Twin Seduction (Cafe Nowhere)

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Magick Balay will get dates with this I will get slapped. Apr 30, Instant-T hit the video channels before Magix or at least it seemed so to me but apparently that effect won't be shipped until after the 22nd of May. Problem with the gimmick manufacturer or something. Seems a loooooong time to wait This has so many possibilities. I'm thinking of a routine that involves breaking up some prawn crackers in my hands before the trick so your fingers have a distinctive fishy smell.. Also if you can surreptitiously flick some hair gel into the specs hair there is a "Something About Mary " routine you can do.

Finally , when you reveal their card in the condom packet you ask "But where's the condom" and then you slowly unzip your trousers. May 6, Hi guys, love the look of the effect and just received it , however but I am quite disappointed in the online instructions. Nowhere in the trailer is the selection of the card shown so I expected you would show your preferred method of f However there is nothing at all shown in this regard which for me is a major disappointment,as stated previously I love the effect but now feel somewhat short changed.

There is also some small arts and crafts required to get the gimmick working as shown, sure you can use it without modification but the suggested method requires cutting. I can't understand why the gimmick doesn't arrive already prepared to perform as suggested in the trailer without further modification, Regards, Aiden.

On May 6, , Alden wrote: Sashac Special user Posts. Jacopo New user Italy 30 Posts. JM My latest release: The great Gumbini Inner circle Posts. My card is jumbo sized. Jenny choked on her own blood. The last she saw was the flame of a fat flickering candle as it toppled and fell to the floor, igniting the carpet. Adam had just put new logs on the fire and it crackled and soared, sending its warmth over their naked bodies. Robert spread her legs wide and held a candle between her legs. Oh, he loved to look at her pussy, at her gaping vagina. Holding the candle with one hand, he pushed her head down so her ass faced him better and he spread her legs even more.

Then he spread her pussy lips wide and stuck the lit candle inside her until only the flame poked out. That'll make some movie. Oh, here's Adam back with the camera. One couldn't see the candles. It looked as if her vagina and anus were on fire. After he'd taken some film of the flickering flames, Robert inserted another candle, then a third. Now Cathy had three flames flickering from her vagina. Wax dripped down her soaking wet pussy. He tried to insert another candle in her anus, but that didn't work. All the while, Adam continued to record the sex spectacle.

Robert's cock was fully erect, precum leaking from it slowly. He dug inside Cathy's vagina, grabbed the three candles and started to move them in and out of her, slowly so he wouldn't lose the flames. Wax dripped steadily to the floor. Adam watched, fascinated by this new, strange game.

He'd never been so horny. His free hand moved the skin back and forth on his cock, but it wasn't satisfying. He lay the camera down and knelt before Cathy. She lifted her head and, within seconds, gulped his cock into her mouth. Robert had had enough of the candle play. He yanked the candles out of her vagina, the flames automatically extinguishing, and threw them aside. He slammed into her, at the same time, moving the candle back and forth inside her anal passage. Cathy let go of Adam's cock and started to cough.

Robert withdrew and jumped up. That's not the flue.

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It's coming from the office. He backed away from the licking flames reaching out to him. His hair caught fire. Desperately, he tried to put out the flames with his hands as he ran back into the room, screaming when the fire seared his exposed skin. Within seconds, the living room was on fire, the two men and the woman ran to the bedroom to escape through the window. But the wind urged the flames on to the bedroom. The only exit available to them was blocked by an inferno.

There was no escape and there was no window in the living room. The case is under further investigation. Names have been withheld until relatives can be notified. We're not in the motel," Adam said. They were in an office, but not their own. Last thing I remember is my body was on fire and it hurt like fucking hell. And we're still in the dream in a strange office. The man had to be a hundred years old. A snowy beard almost reached his waist, as did a mane of snow-white hair.

He wore a white robe tied at the waist with a silver cord. What's this all about? Dammit, all that's missing are his wings for God's sake," Cathy said with a giggle. You have arrived at mid-station, or as some call it, purgatory. My name is Valerus. I have been assigned to your case. Before you can advance, you will have to do penance for the cruelties you inflicted upon others.

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You can't have a soft heart when you're running a business for God's sake. Give me a fucking break! But you were too busy satisfying your perverse carnal desires to hear anything. During the struggle, a candle fell. The motel burned to the ground. I'll show you what happened. Look at that," Cathy whispered. The hologram was almost life size, causing them to feel as if they were there. They watched as a shadowy figure descended from above, landing just outside the old barn.

Huge black wings disappeared and a naked man stretched his arms high.

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He swiveled several times giving them a full view. The man was beautiful. He was more than beautiful, he was perfection. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, a muscular body, a cock to drool over, Cathy noted. He had the most perfect face she'd ever seen. His skin was very pale, his long wavy hair was jet black, his eyes were as black as his hair. The doors to the barn flew open, the force tearing the old boards to pieces.

They watched in horror when the vampire grabbed Matt and mauled him, then tore his head almost off his body. The naked girl ran for her life to the front of the motel, the vampire hardly seemed to move as he followed her. The vampire shattered the glass of the front entrance while he mauled and killed the girl, sending them both flying into the office. They saw how the candle fell, its flame setting fire to the spilled wax and the carpet. Then they saw themselves and their sexual play with the candles. The hologram returned to the scene of the first murder, showing them Matt's bleeding body, his throat ripped open, his head merely attached by a few pieces of skin.

His intestines spilled into the snow, blood soaking the snow scarlet. It showed the girl once more, her pretty face now covered in blood, her breasts almost torn off, her throat a gaping hole. The office was soaked with her blood, the desk, the floor, the doorframe, all splattered red. The vampire stood outside the motel and looked up at the sky.

Black wings appeared from somewhere on his back and he flew off to search for his next victims and the virgin he so desperately yearned for. It's because of us they were killed. If we would have helped them, then--" "They still would have died at the hands of the vampire unless you could have killed him. And he's not an easy one to kill. Only one person has the ability to rid Earth of Xavier. You showed your insensitivity, your selfishness, greed and perversity. It is for those you must pay. You have been sentenced to dwell in your motel until you have helped at least three hundred couples in need.

You just told us," Cathy said, her face a mask of disbelief. I will release you shortly and you will find yourselves back in your motel. The motel will only become visible any place, anywhere in the world, when someone is in need. Remember, after you have helped three hundred couples in need, we will review your case. Now you may go. Slowly, the office faded and the man disappeared. I stood before some angel called Valerus. He sentenced me," Robert said.

I had the same dream," Adam said. Sounds like all three of us did. I don't know about you two, but I'm going to bed," Cathy said. The sun is shining," Robert called out to them as he walked into the office.

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There was a raging snowstorm going on. He saw nothing but desert and a very long road that seemed to lead to nowhere. He ran outside to look around. Nothing but red desert, sand and the occasional cactus here and there.

Just before she stepped outside, Cathy saw a large photograph on the far wall--a picture of Matt and Jennifer. Their smiling faces dug into her soul. She walked back and took the picture off the wall, but when she turned back to look before stepping outside, it was back on the wall again.

We're dead, but we're not dead. We look the same, feel the same and talk the same.

Moss The side of her head knocked, then bounced against a metal bar. Black-haired handsome devil… Angel wings Portal… Her head hit the metal again. She jolted upright from her slumped leaning position.

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Her eyelids flew open, then quickly shut. The chain that dangled between the wrist cuffs bopped her in the nose. Slowly, she opened her eyes and realized she was on a rickety, fast traveling tourist bus with her ankles secured together and locked to the bench seat's legs. Scenery flashed by the metal framed window.

So that's what my head's been hitting. She rubbed the sore spot and assessed her situation. Do I have all my body parts? With a glance at her person, she confirmed she did. Do I know my name?

Of course I do. Rachel Quigly, aunt of the renegades of the Marshall clan, forsaken Wiccan princess, practitioner of both the psychic and sanguine vampire ways. Rachel looked through the open section of the window at the beautiful view, trying to fight down the panic of being trussed up. Turquoise waters lapped upon a white sand shoreline. Little red triangle flags on black sticks stuck out from large divots in the beach. Thick trails led from those depressions to the water.

Green-leafed bushes with dry gray sticks pointing out of them and scraggly cacti-type plants lined the roadside. A glance past some scantily clad, sad-looking passengers out the opposite windows of the bus showed a lush green forest. Perhaps Xavier wasn't such a prick after all if she ended up in a tropical paradise. She shook her head. No, he was still a whoreson. To think she had been hoodwinked by that cad. His powers of cloaking had grown tremendously over the years if she was only now realizing he was the one who gave her the bauble that put her in her current predicament.

She wondered what happened to the tiny sculpture since she was no longer dressed as she was when the portal took her. The small ivory piece carved to look like a pair of angel wings had fit in the palm of her hand. The innocent-looking trinket had opened a portal, had sucked her in and sent her here. If she could have slapped her forehead without a chain smacking her, she would have.

For an old broad, she was a gullible fool for thinking a perfect stranger would be so kind and give her such a powerful gift out of the goodness of his heart. But why would Xavier want her gone? His beef had more to do with the Marshalls and her nephews than with her. Her gaze drifted to her window again. This place looks familiar. I know I've been here before…Cozumel. A squeak of excitement escaped her. The island was one of her favorite vacation destinations. She and her girlfriends loved taking cruises and making port in Cozumel, the shopping, the beaches, the tequila were wonderful.

She covered her mouth, the chain whacking her in the chin as her gaze darted around the bus to make sure she didn't bring undue attention to herself. All the forlorn passengers hung their heads, stared at their laps. None looked at her. A couple of burlylooking men in jeans and light brown button down short-sleeved shirts stood at the front of the bus, apparently keeping watch over the quiet bunch, but didn't glance her way either. The shorter of the two dark-haired, suntanned fellows moved his hand off his hip. A large hunting knife attached to his side glinted from the sunlight.

Cold uneasiness slithered down her spine, chilling her though the day was warm and humid. I don't think we're in Cozumel anymore, Duke, she thought to herself as if she were speaking to her Ashen Dilute cockatiel. Soon the bus turned off the main thoroughfare onto a bumpy dirt road. She and the other passengers bounced around in the seats, heads up in alarm, eyes wide. The jungle encroached upon the jarring lane. Limbs and leaves of the suffocating forest's trees reached down from the heavens.

Low-lying bushes stretched out from the sides. The landscape seemed to want to consume the bus. Before long, they emerged into a clearing and the vehicle came to a grinding halt out front of a grand white with brick red shutters and roof hacienda. The frightened, sun-bronzed skin female appeared to be sixteen years of age. She was about to risk asking her a question when a jab to her back pushed her forward. Curbing her tongue, she turned around and glared at the man. How did you get here, woman?

He poked at her heart charm and her goddess charm. His aura flared with deep orange and red. Power hungry, this man. While he was distracted, looking at her wrists, she took a drag from his energy to give her some much needed strength and drain some of his bad boy attitude. He spun from her and stomped to the front of the bus. The two men consulted in hushed tones, their hands flying in front of them with the animated conversation, and every few seconds, threw amazed glances and pointed fingers her way. When he stopped in front of her, he poked her in the shoulder with his stick weapon.

Out of principle, she drank his energy in a quick and thick draught. He jerked back as if he had been slapped, shook off whatever sensation he had felt, then poked her again. The man took a step away. The short man looked at the tall man with awe.

Puzzled over the astonished reactions, she surveyed the people on the bus. Most were like the girl next to her--young, dressed in tunics, bra like tops and skirts or thongs with rectangular pieces of cloth hanging in the front made from what she assumed to be the leathered skins of animals. Their appearances reminded her of the early seventies movie that featured apes who ruled the world and held humans in pens.

Except for one man at the very back of the bus. Though dressed in the same fashion, he didn't appear as haggard as the others nor as sun-kissed. In fact, he was quite a dashing fellow with clean short dark brown hair, luscious brown eyes and brows that curved in perfect symmetry over sexy eyes. His body wasn't all that bad either.

Just the right amount of muscle for her taste in all the right places. He caught her stare and winked. A quiver of desire, something she hadn't felt in ages, streaked through her. She blinked, her immediate and intense attraction to him startling her since she was old enough to be his mother. The short man bowed, one arm over his midriff, the other stretched out behind him. Welcome to Lemu'zoc, Ixchel. He shook his head and rejoined Hernan at the front of the vehicle. After a few more words between them, the two unlocked everyone's ankles. Gervasio dragged a chain out from beneath the seats and wrapped it around his elbow and hand.

Bewildered, she tilted her head and studied the subservient individuals step into a line in the aisle. About to follow suit, she stopped when a sensation tapped on her shoulder. Rachel glanced back, but no one was there. The teen was already in the exit line. Then her gaze met the cutie's. Wait for me, his mouth moved without sound. She gave a small nod. The line moved slowly, but once he neared her seat, he motioned for her to step in front of him. People call me Reb for short.

A lustful itch crawled from the pit of her stomach to between her legs. She bent her head back, wanting to look at him. You caused quite a stir when you magically manifested on this bus. The two guards were very happy you were out cold so they could chain you before you were able to cause any problems. Now, since you joined us late in the program, here's a summation of what they told us. We're being taken deep into the forest to Ixchel's temple to be a part of the festivities.

We are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. We are to do what the Na'yams tell us to do, regardless of what we think or feel. For now, accept that it's your name, that you appeared and your youthful beauty makes them think you are their goddess. My spring chicken days have been over for a while. I'm old enough to be your mom. At the door to the bus, she watched the guards and bus driver blindfold the captives and lock chains to their ankle cuffs between them.

Unease tickled and worried the back of her mind. She hated being confined in any type of way. Her head turned to look at Reb, but the sight in the large side mirror on the bus stopped her. An image she hadn't seen in about twenty-five years stared back. Her jaw dropped in surprise. Gone was her perpetually tan slightly leathered skin from living in a desert for so many years.

Gone were the wrinkles on her neck, the lines near her eyes and the gray from her hair. Her blue-violet eyes, which had been more pale blue in recent years, were back to the deep, rich color of her mid-twenties and her jet-black hair was shiny and smooth again. Reb nudged her back. She pulled her gaze from her girlish visage and stepped out into the dry, dirt, dusty landscape of the clearing. The bus driver grabbed her arm and all but dragged her to the line. Gervasio stood before her. Plus we do not want you to disappear.

We are happy you are here in the flesh to join us in our festivities. Trying to stay calm, she breathed slow steady breaths through her mouth, not only to regulate her anxiety, but keep the stench of the cloth from assaulting her nose. Now that you're calm and have a moment, think, old girl, think, her mind chanted. She knew she still had her psy-vamp powers since she was able to see the men's auras and drink energy from them.

Teeth and strength… Can I summon my blood thirst? No matter her attempts, she couldn't rally the power to break the chain between her wrists or bring her fangs down. Can I still sense thoughts? Not that she could read minds in the true sense, but she had an uncanny knack of seeming to know what a person was thinking in a general sense. Her brows knitted together beneath the blindfold and she opened her mind. Fleeting sensations of feeling, the captives emitting anxiety and shame, the captors lust and pride, were all she received.

No thoughts of where they were going, what was to happen or why they thought her to be a goddess came through. The chains between her hands and feet, jerked. The line doddered along. What seemed like an eternity later, the group halted. Her hands and arms ached, her legs throbbed, her mouth had turned into the Sahara and she really wanted a shower. Finally, the moment the binds released and the blindfold came off, she collapsed to the ground as had all the others.

More men had joined the entourage. Gervasio and Hernan laughed with a few several feet away. Squalls of birds and the flap of wings let forth from the trees. They were in a huge clearing in the woods resting on soft plush grass. Three batches of rings of rocks dotted the area. Dusk had settled in the cloudy sky. She stretched and let out a moan from the discomfort in her body. Gervasio and Hernan, trailed by several other similar looking men, came over. Gervasio helped her to her feet.

Please forgive us and take your position of respect. In front of an immense gray stoned stepped pyramid sat a dais with an intricately carved wood throne with gold leaf inlay placed in the center. Two women dressed in the light brown shirts and jeans stood with their arms crossed over their chests, palm fronds in their fists, on either side of the chair. The murmurs of the gathering reached her ears.

Most were shocked Ixchel had chosen this night to appear and participate. Others wondered if she was real and a few seemed caught in prayer. One man brought her a skin of water, which she was grateful for, while another brought her a platter of exotic fruits. She chose what looked like a peach and bit into it. The flesh was firm, ripe and very sweet. Juices from the fruit trickled down her arm. The man with the water, stared, apparent hunger in his expression.

She motioned to the platter of fruit. He shook his head, took her arm and licked the juices from it. Another man came up and smacked him on the head, then pushed him to the ground. The two women left, then returned and approached her with a bowl of water and rags. Together, the ladies cleaned her arms and legs of the dirt she had accumulated. To her right on a lower platform, Gervasio sat down behind a pair of bongos. Two guitarists flanked him. Soon the players produced an adagio, rhythmic, erotic beat.

Over on the opposite side of the dais, Hernan passed around a black bag. Several men and women drew flat rocks from the sack. After the eighth one, a woman, picked a stone, Hernan called out the number one. The woman placed the stone in her pocket and went to the captives still sitting on the ground with their blindfolds on. She picked a male, brought him to his feet and led him away.

The next person to draw, a male to Rachel's relief, drew the number two. Hernan called out that number and the man went to the line and picked out female. Hernan strolled over to Rachel and held out the bag to her. All the rest of the markers are blank. Draw for your status.

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She flipped it over and on the rock was the number three. With whom would you like to have the honor of mating? Anyone assembled before me? He signaled to a couple of men to bring Reb over to her. The two men tossed Reb at her feet and Hernan unlocked his cuffs.

Once he was free, Reb ripped off the eye cover and jumped to his feet in a fighting stance. Three spears swung in his direction. The sharp tips all pointing at his heart. The music crescendoed and picked up tempo. Rachel leapt to her feet, rushed to stand between the weapons and Reb, and moved the tips away. The three then walked off. She looked at the women flanking her chair. When the two ladies were done, Rachel and Reb were left alone on the platform. Sitting on the edge, she and he observed the festivities. Food platters and jugs of liquid were passed around.

Captors and captives ate, drank, laughed and danced. The music continued at a moderate pace. A platter of fruit passed by. Rachel plucked a bunch of grape like items from it and popped one in her mouth. Like you, I popped into this world at a most inopportune time, just as all the people were taken hostage. Unfortunately, I happened to appear in the midst of the group and couldn't get out before we were all subdued. By the way, thanks for having the ladies wipe me down.

Oh and you're welcome. His thumb made slow soft circles on her skin. Since you're dressed like everyone else with the charms on your person, the men most likely assumed you were supernatural of sorts. And why do I look almost thirty years younger? Seems that we're in a skewed realm of that time. The looking younger aspect I'm not too sure of, but I'm in the same boat you are.

Perhaps we should just enjoy our renewed youth while we can? Blood rushed to her face, heating her cheeks. She was even blushing like a schoolgirl now. A deep sexual stirring swirled in her midsection. Yes, perhaps we should enjoy our youth this second time around. The music beat faster, drummed and strummed in a sensual rhythm. Captors and captives joined in carnal fashions, some in pairs, most in groups of three to five.

Moonlight snuck through the cloud cover and shone on some of the bodies. In the silvery light, backs of the warriors appeared animalistic, furry. Faces morphed into wolf like snouts. Did you see that? Look at what they're doing. Near one of the three fire pits, two naked males locked arms. Their fingers dug into each other's biceps and triceps. The tops of their heads braced against each other. As they spun and wrestled, they stepped in and out of the moonlight, morphing from men to wolves and back. A female sat on the ground observing them, then after a few minutes, stood, whispered in each of their ears and then sat back down.

The men went from a fighting stance into a hug. The taller and darker of the two men enclosed the light haired one in a tight embrace. The heated and slick skin of their bodies pressed against each other. The nipples of their bodies hardened beneath each other's breasts.

The dark one kissed one cheek, then the other, then his lips sought and captured the light one's in a demanding kiss, his tongue probing into the other's mouth. Their mouths touched and didn't touch, but tongues warred. Apr 30, Instant-T hit the video channels before Magix or at least it seemed so to me but apparently that effect won't be shipped until after the 22nd of May. Problem with the gimmick manufacturer or something. Seems a loooooong time to wait This has so many possibilities.

I'm thinking of a routine that involves breaking up some prawn crackers in my hands before the trick so your fingers have a distinctive fishy smell.. Also if you can surreptitiously flick some hair gel into the specs hair there is a "Something About Mary " routine you can do. Finally , when you reveal their card in the condom packet you ask "But where's the condom" and then you slowly unzip your trousers.

May 6, Hi guys, love the look of the effect and just received it , however but I am quite disappointed in the online instructions. Nowhere in the trailer is the selection of the card shown so I expected you would show your preferred method of f However there is nothing at all shown in this regard which for me is a major disappointment,as stated previously I love the effect but now feel somewhat short changed. There is also some small arts and crafts required to get the gimmick working as shown, sure you can use it without modification but the suggested method requires cutting.

I can't understand why the gimmick doesn't arrive already prepared to perform as suggested in the trailer without further modification, Regards, Aiden. On May 6, , Alden wrote: On Apr 27, , Sashac wrote: On Apr 27, , Ray Chelt wrote: Is the card covered in lubricant when you reveal it in the packet? That would be a real convincer. On May 6, , kissdadookie wrote: Please tell me the card is not all disgusting with lube.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. On May 6, , Kaliix wrote: May 7, Other than the context of a joke, I can't think of a situation in which this doesn't come across as tacky, pathetic, or sad. It's your chosen card, covered in K. On Apr 27, , hackmonkey wrote:

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