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Thread: Soul Eater rp (Malin, and Frogger)

Shen shook his head he didn't like the conditions of this agreement anymore then his sister, but his head was hung downwards in shame. He knew his sister meant well with her saying that what happened was all her fault but they had both heard death, and the real problem hadn't been her. Kiyoko please... Right now your injured, because I chocked. I cracked under pressure, just like half the other times we have a mission it's not all you okay. You heard death we both have a lot we need to work on. Walking Kiyoko up the stairs to their building he grabbed his keys and opened the door for his injured sister. Shaking his head he was worried about the immediate future. Shen's biggest problem right now was the bracelet. He didn't trust it, three feet seemed like such a short distance and while he knew that it would be needed he had no idea what that actually meant. It seemed to him like over the next two weeks there would be no shortage of dirty laundry the two had to air. If all of this didn't destroy them then who knows, maybe it would actually succeed in making them a stronger combination of meister and weapon. Then again it could also, and more likely, end in one of them killing the other. Both outcomes seemed very likely as he was now forced to put up with his sisters actions after a while. Shen had to admire just how creepy their city was at night, the moon was disturbing enough, but there was enough scenery out tonight to give him chills, he was glad then to finally close the door on the night time chill and instead hold the warmth of indoors. Taking a short elivator ride up to their appartment simply because he didn't want to force his sister up the stairs he got in the door. Before we go to bed, we are gonna need to gather everything we need. He said very clearly the last thing either of them needed to do was wake up in the middle of the night and forget that they were now attached. Walking off to go get a drink of water only to shock and wake the other. Listen, Kiyoko, I know I give you a hard time, but... your not nearly as dumb as you think you are. He said lightly trying to reassure her. the crushing amount of self doubt she had wasn't helping anyone let alone Shen who was slowly becoming more wary of his sister with each passing time she apologized to him. Now that they were away from death he was half expecting his sister's claws to come out.
Thread: Soul Eater rp (Malin, and Frogger)

No, youre just saying that, to try and make me feel better I know Im pretty dumb Theres no need to sugarcoat it, okay? Kiyoko tried to think about all she would need, such as pajamas, toothbrush, underwear, socks Wait. A question began to arise, intercepting her thoughts and making her pay attention. If three feet is our limit...which bedroom are we going to sleep in? Its not like we can take off our bracelets, only to put them back on in the morning Her gaze thoughtful, she leaned against the nearest wall, letting Shen go back into his bedroom for his...necessities. It wasnt altogether pleasant, hobbling on her own...but at least she wasnt depending entirely on him for transportation. Even with her injuries, she liked being a little bit independent. Of course...even though the bracelets were on her mind, Kiyoko completely forgot about how the devices were on their wrists...and active. A jolt of electricity went through her body, not exactly painful...but definitely a shock. Heart pounding wildly, she threw a glance in his direction...also recovering from the electric attack. Im sorry about that I just I was being...you know, an idiot How is this going to improve anything? she asked within the privacy of her mind. Yes, we cant walk away from each other...but really...wont this make it worse? After all...we cant have even a moment of privacy...wont we get on each others nerves? I know he will...and its probably the same, vice versa... Kiyoko wrapped an arm around his shoulders...ignoring the sting her pride just received. I wish I could be smarter...if only to make our lives easier Once they reached his room on their right, she hobbled inside...keeping her eyes down on the floor. Her cheeks blushed a dark pinkish-red. Even though they are brother and sister, related by blood and everything she didnt know what to expect in his room...or what he would bring into their joined room. Are there porn magazines hidden underneath his bed? Or are posters of naked girls on one of his walls...or on all four? The thoughts making her blush even darker...she forced herself from going any further than that, and instead kept up with him...so that they wont accidentally receive another shock. Where are we going to sleep? Kiyoko finally spoke up, blushing still. I mean...we cant go to our separate rooms, and um...there is also the issue of...how are we going to change clothes. I dont know if the living room couch is big enough for the both of us The...The only option may be that we sleep in either your room...or mine, depending on which bed is bigger...and more comfortable
Thread: Soul Eater rp (Malin, and Frogger)

Shen felt the sting of the bracelets before he could even speak up as his sister walked away from him trying to be more indipendant. He winced as he looked down. that was a warning shot more likely the charge would get more painful with each incursion they took. Best to use the few feet they had away from each other sparingly. He shook his head as his sister once again called herself an idiot. Does she really have no self confidence? and why is she being so clingy now? He thought as somewhat selfishly. It wasn't that they hadn't been close in the past but they had grown distant, and so much touching wasn't like her. Maybe it was just that she needed him for support, but even that was starting to get old Shen thought darkly. Shen's room was a library of sorts. Everything had it's place, and every place had a thing. The walls were clustered with shelves that contained everything from books to Small miniature figures. A hobby he had done his best to hide, as some of the figures were of women who's clothing could be best described as loose, and their physical proportions were nothing less then exaggerated. They varied in job from sexy witches, to nurses, to one girl who had animal ears. Shen scratched the back of his neck trying to figgure out what he would need for the night. Opening a drawer he pulled out a pair of socks and closed the drawer quickly and loudly. forgetting that it was the drawer he had stashed the few dirty magazines he actually had. Who actually puts that kind of stuff under the bed? that's the first place people check. He said simply glad that the magazines were covered by many pairs of socks. He grabbed a shirt, and a pair of pajama pants. He scratched his head thinking over which bed they would use. Shen turned to face his bed, it was a single, not exactly comfortable for two people. If we slept in here we would practically be breathing on one another. He said finally after all of the thinking he had put into the statement. His bedsheets were clean at least, he had washed them just a night ago, but the bedding was old, and his room had his scent all around it. To tell the truth he liked his room, but there was nothing extremely dirty about it... if you got past the sock drawer, and figgurines. Looking through his books he paused for a moment pulling up one that he enjoyed reading. Letting out a small yawn he put the fresh clothing under his arms and turned around ready to leave. Let's see what your room is like then we can decide. He said happily leaving the room with his sister in toe. Walking across the way to her side, he was less embarrassed about walking into her room then she had been about his. In truth he wanted to know the dirty little secrets. How much of a mess was it? He doubted his sister had sex toys strewn about the room, but he was going to bet that she hadn't done her laundry in a while. Did she keep anything in her drawers or maybe she had a bunch of laced underwear she wore for boyfriends strung up in her closet. A room was a treasure trove of black mail material, and he desperately wanted to know what secret lives his sister had lived.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

Gerlin Baines was a respectable man. In his late fifties, he stood tall as he was able, often leaning against a hoe or shovel for support. Though his wife has died, leaving him a widower with a large acreage, he did his best to work his land, please his Lord, and raise his three daughters into women their mother would be proud of. His daughters, known in the nearby town as the Baines sisters, took primarily after their mother. Lark, the eldest at nineteen summers, had her long russet hair and cherubic complexion. Wren, the middle child and sixteen summers, had her sparkling blue eyes and quick wit. Ravenna, the youngest and barely fifteen, had her soft pale skin and freckles, and her laugh. All three were incredibly beautiful the local boys often invented excuses to walk by the Baines property in hopes of seeing Lark in the garden, or Wren hanging laundry, or Ravenna collecting eggs. The girls were innocent to the ways of men, thinking the advances simply friendly, offering smiles and waves to all boys equally. It was gossiped at the local tavern that Lark, who was well past marrying age, did not wish a husband, but preferred to stay and care for her aging father. Lovely Wren and innocent Ravenna were also untouched by man. To most men, this only increased their appeal. Since the war started and the local boys went off to war, the Baines farm was a quieter place. None of the sisters would admit to missing the friendly affections, instead focusing on the upkeep of the house and immediate grounds. Occasionally a band of soldiers would come through, begging a night in the barn, and the girls would be flattered and teased again, but never defiled. They welcomed the soldiers for their attention, but also for news of the war and home front. They knew that, should the enemy gain the advantage, they would be unable to defend themselves or their farm. Their father's heath was too ailing. The present day dawn bright and dewy, the sunlight painting the fields of barley golden-blue. The girls rose before their father, taking their bathes and donning their summer frocks. Lark worn soft blue Wren a calico orange and Ravenna a petal pink. The dresses were of Lark's construction, fitting each girl perfectly, inadvertently highlighting their developing curves, cradling breasts, clinging to asses. After combing and drying their hair, they set out about their daily chores. It was after noon, the sun waning across the sky, when the soldiers came down the road. Ravenna spotted them first, picking apples from the orchard. Gathering her apple basket, she trotted down the trail to the house and main yard, where Lark sat with her mending and Wren hung fresh white linens out to dry. More soldiers, she chirped. A whole bunch of them! Lark looked at her sister, then peering down the road, where the sun glinted off their armor and shields. Should we get Father? We can handle it, Wren said. They might just be passing through. We'll see, said Lark, thinking it might be be difficult to host that many soldiers in their barn. We'll see.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

As the farmstead was efficiently surrounded, the girls became visibly uneasy. Wren and Ravenna stepped closer to their elder sister, clearly indicating her authority. Ravenna went so far as to cling to her arm, paling at the sight of so many armed men. Courageous Wren squared her shoulders and tried to appear calm, though an observant eye would notice the tremble in her hands. Lark swallowed thickly, wetting her pretty pink lips. Lowering her mending into her basket, she stood, smoothing her skirts with nervous hands as the apparent leader of the battalion approached on a chestnut horse. As he introduced himself and made his requests, Lark and her sisters could not help but stare. It was not often they stood in the presence of a general, especially one as reputed as Richard Parker. Coming from such a rural settlement, they had certainly heard of the general, but knew little of his more dastardly exploits. Still, he intimidated them, with his muscular figure and domineering presence. As he spelled out his requests, Lark felt herself grow paler as the blood drained from her angular face. The man of the farm is abed, General. He is ill. Perhaps, if you rode onward, you could find another farmstead? she suggested politely. The idea of this man invading their home and using her sisters for pleasure did not sit well with her, and she wrapped a protective arm around Ravenna, reaching out to hold Wrens hand with the other.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

The three girls huddled together at Richard's approach, the younger two seeking comfort in the elder. The middle aged girl attempted to give off a calm appearance, but Richard easily noticed the slight shaking of her hands. He prided himself on noticing small details and the emotions inside people's eyes. Even the eldest showed signs of fear, licking her pretty lips and swallowing deeply. The youngest girl simply looked terrified. All three were beyond what Richard had been expecting when he rode to this farmhouse. The eldest girl answered most of Richard's questions, telling him the man of the farm was in bed, for he was ill. She then suggested that he ride on to another farmhouse. After mulling over the information for a moment he rose his fist into the air, holding it for a moment. A few seconds later two men ran up to Richard and the three girls. The man of the farm is inside, in bed. Richard spoke to the men who had come, though he looked upon the girls. Go drag him out of bed and out behind the barn. He is to receive ten straps to the back for not tending to his farm during wartime. Another six because his daughters refused to answer my simple questions. Should the obey from now on he may avoid hanging. The two men clapped hands to fists, before moving off to the farmhouse to obey his commands. I asked for your names, and ages. For not answering resulted in your Father being punished. I trust you will no longer disobey? He barely waited for a reply before he spoke again. Attempt to send me off again, and it will be her who receives punishment. Richard motioned towards the youngest girl, the one in pink. Now you - This time he motioned towards the eldest girl. - pull your breasts out of the top of your dress and apologize for your disobedience. Then I want each of you to tell me what sexual experiences you have had. Richard wasn't going to sugar coat his intentions. He was going to use and abuse the girls for his own entertainment, and to keep them in line he would threaten each other and their Father a man Richard did not intend to meet.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

If the girls were afraid before, they were terrified to the bone now as they watched the two soldiers enter their house. Moments later they heard the anguished cries of their elderly father, along with the sharp slap of leather against flesh. Tears sprang to young Ravenna's bright eyes, and she hid her face in her hands. Wren's face flushed in anger, though she hit her tongue an kept silent, staring at the man with a baleful hate in her eyes. Lark sensed her sister's anger and squeezed her hand tighter, trying to silently convey, with foolish optimism, that thing would be alright. His orders for her to disrobe sent ice shooting through her blood. Her fear for her father and for Ravenna's well being outweighed all else, though. Releasing her sisters, Lark stepped forward. Lifting her hands, she grasped the top neckline of her dress, tugging it downwards. The fabric slipped off her freckled shoulders on one side. With another tug, her breasts popped into view. They were shapely and plump, with rosy brown nipples that tightened on the open air. Nearby soldiers whistled in appreciation, causing her to flush with embarrassment. No one besides her siblings at bath time had ever seen her remotely naked. Now, all these men could stare at her pale, protruding tits. I am sorry for disobeying, General, she said shakily, forcing herself to speak. I am Lark. I'm nineteen. My second sister is Wren. She is sixteen. Ravenna is the youngest, and she's fifteen. Begging my lord's pardon, but we...we have no sexual experiences. None of us have lain with a man, nor pleasured one in any way, beyond innocent kisses. There was a begging tone to her voice, as thought she was resisting the urge to plead with him for fear of further punishment. Her teary eyes looked at the ground in shame and fear, her fists clenched at her side as she fought the urge to cover her chest.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

All three girls reacted differently to the sounds of their father being strapped over their disobedience. The youngest unsurprisingly broke down in tears, while the middle child glared daggers at Richard, as if she believed her anger would do her any good. The eldest attempted to silently comfort the other two. At Richard's commands the eldest obeyed, dainty hands raising to the neckline of her dress and easily tugging it downward. The dress slid off of one of her shoulders and moments later she pulled it down underneath her tits, exposing her breasts completely. A few of Richard's soldier's whistled in appreciation, though he ignored them except for noting the flush that went to the girl's face at the attention. Richard admired the fleshy mounds with appreciation, and when the girl began to speak his eyes went up to meet her's as she answered his questions. He looked towards each girl as they were named, and a small smile came to his lips as he was told that they had no sexual experiences. Wren, I do not like the color of your dress. Take a few steps back and do a little dance while you remove it. Give my men a little show before I take the three of you inside. Taking a small step forward, Richard reached out and took a rough hold of one of Lark's breasts, roughly groping at her and letting her already hard nipple rub against his rough palm. After a moment his eyes turned towards Wren, watching to see if she would obey his command.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

Lark grimaced and bit her bottom lip to stifle a fearful squeak as her breast was pawed by the cruel general. The sensation of her nipple grinding against his callouses sent unwanted shoots of pleasure down her back, though that pleasure was deadened by her fear. Hearing him order her sister to strip off her dress made tears spring to her eyes. The knowledge that she could not protect her younger, innocent sister weighed heavily on her heart. His command shook Wren, making an embarrassed flush rise to her cheeks as the men cajoled and cat-called at her, now, encouraging her to strip off her clothes. Even the playful teasing of the village boys had stopped at a respectable point. Now one had ever seen her so naked save for her sisters, and just like Lark, the idea of losing that particular first to a crowd of horny soldiers made her want to scream in fury. Instead, she thought of her father, and glances at poor sobbing Ravenna. Maybe if I do it, he won't pick on her. Swallowing her pride, she slowing began to peel her dress off her shoulders, exposing untouched, virgin skin. When it came time to expose her breasts, she stared hard at the ground, willing herself not to cry. Remembering that the General had ordered a dance, and fearful of her father's health, she cautiously shimmied her shoulders, putting a hesitant sway in her young hips as she peeled the dress down, letting her breasts - not as big as Lark's, but still soft and luscious - spring into view. The soldiers howled in appreciation, making her cheeks redder. Knowing she must continue, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her dress and tugged downward, letting it slide slowly down her swaying hips. Due to the nice weather and the fact that today was laundry day, she wore no underwear. This became apparently quickly as the dress continued its journey, slipping off her ass and revealing a smooth shaven pussy. At last the gown pooled at her feet, and she was beet red with shame.
Thread: + The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

The eldest girl remained still as Richard raised his hand and groped at her bare breast. Watching her face he noticed the way she bit her bottom lip, an action of fear that only increased the girl's sexual look. At his command for the middle sister to strip, Lark's eyes filled with tears, though Richard focused his attention on the younger girl. A bright blush formed on Wren's cheeks at all the attention that was suddenly put on her. After a quick glance at the youngest sister she began to do as instructed. She started slow, pulling the dress off of her pale shoulders, and before she exposed her breasts she gave her slim shoulders a slight shimmy, along with a hesitant sway to her hips before her own firm and luscious mounds were exposed. She then pushed the dress down her hips, exposing her bare, shaven pussy to Richard and his men, leaving the girl completely naked and beat red. Richard admired the sight for a few long moments, continuing to roughly grope Lark's breast as he admired her younger sister. Put your dress back on, Lark. He suddenly let go of the older sister, and took a few steps past her so he was in front of Wren. Slowly he walked around the girl, stopping once he was behind her. Suddenly he struck out, his hand slapping hard against Wren's ass cheek, and he firmly began to grope the soft flesh. After a few moments his hand slid around her waist until it was on her stomach, then it slid down so he was cupping her virgin pussy. It was quite kind of you to shave your cunt for me. Gently Richard rubbed at her slit teasing but not enough to bring her any real pleasure. Did you two do the same? He directed the question towards the sister's he wasn't fondling at the moment. Once he had his answer he spoke again. Lead us into your home, Wren. I'll let you choose which room you and your sisters shall entertain me in. As he finished speaking his free hand gave Wren's other ass cheek another slap, this time harder, intended to start her moving towards their simple farmhouse. He let his other hand slide away from her pussy. Once we're inside, I want you to slowly remove Ravenna's dress, Lark. Make sure I have a good view of her breasts and ass as they are exposed. Once he finished issuing his commands Richard looked between the three girls, intending to follow them into the house.