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Thread: Accidental Roomies (RoleplayMaster x Elegy)

Jackie lay her head down on the beach towel as Curtis rubbed the lotion into the sun kissed skin on her back. She closed her eyes and made faint moaning noises as he applied the lotion, almost seeming vaguely sexual in nature. No, Curtis, thats perfect, she whispered sensually to him as she kept her eyes closed, clearly just enjoying the light massage and the way his hands caressed her skin. Jackie lifted her head up and laughed as she heard the somewhat suggestive remark he made, knowing that it was clearly just a misspeak. Oh, well, I usually make a guy at least take me to dinner or a movie first, but you are so cute I might just waive that rule, she said, winking at him and giggling. Lindsay looked over at the two of them, able to hear their banter despite being a few feet away and seemingly in her own world. Jackie, leave the poor kid alone. Hes definitely not used to a girl like you teasing him like that. Give him a chance to at least move in and get himself settled before you go around teasing him. Oh, I think Curtis can handle me just fine. Hes a grown man after all, right? Jackie said, lifting her head up and looking between Lindsay and Curtis. Besides, Im just teasing and having some fun with my new roommate! I know what he means. And yes, Ill rub some lotion on your skin, too, if you want. Although I didnt realize black guys needed much lotion, she giggled. Go ahead, sit down and Ill apply the lotion. Jackie lifted her body up, exposing her bare breasts to him. They were quite large and shapely, natural and beautiful, topped with small, reddish-brown nipples. Well, go on, she said, acting if everything was normal.
Thread: Accidental Roomies (RoleplayMaster x Elegy)

His dark skin took a reddish tint as Jackie continued to speak, shyer as she spoke of his remark. While he was appreciative of Lindsay stepping in to help, he did not necessarily want Jackie to stop he loved the attention. Freezing as she sat up, exposing her breasts to him, he had no clue how to react. He had already seen someone's slit, and now two beautiful breasts. After a few moments, he regained his thoughts, laying down on the spot Jackie had vacated. His face was turned away from her with his eyes closed, trying to be as comfortable as possible despite the erection he was laying on top of.
Thread: Accidental Roomies (RoleplayMaster x Elegy)

Lindsay rolled her eyes and rolled over onto her side, facing away from Jackie and her newfound boytoy. Of course, now there was absolutely no one to defend Curtis from the topless woman who was busy applying lotion to his back, although most men likely wouldnt want defended from a woman like Jackie. So, its really nice to have you around, Curtis. I think the house could use a bit of a manly touch, she said, rubbing the lotion into her hands and then spreading it over his back, making sure to rub it in very well. So we should get to know each other, right? Jackie said, squirting a bit more lotion into her hands as she continued to knead it into his skin. What do you do for work? Do you have any hobbies? As she lowered her body to his, rubbing the lotion into his neck, her breasts, and most notably her nipples, briefly rubbed against his back. Oh, and do you have a girlfriend or something? Dont worry if you do. Shes welcome to come over and hang out with us anytime! Jackie said cheerfully as she lifted her body up again. Now, do you wanna turn over so I can do the front, too?
Thread: Accidental Roomies (RoleplayMaster x Elegy)

Nodding a little bit, Curtis agreed that he should learn a bit more about his room mates, and vice versa. I'm an IT Technician. He answered slowly, sighing as she worked, as it felt really nice. He could feel two stiff fleshy things touch his skin, and it took a few moments before he realised they were her breasts. U-Uh... hobbies... Basketball, I play basketball. He answered, momentarily forgetting the question she had just asked. And videogames too. He added. No uh.. No girlfriend. he admitted, nervously rolling onto his back. His eyes open, he saw her breasts were still exposed, slightly shiny from the lotion she had accidentally gotten on them. Shutting his eyes once again, the tent in his pants was very obvious indeed, not that he could tell with his eyes shut. What about you? Curtis asked. Same questions.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

Texas, 1875. Elliot Lewis brought his wife westward, to build a new life. His dream was to start a ranch, raise some cattle and some kids. Elliot bought some land, just south of the of Sweetwater, Texas. He and his lovely wife began their ranch with a simple log cabin. They had several head of cattle, a cow for milking and some chickens. The first year of 1875 was hard, but the husband wife struggled through. Elliot promised a better year for 1876. He expected good things, but Elliot was a product of his time. He was a white man who disliked the Native Americans. Always calling them savages, for how they lived. Like many white people of this time. He saw the Indians, as being in the way of good white people trying to make something of the land. The Native Americans, of all tribes, saw the land and everything on it, as sacred. Each tribe had deep, spiritual beliefs. They saw the white man as disrespecting everything the great spirit placed on Earth. Early in 1876. Elliot ran into trouble with some Comanche Warriors. He found them camping on land he owned. To the Comanche, the land was theirs and no white could make a claim on it. Elliot ran them off, killing two warriors with his rifle. He thought, the dirty savages wouldn't come back. Elliot thought, the Indians were cowards. He thought wrong. The Comanche did return and when they did, they brought hell with them. The group was led by Wolf , a brave fearless warrior and his brother Running Elk . The brothers had six warriors with them, when they attacked the small ranch. They killed Elliot as he tried to fight them off. He was no match for them. Not since he made enemies out of them. The warriors then took whatever they wanted. Cattle, chickens and even Elliot's beautiful wife. She was now a captive of the wild Indians. The warriors burned down the cabin and barn. Leaving the area with their white prize, draped over the horse of Wolf. Her hands and feet tied.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

Lucy hadn't really wanted to move back to the west, but as a woman, she didn't have much of a choice. She also knew better from growing up than to question a man's thinking, unless she thought it was worth the risk. Lucy, being a fair girl, didn't enjoy the dry heat and harsh sun of the Texas range, it didn't suit her Irish nature. She did want to make her husband happy though and felt her maternal clock tick as she dreamed about starting a family. Perhaps it would be best. She would be a little closer to her family, and perhaps it would be just the thing to pull her mother out of her depression. The first year was rougher than either Elliot and Lucy expected. Though Elliot tried his best to hide how difficult things were from Lucy and assure her that the next year would be better, she had a sinking feeling that things were about to get worse than either of them could imagine. She knew about the rising tension between her husband and the Native Americans and feared that one day it may escalate to more than just shouted slurs. Lucy tried to educate him a little about them, but the stubborn man refused to listen and continued to antagonize and stereotype them. The day Elliot shot at some of them who had been camping on their land, Lucy tried to reason with Elliot, pleading him not to bring the gun, to try and talk with them or just ignore them. The Natives would leave soon and they were not causing any problems. Elliot simply pushed her aside and continued on his rampage, she shuddered when she heard the shots and her heart sank, knowing that one day soon, others may come back for vengeance. She was right, that day came and now Lucy was tied up and riding on the back of one of the warriors' horses. When the Native Americans had arrived, Elliot had been tending to an injured calf that had stupidly tried to eat a cactus. The warriors had caught him by surprise but Elliot was never without his gun. When she heard the gunshots a struggle outside, first she peaked through the window and her pale skin turned paler at the sight of six warriors surrounding Elliot. Once she had a moment to get over the shock, she grabbed a knife and tried her best to hide, crawling under their shared bed and laying as quiet and still as she could. As she waited, Lucy replayed that moment played back in her head. When the warriors came in their cabin, she tried to slash at their feet as they got close to the bed, but she was only successful in cutting one of the men's ankles before they grabbed her wrist and pulled her out. Lucy tried her best to thrash about, struggle, and even bite at her attackers, but with three against one, it was no contest and she was soon tied up and thrown on the back of one of the horses. Lucy was a fighter though, she continued to shout, scream, and twist about even in bondage. Let me go! I didn't do anything! Please, let me be!. She demanded over and over until her throat was raw and her voice horse.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

Lucy had been worried about the confrontation between her husband, Elliot and the Comanche. She had every right to worry and if Elliot had been smart. He would have been worried as well. Elliot was a product of his time. Believing the Indians were nothing more then filthy savages. They were no match for a white man. Not in fighting or thinking. Elliot's actions had led to his death and Lucy's capture. She didn't know, or perhaps she didn't understand. Lucy was a prize taken after a fight. It wasn't uncommon for Indian tribes to take white women, after a battle or fight. Women from other tribes were taken as captives as well. They were seen as the spoils of war. Taking Lucy was no different. Her hands and feet were tied. She was then tossed onto a horse, like a sack of potatoes. Wolf rode on the same horse. He would slap Lucy's fine looking ass, each time she was trashing about. They took Lucy into the mountains, then down into a valley. That's where their current village was located. The Comanche moved from time to time. Doing their best to stay away from the long knives. Their term for members of the Untied States Cavalry. That came form the horse soldiers carrying sabers. Upon reaching the village. Wolf grabbed Lucy, and dumped her onto the ground. She was quickly surrounded by warriors and their women. Elliot had killed two of their warriors. Now he was dead and Lucy was a prisoner. From the crowd which surround Lucy, stepped the Chief . He and Wolf spoke to each other in Comanche. The older man pointing down at Lucy. The look on his face, was one of disgust. Like Lucy was a piece of trash, dumped into the middle of their village. Standing among the others, was a surprising figure. A pretty Black Woman . She was clearly not native to the tribe. The young woman watched the newcomer, closely. Wolf Running Elk, dismounted their horses. So far, Lucy was being ignored. All she got on the way to the village, was smacks on her ass. Now she was in the middle of the tribe. Most of them staring at her, as if she dropped down from the sky. As the chief and Wolf continued to speak. It was clear, Lucy was the topic of the conversation. She was being pointed at by both men.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

Lucy had heard stories before, about the pillaging the savages would do in a town after exacting vengeance. The newspapers loved to exaggerate moments like these to sell and try to find people to give first hand accounts, but she also knew that many of these reports had some truth to them. Growing up, there was a Native American woman and her child that Lucy's parents allowed to live on their cotton plantation in exchange for helping during the harvest season and growing crops for food. She had grown up with the girl, Rain, who's mother insisted she assimilate and spend as much time with Lucy to learn about white culture. Lucy loved spending time with Rain and learn little bits about her culture. Rain would share stories and folklore that her mother told her, talk about nature and spirits, and sometimes even re-educate Lucy about certain myths that she was learning in school. Rain never really talked about what tribe her and her mother had been apart of, and didn't like to talk about why they had to leave, but looking back, she knew why. Rain was clearly the result of her mother having relations with a white man, and the tribe may not have looked too kindly upon this. Rain had briefly talked about how raids and pillaging were common, even among the Native American tribe, but described them as just like your silly white wars which were mentioned in Lucy's classes, but details glossed over because they were too crude for proper young ladies. Lucy grew more and more furious with each slap Wolf landed on her behind. Each slap was met with a hiss or guttural growl that shot from Lucy's lips. As they rode further away from her home, Lucy tried her best to spot and memorize landmarks, just in case she had the opportunity to escape, although deep down she knew that would be a futile effort, but she grasped at hope. As she lay on her back, surrounded by strange people speaking a incoherent language, Lucy tried her best to look as brave as she could. It was all she could do in that moment since she could not see any way to escape her current situation. When the chief pointed at her and spoke, she could sense the disgust in his voice. Well, fuck you too! She screeched, hoping that if he didn't understand the words, maybe the tone would get across. It was just after that outburst that Lucy's eyes met the dark young women's. She was beautiful, the turquoise stones and beads contrasting her deep cocoa-colored skin, her jet black hair cascading over her broad yet womanly shoulders, and her deep hazel eyes watching Lucy with a glint of....something Lucy couldn't quite place. For just a moment, Lucy let down her guard. Please help me, please. She mouthed quietly to the young woman, hoping her plea would be understood and heard. As the men continued to speak, Lucy assumed about her, Lucy turned back to the two men and quickly changed her expression to one of disgust herself as well as anger.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

The Comanche chief, was Buffalo Hump, father to both Wolf Running Elk. The conversation about Lucy, was why she was brought here. Buffalo Hump felt, taking her was risky and could bring the long knives. Wolf believed the soldiers wouldn't come. They left no traces of who could have attacked the small ranch. or who could have taken Lucy. The group of warriors, also made sure to cover their tracks. Besides, as Wolf pointed out, it was his right to take her as a prize. However, only Buffalo Hump would decide whether or not Lucy would stay alive and live with them. There was no escape for her from this valley. If she tried to leave. She would be hunted down, like an animal. Few women, whether white or Indian, ever escaped their captivity. Some did, returning to their old lives. Others were killed, or captured by other people. Sometimes, those people were white men, but not the type who would return a lovely thing like Lucy. She would likely be sold into sexual slavery by dome wild mountain man. There was always the threat of being taken by another tribe. There were even times when white women were sold to Indian tribes by men looking for horses. A pretty girl like Lucy, would fetch quite a few strong ponies. The conversation between Wolf Buffalo Hump ended after Lucy swore at them. The two men glared down on her. Off to the side, Black Fox stood, watching the new girl. She saw Lucy's mouth move and knew what she wanted. She would help Lucy. Just not in the way the young woman was expecting. Black Fox was loyal to her Comanche Family. She knew what some white people were capable of. Black Fox had been born into slavery. Living her early life on a plantation, much like the one Lucy came from. Buffalo Hump moved closer to where Lucy laid. He reached down, roughly grabbing her and pulling her to her feet. You should pick your words more carefully.........Or you could end up getting fucked......In front of everyone. Buffalo Hump growled out. He held Lucy's arm, tightly in his powerful hand. She was then tossed into the arms of Wolf Running Elk. Buffalo Hump turned and spoke with his people. Again, he used the Comanche language. His words brought yelps and wild cheers from the men. Take her!.........We will begin her initiation! Buffalo Hump spoke as he turned and looked at Lucy. Wolf Running Elk, picked the young woman up off the ground. Each man having a hold of her arms. They lifted her and carried her towards a large teepee. Buffalo Hump then began picking men to join in on breaking Lucy. This was the first step of her becoming a new women. Worthy of joining the Comanche. Her old life was over. She needed to be reborn into her new one.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

When Wolf and Buffalo Hump turned to Lucy, after she shouted at them, she could see from their expressions that they were not amused by what she said. She gasped when Buffalo Hump reached down and pulled her up to her feet. Though she tried to keep her brave face, when Buffalo Hump threatened her with a public gang-bang, it was clear in her eyes that she was frightened. She winced as he gripped her arm tighter and threw her at Wolf and Running Elk. As Buffalo Hump addressed the crowd, Lucy struggled against her captors, but to no avail. When she heard the people whoop and cheer, her expression fell and a look of fright washed over her face as she was carried off to the tent. She kicked her legs violently and twisted her body bot it didn't do any good, still though, Lucy didn't want to give up so easily. She had no idea what was going to happen to her in that tent, but she had a feeling she would not enjoy it, especially since she could see other men being picked by Buffalo Hump following them to the tent. Let me go, please. Don't do this. She begged as they carried her it the entry of the tent. Once inside, she started to thrash about more, using all of the energy her adrenaline rush would allow her. Even though Lucy's arms and legs burned from the exertion from earlier, she fought through the pain. Her eyes began to well with tears of frustration and fear as the preparations for her initiation began. She saw more men come into the tent, wide smiles on their faces and a lustful look in their eye, could they want to rape her to break her spirit? Was that their plan? This only fueled her anger and she hissed as the other men stared and came closer to her. All of this fighting was taking a toll on her though, physically and emotionally, and Lucy knew that she would not be able to fight against them much longer. She filled her lungs and began to scream, s loud and as shrill as she could, hoping that it would buy her a little more time at least, if not deter the male predators.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

The way Lucy struggled, did buy her some admiration. Both Wolf Buffalo Hump, enjoyed the spunk she showed. Though, Buffalo Hump wasn't showing it. Such spirited women, were excellent lovers. The type who enjoyed giving a good fuck, as much as they got one. Women like Lucy, or at least like she was acting now, were also great warriors. It was hard to see the pretty young woman as a warrior. At the moment, she was still much to white. She would change once she was broken down, then she could be reborn into her new life, as a Comanche Woman. Wolf Running Elk, forced Lucy into the teepee. The young men were expecting some fight, but they wanted some fun, not fighting. Buffalo Hump and 20 more warriors followed behind. As the chief entered the teepee, he watched as Wolf gave Lucy a backhand acrossed her face. This would be enough to daze her. Others joined the brothers. Three more warriors came up. Their hands then began grabbing and ripping Lucy's dress. Tearing at every bit of clothing, until the fair young woman was naked. Wolf picked Lucy up in his arms. She was then laid on a blanket. Her hands placed above her head. The leather strap which tied her hands, was tied to a long stake in the ground. The warriors then began removing whatever they were wearing. Once Wolf Running Elk were naked, they laid on either side of Lucy. The young woman had only ever had one man. Her now dead husband, had been the only man to know her sexually. That was about to change. Depending on how Lucy acted from this point on, would tell how rough these men would be with her. It could be rape, if that's what she wanted. They could also make this pleasurable for her. Lucy was going to be gang banged, one way or another. Wolf Running Elk began squeezing at Lucy's breasts. The two men lowered their heads and began sucking on her nipples. Each then slipped a hand between Lucy's legs. Fight and you will be taken anyway......It is better to enjoy pleasure from the beginning. Running Elk whispered words of warning into Lucy's ear. Once Lucy was overcome with pleasure. She would be untied and allowed to serves the men with her hands, mouth and ass. Wolf Running Elk began playing with Lucy's clit. Their finger, rough fingers, moving around the swelling bit of flesh. These men were touching Lucy in ways her husband hadn't. She'd been the only one whoever touched herself down there. Mostly during times when Elliot was busy. For white men, it was all about them getting off. They cared little if their wives enjoyed the sex. These men, these people were different. They enjoyed all the pleasures sex had to offer. Lucy would be shown a new world of bliss, lust and passion. Unlike any she ever knew.
Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

The pleasure Lucy would get from her captors, would make grieving for lost innocence, seem rather silly. None of these men wanted to hurt her. They wanted to show her what real pleasure was and how good passion could be. The only one who could make the men hurt her, was Lucy. That no longer seemed likely. Lucy began reacting to what Wolf Running Elk were doing. The men had learned from the Comanche Women, how to properly pleasure a women. This was a lesson all the men learned from their women. The white men called the Indians, savages. However in many ways, the Indians were further ahead then white society. The fact that these men knew how to make Lucy feel so good, spoke of how they cared for their women. Wolf Running Elk paid a lot of attention to Lucy's nipples. They sucked and licked around the little nubs. Using their hands to squeeze her perky tits. Their other hands, were just as busy between Lucy's legs. Their fingers rubbing her clit and caressing over her tender folds of skin. Buffalo Hump could see the change in Lucy. He motioned for one of the men waiting, to untie her hands. The men did what the chief wanted. Lucy's was untied from the stake and then her hands were freed. Buffalo Hump then waited to see what Lucy would do. Her hands were free now. She could strike out at Wolf Running Elk. The action wouldn't do anything for her. It would only cause her harm, when no one wanted to harm her. It seemed, Lucy was becoming eager for more attention. She was being touched in ways, no one had ever touched her before. Wolf Running Elk, used their fingers very skillfully over Lucy's pussy. Running Elk then slipped a finger inside her pussy. Buffalo Hump was impressed with this white women. She was very pretty. Her body looked very sexy. Buffalo Hump loved her perky breasts, with the small nipples. He could tell she could have many children. Lucy had the hips for having kids.