bakerstreet | The Foreplay Meme

The Foreplay Meme

THE FOREPLAY MEME

Mid-fucks, quickies, first-times, PWP intercourse. They are fantastic and certainly have their time and place, but what about what goes on before the clothes come off? Foreplay is often overlooked. Couples who continuously skip foreplay are passing up a great thing. And, let's face it: some folks are just more aroused by the idea of foreplay than sex itself. While others aren't raring to get down to it right away.

This meme is for those that prefer the build-up, the tension, wandering hands, heavy breathing—all the good stuff before the act of sex itself. That said, there is no sex in this meme. The point of it is to create the anticipation for it and once things get going, you can fade to black.

How to:
1. Post a comment with the usual info in the subject line: character name, fandom/series, and preferences. If you need to expand upon things or let people know what you don't want, include it in an OOC note in the comment box.
2. Tag around! When tagging others, create a scenario of your choosing. Some ideas are included after the cut if you can't decide. RNG 1-12 it, if you want.
3. Have fun and be excellent to each other!

1. (It's a lot like) Master & Servant — D/s. Whips and chains, cuffs, a little ownership . . . you know, that sort of thing.

2. Costumes and Roleplay — What's that? You're here to fix my drain, Mr. Plumber?

3. Get Started in Public — Sometimes, it's the atmosphere and setting that gets us in the mood. A grope beneath the dinner table. A knowing glance from across the room. Making out in the movie theater. A stroll in the park with one hell of a detour (if you know what I mean). Whatever you do, it's to be done in public and/or in the presence of others.

4. Talk to Me — Say what you're feeling, what you want your partner to do, and what you're thinking. Have some phone sex or talk dirty to each other, face to face. Discuss in vivid detail your biggest fantasy. Or leave it as a surprise voicemail message.

5. Round One Fight — Some people get turned on by combat, be it a simple spar or a heated lover's spat. Even a physical fight or degradation can get someone hot. Just don't do TOO much damage.

6. We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off — Dry-humping; a 100% hot and 98% safe method to turn each other on. The minus 2% is due to chafing. Anyway, dry-humping isn't your only option. Do what you want but the clothes (or most of the clothes) stay put.

7. I Love Technology — Abstinence via long distance is a thing of the past. Sort of. Texting little things like what you're wearing or what you want to do before you and your partner even see each other can conjure a whole new level of excitement. Sending pictures can too, if you're into the "sexting" thing. Then there's Skype and instant messaging . . .

8. Hand to Mouth — Touch each other. Really touch each other. Caress your partner's face, run your fingers through the hair, rub against each other or lightly tickle — whatever feels good. Work out the kinks (so to speak) with a massage. Groping is available if you're up for a more direct form of contact. You don't even have to use your hands. Your mouth is just as useful.

9. Sensory Deprivation — When you don't have your sight, other senses get turned up more—you hear more, you are more attuned to temperature changes, and sometimes even the feel of someone's breath as they get near you can sound like a crack of thunder. Now, imagine if you're deprived of another or more of your remaining four senses . . .

10. Fun with Food — Nine and a Half Weeks, anyone? Feed each other food. Dribble syrups and oils down each other's stomachs and backs. Lick cream off each other. Share wine the way it's supposed to be shared. Make things hot with some ice cubes.

11. Let's Dance — Dirty Dancing isn't just the best movie of all time, it's also a nice way to get the blood pumping. Just grind away or go for a specific but stimulating style (like Lambada) or go for something romantic and sweet as a simple embrace and sway. If you've two left feet, you can sit back and relax while your partner gives you a lapdance or a striptease. Let the music play.

12. Do what I want — Wildcard option. Your pick. Do something completely different or combine ideas. Note: the above are all ideas and are not the only options you have. They're just there to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Sky's the limit! Be creative!

Idea from this thread. Feedback through PMs welcome.

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And soon, the evil witch Medusa would finally be 'captured' and made to answer for her 'crimes'; buried to her neck and shoulders in a thick, translucent jelly-like substance that stuck to her and inhibited her powers. His scientists had called it 'capture gel', he believed. It was originally designed to capture and restrain powerful criminals.

But the Emperor Tenchi had other more...recreational designs for this substance at the moment.

He had his servants line the floor with a batch of the stuff by the great doors to his personal chambers, then called for his lover, Medusa. Once her bare feet were planted in it, she'd be adhered to the spot and her powers rendered inert. Of course, the Emperor had 'teasingly' told Medusa about this trick...and dropped a hint that she should where her typical witch's costume with the hood up. Not to mention another hint that she should brush up on her playful banter.

The Emperor's summons contained an intriguing challenge for Medusa: So this 'capture gel' could not only glue her in place, but could render her powers useless? Oh, she just had to test that out.

And with such an enticing invitation from Emperor Tenchi, how could she refuse?

Medusa obeyed his request, donning her Witch's garb. She chose the more ceremonial garment, which featured an open slitted dress, belted with three miniature belts at her waist with decorative straps loose at her hips. The dress had two slits at the front, trailing up to her mid-thigh. Because her legs were so exposed, Medusa wore tall, knee-high black boots. Medusa pulled up the hood, imprinted with a snake's eye on either side, and set out to answer the summons.

Her boots clicked against the floor as she walked. Once at the Emperor's doors, the guards opened the doors to allow her entrance, they had known she was coming, after all. Once the doors were open, Medusa easily spotted the gel on the floor - only a fool wouldn't see it.

Still, she'd come to test the strength of the gel, and test it she would. So she stepped forward, into the gel. As theorized, the gel glued her to the spot, and she could actually feel her powers dwindle until they disappeared. Yet she did not show any sign of alarm or concern - Medusa just smirked beneath the shadow of her hood to the Emperor.

"You summoned me, highness?"

Upon Medusa's inquiry, Emperor Tenchi lips curled into a small smirk of their own.

"Yes, I did. And you were a fool to have walked into my clutches so readily." His posture comfortable on the throne, Emperor Tenchi made a sweeping gesture to the gel Medusa was stuck in. "The substance you've just made contact with has rendered your powers inert...and yourself *mine*!"

And on that vocal cue, the capture gel slowly oozed up Medusa's body and enveloped her to her shoulders. "I know that you've been up to no good in my kingdom Medusa...and I designed this adhesive specifically with you in mind. So, what does a beautiful thing like you have to say for herself?"

The Emperor eyed Medusa keenly, wondering what angle she'd go with this time. Would she play the 'defiant captive'? Or would she try to 'plea' for her freedom?

When the gel moved up Medusa's body it coaxed a genuine expression of surprise from the Witch. She wriggled her fingers even as the gel coated her up to her shoulders. So she could still move, she just couldn't move her feet, glued to her spot. Her mouth twitched the slightest bit in displeasure, but her flawless facade and trademark smirk are soon back on her face as she looked up to him.

"I'm a Witch, majesty; naturally I'll be up to all manner of wickedness no matter where I am - it's just one of the things that makes me...me," Medusa pointed out. Of course she had no intention of expressing apologies. "Though I am curious-"

Medusa held out her arms and glanced to the gel that now coated her body. Golden eyes flickered up to Emperor Tenchi, a slight smirk tugging the corners of her mouth.

"You said I'm yours, majesty. But how can you claim a prize you cannot touch?"

That was the kind of captive she'd be: Bargaining for her freedom. She would not beg for it - but mortals, particularly mortal men, were easy enough to manipulate, she'd found.

Emperor Tenchi had to keep himself from laughing out loud. It was brief, but he could tell that he managed to pull at least one surprise on Medusa. As he slid out of his chair and strode towards his captive, the Emperor decided to reveal the other one.

With deliberate swiftness, Emperor Tenchi grabbed Medusa's gel covered arm. The witch would realize immediately that his hands did not stick to her...nor any part of her coated body he chose to touch.

"Jurain technology is truly a marvel, isn't it?" He taunted, looking at Medusa's expression. "This gel was coded specifically to target you Witch, just like I said. You and no one else." The Emperor then placed a warm hand to Medusa's cheek. "So you see, you truly at my mercy now. To pass judgment over as I deem it necessary."

"Though you've been naughty, it's good that I've been able to bring you to heel unharmed." Emperor Tenchi smirked. "It would be unforgivable if I brought harm to such a lovely and lithe figure like yours."

Medusa's eyes flared a bit as she glanced down and saw that the gel did not stick them together when he touched her. Oh, that was annoying. But Medusa kept her smirk and actually leaned her cheek against his palm when he touched her. A low chuckle purred forth from her lips.

"A marvel indeed, but can you truly tell me that the feeling of this gel that coats my body now feels better than the feeling of warm, soft skin beneath your fingers?" Medusa pointed out what she perceived to be another hitch in his plan.

Medusa tilted a brow though, at the mention of judgment. Her fangs pressed to her lower lip even as she kept her smirk strong.

"In any case, it is your intention as Emperor to pass judgment and carry out punishment, as you said," Medusa attempted to lean a bit closer to him. "Who am I to stop you? Tell me, majesty, of what do you find me guilty of, besides being 'naughty'; and how do you plan on punishing me?"

Emperor Tenchi spoke in low, and yet somehow soft, tones of his own as he responded to the Witch's words. "Certainly not, Witch. But..." He ran a strong, firm hand down Medusa's gel coated arm. "...knowing that this gel is capable of keeping every inch of you secure and helpless is worth the loss of your warm flesh beneath my fingertips. I know how a proud creature like yourself hates to be trapped. That is most arousing in and of itself! Not to mention a suitable punishment for one such as you."

The gel resisted Medusa somewhat as she tried to lean closer to the Emperor, a fact that made Tenchi smile. Good. Let her struggle and fight for every desirable action she wanted. She wouldn't be allowed to escape so easily.

"Besides, I still have your face." Emperor Tenchi leaned in a bit closer, he heat of his breath blowing against Medusa's face. "And your lips..." And with that, he slowly pressed in for a kiss.

As his hand trailed down her arm, Medusa gave the slightest frown - the faintest crack in her facade. In truth, she craved that touch of skin against skin, and this blasted gel only inhibited that feeling. Her smile returned again, shadowed by her hood as he leaned in.

She was only too eager to return that kiss, taking his lower lip between her own. Warmth flooded her face even as her tongue flickered out between her lips and brushed against the arc of his lip. Slowly Medusa tipped her head back a bit, breaking the kiss.

"That you do, majesty - but iron chains around my wrists and ankles would have sufficed," Medusa pointed out. It was not a lie, not really; without movement from her hands or feet, Medusa's magic would not work. "They would restrict my movement, my freedom, without restricting your abilities as well."

With their lips already so close, Medusa brushed her lips to his again, annoyed that she couldn't use her magic to make the kiss a little more interesting.

"Besides...the most dangerous part of a snake is her mouth..." she kissed him softly again. "...her fangs..." another kiss. "...her tongue..."

"Perhaps mere irons and cuffs would've sufficed..." The Emperor whispered during the brake in the kiss. "...but then again, ordinary metal restraints do not possess the very interesting qualities that this particular substance has."

A mental command was sent to the gel restraining Medusa from the Emperor himself. Shortly there after, a chemical reaction began within the gel's matrix. The Witch would find her body getting a bit...warm. But not uncomfortably so. In fact, quite the opposite.

"My scientists inform me that this matrix has multi-functional capabilities." The Emperor explained, a smirk on his face. "It can stimulate the body as well as restrain it! Quite useful in circumstances such as these."

The same mental command that caused the gel to warm was also causing it to slightly constrict. Medusa would find it harder and harder to keep her arms lifted as the membrane tried to pull taut. The jelly was also pushing on her knees, chest and backside trying to slowly push her to the floor.

Medusa felt the heat, it started low, almost unnoticeable and Medusa disregarded it. But the feeling of heat under her skin, burning within, it made Medusa's breath quicken in her chest. Rapidly did it rise and fall - and Medusa did not like one bit that such a creation could coax such a reaction from her with no visible command from the Emperor.

But she could do nothing. Her magic was useless to her now, virtually she was a slave to the will of the gel; the will of the Emperor.

Still, it surprised her when she felt the gel constrict. No, she wouldn't have it; she would not allow herself to be forced down in addition to being restricted as she was by the gel. But as much as she struggled, and struggle she did - though it hardly showed, Medusa was forced down slowly. Her knees buckled beneath her, forcing her to the floor before Emperor Tenchi.

Yet still, the look in her golden eyes was full of defiance. Shadow still cast over her face from her hood, making her expression even darker.

"Seems your scientists were correct in that assessment, majesty; this substance has many uses indeed."

The gel did a good job of constraining Medusa's movements, but Emperor Tenchi's keen eyes were nonetheless capable of detecting the slight movements in musculature that punctuated Medusa's brief struggles. A satisfied smile appeared on the Emperor's face. He'd be sure to reward his research staff greatly when this was over.

And now the Witch was on her knees, where she belonged. His tall figure cast a dark shadow over the woman that was trapped at his feet. A slight flick of the wrist from the Emperor, and Medusa's hood was flipped back, revealing the Witch's blonde hair and golden eyes in full.

"You can fight all you like, my dear...please, do so in fact. It will only bring me more enjoyment." The Emperor taunted, then his grin grew a bit wider. "But tell me, what are you willing to do to go free? Would a Witch be willing to give up her pride for such a thing?"

While the Emperor spoke, the goo around Medusa's shoulders began to bubble and fidget slightly, as if it was making a move to encase the rest of her head.

Medusa could feel the gel moving, creeping up. She knew the threat was very real. The thought of the gel overtaking her head terrified her. Would she be able to speak? Would she be able to breathe??

Desperation set in, but only slightly. She made sure to keep her face calm, careful not to betray just how worried she was. Hood cast back by her Emperor, Medusa blinked up at him before she gave a soft sigh. She had no choice, and she knew it. Eyes turned clouded and became half-lidded in lust.

"You have me in quite a position, majesty. How can I resist your will?"

Not that she wouldn't, because a Witch will always fight for her freedom when trapped by mortals. Still, the more she seemed to struggle, the more she realized that it was doing her no good. But, it was indeed bringing some sort of pleasure to the Emperor.

"What would you ask of me, majesty? I would give you any pleasure you desire," Medusa purred. "I am a Witch, after all. I can give you pleasure as no mortal woman can - no matter what corner of the galaxy she hails from. You need only free me from this substance a little..."

Thanks to his own magical abilities and senses, the Emperor was able to poke at Medusa's feelings and insecurities. He could tell that she was unnerved, though only slightly. Good.

"No, I suppose you can't resist. Not in your current, unfortunate state." The Emperor conceded with a dominant smirk. "Courtesy of my obviously laid trap that you so carelessly blundered into, I virtually have complete control over your current form."

The Emperor now tried something else. The matrix that made up the gel could really be considered a powerful computer network. A few additional mental commands, and it could access subspace pockets and all other sorts of locations and materials.

Another mental command was sent, and the 'gears' of the gel-matrix were sent in motion. In short order, Medusa's dress morphed into her old black jumpsuit; and the boots vanished off her feet leaving them bare. The warmth of the gel was particularly tingly on her painted toes.

"Impressed? Well, I suppose it hardly matters now." The Emperor noted, crossing his arms and standing tall. "I want your pride, yes. But that entails far more than what you're offering." He warned.

"The surrender of pride means total submission. And for a Witch, total submission means turning her back on her heritage. Would you, in exchange for freedom, declare yourself a human? A mere mortal?" The Emperor asked.

Medusa silently cursed herself for being so arrogant in her desire to test out this gel. Now she was stuck in this situation with no escape other than the hope of winning the Emperor over and convincing him to release her. So really, her only weapon now was her tongue, which historically had served her well.

As the gel reacted to Emperor Tenchi's will, Medusa jumped a little, startled at the sudden change in the feeling of the fabric against her skin. Golden eyes widened, totally astounded by the change occurring before her very eyes. Was this some manner of magic, or technology? Not that it really mattered...

She glanced up to him again as he continued speaking. Her anxious, almost hopeful expression turned around completely, transformed into one of pure rebellious anger. Medusa bared her fangs to Emperor Tenchi. Oh no, this snake still had some bite and venom left.

"To declare myself human would be equivalent to killing myself. Willingly going into death would be far better than to declare myself human," Medusa snapped. "Do not expect me to renounce my magic and proclaim myself human. It won't happen no matter what threat you put before me."

"And what if I informed you that we Jurai have a method of converting strong willed Witches like yourself into humans? Mere mortals with limited life and no magical senses or power?" The Emperor said simply, dropping the bombshell.

"You've experienced the many functions of this new adhesive weapon. But you've yet to experience it's most devious and complex." Suddenly, Medusa would feel something akin to a static cling all over her body, from the tips of her toes to her bared shoulders.

"My latest command allowed the gel-matrix to access the most sacred source of all Jurai power...the Tree of Purification." The Emperor explained. "You feel it's power coursing through you now. Be forewarned, it might tingle a little." He taunted. "In five hours, if you are not released from the gel, you will become permanently and irrevocably human."

"I wonder..." The Emperor mused. "...does that little tidbit of information change your view on things?"

Medusa said nothing more then. She simply sat silently, adjusting to the tingling sensation forming beneath her skin. At first she had enjoyed the feeling, but when he revealed what it would do to her...

No. Unacceptable.

"And what is the appeal of turning me human, hm?" Medusa countered, with a bit more anger and venom than she had intended. "If you remove my magic, you will not terminate the wickedness within my soul. Most of the experiments and things that I have done can be performed without magic, again and again and again."

All the same, Medusa didn't want to become human, and would do just about anything to keep that fate from befalling her.

But she would not beg - that's what he wanted. She knew she had to make him think she didn't want it.

"So I ask again: What is the point, what pleasure is there in making me human?"

"The point? I wish to do so. Simply put, that's all there is to it." The Emperor flatly declared. "I care not about the wickedness in your soul, nor do I care to prevent you from further experimentation. I desire to strip away part of your identity...simply because I have the means to do so."

The Emperor's rough face became smug and grim. "A man who's realm bestrides the galaxy from one end to the next often has no need to clarify or explain his actions, beyond the reason that he merely wishes them to happen."

The Emperor pinged at Medusa's feelings again. The Witch was still too prideful to surrender. But that was fine. She'd need that spirit for this next bit.

"So, if you won't beg...then fine." He declared. "You can fight, instead. For you see, there is one thing I want see more than your pride thrown away. I want to see you struggle! I want to see your lovely body twist and turn as it tries to free itself from the trap I've laid down."

The Emperor's eyes locked directly with Medusa's golden ones. "Fight the pull of the gel and get on your feet...if you want to stay a Witch so badly. If all you can do is stay on your knees, you might as well refer to yourself as a weak human already."

Ah, a mere display of power and ability. Now that was something Medusa could understand. She could appreciate that. The anxiety and faint feeling of fear disappeared and Medusa smirked. Silently she listened, though she chuckled deeply at the issued challenge.

Medusa summoned all her strength, pushing the pleasured thoughts of that tingling sensation from her mind. She would need to focus if she wanted to move. Medusa took a deep breath. She was on her knees now, so they were adhered to the floor along with her feet. Medusa had no interest in moving her feet, not now anyway. All she needed to do was stand.

She could still feel the heat and tingle of the gel against her skin - commanding her to remain on her knees before her Emperor. Medusa focused, envisioning herself standing, giving more thought and energy into the act than she would have ever thought possible. She imagined each muscle, each movement.

Her first attempt proved fruitless, for no matter how hard she pulled and struggled, her knees were glued fast to the floor. Medusa allowed herself to breathe heavily a moment. Once she caught her breath though, she summoned her strength and tried again.

Slowly, through every ounce of force and strength the Witch had, Medusa started to push up. Her entire body trembled violently as she rose. She managed to get to her feet, though her knees were still bent as she smirked up at the Emperor.

"At least give me a task that poses a challenge for me."

"As you wish, m'lady." The Emperor answered coolly. If he was impressed by Medusa's struggles, it didn't show on his face. Indeed, he was already preoccupied with setting up Medusa's next 'challenge'. He extended a hand, and used some sort of magical force to manipulate a few buttons on a side panel. Shortly thereafter, a strong and sturdy rope appeared over Medusa's head.

It was probably clear what was going to happen next, but the Emperor was certainly willing to clarify. "You are on your feet. That's good...but it's not the end. I'm still not satisfied. Not totally. Your next task is to grasp the rope above you and hold on to it. If you can stay on your feet to manage that much, I'll let you know the *final* task you'll need to complete."

Under normal circumstances, grabbing a rope would be simple enough. But the thick capture gel was still weighing down Medusa's arms...not to mention her entire body to boot.

The slightest hint of displeasure showed in Medusa's face. Not because she had another obstacle to overcome, but because she had no choice but to obey like some kind of trained dog.

It didn't sit well with her.

Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath from rising, and staying, on her feet. Medusa glanced golden eyes up to the rope. It seemed to get farther away the longer she looked at it. Once again, she focused her strength, putting it all in her right arm. Medusa's hand began to tremble as she slowly moved her arm up. That trembling soon spread throughout her arm, and evolved into all-out shaking.

Medusa wanted to drop her arm and try again, the ache in her biceps growing too great to ignore and tolerate. Still, she forced her arm up. Once at her shoulder she allowed her hand to rest there, and regain her strength.

She breathed a bit heavily again for a few minutes, waiting for the dull ache in her muscles to fade. After a few minutes, the ache was still there, but it was bearable.

Right off the bat, as Medusa moved to raise her arm again, her arm began shaking. Still, Medusa ignored it and forced herself to continue. Fingers grazed the edge of the rope, and desperately Medusa wriggled her fingers to try and grab it.

She still needed an inch or two more.

Medusa took another deep breath and forced her arm higher, ignoring the pain shooting through her arm and into her shoulder. Her middle and index fingers squeezed the rope between themselves before Medusa was able to wrap her fingers more completely around the rope.

But Medusa lacked the energy for arrogant banter this time. Instead, golden eyes glanced to Emperor Tenchi.

"And now, majesty?"

The Emperor watched silently as Medusa eventually managed to finger and grasp the rope. Upon completion of the arduous task, something of a cruel smile appeared on his lips. He was really interested to see how she'd complete this next task.

"The key to your freedom lies just above you, up on that hidden compartment." The Emperor began. And sure enough, if Medusa looked up she could see something that looked like a smallish-sized container, held up to the ceiling by a *very* weak magnetic force. A simple knock would make it fall to the ground. But one would have to reach it first, which ultimately explained this final challenge.

"Those pills grant immunity to the capture gel." The Emperor explained. "Permanent immunity. If you manage to swallow one, the gel will retreat from you and you will have nothing to fear from it again. But of course, you will have to climb the rope to do so." And thus actually *lift* her feet from the floor. On paper, capture-gel was elastic and it was possible to stretch it somewhat, however difficult. And Medusa would have the rope to help brace herself. But there was another catch.

"However, I'm also giving you a time limit." The gel around Medusa's shoulders bubbled again as started oozing upward ever slowly. "You have one hour to win this fight against the gel. In one hour, the gel will encase your head completely, ending with your mouth. The gel is permeable to air, so you will still be able to breathe...but the same can not be said for objects like pills. Including the ones you need to regain your right to freedom." The Emperor glanced up at the compartment. "I suggest you get started. Unless you prefer being a human for eternity?"

Normally this would be the part where she asked what guarantee she had that these pills would work - Medusa didn't like to waste effort. But considering she only had an hour to climb the rope and it had taken her the better part of twenty minutes to stand up and grab the rope in the first place, she couldn't afford to waste time.

But the rope just seemed so long. The task seemed impossible. But she didn't even give the slightest inkling that she was going to give up or how hopeless she really was.

First things first: She had to raise her other arm to grasp the rope and help pull herself up. As she had already done it before, Medusa mimicked the same motions she had with her right arm: She focused her energy, lifted her left arm as far as she could before resting her hand on her shoulder. Once she could move her arm again, Medusa lifted it, ignoring the shaking in her muscles and forced her fingers to grasp the rope.

She heaved a slight sigh, letting her body go loose, hoping it would make her climb easier. Medusa willed all of her strength to her arms, pulling up as best she could. But she didn't budge. Medusa bit her lower lip, fangs sinking into her skin and leaving it red and slightly swollen. She focused on the pain, hoping it would fuel her - which it did indeed help. Medusa pulled up with her arms, face turning red as she exerted so much energy.

This time proved more fruitful. Slowly, almost painfully, the gel stretched like incredibly tight elastic. As the gel crept up Medusa's shoulders, she knew her time was running out.

One hand moved up, squeezing the rope and pulling herself up. With each pull to bring herself higher up the rope, Medusa could feel the pull of the gel dragging her, trying to force her back to the ground. It felt as if the gel was tugging her skin from her very bones, especially around her feet.

It was a tedious task, and she would be sure to exact her bitter revenge once she got her magic back. How much time had passed since she'd left the floor? Thirty minutes? Forty? Medusa wasn't sure...

Still, she seemed close enough to touch the box now. But she was afraid to release her grip even with one hand - worried that she'd fall to the ground again. After a few minutes, she reached out, moving to grasp the box - but instead, she knocked it by accident and sent the box falling to the ground.

"Damn..." The gel had wrapped around the back of her head by now. Soon it would overtake her. Medusa didn't have time to climb back down the rope.

So she didn't. Medusa released her grip on the rope with her other hand and let the gel pull her back to the floor. She hit it hard, smacking her back against it and letting out a sharp grunt of pain, feeling it shoot through her. Golden eyes flickered around once she regained her senses, looking for the box.

It had landed a few inches from her hand, which had been stuck to the ground thanks to the gel. Still, Medusa reached, desperation fueling her now. Lithe fingers just barely touched the box, pushing it open and reaching inside, grabbing one of the pills the Emperor had spoken of.

The gel had covered her nose now, and was getting close to her mouth. Fighting the pull of the gel to keep her arm against the ground, Medusa moved to pop the pill into her mouth.

Medusa had nothing to fear...for the pill *did* work as intended. The reaction was immediate. Immediately after swallowing the pill, a 'hissing' sound emanated from the gel covering the Witch. Immediately, all the 'status effects' that Medusa had to endure wore off. The gel itself grew weak and cold. And slowly, it began to peel off of her...melting away as if fresh snow exposed to morning sun.

And through it all, a faint clapping was heard. The Emperor was standing over Medusa yet again, with a slight smile on his stony features and giving her a golf clap. "Most impressive. I'll have to admonish my team of scientists, though. I was assured that trap was inescapable. Even so, the footage from your struggles should serve as a record to improve their work. That, however, no longer concerns you. As promised, you are now free. Perhaps a tad disappointing, but it was freedom certainly well earned and I won't begrudge you that."

Medusa remained on the floor for some time, chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath. After several minutes she rose - her body still shaking from the exhaustion of fighting the pull of the gel.

Still, she managed to stand. It felt too good to have her power back - surging through her veins like a drug. Golden eyes seemed to glow as she looked upon the Emperor again.

"I'm sure your scientists didn't take my strength into account during their calculations," Medusa smirked. "All the same..."

Medusa crossed her arms before her chest, suddenly feeling very cocky in contemplating what she could possibly do to the Emperor for putting her through all that.

"After all that, this is how this little encounter of yours ends?"

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The Foreplay Meme

Karen Donahue | OC | F/M

Medusa Gorgon || Soul Eater || OTA, prefer F/M

Scanty || Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt || OTA, prefer F/M

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