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Thread: Male Rape Camp (with CougarGirl)

Major Wendy Roberts put the final report into her out tray and sat back in her chair. Yes, the programme has gone well. Not according to plan, necessarily, but that was too much to expect. But it had worked. Sergeant Petersen was now fully indoctrinated to accept whatever treatment might be meted out to him if he was captured on his mission. His captors would be in for a surprise this time. Even that set up rape on his final day had worked well. He hadnt been prepared, but he took what the guys did to him with dignity. Within 24 hours, hed be at the forward base receiving his final briefing. And, thank goodness, she was rid of those two women. That doctor had been trouble from the start, but Wendy had got her own back, no doubt about that. she smiled as she looked at the photo she had taken of the doctor with that red dildo up her ass. And the psychologist was gone too. Wendy had never trusted her, convinced that she was playing games with everyone, and probably reporting back on their psychological make up. Yes, from now on everything was in the hands of the military. Wendy felt safe and confident in her own environment. She rose and walked to the door of her office. She opened it and turned aside to turn off the light. Which was when a hand clamped across her mouth, she was pushed into the room, and the door slammed and locked. She twisted to look at her attacker. Sergeant, what are you doing here? You should be leaving for the forward base? Are you going AWOL? Mike laughed. No, Im not going AWOL and Ill be leaving on schedule, but theres some unfinished business I need to attend to first. He pushed Wendy against her desk, pulling and tugging at her uniform. Despite her resistance, she was soon down to her underwear. Mike stood back and took in the bright blue satin and lace thong and bra. You never were one for regulation underwear were you, Major? Wendy held out her hands to keep Mike at bay, but he brushed them aside and spun her round, pushing her face down onto her desk, sending her files scattering onto the floor. He fumbled with his clothing and she felt his stiff cock probing between her cheeks, seeking out the puckered hole. No, she protested, please, Mike, no, not that. But he took no notice. His cock entered her ass in one long thrust, burying itself to the hilt. Slowly and methodically he pumped her, harder and harder, faster and faster, demonstrating his strength and stamina as the Majors belly was rammed again and again into the hard metal edge of her desk. It was several minutes before he came with a loud shout of triumph massive shudder. When he finally withdrew, Wendy staggered to her feet and turned to face him. Well, he laughed, it looks like youve developed a taste for anal. Wendy reached over into her desk drawer and pulled out a long black dildo. You and me both, Mike. Its your turn now. Bend over and take it like a man. The Sergeant did as he was told.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

Ice blue eyes that were perpetually red, empty and slightly sunken stared back at Alana as she received her reflection. This was the best she looked in two weeks, which didnt say much. There was still a cut above her eyebrow and a yellow bruise on her cheek. Broken arms were weight down with the casts that kept them from moving while she healed, an everyday reminded how how badly she fucked up and how lucky she was. She wore a simple lace bra and panties under a modest black dress . Her fiery hair was brushed and had some of its old shine. She even wore favorite perfume. None of it was of her own doing. Eric stepped up after the accident and a lot of people disapproved, but he was the only person Alana could deal with for an extended period of time. He took over as caretaker, making sure she showered and cleaned her wounds, helping her get dressed, feeding her, administering her meds. He was there when she woke up screaming or she broke down and cried. He made sure she still felt human and she wasnt sure whered shed be if he wasnt there. She'd forgotten how much he affected. Afterall, Alana couldnt do anything her herself, she couldnt move her hands for the next 4 weeks and most likely wouldnt have full mobility for another 6 weeks. She couldnt even suck her thumb, the only means of self comfort she actually indulged in. The thought of it made her tongue slide along the back of teeth. Alana took a deep breath and walked out her bedroom door, her feet still bare as she thought about what led to this day. Her car was in the shop and she needed to go to work. He offered his as long as she could drop him off at his and pick him up. She happily agreed and picked him up after work. She drove as it didnt make sense to switch for a ten minute drive. She remembered he was telling her about the merger between his company and one of their competitors as she got on the ramp to merge on the expressway. She missed the car that was changing lanes and collided with it. Apparently the other car hooked onto hers before it spun out of control and forced their car onto the other lane, a third car collided into the passenger side, something she didnt see before blacking out. Firefighters had to pry them out of the debris. Her father died on impact, smashed and broken. There was nothing to save. She was in and out of consciousness for two days before she found out he was dead. Alana stopped in front Erics door, calming the urge to lift her arm and knock. Eric. Her voice was still just as light and soft as before, if slightly raspy. Are you ready to go to. Her nostrils flared as her throat tightened. She couldnt say it. Ill wait downstairs.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

This was the first morning he'd had to go through the routine of helping her shower and get dressed. It had been a rather surreal experience. On one hand, it was the first time he'd seen her naked in person in years, though he had been kept up to date on how her body had been developing via text messages. She'd looked great, even after having spent a couple of weeks in the hospital. However, her depressed, half-awake, arms-in-casts-that-he-had-to-put-plastic-bags-over look wasn't quite as arousing as he'd hoped, though he had been hard the entire time they were in the shower together. That hardness had brushed against her more than once, a situation that would have meant good times under just about any other circumstances. In this case, though, he'd had to continue actually washing her hair. There had been nice moments, though. He'd been able to enjoy her body as he dried her off, teasing her about how it was a good thing she'd sent him so many pictures so he could look at her without going completely brain dead. And as he dressed her, he'd complimented her a lot on how great she looked, the choice of lace panties having been his. She'd sat on his lap while he brushed her red hair and then rolled the lint off her black dress. He'd visited her several times while she was in the hospital. At first she'd been unconscious, then just vacant. It wasn't until the third time, when she'd been a bit incoherent from pain meds and depression, that she'd really spoken with him at all. It was then that he'd offered to stay with her, and he still couldn't believe she'd said yes, though he made sure to remind her of that arrangement in subsequent visits until the time came to actually take her home. He'd had high hopes of some fun cuddle sessions and making up for lost time, but she'd pretty much just gone to bed after he helped her undress. Once she was ready, he hurried and got dressed himself, all but his shoes on when she called through the door. He jogged over and opened it, smiling sadly. I'm almost ready. Within a couple of minutes, the two of them were in the car and on their way to the funeral.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

Alana wanted to leave the moment they arrived. Eyes followed wherever she went, scrutinized her, made her feel even smaller than she already was. She stayed ever close to Eric, using his warmth for comfort while the priest read scriptures from the bible, her own eyes on the silver coffin that would be lowered into the ground. The casket was closed and she was grateful. Her last memories of her father wouldnt be gruesome. People laid flowers on his coffin, Erics mother said a few words, and eyes watched her expectantly. She wouldnt speak. She had nothing to say. Her father was gone and there wasnt anything she could do about it. She also didnt want to share what memories she had of him. They suddenly felt too precious. The occasional hand would brush her arm or cup her shoulder as a show of support, but it only made her press closer towards her brother. It was getting to be too much. But theyd begun lowering the silver box into the ground and she wouldnt leave until it was complete. Her mind wandered to the days where she would sit in his study coloring with her favorite homemade hot chocolate while her father worked. He would take occasional breaks to see her progress or color with her and whenever she finished, he would add it to his wall until it was filled with her drawings. He would always tell her to look how far shed come over the years, going from stick figures to precise renderings. What she wouldnt give to have that back. Eric Her voice was hoarse and it was then that she realized tears were streaming down her face. She naturally tried to raise her arms to wipe them away only to come up short as a searing pain shot up her arm. It only made the tears come faster. Eric I dont want to be here. I want to go home now. She looked up him through bright tear stained eyes, her face taking on a pink hue. Honey why dont you come with me? I can make you a nice meal and we can sit and talk for a bit. Im sure your father wouldnt have wanted you to be alone. She heard his mother before she saw her. Alana turned in the direction of Marys voice, a frown marring her features. No. I dont want to. I want to go home with Eric. She looked at him again. Hell be with me. She didnt understand why his mother kept asking her to do things she didnt want to do. It wasnt fair and she wasnt doing anything wrong. Alana didnt notice the strange look that crossed Marys face or the shift in her own speech patterns, too focused on her own needs. The coffin was in the ground and she no longer needed to be there.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

Eric was aware of the way Alana followed him around and stayed close to him, but didn't know what to make of it. This morning at home she had been all but motionless, barely reacting with anything more than surprise at his touch and generally acting a statue when she hadn't needed to move. He'd thought about their shower all morning, looking forward to it beforehand and dwelling on it since. He understood her not being as flirty or playful or affectionate given all she'd been through, but he could not have imagined reality falling so far short of what he'd imagined. Like Alana, Eric had had eyes on him as well, largely coming right after they'd looked at Alana. Many hadn't known they were staying together during all of this, but it seemed word had gotten out at some point, since there were quite a few odd looks. He noticed a disapproving look from his mom as well, and she walked over in a brief moment while he and Alana were separated, though fortunately she hadn't pressed the issue then. She'd already called him over the phone once to express her concerns, and would likely do so again. He stayed quiet during the funeral, occasionally stroking Alana's back since her casts prevented him from stroking her arms. He was relieved when she said she wanted to leave. Being around her today was awkward enough without everyone judging. Of course his mom had to make one last effort. Oh well, lucky for Eric, his mom's disapproval had rarely hurt Alana's interest in spending time with him. If anything, she'd made his company more enticing in the past. Grinning to himself, Eric leaned in to Alana and whispered in her ear as he walked her to his car. Mom doesn't think I should be dressing and undressing you, or sharing a bed. I think we should change clothes as soon as we get home, then maybe take a nap. Granted, his mom hadn't mentioned the bed he hadn't shared that detail, but he wasn't above generating ammo. As they drove back home, he was in a MUCH better mood.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

The drive home was stressful. Alana managed to ignore the fact that she was in a car on the way there as her mind was filled with thoughts of the impending funeral. Now that it was over, she found that she was more aware of her surrounds and more importantly, in the death trap that took her father away. She tried her best to quell the churning in her stomach as they drove home and her only saving grace was that the house wasnt too far away. Even so, her face was flushed from the blood coursing through her veins and her fast beating heart. Her skin was tingly and hot and all she wanted to do was get out of her clothes. When they finally made it home and into the house, she immediately shucked her shoes off and turned to look at her brother, Eric. You said, youd help me change? Her mind flashed back to the funeral and the words he whispered in her ear. She knew his mother didnt approve of the way he acted towards her. It always used to amuse her how often he took the blame for how their relationship evolved when she was just as much to blame. Alana always liked the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. He was always encouraging of her sexual explorations, always there to listen and definitely there to make sure she knew she looked good. He made her feel safe and secure...among other things. She walked towards him, her grey eyes filled a warmth that had been missing for the past few weeks. I dont want to be in these uncomfortable clothes anymore...but I dont want to take a nap. If anyone could help Alana, it was Eric. I want to be distracted.
Thread: beauty of the broken | lewd and kckolbe

Alana wasn't the only one for whom the trip home was stressful. In Eric's mind, it had taken forever. He'd done his best to drive at a nice, relaxed rate as they made their way back from the funeral, but he had conflicting motivations fighting for control. On one hand, he wanted to avoid driving recklessly or in a way that Alana, in her state of heightened nerves, would view as reckless, because he knew she was uncomfortable in cars. On the other, he knew that his mother had unknowingly given him a gift, and he wanted to hurry home to properly or improperly accept it. Her disapproval of the necessary closeness he and Alana were sharing while she recovered was all but a guaranteed motivator for unnecessary closeness. Eric had never fully understood why she had reacted like that, but he had always made sure to give her an outlet of his choosing to funnel that motivation toward. In the end, he ended up driving a bit too fast when he had open road, though he at least did his best to avoid swerving around to the fastest lanes. He followed her closely inside, letting out a sharp sigh of relief when she asked him to confirm he'd help her change. Smiling broadly, he responded with a cheerful I absolutely did. He closed and locked the door behind him, walking briskly to close the distance between them more quickly. He smiled warmly, if a bit mischievously, and wrapped his arms around his little sister's waist. Looking down at the petite girl, he snaked a hand up her back and undid her zipper, slowly drawing it down. He delicately looped the straps over the casts on her arms, which unfortunately required him to step back. It was a difficult process to manage with grace, given that her arms could not bend, but it was that very limitation of hers that allowed him the current luxury, so he lost none of his cheerfulness in dealing with it. He slid the dress down to the ground, hastily standing back up and moving his hands back around her. All the uncomfortable clothes need to go, he said as he began unfastening her bra. I know these aren't comfortable, even if it did look really nice on you. Removing the dress had taken a nice moment, but it was nothing compared to the slow savoring of removing her bra, to include a healthy look at what that removal revealed. You know, he started, looking back up at her eyes, it's really not appropriate for me to even be seeing you in your underwear, much less taking it off. He leaned in against her, a hand sliding down her back and hooking into her panties as he whispered how comfortable are these?
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Thread: A New Beginning (Morgan20 & BobSaget)

Ghorza T'voka walked along the outer corridor of the stadium. Her wide hips swayed as she took each step. The tight jean pants hug to her every curve. Her boots tapped along the smooth concrete as she walked. Her only companion on the rounds was a rifle rested at her shoulder. The youthful orc yawned as she passed a chain linked fence they had attached to close one of the entrances. The barricade was a grotesque metal blob of fence, vendor stands and metal. Despite it's look, Natty had done a great job welding and soldering the pieces together to prevent anyone, or anything, from entering here. She piered out at the vacant parking lot. There was a litter of abandon cars and a few stragglers roaming aimlessly. She shivered a second from the cold morning air before continuing her rounds. It wasn't long before she returned to the main entrance, where they had set up camp. As she approached she noticed a figure moving to the main office. Her eyes narrowed as she brushed aside her colorful bangs to see more clearly. Since the end of the world, her hair was bright the colors were fading away much like society. She moved up to the main entranced and looked around. There wasn't much commotion yet at this early hour. For a moment, she wondered if the sleep loss was getting to her. She had to be thorough though, as she was tasked with the safety of the compound along with the others. Ghorza moved to the door and opened it. A sense of relieve fell over her as she saw Abel. He always had a calming affect on her as he seemed to be so in control all the time. The orc smiled and put her rifle down next to the door and walked into the office. Good morning, Abel. You are certainly up early, Ghorza spoke as she moved in front of his desk. She couldn't help but let out a yawn as she had been up a few hours make sure the parameter was secure. Could you not sleep?
Thread: A New Beginning (Morgan20 & BobSaget)

Abel managed to aimlessly stare at the flickering monitors stacked in an array against the wall beside him. The cameras depicted nothing other than the slightest of breezes, or some kind of animal that seemed to figure out a way to evade the hungry undead that were somewhere outside. His eyes danced across the once 'parking lot' like area, cruisers and other vehicles now lay in their own mechanical graveyard. It had been quite some time since he encountered any survivors outside of those that lived within his encampment, wondering to himself if they were alone. A sigh escaped his lips as he propped his head up on his elbow, placing his chin into the soft of his palm before he continued aimlessly staring at the screen before him. The sound of the door opening caused his hand to reach towards the desk, fingers quickly wrapping around the grip of his pistol as his eyes shifted towards the doorway. The slightly green tinted flesh caused him to ease somewhat as he noticed Ghorza make her way into his room. She was tasked with guard duty around the encampment, she was damn good at it. Orcs were rare on this side of the country, but when they were around people would pay attention. Not just because of the color of their skin, but they were far larger and stronger than any other race. Which, reasonably so, put people on edge when one was around. Ghorza however was very level-headed unlike most Orcs, and seemed almost too kind to be an Orc herself. She served quite well as a guard, and served almost as a pseudo-lieutenant for Abel when he'd be busy or out scavenging. Morning. Abel spoke calmly as he released the tight grasp of the pistol on the desk before him. A smile appeared on his lips as his bright red eyes peered at her through the otherwise dimly lit security office. I never was one for sleep, you know that. Abel teased aloud a small laugh escaped his lips as he spoke. His eyes watched as the curvaceous figure made her way into the room a smile appeared on his lips, for an Orc...she had a body unlike one he had ever seen prior. Shouldn't you be getting some sleep? I can cover your rounds for you, it's not a big deal.
Thread: A New Beginning (Morgan20 & BobSaget)

Ghorza took a step and grabbed a near by chair pulling it in front of the desk before slouching into it. While she was proud and confident, her body betrayed how tired she was. The former personal trainer was one of the most fit people in the compound. Not only did she keep to a regimented work out routine, but her orc genetics made her dispositioned to being strong. Having spent a lot of time in gyms, she was determined, disciplined, and knew how to both give orders and take them. She wore a tan jacket that seemed to be almost a size too small as the zipper only was pulled up until just under her breasts. Underneath was a white tank top and what appeared to be a sports bra. The orcs eyes meandered around the desk and displays before she replied, you know I might take you up on that. Its another quiet morning and it seems we have another enemy besides those things . Ghorza put a clear distain in her voice as she mentioned the undead. It was a tone earned through experience and memory of what they could do. Not only do we have to deal with them, the tempature is falling. We need to make sure we have enough supplies before winter hits, she said leaning forward in her chair.