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Thread: "love fluid of the innocent'.....Shamelessdesires and Pinkbunny

Esmerelda stepped back to watch the reaction of the bite. It always depended on many variables, from the size and build of her victims, to their mentality to the degree of their stubbornness. Alicia's fierceness and struggling only helped to propel the chemical faster throughout her body, the girl's eyes showing just how quickly it was acting on her. Stepping up against her captive again, The Mistress grabbed the girl's tits savagely and twisted them..... you will be aware of everything happening to you, my little slave, she began, whispering in the girl's ear....That's the beauty of my bite...of course you'll still wish to struggle and resist me---as a matter of fact, I want you to! it will only speed up the process... She took a hand and slipped it between the girl's legs, pinching her pussy lips. My slave and I are vampires. Since no woman wishes to tell her age, let's just say I'm somewhere around......300, give or take a decade, and of course you have already met my slave....Tabitha is younger, about 2....hundred, that is..... She took a finger and slipped it in the girl's pussy, thrusting in and out a few time, licking her lips..... Unlike the nightwalkers of old, we don't require blood to keep us alive and young. What we need---and what you will supply---is your vaginal fluid. In another words, we'll milk you, drain your cum juice out of you, but before we start, you need to submit to me. Of course I expect some apprehension, but it will be so much easier on you if you cooperate with us.... Esmerelda walked over to a closet and took out a whip.....I believe it is time for your first lessons in obedience.... The woman stepped back a few feet then, bringing back her right arm, began whipping her bound and gagged captive.....a few easy strokes across her belly, then harder ones across her tits, pussy and thighs...... YOU WILL COOPERATE!.......'WHACK!' YOU BELONG TO ME....!.......'WHACK!' GONNA MILK AND DRAIN YOU UNTIL YOUR'E NOTHING!.....'WHACK!' NOD YOUR HEAD AND SHOW ME YOU UNDERSTAND!.....'WHACK!' YOU ARE NOW MINE!......'WHACK!'
Thread: "love fluid of the innocent'.....Shamelessdesires and Pinkbunny

Alicia made an attempt to growl at Esmeralda but with the gag in her mouth it came more of a snort that an actually growl. In fact it sounded more like she was clearing her throat. He eyes, while still a little spaced out were still cold and angry, at least up until she felt the finger inside her pussy. Her entire body twitched as she had not expected and further more she really did not want anything in there. Alicia was still a virgin and this was in no way how she wanted that to change. She wasn't enjoying this set up and while she knew she really had no say in the matter, the Woman had made it clear she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon by simply just grabbing squeezing and twisting her breasts. Then Alicia noticed the whip. She wasn't sure when the whip had come out but seeing gave her not even a second before the first lash across her torso. It stung and wasted no time bring tears to her eyes. Sadly that was the least painful one as a second came across her stomach, and then a third. She though the worst was over but really Esmeralda was just simply changing targets. Soon she felt one across her chest and then her legs. the words seems to just stick together as Alicia was both drugged and the pain was taking most of the attention she had, the words were not registering as an actual language she could understand.
Thread: "love fluid of the innocent'.....Shamelessdesires and Pinkbunny

Tabitha was almost finished with a customer but couldn't help but look backwards toward the hidden door behind her and was getting aroused....she knew at this very moment, her Mistress was torturing their new captive, and just the thought of the girl being strung up, naked and struggling made her wish that she could shoo away her customer and close up the store. That however was not to be....Mistress had made it clear the store must remain open to keep the facade going....it was the spiderweb made to snare unsuspecting victims... About 30 min later, she went downstairs to check up on Mistress's progress. Sure enough, their captive was being whipped with special attention to the girl's sensitive areas.....Tabitha held back a gasp, instantly turned on by the sight..... Esmerelda took a long tube, a pussy pump and a huge vibrator from the closet.... time for your first milking, slave, she announced.....I like to start while my victims still have rebellion and anger in their veins.... She shoved the vibrator up the girl's cunt and set the dial on full power....it was as strong as an Hitachi Magic wand and just about guaranteed to force the girl to orgasm. Stepping back to watch Alicia struggle, she applied some adhesive to the rim of the clear rubber pump and sealed it over the girls' pulsating pussy, the long tube attached running down to a large plastic bottle.
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

bump!!
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

Females need only apply.
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

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Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

Tifa Catches Jungle Fever You are a really talented trained martial artist in search of something to help someone. Your journey brings you into a remote jungle. You take a few steps and suddenly you're assaulted by a dreaded King Marlboro. Normally, you wouldn't have any problems with any random enemies, but you're not prepared for this baddie, during your battle with the creature you get hit with the Marlboro's special malady , you've contracted some type of new ailment you weren't aware of. You feel yourself slipping into a sedated state. You blackout during the battle, but not before you're saved by a... A black leopard man? No, it's a guy in a leopard suit. You want to thank your guardian, but it's embarrassing. A side-effect of the Marlboro's drugging is your body producing more heat, it's not painful at all, it's rather pleasant, everything is sensitive and your thoughts are crazy ...you just need to get this out of your system. You learn that the man who saved you is in fact a chief and ruler. Unprotected sex with the nic gentleman who just spared you from the nasty Malboro? Seems kinda foregone.
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

Pairings Black Panther x Black Widow Black Panther x Tifa Lockhart Black Panther x Zatanna Black Panther x Raven Black Panther x Storm Black Panther x Bayonetta Black Panther x Princess Peach Black Panther x Princess Zelda Black Panther x Psylocke Black Panther x Laura Matsuda Black Panther x Femme Loki Black Panther x Vixen Black Panther x Harley Quinn Black Panther x Emma Frost Black Panther x Wonder Woman Black Panther x Power Girl Black Panther x Black Canary Black Panther x Chun-Li Black Panther x Lili Rochefort Black Panther x Velma Dinkley Black Panther x Shiraki Meiko Black Panther x Dr. Girlfriend
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

Craving This at the Moment.
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

The King's Special Essence Bayonetta gets BLACKED A certain Umbra Witch requires a donation most lewd. A man's essence, not just any man's essence will do. Only the essence of a true bred Zulu-king can satisfy her. Who else but the King of Wakanda? Some speak of witches who extract the vitality of powerful men, to cast their potent sexual magicks, keeping themselves eternally youthful and spunky in spirits. These are mere tales, or so they say. The king obliges to her unusual request and lowers trou on the spot, hearts blossom in her eyes at such a magnificent sight. Taking it in both hands. It's SO big, she purs enthusiastically. leaning in, her lips caressing the top. She glanced up from her task with a wicked smirk. Thank you M'lord. Don't respond to this post unless you want some long dick loving. This isn't that bullshit you're use to. It will be rough, and I won't be very nice.
Thread: Black Panther on the prowl for smutty heroines (Details inside)

Let's try this again.
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE The Horror of Witches Transformation Rp BUMP
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE The Horror of Witches Transformation Rp Sounds more like you're describing a succubus rather than a witch. But maybe you're trying to avoid the horns and the wings that succubi are frequently depicted with. Based on your opening paragraph, are you looking for a female protagonist or either gender to play opposite your witch?
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE The Horror of Witches Looking for F Transformation Rp BUMP
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE The Horror of Witches Looking for F BUMP
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE Detective x Mafia Looking for F BUMP With a New Craving!
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

RE Detective x Mafia Looking for F BUMP
Thread: Cosplayers! (Looking for F)

BUMP!! Huge craving for Cosplaying and Villains!
Thread: Incest Idea Twins [shemale/male male/male]

Very interested in this. Please let me know if this idea is still available!
Thread: Looking for roleplays on YIM

Bumming this up. Apart from the above mentioned scenarios, I am open to all sort of other scenes as well. Can write dark as well as light scenarios. Open to playing multiple chars as well.
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

RE It will blow your mind... NSFW You could blow my mind any time. LOL
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RE Taming white girls. Wives, girlfriends and superheroines. NSFW I like
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RE You say Interracial but you just want Big. Black. Cock. NSFW What could be more interesting then, but an female judge or DA that starts to focus in on the club. But have a daughter that hangs with the wrong crowd?
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

RE Ready for BDSM and BBC? NSFW The news came to you yesterday, that Dr. Robert Granger, your mentor at Savannah State College had passed away in Worcester, Mass. where he was now full Professor of African American Studies. Your contact with him the last few years had been minimal, but his influence and the guidance he provided you in your formative years was quite pronounced. He not only educated you but taught you about life and particularly how important it was to be able to cross over into white society, how ever false it might be. The best way to do that he said was to marry a white woman who was part of a social environment that always allowed you to be visible and distinguished within it. One of those phony liberal types who always preach their social conscience. ' First you charm them and impress them with your intelligence, them you hook them with your cock. Once they taste it, you own them and make them do anything you want. You control them and never let them forget it. You make them the white slave bitches that they made our ancestors. At the time you remember the timid white wife that he paraded around Savannah and so proudly showed off as his baby girl. Now years later all you knew was that he had married another white bitch and now with his passing, if nothing else you were curious about her. You immediately made plans to get the funeral. Doc was 67 yo, his widow Arrika now 45 were married 12 years ago, apparently she was a grad student of his at the State University when they began their relationship. True to his philosophy, she is an elementary school principal, well connected in the community and she was a fine faculty wife for Dr Granger. She was quite subordinate to him at all times publically, always well dressed, groomed and very social. But never would she do other than yield to him and even seem shy and timid in his presence. She had two sons from a prior marriage, but they both were grown and on their own. Yet at 5'6, 145 lbs, her 38 c breasts were very evident and she had enough thickness in the hips and thighs to create arousal in you. Shoulder length brown hair, and brown eyes highlighted her fair complexion and her name was of German decent. The few times you phoned Doc over the years to check in, she seemed to know your name and was never anything but polite and engaging. Your presence now at the funeral although not a complete surprise to her, seemed a bit strained at first. There seemed to an immediate tension between you, she would look away if your eyes met, her head lowering, turning away quickly, or stepping back if you were close. Watching her carefully as she greeted guests and manage the after funeral gathering at the house, you began to read her submissiveness. Slowly the pieces began to fit for you. This white bitch aristocratic was everything Doc has told you about. She was merely a facade, a veneer for Doc. She was really his slave...his white slut. And you knew now that if you wanted, you would pick up the pieces...
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

RE Ready for BDSM and BBC? NSFW Rough and Hard. Dirty and kinky...humiliating for a white bitch
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

RE You know you can't help it. NSFW Hope we can have some fun over YIM
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RE Big Black Cock can tame any woman -NSFW- maybe you'd consider buying me in a sex slave auction?
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

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Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

still wondering if you'd buy me
Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

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Thread: Big Black Cock can tame any pussy -NSFW-

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Thread: الرياض‎ 2055 (Sayuri og JanÅgeSolstad)

Things had changed after the bomb dropped. Before then, Islam had had a center, a set point where all of its adherents could unite as equals in the eyes of their lord. That was before 2020. On the first day of that year, everything had changed. Mecca, once the center of one of the world's largest religions, had vanished into a crater of glass and ash. Hajj had been cancelled, and then rapidly reinstated in the Kingdom's attempts to prevent its religion from being subverted. But it was too late. New Meccas had popped up--in Indonesia, Pakistan, Syria, even one in Chechnya. Whereas Islam had once had two major branches, now there were dozens, and what had once been a united religion was now as fragmented as the Kingdom itself. Each city was now a city state. Jedda was the biggest, but Riyadh, Riyadh was where things happened . The highest level of the city's skyscrapers were serviced by all of the latest in technology, flying cars, robotic guards with jetpacks, good delivered by drones and more. These were where the elites lived the descendants of royalty, businessmen, and the other very wealthy sectors of society. The bottom was, fittingly, where the lowest in society lived. Here, where one could almost find the roots of the skyscrapers, everything had a price. Drugs, alcohol, weapons, even human beings were bought and sold, and offenses were responded to with force. One didn't get far there without a weapon, whether by using one or displaying it where everyone could see it. And the middle sections of the skyscrapers... that was where he lived. Faisal Al Assad, son of a successful surgeon and the heir to the family fortune. He was barely aged twenty five, but a lifetime spent alternatively at school, at the gym, or plugged into the newest VR games hadn't equipped him with the skills to find a life partner of his own. And that was where Islam had re-entered his life. As it turned out, people still followed it. Good people like him, who didn't drink or gamble or have other vices. People from his social class, who might be interested in marrying him. Of course, it had taken some time for him to flip through the books filled with profiles of women listed like they were resumes, but in the end, his choice had been simple. Sameera was the prettiest of them all by far, and she was from a good family. She'd be a good wife for him. Fais had dressed for the occasion. A western suit, polished shoes, he'd cut and styled his hair and now he stood in the highest grandroom his family could afford, a beautiful decorated place that offered a view of the ground below and the passing skycars and drones overhead. His family was seated already, and they, like him, were waiting for her. The ceremony would be quick. A few words here and there and then they'd go back to Fais's flat, to... he adjusted his collar and looked to the door again. Well. He'd cross that bridge when he got there.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

It was a cool night out in the City, but a beautiful one. The stairs shone bright and the waxing moon shone enough light that even if every light in the city wasn't on you could still have easily seen your way around. In the large park it was just dark enough to see the stars, not all of them, but enough of the brighter glittering diamonds to make out a few of the more prominent constellations. With the wind blew the scent of the freshly planted flowers all around the park. Their scent strong in the spring night air, which was probably why, despite the mildly late hour, there where couples all over the place, giggling and whispering and kissing in the dim romantic lighting of the park benches and tables. In one small area though, people skirted, cast wary glances and romantic whispers turned to frantic worried ones. Whispers of 'should we call the police? Was it gangs? Was it a mugging?' ran an undercurrent there and it was easy to see why. Hidden in a drain pipe was a young boy, barely a man, who trembled in the cool air. He was tall and thin, not lean but thin as if he hadn't gotten enough to eat. He had hair so black it seamed to soak in the light that fell to his chin in messy tangles and snarls. His eyes so bright a blue they almost seamed to glow in the dim dark of the pipe. He was wearing a pair of very filthy and torn jeans and he had no shirt and no shoes, no socks. While it had gotten much warmer, it was still too cool at nights to be wearing so little. There was a large gash on his forehead that had bled all over his face and down his neck. Another gash on his shoulder, which looked as if it had caught on something sharp rather than having been cut. The entire side of his face was a Bruise that must have been there for a few days already, since there was little swelling. Scrapes and bruises littered the pale torso that looked more like it would burn rather than tan. He watched a couple as they passed, looking more curious than anything, as if he couldn't understand why they where behaving in such an odd manner. No one seamed to be willing to help the boy at all though. They simply walked faster, as if fearing he might attack them and whispered about maybe calling the police to make themselves feel better before forgetting about him. He watched the people around him curiously, as if trying to understand what they where saying, what they where doing. Much the same way a small child watched adults in fascination, trying to understand, comprehend the world around them. He was also fascinated by the few animals hanging about, watching Squirrels flutter past and birds land in puddles. He didn't move, not even a twitch hen a large spider landed on his shoulder and then crawled down his arm to the ground. A few whispered conversations between people who went to the park every day indicated that the boy had been there for three days, at the least. As if he was waiting for someone. No one was coming though, not that the boy seamed to realize that. He just sat there in the drain pipe and watched the world go by.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Jonathan was pleased the boy decided to come out of the hole and follow him home. He wondered about how he'd found himself living in the gutter by himself and why he'd been there for so long without anyone approaching to say anything to him. Why in the hell would no one call the police or an ambulance upon seeing his tattered frame? He was often disgusted at the human population and this time was no different. Getting him into the shower was much more difficult than he thought it would be, and he had no idea as to why. He couldn't think of anything he'd want to do more if he smelled the way that his new guest did. He'd be itching to get that dirt rubbed off of him so that he didn't look like he'd just rolled around in a sewage pipe. Yeah? Jon answered, turning his head slowly. It was the first time he'd heard his voice and he wanted to give him the attention that the call had deserved, though he hadn't expected what he saw. His eyes traveled south to the towel that hung precariously low on his hips and back up to his face, his beautiful, angular face. He was one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes on. Jonathan quickly turned back to his cooking, eager to make sure that it hadn't seemed like he was staring anywhere in particular, flipping the pancake before sliding it onto a plate. He set several pancakes down in front of his unnamed guest and slid the syrup towards him, just watching him eat as his eyes searched his body, taking in all the scars and marks that covered him. Anger rose in his belly at the though of how much he'd gone through, beaten time and time again for something he was sure the boy hadn't deserved. He couldn't help but notice the suicide lines running down his arms either, when you'd thought that way before you learned to see it in others as well. No, I don't know who you are, sorry. I just wanted to help you out. What's your name? he asked, not yet realizing that the boy had been asking him because he didn't know who he was either. His nakedness had started wearing on Jonathan. He was too beautiful and his mind was too weak for him not to wander into dirty thoughts about what he could do with that body and how he would look beneath him. Why wasn't he wearing any clothing? Oh, that's right. He didn't have anything except for those useless trousers with holes and blood all over them. Hold on, I'll be right back he told him, though he was sure he wouldn't mind, he was still tearing into the pancakes as though he hadn't eaten in days, and Jon was sure he probably hadn't. He came back with some underwear, pajama pants and a loose tee shirt. They were his size so they should be a little big on him since he was just so skinny. It was an unhealthy skinny, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to send him away to the hospital or the police where whoever was clearly beating the shit out of him might be able to get a hold of him again. No, he'd stay here until they could figure something out and get him into a better situation and somewhere Jonathan knew that he wouldn't get his throat ripped out.