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Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

I know it'll hurt a little, but I know you'll be gentle daddy she told him with a warm and gentle smile as she continued to read along and climb into the characters shoes. And I'm honoured to have a wonderful daddy like you, I really am the luckiest girl in the world she told him, leaning forward and giving him a small peck on the cheek and smiling brightly at him, like it said to in the script And... I really really love you daddy
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

I love you to princess I just hope that you will be able to handle me I mean your mother had hard time with me when she and I first made love he said as she gave him a kiss. He goes and turns and kisses her as the script says as his hands goes and slides to her back as the other in the room could tell these two had chemistry. The kiss wasn't one would be with father and daughter but one with that of lover.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

W-well if I take after my mother, I may struggle a little at first she said with a nervous little snicker But if its for you Daddy, little Lisa will try her best closing her eyes as Davids lips connected with her, her body shivering a little from nerves as their lips met and his hands ran over her back.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Their tongues played with each other as they kiss. The others in the room watched and could see the connection. David breaks the Kiss Now lets see you if you can handle daddys package The Raccoon said. Wow David said
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Erika had a slightly wistful expression on her face as the kiss was broken, even her last partner had never kissed her that deeply before so she was quite surprised I er... hope I did a good enough job with my performance she said with a nervous smile as the raccoon mentioned it was time to try out the dildo. Her eyes widening a little as she took in the length of it as it was placed in front of her, wasn't this a little 'too' big ... he couldn't surely big this big could he? S-so er... do you want me to put it in right here?she asked with a nervous smile, a bit of a silly question to be fair, it was hardly right to be nervous about stripping off in front of a crowd if she would be doing this kind of work.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Well we want see if you can suck it and get it nice and wet also to see you play with yourself to to get yourself wet, The Raccoon said as David set back Try and stay in character tohe added as part of being in this staying in character last two girls could be they were more about the speed not quality of their act. Think your still nervous but at the same time wanting to please your daddy to show him that it natural for this to happen David said with words of encouragement.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Erika gave a small nod as she heard the instructions, her cheeks flushing a bit as the toy was brought closer to her... she certainly wouldn't have trouble acting 'nervous' that's for sure as she got down on her knees to demonstrate the position more effectively. She brushed some of her hair out of her face as the toy was brought closer to her mouth, gently teasing the tip of it with her tongue to get a small taste test, licking around the head and the rim as she let out a small gasp Daddy is so big... and it tastes so good she panted out, giving the tip a small kiss as a smile appeared on her face, closing her eyes as she slowly wrapped he lips around the head, looking upwards at her 'daddy' as she slowly took in a little more of the shaft, her tail slowly waving back and forth. Her body was still shaking and her inexperience would be clear to them, but the effort and the passion she was putting into 'pleasing' the dildo was also a stand-out point, one of her hands slowly ran down her body and down her jeans, small groans leaving her mouth as she continued to suck on the toy as she began to tease herself.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Daivd watches her as she takes the toy and starts act. He clearly was getting aroused as were the other males int he room. They could see she inexperience but they figured that would make for great cinema. David goes and looks at the other two like we found our daughter. That is enough Ericka, What size are your breastsDavid asked her as he motioned for the other to leave to get the contract for the film.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Erika slowly pulled away from the toy, a string of saliva following her mouth as she licked her lips to clear it away and looked up at the men, starting to stand up... hoping that she did okay for them. I'm... I'm a double D cup she said quietly looking down on her chest, her mother had been well endowed and it had certainly passed on to her through the genes So plenty of cushion for daddy to play with she said with a small chuckle that is... unless you were looking for someone more 'petite' I suppose, how big are the mothers... and what species is she may I ask?
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

Well the Mother in the movie is a fox like you with similar coloring and is at E cups. Also they are bring in a contract for you since it was more my decision on who was to play the daughter. I have stake in thi film and your inexperience and looks but something about you will make this film an award winner, He said to her as he goes and sits next to her. They area alos letting the other girls know the position has been filled,he said to her.
Thread: Welcome to Soft Tail Studios (lordtalos & Jemnai)

I see, if the mothers a fox I suppose that would certainly help fit the situation She said with a smile as her eyes widened a little as he kept talking, w-w-wait, are you saying I... I got the part? Erika's eyes seemed to be shining slightly as she asked the important question on her head, she could feel her chest clenching and she just wanted to confirm that she heard him correctly.I-I'm really going to be in the film?
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

The horizon was beautiful on fire. A cloudless sky, blue as a duck's egg, disappeared behind a billowing black and scarlet mass of flame. The obscene Palace that had marred the landscape had been reduced to rubble, its glided and marble firmament now in pieces like a broken toy. Its ear-splitting destruction had resounded across the entire metropolis. For weeks now the revolutionaries had been stealthily preparing its downfall, with their agents among the staff infiltrating explosives into the most sensitive corners of the venerable edifice. When the blasts all went off simultaneously it was like an immaculately written composition come to fruition. While the explosion faded away in echo, a gigantic wall of dust rose up, as if the spirit of the building were ascending out of the carnage. Devlan lowered his telescope, snapping it shut with a purposeful motion. His heterochromatic eyes gazed out alternately blue and hazel over the destruction of the Palace. Despite the months of preparation and the forcefulness of his design, he still could barely believe the spectacle unfolding before him. For centuries the ominous mass of the building had dominated the lives of the workers below, both physically and spiritually. Now its downfall presaged the collapse of the entire regime, with the revolution planting its flag triumphantly in the ruins. Devlan turned to look upon the cohort that stood behind him, their faces reflecting the mix of awe and resolve he had just felt. For a moment he considered some weighty speech, the kind of stirring oratory that had brought him to the front of the revolution. But in the overwhelming silence that followed the explosion it seemed almost a violation to speak. So instead he swept his arm meaningfully towards the ruins, and the column advanced behind him. They moved slowly but steadily through the rubble, dodging the small pockets of flame and collapsing masonry that still stood. Bodies of the once-vaunted Palace Guard lay scattered about, among the remains of courtiers and other flunkies. All the servants had been warned and long since fled. Moving towards what was once the center, Devlan noted a quiet amazement at how much of the throne room still stood, and marveled that some things could never truly be torn down. Through the haze he could see what remained of the despised King, now obviously expired. Two girls stood beside the prostrate form, and Devlan peered through the dust to make them out.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

The dust seemed to clear slowly and almost agonizingly. Delilah could make out the opaque black shadowed figures that loomed closer and closer but she couldnt tell a face apart from the next. All she knew that this must have been the revolution. Her only knowledge of them was that they hated the monarchy, hated her father, hated the entire rule of her family. Yet, she figured that it was only because that perhaps her father had done little to bring the war to peace. She figured that a marriage between the rival and violent kingdoms would be enough to appease the people but apparently they had all been very wrong. Her gaze shifted from the dust that blocked her view of the men coming nearer and to that of the rubble and remains of what was once a great and fantastic kingdom. It took years to build such a formidable court but it took mere seconds for it to turn to rubble. She had thought that today would be the day of goodness as based on the weather. It was in firm belief that the weather predicted the patterns of the way the day played out. So quickly it had changed to such a murky and depressing gloomy day, she never would have expected it. Yet here it was. The unmistakable change in her entire life, and that of Lavinias too. Delilah wondered if any other had survived or if she and Lavinia had been the sole survivors of a disaster that no one would come to care about. The people hated the royal family of Gaunt. Why should they care about the princess all of a sudden? It was a bitter pill to swallow, to learn she had been hated by the masses this entire time. What ill-timing to have been sheltered her entire life. If she had only known The dust cleared and she was able to make out the fine figures of an entire army of the revolution. So soon that there she saw them, just a few steps from where she and Lavinia stood. But despite her fear and the way her body shook, Delilah didnt stand down. No, she only clutched the royal jewels, a symbol of her power, what little may be left, and lifted her chin as if these revolutionaries were the lowest of all for the peace they disrupted. You will turn around and leave at once. You are not welcome here at Gaunt Castle. Her voice was strong, confident even and without any wavering, much to her surprise. If you have finished your violent display of murder, please, you shall find that the way back is certainly as easy as the way here. Apparently assuming them to be idiots was her tact of the day. By the way Lavinia clenched the back of her skirt, she had a feeling it was bad timing to speak in such a way. But what could she care? Her entire family had been wiped out. Delilah believed she had every right to be just the right amount of bitter and insincere toward these revolutionaries as much as she wanted. She had the power. She ruled. For now, she wished to believe it but in her heart, she knew.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

The acrid tang of dust and smoke bit at Devlan's lips as he entered the remains of the throne room. Through the murky haze he regarded the King's prostate body lying in a dark pool of his own royal blood. With his crumpled robes and distended limbs the dead monarch resembled a kind of doll, casually tossed aside by a bored child. All the radiant tyranny that had once flowed forth was now stopped, and nothing was left but the broken vessel. Devlan sighed softly, unsure if he regretted being unable to kill the man himself - or if he was sorry to see such a redoubtable figure meet a unworthy end. He could hear the senior girl talking, her refined tones curiously incongruous among the carnage. Devlan looked up from her dead father to regard Delilah, eyeing her with a mingled curiosity as though she were some kind of rare bird. Indeed Devlan barely knew her face she had certainly been rarely sighted in the lower quarters of the metropolis. But the numerous propagandist's portrayals of her had not done justice to the luscious and almost unearthly beauty she possessed even at this time of great distress. Her blue dress was smeared with blood and grime, and the silk had torn on the jagged rocks. Yet that did not detract at all from the force of her presence, which struck Devlan stronger than the pungent reek of the room's wreck. He was barely paying attention to her words. Instead, with the leisured eye of the debauchee, he studied her pink inviting lips as they moved dramatically, and how her ample bosom heaved with a crimson flush as she remonstrated angrily with the revolutionaries. Behold, the fruits of victory, he observed to a henchman wryly. His arch, arrogant smile split his handsome face like a scar. Our titular Queen commands us! A few of the men laughed, but even their bitter and ironic humour was hard pressed at this moment. Titular, all right! snorted one of them. Big beautiful titulars at that! Devlan's smile tightened at his men's guffaws. Show some decorum, please, gentlemen he drawled sarcastically. His grin dropped as he began barking orders. As a reward for you stalwart efforts, you may make use of the one cowering behind Her Majesty there. I will take our good Queen myself - in every way I am able, Another round of bawdy laughter spluttered out of the group, then they descended on the two girls as Devlan watched. Lavinia was grabbed roughly by a mass of men who began crowding around her, while a pair of revolutionaries grabbed Delilah's arms. Devlan strode over to stand before her face-to-face, idly rubbing his chin.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

The only thing that could give away the sheer embarrassment of being called the Titular Queen and have the word titular turned into a joke on her form, was the deep flushing shade of red that colored the elegantly displayed cleavage of her bosom, creeping up to her neck and her cheeks even. But still, the look of sheer annoyance, being completely insulted and the look of murder in her eyes was ever prevalent on her features. Though she did feel put down a notch or ten. She stood her ground firmly. That is of course, until it was ordered for his men to have their way with Lavinia like she was some plaything and for the leader to take Delilah for himself. Your majesty! Your majesty! She heard Lavinias cries and before Delilah could even try to break the barricade of men around her, she too was seized and held sturdily for the leader to inspect, or scrutinize as it felt. Swallowing hard, her gaze took in his with a stern quality to them. Nothing about this was fun and games. And despite the fact she was the last royal standing, she had to do what she had to do to make sure that no harm came to Lavinia. She was not only Delilahs first lady but also her best friend. I beseech you, she started, lowering her chin and looking at the ground, a small act of submission. Do as you wish with me, but please spare her. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze once more, hoping the honest sincerity in her tone would be enough to save Lavinia from her torment, a fate that would only make her beg for death instead of ruin. Please.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

A wicked ripple of laughter rolled through the ensemble, the sound ringing hollow around the charred and broken remnants of the throne room. Devlan allowed his notoriously mocking smile to widen, seemingly joining the jeers of his men at Delilah's pathetic entreaties. Yet a part of him - the small vestige of honour which held his worst inclinations in check - responded to her sincerity. He reflected that it would serve both his humour and his curiosity to see how far this girl would go, standing rageful and tear-streaked among the ruins of her realm. Well, this presents a ready opportunity for you to display your nobility, Princess. If you would disrobe for the amusement of the company, then the maiden over there will go unharmed. He steadied his jaw, his cobalt eyes flashing bright in the flickering flames. Reveal your royal body in its nubile entirety, otherwise your handmaid will be given to my men behind me, by way of compensation for their travails today. You can even watch, I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you let some unfortunate suffer for your own sake. He glanced over as his lieutenants with the struggling Lavinia, a firm look serving as ample instruction. They restrained from mauling the trembling girl, instead shoving her to the ground and focusing on the princess instead. Returning his cool glare to Delilah, he spoke softly but firmly, the words clear above the crackling flame. So then princess, the decision is yours. Will we make sport of this young lady here, or will you oblige us by stripping to the skin? What matters more to you, tyrant's daughter - your servants or your honour?
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

It was the moment of truth. Surely she made a true sacrifice but at least Lavinia would be unharmed. Sure, Delilahs reputation would be completely tarnished but perhaps she would have some respite later in life. Unlike her family before her, she did something unselfish and she wouldnt take it back one bit. That is of course, until the moment this brute gave word for his men to have their wicked way with Lavinia. Delilah turned and watched as they hoisted her away, her screams and pleas for mercy striking through her harshly. No! No! She made a hasty beat toward her best friend but was stopped short when Devlan and his brute right hand grabbed her by both arms. She was halted in her steps but she still struggled. It was probably not the smartest thing to do since she was naked and these were clearly devilish and depraved men with the foulest of intentions in mind but she didnt care. Lavinia needed her. Pleaseno Her eyes watered at the realization that despite her best intentions, she still failed. The sounds of her best friends shrieks and cries as she was defiled repeatedly would forever haunt her. It was part of the process that finally chinked her armor, breaking her just slightly. Delilah watched for years as her father betrayed his many allies, turning his back on them without even the slightest hesitation. She learned to do the same, shutting down her conscience so she wouldnt feel the guilt. She had succeeded then but Laviniashe was different. She was like her sister and despite her lower status, Delilah always thought of her as family. And she just failed the last bit of family she had. Her spirit was bruised like a peach and she couldnt even fight them as they dragged her off somewhere. Her familys crown jewels slipped from her hands in a minor act of submission. As they bent her over the cold marble slab, the smoothness of the surface cool and uncomfortable against her soft skin, tears trickled down her cheeks. She didnt even fight when her wrists were restrained. She just felt shame and absolute defeat. A stinging pain pierced her rear and she closed her eyes, a choked sob of a cry sounding from her. Shame, anguish and absolute embarrassment flooded through her which only made the tears rain down harder on her cheeks. Feeling him spread her legs not too gently, a soft whimper came from her at the violation of the touch. His hands were rough, coarse and feltodd. She didnt understand the sensation one bit. She started struggling again, her throat feeling blocked with the large lump that filled it from the sudden rush of emotion and unshed tears, despite how much she had already cried. You said she would be unharmed. She choked out. You promised! You lied to me! Does it give you any kind of satisfaction to abuse and defile young women just to exert your male bravado? Her voice wavered through her tears but there was still the courage of her convictions resonant in her tone. Is this how you believe in honor?! Breaking down any life? Youre no better than my father! She looked at the man who stood before her, holding her wrists down and she spit in his face.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

A vivid flicker of rage flashed across the lieutenant's face when Delilah spat at him. But it quickly passed into a sneer, like a flash of lightning reverting to the black of the thundercloud. Releasing one of her wrists, he landed a hard stinging slap across her soft white cheek, turning it a scarlet shade. Naughty little girl with a big mouth! Well, we know what to do about that!. Half-snarling across to Devlan, he growled Grab 'er arms, boss! Let's show this little minx what to expect from now on! Let's do it 'er what 'er fuckin' family's been doing to us for years! Hatred burned in his eyes like a forest fire, boring hard into Delilah's tearsoaked orbs. This only aroused him even further, and spittle frothed at his lips like a rabid dog as he fumbled at his belt. Her words fell upon Devlan's ears harsh and clear like a cool morning rainfall. The accusation of hypocrisy stung him somewhere in the back of his mind certainly there could be no worst insult for him than to be compared to the late King. But this was not the time for weakness, and he could definitely show no mercy in front of his men. At any rate the throbbing intensity he felt in his crotch was aching for release. He seized her failing arms, tight enough to leave a bracelet of purple bruises around her slender wrists. Holding them both in one firm fist he undid his belt with the other, then used the leather strap to bind her arms together. Keeping a controlling grip he undid his trousers, his raging engorged member springing forth like a cobra for it's pit. His lieutenant curled a filthy hand in her silken locks, while holding his own angry rod with the other. Grunting hoarsely he guided her resisting head down onto it, sliding the angry cock into her wet and cool mouth. He was far too large to fit in smoothly, and forced his way harder while Delilah emitted a weird series of choking noises. There now, he moaned. Better use for it than making pretty speeches, eh princess? Devlan took her roughly from behind, piercing her virgin flower with the ferocity of a swordthrust. The soft velvet fold yielded to him slowly, like a silken glove slowly grasping around his member. His eyes fluttered as a small groan escaped him. Maintaining his painful hold on her bound wrists, he began to roughly knead one of her smooth creamy asscheeks. Each penetration stroked in deeper, her untouched tightness succumbing to his virile force. Together both men proceeded to work her lissome body like a piston, neither of them showing her any mercy. Delilah's generous, firm young breasts where crushed into the cold stone of the broken throne, while her supple thighs were pushed roughly up against the broken stone. Devlan's slow but aggressive rape lifted her up onto her toes, while the lieutenant's crude and violent violation of her mouth choked her cruelly and forced her back onto the vicious thrusts from behind. Grunts, groans and moans began to echo around the shattered chamber as the unfortunate Delilah bore the brunt of all their frustrations and fury.