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Photos: 67th Berlinale International Film Festival – “The Party” Premiere, Press Conference and Photocall

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STRANGER THINGS 4.07 - Chapter 7: The Massacre at Hawkings Lab

night-triumphantt:

Ok this is officially, my last @bladesappreciationweek post, I didnt exactly finish it in time but I wanted to do a group pic with some low key redesigns for the whole crew :) I had a lot of fun doing these redesigns all week, & thank you very much to everyone who helped organize this!

(As an aside what absolutely rediculous story do u guys reckon mal is telling )

aanonymouse4o:

The two young guests at the party came over to where O was standing on the plinth with Natalie curled up at her feet.  As Natalie sat on the stone flagstones she was conscious of her lack of underwear, even though her body was not in direct contact with the hard stone.

The young man who had introduced himself to Sir Stephen and the Commander as Nathan P______ walked up to O, showing none of the diffidence or shyness of most of the other guests.  Following him was the young girl with the pearl choker and the tea roses attached to her wrists.  She looked young and innocent in her white dress, even though it was just a little too short, and the material a little too thin.  The young man grabbed O by the breast, while his other hand sought her sex. Then he slapped one breast sharply. He laughed.  He slapped it again.  O did not cry out or move.  The Owl looked straight ahead, as though what happened to the woman’s body was no concern of the Owl, The Hunter Goddess.

Nathan pulled his young companion close, then he put her hands on either side of O’s waist.  They almost went around, so narrow had the waist become.  Nathan pointed out the obvious, that the narrow waist, beside making O look more vulnerable, emphasized the breasts and the curves above and O’s hips and loins below.  He turned O around and had the girl trace the lines on O’s back where she had been whipped and on her backside and thighs where she had been cropped. He made her take O’s buttocks in her hands and squeeze them.  Her fingers were placed on the places where O had been branded, her forefinger delicately traced the brand’s curves.

Turning O around, Nathan made her caress O’s breasts, softly moving them, making them move under her hands.  Natalie burned with anger, seeing this young women, around her own age, take O in ways which Sir Stephen had forbidden to her, caressing Natalie’s object of love, of adoration, of desire; the woman Natalie longed to emulate.  Natalie longed to be in this girl’s place, caressing O. Then from nowhere a vision came to Natalie of herself standing here naked, being caressed by this girl. Natalie was confused, but held on more fiercely to the leash.  She closed her eyes to the vision of the girl in white caressing O.  Her eyes closed, Natalie saw a new vision: the girl in white, naked in a full mask, standing still while Natalie caressed her as O was caressed, caressed her as a young owl who wore a pearl choker.  Natalie made a little cry and opened her eyes.  Both Nathan and his companion looked at her curiously, but said nothing and turned their attentions back to O.

Nathan had the girl feel O’s thighs and bringing a candle close to O’s belly demonstrated how O was pierced by Iron Rings, and how she was attached to Natalie’s leash.

“I am going to do this to you”, he said quietly.

Then taking the girls fingers he had her explore O’s sex, thrusting in and out.  Then shockingly, he took her hand, and conveyed her fingers to her mouth. Surprised she opened her mouth and took her fingers inside.

“Lick them clean”, he said.

When she had done that, he placed his own fingers in O, then and lifted them up and smelled them.  Just as Natalie thought he was going to make the girl lick them too, he took the back of her neck and forced his fingers into Natalie’s mouth. As the tongue and lips in her violated mouth sucked and licked clean his fingers, Natalie was very conscious she wore no underwear.  She wondered if Nathan knew that.  Her nipples hardened as her knees weakened and she sat on the marble bench behind O

Natalie wished she had used the toilet at Sir Stephen’s villa before they left for the party. She felt an urgent need to empty herself and wondered if the fact she wore no underwear made her more conscious of that.  And she couldn’t leave O, By Sir Stephen’s command, she was as attached to the leash as O was.  Sir Stephen had given her the responsibility of holding the leash and he was already displeased with her for taking off her sweater and leggings. She hoped he did not know about the panties.  She held her legs together and felt very naked under her knee length dress.

Natalie watched as Nathan led the girl away. Natalie wondered if the girl with the pearl choker wore any underwear. She wondered.

aanonymouse4o:

O stood on the plinth between the bar and the buffet.   A marble bench was behind her, while two torches blazed on the cloister’s balustrade behind her.  The moonlight coming from above foreshortened her shadow, while the back light from the torches made the feathers of the Owl Mask stand out.  The shadows from her breasts caused moving patterns of light and dark across her belly; the shadow of her belly cast into darkness the details of the attachment of the leash to the rings.  On the other hand, the light picked out the marks on the slopes of her upper breasts where she had been cropped and the same on her thighs.

More than before O seemed an unworldly figure, a goddess of the hunt, an inhuman creature not of this world.  But her body, naked and vulnerable, showed the marks in her obviously human body, a woman under the whip.

Goddess and sacrifice, neither entirely of this world.

Dancers would drift close, and slow their movements as they gazed upon her.  Some even dared to touch her; then feeling that her skin was warm, some caressed her. None thought to speak to her, although a few asked Natalie questions about her condition.

Two women sitting together at a table walked over carrying a candlestick and examined O closely, even sitting her down on the marble bench and spreading her legs.  They held the candles close, the flames almost touching her thighs as they examined how she was connected to the leash.  They saw how the Iron rings pierced her and examined the tags that hung from them.  One held the crossed whip and crop emblem of Roissy on one side, and Sir Stephen’s initials on the other.  A second held the initials on one side and Sir Stephen’s signet on the other.  As a drop of wax fell on her flesh, O flinched a little bit.  Seeing this, the woman who held the candle shook it, causing more wax to land on O’s sensitive inner thighs.  This time O did not move.  It was only the unexpectedness of the first wax that caused her to move.

As other guests drifted over, the women demonstrated to them, the leash, the rings, the tags, and the marks of the whip on O’s breasts and belly.  One of the men asked that she be turned around and they gazed on the places where O had been whipped, and where Sir Stephen had branded his initials into her. One man felt her ass, and then reaching through seized the ring and tags from behind.  Natalie felt the leash jerk in her hand.  He caressed O’s sex for a moment while the others watched, then removed his hand, astonished at his actions.

Sometimes the crowd around O was large, sometimes small, as guests drifted towards her and others left to dance or to get a drink or some food.

O stood or sat as the guests moved her body like a doll, and did not speak at all, nor did anyone speak to her. Natalie only spoke to answer their questions otherwise she sat on the ground at O’s feet, an acolyte to the goddess and a holder of the sacrifice.

aanonymouse4o:

The breeze made the torches dance and caused the thin dresses of the young girls to move.  Goosebumps showed on their skin.  The crowd thinned further, more and more guests making their thanks and their farewells to the Commander and Sir Stephen.

Soon there were only a few men left.  They took O and pushed her back lying on a table, her legs splayed and open.  The chain in her irons ran down by one table leg, still held in Natalie’s hand.  By the other leg was Collette.  Two men took O in quick succession, their jism almost steaming as it ran out of her and down the crack in her rear.  Then the arrogant young man took O brutally, pulling out to leave his emission on the front of her pubis.  He cleaned himself on a nearby napkin, commanded the young girl to do up his fly buttons.  She did so quickly and without fumbling, then leaned forward suddenly and kissed Natalie lightly on the ligs.  “I’m Camille, I love you, remember me,” she said.  The young man yanked her up by her hair, smiled wolfishly at the Commander and Sir Stephen and left, looking mighty pleased with himself.

I’ve been kissed thought Natalie, I always thought it would be by O.

I wonder if she will go to Roissy, thought Natalie.  I would like to whip her.

Then one after another, Sir Stephen and the Commander took O.

In the early morning light, a car came to take O back to Roissy.  Sir Stephen and the Commander went to the English Yacht Club.  Norah came with servants to clean away the party and took Natalie back to the Villa at Florville near Nice.

After her night on the frigid stone in the cool air, Natalie came down with pneumonia.  Although Sir Stephen sent her to hospital, she contracted rheumatic fever and was in hospital for six months.

When Natalie left hospital, Jacqueline was no longer in contact with Rene and Sir Stephen She had not loved Rene enough to go to Roissy.  She had left him for a more generous, less demanding lover, the director of her film. Months later after she recovered Natalie was turned away by Norah from Sir Stephen’s door, and resolved to keep herself as he had wanted her, unspoiled by any caresses, until she contacted him again when she left the Lycee.

aanonymouse4o:

The Events of Part IV of Story of O, The Owl, as seen through the eyes of Jacqueline’s sister Natalie

Sir Stephen led the way.  Natalie, in her bare feet and thin dark dress followed leading O on the leash attached to the Iron Rings that pierced her lower lips. Natalie was happy and proud that she, not Norah, was chosen to led O.  Natalie could not have borne it, if she had been excluded from the Party.

The party was on a terrace, surrounded by a cloister on three sides.  In the centre, some 12 people were dancing to music from an old fashioned record player. Around the open, flag-stoned area where they danced were set tables with candles and couples talking in low tones. The outside of the cloister was lit with torches, while the bright full moon shone down on the scene.

As Sir Stephen entered and then stepped aside, O and her dark clad, dark haired young companion were outlined in the torchlight and illuminated from above by the pagan moon.  Conversation ceased as one person after another noticed the naked figure in the Owl mask, being led on a leash attached to her lower lips.  Not attached surely?  No, surely not, it must be some trick of the light.

The music stopped as the boy at the record player caught sight of The Owl as he was changing to another record.  As the music stopped, the dancers turned and saw O. The silence was broken as people spoke in low voices.

O stood like one of those old strange Egyptian gods, with the head of an bird and the body of a women.  Under the moonlight, with the candles and the torchlight casting light and shadow on her body as she moved it was a surreal tableau. One minute O looked like a goddess, above all earthly concerns.  The next she looked very much a woman chains, bound naked to be a sacrifice to the old gods under the moon.  Under her dark bangs, and in O’s shadow, Natalie’s face could not be seen, just her black dress, her bare legs and feet the only part of her which caught the light.

“Who is she, who does she belong to”, a man said, too loudly in the whispering silence around them. “You, if you like” someone replied, either The commander or Sir Stephen, Natalie could not tell in her elevated state.

The music started again, and the dancing and the conversation continued, but even though they pretended not to stare, O was the centre of the party.