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Thread: Prize from the sea (dando20 and Annabella93)

My name is Dane. You're speaking so well now..how is that you are so good at speaking now, but you were so quiet at first..though I am sorry for pulling you out at sea without knowing Dane said, feeling regretful.
Thread: Prize from the sea (dando20 and Annabella93)

Blinking a few times, Belle rubbed her head. He was talking too fast for her, and she hadn't gotten all the words in just yet. She shook her head at him. Not quite understanding everything. She let out a breath, it felt quite new to have air in her lungs again. She turned her head to glance at the ocean, why did she feel like she had forgotten something? A little worry twinkled in the back of her mind, if her people go searching for her, then again, she was quite the rebellious one, they probably guessed that she 'ran away'. She turned her gaze back to the man, Dane. She repeated testing the syllables on her tongue.
Thread: Prize from the sea (dando20 and Annabella93)

Dane turned to her as they enter the mansion. The living room was quite spacious and there was a big couch and some other expensive furniture that told of Dane's large fortunes. There was also a spiral stairs leading to the bedrooms. Yes..that is my name...So...do you want to see my pool? Dane asked.
Thread: Prize from the sea (dando20 and Annabella93)

Orabelle blinked a few times, looking around the huge place. It was quite chilly inside too. Goosebumps rose over her arms, as she shuddered slightly studying the marble tiles. Cod against her feet. She wrinkled her nose slightly at an odd scent, probably leather, and wood too. She looked around then at Dane again. Pool? she asked dodging her head to the side.
Thread: Prize from the sea (dando20 and Annabella93)

Dane took Orabelle's hand and lead her to the indoor pool next to the living room. It was a square chlorine-free pool, sparking blue and clear. It had a mini pool close by for more relaxing rather than swimming. He only uses it so to relax but now it seems to have more of a use. It's a pool..to swim in...do you like it? Dane said to her.
Thread: When Heros Fail {place_holder_49 X Shik}

While the whole of humanity spread throughout the galaxy and pressing against large alien empires, lonely border worlds such as this would be largely left unattended, such as Planet X38. The only reason a colonial presence was there was that the planet looked perfect to construct into a metropolis. Plans for that got cut as the indigenous life forms clearly didn't take kindly to expansion efforts. Plans to construct large city complexes and hydroponic farms were scrapped, and the colonists were largely left to fend for themselves. The military arm of the humans would never touch down on X38. Too much effort to drive out such a small problem. Instead, mega-corps seeking to expand their influence on potential money makers such as this would often hire help to take care of the native population. Results varied, many died, but they just kept paying and luring more bounty hunters and mercenaries. The average human in premium wargear couldn't stand up to even one of the aliens. There were many humans in space now, already many worlds subverted and colonized, and the best from each one sought to test their skill and cunning. The xeno population dwindled, slowly but surely over time. The human that had tracked the last two seemed to have come alone. His entire body was sealed in an metallic grey unpainted exo-suit that gave him a much bulkier appearance than normal. This gave him a few external weapons, such as the power fists at both ends of his arms, or the shoulder cannon mounted on the human's back. Under the suit, he smirked, they seemed rather talkative, and he could hear at least two. The man had done this before, multiple time, and it was now time to finish it all. You're not the first to say that, and you won't be the last. Oh, wait, you will be. The lone hunter chipped through a monotonous voice modulator. With that quote the silence behind him was cut short as a flock of several aerial robotic drones flew in around him. There were four in total, each less than two feet wide or tall. They looked like nothing more than a bundle of wings and jets attached to an eye. All they had to attack with was a laser, but a powerful, precise one that could prove fatal if aimed at the right spot on the alien's body, and they were good shots. With but a thought, the drones scrambled, taking high into the air and spreading out in an attempt to get into position to lance anything that came into view. Below, the mercenary braced himself for an attach from any angle. This is the end now, for you and your entire race. You should be considered lucky, this is a pretty fair fight. Usually it just happens in a few minutes as starships bomb the planet from orbit until everything's dead. This world's a bit out of the way, maybe I'll retire here, raise a family.
Thread: When Heros Fail {place_holder_49 X Shik}

The fatal flaw in the man's plan was keeping the flock of drones within reach of the canopy. Each one used their thermal lance to try and cut themselves free and slice the nearby Apatu like decapitating a chicken. The lasers had the power to cut right through the alien weak point, but once they were restrained, they were helpless as they were taken apart one by one. They were all offense, nothing to protect themselves but their power of flight. The hunter meanwhile was quickly locked into close quarters with one of the aliens. Each strike made against him did little, and the shock of the impact was absorbed into the armor. He readied the shoulder cannons to force his prey to draw closer, and uppercut the Apatu once he came close to rip them apart. They were ruined, but he wasn't worried. One on one, the human would eventually win against the alien due to powered armor he wore. There in was the other fatal flaw. His mind wandered on finishing off the first alien that he forgot about the other. His overconfidence faded as the larger of the two suddenly joined the fight, almost knocking him unconscious with the force of the punch. Two was too many. He soon found himself forced back as he a defensive stance, until he felt the vines reaching out behind them. Damnit, too much for me alone. With that said, the external backpack and boots lit up with fire as he tried to rocket jump away. The ignited fuel literally melted any of the vines it touched, but one of them managed to wrap around his arms, then three, then five. Soon the engines overheated, and the fire died out. He was restrained, helpless, and considered himself dead. The thick layers of metal and wire that made the frail human a death machine would eventually give way. As the armor was removed, his pink flesh was exposed to the world. The human's hair was black, short, and neatly groomed. The man's green eyes glared at his captors with hate. Below, his modest manhood hung uselessly, until the tendrils binding him down began to poison him with pleasure. Suddenly he became more sensitive, his breathing more rapid, and his silence turned into barely-suppressed moans. The human bit down on his tongue, holding back any audible screams. Seeing the alien appear in front of him was startling. He would have jumped back had it not been for his restraints. His brain was bombarded with pleasure from the rough ass pounding, the chemicals ensuring that it would feel good for him. The unknown human's eyes shot up as one of them spoke, saying how they would use him to 'make a family'. H-how? He spoke up before, the appendage inside him pushed even further. That drew out the human's first groan of pleasure, and seemed to have tipped him over the edge. D-do what you want! I... I failed. I'm nothing before something like you. I'm not your equal.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

Dagmar was out hunting and gathering when it happened. The ones from the North came to their valley in the West and killed her kin. They slaughtered them and spent the night sleeping on their bedding. She knew this because she returned in the middle of their feasting and celebrating. At first Dagmar only saw the warm, welcoming light of home. She was among them before she realized...before they realized. For a moment, Dagmar just stood stoically frozen among them, and then she ran. They chased her with whoops and yells of delight. Savage howls and screams filled the waning light as she fled her destroyed home. They probably did it to scare her it was working. She ran without direction, just desperate to get away from the men behind her, to escape with her life. The rabbits Dagmar caught earlier fell from her hip tie as she leapt from rock to rock, scrambling as fast as she could into the darkness of the wood. Behind her, the footfalls fell away. She was one of the fastest of her tribe. Even at nineteen years, she was still the best at chasing and catching rabbits. But behind her, there was one set of footfalls still left. Dagmar tore onward, fear driving her closer and closer to the edge of the wood. The footfalls were growing louder, gaining. She was going to die. She wasn't quiet as she crashed through the trees, gulping air as she did. The footfalls were so close now she could almost feel him at her back. Still she ran, for even with her fate so surely decided, Dagmar did not long for death. At the last moment, when she felt a hand brush the fur on her back, she spun and struck. In the darkness, her fist connected solidly the impact almost broke her arm. He was a brute, a beast of a man, a bear, and he was upon her.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

The final survivor. She had to be killed. She had to be destroyed. She was the last of a cursed tribe, believed to be possessed by the dark spirits for a long time. The tribe shaman had told them so, and the tribe shaman had never been wrong before. He had even foretold of their great victory, where almost none of their men would be slain. To believe even that came true... Amazing. Simply amazing... Mandra hadn't expected anyone to survive. If what the shaman had said earlier was true, she had to be killed. She carried the spirits of darkness, and as long as she lives, they live. It was time to put an end to her life and bury her among her fellow corrupted souls. Now, as the only man remaining in this great chase, Mandra simply had to succeed. Although his big size made him less dexterous than most, the sheer size of his muscles would compensate for that weakness, making him able to sprint faster than most others of his size. By using this to his advantage, he had been able to keep up with the runaway. He was also one of the most endurant runners in the tribe, so if the run dragged out he'd still win. As he got closer to her he set in for a final sprint, catching up only to touch the edge of her fur. Suddenly, the female turned around and punched him in the chest with all her power however, due to the fact that he was in full sprint, her fist wasn't able to stop his advance. without, he raised his right arm and charged towards her using the leftover speed from his sprint, aiming for her chest. He was planning to tackle her with all of his might if she didn't dodge, it was possible she would be knocked out in one hit.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

The main force of the blow hit Dagmar in the clavicle, making her stumble to the ground as shining lights flashed behind her eyes. She wasn't about to give up without a good fight though. Crying out in fear and anger, Dagmar began clawing and kicking and cursing at him in her tongue though she highly doubted he understood. Her head still spun from the fall, so her attacks sometimes missed their target. That's when she started to use her sharpened teeth. When her energy began to drain, Dagmar grabbed the back of his head and slammed her own upward. Her Adar taught her that blow, before he was killed by The Scourge. The Scourge was the one who set them back and nearly starved their tribe to death by blocking the pass to their winter home. He was the leader of the ones of the North the last time she heard, though she didn't listen to men's tales. Dagmar could remember the day The Scourge attacked, and she remembered hitting him with a rock from her slingshot. The thought of facing the angry Scourge made her pray to the Great Vala to save her or kill her quickly. The effect of the head slam was unpleasant for her since her already swimming vision began to do so even more. By the way her stomach did little flips, she guessed she had a mind-crack. She could already feel the bruise on her pale skin just under her wavy black hair-line. Her eyes slowly refocused long enough for her to scramble a little distance away, but then she was caught. Oh, but she was kicking like the lively bass in the rivers. Dagmar was most certainly not going down without getting a few good hits in.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

What a pesky... Mandra uttered in a language foreign to Dagmar. Although she was persistent, it was obvious that she was going down. Why someone so spiritually corrupt could have such a strong will was unknown to him. As he kept trying to keep her under control, he began to feel this strange sensation in his stomach. He wasn't quite sure what it was, so he ignored it for a little while. Whenever she hit back, the sensation would slowly grow. He did always like someone who didn't give up after all... Blow after blow, it became harder and harder for him to ignore the sensation in his stomach. Was he getting corrupted? Or was this woman an exception? After a small while, he finally managed to pin her down. Originally, he was supposed to have killed her, but his guy feeling told him otherwise. Once the rest of the tribe came closer, he let go of her before yelling a strange command to his tribe. Keep her prisoner. She might lead us to others who are as corrupt as her. Now, he just hoped that his tribe had the competence not to let an injured woman escape. He didn't want to have to chase her down twice after all.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

The armed ones did not strike, but they remained wary. This must have been the leader then. Dagmar tried to back away but found herself against the man-bear. They took her, and they pulled her to the place she called home. She spent the night tied to a post, cold and frightened, although she fought not to show it. At one point a warrior came and gave Dagmar a piece of rabbit, one of hers. His smile was smug. She ate rabbit was not a bad last meal. Dagmar wished she knew why she had been spared. Perhaps they planned a sacrifice to their god? Her tribe would give the best kills from the hunt to their god, burning them on a pyre. They, of course, were dead when they burned them. It looked as though Dagmar would not be so lucky. The next morning, Dagmar watched with unshed tears in her eyes as they gathered the valuables, food and possessions that had been her tribes. She kept hearing the same thing as warriors burned bodies and made motions. Did they think her people were cursed? Her father, the headman, killed their shaakman long before she was born because of barbaric ideas of accursed tribes. These people were savages...or were they being punished by the dead shaak. She was forced to stand by someone from behind. Her hands were bloody and raw from her trying to pull the thick rope free. It was the leader behind her she could see his confident, certain, and victorious look in his eyes. Dagmar snarled in his direction and struggled weakly, but her head throbbed too much to try anything further. His grip was like iron.
Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

Tribesmen! Mandra roared, hoping to gather the attention of as many of the nearby members. As planned, I will be taking her to my quarters. She is not to leave my home without me if you see her, catch her and tie her up where she is now. The feeling from earlier hadn't subsided ever since their fight. Uncertain of what it was, he had decided to investigate by keeping her as close to him as possible. Although they couldn't talk, they might be able to do something else to communicate. Perhaps the tribe shaman could help him?... No. He had requested the death of every single member of the tribe. He would just find a way to murder her that wouldn't sate his curiosity. Go on with your work. He dismissed his tribesmen with a satisfied smile. Before dragging her home, he decided to bash her in the head to make sure she wouldn't struggle, before untying the rope and lifting her up on his shoulders. As he carried her through the city, a certain shaman kept glaring at him, disproving of his actions. He did nothing about it though he simply ignored him. By the time they got to his wooden house, he placed her down on the floor, closing the door behind him. Welcome.
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Amber hated Mondays....well, what teenager didn't? bad enough she made a real ass out of herself last Friday in History class, but to catch her boyfriend kissing that slut Tracy from her Biology class was the last straw...fuckin high school!....why couldn't she do that on line home schooling stuff? She went to the mirror on the wall next to her dresser and turned around slowly....what did her boyfriend ses in that bitch?....wasn't she attractive enough?...she cupped her hands beneath her ample 35C breasts and pushed them up, then let go....well, no sag anyway....she stared at her own light complexion, her auburn eyes and her blonde hair....no acne, lips don't look like Mick Jagger... Amber opened up her robe and let it fall, revealing her firm ass as she once again turned, her pussy with just a hint of blonde fur..... well, fuck him, she said aloud as she flopped onto her bed, put her earphones on and plugged it into her IPhone....his loss....let that bitch TRacy have him...... She didn't hear when her mother knocked and opened up her bedroom door.... amber???....amber, would you pleeeeease take off your earpiece?....you have a surprise for dinner.... ....it's your SISTER!!!
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Elena smiled as she parked out in front of the house. She hummed and got out. She drove her Mercedes to the house, just because she was not sure her mother would appreciate the motorcycle. Stepping out, her broomstick skirt fluttered around her ankles. She had a lacy top covered with her leather coat. Her brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail. Her mother asked her to visit and this was the first time in a long time that she could. She walked up to the house and pushed on the doorbell and stepped back sticking her hands in her pockets. Elena had enlisted in the marines as a medic. She was all rock and roll and tough as nails. She had been overseas until a few days ago. Her blue eyes looked over the door. Why did she feel like such a stranger here. Maybe she had changed. Elena's skin was tanned from the middle east sun. She looked down at her sandaled feet. She smiled as her motehr opened the door and hugged her. She smiled and kissed her cheek and was lead to the kitchen. She was sat down and her mother began to faun and bother over her.
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Amber was excited.....Elena!!! she hadn't seen her in what felt like ages....in actuality, it was quite a long time...since she turned 17, amber hadn't seen her older sister more than twice in two years, and even those reunions were brief to say the least. She fluffed her hair, put on the shortest little skirt she could find and the tightest cami top...she new her sister would look mature, and she wanted to show Elena that she too had matured....physically at least.... She entered the kitchen and stared at the beautifully tanned woman.....shaking her head and crying, she ran into her sister's arms....Elena!!!!!.....oh my god, it really IS you!!!! kisses followed kisses as she welcomed her back into the family...
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Yep, it is me. SHe smiled and laughed holding her tightly. Her embrace was strong and secure. Elena had not seen what Amber had been wearing. She shifted and held her tighter and kissed her cheek back and chuckled. Ok Ok...please...your getting your cheap gloss all over me. SHe teased and rubbed her face and then sat back in the chair where she had a beer. She crossed her legs and then looked over Amber and raised an eyebrow. Her sister was dressed as a slut. She would be able to see her panties if she bent over. She shook her head. Look at you.
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

The reaction Amber was hoping for backfired miserably....she stood in front of her seemingly disapproving sister humiliated and humbled. Instead of showing her how much she had physically matured, she ended up being looked upon as something cheap.... but.....but, I thought.........amber stammered then crying, ran up the stairs to her bedroom, her silk panties visible as she went....
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Elena canted her head watching Amber whimper. What was she trying to do. Elena raised an eyebrow and canted her head. But when she just left, she sighed. She looked back and saw those panties and shook her head. Their mother, thank god, had not seen what she was wearing. Crossing her legs, she smiled and talked about Amber. Was she doing alright in school. Then she heard she had a boyfriend and smiled as she took a drink. Shaking her head and then leaned back. SO she has been showing off her body a lot lately? She canted her head. She nodded adn looked back at where her sister went. Getting up, she took her beer and moved to the front room and sat down to talk to their dad.
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Amber started stripping as soon as she got back to her bedroom.....what a humiliating experience!.. she stopped just long enough to look at herself in the mirror. Allright, 2 can play this game....if it's maturity she wants, that's what she'll get.... She rummaged through her closet and picked out a mid thigh skirt, a blouse with brown lace and a pair of heels not so high off the ground this time....putting on her ensemble, a quick mirror check, wiping the tears from her eyes, she walked back down the stairs....hearing voices from the living room, she re emerged and pausing just long enough to whisper in her sister's ear, is this better?, sat down politely beside her father and crossed her legs......
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Elena smiled and then looked up. Finally, she wasn't looking like a street walker. Leaning forward, she gripped her sisters shoulder with a bite that promised everything and at the same time to take everything away. She leaned into her ear and whispered. Yes, you don't look like a dirty used slut. She whispered adn then continued to talk to their father. She smiled and laughed at a joke and nodded. Soon her mother announced that dinner was ready. Elena said she would be right along and went upstairs to the bathroom.
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Amber decided to follow Elena upstairs to the bathroom....letting her sister go in ahead of her, she stayed at the doorway to her bedroom and waited for Elena to return..... ...have to admit sis, she said, looking her up and down and smiled.....you look really hot.... her older sister had a kind of bohemian almost gothic look that attracted eyes, even those of her own sister. Amber did still theoretically have a boyfriend, but after he cheated on her, amber no longer felt the same....she wasn't exactly Bi curious either, but she had to admit Elena did look interesting.....
Thread: BLOODLINES (BIMBO A LA  BLONDE / LONEIYSONG

Elena washed her hands and dried them off on a towel and then walked out and canted her head and smiled. Thanks sis, you could look hot too if you didn't dress like you wanted all the people in the room in your cunt. She said and looked at her and smiled. She then moved to her sister and pinned her against teh door frame and looked at her. But lets both admit that you dressed like that for me. Why? She pressed her body against her sister, holding her arms against the wall.