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Thread: Masterxslave(forsaken/Demorica)

Hearing him she glared up at him, she had been there no longer than a week, very new, but the mistresses tired of her and the way she fought them. Once he grasped her breast her tail which was out of sight whipped back and forth, her white cat ears barely visible under her hair as she stood there, but it was clear she was no human girl either. So as he mentioned her doing this the hard way or easy way she shrugged her shoulders, Depends, are you going to be cruel to me right away and treat me horrible, or will you tell me the rules before beating me for breaking one on accident? She hissed, her voice soft, sweet and so beautiful, matching the rest of her. Once he took hold of her and lift her into his arms she gave a growl of protest struggling against him as he carried her, I will not be like those nasty whores at your feet, they are nothing but brainless whores that are not even fit to call themselves women any longer, I will not be like them, they disgust me and they do not respect you, they fear you, that is the only respect they have, they don't trust you as we should. She snapped as she tried to get out of his arms. I will not be like those horrible little sluts at your feet, licking your boot like a beat dog, cowering when you flex your hand for fear of being beaten, they will never respect, care, or love you ever, the only reason they give you anything you want is from fear, it is all false and forced because of how terrified of you they are, they are not real pets, they are broken, like a beaten puppy, it just cowers, and does not love the owner, however you have broken them has ruined them, they are not as other slaves are, they are not companions, they are worse than a brothel whore. She argued as she knew that would be a blow to their pride if not maybe raise a few questions in their minds as well as show him she was not wanting to be like them, and to make her one of them would only ruin what she could be if he treated her right.
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Hey, happy fuckin' birthday, TheLonelyIsland. Welcome to your nineteenth year.
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Happy birthday, sweetie! I hope your day is an amazing one! You deserve it! 3
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Happy Birthday, JK, for your birthday I freely admit your penis is much bigger than mine!
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

ISLAND MY DARLING Happy Birthday. 3 gives cake
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Happy Birthday JK. I hope it's a wonderful day for you!
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

JK! Happy birthday dear! I hope that you have the best day ever. Ever....... EVER!
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Happy birthday
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Happy Birthday amongst other things to you
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

Been awhile since I spoke it, so forgive the flaws in advance lass. Joyeux anniversaire mon petit. Puissiez-vous vivre jusqu' 100 ans, avec une anne supplmentaire pour se repentir.
Thread: Happy Birthday JK!

FUCK YEAH, I survive 19 years. Sweeet. I'm happy to see this though! 3 Thanks you guys. Haha sorry for just seeing this, but it's such a nice surprise I actually meeped. .' Love ya! -snuggleluffs for everyone- Gray You're too funny... I have no sins to repent for... -coughs- Tako Cake... This sugary day is awesome. 3 -loves on her- Disco o.o ... Ever-ever? Like, so beast and the best day that I'll never have another beast birthday again? o.o PP Of course it is. It always has! Hehe. DA Thank you. I also have to say that I appreciate you listening to me, and to everyone on here. You kinda take care of the site in more ways than one. Not trying to sound too Pollyanna, but you really do! P ZG By welcome, surely you do not mean that the hazing begins as well? Zal and Hahvy I don't talk to you too much, but I would like to say thank you Hahvy, you too!! Dare It was a wonderful day for me! 'Cause, y'know, the whole nation had a day off in my honor. P I know it all looks cheesy but I just felt like I should respond to each of you individually You all are great!
Thread: The angel you are not -- Mireille & Drunken Saint

It was an evening like any other for Artemis when she woke up, aside from the fact that her head was pounding headache that was only worsened when she soured her stomach downing some aspirins with a glass of grapefruit juice. While she strongly believed in home remedies when it came to these types of things, she was in a hurry and didnt have the patience to throw together an herbal tea to sooth the throbbing ache behind her clear grey eyes. She had a mission to do, and she had only just fallen asleep after the sun had arced high over her house, so she assumed that she had managed to gather at least four hours of sleep before her nightly rendezvous with the undead. She armed herself to the teeth with a gun specially loaded with bullets filled with her own blood drawn the day before and a knife that could be discreetly tucked into various places along her form, which tonight was within one of her tall black boots that laced up to her knee, and a few other essentials for the task she had in mind tonight. She was petite, with skin lily white and an angelic face that didnt look the type to have a deadly agenda such as her own. She was dressed simply in dark jeans crammed into her boots and a tank top with a jacket zipped over it to conceal the gun in its holster and to hold the spare cartridges that looked bulky tucked in the pockets. She checked the protective wards before leaving, making sure to give an extra prayer or two as she reached the bottom of the stairs and another when she was just outside the apartment building for good measure. Her hair was long and pale blond and stick straight but she had dyed it several years ago an inky black and kept it that way, thinking it lent her a more serious look and banished some of that little girl innocence she seemed to radiate when she was younger. She had picked up a few tips last night on a suspected vampire who frequented the bar across town. He was known for being a heavy drinker and had been diminished down into a pathetic state she thought she could handle on her own, because killing a bloodsucker was a lot easier than trying to catch one. With one last anxious glance over her shoulder, Artemis hiked out into the city to catch herself a fanged fiend.
Thread: The angel you are not -- Mireille & Drunken Saint

Artemiss aura would normally be a beacon of sorts to her natural born nemesis, but she had cloaked herself as carefully as she could before she had gone to bed the night before. She had also done a few other things she normally wouldnt have bothered with, such as scenting herself with perfume and dabbing a bit of make-up on her face to appear more attractive. She was going to have to play a mysterious, seductive woman and wanted to look the part in hopes that it would make-up for her real lack of charm. Her jeans clung to her curves as deliciously as possible, but the jacket really took away from the whole affect. She moved with confidence through the throngs of men clustered around the bar, flirting her eyes up at them as she went, weaving between them almost brusquely in her determination. Her eyes had fallen on him the moment she came in and swept her gaze about the room, but she had to be sure. But surely she couldnt be mistaken, because there was only one groveling pathetic drunk in the whole place who even looked remotely like he could have at one point been immortal, and was so shit-faced he was impossibly hard not to notice. She skirted a few tables, directly moving across the actual vampires line of sight, as she circled the individual who she assumed to be her target. Artemis was watching him with eyes that were more deadly than they were bedroom eyes, her lithe form tense with uncertainty. Dammit! she thought to herself, cursing her inability to be sure of his identity. She desired the Sight now more than ever and the guarantee that it promised, because she was helpless to spare her soul the sin of killing the innocent until it was hers. What if this really was just some drunken young man? As if to answer her question, the drunk individual let out a great belch and passed out on the floor, only to be retrieved by a nearby band of regulars who seemed to know him intimately. When they babbled about his family, Artemiss features fell visibly. If it wasnt him, then who . . . ?
Thread: The angel you are not -- Mireille & Drunken Saint

mireille said Artemiss aura would normally be a beacon of sorts to her natural born nemesis, but she had cloaked herself as carefully as she could before she had gone to bed the night before. She had also done a few other things she normally wouldnt have bothered with, such as scenting herself with perfume and dabbing a bit of make-up on her face to appear more attractive. She was going to have to play a mysterious, seductive woman and wanted to look the part in hopes that it would make-up for her real lack of charm. Her jeans clung to her curves as deliciously as possible, but the jacket really took away from the whole affect. She moved with confidence through the throngs of men clustered around the bar, flirting her eyes up at them as she went, weaving between them almost brusquely in her determination. Her eyes had fallen on him the moment she came in and swept her gaze about the room, but she had to be sure. But surely she couldnt be mistaken, because there was only one groveling pathetic drunk in the whole place who even looked remotely like he could have at one point been immortal, and was so shit-faced he was impossibly hard not to notice. She skirted a few tables, directly moving across the actual vampires line of sight, as she circled the individual who she assumed to be her target. Artemis was watching him with eyes that were more deadly than they were bedroom eyes, her lithe form tense with uncertainty. Dammit! she thought to herself, cursing her inability to be sure of his identity. She desired the Sight now more than ever and the guarantee that it promised, because she was helpless to spare her soul the sin of killing the innocent until it was hers. What if this really was just some drunken young man? As if to answer her question, the drunk individual let out a great belch and passed out on the floor, only to be retrieved by a nearby band of regulars who seemed to know him intimately. When they babbled about his family, Artemiss features fell visibly. If it wasnt him, then who . . . ? Click to expand... Xander chuckled softly to his self as he watched the woman walk in. He had instantly pegged her as out of place, and they way she carried her self across the bar screamed hatred, not lust. He watched as her righteous anger fall to doubt and despair as she quickly found out he was not the man she was looking for. He spoke softly but used on of the powers of the night that was at his disposal to make his words reach her ears as if he was standing beside her. I am sorry for the bait. I wished to size you up before presenting myself to you. I am here on behalf of the Council, to barter a peace between you and my kin.... Would you be willing to meet face to face with me under oath of your powers not to try to kill me until after we are done talking? His voice was a smooth as fresh silk on skin as it hit high and low notes that would stir something within her, if she had not completely walled of her human needs.
Thread: The angel you are not -- Mireille & Drunken Saint

The raven haired woman froze when the icy whisper broke into her confused thoughts, causing her to immediately steel herself against the warm tide of lusty desire the voice caused to wash over her. Despite how repulsed she was by the mere notion of being intimately involved with a vampire, she was still human. It was as though a sleeping animal inside her was being gently awakened, and she immediately attempted to put it from her mind by centering herself with a brief mental prayer. It was like she was being influenced in some way and she was aware that vampires were programmed to be predatory, and were equipped in a multitude of ways to properly lure and capture unsuspecting humans. She was immediately indignant because of this she was not some unsuspecting teenage girl who was going to fall head over heels for his sneaky vampire tricks. She wildly sought with her eyes churning stormily with different dark shades of purple and gray to seek out the perpetrator and her opponent. She had been duped, allowed herself to be tricked by this vampire, following up on a rumor he had obviously planted. And who was to say that this wasnt another scheme to lure her into a situation where she could be more easily killed? She knew she had managed to attract some attention in the underworld with her wild hunting antics, but she had managed this long because she was careful. Then again, she could be just as easily dealt with right now, while she was clueless as to whom her enemy was. The bar was crowded and dark, and it honestly would probably be a lot easier to deal with her now. So despite her better judgment, the witch gritted her teeth and frowned. I give my word, she said quietly, sure that he would hear it, her face lowered slightly so that her mouth was concealed by the collar of the jacket she had pulled tightly around herself. She was taking a gamble, but she could better defend herself if she knew who her enemy was. And she had to admit, she was curious about the council and what sort of proposition he had for her. If only she had the Sight she could pick the bastard out right now and off him, she thought, heaving a tremulous sigh.
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Question do you play futas? If so, I am very interested!
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

shameless self bump
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

had you received my last pm?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Bumping yourself in public is so much fun, isnt it?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Anyone wanna Bump me?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Do I have to beg to get someone to Bump me?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Kushiel said Do I have to beg to get someone to Bump me? Click to expand... I'll bump ya, if you're willing to do a RP.
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Oh, I'd like to bump with you. I'm interested in a roleplay of the Futafemale nature, though I'd be willing to meet that futafuta craving if you like. I'm very much into smut-stories, so I think we could have a nice time together. I enjoy the school scene prep school, in particular, but I'm also a big fan of video games, anime, and movies. I've been looking for a Fable based roleplay in particular, Fable III with a Queenservant scenario, but that's just one idea. PM me if you're interested in beginning something. D
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Appologies to everyone that I've been RPing with, or even just discussing RPs with. I ended up catching pneumonia and have just today discovered the energy to actually type coherent words. I promise, I will be catching up on posts either today or tomorrow. As well as replying to the new requests and ideas I've gotten over the past few days that I didnt really have the brain power to respond to. Besides... letting you all know like this is almost as good as a free Bump
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

I do so enjoy Bumping myself in public!
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Somehow I managed to slip onto the second page, even with all of my self Bumping
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

bumping on messengers now
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Bump me?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Would you like to do a futa teacher x male student with me ?
Thread: Futas futas everywhere... please?

Hey, would love to do either a BrothserSister or a school setting MFunta RP with you.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

Eric Jones was walking through a slave market, looking for someone to suit his needs. He lost his wife in a car crash, and this was his last resort. He looked at a young lady with dark skin, and Eric decided to buy her for 10 grand. He hoped this would be good. His blond, spiky hair stood still as he took her home with him, and when they got in, he said Tell me your name, so I don't feel that we're total strangers, so we can get down to business. He had a slight English accent, and his blue eyes looked her down, already imagining her undressed. if this is too short, I apologize. I also suck at making intros
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

Amaya was stole from her home some days before. She had tried many times to escape but failed. Her looks uman,pretty, thin athletic body, Dark Blue eyes, Black long hair,165cm 5' 4...52kg114.6 pounds. She was wearing a torn black dress that would make her cleavage look sexy and reviling her 32B size breast. She looked at him as her eyes looked angry at him. I am amaya... she said to him while she was backing away from him.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

Eric then said I am Eric Jones. You hopefully will serve me well, and maybe I'll return the favor. Now.. seduce me. As he stripped the both of them down, he said If you do as you say, I will let you go, but only if... you marry me... His member was pretty long and hard, and was waiting for something good.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

Amaya looked at him as his words made no sense to her. She looked at him thinking 'how will I escape this. Of course she would not seduce and neither wanted she to marry him. She looked at him strange as he got her naked. She looked at his had member as she winged at him and tried to escape. So she started running to save herself.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

He then tackled her to the ground and said If you become my bride, you will be free. Until then, there's no escape. I own you, because you are nothing but a slave. Obey me, and we'll be lovers. Luckily, the door was locked. He then felt her body, and whispered I never wanted it to come down to this., groping her tits, spanking her ass, and making out with his tongue in her mouth. He proceeded to make sweet love to her pussy, and if she resisted, he fuck her hard and fast, and cum A LOT.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

Amaya tried to escape but she ended up in the ground. Her body crashed suddenly in down feeling him above her. She looked at him still mad There is no way, I'm going to be your bride she yelled as she felt his strong hands grabbing her tits tightly and spanking her ass. ahhhh!oooohhh!no stopped she was trying to escape he penetrate her tight pussy hole starting fucking her. ahhhh! oohhh! no pls let me go she was fighting back trying to escape from this slavery.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

He paused and said I could sell you to somebody else much worse than I. I'm probably the nicest master you'll ever meet.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

But amaya wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying she could feel him in her tight pussy as she tried to escape moving her body and starching his scene. As she was under his body.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

He then got up and rushed to bind and gag her, and try to make her obey him by fondling and raping her until he felt like stopping.
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

You're online, right?
Thread: Yet another master X slave (amaya, get over here!)

I don't really remember if I had informed you, but I'm not no longer interested in this Rp. So Sorry about that but I don't like the way it turns, so thanks for you time, and sorry ending that like that but I cannot cooperate in this story nor I'm interested in a other Rp. And I would be glad if you could remove what is in the Brackets, thanks.
Thread: the burning love of a dragon (chief and amaya) [close]

the burning love of a dragon a kingdom have been terrorize by a dragon known as Jarmor that live in a cave not far from the castle, Jarmor ask the king to give him the most beautiful maiden of his kingdom to be his wife and in return he would stop his assaults on his kingdom, but the king was about one of his maids who have the beauty of what the dragon requested. however the princess didn't want the young maiden to have her live her lives as Jarmor's wife, so she made a plan to take her place when the soldiers would escort her to cave entrance.
Thread: the burning love of a dragon (chief and amaya) [close]

RE the burning love of a dragon chief and amaya The young princess Amaya had secretly spoken with the maiden to change their place. She waited till the soldiers got away from the cave entrance and appeared before the young maiden before the dragon did. I'm here now she said in a low voice run and don't speak with any one about this. The princess stand in the entrance not knowing exactly what she would met there. She was wearing a black long dress with a low cut reviling some of her 32b size breasts. The upper part of the dress was tight giving her breast a firm form, as she wasn't wearing a bra. The low part was loose as it was touching the ground. She looked cute, young and sexy. Her smell was fresh and clean she could make everyone feel good around her.
Thread: the burning love of a dragon (chief and amaya) [close]

RE the burning love of a dragon chief and amaya Jarmor could hear horses outside is cave he quickly sniff the air. He could smell three humans and three horses as well as a faint smell of another human, two of them were soldiers since he can smell the metal of their armor if not their terrible odor, the other human was a maid as he could easily smell the scent of food that remain on her. Jarmor waited for the soldiers to leave before he would go outside, he stood on his feet as he waited with his massive wings wrapped around his body like a cloak. He started to walk toward the cave exit after noticing the soldiers scent were gone, but he stopped as the faint scent of the other human became stronger and the fourth human smell as made up of a lovely scent of several different flowers which tells him that it was another woman. 'is the king trying give me two wives or is the other woman somehow related to the maid, hmm...look like my second guess was right' thought Jarmor as he notice the maid scent was weakening. 'What a noble thing to do taking someone elses place' Jarthought he then continue to the exit. when he reach the cave entrance, he look down to see a cloak woman standing before him. He could tell that she was young perhap 18 year old, she stand at 5'4 while he stand at 6'8 he red scales glow form the rays of the setting sun. 'She a very beautiful girl for her age' thought jarmor as he reach down and slowly lifted the girl hood over her head in order for him to see her face, he stare in awe as he look upon the girl lovely ruby red eyes and her smooth black hair. 'Her eyes reminded me to much of my mother, just staring at them could tell me that she might have the same personality that my mother have smart and naive' jarmor thought about this as he stood aside and wave his left hand toward the cave entrance signaling her go in.
Thread: the burning love of a dragon (chief and amaya) [close]

RE the burning love of a dragon chief and amaya Amaya was waiting the entrance still as she heard some noise, she understood that the dragon was close. She raised her head looking at the dragon he looked tall and big, it was her first time she was so close with such a creature. But beyond its size it looked clean and beautiful in a way. She felt her body around his hands as she picked up to see her face. She got scared as she could sense his power and strength. But she had choose this so she couldn't back up now. Beyond her fear she looked at him and as it let her down she slowly walked inside the cave. She was walking as the wind was waving her long black hair and her body was moving so sexy and hot. She looked around trying to see what was inside the cave that she would spend for many years.