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Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

I can believe it. Kristen said when he joked about entertaining at bachelorette parties, looking him up and down appreciatively. She had been ogled all night, it was her turn to do a little ogling. They flirted and bantered back and forth a bit, Kristin giggling where appropriate and finding to her surprise that her laughter was genuine. She definitely liked Everett, and the more time they spent at the bar the more the evening was feeling like a date. What had started out as a setback was turning into an adventure of its own. The seedy, mundane rumblings of the sleepy bar seemed transformed by her excitement into exotic and enticing sounds. There was a hint of the unknown and a tantalizing taste of danger in the air. When Everett whirled towards her and drew her in close, his hand possessively on her hip she felt her breath catch. He was very close. She could see the rough stubble that was beginning to show on the square block of his jaw, masculine and wild. Her eyes darted between his eyes and his mouth. She leaned forward subconsciously. She bit her bottom lip as she considered his proposal. Their proximity was clouding her judgement and at some level she recognized that. But for every story she'd heard about dangerous strangers she'd seen one more romantic comedy that told her just to go with her instincts. Why shouldn't she be the damsel in distress? And if something happened between them...well, wasn't that what adventure was all about? She nodded, suppressing an involuntary smile a she took his hand. Take me out of here.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

My pleasure, replied Everett, giving Kristin a wink. He stood up, seizing her hand tightly, and dropped a ten dollar bill on the bar with his other hand to settle the tab. He turned and gave her one last, pleased smile, before pulling her through the crowded bar past the numerous grinning male onlookers. One or two lewd hoots followed their passage. Let's get the hell out of this shit hole. Outside, Everett's personal car was a pick-up truck. While in considerably better shape than Kristin's beat up and broken vehicle, it wasn't anything fancy to brag about either. He got in and unlocked the doors as he let Kristin hop in the other side. Unlike his impeccably neat cruiser, there were empty cigarette packs, some crushed beer cans, and other debris in the cab that he sheepishly tossed into the jumpseats behind them. Gunning the engine, he pulled out of the bar parking lot and turned down the main road towards his house. I think we'll be a lot more comfortable at my place, Everett reiterated as they started driving. Relax, I'm a cop, not a creep from a dive bar. This will be fun, trust me. Otherwise, if you go looking for fun in town you'll wind up cow tipping, drag racing, shooting beer cans, or arguing over how inbred your family is. Don't worry, I've got plenty of alcohol, including wine, and no ogling rednecks. Of course, as Everett said the last, he glanced over appreciatively at Kristin, eying her sexy body in a an unsubtle fashion. His place was a couple miles away from the town, down a narrow and twisting lane. The house itself was on a large parcel of land, probably a former farm, and at the end of a half mile driveway. It was an unassuming rancher, set on a little hill, but looked very well maintained and clean. The yard around the house was well groomed as well, grass cut, hedges trimmed, and immaculately cared for, and the sun had set leaving little else visible beyond the circle of light from the front door light. Everett pulled into the empty parking area and hopped out, heading to the front door. Welcome to my palace, my dear, Everett joked as he opened the front door. The interior was also clean and surprisingly well decorated. Most of the furniture looked to be modern, of the Ikea type, but all relatively new and chosen with some basic sense of style that many country men would lack. Of course, a giant flat screen TV dominated the living room, which had a big sectional leather couch across from it. A large picture of Everett in his uniform on police academy graduation day was hung on one wall. Everett noticed Kristin glancing at it and smirked, My parents had it framed and forced me to hang it. Sorry, I hate it just as much. But, more importantly, what can I get you to drink? Beer? Wine? A cocktail? Make yourself at home, have a seat darling.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristin's heart beat in her chest the whole ride and she couldn't stop stealing glances over at Everett. He wasn't being particularly subtle about checking her out but rather than off putting his gazes made her feel sexy and desirable. In any other circumstances the state of his truck would have been off putting. In the heat of the moment it just make him seem more human, personable, and real. I don't know, being oggled by a redneck might not be the worst thing to happen. She said, slipping into his passenger side door. She drew her knees up coyly and perched on the seat, her legs partially tucked under her and her frame facing Everett. Her arm draped across the back of his seat and her small hand rested on the broad expanse of his shoulder, the other curled in her lap. While he watched the road she watched him, when his eyes swept over her form her own fell demurely to her knees. The unintentional overlap where their eyes met felt charged and portentous. She was rather more impressed with his home than with his truck. The neatness of the decor spoke of discipline and frugality, and it had a homey, lived in feel. There was that alien sensation that always came when entering someone else's space. It was impossible not to feel like an intruder, at least for the moment. Wine. Red, if you have it. She said with a giggle, although neither of them had said anything particularly funny. The wine would help with that. She pauses in front of the mounted picture and admired it for a long moment before cracking up, doubling with her elbows on her knees. You were so...young! Your face was so round ! She teased. There really wasn't much of an appreciable difference between the man retrieving the wine glasses and the fresh faced recruit in the portrait. The stubble was missing, giving his cheeks a youthful, clean shaven hue. Kristin looked around appreciatively as she made her way to the couch, still chuckling, and sat down with her feet tucked under her once again. She reclined back, leaning her neck back and looking at Everett in the kitchen through the corner of her eye. Nice place. You must do pretty well for yourself. She said with a flirtatious smile.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Everett busied himself in the kitchen, finding two clean wine glasses and uncorking a bottle of red. He laughed at Kristin's comment, yelling back at her, Watch it - that wasn't that long ago. And yeah, I was wet behind the years. I hate that picture. What a tool. Everett re-entered the room with the glasses and gave Kristin a pleased smile as he saw her on the couch, legs tucked under her coquettishly. Her body contact and flirtatious eyes during the ride had not gone unnoticed and Everett couldn't help but assume that this was going to be a fun night. A very fun night, although he hoped her idea of fun was the same as his. Handing her a glass, he sat down on the couch cozied up to her and raised his glass for a toast. One arm went around the cushion behind her back, just above her shoulders. Here's to beautiful woman getting stranded at dive bars! May I always be there to rescue you! After a clink of their glasses he took a sip, blue eyes sparkling as he stared at Kristin with unabashed desire. Placing the glass down carefully on the coffee table, his hand moved to rest on her bare thigh as he leaned closer, letting his eyes dip down to examine her cleavage for a brief moment. So, I hope you aren't going to make me put on the uniform to impress you again. Or use the handcuffs, Everett joked as his face grew dangerously close and his grin faded to a sensual expression of desire. The hand on her thigh gave a little squeeze, slipping a tad higher, and he dropped the arm on the couch onto her shoulders. That reminds me, I never did frisk you, did I? That is a big, big slip up. And then he pulled her slightly towards him, mouth opening as he started to give her a deep, lusty, and very aggressive kiss.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Mmm, I'll drink to that. Kristin said, and took a long deep drink. They sat the for a long, pregnant moment and Kristen wondered if he was going to make a move. She wondered if she would...no. She had made the decision when she got into his truck. She wouldn't stop him. Her heart began to race when he placed a firm hand on her thigh and she quickly set her wineglass down on the table. She was breathing heavier, the manly scent of him filling her nostrils as he leaned in. She leaned in as well, their lips almost touching as he spoke. She could feel the gentle, alternating currents of his words against the softness of her lips and smiled. Then he kissed her. Kristen kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. She pushed herself against him, returning the kiss with a feverish intensity until they broke off, panting. She sat with her forehead touching his, her eyes still closed and a breathless smile on her lips. Oh, we may be taking things out of order, but you can frisk me any time. And those hand cuffs... She said jokingly, her words punctuated by her heavy breathing. She shifted against him, swinging one leg over his as she re-positioned herself straddling his lap. She moved her hands to the sides of his face and leaned in to kiss him again, this time from above. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest and she closed her eyes, moving against him softly.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Mmmm. Kristen moaned into Everett's mouth as his hands moved over her, gripping and caressing in all the right places. He pulled her into him, his hands on her ass, his firm grip holding and spreading her ass cheeks. She felt him begin to stiffen and stir between them, his cock rising to a restrained tent in his pants. She rubbed her mons up and down his length, the contact muted by two layers of jeans between their skin. The contact, the kissing, the atmosphere, everything was hitting her buttons in all the right places and she felt herself getting helplessly, uncontrollably wet. Aaah-haha! She squeaked and laughed when he slapped her ass. The contact was harsh and real, a hard, sensuous counterpoint the the soft urges rising in her loins. She pushed her mouth to Everett's desperately, trailing the moist line of her bottom lip along his jaw as she leaned in to whisper in his ear throatily. Mmmm, I like that. She kissed him again, this time sucking his lower lip and dragging it back before releasing it with a lingering lick as she straightened to give him access to her shirt. She lifted her arms as it came up over her head and shook her hair out behind her, taking the supple fabric from him and tossing it carelessly behind her. Oooh, I'm ready for my...nuh! She began teasingly but cut off with a gasp when he reached up to cup her tits. His fingers were electric when he rolled them across the hard buds of her nipples. They were so stiff it was almost painful, so sensitive that she could feel every bump and jiggle of her flesh that sent the tender nubs rubbing against the fabric of her bra. That's it, baby, touch me. She moaned, arcing her back and pushing her breasts into his hands. Her own fingers were reaching down between them, fumbling with his belt and the fly of his jeans. She stopped when he spoke though, a wicked grin spreading over her features, the pale skin flush with arousal. She brought her wrists together in front of her, presenting them to him in the 'you got me' gesture. If she had been in her right mind she would have thought twice about being cuffed by a complete stranger, but she was hardly thinking rationally at the moment. Arousal overwhelmed her reason and all she could do was let herself be swept along by the moment. Oh, officer . She said with an exaggerated pout. I've been a bad, bad girl. If she had been a bit more rational she also would have cringed at such a cliche line, but in the heat of the moment she just went with it.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Everett sat up, grinding his hips slightly as he straddled Kristin's ass. He had a fevered smile on his face, eyes glinting hungrily as he took in the squirming and cuffed girl beneath him. It was a great feeling, one of the best, mounting a helpless woman like this. He was full of anticipation of what he could do to her, anything really, and the thrilling realization that she was truly helpless under him. He liked that she was playing along still, not freaking out and begging him to uncuff her. While hysterical pleading had its own charm, Everett much preferred the willing sluts, the ones whose limit he had yet to discover. And there would be plenty of time for begging after he'd pushed her beyond those limits. Yee-haw, looks like I got me a bitch to ride, Everett joked, bouncing on Kristin's ass like a cowboy riding a horse. He reached back smacked her ass cheek loudly, chuckling. Then his hand rose again and he slapped it down between her thighs, palm clamping down on Kristin's sex with an audible thwack. With just the strip of her jean shorts and her underwear covering her mound, he could feel the heat emanating from her core and gave it a little squeeze. And she's got a juicy little cunt too, one that needs some country cock, huh? Everett stood up and reached down, fingers diving under Kristin's belly until they found the button to her shorts. He unfastened and unzipped them, his fingers ending at the top of her slit and pressuring the button of her clit briefly. Then he seized the shorts by the waist and tugged them off of Kristin's firm ass, dragging them down her legs and tossing them aside. In only her underwear, she looked even more tempting and Everett exhaled, staring at her ass with unabashed admiration. Damn you got a sexy ass, fine. Very fine. The tall brown haired man reached down and scooped up Kristin by her waist, twisting her and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. One hand held her legs, while the other started spanking her ass cheeks as he began walking with her back towards the living room. There was a swagger to his walk and his face was beaming with excitement, like life just couldn't get any better. Let's go have some fun. You are going to cum like you've never cum before, girl.'
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristin let out a sultry 'Mmmmm' when Everett swatted her playfully, but her sensuous noises of approval turned into a sharp squeak when he slapped his hand against her pussy, hard. She tensed and clenched her legs. He was being too rough. Kristin's fear was feeding her arousal, hoovering at the edge of her consciousness. She actively wasn't deciding how much more she would take. She was simply growing more and more uncomfortable with the situation without realizing it. Everett was being just rough enough to upset her ever so slightly, but not rough enough to show her how truly out of her depth she was. His next sensual motions, flicking a finger over the hooded bud of her clit shrouded in the wet crotch of her panties, scattered her caution even further. She moaned. I want that cock. She panted, lifting her hips to let him drag her tight jean shorts down over her legs. They tangled at her knees for a moment and she kicked off her sneakers quickly as he pulled them over her shapely ankles. Her legs were one long, toned swath of tanned perfection, molding up into a heart shaped ass highlighted by the stripped panties that arced in a triangle over her cheeks. Like her bra they weren't especially sexy, mismatched with her other underthings, but they hugged her tight ass like a glove, the hint of a tan line showing near the hem. In just her bra and panties she felt that sexy kind of exposure, that tentative heat that always builds the first time you're with a new lover. Untried. And in Everett's case as mysterious as a single afternoon. She shrieked a laugh when Everett scooped her up and the cathartic contractions dissipated her fears somewhat. She kicked her legs at the knees lazily, like she was swinging them beneath her sitting on a fence, more to show off her shapely calves than anything else. Oooh, make me cum baby. She crooned into his ear, twining her fingers together behind her and forgetting for a moment the predicament she was in.
Thread: RP: Raise Your Weapon ( Horror_Show & Azecreth)

Standby mode. All programming was dormant, merely waiting the arrival of command codes that would set this machine, this most complex machine that was the brainchild of human ingenuity and creativity, to life. Physical surroundings were monitored as a matter of course, but interaction was denied by the programming that it had been implanted with, that defined it as a being and as a sentient consciousness. For example, it had to obey humans, it could not harm humans except in self defense, that sort of thing. Then, the activation code came, a series of numbers and letters, numerical sequences that were read and confirmed, setting further programming into motion that brought the machine to life. Systems diagnostics were done quickly, confirming full functionality and a lack of damage of any kind. It...he, could tell that he was in the pod that all such robots came in, as evidenced by the flow of power, information, he received, as well as the environmental data from the network of sensors that were laced beneath the synthetic skin he wore as an outer layer. At last eyes flickered open, quickly running through the color spectrum, as well as heat vision, night vision, and every other conceivable variation in a matter of seconds to confirm system functionality before he was able to focus on his surroundings. The software brought up a targeting reticule, but not for military use. It was to help isolate and identify faces, and it focused immediately on the girl standing in front of him. He stood rigidly still as questing eyes watched her, having reached the programming output that said that she was his owner, and waiting for her to name him, and begin his life at last.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

It was early morning, Christopher a 8 year old boy wakes up excitted to go to the park. His best friend his neighbour, they have been friends sense she moved next to them almost two years ago, the two of then couldn't be separated. Brushing his teeth and then his hair, the young boy hurriedly left the house. He runs over their yard into the neightbours, and he happily knocks on their door, being let in by her father Chris stands near the door waiting. It was school tomorow the both of them where going to be in the same class. Her mom waited with a camera to take their photo, she was ever so happy.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle walked downstairs with her hair pulled back she'd done it all by herself, she was very proud of herself. She looked at her mother with the camera then at Chris with a smile as she stood beside him lacing her arm with his so her mom could take the picture. The brunette loved having her picture taken, she had an album filled with instant photos her mom had taken of her with her best friend. Isabelle was a very special little girl, she knew it because well according to doctors she was a miracle baby. Ready to go play?
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

As their arms get linked Chris smilesa big grin, as he stands beside Isabelle, once her mother is dne taking the photos, he turns to his friend and smiles yes, let's go Chris leads Isabelle out the door, and the two of them leave to go up the block to the park. It was a fair sized place, Chris let's Isabelle go, and runs ahead screaming back that he could beat her to the park. And he begins to run, but he know Isabelle was a fast kid, and that she would catch up
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle smiled as she chewed on her lower lip, ran after him she managed to get ahead of him. Sticking her tongue out when she got to the swings, she sat down wrapping her fingers around the chains she started to swing. She loved to swing, she loved climbing things such as trees etc but she would swing for a little while. The young brunette had a small crush on her best friend but she didn't really understand that kind of stuff yet, most girls her age thought boy's had cooties. She looked at Chris, motioned for him to join her on the swings as she smiled knowing he would. Closing her eyes as she pumped back, forth she remembered the 1st day she met Chris then opened her eyes. She'd only been six or so maybe she couldn't remember, her family had just moved into the house next door to his.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

As Chris expected Isabelle beat him the the swings, once he got there Chris hopped on the next to her, and began to pump. As he began to swing he soon is as high if not higher then his friend. Innocently Chris had a crush on his friend, his neighbour. But at their age girls where icky, as they swung, Chris stopped and thought. He knew the word girlfriend, it was just a word for a girl who was your friend that you liked. Which she was, he hops off and climbs a wooden play set where Chris stood before the slide, he waited for Isabelle to join him.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle jumped off the swing and join him at the slide, let him go first. She smiled seeing a little girl playing with a ball, she remembered that the man that owned the park made sure kids always had a ball or something to play with. Tightening her ponytail she placed a lose strand of hair behind her ear, she suddenly had a thought. She loved to play ball basketball softball baseball etc, she was very good she just loved to be active.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Innocently Chris has a though, he knew the general meaning of a girlfriend and his parents often kinda teased him about him and Isabelle. Before he slides down he turns to her and smiles. Hey Isabelle are you my girlfriend? My parents keep asking me that... Chris asked as he slide down the slide stumbled a bit, he was a tad clumsy. Chris waits at the end for Isabelle to join him
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

'' Yes Chris I'm your girlfriend..'' Isabelle said with a smile as she followed him up the slide, slid down right behind him. She looked around the park, smiled a little realizing they were alone. Chewing on her lower lip she took a ball out of her small bag, tossed it to her best friendboyfriend. She got teased by her parents as well, she didn't really mind cause she thought it was cute plus she really liked Chris, could see herself as his girlfriend.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Oh oh okay...I can't wait the young boy smiles and catches the ball, holding it. He takes the ball and runs up to Isabelle and stands in front of her. He kisses her cheek, and smiles. Then go back I'll throw the ball. Chris said, as he steps back a bit he tosses the ball in the air and he catches it. Once Isabelle is down a bit he takes the ball and throws it right to her. Laughing and smiling Chris readies to catch the ball.
Thread: A man and his Angel (Manada/Mystic Angel)

Isabelle caught the ball, threw it back to him then smiled as she laughed abit. She got ready to catch it again, couldn't stop smiling. As stated before Isabelle was a special child she got good grades in school, loved to play at the park with Chris but from the beginning she knew her life would be short lived. She waited for the ball with a smile on her face, her heart skipped a beat because she didn't just like Cheis she loved him even though she didn't really understand how that kind of love worked.