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Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Aura cried out as his fingers rubbed her slit, and she tried to wriggle up and away from him, but his weight pressed her even closer to the counter, making her yelp in pain as her thin form was shoved against the edge of the counter. She flinched at his surprised exclamation of her secret, and cowered from him, until she gasped and felt her face turning red from fear and embarrassment as he slid his finger inside her. No! she cried in response as he lifted her away from the counter. I don't want to! Stop! She thrashed in his grip as he carried her across the loft, letting out screams for help and pounding her fists on his back as well as she could with them being bound. Aura let out a scream of surprise and fear as she was tossed onto the bed, and instantly prepared to dash to her feet, but Robert was grabbing her wrists already and restraining them over the boardpost. Aura struggled to free her wrists, a panicked sob ripping out of her. She struggled under him, staring up at him in fear and shaking her head continuously, flinching once again as he slapped her breasts. Her heart pounded faster and faster as he pulled her pajama bottoms off, and she shivered as he eyed her slit, quickly closing her legs. Then he found her toy, and Aura gasped as he pressed it to her breasts, not willing to give him an answer. Please don't, she said, hoping if she begged enough she might make him lose interest. I wouldn't be good, I-I... She shifted her legs again, fighting the feelings of stimulation as he attended to her chest. I'd bleed... Aura's trembling body glowed white in the moonlight, and she looked to the window helplessly, struggling under him again. Despite it all, she knew she could feel her pussy lubricating itself, and continually shifted her legs as though she could make it stop. She didn't like this! This was rape, right?! She had always fantasized about this sort of thing, but her antagonist was usually a beach-tanned surfer...not her landlord. And obviously, the experience was quite different from the fantasy. Stop, please...
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Robert intended to prolong this session with his unwilling tenant, so much so that he savoured touching her heaving breasts with the very toy he had witnessed her using to pleasure herself. What's the matter Aura ... afraid of the truth? he questioned while circling her aroused pert nipples with the toy, his weight effortlessly pinning her now-naked body to the large bed. Again and again Robert toyed with her bare breasts as she trembled beneath him, pausing to playfully smack one then the other, loving the uncontrolled jiggling set in motion before using the toy again. Sneering now in search of the obvious truth, Robert leaned in close to her flushed face and asked once again ...What do you use this toy for? before he slid it down from her heaving breasts to her bare pussy slit and held it there against her moist lips and hard clit ... does it fit in your virgin pussy? Holding the toy to her moist lips, Robert sensed Aura's reluctant but inevitable arousal from his tit-play smacks and the sweet sucking of her stiff nipples, and the slickness of her pussy confirmed it. Your little pussy is giving me signs that you are enjoying our playtime, despite what you may say. He starting sliding the head of the toy between her wet lips and gave her clit a bit of a thumb rub while holding the toy just inside her young virgin pussy. Like that just inside your sweet virgin pussy? he questioned while slowly twisting the toy side to side coating it with her pussy juices and savouring the sight. Robert shifted his weight down her smooth thighs, allowing for more delectable leg spreading as he planned to fully penetrate her with the toy. Gonna make you cum baby...gonna make you cum on your own toy before I fuck you I hissed at your scared face lit only by the moon glow from the window. You gonna be a damm good little fuck ... I can tell these things! tossing my head back in laughter and pushing the now slick well-lubed toy deep into you. By the time I've used this toy on you, you'll be begging me to fuck you!
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Aura continued to shake and plead under him, powerless to do anything else. She still struggled every now and then, only to wear herself down more and more as she tried to escape. She resigned herself to simply repeating numbly, No, no, no, over and over. Tears brimmed in her eyes but had yet to fall. How could this be happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? Her shudders grew more pronounced every time he teased her breasts with the toy and she shied away from him as he leaned in toward her face. N-no, I'm not e-e-enjoying it! Aura stammered desperately, and gasped loudly as he began teasing her lips. O-o-oh, God... She tried to close her legs again, but Robert stopped her inevitably. She pursed her mouth shut, struggling to refrain from making any noises, but her chest was heaving with the effort of keeping quiet as her breaths sped up in the combined horror and rising stimulation. She opened her mouth to start begging again, but her plea came out in a half moan, Stop... His words promising to make her cum only terrified her even further, and at least tears raced down her cheeks, proving that she was more frightened than aroused. You can't do this, I'll tell the police, she whimpered, more as a plea than a threat. They'll throw you in jail and you'll be there until you die... If you stop now I won't tell anyone, so please... Then he pushed the toy further inside her, and she let out a yelp, squirming under him as she cried, I've never used them so deep! Wait!
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Grunting in heat as he shoved Aura's toy into her virgin pussy, Robert ignored the pleas and flowing tears as he straddled her obscenely spread legs. Never had a chance to use one of these on a young girl before he boasted while twisting the toy around and pushing it deeper into her slick pussy. With her wrists bound and secured to the bed post, Robert used his free hand to smack each ripe breast again and again, watching in delight as his abuse raised red hand marks on her milky-white skin. AHHHHHHHHHH escaped his dry lips as he watched her young pliable pussy lips virtually mould themselves around the twisting plunging toy with each action ... the thrusting becoming more insistent ... the toy penetrating Aura's young virgin pussy DEEPLY. With her bald pussy affording an unobstructed intimate glimpse of each rude plunging stroke, Robert could feel his thick cock growing fat and impatient in his jeans, and he intended to hasten Aura's inevitable orgasm. It's only a matter of time before you cum for me baby once again fully inserting the toy into her juicy pussy with a squishy sound echoing over her whimpering. With the toy fully inserted and held firm, Robert leaned over to lick around each sore erect nipple while offering mock condolences to his naked abused tenant. We don't have to do it this way baby ... it could be easier on you ... More kissing of each bare breast, reddened from the smacking, then just before Robert latched onto a tasty breast, he pinched Aura's swollen clit between his rough thumb and forefinger and rubbed it ...You're gonna cum soon baby...then it's fuck time!
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Aura cried out in shock as the toy penetrated deeper and deeper inside of her, writhing back as though she could pull away from it. She shut her eyes tightly and yelped as he began to abuse her breasts again, shuddering violently from the combined assault on her pussy and breasts. Minutes passed before her gulping sobs gave way to gasping breaths as she resisted the mounting instinctive pleasure, the gasps growing louder and louder in the large room. Robert's actions grew harder, faster, and Aura gasped out, It hurts, but for some reason her hips were beginning to move...! No, no! She shook her head vehemently, her breathing still compromised of pleasured yet terrified gasps. Her hips continued to move against her will, grinding into the toy to push it even further inside of her. A very soft moan escaped her as he began to suck at her breast again, one that she cut off as soon as it start, when Robert pinched her clit. She cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure, her pussy lips convulsing around the toy repeatedly in the wake of her orgasm. Aura's breathing grew heavier and harsher as her hips moved against Robert's hand, and her head fell back as the feelings took her in wave after wave. At last, when it was done and she felt her juices leaking out around the toy, Aura let out a sob and shook her head. P-please don't rape me, was all she managed to whisper, her body spent and numb with the aftermath of the orgasm.
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Robert sensed the heightened urgent responses of Aura to his constant pussy play with the toy and the tit-slapping before he actually felt it. Once her hips started lifting in wanton need for the budding orgasm, Robert knew that he had turned her. She had been taken from a state of complete and utter denial for his rude actions, to a yelping bitch in heat spread-eagled on her bed, on the verge of a mighty orgasm. Hearing her soft moans, he kept the toy inserted deep up her pussy as she wiggled senselessly under his weight, knowing that a tit was needing attention again. His hand on her bald pussy ..thumb rubbing her clit as her sobs gave way to moans, he sucked on a tit as her breathing became ragged and short. That's it baby..cum for me he shouted holding the toy in deep as Aura clenched her pussy lips around the toy in a hard panting orgasm. Watching a captive young girl plunge over the edge of an orgasm with only a toy stuck up her virgin pussy was an arousing sight, and knowing that it was all captured on cam only heightened the perversion. Robert pulled the slimy toy from her clenched pussy with a resounding pop and pressed it hard to her lips..taste your cum baby...cause I'm going to taste you now before I fuck you silly
Thread: Tenant's Nightmare [PenandSword/nolonger53]

Aura turned her head away quickly, causing the toy to hit her cheek instead, and she shuddered at the feeling and the scent and began to cry quietly again. As more feeling returned to her body again, she began to struggle once more, trying to free her legs from under his weight and kick out at who she'd once considered to be her friendly landlord, now...a monster. Aura shuddered violently, her breaths speeding up once again, this time due to panic. G-get out! she shrieked, more horrified at herself than she was at him now. How could she have let the pleasure overwhelm her given what was going on? How had she orgasmed with this fucking pervert causing it against her will?! Get out! Get out! Sh-she'd been violated, but maybe she could stop the true form of rape, m-maybe... Get off of me! she cried. I didn't want to do that. You forced me to!
Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

TERRIFYINGLY DEMENTED FAIRYTALES Fairytales. They are stories of old that define who we are. They tell of a time that once was using elements of the fantastical. They form tradition, establish culture and, most importantly, give warning to any and all who are truly willing to listen and read between the lines that are written on weathered pages yellowed by time. Magic and glamour lure in the listener, their eyes going wide as the tantalizing siren song of the fairytale gives them pause and makes them think twice about everything they do. Everything they hear. Everything they say. Paranoia and fear begin to loom as the story is told, the horrors buried deep within the pages taking on a life of their own. The mundane no longer exists and every shadow suddenly has eyes. Every stranger is now one to be wary of for fear of what atrocities they might commit, what dark thoughts lurk in their black minds. With shaking hands and a pounding heart, force your eyes to read on and let the siren song carry you deeper into the true horror of fairytales. Let their warnings guide you and shape you. Let them lead the way. Follow the path. Forge on ahead. There's no turning back now. No turning back And now our terrifyingly demented story of horror begins All RPers will use the following header when they post for their characters HEADER PHP img bNameb bLocationb where your character is located bTaggingb who your character is interactingspeaking with directly andor can seehear in the vicinity hr For Reference Interest Thread - Character Profiles Thread - OOC Discussion Thread -
Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Fenrir Location Tagging Scarlett, the forest grove The forest did indeed have eyes. Most were smart enough to not venture in too deep to the wild, and those that did rarely found the grove that acted as the center of the forest. Most actually never wondered out of the forest again, rather the town would find the bodies some two or three days later, eaten and sacrificed to the wolves. However that was not the fate he had chosen for young the young girl in red, the further she ventured into the woods the more his eyes lingered on her and the more he padded along side, invisible for the most part. Fenrir, was the lord of this forest. Everything from the birds to the many wolves that actually fed upon this land were his, and in a way even the wind and trees spoke to his natural senses. Fenrir was a giant wolf in his current form. six hands larger then any others. It's brown fur helped to shade into the forest's dull wood and dirt, but in the grove everything was green. This was Fenrir's home the place in the forest he came to rest, and a place only a few chosen could even reach. Sniffing the air Fenrir felt the prescience of a unique chill to the air. It was a cold wind that was not what this season called for. Fenrir on the other hand did not shiver, it's fur was far too thick for such a thing. Walking into the grove it found the young girl who he had so often watched, but never actually revealed himself too. His yellow eyes watched her heavily for a moment it's long sharp teeth open showing her that he was a creature that at the least demanded all of her respect if not fear. It walked around sniffing the air of it's grove. It had let her venture this far many times, and even given her protection from the elements of the forest, but until now he had stayed away, in the shadows of the forest, as a pair of luminescent eyes that watched her from a distance. Today was different. Scarlett was often troubled, nature had taken much from her, and as a creature of all nature Fenrir found something akin to mercy on the girl, though most could have confused it for something like petty greed. He had taken her into his protection, and as he circled around the grove he sat down his eyes still watching her until finally he spoke, not in some howl but rather with the human tongue. You find this place because I guide you to it. The trees this deep in the forest are not ones you can trust. His voice was like low growls, clearly it wasn't used often. He watched her reactions, waiting for her to make some sort of move, his eyes never leaving the smaller girl. Sitting as he did he dwarfed the girl, his body was a mass of teeth, claws, fur and powerful muscles, all of which looked like he was in a constant state of hunger. However this girl had many uses... food was not one of them. You should feel honored, I do not come out to meet just anyone.
Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Robin Hood Location The hills of France Tagging No one Robin Sighed as he picked up another empty trap. That would have normally have been okay, but these traps were sprung. Without animals in him. His stomach growled to remind him he hadn't eaten in 3 days. He had a plentiful supply of water from a brook he had been following along with hope. From his survival skills, Robin knew that a brook ran into a stream, a stream into a small river, a small river into a pond or bigger river. Once they got to that size he knew a town or a small village was near. It didn't matter anyway. Having foolishly given away all his money in Nottingham before running off, Robin was relying solely on his skills with a bow to survive. He couldn't do that much longer though and he realized that. After picking up his empty traps, Robin hurried along the brook and smiled when he heard the sounds of faster currents. Finally a bigger stream. He smiled as he came out of the woods and gasped. In front of him was a large river. Excited by this new find he ran up to look to the left and right of it to see if he could see any towns or villages. His smile grew even wider as he saw one off in the distance. Running happily towards it as twilight approached. He entered the village. Finding an older gentleman, he went up and smiled before speaking to him. Excusez-moi monsieur, mais quel est le nom de ce village? He asked as the villager replied. C'est Chansons-Du-Crpuscule Robin smiled and thanked the man as he went and found an inn. Making a down payment with some of his last money. He would have to find work somewhere out in the village the next day. He was very resourceful. He had proven that many times over. Perhaps the townspeople needed saving from a monster, perhaps they needed food. Maybe he could open an archery school of some sorts. All that was for later though, at the moment Robin was extremely tired. Sighing and yawning, he washed and shaved his face before lying down on the bed. He fell asleep with a smile on his face as he thought of exciting new prospects that this new village would bring him.
Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name The Judge Location La Notre Dame, Central Paris, France Tagging Esmerelda It is not enough that your enemy fears what you have done. He will only seek to stifle you, that you may never repeat your successes. He must be fearful of what you are capable of, that he shall dread the thought of ever standing in your way. -Claude Frollo The halls of the Dame were chilly yet serene, soothing and safe in the most unnatural, terrifying way, as if the walls themselves were alive. The Dame stood vigilant, watching, whispering, waiting, as if her untold secrets held her stones in place just as much as the pewter, like earthen veins, running through her sculpted body designed, like many a silent woman, in the image of a man's idea of perfection. Candles flickered before the altar in rows like war-graves, granting the sacred halls the dim light of a smiling moon. By the center of the altar was the tall stone figure of a hooded man with a crown of iron, jagged spikes lashing out in every direction like a weapon, or a curse. Sprouting from his back, spread wide, were the wings of a crow and a dove, as if each pointed in a direction. Underneath, the arm by the crow-wing cradled a baby while the dove-wing raised a sword. Those familiar with the faith, and the Judge, understood the altar's meaning. Whosoever came to pray at the altar was granted audience with either the crow or the dove. While the eye of the Judge was in many places, the faithful could serve as his eyes as well, and request his favor. All matters related to suffering and death were to be spoken of with the dove, an anonymous figure behind a metal grill - ethical and moral in every sense, a gentle soul. All matters related to the inverse would require an audience with the crow, a figure of bitterness and apathy, nihilism incarnate. Those who convince the dove or the crow are granted the Judge's attention, and might see their prayer come to fruition. To Esmerelda, though, the altar would provide little comfort beyond the warmth of the altar-candles. The people of France may have laughed and gasped and bitten their lips in desire, but no Frenchman was willing to put his neck out for a gypsy, for the faith had deemed them impure. Who needed reason when you could instead trust in the bigotry of your idol? Beautiful, isn't it? came a voice like the most unnatural of fine silks, soothing yet terrifying, deep, soft, yet with the serpentine round-about of a cobra poised to strike. The crow and the dove. Convince one to consider the path of the other, and your intentions are shown. After all, move your enemy, your diametric opposite, to your cause, and who can doubt its worthiness? he finished, stepping closer across the cold stone floor. But, of course, you are not here for an audience. Just a cold, lost, beautiful soul seeking solace. A pause, a devilish smirk barely visible in the flickering darkness. The Dame's massive doors slammed shut with a loud, reverberating thud as guttural snarls echoed from every open passage, stone catacombs leading only deeper into the Cathedral. You have not come to the right place.
Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Pocahontas Location The Forest Tagging Maleficent Her fox technically but still, heading towards Scarlet Fenrir The lone Native American princess had been desperately doing in and everything in her power to think. She couldn't just stay put here, that much was obvious. But really, where could she go to? Was there even a location she could try to travel to and not risk being sought after? Few places were coming to her mind. She'd heard rumors that many places in France had gone from their more typical routines to a more chaotic form of life. So that was one she had been on the fence about for a while. In it's own ways, that could be a possibility for her. She might be able to somehow mingle in and keep herself hidden away. At the same time, the thought made her inwardly scoff. She stuck out so easily with her darker colored skin and everything. There was almost no way for her to stay concealed. Maybe a day or a few if she was lucky. But after that? The sounds of something moving made her hands move away in time to see a fox. Her head tilted as she noticed the unique look the creature had to it, especially the fur. Was ... that normal? Not that she'd seen or known about. A copper hand raised to wipe away what tears remained as she slowly stood up. Even if it was only to study the fox more, Pocahontas definitely felt obliged to follow it. It was likely a reckless and foolish idea, she realized. But somewhere deep down inside, she just felt like she had to follow it. Hell, maybe this was the answer on what she should do? She had been looking for a sign of sorts and if this fox was it .. well ... it'd be more stupid to ignore the animal. Lead on .. she finally spoke, barely in a whisper. As unique as the fur was, those eyes had ... a mesmerizing sort of look to them. It only seemed to strengthen the abrupt urge to follow the fox. But it finally began to dawn on Pocahontas of what may have been an even more honest reason for wanting to follow it. Usually, she could empathize with any beings of nature. Yet, she couldn't detect anything from it. That was bothering her and even slightly disturbing Pocahontas. She hadn't lost her touch, not to her knowledge. And even if she did, she would have definitely known about it. Divine punishment, regardless of who performed it, was always known about to the unfortunate receiver. Thus in the princess's case, Pocahontas would have been told by ... whomever wound up trying to remove her abilities. In fact, the more she contemplated on that ever happening, the more it made a shiver trail down her spine. It was honestly a scary thought as the empathy had actually helped guide and even save her a few times. Her head quickly shook from side to side, making a few raven bangs do so in the process, as her eyes remained on the fox, allowing it to lead her. Where to and why ... well ... hopefully she would know or be able to find out soon.