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Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

It was a haze after that. A sluggish walk that quickly had her found by those of her employ and then rushed away before others could see her covered in wine and tousled. The full scope of the encounter hadn't fully hit her until she was home in her penthouse- until she tried to take the wretched garment off. The skirt came free and like her shoes were tossed in the trash, but the corset wouldn't be moved. It had really happened. He had nearly suffocated her with the fabric somehow. In a near violent rage she had tried everything to get it off. She had pulled, tugged, and even cut at the corset, but the fabric would not even be worn or tattered. At one point she had prepared herself firmly to burn it off. She had the money to repair the damages it would do to her body, she might even come out looking better by the end and the pain killers might help her forget the complete humiliation of her encounter. She had filled the tub with cool water and taken a lighter to the corset as she stood beside it, ready to cast herself in once it had been burned away- but the fabric wouldn't lite. Of course not. Rene had screamed wrathfully but when the energy was spent she found herself without options. She could always pick up the phone and call someone, tell them what had happened and order them to fix it. But she didn't. She showered in her corset, the wine rinsing away clean like the water itself that never quite soaked in. Even then, she couldn't help but marvel at the perfect of the garment, as much as she hated it. When her phone rang that night she was sitting in her living room in a silk robe, panties, and a demonic corset. She lifted the receiver to her ear and spoke before he could. Get it off of me, or I'll have you killed.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

He had been reclined into his leather for a while now, enjoying another glass of what he had left on the stand to talk to her, educate her. They had not particularly liked that he opted to duck out of the party early, but they knew better than to upset him by now. Perhaps he couldn't threaten the highest of them with violence yet, but that didn't mean they weren't under his thumb. He could still procrastinate, or 'fail' to produce the results they wanted. The phone in his hand knew its destination when he pressed the green square. She didn't let it ring many times. She had healed somewhat, he could hear. What had she done when she realized she couldn't get it off? Her anger was enticing, challenging. You've had a lot of expensive education, Rene, and still you don't know when to be sweet. He noted as the lowered the window on his side, peering up at the building that housed her. The very top. Didn't matter. She could be on the other side of the world and it would still obey his smallest suggestion. But since you're the daughter of a friend I am going to teach you one more time. Silence after termination of the call. Silence in the elevator. Her prison of cloth would constrict again, stiffening and bending to push at a very critical point. Did she still harbor all that wine? He knocked at the door softly. Somehow he imagined she'd hear. Black eyes served up to greet her.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

She had only just hung up the phone, standing to pace when the corset squeezed her again. Rene parted her lips to scream but the air cut off too quickly, hitching in her throat as her knees buckled. She grabbed at the arm of the couch with one hand and with the other clawed at her belly. It seemed tighter against her abdomen this time, pressing her stomach. Her thighs trembled, her knees pressing into the carpet. No. She wheezed miserably. The corset squeezed her middle until finally something had to give. Her eyes widened in shock as warmth spread down the inside of her thighs, her own piss soaking her panties.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

He opened the door after having realized she wouldn't be coming. Her lock was state of the art, which meant it took him a few moments extra. The light was pretty in here, as if it was still daylight outside. The open spaces soon lead him to where she was, distressful and thrown on the floor, again wet with what he had done to her. His lips parted when his jaw lowered. Getting closer, button after button relented it's hold on his jacket. It lay in his wake when he stood by her and her small puddle. He could have lived off her expression, the sharpness of his features eternal as he declared his position simply by standing while she sat. While being beautiful in her defeat she also signified another one of his victories. His weapon had worked. The pants he wore were feeling so much like a restrain he was sure either the seams or his cock itself would break. Shirt to the floor, black eyes draping her body. She wore it under her robe. His skin took on the lighting of her home well. He'd spent very few hours outside as a child, and even fewer when he made his war inside laboratories as a grown man. She was his fruit. A particularly cruel command and the thing around her hardened, pushed more against her flesh, compressing her inner where she sat. He could make it cleave her parts of him wanted it, to see her in two halves, bathed in blood and piss. A hand extended down, waving upward. He could make it worse for her, if she disobeyed.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

She gasped at pitifully shallow swallows of air, looking up at the movement of his fingers directing her to rise from where she sat slumped on the floor. She shook but reached with arms to claw at the arm the couch beside her in order to pull herself to her knees again. Her eyes were turning red and her cheeks the same. She couldn't breathe and her ribs were straining against the corset, bruising with every shift and stretch she made to obey his random will.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

He let it be as it had been on the floor, deciding against increasing the punishment. With effort of her body, nearly breaking now, she found herself erected eventually. The robe came untied by a swift pull she stood there, never allowing for the thought that she might say anything to stop him. Parting the moist rope and then the sides of her garment he let her cover slide off her shoulders. Her darkened panties accentuated and revealed her small slit and the firm bulges that it consisted of. He was ready to slap her hands away if they'd come up to cover her breasts. Beautiful. Marks were starting to form on the skin above the corsets lining. Marvelous. But he enjoyed the deep curves inward just above where her hipbone should be the most. If he wanted to he could make her waist so small those curves met at the middle of her body. Still, he didn't tell the garment to do what. This would be her knew shape, her everyday form. I could squeeze your insides out your mouth. he said, mesmerized by his own power as he slid a finger over her throat and collarbone, watching her trembling breast perk as his fingerprint cut over the nipple. But I won't. His hand slid down her stomach, where her new shackles covered her skin. That cloth always reacted fondly to his touch, the warmth transferring onto her own nerves. Descending further, the belly of his longest finger pressed her wet underwear up the cleave of her cunt, rubbing against the clit. Instead I'll reshape you, mind and body. He stated darkly, nodding for the hill jutting out from his hips under his pants. You're beautiful. But I'll make you perfect. He promised, as if it was the greatest honor anyone could receive.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

Between the labor to breathe and now the gasps and mewling excitement at his touch, it seemed her lips never had the chance to close. Her fingers coiled in the front of his shirt, wanting to push him away but found herself using him as a means to stay standing. Her body shuddered, her hips involuntarily rocking against his hand. She wanted desperately to tell herself that it was in the attempt to get away, but it would have been a pitiful lie. Her body leaned into his, breasts rubbing against his chest and she could have sworn that even through the cruel corset she could feel the fabric of his shirt rubbing against her tight nipples. She hated him, even as she rubbed herself against him and mewled.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

His expression softened slightly when her hands touched his chest to keep herself up. The attention of his fingers lured her closer into him. How lovely it was that she could enjoy his touch even through the agony she must be feeling. He rewarded the honest sounds of her lips by kissing them firmly, feeding her his tongue deeply, parting her mouth to lick at the back of her tongue with the tip of his as he slid her panties to the side, stabbing her slickening cunt with two fingers, immediately pumping eagerly while his thumb pushed at her clit. Through her pain and distraction and pleasure he still made sure she heard him Take it out. And when she did, pulling the pants off his hips, it would spring up, probably slapping her hand and painting it with precum. He dove deeper into her mouth, images of that bottle pressed in there making him more eager to find other ways of hurting her. His fingers hooked inside her, massaging the soft area there as they continued to move in and out violently, as if her was trying to lift her with that alone, thumb hard against her bud. She'd seen her last days of freedom, but she could still have pleasure.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

Her mind was a haze of pain and want. She half sucked and half choked on his tongue, unable to focus as she still struggled to breathe. Her hips squirmed as she leaned up onto her toes, knees spreading wider as though he needed more room to abuse her sex. Shaking hands opened his pants, breath hitching to choking on their joined saliva when his cock came out her fingers all too eagerly wrapping around his heat and rubbing him in her palm, pumping as her hips rocked against his cruel hand and her breath wheezed around his tongue.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

He purred among all the grunting, his lungs reacting to her obedience. Apparently pain and threat to her very life was enough to make her compliant. He forced her already straining sex to take a third finger, thumb never relenting on her clit as her hand around his cock cemented it's full form. He moaned into her mouth darkly before pulling back to watch her face, his fingers relentlessly trying to reach deeper into her inner. He stared at her and their saliva mixed on the lower part of her face, drinking in her expression as he continued to enjoy exploring her cunt harshly. He'd always have her, and yet her hand made him feel urgent. His own lips, moisten by hers, parted to say Down on your knees. he ordered, sliding out of her with all the delicious noise that came with it. Sticking his soaked fingers into his mouth, tasting his salty, thick victory, he nodded for the floor she'd wet that it wasn't a choice for her to make. Deeper than the bottle. He smiled around the fingers he was pulling out, subtly making the corset hum to remind her what could happen.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

It was embarrassing how eagerly her legs bent to drop her with little grass on the floor in front of him. Her own excited juices making her inner thighs slick. One hand still stroked him, pumping as she licked her lips and then parted them, leaning in to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked and made sure he heard it, her saliva dribbling down her chin.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

His hand touched her head, caressing her scalp, her hair still wet from the bath she'd obviously cleaned the wine off her body with. His head tilted as he watched her, fingers slowly digging at her skin, softly at first. He shivered at the feeling of her mouth enveloping his dick, rocking slightly into her affection, her submission. And then the contraption would constrict again, warning her harshly that this wasn't at all as deep as the bottle had been. He smirked cruelly for her to see if she would try to seek the reason up on his face. The deeper she let him be in her throat, the more she'd be able to breathe. As his pants dropped to the floor from simply having been open at the zipper, his palm hugged the back of her head, clawed it, shoving it toward him, demonstrating how she should take him before letting go and letting the corset speak for itself, squeezing her harder, waist and lunges.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

It was cruel. The corset only allowed her ribcage to expand and her lungs to take air, so long as she used his cock to suffocate herself in exchange. Soon her hand didn't need to stroke him anymore, couldn't because the head of his dick had popped into the back of her throat. Her body shook as though it would gag, her face red, but she couldn't deliver the sounds, couldn't breathe, but the corset felt so loose. She moved her head on him like that, popping him in and out of her throat and moving him inside it as long as she could between wheezing desperate gasps.
Thread: Omnisin Verse&Sesu

She had understood his will. Good. With some further harshness from his hand he increased the speed with which he diminished the reflexes in her throat. It was a beautiful, until recently virgin tunnel she'd had no choice but to let him have. Sucking back his breath he spiked her on his cock again, her forehead to his stomach tightly as he made her choice to swallow his orgasm his rather than hers, loosing it beyond the parts of her neck she had control over. She must be fretting, being made to keep her breath for so long, filled with foreign liquids. He let go of her, grinning with sharp teeth as she unsheathed his cock to get those breaths she had wanted. It was a delight to see her like this. Promise in mind, he didn't increase the already tightened state of the corset, and let her have the pause she'd deserved. His head was still swimming with the pleasure of cumming when he stepped out of his pants and nodded for her couch. Perhaps she had thought it was over? Knees on the cushions and spread, bend over the back with your ass in the air. She'd do as he said, of course, or he wouldn't let her breathe, and then he'd be on his knees on the same cushions behind her, trying to see if that pussy of hers was as tight as his fingers had discovered.
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

I'd be game, especially for the zombie apocalypse.
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

I'd so be game for some serious zombie apocalypse, but you may have met your quota on that. I have a few post-apocalyptic role play ideas. If your interested any, shoot me a PM
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

i am game for a zombie rp. pm with your ideas.
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

XD from my thread Non Sexual RP Im searching preferably for a Lesbian or bi Female for an Apocalypse RP. Straight males are also welcome. The idea for this RP came from a short story in a manga novel called Beutifull people. In the story a girl and a boy who are best friends lock themselves in a bomb shelter with a timed release period to get out of going to some kind of function. When they emerge everyone is dead. A virus had been released while they were underground which affected only humans and killed all humans who came in contact before dying itself. Now Id seen that or similar plots before but it was the next thing which made me love the story. The manboy is gay and the womangirl is a lesbian. Id be playing a Gay male Charie in this or similar scenario. There could still be other humans but they have become corrupt and evil or everyone else is mutated etc. To make it perfecty clear there will be no Sex.
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

daethesub said XD from my thread Non Sexual RP Im searching preferably for a Lesbian or bi Female for an Apocalypse RP. Straight males are also welcome. The idea for this RP came from a short story in a manga novel called Beutifull people. In the story a girl and a boy who are best friends lock themselves in a bomb shelter with a timed release period to get out of going to some kind of function. When they emerge everyone is dead. A virus had been released while they were underground which affected only humans and killed all humans who came in contact before dying itself. Now Id seen that or similar plots before but it was the next thing which made me love the story. The manboy is gay and the womangirl is a lesbian. Id be playing a Gay male Charie in this or similar scenario. There could still be other humans but they have become corrupt and evil or everyone else is mutated etc. To make it perfecty clear there will be no Sex. Click to expand... sorry i only play males
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

Gay or straight As a straight male works for my idea.
Thread: Craving: Apocaliptic roleplay

daethesub said Gay or straight As a straight male works for my idea. Click to expand... ok im game.
Thread: Memory Bound

To say that Harry Potter didn't get along with his aunt, uncle and cousin would be a huge understatement. The truth was, they downright hated him, and vice versa. Even though he had never done anything to really hurt any of them, they still treated him like dirt. It was getting dark when he woke up after a fight with his cousin, not that he could remember it. In fact, Harry Potter couldn't remember anything, not even his own name. He winced as he got to his feet and started wandering the streets, though he had no clue where he was going.
Thread: Memory Bound

striding through the darkness of the streets was the most feared man in Wizarding History. Tom, Marvolo, Riddle, also known as Voldemort strode through the Muggle streets as he searched for the Boy who Lived who had stepped outside of the protective barriers of his home. Voldemort smirked as he caught sight of the black haired Wonder Boy wandering about as if he had no idea where he was. he pulled out his wand and licked his lips, eager to slaughter the foolish brat who had stepped out of the saftey of his home. Voldemort no longer looked like a snake, now he looked as he had when he was still in school, black hair, firm soft skin, though he still had red eyes they looked much more natural, much more alluring. Potter. he growled in Parseltongue his wand aimed at the boys face. he wanted to see those emerald eyes before he slaughtered the other.
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry looked up when he heard someone speaking, glancing around as though he didn't know who the man was talking to. But there was no one else around except for himself and the mystery man. Are you talking to me, and why are you pointing that stick at me?
Thread: Memory Bound

Voldemort lifted an eyebrow, watching the boy closley, waiting for the trick or the trap, ready to dissaparate at a moments notice looking the other over. Potter, what are you playing at? he demanded his head tilted a little as he watched the other, red eyes narrowed as he reached out with his mind and gently brushed Harry's, checking for recent memories and found...nothing. ...you don't remember anything do you? this pleased Voldemort to no end as he lowered his wand a smirk on his lips. well isn't that interesting.
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry stared at the man in front of him, wondering what he was talking about. You just called me Potter. Do you know who I am? If this person knew him, then perhaps he could help him get back the memories he had lost. But then again, the guy could have been the reason he lost his memory in the first place. Tell me just how you know who I am, when I don't remember ever meeting you.
Thread: Memory Bound

Voldemort grinned viciously as he examined the Boy Who Lived his head tilted a little. i know who you are Harry. he stated simply reaching out and gently touching the others cheek, very gently, touching him carefully. i've been looking for you all night. he admitted. your my pet, i take care of you, earlier someone took you from our home and made off with you. they must have done something to your head since you can't remember. can you tell me what you DO remember? are you in pain anywhere? he would take Harry Potter for himself, he'd always had a strange lust for the Green eyed Kitten standing before him, and if he could convince Harry, then he could twist and manipulate the boy into being his own personal little evil slave. and if he was kind to Harry, the boy would be much more willing to stay when he did remember everything.
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry looked a little uncertain, but the man seemed to know him so it should be okay if he went with him. When asked if he was in pain, he shook his head. He might have had a few bruises from the fight earlier, but they didn't hurt that bad. I don't remember anything before waking up here in this town. Is this where we live?
Thread: Memory Bound

Voldemort smiled at him and shook his head. no this isn't where we live, we live in a place that is much prettier. he promised chuckling a little gently kissing the others forehead. let's go Home Kitten. he purred smiling a little. hold on tightly to my waist, i'll explain everything when we get you home and fixed up, then we'll take a nice long bath with dinner ok? acting as if this was something they always did. poor thing, your all bruised up, i'm make you feel all better. he promised gently kissing a bruise, healing it through contact magic. i just made that up.
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry felt no reason not to trust this person, so he wrapped his arms around the man's waist. That sounds wonderful. He probably would have gone with anyone who had claimed to know him.
Thread: Memory Bound

Voldemort chuckled and Apparated, sending them straight into his private bedroom at Malfoy Manor the room full of silk and soft, classy and rich the man smiling down at harry. remember this? it's our room. he lied waving his hand around at everything, using the motion to fill the closets and drawers with clothes that he hoped would fit harry, he could always lie and claim that he had lost, or gained weight but Tom had always been good at guessing people's sizes. come sit on the bed and let me take care of those ouches. he ordered gently setting Harry on the bed gently tugging the others shirt off, running his wand over the many scrapes and bruises. healing them.
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry sat down on the bed, a little relieved when the oversized shirt was removed from his body. He'd just assumed that the clothes he'd been wearing when he woke up in that park were his even though they didn't fit him. He looked around the room as the man healed his wounds with just a wave of the stick he'd been holding. It amazed him to think that such things could actually happen. After a few minutes, he looked up at the man with confusion. You know who I am, but you have yet to tell me your name. All I know is that I belong to you
Thread: Memory Bound

Voldemort blinked looking startled. ah, i'm sorry Pet i forgot. he murmered softly, gently running his hand over the others scar smiling a little. i am Lord Voldemort, but you usually call me Tom. he admitted gently kissing the others forehead. come on, lets get you out of those horrid muggle clothes and into the bath. he decided helping Harry out of his clothes and taking a moment to examine him intently, examining every inch of his new lover. harry was gorgeous, a little thin, but very beautiful. would you like bubble bath?
Thread: Memory Bound

Harry glanced at the discarded clothes, making a face. He didn't know why, but he never wanted to see that outfit again. Looking up at Tom, he nodded. A bubble bath sounds wonderful. Will you be joining me, Tom? He felt a little uncomfortable under the other's gaze, but just attributed that to the fact that he can't remember anything.