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Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

You've got to fucking joking. Mark thought flatly, mentally slapping himself after his sister responded. I see. That's a disappointment, he muttered, resting against the wall as Katie pulled herself up. Once more, his body froze and his eyes went slightly wide. From where he was sitting, Mark could easily see his sister's virgin cunt, waiting to be vigorously fucked... By now, a bulge formed in his trunks, the erection underneath throbbing in excitement. However, where Katie was, it was impossible to see. Mark knew he was about to mad with this entire thing . . . her. Goddammit... he whispered, then glanced at her, deciding what to do. Pulling himself out, he sat on the ledge to dry himself off a bit, hiding the erection from before.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

She shrugged slightly, Eh.. it's okay. I'll survive without a man. She chuckled and she smiled softly to him. She could see he seemed a little unsettled and she cocked her brow. She lifted her legs up and walked over to him before sitting down onto the ledge beside him and she gave him a slight playful shove. You still upset with Melissa or something? She asked and looked to him as her hand touched his shoulder and back. She sat there for a moment and she groaned as the hot sun began to beat down on her and she closed her eyes before sliding back into the water. Come on, it's too hot out there. She said and playfully splashed him with some water.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

But I won't survive without a woman . . . What the fuck am I thinking? Mark commented silently before Katie walked over to him. His eyes flickered up, locked upon her body, nipples and lips clearly shown as she walked. The way her hips swayed . . . shit. Mark didn't answer right away. In some ways, he was. But the main reason for his behavior was his sister. He never noticed her like this before maybe he was just desperate? Yeah, I am. Don't know what to do now, he replied. When she slipped back into the pool, her brother didn't hesitate in following in after her, feeling the cool water on his skin. He was positioned just behind Katie, and could easily grab her from where he was. He was so going to hell for this. With a quick movement, he wrapped his strong arms around his little sister's waist, pulling her close to her. Gotcha... he whispered playfully, though his grip said otherwise, not willing to let her go. Using his left arm to hold her in place, his right hand slid down her taut stomach, reveling in the touch and feel of Katie. The tips of his fingers glided along the hem of her bikini bottoms before slipping underneath, caressing her virgin lips tenderly.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

Once standing in the pool, she smiled and then felt him his arm wrapping around her waist. She looked to him and breathed in softly. It's okay. Like you said. She was a bitch. Don't worry you'll find yourself another girl. She said with a nod and a smile. Though she laughed as he pulled her in close and she smiled softly. She squirmed a bit as he ran his fingers down her stomach and she laughed. Oh come on, you know I'm ticklish. She giggled. She was playfully squirming up until she felt his fingers sliding down to her bottoms and under the hem of the material. That moment she gasped as she felt his fingers rubbing her virgin lips, Mark! She gasped and shoved his hand away a bit and squirmed a bit out of his grasp and she turned to look to him. What the hell are you doing? She asked a bit shocked at his sudden move and she swallowed.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

As Katie squirmed against him, she was inadvertently grinding her ass against his groin, causing him to lose focus for a second and release a soft moan. I'm sure I will... he muttered, already knowing what he was about to do. Mark felt some of his breath leave him, but did not allow Katie to leave his grip fully. As she turned around in his arm, he planted his palm against the flat of her stomach, trailing it down once more to her bottoms, though this time he didn't go underneath. Instead, for now, he cupped her groin from the outside, pushing his hand against her. You're right, he answered, then yanked her forward, pulling her close enough to feel her nipples against his toned chest, I need another girl.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

She was so confused right now, what the hell was he doing? Though she gave a light cry and a grunt as he yanked her back against him. Mark.. please stop. You're scaring me. She said. Feeling his hand against her groin didn't help. Her hand moved to rest against his chest and she tried her best to push back from him. Yes.. you do. But.. but you can go out to a bar and find her. She said and swallowed. Not.. me. Mark She shook her head, her hands sliding down against his hands to push them away as best as she could before they came back. Her nipples pressed against his chest, her back arched keeping herself from him.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

The hand that was used to push against his chest didn't make matter any better for her, and instead just succeeded in Mark being able to grasp more as her groin. Ugh... he groaned, rubbing his palm being her legs, How have I never noticed how grown up you've become..? he inquired. When she tried to argue his advances, he smiled slightly, But I want you, Katie... replied Mark, pulling her closer until she came to rest upon his body, and moved his hand from her groin, only to be replaced by the thick erection pressing up against her. This allowed him to use both arms, keeping her in place.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

You don't have to notice how much I've grown up. She grunted, finally feeling his hand leaving her groin but only pulling her in closer and she closed her eyes. But as soon as his hand left she felt his erection and her heart beat faster than before. No, no you don't. She shook her head, her hands and elbows pressed against his chest and stomach. Feeling his erection she only did what she thought was the best, to try and get her out of the situation. She moved her knee up as fast as she could, but with the water it only slowed her down as she tried to knee him. But she cried out, Please, Mark. I.. I can go find you a girl. She said, nodding her head.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

Yes. Yes, I do. You're much more gorgeous than Melissa. And you're a virgin, Mark laughed when she tried to deny what he knew he wanted. Her brother felt the gentle, slow nudge of Katie's knee against his shaft, and moaned. I've already found one. Grayson lifted his head up to see the commotion, his tongue hanging out when he saw that something was wrong with his Master's sibling. Arf! he barked out, and began to trot over. Grayson, no! Mark shot out firmly, his voice sounding like a gunshot that stopped the dog in his tracks. Go back to the seat. he commanded. The canine obeyed, lowering his head and going. When Mark saw that there was no more distractions, he thrusted his hips forward, grinding the erection underneath his trunks to rub against Katie's covered pussy.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

Mark! I'm not kidding! Stop it! She snapped, seeing Grayson going back to the chair and she felt him grinding his hips against her pussy. Do you want me to scream? i'll scream, the neighbors will come over. She warned and she squirmed against him. In his sick mind did he think that she would enjoy this? She swallowed and continued to slam her fists into his chest. She looked around and then back to mark, she could see that look in his eyes and she closed her eyes. Screw it . She thought before she pulled her head back and she let out a scream before yelling out, Help me! She wasn't kidding.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

Her hits did mostly nothing, besides a few dull thuds. Mark's eyes narrowed when she threatened to scream. Was he prepared to silence her? At that moment, he didn't know. But he would quickly find out. Her brother flinched when she screamed loudly, and grimaced. Instinctively, Mark held his breath and he pulled her down into the water, submersing them both. He looked at her when she attempted to scream. He let go of her for a second before covering her mouth with one of his hands, and grabbed her once more. He glared at her, warning to be to quiet before he got them out of the water. He allowed her to spit out of the water from her mouth, but didn't let her scream. Be quiet, Katie, or tape your mouth shut, he growled. Using his legs, he pushed them towards the steps, quickly getting out. He could easily lift her up, carrying her over to an empty chair.
Thread: Taking Advantage (Lord Dakol and BigBootyBitch)

She figured the scream would get him to stop but suddenly sinking her under the water she gasped, choking a bit as he forced both of them under the water. She squirmed, kicking at him before they surfaced and she gagged out, choking as she spit out the water that she had sucked in with her scream. She shook her head, If you stop, you won't have to put tape over my mouth. she growled back. though she cried out as he pulled her out of the pool. Put me down! She yelled out as she noticed him carrying her over to a nearby pool chair before her body met contact with it and she grunted. She bent her legs and pressed her feet against his legs and stomach. Back, the hell away. She growled.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

Vivian Thurston lived a privileged life by all accounts. His family was descended from rich land-owners turned rich industrialists. They dealt in cottons and wools being gathered in the America's and from sheep in Scotland. They owned land throughout England and, by the Queen's good graces, were contracted to provide the uniforms for both Buckingham Palace and for Her Majesty's Royal Navy. The Thurston family was blessed with money and with an uncanny head for business. Vivian inherited the family business at 18 when his parents passed away from influenza. He survived by leaving for Scotland to visit some of the land they had purchased for raising sheep. Unfortunately for Vivian, while he was in Scotland his parents had died and nearly lost the family fortune to an uncle who claimed that he was entitled to the family fortune due to Vivian's young age. Vivian had come out on top, but it was close. Vivian was forced to hire his Uncle as a retainer. Three days before Vivian's 21st birthday, in an act of desperation, pushed Vivian into a spinning mill. His left arm was broken and twisted and the surgeons of the day were able to re-set the bones but at the cost of most of the skin on his arm being a mass of scar tissue and distorted musculature. The uncle was imprisoned for 10 years. He did not survive imprisonment and died in prison of syphilis, which he contracted from one of his fellow inmates. Prior to the accident Vivian was an attractive young man. He was tall, over 6 feet and he was slender but not skinny. He had fine black hair that hung to his shoulders in a clean pony-tail that was always tied back well. His nose came to a point above large lips that were apt to smile at almost any occasion. His chin was soft and narrow. His green eyes were ringed with a touch of blue at the center near the pupils. Vivian was teased by many of his schoolmates for being somewhat girlish in his appearance, but Vivian didn't mind. He was growing up to be a gentleman, not some coal miner from up north. But that was so long ago. Vivian had spent the following 10 years in London spending 14 hours a day hidden away in his office in the factory. The source of all of his misery and the only refuge he had from the world outside. His house was an hour away by carriage on the outskirts of London. He traveled only during the dark hours of the day, not wanting to meet the eyes of people who saw his grotesque scars. He would leave his house in the wee hours of the morning and arrive at the factory at 600AM promptly and he would not leave until dusk around 800pm. Only his personal secretary, his lawyer and his driver saw his face with any regularity. Three or four times a year when he felt he had something worth celebrating he would stop in at a pub, sit in a dark corner and have a few ales. If he was feeling particularly good he pay for everyone's tab and be on his way. Tonight was the anniversary of his uncle's death in prison. It was a night to celebrate.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

Nell's eyes fluttered open, seeing the roof of a carriage before them. She only had a few moments to consider what had happen to her or where she was before the blackness of her mind took over. When she woke, she would not remember being carted into the car of the carriage or the man who had saved her. Only that her father was hurt and she was most likely going to be under the strong arm of a man she did not know. The thought would make her quiver. However, for the time being, her small body was laying within touching distance of the man she had wondered of not hours before. He could reach out and touch her blonde tresses if he pleased. Even the thin circle of her waist, or the linen fabric of her bodice which housed her ample breasts. Nell didn't know that though. She heaved small breaths as her chest sighed up and down, sleeping in a way. Her father on the other hand, was not asleep by any stretch of the imagination. His hand was clasped tightly to his person, but the blood was seeping through his fingers easily. His eyes were steely and hard as he fought a losing battle against his body. Glancing down at Nell, a tear dropped from his eye and he spoke in a deathly whisper to Vivian. Please, Sir, keep her as safe as you can. She is an angel. His non-bloodied hand stroked her pale hair tenderly as he drew his last breath and his eyes shut for good.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

Vivian watched the girl, unconscious in the seat across from him. She was a pretty young thing, she had been working for him for over a year. He watched her from his office in the factory. He'd occasionally catch her stealing a glance up towards his windows, but he wouldn't dare acknowledge anyone from up in there. The old man he had seen a few times, always in the pub. He was one of the gamblers. His luck was bad, every time Vivian saw him he was being threatened or he was coughing up whatever money he had on him. It was an unfortunate world for the gambler. Vivian knew he would be dead in minutes. The bleeding would never stop and the man would simply fall unconscious and then die. Vivian did the only thing he could, make sure the man had a warm place and a hand to hold when he passed away. Vivian wanted to lift back the hood of his cloak and look the man in the eye. He felt the sight of him would certainly scare the man and so he remained covered. Vivian watched the man stroke the girls face tenderly and then he fell to the floor of the carriage. The last breath fell from his lips to the wooden floor and the man stopped. The man asked for his promise to keep the girl safe. What else could he do? He could not leave her in the streets, unconscious and defenseless. Vivian had his driver take the man to the hospice where the man could be dealt with. Vivian ensured there was enough money for the man to be buried respectfully, in a casket instead of thrown into a hole in the ground. Vivian returned to the carriage where the girl was still unconscious. She really was a pretty, young girl. The type Vivian would fancy in another lifetime. He brushed her hair out of her face with his gloved left-hand. He wanted to touch her skin, to feel it's warmth but he dared not. He feared her waking up and seeing him. Vivian instructed the driver to take him home and to help him with the girl. Vivian and the driver carried the girl to the guest room and laid her down in the large bed after removing the dust-sheets from the top of the bed. Vivian carefully removed her shoes and placed them on the floor beside the bed. His hands trembled at the thought of having a woman in the house who wasn't hired to clean the place. He had a strong desire to put a single kiss on the cheek of the girl, but dared not. Instead he left the room, closing the door silently behind himself. He went to his study and sat down in the large chair. He filled his pipe with tobacco and smoked gently, wondering what to do.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

It was near the time of day that Nell would be entering the sewing sounds of the factory when she woke with a start, her head throbbing. But rather to the bustle of the streets, or even the tattering of sewing machines she woke to the sound of birds and near silence. Certainly I'm dead, she concluded to herself as she rose in the foreign bed, looking around at unknown wallpapers and untold wonders behind the doors. With her eyes clenched shut she tried to recollect how she had arrived at such a well-dressed room. Which was when she remembered her father, and his assumed death, and the bookie. Is that where I am? Some pimp's home? she questioned as she patted herself down to make sure all of her undergarments were there. They in fact were, which made her question even further. The only thing missing were her shoes, and they were placed beside the bed. Where on God's green Earth was she? Her fingertips caressed the silken sheets cautiously, as if they were some magical facade. Upon sliding out of bed, her feet were met with a plush carpet that covered the room in its entirety. As the grandeur of the cell fascinated her, she wanted to be released. Her hand on the doorknob was not met with resistance though as she opened it to find an even more grand hallway which led to an entryway. There seemed to be no one around. If it was a brothel, it would have to have some girls or johns lingering about, yes? she thought, but alas, all the rooms had were fanciful decorations and clawed furniture one after the other. Her pale pink lips moved into a pout of pensiveness. Nell wanted to know what happened to her father, and where they had transported her. Soon finding her way into an expansive kitchen, with delicious smells wafting her way, she was happy to find both food and a chef to talk to. The startled man stumbled with a gaping mouth once she caught his eye, Quando il Maestro ha detto di aver portato a casa una giovane donna che non mi aspettavo per essere una bellezza come te! Non furtivamente su di me cos, mi taglio fuori qualcosa la prossima volta! E se io avessi un coltello in mano? The man motioned excitedly in Italian as he spoke, but Nell just stood there, not understanding a word. I'm Nell, she tried softly, giving a curtsy with it. The Italian shook his head with a smile, Il mio nome Abelardo. Within that, she caught his name and that he understood English, but didn't speak it. Or perhaps he just wouldn't speak it to her. Where am I? she asked, but figured it would be for naught. Sei nella casa del Maestro. Questo tutto quello che posso dirvi, he tried with a smile. In the master's house? she thought, but before she could continue her thought, Abelardo was handing her a baguette and motioning for her to eat it. Thank you, she said softly as she took a few bites of the fresh bread then placed it on a plate and wandered back through the house in search of said master.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

Vivian could hear the excited Italian coming from the kitchen and pondered what to do. He never would expect the girl to understand Abelardo's explanations. He didn't want to disturb Abelardo's work and he certainly did not want the girl to see him. She was pretty and her night was hard enough, to face his face would be scary for anyone. Unfortunately, she was going to need an explanation. Someone had to tell her that her father had died. On top of that, what about his promise to the old man? He made a promise to a dying man. Surely breaking such a promise would be enough to send a man straight to hell. Vivian had already experienced hell on earth, he did not want to experience it again in death. Vivian rang his bell and called for a butler. The butler's knew not to look at Vivian and would stand only in the doorway as Vivian had arranged all of his chairs to face away from doors and windows. He was perpetually in the shadows. The butler arrived and inquired into the room what Master Thurston's needs were. Vivian instructed the butler to bring the girl into the study and to address him in the way the butler staff do. He thought to draw the cloak over his head, but decided in an act of vanity to not cover his long, flowing hair. His face may have been disfigured, but he was in his 30's and still maintained a full head of hair with nary a gnarled gray hair mixed in. It was where his hairline fell on right side is what repulsed everyone who saw his face. When the butler left Vivian was left with the thought, the temptation to see the girl again, up close. There was no way for him to see her without her seeing him. She had been so close the night before. Her soft, fair skin so close he could have caressed it. Something he had longed to do with any woman for years. Vivian sighed and sat facing the cold, empty fireplace until he heard the sound of soft steps on the floor outside the study.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

As Nell drifted through the home, the butler soon found her. Where am I? she questioned, beginning to become perturbed about the subject. The butler was older than her by about twenty years and wrinkling thoroughly, but he did not answer her. The man just simply motioned her to follow him. Pursing her lips she followed him softly, hating that she was being kept in the dark. Idly, she wondered if she would be fired because she didn't come into work that day. As they wind though the house, the two finally happen upon a study that Nell had not yet seen. Her first thought was to walk into the darkened room towards the seated figure, but the butler stopped her with an outstretched hand and a shake of his head. He-hello? she stuttered through the door, just as she glimpsed the gleam of dark hair on a pair of manly shoulders. It had taken her eyes a few moments to adjust. Can you tell me where I am? And if you don't mind, I need to leave to go to work. I may get fired if I don't show up... she trailed off, weary and slightly frightened. Her small face was paled and her light brows were furrowed as she hoped for the best.
Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

Vivian's body stiffened as the voice came softly through the doorway. He hadn't heard her voice before and the soft, nervous tone was both melodic and melancholy. He listened to her talk about work and her concern. No mention of her father, she must not know. Vivian sat contemplating before speaking, a raspy sound with an underlying youthful lift to it. Well, for starters you are in my house. You're just outside London in Woldingham. As for work, you don't have to be there for a week. I'll see to it personally. You won't lose your job. The reason I will give your employer is a sad one. I am afraid your father was stabbed fatally last night. You were struck on the head and I found you unconscious. Your father... he didn't suffer. Vivian spared her the grisly details of her father's death and the promise he made to him as he expired. I understand you work in a textile mill. May I be so bold as to ask your name? I am going to have to make some arrangements dear and if I had your name they would be so much easier. My name is Vivian, Vivian Thurston at your service. Vivian envisioned in his head rising from his seat and walking over to her, taking her hand and kissing the back of it in a gentlemanly fashion and sighed inwardly. Life was cruel and this woman coming into his life in this way was one of the cruelest turns he'd ever received.