#event: spring punishment

[rowanxaubri]

@grayxstratford​:

This was certainly interesting. Gray had heard the raucous early that morning and had been awoken by guards dragging masters down the hallways in the suites. One of them had asked her name and then after checking their list they had apologized for the inconvenience and left her to go back to sleep. So back to sleep she went, it obviously didn’t affect her- but in the morning she did find it sort of affected her? Indirectly at least. When she walked out of the building and found a large number of people- not just slaves she realized, but slaves, and masters all tied to the ground where they were naked and being tortured. She lit a cigarette slowly as she looked around, this was definitely interesting. What could she have done to spare her this? She didn’t know, but she’d have to keep it up in the future if this was a regular thing. She tried walking around the group but got a little too close in her curiosity and managed to trip over someone’s tied down leg. “Oh for god’s sake,” she muttered as she sat up and inspected her knee. 

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This punishment sucked.  Especially considering it was her first one, or at least the most genuine punishment she’d endured on the island.  The dichotomy of pain and pleasure was one she was intimately familiar with, but this was something else completely.  Rowan was doing the best she could to endure everything that was coming down on her head - and back, and butt, and breasts.  But the fact that she could hear jack squat had her on high alert for any small change in her environment.  A change in the air, smells.  What she hadn’t been expecting was a random touch to her ankle.  It felt like someone might have tripped but ... was that cigarette smoke?  Gods, please don’t put it out on her, she wasn’t meant to be an ashtray.

“What in the name of Odin just happened?”

[heyxmissxjude]

the cells | jude & dominick

@masterdominick​:

“You shouldn’t lie to them like that.” Said Dominick in a strange, cold voice as he stopped right in front of her. He looked at her then around him, his black eyes especially dark that evening as he walked closer to her and looked. “This event may finish soon, but I am pretty sure the headmaster will soon discover another way to torture the slaves. Or the masters. Or both what the hell. There is really no difference anymore.” He said, sliding a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting one. “But it’s a nice gesture. Beware. you might end up on their naughty list.” He said, hinting at the guards not far away from them, before he crouched down and looked closer at her. “Why are you… trying to give them comfort? It’s just… a curiosity.” 

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“It’s hardly a lie.”  If there was anyone on the island that knew as much, it would be Jude.  Having been a slave herself decades prior, and then returning to the island to teach not just once but twice - she was more intimately familiar with the comings and goings of the island than most.  “It does end, even if the Headmaster does come up with new and creative ways to torment us.  Nothing is forever.”  Something Dante seemed to be reminded of at the garden party.  Her smile was wry, one brow lifting.  “I’m already on their naughty list, or I wouldn’t be down here and hurting.  There’s nothing they can do to me that I haven’t endured worse.”  The djinn had been through it all between the island and her former Master.  New and more creative punishments would likely pale to Jeremiah.  “Why not give them comfort?” was her counter as she gently stroked the slave’s cheek that she’d sat down beside.  “Everyone deserves some hope, especially them.”

[slavexisabel]

@blood-redivy​:

The fact that they all were lined up blindfolded and with earplugs was Ivy’s perfect cover.  It was a way for her to stretch her muscles without anyone seeing her face, a way to be discreet and really induce some fear, with minimal repercussions.  It had been quite a long time since she really let all her powers loose, and this was the perfect playground.  One simple touch was all that was needed.  

It was like window-shopping down the quad.  Anyone with blindfolds off were ones she kept her distance from, keeping herself hidden behind other masters or even those poor souls chained up in public.  Finally she found her mark, keeping herself quiet in her flat Converse shoes, and realizing - she was pretty hungry.  Sizing up her next victim, she raised her hand so quickly to backhand them across their cheek.  Establishing touch immediately, and no doubt a shock to the senses.

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Isabel was sore, but she was pushing through the day of punishment.  It had been bad enough inflicting pain on others; this was at least more tolerable.  The shifter was accustomed to pain.  While she didn’t enjoy it like others seemed to on the island, she could endure it.  The thing she couldn’t wrap her head around was why.  She’d done nothing wrong, had never even toed to waters of breaking the rules or being a bad slave.  It left her confused, shaken.  She was about to be sucked into another whirlwind of thoughts when she felt the sharp pain on her cheek, a sound of surprise leaking out.  “I’m ... I don’t know what I did, I’m sorry!”

[kyliedcnvers]

Kylie used to believe that the institute was one of the worst place on earth. People were mean, the living conditions the slave had was bad and there was no place they could feel or be safe. A few years has passed and her feeling changed. She have been surrounding herself with amazing people and bad things were barely happening anymore. She was happy.

Of course this feeling couldn’t last long.

Kylie got woken up abruptly by the guards, dragging all the slaves out of their cells. Everybody seemed as confused as she was. What’s happening? she thought. It didn’t take too much time and her clothes have been taken away and got chained up.

She was back to the same headset as she was when she first got to the institute. She felt so vulnerable and scared. The fact that she couldn’t see or hear anything was the worse. Kylie jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Please let me go...” she begged.

@the-institute-starters

[winters-lust]

Winter to Spring | Self Para

Winter couldn’t  have been more thrilled for this event. She’d been on her best behaviour for some time. No unprovoked attacks, no mysterious gifts sent, she simply glowed in the wake of her victory over Layla and her friends.

Though, that didn’t mean she wasn’t prepared to unleash more of her temper on the girl and an event like this provided the perfect excuse. She wouldn’t know who was torturing her, wouldn’t be able to run off to her allies to tattle. Winter could deliver some much deserved pain without any consequence.

Thank the gods for whomever was ruining the headmasters fun.

As she arrived her eyes quickly found her former vessel chained up, it was easy to do considering how long Winter used to see that face and body in the mirror. Close by was Scarlett, what a delightful treat! Both slaves could taste her wrath today and would be forced to keep their mouths shut about it.

She took two ready steps towards the girls when a familiar cry was released, one that froze Winter’s body entirely. She felt cold as she turned to see Dhani being whipped on the other side of the quad. He let out a second cry and it felt as if a hand had reached into her chest and had taken a clutching grip around her heart.

A third cry was released but this one came from Avery, who was just a little further down the line. No. No not him too. She prayed his strangely wired brain was still registering all this as pleasure but she wouldn’t put it past the institute to magically correct that feature for the duration of the weekend. 

A fourth painful groan came from much closer to her, James. She’d yet to experience his safety being brought into question. He was a master, he wasn’t at risk for these kinds of things. Now she was faced with his punishment as well. More familiar faces began to arise as she really opened her eyes to look around. Sweet slaves who didn’t deserve this kind of pain, like Isabel. Polite slaves who could be rather enjoyable conversation, like Skyler. Strong slaves who had already been through enough in their lives, like Xavier. 

A pang of guilt and a strong urge to protect settled heavy in her gut. This... this wasn’t right. Their pain was not warranted, not needed and Winter found no joy in it.

Even those with devices in hand seemed agonized by their actions. Alfie who was being forced to hurt a frail little thing, wait... she knew her name, Daisy. And Tilly, who had proven to be nothing but fun, being forced to hurt Ava, who even Winter had to reluctantly admit, tried to protect those she cared for which included Jace. More and more the names of slaves came to her as she noted their terrorized faces. Persephone, Ana, Elliot, and more and more.

Heart seized and guilt laden, Winter took a step back and then another, before she turned entirely and marched away from the screams.  She tried to keep as composed as she could but with every step she took it reality set further in.

Winter couldn’t deny, something had changed. Her opinions on the island games for one, but more importantly, her ability to ignore the pain of others. Usually drive and determination narrowed her focus to solely see her victims, it saved her from seeing others she... cared for... Gods, she cared for people, and more than she’d expected. She cared if they were hurt. She cared if they faced unjust pain. Her instinct to protect had expanded to include others without her even realizing. 

Her mind whorled and she felt unbalanced as she headed home, the cried still echoing in her ears even as she created more distance. These revelations were consuming and confusing. It wasn’t just that something had changed...

Everything had changed. Her footsteps became an echo as she moved down quiet streets. A second panic, one saved for herself, fluttered in her chest.

By walking away, Winter was electing not to participate in the events of the weekend. By staying away, she was condemning them, in fact. The masters and mistresses who’d been spared were no doubt expected to engage in the torture. With her own reputation on the island she would be an expected guest. Her absence would most certainly be noted by the elite and powerful on the island.

Perhaps she was putting herself in danger by leaving. She might be seen as ‘going soft’ which might put a target on her back from the administration. Or at the very least, it might open herself up to attack from other villainous players.

These threats struck at her fears and demanded attention, however they could not overpower the disgust and heartbreak she felt over those in the quad. Yet another change it would seem. 

Swallowing against these new emotions and the lump in her throat, Winter slipped back into her suite. 

She remained there throughout the weekend, partly pouring over books for ways to dull pain or release compulsion, partly smashing plates and throwing books with the frustration of being helpless against this event, and partly drinking and sitting curled up in the silence of her room, re-examining the shift in who she was and reeling over who that made her now.

[cassiehayesx]

@institute-domruthingham​

Dom growled loudly as he tugged at the restraints and tried his best to shimmy the blindfold off his face “This is fucking bullshit.” he hissed more to himself as he continued to tug, his wrists were probably going to be bruised with how much he was tugging. “If the headmaster wants to fucking punish me, he can at least let me fucking fight back!” he shouted “He’s fucking hiding behind all these stupid masters! FACE ME COWARD!” he shouted louder, his voice cracking slightly from the strain, not caring who heard him.

She probably should have gone home after visiting her father. The farther away from the trouble she was, the less likely she was to cause more of it, but--God, that was a lot of yelling.

A family-sized bag of potato chips in one hand and her vape in the other, the smell of marijuana clinging to her like a second skin, Cassie stopped in front of the skinny human, considered him for a moment--and then tugged his blindfold down and prodded into his mouth as a gag, instead. The strip of fabric was loose; it would be easy enough for him to spit out, but at least it would achieve a moment of quiet. 

“Bloody noisy, ain’tch’ya?” she said, regarding him with an eyebrow raised. A cry of pain in the distance made her wince, and she took another hit from her vape, held it for a moment to steady herself, and then turned her head to blow it away before continuing: “Reckon I’d be yelling myself hoarse, too, but I think you’re biting off more than you can chew there, big shot. Big man at the top might be afraid of somebody right now, but uh--and listen, mate, I don’t mean to be rude--you look like somebody pinochio’d a little pipe cleaner man, and you smell human as shit, man, and he’s got a man who can turn into a grizzly in chains, hm? So whoever it is he’s afraid of, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’s not you.” She gave his scrawny chest a poke with one finger at that, before adding, “Sorry. You want some potato chips?”

[blood-redivy]

@xavier-lennon​

This punishment was Xavier’s personal hell. The damage and invisible scars of emotional abuse were very difficult to heal and memories imprinted on the minds and heart take time to be restored. He was usually good at keeping his trauma at bay. He kept himself busy with exercise, with checking in on his friends, and even when there was noting else to do, there were his studies to focus on.

The man had lost his sense of time at what seemed like 3 days ago. Funnily enough, the initial beatings had been no problem at first. He was used to such torment. What was unfamiliar to him was the power of his mind. With his ears deafened and his eyes blinded, he was completely alone now, living in the heavily populated solitude of his mind. It was a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and infinity and eternity seemed to take a liking to the likes of him. The darkest aspects of his past came in flashes at first – the killing, the heat, the almost-deaths – but soon, with nowhere else to go, those thoughts captured him fully. What was a man supposed to do when he was dead to one world and imprisoned in the other? Suddenly, each strike felt like a blow to his integrity, maybe like a punishment he deserved. He was flawed too.

Xavier’s head shot to the other side as someone’s hand made contact with it. Of course, he had not seen it coming. How could he? He felt defenceless, like a man cowering before a God that he never believed in. “Please…” In all his time at the Institute, he had not begged even once. “Please don’t-“

Ivy did have a respect for Xavier, and it was partially why she was pleased that the blindfold was on.  Before, on the rental, she had to be a bit sneaky with it.  Even now, she didn’t want to risk giving herself away.  But she wanted to push her limits, make sure that even though they spent time together, and it wasn’t horrible, she wasn’t... well, she wasn’t the kind of mistress that was chained up alongside them, for a reason.  And she wanted to make sure to herself she knew that.  That touch was important, though, and she couldn’t give herself away.  The Ivy Xavier knew probably wouldn’t do that, but this was different.  Still, she couldn’t entirely bring herself to pick up a paddle, or a whip, when she had her own powers to give a unique torment.  But everyone was getting so physical, and she didn’t think she wanted to head in that direction.  He deserved a break, of some sort, and she smirked as she thought of how to give it to him.  It started just with a little extra heat between his legs, as if the sun was just shining a little too much, before turning into a very slight, almost able to be missed, vibration.  Small, and slow, that was key to a proper build up.

[tommyheavyshield]

Tommy was feeling more shaky than he liked to admit. When he’d been pulled out of the mansion his focus had first been on his Master and how this must be for him. He knew Lucas would be angry and worried. Once he was actually chained up he thought about Dhani. He felt like he was able to withstand a lot of punishment since he liked pain play and Lucas gave him a lot of practice, but he worried about his friend being hurt like that. But as time went on and he had been whipped, paddled, and just generally beaten he was feeling... well, maybe shaky was an understatement. Maybe it was because he was blindfolded and cut off from all sound. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was. His blindfold felt wet with tears as he tried to be strong; tried to make Master Lucas proud. That was immediately put to the test though when the sun was blocked off from his face. Someone was there. 

@wildxhayes

[kanewhelan]

E: Spring Punishment || Kane & Margeaux

@margeauxxadkins​

So this was her punishment.

If only she could have channeled her inner monster. If she could have been what she was supposed to be, she wouldn’t be here. She’d take it. Maybe this would change her. Maybe this would toughen her up. Maybe, just maybe she would be a better vampire. She could feel someone near her and she turned her face in that direction and sighed. “Bring it,” she growled.

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Kane recognized the female when he was passing by the selection. Having met her briefly, he knew she was definitely a bit more interesting than most. Attractive sure, but the one thing — the most important thing was that she was a filthy vampire. His lips twitched, brows furrowed as her distasteful scent filled his nose. He sent the whip flying, knocking the earbuds that were placed to the side to the ground. He kept the blindfold on, keeping her senses heightened and enjoying every sound she was making. “So impatient.”     

[fire-starterdylan]

One thing he was grateful for, in a fucked up way, was that he really couldn’t see or hear anything.  Once he tried to shake the blindfold off, pressing his face into his shoulder and hoping for the best, but a guard caught him doing it and forced it back on his face - not without a sucker punch to the gut.  But maybe it was a blessing that he couldn’t see it all, that he was tuned out from everything.  The suspense and surprise of it all was killing him, knowing any second could be pain, causing him to be stiff and braced, at the ready for anything.   @brightwood-duchess​

[rowanxaubri]

ridiculous | atticus & rowan

What a gods damn day.  Rowan had never really been punished since coming back to the Institute as a slave.  Hells, she hadn’t even as a Mistress, wise enough to steer as far clear of stuff like this as possible.  But no beuno today.  At the very least it was nice to be wearing clothes again; she never thought she’d be grateful to see the cells.  But she was.  The human would have guessed the whole song and dance was done if she didn’t still see some Masters and Mistresses in the basement in similar predicaments.  They weren’t done with this show, awesome.

The last thing she wanted to do was focus on that, however.  So when she noticed Atticus nearby, she had no issues whatsoever with sliding down the wall and sitting next to him.  If there was one thing they had in common other than their friends, it was their propensity of deflecting with humor.  “Shocking, right?  The school punishing people for nothing.  Next thing you know they’ll bring slavery back - oh wait.”

@voulez-vousatticus​

[heyxmissxjude]

the cells | jude & fayeth

@fayeth-araven​:

Fayeth’s life had always been one without any hardships, she was the youngest daughter of one most important families of Seelie nobility, and so she had grown up being pampered, given anything she could possibly want and very much loved, since she was also still young for fae standards she also still got leeway to do as she wanted more freely, she had good friends, really the hardest thing she had ever experienced was when Katell was banished and even then she wasn’t there when it happened because her parents didn’t want her to witness such thing.

Now suddenly she had been bound and it was like all the magic in her was gone which made her feel weak and weird and awful, but if that wasn’t bad enough she had been forced to do things against her will that would be terrible but the fact that it had been hurting others made her disgusted. Worse of all she had been hurt and humiliated,   She barely noticed Jude sitting next to her. “When…this is terrible…I want my home.”

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It took Jude a moment to realize that she recognized the girl she’d sat next to.  Ironically enough, she felt something of relief.  While she might have been bound, at least she wouldn’t be blurting out truths like the last time she and the fae had met.  And she doubted that Fayeth’s hands would be tied in the same way they had before.  The djinn reached out to push some hair behind the Mistress’ ear, touch gentle and hopefully comforting.  “I can’t tell you when, sweet girl,” the professor began, pushing her fingers through the other blonde’s hair.  “But it will end.  Nothing here lasts forever, even if it feels like it in the moment.  All will return to normal again, it always does.”

[slavexisabel]

guilt | thomas & isabel

Isabel had been trembling since she’d been yanked unceremoniously from her cell the past morning. She didn’t know why she was being yelled at, why she was being dragged from her bunk, why she was being chained and dragged to the ballroom. Since coming to the island, she’d never really experienced fear outside of her normal reluctance to make any decisions for herself.  And then she’d been forced to torment three of her fellows, unable to control her actions and silently sobbing the entire time.  As if that hadn’t been bad enough, she now found herself in the same situation as those in the quad the previous day, stripped of senses and clothes.  It didn’t take much to put two and two together.  Oddly, it was the calmest she’d felt since the cells; at least she knew what was coming.  Pain she could endure.  It was the guilt that was eating her alive.

@tech-kingthomas​

[tech-kingthomas]

Thomas was exhausted at the end of the day.  The prolonged blindfold and ear plugs made him feel delirious, that time was going so much slower and the sun was still beating down against his naked skin.  It was horrible, and he couldn’t wait until it was over, and he could crawl back to his home, to his office, and sleep it off.  Magic the pain away.  And a little part of him felt so guilty about that, because these slaves he was standing side by side with were going to be left in the cells.  Would they be allowed to heal?  Will their curfew still be so strict?  It was all unfair.  All he could do was sit and wait here, wait for the day to end.  For most of the morning, he was doing such a good job at not mentally reliving his own slave days, when they’d throw the slaves up for these punishments - though, this was more creative than he could remember, he had to give credit for that - and hopefully, soon, he’d really be able to put it to rest in the back of his mind. @emmanuelxreyes​

[feelings-fortilly]

This was not supposed to happen to people like Tilly.  She thought this place was a little fucked up sometimes, with the cells and the guards obviously, but she’d play along if it meant she could go to school and get her parents off her back, on a tropical island.  Almost the full package.  But this?  Was ridiculous, and she had half a mind to sue when this was over with.  Strung up like a puppet under the beating sun, she couldn’t see or hear anything.  No idea what was coming next - and she hated that lack of control.  At some point, she felt someone close to her skin, and she straightened, doing her best to hide the fear slowly pooling in her stomach.  “You wouldn’t be the one with the keys outta here for me, would you?” she murmured, voice hollow. @enslavedhunter​

[cassiehayesx]

Cassie knew she should stay away from the quad.

She knew--she knew--that going was liable to make things worse. She knew herself, knew her temper, knew the fire that could burn through her until she had to break something--or, in the case of the guards down in the quad, someone. And she also knew, though she hadn’t been here long, that doing so would only get her into trouble, and make things worse for her father. Judging by the length of the list of people being punished, it was lucky she wasn’t already in chains herself.

So. She knew perfectly well she shouldn’t go, and she resisted the temptation on Saturday. But on Sunday--well, on Sunday her resolve only lasted until just before noon before she cracked. Thinking about her father, chained up and beaten and unfed--no, she couldn’t stay away. 

Freshly packed vape and a picnic lunch in hand, she made her way to the quad, struggling to keep her eyes off its other occupants. For a moment, she merely stood in front of him, teeth clenched as she fought back the desire to try to tear the chains free, to shift and tear apart anyone who approached him, to scream and scream and scream. She took a long hit from the vape in her hand before setting down the lunch she’d packed and reaching up, trembling hands moving to remove first his earplugs and then the blindfold.

“Kia ora, papa,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I brought you lunch. I--don’t worry, I’m going to be good, I won’t--I won’t make it worse.”

@wildxhayes​