNS IN THE FAMILY

>> No.10549731

Where was I while maid quest got this epic. Ohh yeah... Prague... fuck, I should have been here for this!

>> No.10549744

>>10549636
She was half your age. Neither of you cared. If it was wrong for an ex-British super-commando to love the daughter of his most deadly enemy, a nazi-she wolf dominatrix devoted to creating a perfect master race through perverted genetic science, then you didn't want to be right.

She's been gone for many years. But you still see her face in the face of the young lady walking next to you today.

-----
"Are you all right, father?" Samantha asks.

"Hm? Oh, I'm just thinking about your mother," you tell your daughter. "You know, in some ways, you remind me a lot of her."

"Really? How so?" Samantha asks. She never knew her mother, so she is always so desperate to know more.

"Well. . . she was beautiful," you tell her. "And she had the most lovely smile."

She could also handle a single-tail whip like a pro. But you figure that's something your daughter really doesn't need to know about.

>> No.10549760

Fuck I missed the beginning of today's session! Catching up on archives.

>> No.10549764

Wait....Sam's mom was a Nazi torture sadist? That explains so much.

>> No.10549781

>nazi-she wolf dominatrix
>wolf
wait what

>> No.10549790

>>10549744
PULP. FUCKING. TASTIC.

IF THERE WAS ANY MORE PULP IN THIS, SOLID ORANGES WOULD BE POURING FROM MY LAPTOP.

CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

>> No.10549791

>> No.10549807

>She could also handle a single-tail whip like a pro. But you figure that's something your daughter really doesn't need to know about.

...not touching that one.

>> No.10549810

>>10549781

It's a reference to the B-movie Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS.

>> No.10549813

>>10549781
> Look up "Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS."

-----
REGINALD SIDE QUEST OVER

PICK ONE:

"Koyomi"
"Samantha"
"CARMINE"
"Katherine"

I'll probably do one more then go to bed.

>> No.10549818

>She could also handle a single-tail whip like a pro. But you figure that's something your daughter really doesn't need to know about.
Sam would actually probably find this heartwarming. Her mom shares her hobbies, *tear*

>> No.10549823

>>10549744
Why, are you afraid she may develop similar tastes?

>> No.10549824

>>10549813
"Koyomi"

>> No.10549825

>>10549781
I don't think he means it literally...

DEAR GOD TELL ME HE DOESN'T MEAN IT LITERALLY

>> No.10549827

>>10549813
CARMINE FUUUUUUUU-

>> No.10549834

>>10549813
Koyomi

>> No.10549840

>>10549764
We must break Sam and end this vicious line of Nazi dominatrixes. For freedom and for AMERICA!

>> No.10549856

>>10549813
Might as well keep it linked. Go with Sam

>> No.10549857

>>10549781
the hyphen is just misplaced.

>> No.10549862

>This whole fucking quest

>> No.10549864

>>10549813
Kat, I'm curious what Goshu can get out of him in his current state.

>> No.10549867

>>10549813

Hm...Koyomi with SCIENCE!, or seeing the shenanigans of our favorite Eldar Angry Marine?

>> No.10549881

Samantha or Carmine, if anyone needs some fucking personality development it's them.

>> No.10549882

Did we get the boon to rework Carmine's character? If so, Carmine. If not, Sam.

>> No.10549896

Carmine. She needs a bit of development, and this is a great time to give it to her.

>> No.10549897

>>10549813
kat

>> No.10549903

Koyomi

>> No.10549906

>>10549813
Sam.

Do we get any more sidequests next thread or is it back to being the awesome young master and doing demons?

>> No.10549912

We've been doing it relay style so far, lets keep it up and go with Sam

>> No.10549915

Sam, for freedom!!!

>> No.10549927

voting over. Now tallying.

>> No.10549992

>>10549927

I feel so... wow.

>> No.10550008

> SAMANTHA WINS

"Thank you, da," you say, kissing your father on the cheek. He smiles back at you, and hugs you tightly.

You love him more than anything in the world. After your mother died, he raised you on his own. He taught you how to ride a bike, how to drive a car, and how to deliver a 60mm mortar shell dead on target the first time, every time, and the last time.

That's why you can't tell him the truth about his little girl. He thinks of you as such an innocent. . . it would break his heart.

>> No.10550034

>>10550008

Oh well lets reflect upon The young master and his habits

>> No.10550047

>>10550008
I'd hardly call him little hearted or breakable. How old were you when she died?

>> No.10550048

>>10550008

Poor pa must have enough burdens as it is. He must never know.

>> No.10550056

>>10550008

Pff, call me back when she can handle a 4.2 inch chemical mortar.

You know... the "big guns." HURRRRRRR

>> No.10550081

>>10550034
Ah, the young master. Such an odd fellow.

One moment, he's your knight in shining armor, riding in to rescue you from the clutches of the evil aliens who have captured you and are doing unspeakable things to your behind.

The next, he's rampaging through the house and chasing the maids like a sex-crazed maniac, and snogging the catgirl every morning so that she walks like she has a broken hip sometimes.

He's an unusual fellow, that young master, such a bundle of contradictions.

Kind of like your feelings for him. On the one hand, he is a rather good looking young man, with a nice smile and a rather nice haircut.

On the other. . . he tied you up and let Jehanne see you helpless and defeated.

And that. . . you're not sure how you feel about that.

>> No.10550085

>>10550048
This is funny, I was thinking one tactic we could employ in counter-trolling Samantha was to skirt revealing the truth to Reginald in conversation constantly and calling for him to give tasks to as she is about to troll us.

Master trollface.

>> No.10550111

>>10550081

Troll and be trolled, m'dear. Tis the way the world works.

>> No.10550116

>>10550081
Well that's pretty lukewarm for a (Devoted) maid who wanted to marry us. It seems we will need to put in some time developing real feelings.

>> No.10550131

>>10550081
Clearly we must further educate her in the ways of the sub.

>> No.10550139

>>10550131
Verily.

>> No.10550140

>>10550131

>implying we don't want to be the sub

Some days you're the top...

>> No.10550142

>>10550081

I wonder what it was like the first time she discovered her sadistic urges. Did she trap and torment animals using the skills she learned from Reg?

I sure hope our meido isn't a serial killer.

>> No.10550150

>>10550140
We're the master and the troller, we're ALWAYS on top,

>> No.10550151

>>10550081

Contemplate how to subtly troll him back, preferably in place away from pa (don't want him busting in and seeing our naughty secrets slash/making him wish he were dead).

>> No.10550158

>>10550142
She is obviously a killer, and it has likely been serial as in over a period of years. As for psychotic? That's unclear.

>> No.10550159

>>10550142

Oh god this remember when we became so fucked up( in a good way).

>> No.10550164

>>10550081

We'll have to talk to Jehanne about warding against his magic. Alicia might know better, but she's a no good trollop.

>> No.10550168

Clearing the brush around the firing lanes is a long, arduous process. It's even worse when wearing a long dress with an apron.

"You know, Samantha," your father says, as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. "You could change into something else."

"I will, once you do," you tell your father.

"Touche, my dear," your father grins. Although he is working hard, clearing away the brush with his bare hands, he is still perfectly dressed in a tail coat and tie. You'd be ashamed if you did this work in anything less.

After all. . . you're a maid. Not just any maid, but The Head Maid. And this, to you, is a sacred duty more important than any other in the world.

>> No.10550169

>>10550142

Ooh, forget my subtle trolling suggestion, I wanna see how she got like this as well.

>> No.10550170

>>10550140
Pfft, it's well established that we are the Master and that all others will learn the joys of being our Meidos. Even Samantha.

>> No.10550199

>>10550170

Bet we'll be singing a different tune once we have Root permissions to her main filesystem...

>> No.10550211

$ sudo make love

>> No.10550216

how does she feel about being the master's lady and all that crap? she doesnt seem to love us really so much really at this point

also what the hell does she do all day

>> No.10550218

GOD DAMMIT

I NEED TO BE UP AT 7:30

AND YOU WENT

AND YOU WENT AND MADE A FUCKING FASCINATING CHANGEUP TO THE QUEST

AUUUGUH TROLLED ME

>> No.10550227

>>10550199
Why?

It's not like she can hold access over us, we'll have at least 4 other maids willing to bend over for it.

>> No.10550228

>>10550151
>>10550142
Your childhood was a difficult one. You were the only one in your class without a mother. No matter how hard your father tried, he couldn't change that fact.

Little children can be so cruel that way.

You don't exactly remember how it happened, but you remember that one day, one of the boys went a little too far. Making fun of you was bad enough, but when he tried to pour ink in your hair. . . that was too much to bear.

You know that your silver-white hair makes you unusual, but it's part of what links you to your mom. Your mother also had the same color of hair. So when that boy decided to try and discolor it. . .

You remembered how you got your revenge. You waited until he was coming out of the boy's bathroom, and you were waiting for him with a pair of scissors and a rope. He never saw you come up behind him, cut off his belt, then tie his hands up behind his back with a Japanese binding. You left him laying there crying on the playground with his pants down around his ankles, tied up and helpless.

It felt good.

>> No.10550238

>>10550218

That's not trolling, you feel.

That's love.

>> No.10550246

>>10550228
and that was our first step on the path of the dark side eh?

>> No.10550263

>>10550228

... the funny thing is, my little sister did something very similar to this, in preschool.

She was bullied by some kid, and then she laid for him outside of the bathroom- and then she kicked his little faggot ass across the room before the teacher could intervene.

.... thanks, Goshujin, now I'm all creeped out thinking about the implications of that.

>> No.10550265

>>10550228

Man, that's a pretty epic use rope check.

>> No.10550268

I'm curious how Sam feels about Alicia since the former seems to hate her guts with a passion.

>> No.10550283

>>10550268
Extend that to all the other maids. I'd like to see her impressions as the Head Maid and her personal feelings.

>> No.10550286

>>10550238

... alas, you are correct.

>> No.10550304

>>10550228
One thing boys don't know about being a girl: girls are mean. Incredibly mean. Boys will just hurt you by hitting you or beating you up. Girls are the master of cutting remarks and behind-the-back whispering.

You first discovered that in junior high school, when Fucking Brianna Miller (in your head, you always think of her in that way, with the Fucking in front and in all caps), decided to spread the rumor that you'd given blowjobs to the entire high school football team after a game one day.

You were twelve year old kids. Most of them probably didn't even know what a blowjob was. But the rumor spread, and spread fast.

A lesser girl might have folded, or broken under the bullying. But you were the daughter of a British commando. So you took to heart the lessons he'd taught you.

You endured. You waited.

And then, when Fucking Brianna Miller decided to spread her legs for the chemistry teacher behind the dumpster that foggy friday morning in exchange for a passing grade, you were waiting on the rooftop opposite with a high-powered camera with a telephoto lens and three rolls of film.

You wallpapered the entire lunchroom wall with them. No one ever figured out who'd done it. Your da's lessons in infiltration had served you well in sneaking in late at night, when the school was closed.

When Brianna saw it, she sat down hard on the ground and just stared, in shock. The scandal was delicious. The teacher and the principal both lost their jobs. Brianna's family moved away in shame.

It felt good.

>> No.10550305

>>10550283

Yes, this. And, perhaps, how she judges the Master from the ways he's interacted with those maids- not just in fucking them wantonly, but from how he goes out of his way for them, too.

>> No.10550316

>>10550268
>>10550283
Indeed.

>> No.10550336

>>10550304

AND NOW, GENTLEMEN, YOU KNOW WHY WE LOVE SAMANTHA MORE THEN ANY OF THE OTHER MAIDS

This is why we will marry her. The troll within her sings to our soul.

>> No.10550342

>>10550304
God...damn...

>> No.10550355

>>10550304

This is why we will NEVER BREAK THIS WOMAN'S HEART.

GOT THAT?

>> No.10550359

>>10550304
Wow.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to troll her like that after all.

Then again, it's possible she can only respect and love someone who can both come out on top and still show love for her at the same time. Hmmm.

>> No.10550373

> But you were the daughter of a British commando. So you took to heart the lessons he'd taught you.

daddy had serious issues.

>> No.10550377

>>10550304
You were eighteen when you first met The Old Master. He'd been a friend of your father's back in the war. Rumor had it he'd recently come into a huge inheritance twenty years ago, and that was the source of his wealth. And now he'd finally tracked down his old friend, and was ready to pay him back.

"Back in North Africa," the old Master told your father, "You saved my life. Now, I'm here to offer you a new one. I need a butler, someone to watch my back. I can't think of anyone better."

"Then I accept," your father had said. "Provided that you also give a job to my daughter."

"Of course," The Old Master had said. "I could always use another maid." He'd smiled at you, then. Strangely enough, despite his womanizing reputation, it had made you feel comfortable.

You knew that, alone among the maids in the manor, you alone would never have to serve him at night. You were the daughter of his friend. You were off limits. You thought that would make your life easier.

It didn't. Not really. It just made the other maids, the ones that the Old Master fucked on a regular basis, jealous of you.

>> No.10550379

Oh boy.

We can NEVER LET HER KNOW THAT IT WAS US.

NEVER.

>> No.10550380

>>10550359
You know, that's something Sam can talk to her dad about, how to deal with someone who at once try to make you happy and leave you broken and defeated

>> No.10550384

>>10550359
of course it was a good idea, it's not like we're shaming her in front of everybody, the only thing we've done was between her and a known shared submissive lover

>> No.10550400

>>10550384
Revealing it at all might have been an iffy thing though. We'll see.

>> No.10550406

>>10550384
> the only thing we've done was between her and a known shared submissive lover

You've got a dangerous gap in your memory

>> No.10550407

Motherfucking F5 at the speed of fucking light!

>> No.10550410

>>10550384
No. That's the only thing she knows about.

>> No.10550413

>>10550400
nah we had to show Jehanne who the real master was and Sam too

>> No.10550415

>>10550304

Yes. Yes, how delicious. Her beauty, sublime, her will, iron, her talent, exquisite.

Bride of Troll.

>> No.10550422

>>10550406
Gouged out with a spoon, for safety reasons

>> No.10550424

>>10550379
>We can NEVER LET HER KNOW THAT IT WAS US.
What the fuck are you talking about?

>> No.10550426

>>10550384

And offered her up to be raped and probed by aliens.

>> No.10550431

>>10550424
Seriously, nothing happened.

Nothing. Happened.

>> No.10550436

>>10550426

The morning glories!! T.T *shakes fist and cries manly tears*

>> No.10550441

>>10550407

>> No.10550444

>>10550424
Probably about getting her assprobed by aliens.

>> No.10550450

>>10550444

SILENCE FOOL

SILENCE

>> No.10550455

>>10550377
The bullying started off small. Stolen shoes, a personal item misplaced here and there. You endured. You waited. One day, you knew, they would cross the line.

And indeed, they did.

The former head maid, a fucking bitch named Natalie, decided to start dating your father. And that was okay. Your father deserved a new love, a new start. He deserved a good girlfriend.

Natalie wasn't one.

You overheard her talking about how when she married him, the first thing she'd do is kick out that man's "slut daughter." You overheard her chatting brazenly about how your father was so old that he was sure to die soon and leave everything he owned to her. She didn't know your father like you did. You know he'll probably outlive you.

So you waited. And you listened. And you plotted.

And when Natalie went too far, when she started sleeping around and cheating on your father, you ambushed her behind the dumpster when she went to take out the trash, put a burlap sack over her head, and sold her to Thai white slavers. She was never seen or heard from again.

And it felt good.

>> No.10550459

>>10550406
No, you've got a dangerous memory where there should be a gap.

>> No.10550465

>>10550455

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Samantha is FUCKING AWESOME.

>> No.10550467

>>10550444
>>10550426
Oh...write it off as us being not too good of a person at the time?

>> No.10550470

>>10550426
I'm pretty sure the deal was only about probing not raping.
And who would have thought the little bastards will be so fast with getting started. All in all it wasn't according to keikaku.

>> No.10550471

>>10550455
FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU--

>> No.10550473

>>10550455
hahaha oh wow

>> No.10550474

>>10550455


If she ever finds out we're running away to hell. she can't follow us there

>> No.10550476

>>10550455
!

>> No.10550477

>>10550455
i am completely horrified of this woman.

>> No.10550481

>>10550455
...
Well, who else wants to get the fuck out of here? Because I do. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.

>> No.10550482

>>10550455
I'm down for assuming new identities and running away with Alica now.

>> No.10550483

>>10550426
>>10550431
>>10550436

Here's the deal, gents. We've always, ALWAYS, been brazen about taking risks- but only with our own lives. That was the plan, right? Let them grab Samantha, call in Reginald for support, and then charge in ourselves- braving RAY GUN FIRE- and rescue Samantha, none the worse for wear.

We had no idea the aliens would move that fast. It was only ever supposed to be Master in the line of fire, not her. No, not her...

... our shame is deep. Our failure, inexcusable.

>> No.10550484

>>10550474
Man, this bitch would kill herself just to come after us. You know it to be true.

>> No.10550488

>>10550455
And NOW we are in love.

>> No.10550502

"Sam," your father says, breaking you out of your reverie. "Mind handing me those clippers?"

"Sure, da," you say. As you hand him the tools, you wipe the sweat off your brow and turn back to look at the beautiful estate below.

This is your home. This mansion, this manor, is the place you love. And the young man who lives here is the master of this mansion. He might never know it, but you will always protect him. You will always serve him. And if anything, or anyone, tries to fuck with you or yours, you will fucking destroy them.

Because you're Samantha. You're the Head Maid.

And damn. It feels good.

>> No.10550503

>>10550467

"I'm sorry I had aliens buttfuck you. It's okay though, because I was an asshole."

Don't think that'd go over too well.

>> No.10550507

>>10550483
This is exactly what happened.

Exactly.

And we had no way to know otherwise and it is eating us up from the inside.

>> No.10550517

>>10550455

IT'S AMORE!

How does Sam feel about Alicia?

>> No.10550524

>>10550474
I don't think even hell could keep us safe if we managed to piss her off big time.
After all hell hath no fury...

>> No.10550531

>>10550502

God dammit, I'm starting to wish she was the main character from the beginning.

>> No.10550532

Honestly, it seems that Sam is more dutiful towards us than loving now. Hell, the pro/con was "he's cute, but he's also repugnant personality and action wise." I mean, we "saved" her from aliens, but let's face it; with the amount of magic in this universe and tech, there is no way that isn't going to come around to bite us in the rear.

>> No.10550535

>>10550484

she would go to triple hell also known as heaven, we would be safe until the end of times, or she might just kill god to get to us.

>> No.10550540

>>10550283
Now do this before calling it a night, plox?

>> No.10550545

>>10550524
hell is a fucking revolving door in this cannon...
you can get to it with a helicopter

>> No.10550546

>>10550524
there is always our reality warping magic to fall back on

>> No.10550547

>>10550455
>you ambushed her behind the dumpster when she went to take out the trash, put a burlap sack over her head, and sold her to Thai white slavers. She was never seen or heard from again.
I repeat: >>10550342

>> No.10550552

>>10550455

>Thai white slavers

I... I love Samantha. My heart threatens to burst from my chest. You find a woman like this once in an age. Any bitch can start a catfight. Any scum can murder. But so few have not only the will to defend those they love... but the class to do it with style, as well.

Oh Samantha. If only you were real.

>> No.10550575

>>10550532
Well, she also did list "He was my white knight and saved me from aliens." but yeah, perhaps we need to spend some time with her....

>> No.10550584

Okay, now we got and other reason besides Reg to power up big time.

>> No.10550591

>>10550503
Oh god no. We never just come out with it. We might as well find a basket & go back to hell ourselves before doing that.

>> No.10550597

>You will always serve him. And if anything, or anyone, tries to fuck with you or yours, you will fucking destroy them.

... which has been the protagonists mindset towards his Maids throughout the whole quest, interestingly enough.

>>10550507

As a matter of fact, it HAS been annoying me ever since it happened. I felt so bad. It was totally not according to plan. :<

>> No.10550602

Thank god we at least have enough power to dissolve the organs of every demon in hell if we are willing to permanantly die. Not even Sam and Reginald can boast that kind of power.

Still, dying to save ourselves from dying isn't too bright.

>> No.10550604

>>10550283
I'm going to do this rather quickly, because it is late. . .

Basically, Samantha's feelings towards the rest of the household staff are simple: she loves them and she's gonna protect the hell out of all of them. That's why she's up early every morning to cook breakfast for them. That's why she's incredibly strict in who she hires to come work here.

If she had a favorite, it would be Jehanne. Alicia. . . she's not so sure of. She worries that Alicia will eventually turn around and betray everyone, and if Alicia does, Samantha will FUCKING END HER. Somehow. Probably with help from Jehanne.

On the other hand. . . no one drags Alicia into hell if Samantha can help it. Hence the mortar barrages.

And yes, that felt good too. :)

>> No.10550627

>>10550604

>Hence the mortar barrages.

>And yes, that felt good too. :)

This is me realizing I will never have a girlfriend who understands what "plunging fire" is.

>> No.10550642

>>10550545
>you can get to it with a helicopter
All we know is that REGINALD can get to it by helicopter.

By now we're pretty sure Reginald can just do basically whatever the hell he feels like.

>>10550597
>It was totally not according to plan
I actually kind of miss us fucking everything up spectacularly in our effort to DO EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE AT ALL TIMES...

...actually, now that I think about it, we actually did it pretty recently what with letting the mansion fall under siege by all of hell for a week because FUCK THAT, WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO GET TO MAKE HEROIC SACRIFICES. ALSO DISNEYLAND.

Never mind, carry on.

>> No.10550645

I don't want to think about what would happen if Alicia ever decided to act on her hate towards Sam and started harassing her.

>> No.10550646

Once, a pedophile tried shadowing Sam in her tender years.

He ended up hacked apart into 12 black trash-bags beneath the Thames.

I just know it.

>> No.10550649

Alright, so we know a few things now:

1. We are not replacing her as the head maid.
2. Marrying her is out of the question without more than duty holding her, better to marry Alicia or Jehanne because they actually love us.
3. We need to spend some time with Sam.

>> No.10550653

>>10550604

Erk. I wonder how she'll feel about us hiring Remy on our own?

>> No.10550654

>>10550627
"For what we are about to recieve, may we truely be thankfull. Platoon down."

>> No.10550658

Okay, so far you've done Felicia, Reginald, and Samantha. I'm not gonna count Jehanne because there wasn't too much insight there.

So what you have left to do side quests of are:

Jehanne
Koyomi
Carmine
Katherine

I guess we'll cover that next time we have a thread. Or something.

>> No.10550662

>>10550645
Oh god, full powered Demon of Lust vs. Sam and Reginald: FIGHT!

>> No.10550671

>>10550646

They found Pedobear on the ground in front of the ER, gasping feebly around the knife embedded in his chest...

>> No.10550679

>>10550597
>It was totally not according to plan
Yea, that neatly sums up half the stuff that we've done.

>> No.10550687

>>10550658

Koyomi! Wheeee~

>> No.10550688

>>10550679
Make that nearly everything.

>> No.10550690

>>10550658
You're awesome Goshujin. This and Lord Quest are easily my two favorite quests ever. Keep on being one of the best things about /tg/.

>> No.10550712

ANYWAY consider tonight my apology for a rather shitty thread last night. . .

OH YES!
I almost forgot the bonus content.

>> No.10550713

>>10550688
It's not that bad, but the squid and the aliens were spectacular fuckups.

>> No.10550727

>>10550712
Yesterday was amazing. I will consider today nothing less than you continuing to be amazing.

>> No.10550730

>IRC

>> No.10550733

>>10550712
>bonus content

Incoming repair-bot POV

>> No.10550737

>>10550690
Goddammit! Don't remind me of lord quest.

I have to stay up till noon before i get to sleep with that shit.

Bloody Australia, why couldn't you be on the same side of the world as me?

>> No.10550741

>>10550713
Also the Hell thing where we got one of our maids captured and raped.

>> No.10550752

>>10550712
>I almost forgot the bonus content.
Oh god...

>> No.10550755

>>10550741
we were trying to save her, and she came back for us...
that one was not our fault

>> No.10550758

>>10550712

All right, perverts, here goes: I felt bad about writing up a really shitty love scene for alicia last night, so I decided to take some time today to redo it.

So, meanwhile, while all this is going on. . .

-----
Alicia slips into the shower ahead of you.

She does not close the door.

You follow her in, and watch her as she goes to the middle of the bathroom floor and takes off her dress in one careless move, tossing it aside. There is something shameless in the brazen way she removes her underwear as well, but something also. . . comfortable. It's less a striptease and simply her getting undressed. The fact that you're there seems to bother her not at all.

Her naked body is small, and smooth, the body of a girl on the cusp of womanhood. There is a timidity to her that you haven't seen before, a bit of apprehension, perhaps, at being on the verge of this decision.

You come up behind her and put your hands on her bare shoulders. She flinches at your touch, then relaxes, closing her eyes and letting herself sag against you.

"You don't need to do this, you know," you say to her. "Last night you were against this entirely."

"I know," she says. "But. . . things change."

"Still, I don't want you to think that I need you to do this."

"You can either stay or leave, your call," Alicia cuts you off curtly. "Honestly, I couldn't care either way." She pulls away from you and steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. You hear the water start to run.

You take off your clothes and follow her in.

>> No.10550769

>>10550741
Naah, that went more or less according to plan for us.

Alicia is the one that fucked that up.

>> No.10550774

>>10550730
In response I have only this to say.

Yipe.

>> No.10550776

She has her eyes closed and her eyes turned upwards towards the falling water, letting it wash over her, as you step into the shower behind her. Despite the heat of the shower, she is shivering. . . no. She is trembling. Is she afraid? Nervous? Frustrated. You're not sure, but you reach out for her and pull her close into you again. Her soaking wet black hair clings to her narrow hips and her small shoulders, as she pulls your arms around her body tightly, like a warm overcoat on a cold winter's day. "Pervert," she whispers, biting her lower lip. "Look at you, coming in on a girl in a shower. I should turn you in to the police."

"Feel free," you say, as you lean down and kiss the top of her head. "I'd go to jail for this."

"You'd never survive it," she says. "You'd be someone's bitch within moments. They'd buttfuck you every night, because you're so pretty." She takes your hand in hers and kisses the back of your hand, letting her small lips trace over your knuckles. "I should let them. I should screw you over for this. Damn you for making me remember everything I tried to forget. . ."

You're a bit sick of her complaining. Your hands reach down, and your fingertips pinch her nipples tightly. She gasps at that, bites her lower lip, and flinches. "Stop that!" she complains. "That's not nice at all!"

"If you don't like it," you say, as you tweak her nipples, not too roughly, "Then stop me."

She doesn't pull away.

>> No.10550782

>>10550755

What he said. That was some epic Derp on Alica's part.

>> No.10550783

>>10550730
Wut?

>> No.10550791

>>10550741
So Aliens, Squid, and Hell were all gigantic fuckups...

The only thing we seem to have done decently with was taking down Asmoday and maybe Black Mesa.

>> No.10550797

Wordlessly, you reach for the massaging shower head and take it down off its hook. As you continue to kiss and fondle her, you pull the shower head in close and press it between her legs, to the entrance of her pussy, dusted with just a single light tuft of black hair. Alicia whimpers at the feel of the warm water against her sensitive folds. Her knees buckle, and she sags against you, her rear pressing up against your already hard cock. "Oh. . . oh hell. . . you're such a bastard!" she whimpers. "Stop that, that's not fair!"

"I thought you liked this," you grin, as you turn the setting on the shower to a rapid pulse. "You certainly seemed to enjoy this enough last night."

"Goddamn you!" she gasps. "I . . . I told you not to look. . ."

"I didn't," you insist, pressing it up tightly against her snatch, so that she whimpers and arches her back, hard, against you. "But you never said anything about listening."

Her only response is a quiet, wordless moan of pleasure. You give her breast one last tweak, then reach down and start to trace circles around her clit, the water pouring over your fingertips, flowing over her wet folds.

>> No.10550800

>>10550741
It was still better to actually struggle and fail, than to just go with her plan and leave her there.

>> No.10550809

"Wh. . . what's the matter?" Alicia gasps. "Can't please a woman on your own, so you've gotta use a damn toy, huh?"

"If it's a toy you want, I'm sure I can think of something else. . . but if you insist on it. . ."

You let go of the shower head, and it falls to the bathtub, pulsing water over your feet, as you drop down to your knees in front of her and push her back against the wall. She leans back, her hands pressed against the tile, as you part her legs and put up one of her feet on the bathtub rim. "You know," you say, "It occurs to me that you've been raped a lot, but never had love made to you. So I figure no one's ever done this."

You lean down and run your tongue up the length of her slit. Alicia moans and covers her face in her hands. "Stop that!" she cries out, as you begin to kiss and lick at her pink folds. "Stop that!"

"Do you really mean that? Or are you just playing?" you smirk, giving her one last little lick for emphasis.

Alicia turns her face aside, biting her lower lip.

"If you really do want me to stop," you say, "then step out of this shower. Otherwise, stop lying. It's okay to have something you really want, you know."

Alicia doesn't step out of the shower. She closes her eyes and trembles as she leans up against the bathroom wall.

"Ask for this," you say.

"What?"

"Ask for this. Tell me what you want from me, or I'll stop."

"You're such a cruel bastard," Alicia sighs. "No one talks to a Queen of Hell that way."

"You're not a Queen of Hell," you point out. "You're a beautiful young girl, and I love you."

Alicia closes her eyes. She covers her face with her hands again and just trembles.

>> No.10550815

>>10550800
True enough. Sometimes you gotta die to be a real man.

It just happens that we've had to do it a lot so far.

>> No.10550825

You reach out to turn off the shower head. Her small hand bats yours aside.

"D. . . don't stop," she says to you. "Keep going."

"Keep going. . ."

"Keep going. . . please?"

"Tell me what you want me to do, or I'll stop."

"You asshole!" Alicia snaps. "Fine! I want you to eat me out! Stick your tongue in my pussy and lick me down there and stick your fingers inside me and then fuck me hard!"

"See? Was that so hard?"

Alicia grabs the shower head and sprays you in the face. You splutter a bit, then grab her around the waist and pick her up. "Oh no you don't!" you shout. "Now you're gonna get it!" You lift her up easily and carry her to the bathroom counter, where you sit her down on the cool marble surface. She spreads her legs for you easily, and you kneel in front of your lovely demoness, lower your face between her legs, and start off by putting your tongue deep inside her and running it down the upper surface of her warm pussy.

>> No.10550835

She's sensitive down there, and her trembling soon turns into slow writhes of pleasure as your skillful movements send little shivers of pleasure running through her body. Her legs are wrapped around you, and she is pulling your head down into her lap, caressing you and running her hands through your hair. When she comes, it hits her hard, her body tensing up as she pulls you in close, shuddering as the waves of pleasure wash over her like breakers at the beach. You try to draw it out as long as you can, but she is soon drifting down, all the tension leaving her body as she slumps against the glass. "Mmmmmm. . ." she says, almost kittenish in her satisfaction. "You're good at that. . ."

"I'm not done yet," you say to her. "We still haven't really finished."

"Neither have I," Alicia sighs. "I've got over a hundred years of experience, you know. . . Let me show you what I've learned."

"I'm not bad myself," you say, grinning.

"We'll see about that," Alicia smiles, stepping up to the challenge.

You lift her small body in your arms and carry her to the huge, fluffy bed, then lay her gently down on the sheets and lower yourself on top of her, kissing her lips oh-so-gently, like a feather-light touch of silk over her rose-lip mouth.

>> No.10550854

Making love to her is an experience: she has the small body of a girl, but the skill of a mature woman. As you slip inside her for the first time, you push through her tight virgin walls with little resistance. If she feels pain, she doesn't show it, aside from a slight flinch as you break through.

"Are you hurt?" you ask her.

"No," she says, smiling up at you, the love-light shining in her dark eyes. "Of the three times I've been deflowered. . . this is the best one."

"And I'm just getting started," you smile, and kiss her again, then you pull yourself in close and rock against her small body in slow, smooth motions. Her hands run up and down your back, as her legs wrap around your waist. She kisses you back over and over again, each kiss a silent, "I love you," as she moves her body in synch with yours in a perfect duet of love.

When the final release does come, shooting your cum into her is more of a gentle rush than a passionate, mad pounding. Coming up from your orgasm, the first thing you see are her eyes looking into yours. There is moisture leaking from them and running down her cheeks.

"Are you crying?" you ask, a bit incredulously.

"No," Alicia sniffs, as she covers her face. "It's just shower water."

"As you insist," you say, and kiss the shower water away. For a moment, you think of pointing out that shower water isn't usually salty. You decide against it.

She deserves one fine moment of bliss, without teasing. That's the least you can do for her.

END

>> No.10550873

>>10550783
Yeah, we just got our shit trololololo'd

>> No.10550878

And that's all. Good night.

>> No.10550891

>>10550854
hey, this time there was a wet spot to sleep in

>> No.10550919

>>10550758
>>10550776
>>10550797
>>10550809
>>10550825
>>10550835
>>10550854

And that's how it's done.

>> No.10550936

>>10550873
Explain please.

>> No.10550958

Good night Goshu, thanks for the awesome thread.

>> No.10550969

>>10550936

I'm not sure I should... might spoil the surprise for others.

>> No.10550992

>>10550873
Well, I set up an IRC channel for everyone to use durring this quest. The first person to join after myself was a guy named "anonymoose". He didn't say much after some initial praise for ManQuest. Right as our GM here announces the end of the quest for the night (but right before remembering the bonus content) he signs off IRC but first changes his name to "Goshujin-Sama"

The GM is spy.
Bricks were shat.

>> No.10550998

>>10550969
GODDAMMIT MAN, DO IT! I'm already gonna waste my time tomorrow trying to get in contact with some at sup/tg/ to see about getting the 2 archives the troll ruined fixed.

>> No.10551002

>>10550992
did he seem to change stuff based on the discussion there?

>> No.10551010

>>10550992
O RLY what is the channel.

>> No.10551012

>>10550969
>>10550992
spoiled.

>> No.10551016

>>10550998
thank you for that, i'd do it myself but i currently lack a computer that would be capable of such.

>> No.10551029

>>10551002
Nope. Seems like it's more long-run stuff. Which basically means we are in deep, deep, DEEP shit.

>> No.10551030

>>10550992
hahaha, wow

>> No.10551035

>>10551010
#meido on Rizon
>>10551002
hard to say sometimes, but I could tell which of us was posting what during the thread.

>> No.10551150

>>10551029
The stuff that has been talked about in the threads before or was this new longterm stuff? Since I didn't IRC.

>> No.10551196

>>10551150
Some of both. Also, a bit of talk about how Star Trek: Voyager could have been improved with a liberal application of space bears and luchadores.

>> No.10551226

>>10551196
You say that as if Voyager could have become anything but better no matter what was added.

>> No.10551266

>>10551226
There was specific episodic planning.

>> No.10551344

>"Through the Gates of the Silver Key" is a short story co-written by H. P. Lovecraft

we better not use the sliver key we have

>> No.10551461

>>10551344
too late, we already have

>> No.10551481

>>10551461
but not for it's actual purpose.

>> No.10551492

>>10551481
Shhh. I want people to panic when they read this.

>nofunallowed.jpg

>> No.10551526

Someone should archive the previous thread.

>> No.10551545

>>10551526
it is archived, the past couple of times this has been run a troll or two has missarchived one of the threads

it's the moar avatarfaggotry one

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