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Thread: Hued as Rose and Wine (Ava & Erit)

A laugh, soft and gentle, reverberated through his bodyand by consequence, her ownas Aerin left his sister's neck, settling atop her with his hips between her legs, gazing nose-to-nose into those eyes so like his own. Are you not always so, my pet? His smile met her lips again, an affectionate peck, and he shifted just enough to start shedding the cloth between his chest and her, tossing the shirt aside haphazardly before his hands found her wrists, pinning her slender arms beside her head. My sweet, beloved sister, do you not ever crave me in so sinful a manner? He was teasing her, of course, because she had sung the answer to these questions in great detail many decades past, after they discovered how greatly she enjoyed it when his manhood filled her rear. She did that only for him, singing beautiful and haunting melodies only he was privvy to, songs of his nightingale so forbidden yet oft taken. One of the many thousands of ways she placed him above all others, his rewards for being her favorite. He relished every bit of it. He slid his body down against hers, holding her arms in place as his face arrived at her covered bosom and nuzzled the soft, shapely mounds. My one and only Aeren, do you not ever crave that I take you as my own, collar and ravish you until not a thought passes your mind? His fangs came out again, biting playfully into a breast through her bodice, before he quickly rose to his feet and took a step back. If that is so, you are quite overdressed for the occasion, my Lady. His smile turned taunting, his eyes cast with a smoulder matched by the desire burning through his loins, daring her to stay in that dress even a second longer. It didn't matter, of course, how long she took they had all of several days and nights ahead of them, and would take their time anyway once Aeren's initial need was sated into merely being an affectionate want . Last edited Jun 5, 2018
Thread: Hued as Rose and Wine (Ava & Erit)

Her brother's words caused her to smile. He knew. He knew that she craved him all hours of the day and night. His kiss was sweet and tender and left her smiling afterwards. Before the seemingly young Lady got the chance to roam her hands upon the newly exposed flesh, they were seized and pinned to the plush surface of the bed. At his sweet and teasing words a soft laugh escaped her lips. The others could not compare to the person who always shared her bed. Mere foreplay with her beloved could shatter her senses and she could even leave it at that, but there was so much more to Aerin that she absolutely adored. A slowly drawn and barely audible breath was taken as the predator lowered himself to her generous bosom. Yes, my Prince, more than ever. Words meant for Aerin and Aerin only. Yet again that sweet mix of pleasure and pain sent molten lava to course through her veins and a soft moan escaped her lips. The first of a lovely symphony to come. Upon her elbows she sat and watched as her handsome and shirtless brother took a step back. Let me remedy that. A wickedly sweet smiled danced upon her lips before she too stood upon her own two feet. A tug of two strings were tugged from the back of her bodice and the dress was easily shrugged off of her shoulders where it cascaded into a black pool of fabric at her black laced heel adorned feet. All, save her sex, was bare for her partner to see. The black lace amid her thighs and her slippers were all that remained. With grace and an aching patience that came with the title of a Lady did she hook a thumb in each side of the delicate material amidst her hips and carefully moved it down the smooth skin of her legs before tossing it aside. To not pounce him took every ounce of strength, but it always made thing all the more sweeter in the end. The pale beauty stepped out of her slippers and pushed them aside with her petite feet before closing the gap between her brother and seized his lips in a quick kiss while her the peaks that adored her breasts were hard and aching in their silent ways for attention. One hand snaked itself along the skin of his side and around to his back where her nails made themselves at home once more in his flesh. The other caressed her brother's arousal through their clothed confines. As the kiss was broken her fangs skimmed his lower lip before they were separated and she took a step back against the edge of their bed. And what of you, hm? I would gladly assist you, should you so desire. It was her turn to tease him. Though it was torture for herself as well. Last edited Jun 5, 2018
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The king of Scotland had passedz leaving everything he owned to his only heir, Annella. Worried for her safety, her advisors sent out decrees throughout the land, summoning every able bodied warrior to a tournament of skill to receive the high honor of becoming her Protector. Men swarmed the castle to prove themselves, wanting nothing more than a luxurious lifestyle.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Munro was a large Scotsman, built well and hardened by the harsh weather of the northern aisles. Blue Wyrm tattoos on his arms and one on the side of his face, if his smile was not so jovial, he would be a much more imposing form.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

When the tournament was at it's peak, he seemed to be the top contender for the title, and the court advisors didn't like that so much. In fact, they hated it a Highlander as the Royal Protector? Out of the question.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

But, every challenge they threw at him, he surpassed. Women swooned over him. He was a warrior, but he was still young.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Days passed and his opponents grew fewer and fewer. The advisors grew angrier. How could this be? After one of his matches, he turned to the advisors to relish in their anger when a beauty stopped him dead. She was looking right at him, dressed in the finest gown and jewels. Her skin was fair, milky, her eyes a stunning blue. She blushed when their eyes met and she looked away.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smirked and bowed to her before slamming an opponent into the dirt, knocking him out cold.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Him, She whispered to her head advisor, I want him. M-My Queen, he is from the Highlands! He's a barbarian! Unfit for the roll! That would make him perfect then, would it not? She asked coolly, Send everyone home, make sure he is treated as a proper guest before bringing him to greet his queen. She said and left.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Munro chuckled at the despair of the advisors, having been crowned the champion.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He was taken to the bathing chambers where he was allowed to wash and was given fresh clothes to change into.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smirks and chuckles, relaxing. This is th' life. He said.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

When he was cleaned and changed, he was brought before the queen, the red haired beauty from before.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smiles and bows respectfully. He was clean and presentable, but he still looked like a rogue.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

You appear to be the strongest and most brave of the men who came to guard me. Her voice was sweet but commanding, impressive for someone just stepping into the role, What is your name?
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

His accent was thick, but not unattractive. He flashed a smile. My name is Munro. His voice was rough and deep, but still a bit gentle.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I hear you hail from the Highlands. That you are a barbarian. She passed a glance to her advisors before returning her attention to Munro, You do not look like a barbarian.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Not a barbarian, but a warrior. Some do not know the difference.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Well, it is my honor to have you as my Protector. She said and offered her hand to him.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smiles and gently takes her hand, kissing her knuckles. A pleasure.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She tried not to blush but it was hard, Tomorrow you will be fitted for your armor and begin your training.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Understood. He said. Will there be anything else? He asked.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Bed me. She shook her head, No, that will be all. The evening meal will be served at sun set. She told him kindly.
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He smiles and nods as he walks off.
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She fanned herself and her advisors sputtered their disapproval.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Training truly was a sight to behold for her, he was far more robust than she would have thought, and there was an even larger Wyrm tattoo on his muscular back.
Thread: Her Protector (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She couldn't stop watching him when she caught him training. He was absolutely wonderful, stunning and handsome beyond words. She knew it was wrong to think such things, but she couldn't stop herself.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan Morris Age 40 Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. He owned a very successful company that sold consumer electronics to various businesses. That and due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money. He was able to retire early. He sold the business and built a cabin in the woods, with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He also had a dungeon built in the basement, so he could start a new business. He would give women who fantasize about begin a sex slave a chance to live out their fantasies for the weekend or longer. Over the next year, Ryan had built up quite the reputation in the BDSM community. He had quite a few very satisfied costumers, mostly business women who needed a break from the rat race. He had just finished up another successful vacation and was in his office doing the books, when the phone rang, Hello, Morris Vacations...
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Page was a successful business woman she had been for quite some time now. She always found herself day dreaming, even during important meetings. Page was very interested in bdsm, but she never knew how to partake. This was something no one knew about her. She always tried keeping it to herself. One of her co-workers came back from their vacation and was telling Page all about it. She knew she needed a vacation. Her co-worker gave her the name of the company and that night before Page could stop herself, she was on the phone. The voice that picked up sent chills down her spine. Um. Yes. She cleared her throat and continued. I wanted to see about booking a vacation with your comalny?
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan smiled. He could tell by the tone of the woman's voice she was a first timer. He took out a form that he had made out to write down his guests requests and got a pen, Of course, he said, Now you should know that these are your standard vacations. This is your chance to live out your sexual fantasies. The only limits are yours. Now, let's get started... What's your name and what's your fantasy?
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Page cleared her throat and moved on with him. Yes, Im aware. She shook her head, she couldn't believe that she was going to do this. My fantasy.... kidnapping. Being used for someones needs. Pausing, she moved on. Nothing too crazy though... just the small stuff. How does all of this work? She was curious, who wouldn't be if they were about to take that next step?
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan wrote down what she wanted. Well,after you tell me what you want, youll deposit your payment in my bank account and then on the day, Ill come and get you. Now, some little details. Where do you want to be kidnapped from? And can you tell me what you want to happen to you during your vacation?
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Nodding along with him, she begin to explain to him what she wanted. She explained to him that she didn't want any hardcore stuff. Page was one for the lighter side of bondage. I'll give you my address, I'll be off a week. I don't want to know when or where. Surprise me. She proceeded to get his bank information and deposited the payment. She then proceeded to give him her address.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan wrote down what Page wanted. Then he gave her the bank information and told her that a week would cost 100,000. Then he wrote down the address and said, Now... I will be sending you a contract... I need it you to sign it before we start. All it says basically is that everything that happens to you during your vacation is 100 consensual. I look forward to seeing you soon, Page. Ryan hung up the phone. The next day he sent the contract to Page and went down to the dungeon to prepare for his next job.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

A complete wreck of nerves was a understatement for how she was feeling. Page had already signed the contract and watched as it sat on the table in her living room. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe it was going to happen. She was looking forward to it, knowing it would happen any moment, maybe the next day. Thats why she had told him. Keep it a surprise.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Once Ryan got the contract back in the mail, the Next day Ryan went to Page's house. He was driving an SUV. He sat in the driveway and waited for her to come home. He was going to take the role of a detective that was going to arrest her. But, instead of arresting her he was going to 'kidnap' her.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Page had been on the way home from the store, groceries in hand, she tugged at her house keys and opened her door. Kicking it shut behind her, she moved to put up the few groceries she had gotten. Page had paid no attention to any of her surroundings. Her head phones had been in and she was jamming to pandora. Moving around the kitchen, she danced to the music, a few moments later she was done and flopped down on the couch.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. He waited for her to answer and then when she opened the door he said, Good Evening, Miss Wilcox. I'm Agent Stewart with the FBI... He showed her his 'badge', There have been questions about your business dealings. I need you to come with me down to the office and answer some questions.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

As she opened the door, she couldn't help but smile. The man was hot. But when he opened his mouth and started talking about her business dealings, she looked confused and nodded her head softly. Just let me get my purse... Page walked over to the kitchen bar and grabbed her purse before she moved outside with him and locked her door behind her. I haven't done anything illegal, I have paperwork for everything's that ever been done.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan escorted Page to the back of the SUV and opened the door for her. Once she was inside he grabbed her purse and closed the door. There was no way she could open the door and there was a plexiglass partition between the front seat and the back seat. He got in the drivers seat and drove away. As they drove, she could tell they weren't going in the city... they where heading into the mountains.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

As he grabbed her purse, she watched him softly. Maybe he just took it to be kind. As Page adjusted herself in the back of the van, she moved to watch the scenery go by. All of her head spinning. She was wondering what was going on with all the buisness affairs. But as she noticed they were going to opposite direction. Headed towards the mountains, she shifted in her seat. Her adventure about to begin. Your not with the FBI are you?
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan smiled when she figured it out, No. I'm not... They drove for awhile until the reached a very nice looking home in the woods. Ryan got out of the car and walked to the back. He pulled out a gun and said, Come out and don't run... I don't want to have to shoot you. Then he opened the door.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Page watched as the home appeared in sight. It was a nice house, looked like it would be nice on the inside aswell. Groaning as she seen him and the gun, she moved towards the door and climbed out slowly. Looking at her surroundings ckosely.I wouldn't know where to run... They were literally in the middle of no where.
Thread: The Busness Woman's 'Vacation' (Ryanmo97 x  Loveme)

Ryan smiled, Smart... He took her hands and cuffed them behind her back. Let's go... he marched her in to the house. She didn't have time to look around because he took her straight down to the basement. There wasn't much in the basement there were a few doors and a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. He took Page to the center of the room and uncuffed her. Then he put her arms in to the shackles over her head. Then he walked around her to get a good look at what she was wearing.
Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

When someone mentions criminal gangs and organised crime, most people's mind goes to The Godfather style Italian family gangs, or if you're British The Cray brothers. More recently, people might think of the South American drug cartels, or perhaps the Asian Triad families. Few people however, would think of North Africa. Many had heard of the chaos caused by some of the North African immigrants through France, but for the most part they were thought of as random acts by frustrated, angry youths. Few realised that amongst the many thousands of immigrants that were currently flooding the southern half of Europe, incredibly organised criminal gangs were operating. Drugs, jewels prostitution and weapons were the obvious sources of income, but these gangs had another branch to their business. Throughout much of Africa and the Middle East, women were treated as little better than slaves. The wealthier one was, the more you had, and if you were particularly wealthy - a foreign women was particularly prized. British, Japanese, Latino and particularly American women were eagerly saught after. Some found women willing to trade their bodies in return for a generous salary, but demand far outstripped supply. The gangs had spotted a gap in the market, setting up a sophisticated network that carefully kidnapped women who they would then sell off at secretive auctions for vast profits. It was one of these networks that Lea Thomas and her group of four American students had inadvertently stumbled into. The tour company she had organised the trip through were, on the surface, completely legitamite, organising hundreds of tours for American groups to Europe and beyond. However, the owner also had close links to one of the gangs, having been born and brought up their himself. Every so often a group, or member of the group caught his attention, and passed the details along. The group of 5 attractive young Americans had been just one of those groups. The planning was completed weeks in advance, the group's schedule known exactly to them. The kidnapping was to take place on day 4 of their trip, when they were scheduled to visit one of France's legendary vineyards. The one selected was particularly isolated. A carefully faked road closure would see the groups rental car diverted along a lonely side road to nowhere, with a steep-sided deep ravine down one side. It was here the snatch team waited, a car parked at the roadside, apparently fixing a puncture a small lorry on the otherside, apparently stopped to help but completely blocking the road. The plan was to snatch the girls, put a few bodies that were needing disposed of in the car, make sure the petrol tank was burning before pushing the car into the ravine. The impact and fire would ensure the identity of the bodies would be assumed rather than proven. The men waited, quietly listening for the sounds of an approaching vehicle, the message from the team on the main road saying the car headed up the diversion and were on their way.
Thread: A Twisted Trip (Bigscottishdude & LeaT)

By day four the initial stress of leading a group of young girls in a foreign country was finally beginning to subside and Lea Thomas was actually beginning to be able to enjoy herself. The tour company really did handle every little detail for them and consequently Lea was able to let her guard down, little did she know it was all by design. Though not the oldest of her students, Lea really relied upon Megan to help keep the other girls out of trouble. Megan Riley had an almost motherly quality in addition to her Midwestern sensibility, and though the older girls didn't always follow her lead, little Emily Johnson was like a second shadow. Lea had already pretty well figured out that while Catherine Calicott liked to talk and act like she was a wild woman, she wasn't nearly as bold as she liked to lead on. Lea would have to talk to her about how that could get her into trouble one day. The one girl Lea really had to keep her eye on was Sarah Adams. Lea kept both eyes on the bold senior who seemed perfectly content to lose herself among the French culture, especially the French men whom she was eager to meet. All five were young and beautiful and happy to be alive as their driver took them up the marked diversion, a detour they would have called it in the States. The view was breathtaking with the high ravine thrusting downward to their left, and the steep slope upwards on their right. Their winery destination a high point of the trip especially since Lea had agreed to let them follow the European custom of allowing girls their age to consume the wine. She called it a 'cultural' exception to the school's strict policy on such things. Even the blocked lane was no cause for concern, in fact the girls were excited to get out of the car and get a better view of the vistas the road afforded. Lea had even managed to keep Sarah from drifting away from the group to check out the workmen doing the repairs. They were busy taking pictures of the landscape and group selfies when the trap was sprung. They would have absolutely no idea until it was far too late to do anything about it.