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Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret Pennington looked down with fury from her portrait above the fireplace. Who were these intruders that dared to enter her house? Whoever they were, she'd drive them away like she had so many others. Foolish mortals! Always trying to communicate with the dead. As if they thought they had something to tell the dead. The dead were long past caring what the living had to offer. But wait a minute. Looking at them closer, they looked a lot like her nieces. The same nieces who poisoned her in order to inherit the mansion and it's estate. The brazen hussies. That only infuriated Margaret even more. It was bad enough that she'd lost her sweet Michael in the war for southern independence. But that her nieces took advantage of her in her time of grief made it worse. Margaret studied the girls closely, trying to decide how best to drive them away. It was then that she noticed one of them was different from the others. The taller and older one. My word! She had a bulge in her jeans. The kind of bulge Margaret recognized from her life with Michael. This was interesting. This would bear further investigation. Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe the living could offer something to the dead.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

the three girls where giggling and looking around eagerly as they examined the old dusty things. they at least, had some respect for the dead, unlike those that had come before them. they touched nothing, did not disturb the souls of the long sleeping items. they spread out, looking around the hallways and rooms. hey guys! look! Tina called, looking up at the picture. Margaret Pennington. she informed them. she was the one who did all the research. Legend says that she was a Civil Century woman who lost her husband during the war. they where said to have had the most loving relationship, and when her husband died she mired herself in depression. after that the story gets fuzzy. some say she killed herself, others say she was murdered, some think she fell down the stairs and died in an accident and a few think that she was poisoned by the last of her family but no ones sure. Tina admitted. the only thing anyone can agree upon is that the death of her husband destroyed her. That's so sad. Sage admitted, Alice nodding. is she the one haunting the house? that's what's believed. Tina admitted. all we know for a fact is that anyone who tried to buy, live in, destroy, renovate, pilfer, or vandalize the house meets with some various troubles. some of them have even gotten really hurt, particularly the people who try to damage the property in some way. there are rumors that Mrs. Pennington is protecting the house for her husbands return. or at the very least, one of her husbands family. i dunno why no one says she's waiting for her own side of the family. Tina admitted, Alice looking up at the painting with wide eyes. She's really pretty. the young Futa admitted, her head tilted. she looks lonely in this picture. and sort of like she's hurting and trying to hide it. she admitted, Tina and Sage giving her funny looks. it's a painting. how can you tell? Sage asked, examining the painting critically. Alice just shrugged. well. whatever. lets set up our tents. outside. Tina ordered. we don't want to disturb too much in here, it might upset Mrs. Pennington. she's dead, what can she do to us? Sage scoffed even as she followed Tina. the same thing she did to everyone else you twit! that of course started them bickering, they always bickered. Alice sighed, rolled her eyes and smiled at the painting. don't worry. they're real nice. she promised her before looking around some more, curious about the person who had lived here, content to let the two other girls set up the tents.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret listened to all that was said. Saddened that no one knew how she had died. That meant that her nieces had succeeded in their crime and gotten away with murder. Of course they had succeeded. She'd been here all along, watching Matilda, Daisy and Annabell prancing around the house gleefully, just like these girls. But she had hoped that someone would eventually find out the truth and bring her killers to justice. Or at the very least, set the record straight. To hear that some said she'd killed herself was so.........annoying. Michael would never have forgiven her if she'd taken the coward's way out. However, Margaret was not here because she was waiting for Michael's return. She'd long ago resigned herself that he was gone. No, she was here to protect the house. Just as her father had told her to do on his deathbed. The house had been in her family since before the Revolution and it was her job to defend it against all invaders. And what better way to drive away the invaders than to invade their bodies and play them off against one another. She chose Alice, not only because of her uniqueness, but because she seemed more receptive to Margaret's plight. She certainly couldn't enter Sage, who was clearly scornful of the dead. And Tina was a font of information that she wanted to listen to rather than disrupt with her presence. So when the other two girls had left, Margaret just drifted out of her portrait and into Alice. To Alice, it would seem like an icey draft had settled upon her. But she'd adjust to the temperature of the girl. For the moment, rather than trying to control the girl, she was content to be an invisible passenger in her body. Listening to her thoughts and seeing through her eyes. What she learned from Alice's thoughts surprised Margaret. The girl was shy and uncomfortable with her differences. Differences? To Margaret they were gifts. She giggled. What mischief she could have gotten into if she had had the genetalia of a man AND a woman! Mischief had been her middle name as a child. Only Michael had been able to tame her wildness. Poor sweet Michael. What would he have thought if she had had her own manhood. She giggled again. Could you call it manhood on a woman? Perhaps it was time for a different term. The vulgar used to call it a pecker. But she hated that term. And penis sounded too formal, even for a lady of the south. Cock! That's what they were calling it now. She'd heard the term from other intruders. Still a bit vulgar, but she no longer had polite society to impress or scandalize. When Alice entered the master bathroom, the first thing her eyes were directed to was the large claw-foot tub. Margaret remembered the struggles the workers went through carrying that monster up the stairs to the master bathroom. But oh, how she loved soaking in warm soothing water in that tub. It was like heaven. At least until Michael would disrupt her peace by sliding in with her for some lovemaking. She giggled again, thinking of those moments. She wanted so desperately to feel that warmth once more. Maybe if she planted the desire for a bath in Alice's mind......
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret smiled at the girl's dilemma. Unlike Alice, she'd been shameless in her youth. She wouldn't have cared if other girls had caught her playing with herself. Just as long as her parents didn't find out. That lasciviousness had made her a bit of an outcast among her peers. Not that it mattered to her. If Michael hadn't come into her life, she'd always suspected she would have remained single. Most men of that period shied away from women of scandalous behavior. Unless those women were harlots, of course. But none of the masturbations of her past had prepared her for this. It was hard to know which felt better. Stroking her cock or inserting her fingers in her womanhood. DAMN, another old fashioned term that needed to be upgraded. What did they call it now? Vagina? Too formal. Cunt? Heavens, no! Too blunt! Pussy? Yes, that sounded playful enough. Though it seemed as if Alice was stroking the cock a little rougher than she would have. She'd always used a lighter touch with Michael. Margaret laughed at herself. Here she was making comparisons between her techniques and Alice's when she should just be enjoying the moment. So she decided to relax, close her eyes, and let the girl have her own way. Maybe she would alter her techniques later. Besides, it was already overwhelming, having two sources of arousal at the same time. Was it possible to time one orgasm with the other? The cock was already rigid. She could feel it throbbing with energy, eager to explode. And she could feel the girl's seed bubbling towards the surface. When it erupted, her body spasmed repeatedly. Not quite in unison, the pussy climaxed shortly after, her vaginal walls clenching around her fingers, trying to hold onto the moment. Stretching out the delightful feeling she was experiencing. Margaret would have liked an encore. But Alice seemed waaaaay too concerned about the other girls catching her masturbating. Clearly, the girl needed her help. Did she really just say that? Normally, she couldn't get rid of uninvited guests fast enough. Besides, she had no expertise with other women. All her relationships had been with men. Perhaps, deep down inside, she was really trying to experience all the things she'd never experienced while alive. Such as a lesbian relationship. But did she have a right to use this girl to gain that experience? And why was she even concerned about it? She'd never before worried about the living people that she had used and abused in the past as a ghost. There were so many questions that Margaret needed to take some time to consider.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret was amused. And yet perplexed. All this effort on Alice's part just to hide that she'd pleasured herself? If these two girls were as good of friends as Alice thought they were, surely they would understand Alice's needs! Wasn't this supposed to be a freer age than the one Margaret came from? Listening to Alice tell the others about her impressions of the past, Margaret was so tempted to shout out within Alice's brain, YES, I WAS BETRAYED. YES, I WAS MURDERED. But something held her back. Maybe it was the fear that a resolution to the mystery of her death might lead to a resolution of her time in this house. Land speculators, real estate investors, and businessmen were constantly trying to purchase the house and property. All with the intent of tearing the house down and putting up a shopping mall whatever that was or a football stadium whatever that was or condominiums whatever they were. The only thing standing in their way was the reputation of this mansion and it's ghost. The preservation society wanted to save the mansion specifically because of it's ghost and it's history. If these girls brought a resolution to the question of her fate, would that mean she would be forced to move on? As much as she wanted to see her Michael again, she had a duty to her father to protect the mansion and estate. Perhaps she needed to distract these girls from their goal. So when Alice's cock started to twitch, it wasn't simply because she was aroused by Tina or Sage. Margaret had decided to manipulate her body, trying to redirect her attention away from ghost hunting and towards more carnal pursuits. For a moment, she considered forcing Alice to reach out and pinch that ass of Sage's. It would serve the girl right for not believing in ghosts. But that might have given away her ghostly presence. No, this had to be more subtle. That tent the girls were going to sleep in was going to get awfully cozy tonight, she thought gleefully.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

if asked why Alice was doing such a thing as hiding what she'd been doing, she wouldn't be able to answer. all she knew was that it felt filthy, bad, wrong. pleasuring herself when she was such a creature? it was wrong to enjoy herself when she was a freak. wrong to take pleasure in something that was so wrong. Sage of course, didn't believe in ghosts and thus thought that Alice's 'sensitivity' was a bunch of bull, but she never said that out loud. they talked for a little while longer before crawling into their shared Tent and settling in to bed, Alice on the left, Tina in the middle and Sage on the right. Goodnight everyone. Tina stated cheerfully as she snuggled in for bed, Alice sighing as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. when she woke in the morning, she was doing something she had never done before. she was cuddling, very tight to Tina. while it was not unusual for Sage to get clingy in the night, which was why Tina slept in the middle, she didn't mind a clingy Sage where it tended to upset Alice a little bit. Alice felt horror curling up inside of her as she realized she was hard as a rock and Tina was snuggling back, arms wrapped tightly around Alice. even the padded panties couldn't hide this and there was no escape from Tina's tight grip. what was she going to do!? what was she going to DO!? Morning. Tina mumbled sleepily, shifting as she started to wake and terror bloomed inside of Tina. she did the only thing she could think of. she slid her hips back, trying to keep her hardness away from her friends body and tilted her hips, uncomfortable, but shielding her length from sight. ...Alice? Tina asked, startled. oh my goodness i'm sorry! i must have thought you where Sage! Tina apologized, recognize the discomfort on her friends face. Alice scooted back, sat up and fled the tent to get some fresh air against her burning face. she struggled to ignore the lust curling in her belly and the thoughts of how pretty Tina and Sage really where. she did so with a practiced ease that told you she'd had these thoughts before, without the Ghost instigating them. cute little Alice, was harboring a crush. a big one, for her female partners. she was too good at ignoring them however. she would never do anything on her own. short post is short. sorry.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

OOC I don't worry about the length of a post too much. I ask for a paragraph in my F-list. But really, as long as the other person has provided me with something to work with, I'm cool. Usually, I'm the one worrying that I'm saying too much. lol Margaret sighed with disappointment. All that maneuvering of Alice up against Tonia and . . . . . . nothing. In fact, worse than nothing. The way Alice pulled away from Tonia probably gave the girl the impression she was repelled by intimacy with her. While Tina's apology, on the other hand, indicated no such qualms about ending up in the arms of another female. At least not if the female was Sage. As Alice fled the tent, Margaret heard a clicking, followed by a small female voice announcing that the high today could reach one hundred degrees. So, if you don't have air conditioning, dress light and hydrate often. Oh, how Margaret hated days like these when she was alive. All the stifling layers of clothing that a southern lady was required to wear by society. Up to eight layers under her dress, depending on the the occasion. First the bloomers or pantalets, then the chemise, then the corset, then the corset cover or camisole, then the under petticoat, followed by the hoop skirt and the over petticoat, and finally the blouse or bodice and the actual skirt. It was a wonder she didn't faint more often than she did. When she was in the privacy of her own room, she'd disrobe of all her clothing and go naked. If only they'd had not only indoor plumbing back in her day, but showers. There was now a shower-head over that tub in the master bathroom, but about a century too late for her. Of course, today's temperature could work to Margaret's advantage in this instance. The heat wasn't likely to cause the girls to shed any clothing, mainly because they wore very little to begin with. But who knows, maybe one of the other girls was adventurous enough to do so. And aside from the shower, she could create other places for them to get wet. The small fountain and pool in the courtyard of the mansion had been added after her death. And she had noticed how it had become a favorite place for later generations of the Pennington children to frolic in. It was dry right now, but if she left Alice's body and went to the basement, maybe she could figure out how to turn the water back on.
Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Margaret was really starting to develop a dislike for Sage. The hypocrisy of the girl, writing books about ghosts and profiting from those books, yet not believing in ghosts. She shouldn't be allowed to earn a living off those who's existence she holds in such great contempt. But Margaret was of two minds. On the one hand, she wanted people to believe in ghosts. Otherwise, it was as if she herself didn't exist. On the other hand, if more people believed in ghosts, more people would be invading her mansion. And that she couldn't have. She felt no guilt about the last family she had chased off, though she had enjoyed the presence of children in the house. But when the husband and wife had started laying out plans on the kitchen table to give the house a more contemporary look by knocking out some walls to create an open concept livingroomkitchendinning room area, that was the last straw. Turning on the water to the fountain had been no trouble. But getting it done before the girls had come upon the fountain had been a feat. If it had started flowing while they were looking at it, it might have given away Margaret's presence. The basin of the fountain was clean, because Margaret would throw up a draft that would blow away the leaves. She cared for the parts of the house of hers and her descendants. But the refuse left by intruders, she allowed to rot and rust away. They were of no concern to her. As the temperature continued to rise, Margaret continued to get more irritated with Sage. She wanted so much to teach her a lesson, but without making it blatantly obvious that she was present. There was always something delightful in leaving people with an element of doubt in their minds. If Alice remained so shy around the others, perhaps inhabiting one of the other girls would be better. They certainly weren't shy. And inhabiting Sage, maybe she could make her do something to herself as punishment. By doing so, maybe she could get Alice to tap into her maternal side in response to Sage's misfortune. It had taken just a moment. A quick entry into Sage's body. And before she had even had a chance to notice the temperature change, a movement of her foot so that it stepped on a roller skate. Part of the clutter left out by a careless child of the past. Her foot slipped out from under her. And before she knew it, BAM. She was flat on her back and in pain. And Margaret was back in Alice's body.
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Thread: Group Sex [OPEN]

Vanessa was on the bed, naked. She waited for someone to walk in. Someone she could have fun with. The invitations had been sent to everyone. She couldn't wait. Vanessa was tanned, massive breasts, thin and a brunette.
Thread: The Devil within (Group rp)

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Alright I put up a character sheet in the group section So who ever wants to signup can.
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Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

Alright this is the Character sheet for Devil Within Tester or Subject Would you rather be part of the team or one of the inmates Name First Name Last Name Age 18 and older but if you want to be 17 and a half is fine. Occupation What do you do? Where are you from Hometown is could anywhere in the world Background Give as much of a background as you want, as a tester. Give more of a background as a subject like what you did to be in prison. Appearance What you would look like. Personality A detail description so we can test accordingly. Tester or Subject Tester Name Dr. Adande McKnight Age 29 Occupation Doctor Where are you from Stanford, California BackgroundWrote a paper on the original experiment and became obsess with it. He wants to improve the design of it and complete it. Very gifted intelligent person though a lot of times appears to be an airhead. Appearance Personality Im slightly twisted in the head as I dont really consider myself to be a human being. Im calm, quiet, a perfectionist, always thinking in scientific terms and ideas about the human brain and mind, forgetful and a procrastinator. Im a liar and have been called a good actor as Im able to act out emotions very well while hiding how I truly feel. I am what they call a bad influence seeing as I get others into trouble while avoiding it myself.
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Tester or Subject Subject Name Kara Jones Age 24 Occupationin mate Where are you from Tulsa texas Background Kara was raised in a rich family they had it all and even she had it all going for her a nice home a nice family good education and she had a fionce too. She was going to be lawyer once she finsished school. Then one day her fionce cheated on her so she dumped it then her family was robbed so she set out to take karote classes and pinned the guys that did it sending them to jail. But what pushed her over the edge to be a computer hacker and hack into county jail system was when she found out that her parents could not have childeren of their own so they kidnapped her and she found her face on a milk cartoon and hacked to find her real mom and dad. They both were known computer hackers something Kara picked up from some shady friends of hers . So she went into a life of crime hacking into computer systems to get alot of money to bail out her family . She was known as the Joker on any computer cause she is a big batman fan. Slowly her mind became twisted and she would do anything she wanted for money and nice things to have it all again . No computer system was safe when she was around. Appearance Personality She is cocky and can be nice but is deeply in love with anything that has to do with techology. She does not know everything but giver a few minutes she can hack into anything. She can be very sarcastic.
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Tester or Subject Subject Name Germain Hudson Age Nearly 20 so 19 ands 12 but tall, 6'4 Occupation AuthorGangster Where are you from Venice, Italy Background A free-lance author in the daytime, gangster by night. He has a strong Italian accent which makes it his ultimate weapon to get away with most things. He is known in the group as both the hawkeye and technoloigist. Upon working in the nighttime with his gang, he went to FBI level of threat and was sent to jail for running, killing three FBI agents, and not paying his total of 500 dollars. He bailed out by the means of putting out the security system and lights with his small tab they never retireved. Appearance Personality Mysterious, Machiavelliancunning and loyal but only to those he believes deserves it.
Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

Your accepted but keep in mind that as a subject it is my and the tester job to break you down and to shape you anyway I feel like it and touse all types of things at my disposal even a non-heterosexual scene in the role play too, so if your cool with that, you're welcome to join.