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Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie nodded and smiled when he said she could make it up to him outside in the alley. It wouldn't be her favorite place for them to fuck but if that was what Sergei wanted then she would let him have it. Well really she knew she didn't really have a choice. She would have to do whatever he wanted because he was the strong one here. He could control her very easily since he was so much bigger than her and she was so tiny. She could sense that something was very wrong by the way he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her out of the bar, heading in the direction of the alley. She was not expecting him to shove her into the wall. Her face hit the brick wall hard and it hurt so bad. She hated to think of the cuts and scratches she would have on her face because of this. Callie loved her face, she didn't want him messing it up. She'd kill him if this left scars on her. Sergei, stop! Please! She screamed out as she felt him pull her hair. Normally she wouldn't mind him getting a little rough with her but he was taking this way too far. She screamed out in pain when he hit her in the head with the beer bottle. She should have seen this coming but once again she was too stupid to leave him before he hurt her. This was not going to be sex she was going to enjoy. Callie already knew she would be crying the whole time he raped her. She fell to the ground and before she could try to fight him back he was already on top of her. She was a tiny girl so it wasn't hard to push her around but she was still a little out of it from him hitting her head so that definitely wasn't helping her at all. She didn't want to taste herself but he didn't give her a choice. She screamed out in pain as he hit her eye and she saw blood coming from her eyebrow. Please, stop. Her voice was softer now and much weaker. She would always try to fight him in the beginning and then eventually just give in because it was easier than trying to push him away. ooc i don't mind writing it out if you're okay with that.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Shut the fuck up and learn your lesson, whore. he pulled his erect member out through his pants and underwear and pushed it into her, You like that, my little cunt? he asked while he drove even deeper inside of her, again and again. Every time he moved inside of her he pouched her. In the face, the neck, straight into the Solar Plexus, which would hurt insanely. Again and again he drove into her, beating her harder every time, slamming himself into her as hard as he could, no doubt hurting her in that way, too. Eventually, he pulled out of her and ejaculated onto her bloody, broken face. He stood, tucked himself away and laughed down at her, Have you learned your lesson? he turned and walked away, back into the bar. Maybe he could find another girlfriend. He was finished with Callie. She would have probably been unconscious some time before he finished with her.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie wasn't screaming anymore but she was sobbing the whole time he abused her because this was so painful for her to go through. This was the man she loved and he was hurting her so badly. The physical pain was terrible but it was also just hard for her to know that a man she loved would have no problem with being this brutal to her. She sobbed harder every time he thrusted his cock into her and punched her. He had beaten her before but definitely nothing this bad. It was going to take her a long time to recover from this if she ever did. At first she had just worried about the bruises that would be on her body from this but now all she could think about was the pain and if she was going to make it out of this alive. She passed out right after he came all over her face so she didn't hear him as he laughed at her and asked her if she learned her lesson. She was laying there on the dirty ground in a puddle of her own blood, completely unconsious from everything he did to her.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie was passed out by the time Slava found her on the ground and picked her up and brought her to the motel. She didn't remember him bringing her here and fixing her up but that was because she was knocked out the whole time. Sergei had really hurt her badly this time. She looked very confused as her eyes opened and she took in the hotel room. At first she didn't remember that Sergei had beaten her up and she thought she was somewhere with him but then suddenly all the bad memories came flooding back to her. She was quite shocked that she no longer was covered in blood and actually was very clean. It was then that she saw Slava sitting on the bed watching TV. Who are you? She asked him, grabbing onto her legs and wrapping her arms around them, holding them close to her body. This immediately made her wince because it hurt her stomach so badly. Apparently Sergei had kicked her pretty hard in the stomach. She set her legs down and looked at Slava with wide eyes. It was hard to believe that he had helped her out and fixed her up. She didn't understand why a man would do this for her instead of just taking her to the hospital unless he wanted something from her. Given Callie's dark background it was normal for her to assume this man was probably planning on fucking her. Where is Sergei? She asked him, looking around the room. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. She was unconscious when he walked away from her earlier so she couldn't remember that he left her. It hurt her so badly to think he would abuse her so badly and then leave her to die. She loved him so much. Why did the people she loved always have to hurt her so much? It seemed like she could trust complete strangers more than the ones she loved. Did..did you fix me up? Are you a doctor? She asked him, that confused look still on her face. She was trying to figure everything out but her head still hurt a bit. It wasn't that easy for her to think.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Stanislav turned off the TV whenever he heard her stirring. He watched her come around, and ran his massive hand over his short, slicked back blond-gray hair, before rubbing the chin of his strong, handsome Russian face. You are awake, good. He smiled slightly. His voice was heavy with a Russian accent, but yet, Sergei looked nothing like him. Stanislav, for instance, had bright, beautiful pale blue eyes that were like sharp passionate daggers. Sergeis eyes were cold and dark. Who is Sergei? he asked, stand up and moving to the window. He peeked out for a moment before closing the blind and blocking out all view outside and in. Slava turned back to her again and waited. He had a son named Sergei, but he wouldnt believe that he would do something like this. The bar Slava found her outside was ran by the Russian Mafia. There could have been a dozen scumbags with the name of Sergei.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie watched as he turned off the TV and she got a little nervous. What did that mean? Did he no longer have a need to watch TV because now he was going to have Callie entertain him? He seemed like a nice guy but she knew nothing about him. Callie was not a trusting girl. This made sense considering her past. She grew up with her father who liked to rape and beat her and then she had a boyfriend who was the same as her father. It wasn't shocking at all that she just automatically assumed that Slava was like them. She thought all men were the same. Segei's my boyfriend. Well at least he was my boyfriend. I'm not sure if we're still dating. He's probably done with me now. He used me and threw me out. I should have known better. I can't believe I fell in love with that man. She shook her head, feeling so ashamed. She had stayed with Sergei for all this time even if he never stopped beating her up. She was always too weak to leave him and now he finally left her. She could have left him and kept some of her dignity but of course it didn't happen that way.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Well, as far as he knew, the Sergei that beat and raped her wasnt his. As far as Slava knew Sergei hasnt had a girlfriend for a while. At least, Slava let this loose evidence absolve his son, because he couldnt imagine Sergei doing this. Wouldnt imagine it. Yes, well. He moved closer to her then, set his hand on hers. I need you to do everything you can to stay away from where Sergei would be. I dont want to go to the police either. This Sergei is likely part of the Russian Mafia. If you tell the police you could be killed. He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a business card. It was black with three large Ss , and under that it read Saltoscavitch Security Solutions. Under that was a phone number. I paid for this room for the next five days. That should be long enough for Sergei to presume you dead. He reached into his pocket again and withdrew a wad of cash. This is for food and clothes. I bought you a fresh outfit, but I dont know if it will fit right. Youre a small girl. He smiled warmly to her. His pale blue eyes were staring into hers as he instructed her on what to do. His voice was deep and his tone clear and alluring. Every day I want you to call that number and let me know how you are doing. Ill show up if you need me, and Ill be here at nine every night to help you with your bandages. If anyone asks tell them you were in a bad car accident. Do you understand all that? If she were to open the wad then, she would find over two hundred dollars.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie watched as he moved closer to her and began to talk to her. She listened closely to everything he said. She was glad he didn't want to go to the police because she didn't either. Of course her reasons for this were a lot different than his. She knew he wasn't in the Russian Mafia. She just didn't want to get him in trouble so that was why she wasn't reporting this. She knew it was wrong for her to protect the man who abused her but she just couldn't help it. She loved him and she would hate herself if he went to jail because of her. Wait, you're leaving? She asked him, a sad look on her face. She didn't want to be left here all alone. She would be so lonely here. She would much rather him stay here and keep her company but he was already doing so much for her. She couldn't expect him to spent all of his time with her as well. Why are you helping me out so much? You're being so nice, there has to be a catch. Callie wasn't used to people just being nice because they wanted to. She just figured this man had to want something from her. If it was sex she would gladly give it to him. I really do appreciate everything you're doing. It's so nice. I just don't understand why anyone would do this if they didn't want something in return.. She hoped she didn't offend him by making statements like this. Callie always spoke her mind, even when she was all beat up. She didn't open the wad of cash to see how much was in it because she thought that would be rude. She would be grateful for anything he gave her.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Stanislav nodded slightly, Im afraid I have to leave. But youll be fine here. Call me if anything strange goes on. He smiled widely whenever she asked about repaying him, Thats not necessary. I do these things for a living. Sometimes it is nice to save a life for the good of it. He smiled again and stood up, Remember. Call that number if anything happens. Promise? The key-card is on the table there. When she promised hed turn the TV on again and stand, then walk to the door. Get something to eat and some clothes. Ill see you soon. He smiled again and unlocked the pad lock and opened the door before closing it locked behind him.
Thread: Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

Callie was really disappointed to see Slava go but she knew she couldn't make him stay. She would look pretty desperate if she tried to do that. She watched as he left and quickly got into bed and fell asleep. She didn't sleep very well that night. Of course she had tons of nightmares about Sergei coming to find her. She couldn't forget about him. She woke up the next morning and felt like she really needed to see Slava. The only way she could get him to come over was to tell him she was in trouble so she figured that was what she'd do. After she showered and bought herself some new sexy lingerie she called his phone. She had on the new sexy lingerie. When he opened the door he would see her in it.
Thread: Incest Anyone?

I think this needs a bump
Thread: Incest Anyone?

Also looking for zombieXhuman MotherXSon AuntXNephew willing to work with anything.
Thread: Incest Anyone?

Time to push this one up.
Thread: Incest Anyone?

what gender u play?
Thread: Incest Anyone?

either usually male but i can do either
Thread: Incest Anyone?

same here
Thread: Incest Anyone?

Are you still looking?
Thread: Incest Anyone?

yea please
Thread: Incest Anyone?

yo rp?
Thread: Image count issue?

While trying to edit my request thread this little note came up and I have been wondering how to fix it so that the thread and get on with my rps. The message you entered contained 15 images, while only 12 images per message are allowed. Please lower the image count in your message to meet the limit. What images is it talking about? My entire thread is all text, no images. Can someone please give me a hand in figuring this out?
Thread: Image count issue?

It includes smileys, I believe.
Thread: Image count issue?

Vekseid said It includes smileys, I believe. Click to expand... Alright, and thank you for your help I will check and see if removing some helps.
Thread: Image count issue?

I ran into the same problem and I was so confused. It would be awesome if the image max was increased!
Thread: The Making of a Bitch (Closed for Savvi)

C'mere Roger! Goodboy! The overly friendly, and rather twitchy eyed handler clipped the dogs leash to his collar before handing it over to me. I gruffly thanked her, before kneeling in front of the dog. The massive rottweiler head was nearly as big as mine, but for all it's size I knew it wasn't quite as smart as me. That being said it didn't have to think about nearly as much either, and it would know what to do when I needed it to do it's duty. Of this the friendly, slightly overweight pervert of a female assured me. I watched Roger's eyes flicker to her fat ass as she waddled past and grinned softly. I had a sneaking suspicion that the cunt used her own products, and roger had just confirmed that. Well, no matter. That meant they were good. I wrote my check out to PleasingDogsinc or PDi for short, and helped Roger into the passenger seat of my Ford F250. I had two cages, two food bowls, two water trowels, two leashes, two collars, two bags of dry food, two gallons worth of wet food. Two of everything except dogs. So far. Soon the other one would be home. The soon to be bitch, but she didn't know it yet. For now I quickly set up the cages and bowls outside. The cages were underneath a small roof I'd been making all winter in preparation for this summer. This very important summer for myself and my daughter Jenifer, or Jenny as she liked to be called. The rebellious little teen was causing trouble all school year with teachers, boys, and girls alike. Only, for the first time ever it wasn't only with her snappy little mouth. This time, it was her tight ass, small breasts, and innocent little eyes too. I hadn't tried much this year after struggling the past seven to raise her alone after her mother had died. I'd only warned her. Just wait until summer little lady. You're going to learn how to behave. Like a bitch, I would always add in my mind. Hey baby, I said as she entered the house, Look what I got for you. I said as i motioned to Roger, who was already wagging his tail happily and straining at the leash to go and meet his newest fuck hole. Though he assuredly knew how to act properly before he was given the proper commands, or so the people at PDi had assured me.
Thread: The Making of a Bitch (Closed for Savvi)

Jenny was a smart girl. She got her looks from her mother, and knew just how to use them to get her way. She would sweetly and innocently bat an eyelash, or harmlessly flirt. She was still a virgin. She planned on staying that way until she'd gotten married. Her big innocent eyes were the color of blue crystals, and her blonde hair held a light durl to it. She had a small frame, even though she was in high school. Her breasts were small, and when she complained to her friends, they merely told her she'd grow eventually. She was still waiting for that growth spurt. Jenny was going through that stage in life where all she seemed to want to do was make her dad mad. She would use her cute pouty face to get out of things, while at the same time, doing things like dating boys who rode motorcycles and had green mohawks, to coming home with fake piercings. She knew shed be in far too much trouble if she actually got anything pierced. It was the last day of school before summer, and it dragged by so terribly slow that she thought she was gunna rip her hair out. When the last bell rang she couldn't wait to get out of the school. Kids threw papers in the air and made loud noises. There was talk of parties and celebrations as she left the building. When she entered the house and spotted the big dog in her dad's hand. She rolled her eyes. You got me a dog? She asked. Well I guess he is a little cute. She said.
Thread: The Making of a Bitch (Closed for Savvi)

Jenny was shocked when she woke up. She had expected to awaken from a dream. but when she woke up wearing nothing but a collar and laying on hay. She'd knew something was really wrong. She tried to stand up, but could only manage to get on her hands and knees before the cage was pressed against her young back. Making it to where she couldn't stand up. She blinked as she looked at her father. Isn't this for a dog? She asked with a raised eyebrow. This is hardly a way to punish your child for getting into a little bit of trouble. She said defensively. I'm going to call child services on you. She threatened.
Thread: my rp list

Hello, I am looking for some multi-paragraph, detailed, 1st person roleplay. If you are interested I would like to play either the slavemaster or the princessslaver roleplay idea that you listed.
Thread: my rp list

would love do the princess slaver if your still up for it.
Thread: Welcome Home (for eragon8864 and Menarae)

Emily glanced at the time on her Blackberry. She felt a little strange waiting with all the other military families each returning soldier had a whole group of people waiting to welcome him home. Emily was the only one of her family who could make it all the way to the airport. She stood apart from the other families, playing with her Blackberry. The plane was late, but apparently it would be in shortly. He'd been gone two years. Emily had been a gawky sixteen-year-old then. She'd grown into a proper woman since then, with full, soft curves reminiscent of pinup models. Tonight she wore jeans and a thin cream-coloured sweater that hugged those curves, along with red kitten heels that gave her a few extra inches to her 5'7. She wore her thick, red-gold hair back in a plain ponytail and little makeup. She was just picking up her brother from the airport, after all. Because their parents were busy tonight, and her brother would likely be jetlagged, they wouldn't be doing anything special until at least the next day. Tonight would be a night of pizza from her brother's favourite place and beer at home. Emily snapped to attention when she heard boots in the hallway. Her green eyes eagerly scanned the returning soldiers for her brother, anticipation building in her chest as each man and woman returning home found the waiting families.
Thread: Welcome Home (for eragon8864 and Menarae)

Menarae said Emily glanced at the time on her Blackberry. She felt a little strange waiting with all the other military families each returning soldier had a whole group of people waiting to welcome him home. Emily was the only one of her family who could make it all the way to the airport. She stood apart from the other families, playing with her Blackberry. The plane was late, but apparently it would be in shortly. He'd been gone two years. Emily had been a gawky sixteen-year-old then. She'd grown into a proper woman since then, with full, soft curves reminiscent of pinup models. Tonight she wore jeans and a thin cream-coloured sweater that hugged those curves, along with red kitten heels that gave her a few extra inches to her 5'7. She wore her thick, red-gold hair back in a plain ponytail and little makeup. She was just picking up her brother from the airport, after all. Because their parents were busy tonight, and her brother would likely be jetlagged, they wouldn't be doing anything special until at least the next day. Tonight would be a night of pizza from her brother's favourite place and beer at home. Emily snapped to attention when she heard boots in the hallway. Her green eyes eagerly scanned the returning soldiers for her brother, anticipation building in her chest as each man and woman returning home found the waiting families. Click to expand... After having served my country for two full years, I was finally returning home, where my sister was eagerly awaiting my return. As my plane begins the final descent and lands, I gather my things, put on my pack, stand up, and walk down the jetway, and out into the airport, where look for my sister, spotting her in thr throngs in a few seconds, and grin, walking over to her, and hugging her close, saying, Hey, sis, I have missed you so much.
Thread: Welcome Home (for eragon8864 and Menarae)

Emily hugged him back hard. I missed you, too, she chirped excitedly. We were so worried...I'm just glad you're home safe. C'mon. You ready for some pizza? She tucked her phone into her back pocket and looped her arm through his and guided him toward the exit.
Thread: Welcome Home (for eragon8864 and Menarae)

I nod, and let her take me to the car, after grabbing my bag, and we go get some pepperonni pizza for me, and I ask what she plans on doing tomorrow.
Thread: Looking for fun (M/F) Now with rules!

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Thread: Looking for fun (M/F) Now with rules!

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Thread: Looking for fun (M/F) Now with rules!

RE Looking for fun MF I'm really tempted to RP with you. My girls aren't whiny bitches lol But really straightforward and rough and they don't really care about feelings. At least that's how I make 'em. Do you have an idea of what you wana RP about? Or would you rather discuss? o
Thread: Looking for fun (M/F) Now with rules!

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Thread: Professor we really shouldn't...(Zabrian x Kiki)

The lights in the girls dormitories clicked on signifying the morning hours. Kiki groaned as she covered her head up with her silver comforter. Knowing that she had to get up she sat and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up she stretched. Kiki was a slender girl standing at an even 5'. She had knee length raven black hair, ice blue eyes, and soft pale skin. After taking a few minutes to wake up she got dressed, grabbed her things, and walked out of the dorms into the common room. Her first class of the morning was potions and she was secretly excited. It was an awful thing, and Kiki was a normally a well behaved girl, but she had had a crush on the school's Potion Master ever since her first year. As she left the common room she headed for the great hall where she ate breakfast quickly. After that she headed back down to the dungeons and walked into the classroom. Seeing that she was the only one there she just walked over to her seat and began setting up. She had always liked being the first one there. That meant she got to be the first one he laid his eyes on. She liked that feeling.