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Thread: Could it Really be You?? OOC Thread

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Thread: private threads

i was wondering am i able to make a thread so me and two friends can talk but only we can see the chat???? If a mod can get back to me i would appreciate it!
Thread: private threads

no but you can do PM's like that, just make sure when you respond you hit reply all so it goes to all the others. Sorry, hope this helps!
Thread: private threads

i kind of want a three way talking session.... but idk...
Thread: private threads

Well, as she said, you can send 1 PM and have it go to multiple people. They in turn can reply to everything by hitting reply all But if you're looking for an actual way to chat there are several sites you can go through. Instant messengers as well. Theres skype, YIM and the sites like tinychat where you can have a private chatroom with only you and those with the password. I used tinychat quite a lot before I got a skype. Some people have 2 skype accounts. One for their normal life and one specifically for discussing RP's and keeping up with partners.
Thread: Black butler aura of demons

Maid NameTracy whitefield age 17 origin England Faults Tracy due to her being from England where is rarely snows she isn't use to the colder weather and has no balance in the snow, she moves much slower as she doesn't want to fall, but if anyone is like her and your food hits black ice you will know being carful doesn't always pay off. She isn't really green fingered and tends to kill off plants. Strengths Her mother is a child minder before Tracy was born so she grew up with kids and knows all the tricks on how to calm them down, she is also the bread maker in the house hold. And the neat freak it was her father joking when she was small she should become a made of cleaner when she grows up what gave her the idea to come one once leaving school since she liked cleaning so much. img
Thread: Odds And Ends (Seeking Literate Smut)

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Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

There comes a point in an Orc Raid where the pretense of winning and turning the tribe raiding force back gives way. The point where it's about minimizing the damage, getting as many people to safety as possible, and desperately hoping the force realizes it's better to let the village survive for future raiding than killing everyone. This is the point where Lerisa's prayers, and the spells that accompanied them, changed. No longer was she trying to repulse the attack. Now she was simply trying to buy time for others to take cover. Lerisa was of average height for a human woman, cute rather than gorgeous, with her blue robes hinting at a form beneath them more feminine then they could fully show. Her deep auburn hair was kept long and braided out of her way, and the most noteworthy part of her was her green eyes, bright, and some said magical. For now they shone with the effort of protecting the people of Two Rivers, as she chanted prayers to fuel her shielding spells.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Lerisa could hold the shield close to indefinitely. Unlike arcane mages, divine magic did not draw primarily on the user's own strength. Rather the user's strength reached out to the divine and touched only the surface of the divine energy. Going deeper than one could would burn out the mind. She was not deep enough for that danger, just deep enough that bodily exhaustion, when it came, could drag her into the currents, but that was hours away yet. She had continued to pray as the orcs, or some of them, tried to attack the shield. The attack was dangerous, but not in the way they might think. Lerisa had had to increase her concentration on her prayers so that her own laughter would not spell disaster. Fortunately, the leader, stopped them. Lerisa continued her prayer-spell as the woman with a paw around her neck of a large predator, though without losing focus, Lerisa was not sure what it was. Her demeanor was calm. The moment she had chosen her path, she knew the outcome. Facing it now required no extra strength or courage, rather simple acceptance. The tunnel in the temple had never been meant for the town's people, which is why so few raids encountered priests or priestesses. It's the only way to protect you in the hinterlands! She had raised an eyebrow, arms folded over her chest, And who, pray tell, protects the people? That's not your job... She had disagreed then, and she disagreed now, her actions speaking loudly enough for that. Please don't kill me! I have a wife and a new baby... And had stayed behind to do what he could to get other families through the tunnel. Her eyes met the eyes of the orcish leader and she made no outward sign of changing her prayer, though the words changed. Words that would trigger the collapse of the entrance to the tunnel. Sure, the orcs could get through, but by then the people who had fled would have come out and would be taken to safety. Only then, still looking in monster's eyes did she make a sign at her chest and stop chanting. The air rippling as the shield came down. She did not know a lot of Orcish, after all, if you're close enough to negotiate, it's already too late. But she did say one of the words she knew, still looking at the leader in the eyes. Coward. Lerisa knew what would come next. Every adult remaining did. Hopefully the children had all gotten away. The time for fighting had yielded to the time of supplication and retreat and now yielded to the time of surrender. And resistance. She stood strong and proud and defiant as she waited for the inevitable.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Perhaps there had been a point where righteous pride had turned into really stupid foolishness. The fist had hit far harder than a human's would, and the fact that the blow had Lerisa on the ground, curled up in a ball did not even strike her as shameful. Beyond the self criticism of having thrown the insult. Unfortunately--or fortunately since it meant she was alive--she had recovered an been already tied in the slave line as she watched them ransack the village and the church and destroy the books. Savages. The march had not been an easy pace, and was too fast for her to reach out to the divine energies to bolster any of the others on the string. Slaves. They were slaves. And out here, this far from civilization, the kingdom would acknowledge the property rights of the Orcs over these few citizens. Not that she didn't understand why. Trying to do anything about it would result in war. No, better to sacrifice a few nobodies as slaves then to try to fight an Orcish army. But now they were no better than work animals, and as far as she knew, the Orcs didn't breed their slaves to assure the next generation. Why should they when there were whole villages ripe for the picking. She sighed and managed not to stumble. Every time the leader's eyes moved over her, Lerisa had to fight back a wave of nausea. Perhaps, at least, catching the leader's eye and ire would mean her suffering would be short. She hoped.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

The march was hard going, continuing through the night and a good ways into the next day. The raiding party only stopped briefly to eat and ensure the slaves were fed, continuing the march after to the mountains. It wasnt until the sun was hanging low in the sky that Ika ordered a stop and for her men to make camp, much to the relief of the raiders and slaves alike. The Talon oversaw the construction of the campsite, her own tent being the largest of course with a small table inside possessing a map upon it. Her only other furnishing was a bedroll, the space alone being all the luxury she needed. The slaves meanwhile were corralled to a makeshift pen, bound to trees to ensure they could not easily escape. Two orcs would always stand watch over them, rotating shifts to ensure the guards were well rested. Ika was taking no chances here it was bad enough so many had escaped through her fingers. No way was she going to allow a single slave to escape her now. Sixteen was a fair haul, but it was not what she had been hoping for. Thirty would have been an excellent number. As the sun vanished behind the horizon and the night crept in Ika was surveying the map, occasionally eating from a loaf of stale bread. Two more days and theyd reach the clan stronghold it was a pretty straight shot from what she was looking at. The Talon sighed, shed be glad for sleeping soundly in her bed once more. With this raid done Ika intended to relax for a while back home once all was said and done. As much as she enjoyed fighting it could get dull and tiring after a certain amount of time. Ever since she had become a Talon it had been raid after raid after raid. In the vein of relaxation the Orcs thoughts turned to her captive priestess and smirked. The Talon left the tent and stepped out into the night, moving towards the pen. The two guards on duty snapped to attention, relaxing when she waved a hand to them to fall at ease. Her eyes looked over her captives and zeroed in on the priestess. Ika was in a bit of a stressful mood tonight and she very much wanted to pay back that coward comment that the priestess had sent her way the previous night. Untie her from the tree but leave her wrists bound. Bring her to me. The Talon commanded. One of the guards nodded and moved to carry out her commands and Ika took a look around the area for a good tree to take the priestess behind. The Orc needed a stress reliever and teaching the insolent priestess some respect would certainly relieve some stress on her part. The Talon slowly removed one of her gauntlets and the other guard must have gotten what was going on for her smiled a toothy smile at the priestess.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Talking earned gags, so she had not spoken again, though once they were settled in to their pen, Lerisa got a look around, to assess the health of the rest of her fellow slaves. To her relief, most were well, just desperate for sleep, as she herself was. Good. She could sleep and then if any needed healing she could do that once she was refreshed. Even tied to a tree, she had slept. No, it was not comfortable, but exhaustion saw to it that her sleep was dreamless. Just sleep. Just rest. No one seemed to notice when she offered some small healing to her fellows. Or at least, if they did, they didn't mind. Healthier slaves could walk faster, drag them down less, get them home faster. Which almost made Lerisa question whether this was the right choice, but she had to alleviate what suffering she could. When feeding time came, she led by example. Starving themselves would count as resistance, but it would also only lead to being too weak to escape should an opening present itself. Whispering to the man beside her so he could pass it on she said, Eat. They won't poison us if they want to keep up the pace. They need us healthy. And we need us healthy. For now. There would be, at most, one chance to escape and if caught then. She shook her head they needed their strength, even if it would not be enough. She was meditating when evening came and the leader came to look at her. She would have been unaware if a guard had not been hauling her roughly to her feet and leading her by the rope tied to her wrists to the leader. Oh this was going to be very not good. And yet, she did not cower. She stood as straight and tall as she could and met the Orc's eyes.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika did not like the way the priestess was looking at her, with defiance flashing in those green eyes. The Orc sneered at her and seized the ropes around the humans wrists, tugging them harshly as she attempted to lead the human to the tree line. From her belt she removed a wickedly curved dagger, freshly cleaned and ready for use. She left it open to interpretation what the dagger was for, figuring the suspense would be rather nail biting for her captive. Killing was not her goal it would be a waste to just murder the priestess. If she were going to kill her, it would be in front of the other slaves as an example. When Ika rounded a particularly large tree she would shove the priestess up against it and press the dagger to her throat. Her other hand worked to tear at the fabric of her clothes savagely, uncaring what the priestess might have thought. Her gaze was locked upon the priestess eyes, peering down at the woman with malice in her own eyes. The dagger was removed soon enough as the Orc realized that perhaps the priestess might regard death as an escape. Ika was not intending to allow her to escape. Im going to fill the night with your squeals priestess. The Orc whispered, wondering if the priestess understood that with her limited command of orcish. Ika figured she might as well take her share here the priestess was a prize for her to keep. As Talon the right was technically hers, once they returned home Ika would see about branding her. For now her eyes trailed down her form with mild amusement, humans were so very soft and weak. They thought themselves so very mighty and civilized and yet they were forced to kowtow to prevent war with her people. There would be no rescue effort for a few people they werent worth starting a war over after all. Without further preamble the Talon would press the priestess hard against the tree, using her free hand to cup one of her breasts.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Lerisa did not protest. She'd seen before what effect protesting had. Absolutely none. However, strength and defiance, that seemed to affect the Orc leader, so Lerisa would keep with that. Of course, determination did not quell fear, and the truth of the matter was that Lerisa was well and truly scared. Nor could she help but stumble, which is clearly what was meant to happen. She managed to not fall completely, but it was a struggle to keep up. When the Orc woman pulled the dagger, Lerisa smiled. Had she really been so defiant as to earn death, and not public? She almost laughed but then she was pinned against the tree and the dagger was out her throat. Death accepted did not make the pain funny and the smile faded and the laugh died before it was born. This time it was not defiance that met her captor's eyes, but acceptance. She would be killed, probably painfully, but it would be an escape. What she understood of the words, I'm...the Night...your squeals, priestess. promised painful torture. Could she meditate away enough to not feel the pain? Then she was pressed against the tree harder, her clothing having been torn off so that her back felt the roughness of the bark. And a hand cupping her breast. Oh goddess help me! Acceptance, calmness fled in the realization of what exactly the leader planned to do to elicit those squeals. Please. Don't. Orcish was not supposed to sound soft, so she knew she butchered the pronunciation as she begged, but what else could she do.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika caught the butchered orcish and it prompted a harsh slap across the face, the humans inexperienced babbling offending the proud Orcs ears. Her free hand then immediately trailed down between her legs, her thumb ghosting over her clit with ease. She took the small protrusion between her thumb and forefinger and toyed with it, rolling it between the digits. Ika did so enjoy playing with her slaves, a bit of teasing before she intended to actually start. The priestess was property now the orc figured she could do what she wanted to her. Besides, taking the most defiant in the most brutal possible fashion would lower moral among the slaves. Making escape far less likely. Her green fingers abruptly and harshly pressed into the folds of sensitive flesh between the priestess legs, reaching in and going as far as they could reach. Ika was half hoping this was her first time so the moment could be forever burned into her memory. Technically the Talon did not get any gratification of her own out of this, not as a male might. It was more a sending of a message, though some part of her enjoyed it most certainly. Having a beautiful human woman squirming under her touch was rather enticing after all. Ika delivered no shows of affection, this was not about passion after all and this was more punishment than reward. Her fingers wriggled about inside of the priestess, slightly pushing against her inner walls. They would then withdraw and pump into her again and again, the motions merciless and the orc more than happy to measure each motion with increased amusement. All the while each motion saw her press the priestess against the tree, attempting to draw a rhythmic thunking against the wood. She left her lips completely uncovered, wanting her prisoners to hear the sounds their savior made. Mine. The orc said as she continued to work, a simple monosyllable that she hoped the priestess understood.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Oddly enough the slap calmed Lerisa down. Or at least it got her to stop begging. it was a hard slap, probably light for the Orc, but hard to Lerisa's face, and it refired her anger and her need to resist. She tried desperately to ignore the teasing, to fight back. Her hands were still bound together, though pushed out of the way as if they were not there as her clit was assaulted. She was pressed against the tree rough enough that there was not much she could hope to do to fight back, but she did what little she could. Her bound hands trying to hit at the Orc as she kicked and tried to squirm away, scraping her back more than anything else in the process. Of course despite the anger and fear, her body did respond to the stimulation. As much as she hated it, she knew that she was getting wet, and no matter how much she tried not to react, once the woman penetrated her, she screamed. It did hurt. She was not even half wet enough for that to have been comfortable and the orcs fingers were large. It did not take long before resistance again faded to be replaced with pure screaming at the brutal assault. At the word Mine , Lerisa felt something in her break. This wasn't a one time thing, she knew. The leader was claiming her as her spoil. This, this brutal and painful rape was her new life. She screamed louder, but could not command her ill abused body to resist. She could not even prevent her body's natural response to the painful stimulus. She was not sure at what point she had started crying, but she was.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika had been somewhat amused by the priestess attempts to escape her, the squirming and struggling only serving to draw a cruel chuckle from the Orc. The first scream she drew from her victim had not prompted her to stop, indeed if anything it pushed her to keep going at this fairly brutal assault. She knew the sounds would be heard by the other slaves and she wanted them to hear, to be cowed with the idea what would happen to them when they resisted. Ika herself was getting some gratification out of this, finding her stresses melt away as she played with her newest toy. The pain the priestess was feeling did not deter Ika as she continued to pump her fingers in and out, reaching in as deep as she could. There was nothing gentle about how she did this it was simply brutal and rough. The Talon wanted the priestess battered, bruised, and left weeping for daring having resisted her. She got her wish once she noted that she had started crying, however Ika just kept on going. The priestess was not a person to the orc at this point she was a possession and one that was in need of breaking and rearing. Ika reached her fingers in deep once more, this time slightly stretching them apart to push at the priestess inner walls in a manner she hoped would be uncomfortable. She twisted her fingers inside of her before again starting to pull out and push in, a pattern that saw her push the priestess against the tree again and again. She was not done yet, the Talon wanted to ensure that she finished the priestess off. Pain was well and good but she wanted the woman to know horror at her bodys response, to not be able to resist it. In the light of the moon, however Ika did manage to get a nice eyeful of the priestess and very much liked what she saw. Smooth, milky skin that made her kind look so vulnerable. The swells of flesh that were her breasts, which she imagined oft putting her hands around. Then there was those eyes, pretty green things set in her skull that made her look almost magical. Ika rather liked the color green, for obvious reasons. The shade of the priestess eyes was something that she very much would covet, further cementing her decision to steal the priestess away as her own. She was going to make a lovely spoil if she could break her in.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

For the duration of the assault, Lerisa's world became pain and screams and more pain than she could have ever imagined. All she felt was her throat as she screamed and cried out and her vagina as it was abused. Even her back and it's abrading against the tree barely registered. The thoughts of resistance, of bolstering her fellow slaves, even of her Goddess where muted and buried under the sheer agony that was her existence. And just when she thought it could not get any worse, it did. The Orc woman's fingers filling her painfully, pushing at her from the inside. Somehow she cried out louder. Or someone did. She was no longer sure she knew the sound of her own voice. Yet under all the pain, in the midst of it, there was pleasure. For just a moment, the pleasure was comforting, pleasant, but then Lerisa realized what the pleasure was, and it revolted her and she pulled away from it, almost sheltering in the pain. Pain is what she should be feeling, pain was horrible an terrible, but it made sense. It made sense unlike the convulsions that started in her vagina, around the Orc's fingers. It made sense unlike the wave of pleasure that caused the screaming to change for just a moment. The tears ran harder now, and as the orgasm subsided, despite the continued assault, the screams became nothing more than whimpers.
Thread: Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

Ika felt when the priestess had reached her climax, withdrawing her fingers soon after and licking at them right in plain view of her victim. That had been extremely stress relieving, more than that it seemed to have caused a bit of a change to be affected within the human as she simply wept and whimpered. The orc found it rather pathetic, such weak creatures these humans were. Orc females were all trained in combat along with males each one knew full well one male might get ideas and try something. Couplings among her people were never gentle and resembled fighting more than anything else when done right. The Talon rolled her eyes and jerked the priestess away from the tree, tugging her back into the camp still very much naked and exposed. Her little demonstration finished the orc figured it was time to let the priestess return to her people. She could already see a horrified face or two from here. However she was not letting the priestess off so easily, she did not want to risk her sleeping soundly at all tonight. Right before they arrived at the slave pen the Orc drew close and whispered slowly in her ear. Every. Night. It was a promise, even if the priestess did not fully understand she figured the message would be gotten. With that finished she herself tied the priestess back up at the tree and retired to her tent, feeling rather refreshed for the affair. Her eyes returned to the map and their position. Currently they were right on the border between orcish lands and human lands, once they crossed it tomorrow things would be much more relaxed. No human would dare to cross the border without very good reason, or unless they were a known and established trader with the orcs. Ika was confident that in just a couple more days shed be relaxing at home, toying with her newest possession.