Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

While Francine checked over the documents, Amber disappeared to the kitchen where she made the pair some tea. She used the same ingredients for both cups except for Francine's, which had an extra ingredient. This extra ingredient would be the very thing which would bring her downfall... something which after a few sips would cause the unfortunate woman to fall asleep for a long time. It would give Amber enough time to strip her, raid her bank for everything it was worth and get her ready for her new life as an egg-laying slut. As the kettle boiled, the farm owner smiled to herself, listening to the woman next door talk about her lawyer and such. When the question about eggs was brought up, Amber almost laughed. Oh, don't worry. Our egg produce is second-to-none. We keep our... 'hens'... in the barn. The one you passed on the way to the manor? By this point, the tea had been made and Amber made sure to remember which cup she had placed the medication in to. She then handed it to Francine, hoping that she actually drank it before leaving. She appeared to be in some kind of hurry, as if this farm wasn't such a big deal to her. Amber almost sighed, shaking her head at another woman with too much money. However, keeping these women as slaves was expensive. The medical bills among other things was burning a hole in Amber's pocket, so looking at it one way... Francine was actually paying to be staying here. It was a funny old world sometimes.
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

She can hear Amber getting the tea ready in the kitchen while she waited. Her left leg can be seen moving up and down, showing her impatience while she waited around for the woman to bring the tea in. She feels she could use the caffeine since she had to wake up early just to get to the barn. There is a strange scent in the air that bothers the well-dressed woman, making her want to leave the farm and head back into the polluted air of the city. She listens to her the woman reassures her that they are making enough eggs. Though, she still doesnt really display too much interest on the farm. She just wants to make sure she is getting money back after having invested a large sum of money on it. After a little while, she soon sees the woman returning with two cups of tea. She takes it after it has been handed to her and brings it to her lips. She breathes in the scent, hoping to replace the horrid scent of the farm out of her nose before finally sipping at the tea. I see Well, I supposed Ill have to send someone down to see the barn for me. She says to Amber, feeling she doesnt need to dirty herself any further. She feels she is going to have to get her car detailed again once she gets back home after this visit. After a few minutes have passed, she finally finishes off the tea and picks up her purse. Right. Ill be going now. Nice doing business with you. She says as she stands, not bothering to shake Ambers hand as she walks away from the table. Ill send someone to take a look at that barn in a few days... I hope to Uhmm Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly feels light headed. She continues walking towards the door and reaches for it, but misses it completely before falling to her knees. Something. Is I dont. Again, she has a hard time forming words and soon her head is resting against the door while she sits there on her knees, looking as if she cant support herself anymore as her arms go limp at her sides. Her eyes soon roll back into her head and she finally blacks out, drooling a little with her soft lips parted.
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

Amber watched Francine get to her feet, and for a minute she was beginning to worry that she hadn't put enough of the magic medicine in to the tea to put her to sleep. But eventually, the effects began to take hold and Francine falls to her knees. Amber walks over to her as she struggles to get her words out, realising that something was happening. Yet the farm owner did not let on, yet she also did nothing to help her. She just stood there, watching, and waiting for the moment where she went to sleep. When it happened, Amber wasted no time in getting to work. The bank details could wait, she was more concerned about restraining the woman first. As soon as she was secured inside the barn, Amber could go off to the nearest bank which was many miles away and transfer as much money as she liked. Picking Francine up, Amber dragged her in to the living room where she was stripped of every piece of clothing. As she lay there on the carpet, Amber couldn't help but get to her knees and look at the woman closely, giving her breasts a good grope with her gloved-hand. You rich girls are all the same. I guess that's why I never get bored of turning you in to my slaves. Taking Francine's sleeping body to the barn was a different story altogether. First, she had to drag her in to the garage where the pony girl stood standing obediently, right where she had been left. Amber struggled, but was unable to ask the pony for help due to her arms being permanently restrained behind her back. With one big lift, she threw the woman in to the chair of the wagon, and ushered the pony girl to begin prancing towards the barn. Amber remained by the slave's side, just in case she tried to run off. The thought of using the car had come to mind, but it had become routine for Amber to rely on old-fashioned methods of transport such as 'horses' and carts. Having isolated herself from society for all these years, she had become a stranger to things like cars, which people like Francine took for granted. It meant that it took longer to reach the barn, but Amber did not mind. She enjoyed the walk from time to time, as in this instance it gave her time to think, to come up with what she was going to do and say to Francine when she came to. Once they reached the barn, Francine was put in to position. Her wrists were shackled together, and pulled above her, where they were attached to a hook which dangled from the ceiling. Amber pulled the mechanism, and her feet were lifted from the ground, leaning about a foot gap between the straw floor and her naked toes. Then, Amber opened each of the individual stalls and each of the female breeders were brought out in front of her. Each woman's arms were restrained behind her back with a leather arm binder, while a wooden bit gag was secured between their teeth. Each woman was pregnant, and Amber was hoping that when Francine woke up... she would see just where the eggs actually came from.
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

Francines breathing is slow and steady while she sits there with her face pressed firmly against Ambers front door, looking so pathetic in the awkward position. She remains unconscious while she is pulled from the door and dragged into the living room, staying as limp as a rag doll before being placed on the carpet. She doesnt show any signs of waking up any time soon while her clothes are removed from her mature form, causing her large breasts to bounce here and there from each firm jerk when the clothing is pulled off. She makes a little gasp when her heavy mounds are fondled and groped, but she remains deep asleep through the little inspection. After having been placed in the seat of the carriage, she begins to stir a little from the bumpy ride to the barn. She can be heard making little moans here and there, but the bumping is still not enough to wake the drugged woman. Her breasts can be seen bouncing from each bump, jiggling a little before finally settling down every so often. A little dirt can be seen collecting on her bare skin as she is dragged into the barn and into her own stall, starting to look like the proper hen Amber plans on turning her into. She winces when feeling the shackles digging into her wrists while she is being lifted off of the pile of hay that appear to be in a form of a large nest, causing her discomfort and soon pain while her wrists begin to redden. Soon after the hens have been released from their stalls, she finally begins to wake up from her drug induced slumber. She groans a little from the pain she is feeling deep within her head, having a hard time focusing her eyes while looking down to see Amber standing over pregnant women kneeling before her. What. Whats going on? How... ugh... She says with a worn out tone to her voice as a little drool is seen glistening from her lips to her chin. She still feels quite dizzy as she stares down at the display, having a hard time believing what she is seeing while the world seems to rotate before her blue eyes.
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

Amber was pleased to see that her newest recruit had finally awoken, although it was clear to her that the 'special' ingredient she had used to knock her out was still having some lasting effects on her. She seemed disorientated, and unsure of her surroundings. That was to be expected, of course. One did not normally wake up to find herself naked in a barn, shackled and dangling in front of very pregnant woman. This all might seem very confusing to you, Francine . She said to the woman, taking a few steps towards her and standing by her side. Her hands were now clothed in rubber gloves, and she wasted no time in slipping her three middle fingers straight in to her cunt. Her violation was neither gentle nor delicate, and her fingers furiously burrowed their way inside of her, as if having a good feel. I think you will be an excellent breeder, Ms. Bloodstone . She smiled, still not explaining anything to the confused woman. Eventually, Amber removed her hands and wiped the wetness against her trouser leg. She walked away from Francine, ignoring anything she might be saying to her, and disappeared from view. The sound of the barn door opening and closing could be heard, indicating that Francine was left alone with the gagged 'women' in front of her. They looked at her curiously, as if fascinated by the sight of a new girl. Their hands, having been bound behind them, meant they were unable to even speak to her, nor explain or give the answers she was seeking. However, their behaviour did give her some indication at the true nature of the farm here. A couple of the squating women were now indicating signs of what only could be described as child-birth. Their eyes were closed tightly, and they were making sounds which suggested they were... pushing . What ever they were pushing, it was coming out of them from below. And none of them looked to be having an enjoyable time doing it either. Then it came. The first girl popped. After a lengthy push which seemed to last almost an entire minute, she squeezed out... an egg . And it was no ordinary egg, nor was it as small as the kind you could find in a supermarket. And after the massive egg finally came out, the woman's experience was far from over... and her still big belly suggested there were far more to come...
Thread: The Barn (Cheesecake&LataPaine)

Francine barely looks all there while the effect of the drug is still in her system. The world seems to rotate before her eyes as she hangs there trembling, feeling as if she may vomit soon. Her rolling eyes soon focus on Amber as she walks towards her, having a hard time focusing on her words. Her eyes widens and she cries out when suddenly feeling three fingers being stuffed up her cunt, causing her body to tremble harder and waking her up from her drug induced haze. Stop! Stop it! Take them out! She cries out, feeling the woman forcing her fingers deeper and deeper into the dry hole. Her body writhes while she hangs there, feeling the digits squirming and digging deeply while the insides of her cunt begins to moisten from the forced stimulation. She isnt a virgin, but it has been a long time since the last time she had anything inside her, feeling so foreign and tight with the three fingers so very deep inside of her body. So focused on the figures squirming inside her body, she barely hears the woman mentioning her being a breeder. Her body soon goes limp when finally feeling the womans fingers being pulled out, showing a little moisture before being whipped off. She breathes in heavily while she hangs there, already feeling out of breath. She can feel her juices traveling down her trembling thighs, feeling so very sick and weak. She stares down with a tired expression while the woman steps out of her view, listening to the sounds of a door opening and closing. Her eyes soon lock onto the pregnant women sitting before her. Their bellies are so round and firm, looking like stuffed turkeys. To the drugged woman, it appears to look like some kind of strange dream to see bound pregnant women kneeling before her. After a little while, she suddenly sees a few of the women closing their eyes while they begin going into labor. Because everything is still hazy, she doesnt understand what she is seeing, but she can see something thick and white moving towards the floor between the womens spread thighs. A horrified look forms on her face when she realizes what she is seeing, watching as a large egg roll along the floor. G Get me out of here! She yells out at the top of her lungs, realizing what she is seeing is very real.
Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Cross stood easily as the woman's eyes traveled up, and up, taking in the sight of him. He smiled. That's me. Dirk Osterhout. Haven't went by that for years though. So please, call me Cross. And yes, I have been briefed on everything rather extensively. She hadn't introduced herself but Cross knew this had to be Agent Owen. He'd heard she was a hard-ass. By-the-book all the way, and cold as ice. So far she seemed to fit what he'd heard. As she began to fill him in on what she knew he listened intently. As she spoke he knelt down by the body. A single stab wound. he said softly, more to himself than to Agent Owen. Precision strike, the blade curved to pierce lung, then heart both. I wasn't ignoring the other wounds on the body. Not at all. Yet that simple single strike, as the killing blow... Whomever the killer is, they know anatomy. Surgeon perhaps. Butcher maybe. Strong. Fast. Yet able to get close to the victim. Someone they knew, perhaps trusted. Maybe simply someone unassuming. Cross stood and looked thoughtfully about the room. He gestured to the symbol. Obviously tied to the occult, or at least that is what the killer would have us believe. Any indication there may be two killers? Master and apprentice perhaps? Cross was simply tossing out ideas. He had not yet given up completely on the trafficking. However, he'd be glad if it had nothing to do with that in the least. Cross had seen the lines and said, Perhaps I should start some old-fashioned research then. Sounds like a lot of long nights and strong coffee. He chuckled then and his expression turned more serious. It was obvious that Agent Owen was submersed in this fully, and any sort of comment me made might be taken the wrong way. It wasn't that he was making light of the situation. Yet he had to keep his sense of humor to keep his sanity. After seeing the things he had seen he had little choice really. That or go mad. He'd rather not join the ranks of the sort he'd come to arrest. Cross was the sort of man to wear his heart on his sleeve and it often worked against him. Yet could be a major boon as well. In that vein he'd decided to immerse himself in as much depravity as possible after he got out of the military. At least in most combat the enemy was clear cut. Point and shoot. law enforcement was often so different, and he found that, despite being an Agent for ten years now, he was always surprised and learning new things. He was ready to get into this case with Agent Owen. So, do you have a place we can talk about the case? I'm starving.
Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

She arched a slender brow at his comment of old-fashioned research. As though she hadn't already been doing that? Great, this is going to be fantastic, she thought to herself. She stepped around him and handed the two evidence bags to one of the other agents, Tag it, was all she said as she stepped out of the room, before she went down the hallway however, she turned around and looked back at Osterhout, Coming along? she asked. Then she rounded the corner. Once he would catch up to her she would just keep on walking along until they got to the elevator. She hit the button for the first floor before folding her arms and leaning against the wall to the side of her. She remained silent until the doors opened, You have your own car, or are you riding with me? she asked him then as she lead the way to through the lobby. Once she heard the answer that he did have a car, but left it on the streets, she looked at him as though he were insane, but shrugged, I'll take you to it, what street? she then asked as she walked out the revolving door of the hotel and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The weather was still quite chilly, but Jordan seemed unaffected by it for the moment. She turned to the right and lead him to a black 2011 Ford Expedition. She pulled a set of keys from her left pocket and pressed a button, the car let off a noise informing her that the alarm was off and doors unlocked, Hop on in, she told him as she rounded to the driver's side. She had to pause for a moment to wait for other cars to drive past. Once there was an opening she opened her door and, literally, climbed in. After she'd settled she inserted the key into the ignition and turned the motor on before she slid her seat belt over and buckled it. She looked over to Osterhout, I'll take you to your car, then we'll go grab some food, and take it to the Bureau building, she said to him, Anything in particular you feel like having? she then asked him. The entire time she talked, she'd been watching for a moment to drive out of the parking spot. Once it came along, she pulled out and first headed in the opposite direction, she needed to make a U-turn to get to the street he left his car on, unfortunately, they ended being stuck before the were able to reach the intersection.
Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

He caught the arch of her brow and wondered why even that small reaction bothered him. Hadn't she specifically said there was no information in their database and on the Internet? What the hell did she think the next logical step would be? Asking the prop of the donut shop? Then, as she handed off the evidence and ordered the other to 'tag it', Cross knew what type of woman he was dealing with. Too pompous and high-handed to keep track of her own evidence. After she'd been promoted, which he knew she had been at some point, she was too important to do the little things. He soon followed, after her curt and somewhat sarcastic question as to whether he was coming, and they exited the building. Hopping into the Expedition he shook his head at the wastefulness of it all. This large vehicle for one Agent? He was happy with the Crown Victoria he'd been issued a couple years ago, and it had plenty of room. He wondered if she'd asked for this monstrosity. He'd buckled in and waited for her to start the vehicle. After she asked what he was in the mood for he smiled wanly. Well, we're here in Chinatown and also right next to Little Italy. I don't see why we can't pick one of those and have a wonderful meal as well. I doubt anyone here in Chinatown knows anything, and wouldn't talk if they did anyway. Maybe someone in the next part of town has heard something. Information had a way of making the rounds, and with this particularly gruesome killing happening on their border, Cross had to wonder if putting a bit of a squeeze on the civilians in the area would yield results. As the large SUV ground to a halt Cross smirked a bit. Told you. he said. This is why I had to leave the car behind. Maybe we should just walk? Get some fresh air. Besides, I think you'd be able to tell me more of your own thoughts on the case if you didn't have to worry about dodging folks. He smiled over at her, hoping to maybe break the ice a small bit as it seemed neither of them had made a good first impression on the other. Not that they had to. He could work with anyone.
Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Cross watched as she massaged her scalp and the way she rested her head in her hands. He'd seen that before. His mother had suffered from migraines. He wondered if it was the same for Agent Owen. Not that he cared. So long as she could do the job. He was about to answer that he might indeed prefer to walk rather than continue to be an annoyance, which he obviously was, when her phone rang. He sat silently, only able to hear one side of the conversation. Apparently there was something going on with a child, as Agent Owen mentioned her father. He continued to sit silently as she made a call of her own, addressing what he had surmised was a fellow Agent as 'Jim'. She'd said that another Agent would be sent to pick up the child, presumably hers. Such a wonderful application of resources. he thought wryly, and still held his tongue. He was never one to say how things should be done, and each Agent and agency had their own means and ways. As she continued her conversations, his theories proved themselves and he at least took a bit of solace in that fact. One would think she'd be grateful for any help other agencies might lend, and he could tell that she was rather burdened - both with the stress of the job and whatever family life she had. Yet she had not shown one iota of graciousness or relief in the slightest. Instead he'd been met with contempt and annoyance. Which made his decision on whether to stay and help easy. This last victim cut all possible ties to human trafficking. Agent Owen had said so herself. So Cross was no longer needed. It was possible that further victims might shed light on that avenue again, but this particular victim was all Agent Owen's problem. Once they reached his car he'd call his Director and he'd inform her of the problem. If he was lucky he'd be reassigned to strictly work on those victims. It may all tie together, it may not. Then she mentioned her 'Mommy Hat'. Cross frowned. Nancy had always wanted children. He didn't. It was the only point of contention that had existed between them. He knew that Agent Owen's first concern was her child, no matter the depth of the case. It took her focus from where it needed to be. He'd seen it first-hand already. What if that call had come while any other number of things were being tended to? Cross found it disturbing that he needed to clear his head already, get away from Owen for awhile. She hadn't even introduced herself yet and he found her presence... uncouth. Once we part ways at my car then I can just meet you back at the Bureau. He finally said. Then he remembered she'd likely have her daughter and changed. That might not be the best idea, sorry. Maybe it would be better to meet sometime tomorrow morning? Perhaps at the Bureau then? Or someplace for breakfast perhaps. Once he had her answer he asked, As for the case, obviously the vics are all Chinese females. Any theories on that yet?