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Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

Sophie was beginning to realize that there wasnt going to be any chance of discussing what needed to happen. His approach struck fear through her heart and triggered another round of sobs. Her retreat was blind, thinking of nothing other than her desperate desire to keep the both of them separated. Much to her dismay, it took no more than a couple of shuffling steps to bump into a firm and unforgiving wall. Taking her eyes from her Father seemed an impossible feat. It certainly was him, just an entire personality that had never been on display before. The simple action of reaching out to touch her earned a fretful whine, quieted only by the intensity of his expression. Her sniffles were pathetic as he took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. The action left her feeling exposed without actually revealing anything at all. He leaned in. Red flags and alarms went off in her mind, leaving her trembling as his wet-hot tongue ran over the curve of her baby doll cheek. The action made her skin crawl goose bumps formed over her body and the hair at the back of her neck prickled to attention. The girls heart sank. Her entire life this was the man that had raised her, fed her, kept her clothed. Their intimate proximity revealed the scent of his favorite cologne, something shed previously only experienced with a hug or innocent peck at the cheek. The slow realization began to dawn that there wouldnt be any chance of returning back to everyday life. This was one of those secrets that had people looking over their shoulders at night and keeping acquaintances at bay. Guided to look at the bound and abducted stranger at the floor, Sophie had never been so conflicted. Of course she knew that abducting and torturing people led a person to prison, but she wasnt about to try and reason with him. His questions earned a second round of whines. Unprepared, she wished to simply sink through the floor and become invisible. Chewing at a lip, it took her several moments before finally managing a response. I-I dont know She was meek, like a skittish animal that had been dragged out of hiding. What the hell was someone supposed to say at time like this?
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

He made a small cluck with his tongue, his eyebrows raising a bit more as he spoke back to her. It was a taunt this time, a taunting mimicking inflection to his voice which turned it ugly. Which made it horrible. You don't know. He said in a mocking fashion, a small mew of displeasure coming to his face as he heard the words and gave a slow gentle caress of her face. That was the most sickening part, in a moment where he might have hurt her. Where most people would have moved their fingers off of her and slapped the living shit out of her, he instead petted her like she were an animal. Objectifying her, making her less than a person, making her nothing beneath those gloved hands. His eyes didn't hold mockery though, they held nothing but emptiness as the fingers patting her cheek suddenly gripped her hair and he jerked her to turn her towards the dumb little bitch he had chained. Oh this was just too delicious. They both stared, there was nothing that could be done for it. They stared as he pulled his daughter over and he looked down at the woman who was captured there. What was her name? He couldn't even remember in all honesty. Had he even bothered to learn it? It hardly mattered at this juncture as he tugged his little girl over and forced her down next to the woman. His hand was brutal in her hair, unrelenting fingers of steel that made her bend her head towards her and he gave a small smirk as he whispered. While he spoke his other hand reached out to take the...fuckhole by her throat, clamping his hand round the soft flesh, uncaring at the noises she made in protest. I tell you what, little lady. Little daughter mine. If you do what I say to this woman, I'll let her live. Imagine that. Maybe I won't let her go, but I will let her live. Only if you do what I say, denying me though... He made small little noise of regret and his hand began to tighten on the bitches throat, cutting off her air, completely taking away all hope from her. He was not looking at her, he did not care whether she lived or died. This was all about his daughter, all about how far she was willing to go to protect not only herself but this poor little piece of flesh laying before them. He studied her in that moment, searching for all the little cracks he could begin to exploit. Quick now, make a choice, she's weak...she'll be gone any moment, he teased.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

This was a man that Sophie had never dealt with before a man that held all the cards. More so, he maintained complete indifference as to whether or not the deck was doused in lighter fluid and burned to ashes. She swallowed nervously as he repeated her last statement. Whatever she was supposed to say, it was obvious she hadnt given the appropriate answer. Her knees buckled at the sensation of being caressed. The smooth leather slipped effortlessly over her skin, especially with tears serving as a lubricant. The intimacy was frightening and forced her to blink back more tears. Just as her nerves began to steady his thick fingers plunged into her dark mane of hair and curled at the roots. His grip alone earned a pained whine, a single hand rising to grab at his wrist in an attempt to earn a release. Instead, her torso was forcefully pushed towards the ground. In an effort to keep up she bent her knees and lowered to the cool floor. The chilled cement seemed to pull any body heat she had to offer away. She was pushed uncomfortably close to the prisoner. Her soft palms supported the weight of her torso while settling upon hands and knees. Up close, it was obvious that whatever shed been fed while down here had been minimal and her wounds were never treated. Her hair had been choppily cut to a shoulder length and matted in some areas. Wh-what? Seeing the stranger being choked put a dark cloud in the air. Was she going to die right in front of her? Sophies eyes grew wide with horror. She opened her lips to speak, but nothing could come out. There was a human slowly being taken from this world and her Father was the undertaker. Near death, it was horrifying to watch the life slowly drain out of someones eyes. The opportunity to dissuade any further attempts at murder earned an immediate reaction. Yes, yes! Ill do what you want! Please just stop it! Her hands dared to reach for his arm and even applied the force of a weak push to permit the captive woman the opportunity of air. Whoever this was, the young girl couldnt bear to carry the guilt of not even trying to save a life. How would she sleep? Terribly, Sophie began to realize that her Father found a way
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

As she pushed against his arm he nearly gave a laugh. It was so weak, so impossible to move him, he felt like slapping her just for the attempt. Yet he supposed it was worth the level of humor that it provided him and he let it go, his hand tightening just a bit more as the bitches eyes widened and bulged but then he eased up to let her take a ragged breath. He thought her name was Cindy, that came to him in that moment. Cindy, yeah, maybe that was it. He shrugged it mentally away however, because he was not staring at her. She was just a tool to mess with his daughter, just a means to an end as he watched the poor girl struggling to comprehend what he was doing and who he was. His eyes were dark and shadowed, no longer resembling the Father she had grown up with. The man who had been there for him. This man was something altogether different. This man was insane. So he stifled his own laughter, giving a mock sigh he murmured. What am I going to do with the two of you? Then, then a small smirk touched his lips as he spoke. Oh, I know...we'll play which one wants to live the most? Whoever speaks first gets to live! It was done in a mocking fashion, it was so very obvious to anyone who would have been a bystander that he had no intentions of letting anyone out of this room. Yet he knew the reaction it would have, he was too good at understanding people to not do so. His daughter would stare with uncertainty, and the broken hole on the floor would desperately try to get a few words out. Of course, he could not have her speaking first, that would ruin the game....and as his prisoner went to inhale and then start blurting out her begging words he denied her that option. His gloved hand clamped down on her mouth, covering it up as he tilted his head down towards her muffled pleas for mercy. Forgive me, what was that...I...I can't hear you. He frowned before looking back towards his girl. Sophie, honey, would you look at that...she tried to talk before you. That was rude for a guest in our house, don't you think? And...and she was going to just toss you to the wolf. Look how quickly loyalty disappears when your life is on the line. She wanted you to ...die . He hissed the last word before making a clucking noise of disapproval. Sophie, angel, nearby on the wall you'll find a nice big strap on cock to put on. I've seen the porn on your computer, don't act surprised, I know you understand them. Go put it on for me, hmm...you do want your new friend to live, so...you're going to have to fuck her. If you can make her cum, then...I'll let her go.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

His eyes literally widened as he saw his daughter's reaction. For the first time the man seemed surprised, truly surprised, and it shocked him to the core. Oh he had thought to himself that he would push this, perhaps test her, make her come to understand that she would be doing the right thing by becoming his fucktoy. That he could have broken her psyche, pushed her to grasp who and what she should be for him. He had in fact been thinking that he would just take his time and try to tear down his daughters walls and rebuild them again. Then she slapped the woman, slapped and cursed, and he swore he saw something inside of her that resembled him. As if he were looking in the mirror and saw his daughter's face staring back at him. What was it about that face that made him think that it was him? It was the eyes, that was it. Those eyes looked nothing like her mother's and everything like his. He licked his dry lips slowly, feeling a measure of trepidation and uncertainty. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He straightened and reached out to pat his girl's back, the first sign of approval he had given her in years in all honesty. He was not a man who happened to be physical with his affections. Was not a man who gave of himself easily. He was a sociopath, that was a given, but he was not a cruel man without reason. He had never had reason to be cruel to his young daughter, nor had he overly had reason to be kind, now though he shoulder her love as his hand patted her back and then touched her shoulder and gave a small squeeze. His body moved away, not even bothering to care about the young slut he left sitting on the floor. Oh, she was secondary and useless at this point, from this day forward everything was about his little girl and the woman she could become. His voice held a measure of his pride as he spoke. Go on, go on. Show her Sophie, make her regret trying to hurt you. Make her fucking pay... His voice trailed off as he watched his angel's downfall, taking a slow moment to sigh as if this was a religious experience for him. His stomach would have twisted had he morality, lacking one though he did the next best thing. He began to set up the camera. He moved around as his angel got to work, and as she worked he sat the laptop up and the lights. He set the microphone and adjust it all before tapping on the keyboard to bring up his files and his video capturing. He set it all to take in everything, to store every little motion of the next several hours of their work. For they would have several hours with this victim before it was time to discuss their future. Several hours of utter destruction of a lower lifeform, the only purpose that of taking out their combined hatred and sick desires. He felt his cock throb, for once not because of the pain he was inflicting but because he looked at his daughter and wanted her as a woman. True desire. He never would have experienced it without her. Make her cum, baby. Make that cunt cum for you.
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RE Guys, GUYS! guys... A totally original idea Not really Where are the races? Gary sue should be half demon, half angel.
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RE Guys, GUYS! guys... A totally original idea Not really Rainbow Party said Princess Pittooey said Where are the races? Gary sue should be half demon, half angel. Click to expand... It's a pretty early idea so I don't have everything planned out but this Anime World would take a lot of main stays. When it comes to races, I thought it would be funny to have at least 20 of the population be Nekos. Click to expand... Naturally, also don't forget your kitsune's. I think it's a pretty neat idea, I'd say if you're going this route make it as over the top as possible. I'd like to see more if you get around to it.
Thread: Girl looking for hot gangbang RP

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Thread: Girl looking for hot gangbang RP

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We started a prison gangbang role play a while back. Message me if you would be interested in starting that back up. You disappeared after the first day without any notice.
Thread: Real professional wrestling RP

Rumble Roses XXX Xbox 360 meets ultimate surrender and I'm in lol
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Madison Parker said Rumble Roses XXX Xbox 360 meets ultimate surrender and I'm in lol Click to expand... While a all Female wrestling league is something im not against...Im sorta not interested in ERP Just something i try to avoid x
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As much as I like kayfabe wrestling, there should be an option for people to hook up and have special matches. There's an audience who want to see that sort of thing if you catch my drift. You can have both type of matches, it can be wrestling after dark.
Thread: Sexy long term RP boy or Girl come fuck me please? 2 new ideas

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Thread: Literate & Angsty: Father x Daughter Incest

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Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Arya Culling packed up the rest of her medical instruments, placing them in the metal cabinet in her small office. It had originally been a storage room at Casper Main, but they'd shelled it out and pulled in a bed so that she could do her practice in peace. Luckily no one lay in the bed right now, the sheets cleaned and pressed. Arya was only doing an inventory check, something she did weekly to make sure nothing was missing or stolen. The 29 year old had joined the Ghosts roughly two years ago, after a stint in the middle east. The team needed medical support, and since she could aid them with her experience in field as well as her doctorate, she was drafted. It had been awkward at first, being the only woman on an all men team, but then Emberly joined. Finished with her inventory count, Arya moved into the main room, finding a seat on the old couch they'd pulled in for some form of comfortable seating and grabbing her clipboard and pen. There had been three gruesome deaths in the last month, and as much as she grieved her fallen team mates, there were still reports to do on each of them. Two of the reports were empty shells, nothing more then the general information on the fallen men since they their bodies were unrecoverable. The third one she still needed to fill in detail, the man having died in her office after she'd tried everything to save his life. Slowly she began writing out the report, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. The woman wore only her elbow length dark shirt and a pair of matching fatigues. Her bulletproof vest and M4 carbine issued by the army sat in her office while she was technically off duty, her combat boots tucked beside the couch as she curled her feet under her. Emberly Pearson picked a fleck of caked blood from under her nail, grimacing at it. No matter how many showers she had, there was always more blood on her skin. The 27 year old turned her head at the sound of footprints, seeing their leader step out of the cave and into the sunlight. Kicking her feet out in the air, 'Ember' sat along the edge of the rocks, staring down the mountain as she played with her radio, trying to catch a frequency. Hey, she nodded at him, turning back to the static coming from her radio, Derulo and Shrake's radio's are shot again sir. I get bits, but nothing clear. I came out here for better reception. Will need to look over their radios when they return. Em was the linguistics expert of the group, having joined them a year ago. She dealt with all their communications systems, as well as translated multiple languages for the group. The woman had her red hair tied back tightly so as no strands get stuck in her grey chest rig sitting over her navy blue short sleeved shirt. Wiping a sweat palm on her black combat pants, she smacked the side of the radio with her other hand. Stupid thing, her thoughts growled, sighing at it. This was the fifth time the two men's radios had failed on her, and it was growing annoying. Ember shifted, her M9 pistol digging into her thigh as her M4A1 carbine shifted on her back.
Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Katerina Silvika sat in the women's quarters, bouncing a ball off the wall. Six years...six years and now I'm stuck...here... Biting her lip, she tossed the ball harder, getting frustrated. She'd only been out of the cartel for a month now, and for that matter she'd only joined the Ghosts a ten days ago. None of them trusted her, which she expected, but completely ignoring her and refining her to the one room was plain rude. Jerks. If it had been her choice, she knew she would have chosen to stay in the cartel. At least there she had a soft bed and luxurious food. Sure their morals were awful, their exports illegal, and the head of it all some power hungry asshole. But at least there she was doing something, gathering intel and feeding it to her only source outside, the one man who had then recommended her to this position. Now she had nothing more than her pretty looks and worn tennis ball to keep her entertained. Should've demanded a hotel, she thought sullenly, All they need me for is information. I could stay in a nice hotel and still give them what they need. Not this bullshit. Bored, the 26 year old bounced to her pedicured feet, pulling on the pair of combat boots they'd given her over her leather black leggings. They want to wear their tacky army clothes, fine by me. As long as I don't have to wear the awful things. Clicking her glock into place in the secret pocket on the back of her bulletproof corset, she grabbed and sheathed her serrated knife then readjusted her blue loose shirt, before strolling out of the quarters. Sure she'd been given direct orders by Shrake, but she was thirsty.
Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Gah, I have to change the images Shrake raises an eyebrow at her. You realize I'm standing right here, you don't need to tune a frequency for me. He says with a chuckle. Al and Derulo are out right now, I have no clue what the hell they're doing, but I trust them more than I trust that Cartel girl.. Where is she, if you know? He asks her, sitting down next to her and making an attempt to help her with the radio, spinning one of the dials before shaking his head. At this point, it ain't the radio, this mountain is fucking us over. He says with a laugh, standing again and looking around them at the beautiful landscape. Funny thing, this team has been together for so long, and now we're here, I barely know anything about you, got a family, lover, whatever? He asks, looking down at her, his helmet almost falling off before he adjusts it and straps it on tighter, slapping the side of it as he does so. Derulo whoops as the helicopter speeds across the land, looking down at his feet and seeing the amazingly beautiful landscape stretched out before him, it was almost hard for the short man to believe this place was torn in half by Narco's. He spots Al jogging below him and he swoops down, gracefully landing and allowing the soldier to step into the helicopter before taking off again, flying back towards Casper. They arrived and landed in the makeshift helipad by the entrance, the two men jump out of the chopper and laugh loudly, high fiving eachother before grabbing their gear from the newly acquired helicopter, everything had gone exactly as they had planned. They both walk inside of the base, Shrake doesn't stop them as to give them a break, Derulo crashes on the couch next to Culling. Whatsup doc? He asks her, grabbing his MP7 from his neck strap before setting it down on the table, it is still fully loaded with the safety off. He smells like shit, having been the field for awhile, his uniform is covered in dust and dirt, plus some other things that were unrecognizable. He let's out a relieved sigh and puts his hands behind his head.
Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Al walks into the small room, closing the door behind him and crossing his arms as he looks at her, a small baggie hangs from his hand, full of food. He tosses it towards her. Enjoy. He says to the former Cartel member, watching her for a moment before turning to leave, swiping his card into the lockable door and opening it, not leaving yet in case she had anything to say. He was assigned to keep an eye on her, the room she was in was meant for holding POW's or men about to be interrogated, the team wanted to ensure that she wouldn't try to take the team out from the inside, but they left her her weapons of course, as the U.S. demanded that they did so, they did not grant her weapons back easily, but it happened eventually.