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Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

Harley watched as Batman activated the shower. Always full of surprises, she wondered what else this cell was concealing. After Batman left the room she stood up, pulling away the rest of her tight outfit and leaving it in a pile by the door. She stood under the shower and turned the water on, making it as hot as she could stand. The hot water ran over Harley's body, following the contours of her large, perky breasts and trailing down over her thighs and bubble butt. Her white face makeup started washing away, showing her pale, smooth skin beneath. Harley took her time, taking a long, relaxing shower, it had been a hard night for her after all. When she stepped out of the shower, she saw her clothes folded up on the bed, cleaned and dried, that butler sure worked fast. Next to them she saw the mannequin head. Harley crossed her arms and sneered at the lifeless item before putting her clothes on. Then, out of curiosity, she took the bat mask off the mannequin, holding it up over her face and looking at her reflection in the mirror with a smirk, before tossing the item aside. She then jumped on the bed, trying to get some more rest before Batman returned. ----- It didn't take long. Harley looked up as the door to her cell was opened. He could see the damage the man had taken, knowing it had been her ex lover, a fan of knives. But Harley was surprised to see Batman bringing in a table and chessboard with him, setting up the pieces, before handing her a small container containing the Joker's tooth, stained with blood. Harley smirked, I hope you hurt him good. She sat down opposite Batman You want to play chess? Gee you sure know how to show a girl a good time. She said sarcastically, but went along with Batman for now. She contemplated her move, not being much of a chess player, but suspecting there was more to this than a simple chess game, was he trying to psycho analyze her? How cliched. Harley leaned over the table, purposely giving Batman a clear view down her cleavage, before finally moving her piece. So how long are you going to keep me here Bats? There's better ways to ask a girl out on a date than keeping her in your basement you know.
Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

Making another piece move, his eyes trailed from the board to the cleavage, finally to her face. This is my alternative to Arkham, and you will be my experiment. I'm hoping eventually I can let you go, and you could work in Gotham as a citizen, not a criminal. He explained. He gestured to her chest, and the obvious attempt to show her off assets. Why do you do that? he asked. Show off your body in that way? Are you trying to impress me? Does it make you feel more confident, or just better about yourself? Or something else entirely? Are you in some way attracted to me, or do you want something to happen between us as a distraction for everything happening?
Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

Don't try to psycho-analyze me B man. She said angrily, moving another piece. What would you know about it anyway? You have no idea what I'm going through. The only man I loved tried to kill me. We were always trying to kill you, but even YOU care about me more than he did. How many times have you saved my life? Hell, you're probably the only one in the whole stinkin city who cares about me. Imagine that. The only man who cares about me is my worst enemy. How am I supposed to feel about that? Harley turned away, her tone growing sullen, But you're everything Mister J isn't. I don't know, maybe I do want to get with you, maybe just to hurt him. He always talked about you, even when we were alone. He was obsessed with you. He paid you more attention than he did me. Or maybe I just like you, who knows. Maybe I want to try something different. Maybe I'm just messing with you. Hmpph. She turned away from him and leaned back on the table. This game is stupid anyway. She tilted her head all the way back, looking up at Batman. So why don't we talk about your feelings? Why do you keep helping everyone that tries to hurt you? Why always so dark and brooding? What's with calling everything bat? You can tell me, I'm a trained psychologist remember.
Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

I hope that someday soon, you can learn to become independent. So much so that you don't need the Joker, or myself, to make you happy. Batman commented. She never completely answered him on why she had an interest with him, but he moved onward. We don't talk about my feelings since we don't need to. I'm completely sane, which is why I dress up as a bat every night and fight crime. a small smirk appeared on his lips, a light joke. There is nothing sane about committing crimes, which is why I target your feelings. I call everything 'bat' as that is my thing, just like how the Joker enjoys clown-related gadgets. The man answered. I want to see something... I will not move, unless you try to harm me or remove my mask. If you could have whatever you want, do it now. He offered. She could show him whatever she wanted, or even touch him however she liked. She could even get that kiss she requested earlier.
Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

Harley stared the Batman down as he made his proposal. At first she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. Why would he do this? What did the Bat hope to gain from letting Harley have what she wanted? She turned back around, her body facing Bruce now and looked him right in the eyes, trying to read him, but the stoic man gave no outside signals as to his intentions. He was calling Harley's bluff though, no doubt, to see if she would really kiss him, or more. Whatever I want hey? She bought a hand to his face, gently stroking down his strong jawline with a single finger. Even with the mask on she could tell he was handsome. She leaned in close, close enough to feel his warm breath as he exhaled. Harley didn't know what she wanted. Talk was easy, but now that she was given free reign, even she wasn't sure about what she really wanted. Her and the Batman? Was it even possible. Finally, after several moments of uncharacteristically silent contemplation she took the plunge, leaning in across the chessboard and pressing her lips against Bruce's. Her hand rested on the back of his neck as she kissed him for several seconds before pulling back. She'd never thought she'd be here, kissing her arch nemesis, but now here she was, and it wasn't too bad at all. She considered going further, seeing how far Batman would let her go, but didn't want to pus her luck just yet. Maybe she was just on the rebound, but for some reason she suddenly found herself wanting to earn Batman's trust, maybe even respect. Not that she'd ever admit it. Harley leaned her elbows on the table and cupping her head in her hands, looking up at Batman. Well there ya go, what does that tell you? Besides the fact that I'm a great kisser.
Thread: Who Needs a Robin When You Have a Harley? (Foxxy x RoleplayMaster)

Harley was silent, and for a moment, Bruce believed that she was stumped. But that proved to not be the case, as soon, he felt her lips against his own, her tongue searching his mouth as she held his head. It took a few moments, but before she pulled away, she would feel him respond slightly to it, as if he was enjoying it too. At the question, he pondered quietly before responding. It tells me that out of everything you could have done, you wanted me for some reason. You could have tried to escape, could have swore at me, attempted to kill me before I stopped you, but instead, you kissed me. It's... an interesting revelation. The Batman told her. Tasting his lips as he stood, he nodded to her in a farewell, before leaving the room. A few minutes later, Alfred returned, masked once again. In his hands was a plate of steak and chips, but no utensils, meaning she would need to use her hands. He still did not approve of her, so just like at lunch time, the food was carelessly dumped on her sheets, before he left the room. -- Hours later, when it likely would be close to bedtime for the woman, a note was slipped into her prison cell. It read As a reward for good behaviour, here is a bit of entertainment. Tap the following tiles on the row just above the bed, on the wall 3, 5, 3, 2, 5, 1. The tiles on the wall were the same as the rest on the wall, with no discernible difference between the rest of the tiles. But if the tiles were pressed in that order, a compartment would open, revealing a bunch of random sex toys. He knew she had urges, and he would not watch while she had her release. But he knew she needed that release, if she was to stay content.
Thread: [WB] dhole world ideas?

heeeelllllooooooo c so, i love animals. one of my favorites are dholes, which i don't think get enough love. to promote these magnificent creatures, i am planning on writing a story based around them. but, there's a bit of a problem i haven't addressed. the world. i really need some help! i want the dholes to have a society similar to the one in the 'warriors' series, but i don't want to be shamelessly ripping the series off. the story will take place in the wilds of southeast asia, where the dholes compete with tigers and humans. now, in real life, dholes don't have a rigid social structure, so ranks won't be a problem. but everything else i am in dire need of assistance with. thanks! -tech. Last edited by a moderator Sep 23, 2022
Thread: [WB] dhole world ideas?

We talkin' about HP Lovecraft's dholes?
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

In the early 1750s, in the era of technological devolopment and legal slave trading Lancelot Jason, 27 years old Was The wealthy son of an inventor always all over the map looking for new experiences. With his money he believes he was on top of the world. And without any pesky parents around he always filled his desires for women. His father doesn't know it, but he has purchased several slaves from around the world for labor, cooking, and to fulfill his lusty desires. He could never get enough of it. Whiles traveling he comes across a brand new slave auction to buy a new sex object. Hmmf Hope I'm not too Late for the best buy. He thinks to himself, completely unaware that he should have arrived an hour earlier.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary was standing up starring at the floor, the day had played thru her head many times. The morning was breaksfast on the beach with the mistress, then the day trip had began. She had shown Mary legal papers for her adoption when they stopped for lunch, the master hadn't agreed but he would come to like the idea. Mary's world got turned upside down when the carriage at night fall. The mistress was killed by the impact and Mary was pinned in the wreckage screaming for her mistress even as her skin began to burn from the oil from the lamps on the side. She had been rushed to the nearest auction and her wounds packed with healing herbs. Without pain killers the pain caused so much agony. She had bit into her lip to stop the pain from reaching a screaming agony mess. Her mistress was gone, her life had been completely transformed. The agony she felt was nothing compared to the emptiness in her heart. Her tears had kept flowing so hard she was surprised she could still be awake. The pain kept her from sleeping as the auction house was winding down. She was in the corner with new slaves who had just arrived as they waited to be processed in for sale. There was a blanket over her cage which made matters worse. She had heard of these places but had never been here. Chains had been looped thru the top, Marys hands were put into iron shackles effortlessly. The wounds were on her shoulders, neck and back. She kept the mistress close in her mind as she heard screams of pain, people moaning from sex. Masters could test out males or females before purchase. Mary looked like an empty shell too shell shocked for reality to sink in.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

As Lance makes his way into the auction house, he gets himself a glass of champagne and walks around, meeting seclveral wealthy men and women all after the same thing he was. He felt a bit agitated knowing that he had an entire bidding war on his hands. As he walked through the ball room, his ears perked to a sound he was all too familiar with. The Moaning of women who are lbeing treated as sex toys. He smirks devilishly With the thought of purchasing the best women they have on sale. As the auction was about to start the auction owner has sent all his men to get the women ready. He ordered them to blindfold all the women backstage. This even included the young girl with the severe Burns on her shoulders and back. Of course she was something special to the auction owner as he orders his men to be gentle with her on the burns and make sure that she was covered in an ontment, treating her before the auction started.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary had been taken from her cage, her burns had been treated and wrapped, still no pain killers. Tears streamed down her face for her dead mistress and the place she had ended up. The auction house, she had heard about it but never been. In a position she never wanted to be. She was blindfolded, taken in a row of woman and felt warm, naked and on a stage. She felt a wooden floor beneath her feet, the crying of other men and woman as the numbers were started. She heard the chains of other slaves being taken away. She thought she was the last person to be auctioned off. Being damaged goods she wasn't sip irises when no calls came when the bidding started, just silence, errie silience. She didn't care, her life had ended when her mistress was killed earlier in the day. Was the master upset? She wondered as the silience continued. The auctioneer went so low in price then stopped talking. That couldn't had been the right thing to happen. Not that it mattered to Mary as the chains started to be unhooked from the floor. The men said nothing as they worked, one of the men bumped her leg that was burned. It gave out at the pain and she fell to the floor crying out withering. She was damaged goods.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

With each number that ran by through the auctioneer's lips, Lance watched several gorgeous women come and go from the stage. Each one blindfolded, chained up and nude. It was like he entered another one of his Bondage fantasies. He smiled at them all and was unrecognizably erected. As horny as he was, he new how to control his urges. He wouldn't just buy any woman off the shelf. He nlknew class when he saw it. As the stock was running low, one of the final products showed up. The auctioneer describes this elegant looking body as a fairly used slave, still young, but with some damages. Being a very experienced bidder he knows that whenever the word damage is in the rsum of the product, things will go dark, and it will be discarded like bones from Thanksgiving dinner. He focuses hard on this woman. Noticing the severe burns on several body parts. At least all the parts that counted were intact. When she then breaks down crying on stage, everyon started laughing, making the auctioneer look like a complete moron. Enraged he gets his men to remove this destroyed piece of meat off the stage and throw her back in the cage. After that fiasxo concluded, Lance thought to himself what will happen if no-one buys her? What'll happen to her lllooking like that? She won't stand a chance out there.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary was taken off stage and put back in her cage, the blanket was put back over to hide she wasn't bought. She sobbed from the pain she felt and gently curled into a ball. The auctioneer was just outside the cage deciding what to do. The care it would take to keep her would a huge cost to the auction house, her previous owner didn't want her anymore. The auctioneer had decided to end her life as a result of her not being sold and was damaged goods. She was taken from the cage and taken towards the back of the auction. The chains rattled as she walked, she was taken deeper and deeper into the auction. The pain in her limbs kept her from walking fast. Looking around the rooms with slaves being used or beaten, hosed down or chained to walls. She noticed one of the men to her right had a gun drawn finger on the trigger. She was going to killed because she wasn't sold. She let the tears flow and couldn't wait to be reunited with her mistress. The back door was kept open as the men filed out and Mary was put up against a wall and a gun put to her head. She looked at the man with dead eyes who looked sad he was about to end a life.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

As the auction was finally coming to an end, Lance was feeling a bit enraged that he couldn't make a perfect score. Ugh, what a rip-off! He says to himself sipping his champagne. But this was Lancelot JASON, and this man refuses to leave empty handed. He rushed his way backstage to have a little word with The Auctioneer. He was a man of his own reputation. And people know what he's capable of. Not murder, not blackmail, but torture. In desperation, the auctioneer took Lance to the Rejects room. The chains and wailing were nothing more than peculiar to him. As they reach the 3rd door in the hallway, Lance pauses to notice the burned woman from before. He bardges into the room with the auctioneer, where he orders the gunman to drop the weapon. She's the one. He says sternly. The man walks away from the girl and Lance walks to her and takes a nice long look at her face. So young, so innocent and yet so delectably gorgeous. I'll pay 1200 for this one. She needs a little... Attention. The auctioneer nodded in agreement and set the woman free with her brand new master as he gives the auctioneer a pouch of coins.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary looked at the gun, pressed her head against it closing her eyes waiting for her life to end. The other slaves in the room were sobbing but she was at peace with death. She thought of what her life would have been if the wreck didn't happen. She would be a person not a slave. She heard talking and tuned it out but the gun had been pulled away from her head. Opening her eyes she looked at her surroundings and saw a man with a bag of coins. She looked at her leaving this world and knew the chains were going to keep her from grabbing the gun. The man was looking her over and she wanted to cover herself. She was a virgin but no one knew it. She saw the auctioneer who looked shocked at the man. She say that he liked how she looked, her face had been spared the burns. She looked him in the eyes as he did her. She was led from the room and cleaned up. Her wounds were still bandaged and shackles still on. She was taken to a waiting area where she guessed the man would be after paperwork. She was shocked, her life would have ended. She would be with her mistress if he hadn't stopped the shooting. She felt anger and sadness fill her whole body. She saw the door open on the other side of the room and she waited. In a kneeling position her hands chained to the floor. She looked at the men with rifles wanting them to shoot her. She lowered her head feeling exhausted from the day, just wanting the pain and life to stop. sorry I can't reply much, working.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

No Worries, I understand completely As he finishes the documents, Lanc leaves the room and orders the riflemen bring the girl to the carriage. He does notice the pain and sorrow in her eyes, though he couldn't understand why. Didn't he spare her a horrible death? Isn't she happy to have escaped with her life? Well whatever the case, iyt wasn't important to him as he believed she would thank him soon enough. The men loaded the girl into the carriage, seating her just across from Lance. As the door shuts, he orders the driver to take them to the Jason's Estate. Along their trip, Lance would have his eyes focused on the girl. His eyes browsing from one part of her to another. With a smile he, his first sentence to hias new servant escapes his lips. So, my darling. Tell me if your name is as pretty as your little face. He says stroking his hand across her cheek.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary was taken from the room, and led out of the auction to a carriage. She was put inside and huddled close to the corner. She looked out of the carriage at the street. Full of people, vendors and business men. She looked down at the floor as the man who bought her entered. She tried to ignore the burns, the tears in her eyes and the entire world around her. She winced when the man touched her and pulled away. Mistress named me Mary, she's dead so call me what you want. She said flatly to him and didn't recognize her own voice.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Stroking his hand across her cheek lower down to her neck, he smirked to her and played back into his seat. Mary, huh? Hmm... He pours himself a glass of Scotch as he debates on changing or keeping her name. But he doesn't let that bother him for the moment. As they pulled up to a big white mansion, Lance hauls his new slave out of the carriage to take her inside. Her wincing needed to end if he was going to get anything done with her. As they approach the front door, its automatically opened by another woman in a maids uniform. Lance thanks this woman with a smooch aslnd brings his new woman inside. He introduces Mary to his other 16 slaves inside the the house. All of them were females from all over the globe. Some from Brazil, Spain, Sweden, India and Japan. Lance calls upon his top servant, Luna. A slave who's been nothing short of faithful to him for several years. He orders Luna to take the new girl upstairs to treat her wounds with a dosage of pain killers and burn ointments. It was perfectly obvious that he was planning something devious while she was away.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Mary kept back the urge to bite him when he touched her again. She bit her lip trying not to break down and cry for her mistress. A distraction came when gates were opened and she was looking at the mansion. Mary got out of the carriage and looked at the house then followed reluctantly inside. She was almost shocked when she saw the naked woman everywhere. She stood firmly where she was as she looked at so many different faces. Mary looked at Luna a moment then followed the girl upstairs, she needed pain killers for the pain then she had to get out of here. She didn't see collars on the other slaves and knew escape was going to be simple.
Thread: What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

As Luna finished treating her wounds, she looked at Mary, smiling broadly to her and telling her that she's really luck about 2 things. 1 being alive. And 2 being blessed to serve the master. Before leaving the room, Luna presents Mary with her new uniform. It was just like all the other slaves' uniforms. A black corset to reveal a descent amount of breasts, fishnet stockings as to a kink for the master and a super short skirt to reveal all of her ass and vagina. Luna tells her that they shouldn't keep the master waiting any longer. She helps Mary dress up and takes her downstairs to the master. As they reach the bottom floor, the watch as the Spanish slave has her head between Lance's legs. With a devilish smirk, he watches her bop her head up and down with his sole length erected from his pants and in her mouth. A busy day does deserve a little treat, after all.