Queen Anai's Treasure

[Daylan]

Spoiler: Intimidation Roll

D100: 77-10 (Antisocial)=67 (Pass)

"I-I... What?" The heiress pauses, as though stunned, and Dylan gets the feeling that no one has ever talked to her in this way. "How...What do you...You can't talk to me like that..." She stutters.

Dylan smirks. "I can and I will," he softly snarls back, leaning in just a little bit closer so he is only an inch away from contact with her, "And I get the feeling you might like being treated that way."

He begins to raise a hand towards her shoulder. If she draws back, he will stop it then and there, but if not....

"What do you say, Princess?" he asks, "This is the kind of power Anai can offer. Let me show you the best way to understand it is to spend some time in its thrall.... in MY thrall."

 

[asddas193]

"O-Oh, yeah, yeah, in there..." She points to a cupboard, stifling a moan, as the aphrodesiac increases her sensitivity to his touch.

"Thank you, would you like to help me squeeze them?" Mori asked, smiling as he retrieves the juicer.

 

[Regin34]

"Wha...Wha?" Sonya open her eyes and leans forward. "Oh, right." She rubs her eyes, before checking that her gun is loaded. "Ready when you are, Nat."

Natasha check her own weapon, making sure that nightmare was only nightmare and she didn't waste bullets. They both pack their things and after while we're both ready. They leave the room and head out the village, to find good watching spot on research camp. They both hide their faces under hoods, what was normal in cold night and should help them hidde better in the darkness.
"Alright, let's see how many guards are in the camp." Natasha said to Sonya, as they number guards and look for best way to sneak inside.

 

[majus]

Spoiler: History Roll

D100: 78 (Pass)

Gregoire... Gregoire... What the hell? No matter how hard she looks, even with the light, Beatrice can't find the right tomb. Then, he remembers something from her notes - Gregoire wasn't the crusader's first name. He'd been born a Welshman, and only changed his name when he became a noble in England. Moving around, she knows to search for a Welsh name, and before long, she finds it: Grigor Mulley. Here goes nothing, Beatrice thinks, knowing that if her hypothesis is wrong, she'll be at the mercy of her corrupted students.

Examining the tomb of Grigor Mulley, Beatrice finds that the cross etched onto the stone is elevated lightly, almost like it's a button. Pressing down, she hears the clanging and clonking of ancient gears beneath her, and suddenly, the tomb begins to move, rising up from the stone ground and sliding sideways, revealing a stone stairway leading down.

Click, click, click-

Beatrice's heels clicked loudly, as she searches for the grave. But the more she sought, the more aware she was becoming that the man was not here. Her heart was beating fast, as she was aware of the passing time. The comments and laugh she heard from her students, only made her moan and shiver with hopelessness.

Then she stopped and closed her eyes, to think - she knew that running around will give her nothing. Finally she gasped as she remembered something that might explain the mystery.

She found and examined the tomb. She quickly noticed the elevated cross. She stepped on the tomb and leaned forward, putting her tits on the cold plate, and pushed the cross with her chin.

Beatrice smiled at her success, as she saw the tomb move... As well excitement. Layla, for all of her teasing and threats, was right. Right now, Beatrice was living her fantasy. She shook her head, she had no time to waste. She doubted that hidden passage would satisfy her students' demand...

A moan escaped her throat, as her imagination started giving her images of what villains would do if they captured an adventurer archeologist. She never saw this scene in movies, only threats of it. She shook her head and concentrated on task at hand.

With careful steps, checking for traps, Beatrice stepped into the secret chamber. The lightstick, swinging from the chain that was attached to the clamps on her nipples was lighting up the way.

She shivered, and would hug herself if her hands weren't cuffed. It was even colder inside. At least she had garter and stockings on, keeping her legs warm.

Her heels clicked even louder, as she moved down, the green lightstick giving an eerie illumination to the corridor...

 

[Omega98]

Heading through, she finds herself in a circular chamber, dominated in the center by a large sphere. From the outside, light pours into the room at strategic areas.

Before she can try to figure out the sphere, though, she begins to notice other things as her eyes acclimatise. Holes in the walls. And on the floor, shell casings - modern shell casings. Someone fired a gun in here, not all that long ago.

Upon seeing the shell casings littering the floor all emotions, other than fear, immediately dissipated. Kelly considered leaving the chamber and returning to Ben and Bast, or even calling for the security guard who'd just deposited a rather large load of cum down her throat; but she thumbed her wedding ring again and pressed forward to investigate the sphere in the center of the room. She did however pull out her phone to send a text to Ben and tell him she'd found something.

 

[Tjf]

Satisfied at what looked like enough preparation, or rather her childish excitement getting the better of her, she got ready to leave. Her first step, would be to park her car in the forest out back, survey the house at distance and see if there's less staff and security than before. She could reason that a thinned out and overworked group probably meant it worked, but even if not, she'd still have to go through with the heist. Then she'd have to walk the distance, staying in the tree line to keep out of sight of the perimeter, then finally get it under way by scaling the opening she made for herself to the upper level. This is where the work began.

Observing the mansion from a distance, after dark, Katherine sees that the perimeter is manned only by guards and valets. A long line of cars and well dressed people arrive at the gates, having their invitations checked.

Spoiler: Dexterity Roll

D100: 32+20 (Dex Skill)=52 (Minor Success)

Katherine scales the fence without difficulty, and begins to make her way up to the upper floors. Luckily, the guards are more focused on gate crashers than cat burglars, and she manage to get to the windows she prepared earlier. Unfortunately, there's been a complication. Looking to the window to her left, she see that it's been closed, and a sticker announces that it's alarmed. To her right, the window isn't alarmed, but a quick glance reveals that the room is...occupied.

 

[Tjf]

Dylan smirks. "I can and I will," he softly snarls back, leaning in just a little bit closer so he is only an inch away from contact with her, "And I get the feeling you might like being treated that way."

He begins to raise a hand towards her shoulder. If she draws back, he will stop it then and there, but if not....

"What do you say, Princess?" he asks, "This is the kind of power Anai can offer. Let me show you the best way to understand it is to spend some time in its thrall.... in MY thrall."

The heiress stands, as though she's been paralysed. "I-I-I..." Her expression is panicked, as though she doesn't know what to do, or what to think. Looking at her neck, the young man sees the sapphire of the necklace glowing faintly.

 

[Tjf]

"Thank you, would you like to help me squeeze them?" Mori asked, smiling as he retrieves the juicer.

"Oh, right, of course." She nods, not facing him.

 

[Tjf]

Natasha check her own weapon, making sure that nightmare was only nightmare and she didn't waste bullets. They both pack their things and after while we're both ready. They leave the room and head out the village, to find good watching spot on research camp. They both hide their faces under hoods, what was normal in cold night and should help them hidde better in the darkness.
"Alright, let's see how many guards are in the camp." Natasha said to Sonya, as they number guards and look for best way to sneak inside.

Heading lightly out of the village, the two women spot a small ridge that they can use to look down at the camp.

Spoiler: Awareness Roll

D100: 8 (Crit Fail)

Giving a good look through the darkness, Natasha spots 5 guards, one armed with a rifle, the rest only with handguns, along with an unknown number of researchers, since many are in the tents. She looks around to see if there are any other defenses, but luckily there's nothing.

 

[asddas193]

"Oh, right, of course." She nods, not facing him.

Waiting for Helga to use the juices, Mori moves behind her as he "helps" her make their drinks. "No, no, like this, see, it's much faster this way." He said, his cock once again pressing against her ass. "See? Much faster, don't you think so, Ojou-chan?" Suzuki said with a smile, "Alright, how about we bring this to Laura-sama?" He lets Helga take the pitcher of juice, while he goes ahead and pours some sleeping powder on their glass, he then drops some ice cubes to make the powder less visible.

 

[Regin34]

Heading lightly out of the village, the two women spot a small ridge that they can use to look down at the camp.

Spoiler: Awareness Roll

D100: 8 (Crit Fail)

Giving a good look through the darkness, Natasha spots 5 guards, one armed with a rifle, the rest only with handguns, along with an unknown number of researchers, since many are in the tents. She looks around to see if there are any other defenses, but luckily there's nothing.

Natasha thinking about best way to get inside and come to conclusion it would be best if she will go alone.
"I will go on my own. One person have better chance to sneak, than two. Give me one hour, if I don't contact you by radio it mean I were captured." She said to Sonya and then begin to sneak inside camp, following from cover to cover, to get inside and find their contact.

 

[Tjf]

Click, click, click-

Beatrice's heels clicked loudly, as she searches for the grave. But the more she sought, the more aware she was becoming that the man was not here. Her heart was beating fast, as she was aware of the passing time. The comments and laugh she heard from her students, only made her moan and shiver with hopelessness.

Then she stopped and closed her eyes, to think - she knew that running around will give her nothing. Finally she gasped as she remembered something that might explain the mystery.

She found and examined the tomb. She quickly noticed the elevated cross. She stepped on the tomb and leaned forward, putting her tits on the cold plate, and pushed the cross with her chin.

Beatrice smiled at her success, as she saw the tomb move... As well excitement. Layla, for all of her teasing and threats, was right. Right now, Beatrice was living her fantasy. She shook her head, she had no time to waste. She doubted that hidden passage would satisfy her students' demand...

A moan escaped her throat, as her imagination started giving her images of what villains would do if they captured an adventurer archeologist. She never saw this scene in movies, only threats of it. She shook her head and concentrated on task at hand.

With careful steps, checking for traps, Beatrice stepped into the secret chamber. The lightstick, swinging from the chain that was attached to the clamps on her nipples was lighting up the way.

She shivered, and would hug herself if her hands weren't cuffed. It was even colder inside. At least she had garter and stockings on, keeping her legs warm.

Her heels clicked even louder, as she moved down, the green lightstick giving an eerie illumination to the corridor...

The green light of the glowstick casts a sickly glow on a long chamber, the walls marked by crosses, and a suit of old armor. At the end of the hall is a small box, sitting upon a plinth, with crosses facing it as if to ward off evil.

Spoiler: Trap Roll

D100: 12+10 (Trap Skill)=22 (Fail)

Not detecting any traps, she opens the box, to find two items, an ankh, and a rolled up map, the paper worn and delicate from age. As she goes to collect and examine her prizes, however, she hears a rattling. Turning, she spots something moving in the dark, and moving forward to illuminate with the green light, she sees the armor beginning to move towards her, occupied by something...inhuman.

 

[Tjf]

Upon seeing the shell casings littering the floor all emotions, other than fear, immediately dissipated. Kelly considered leaving the chamber and returning to Ben and Bast, or even calling for the security guard who'd just deposited a rather large load of cum down her throat; but she thumbed her wedding ring again and pressed forward to investigate the sphere in the center of the room. She did however pull out her phone to send a text to Ben and tell him she'd found something.

Luckily, whoever fired the spent casings on the ground doesn't seem to be here any longer. Ben rushes in, arms up in case of a threat, before relaxing as he sees Kelly alone. "Hey, Ms...I mean Mrs Hanson." He smiles, again forgetting to use her proper title.

Looking at the sphere, it's fairly obvious to Kelly what needs to be done. She needs to align the sphere with the light from the roof, to point at a specific location. "Want some help?" Ben approaches the sphere, offering to move it with his greater strength.

 

[Tjf]

Waiting for Helga to use the juices, Mori moves behind her as he "helps" her make their drinks. "No, no, like this, see, it's much faster this way." He said, his cock once again pressing against her ass. "See? Much faster, don't you think so, Ojou-chan?" Suzuki said with a smile, "Alright, how about we bring this to Laura-sama?" He lets Helga take the pitcher of juice, while he goes ahead and pours some sleeping powder on their glass, he then drops some ice cubes to make the powder less visible.

Mori hears another 'eep!' from the girl as she feels his cock, her sensitivity even higher than before. "Y-Yeah, much faster." In her embarrassed state, she tries to get away as soon as possible, and doesn't even notice Mori slipping in the powder.

In the dining room, Laura looks up at Mori as she's handed the juice, and the criminal knows that the girl's suspicion hasn't helped her resist the drug's effects - her nipples poke hard through her cheerleader top, and her cheeks are red, as she squirms slightly. She looks at Helga, and Mori guesses what's going on in her head. I don't want to take a drink from this creep, but Helga helped make it, so it must be safe, right? Maybe she's right and I'm just imagining things. "Thanks." She takes a drink.

 

[Tjf]

Natasha thinking about best way to get inside and come to conclusion it would be best if she will go alone.
"I will go on my own. One person have better chance to sneak, than two. Give me one hour, if I don't contact you by radio it mean I were captured." She said to Sonya and then begin to sneak inside camp, following from cover to cover, to get inside and find their contact.

Natasha makes quick progress through the dark, moving from cover to cover. If the guards didn't already know she was there, she'd have even made it undetected. Unfortunately, she failed to see several motion detectors planted in the sand around the camp, giving away her position. As she prepares to enter one of the tents, she feels the barrel of a rifle pressing into her back. "Hands up!"

 

[asddas193]

Mori hears another 'eep!' from the girl as she feels his cock, her sensitivity even higher than before. "Y-Yeah, much faster." In her embarrassed state, she tries to get away as soon as possible, and doesn't even notice Mori slipping in the powder.

In the dining room, Laura looks up at Mori as she's handed the juice, and the criminal knows that the girl's suspicion hasn't helped her resist the drug's effects - her nipples poke hard through her cheerleader top, and her cheeks are red, as she squirms slightly. She looks at Helga, and Mori guesses what's going on in her head. I don't want to take a drink from this creep, but Helga helped make it, so it must be safe, right? Maybe she's right and I'm just imagining things. "Thanks." She takes a drink.

Mori makes sure to only spike two glasses, which he hands to the girls personally, while Helga fills it up with the freshly squeezed juice. "Please, drink up, Ojou-chan helped tremendously." Suzuki said with a kind smile, as he grabs his own, non-spiked glass. He drinks first, knowing Laura would be suspicious. But then, as soon as the two girls drink, it takes all but two minutes for the drug to take effect. Now, Mori simply needs to wait for them to go unconscious, hoping they're not resistant to drugs.

 

[Regin34]

Natasha makes quick progress through the dark, moving from cover to cover. If the guards didn't already know she was there, she'd have even made it undetected. Unfortunately, she failed to see several motion detectors planted in the sand around the camp, giving away her position. As she prepares to enter one of the tents, she feels the barrel of a rifle pressing into her back. "Hands up!"

Natasha rise her hands slowly, cursing her bad luck. She take a look behind her to see how many guard take her. No sudden moves, not now, just like on the trainning, wait fro right opurtunity to action.

 

[Tjf]

Mori makes sure to only spike two glasses, which he hands to the girls personally, while Helga fills it up with the freshly squeezed juice. "Please, drink up, Ojou-chan helped tremendously." Suzuki said with a kind smile, as he grabs his own, non-spiked glass. He drinks first, knowing Laura would be suspicious. But then, as soon as the two girls drink, it takes all but two minutes for the drug to take effect. Now, Mori simply needs to wait for them to go unconscious, hoping they're not resistant to drugs.

"O-Oh no, Suzuki-san..." Helga mutters sleepily. "It was all you... All... Yo- Snkhh..." Resting her head against the table, she begins to snore. "What...What the hell did you do to her?" Perhaps unsurprisingly, Laura has some experience with drugs, managing to stay awake, though she's clearly very drowsy, eyelids heavy and drooping.

 

[Tjf]

Natasha rise her hands slowly, cursing her bad luck. She take a look behind her to see how many guard take her. No sudden moves, not now, just like on the trainning, wait fro right opurtunity to action.

For now, Natasha sees only a single guard directly in front of her, though she can hear more coming. "Who are you?" The bearded, athletic man asks, eyes narrowed.

 

[majus]

The green light of the glowstick casts a sickly glow on a long chamber, the walls marked by crosses, and a suit of old armor. At the end of the hall is a small box, sitting upon a plinth, with crosses facing it as if to ward off evil.

Spoiler: Trap Roll

D100: 12+10 (Trap Skill)=22 (Fail)

Not detecting any traps, she opens the box, to find two items, an ankh, and a rolled up map, the paper worn and delicate from age. As she goes to collect and examine her prizes, however, she hears a rattling. Turning, she spots something moving in the dark, and moving forward to illuminate with the green light, she sees the armor beginning to move towards her, occupied by something...inhuman.

Click, click, click-click.

Beatrice stopped as she looked at the chamber with awe. After making sure that there were no traps, she made her way deeper into the chamber, until she stoop in front of the box. It took her some tries with her hands bound behind her back, but finally, she manages to open the box.

Her heart stopped and her eyes widened with wonder at the sight of the ankh. Her lips trembled, her breathing hitched.

She was right.

She was right all along!

Clank!

Her head snapped to look at the source of the noise. She froze in fear at the sight.

It was not possible.

She took a step back, her body shaking with fear.

"S-stay back". She shuttered fearfully. She hit the plinth and turned back. She quickly closed the box with the map and ankh and grabbed it. She stood behind the plinth, looking around, looking for a way out. Maybe the crosses would ward of the armour... or maybe she could see someplace she could run and avoid the moving armour.

"What do you want?" She asked.