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Thread: Dark Shell (for Onica)

Try as she might Opal could not hold in the screams and cries of pain, wanting him to just hurry up and get it over with. Her body bouncing which each new thrust, not even feeling the pain in her leg thanks to the beating she was getting as he stretched her out. Then he just stopped. Something that just seemed odd to her, though she was thankful for it. Feeling him pull out, opening her eyes to see what had happened while she was trying to block everything out. Amethyst was on the floor and Opal had not seen how or why her sister was there. Looking over to see Onica standing up slowly. Wiping the blood from her busted lower lip. The feeling two of the other soldiers grab her arms, listening to the laughter still leaving there lips. But James was not laughing, he was not even smiling. Onica moved to James and Amethyst rather quickly, but keeping calm. She wanted to slap the girl for doing this, the twin could have gotten herself shot. Hell she could have gotten all three of them shot. Listening as Amethyst cried out as James pulled her up by her hair. She was clearly scared now as Onica grabbed hold to Jame's wrist and onto Amethyst with her other arm. She didn't do shit to me and you have piss poor judgment if you think she did. Catch me off guard yes, fuck me up no a chance in hell so your not going to touch her. How funny it must have been to hear a female threaten the soldier before her. The look on her face dead serious in ever meaning of the word, meaning everything she said. Those hazel eyes not scared to look into James' own. Not caring what he did to her right now but he was not going to touch this twin....after all she already stood by for him to mess around with one of them. Something she was not going to let happen again in the coming future if she could help it. Surely the fuss might bring the fourth member of there team in. After all the Lieutenant was missing all the fun.
Thread: Dark Shell (for Onica)

If looks could kill Onica would have been dead on the spot from the way James glared at her. He twisted his hand away from her grip, standing his full height over her with gritted teeth. You fucking bitch, he snarled. Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll fucking... That's enough Sergent, Kichirou barked at him, silencing the larger male. The leader of the outfit approached the confrontation looking just as calm as ever. He was the oldest of the group, with some grey hair up top, but still in excellent physical shape. Even James wasn't about to pick a fight with him even if he was the larger of the two. James, you finish up with that other girl you hear me? No more of this posturing around. James wasn't happy about the order and let Onica know it with a look that tole her they weren't done yet. Turning back to the held-up Amethyst he grabbed her arms from the boys and through her back to the floor, hands holding her down as he continued what he started. Kichirou meanwhile turned to look at the girl who stood up to his men. So, he said, eyes looking over her body without any lewdly. Seems we have a couple of troublemakers. His hand shot out, grabbing Onica by the chin and looking over her bruise. Girl, let me tell you something. You had one little job and that was holding this young lady back while James revealed himself. You failed. You say that doesn't count as a fucking up... he let go of her chin roughly, glaring at her. I say it does. He looked at both of them, the sound of James starting to plow himself back into the screaming twin happening in the bathroom. Now I want to know, which of you is going to get punished for this.
Thread: Dark Shell (for Onica)

The moment James pulled away from Onica, his voice now raised at her in anger, the girl took a stand. Almost as it she was ready to take on the over sized bully. Bringing her fist only half way up before the sound of the group's leader filled the room. Onica's arms lowering once again just as fast as they had started to be brought up. Standing more at easy even if her eyes never left James. The officer's orders making her a little sick to know he would let James finish want he started. Yet she would not let it show, no, she would however flash a cocky smile to James to let him know she understood the look he gave her. The smile only met to get his blood boiling a little more. As soon as James let go of Amethyst she fell to the floor between Onica and the officer. Watching helplessly as her sister, Opal, was once again pinned down by her attacker. Clear that the angry soldier was not taking out his frustration out on his rape victim. Turning only to watch the officer grab Onica by the chin making the older woman face him as he talked to her. Clear by the way Onica pulled away some that she was not in the mood to touched, yet she let his hand stay upon her flesh. Listening to every word there so called leader had to say. Onica's voice only answering him after the Kichirou was done talking. Okay so I did fuck up, but can you blame the girl for being so upset. The older woman letting her eyes meet the officers only once before he let go of her chin. Her head turning a little with the force he put behind it. Her glaze now looking down at the weeping Amethyst, thinking over what the officer just asked about who would be getting the punishment for this. Hell the girl was already going threw enough watching her twin sister being raped right in front of her so the answer was easy of Onica to make. I will.....Sir. After all it seems it was my so called fuck up that lead to this little....mess. I guess that's the word I'm looking for. Amethyst was about to get up and argue Onica's choice but the older woman put up a hand as soon as she heard the Twin move. Not saying a word toward her as hazel eyes turned to look at the mess James was making of Opal.
Thread: Dark Shell (for Onica)

Kichirou eyes the woman in front of him. She was a strong one, knew how to pick her battles though she seemed to have a temper behind those calm eyes. Good traits, they would keep her alive. When my men found you three you were as good as dead. How much longer do you think you would have survived without out food, our water, our protection? The officer started to circle Onica, eying her up and down as if sizing up a piece of meat. Just because he could appreciate her personality didn't mean he was any less lustful than his men. We're not asking for much here Onica, he tells her as he hand rubbed against her backside. You three are, if anything, an added danger to us. But I and my men are willing to take the risk in exchange for a few services. His grip tightened, feeling her firm ass. You best remember that, because that's the only reason I didn't just have you three shot when we found you. He faced her again, reaching for his own pants and undoing his belt. The leather strap snapped in his hand as he held it up. Drop your pants and bend over against the wall, he ordered. The look he gave her was dead serious. This wasn't the worse punishment that could be given, but that's not what this was about. He was aiming to humiliate her, remind her exactly what kind of situation she was in. James, meanwhile, was tearing the poor girl apart. His hands bruised her arms the way he held her down and each thrust was full of anger and hatred. He was going to get that bitch Onica if it was the last thing he did. He gripped Opal's ass, spreading her open as he sated himself.
Thread: Dark Shell (for Onica)

At first it did not look like Onica was going to do it. She merely just watched the officer for a moment, taking everything in that was going on around her. Thinking about just balling up her fist and swinging at the man that just grabbed her ass, that eyed her like a hungry dog would look at a piece of meat. How the girl just wanted to watch his lip bust open or maybe brake this guy's nose. Yet after a few minutes walked by the older female would walk over to the wall. Undoing the belt that kept her pants on, letting the drop to her feet showing off the part of black boy short underwear she had on. Bending over at the hips, her shirt riding up just high enough to let the ink on her back take a peak. Looking at the wall she would roll her eyes, waiting for what ever this guy was going to do. Hands resting on the wall. She would get her day, and so would the other two girls. Just wait and see. Sorry just not my week
Thread: Exposed To A New World

For years students from all over the world have been spending time in other countries to learn more about each others culture and learn how their lives are lived. Now a dream has been accomplished for one young teen. The large jumbo jet was gliding over the light blue seas heading to Italy where a young american teen was to experience how they live. When the passengers were dispatched a young teenage girl shouldered her backpack that held simple items. Her steps were silent as she could feel some people were watching her closely. The raven haired girl stood there looking through the crowd to see cardboards up in the air with names. Some were in italian while others were oldly formed. Sighing as Jasmine looked away with the lights reflecting within her hazel eyes. Jasmine stood there in blue jeans that hugged tightly to the slight curve of her hips to show off her toned rump. Her tank top was red as she wore a white leather jacket over it. She had a tiny waist and perky breasts that was bound by her bra and tank top. Still worn out from her flight as she ventured forward in her high heeled tan boots searching for her name among the many cardboard signs. There were times she was pushed by the bigger women and some rude men until she lost her balance and bumpped into one of the men who held the signs. I'm sorry... She said as she blushed to see the sign he held was her name. Great first impression she left on the man she was going to be living with now.
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State attenta, ragazza! Sandro couldn't step away fast enough, and the sign went flying over their heads as the little teen crashed into him. Ma, che disastro! He muttered as he held her. stai bene? He asked her if she was ok. Just then, crossing eyes, he realised he had literally bumped into his American! Sandro was tall and slim unlike many Italians Yet he had a darker skin, with sort of olive tones that gave me a pretty mysterious aura. His eyes were brown, yet his smile was white and broad, honest. Mah, excusato! Eh, Sorry! He was wearing a black t-shirt, tight, showing off his abs. He wasn't muscular, but he was fit. He also wore a pair of jeans, a bit aged, and black trainers. He had some exquisitely crafted shades resting on his head, crowing a cascade of wavy brown hair. He suddenly bent over, kissing her left cheek, then her right cheek, then her left cheek again!!!
Thread: Exposed To A New World

Jasmine stood back up as locks of her black hair fell over her eyes. Standing back up straight as she tucked the fallen lock behind her ear as she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming over his form. The only people she saw that was in this kind of shape was soccer or for this side of the world football players. Blushing as she looked away from him and picked her backpack off the ground. It was my fault. I was bit clumsy. She said with a smile at him. This American teen wasn't the type to get pissed off to easily as she was relaxed and easy going. Though if she was pushed to far her personality tends to flip from the easy going sweet girl to a fighting little vixen. Her attention was on the group around them but she was caught off guard as she noticed him bending over her quickly. Her slender hands went out to stop him when she realized he kissed her cheeks. Blushing at how naive she was at the moment she did take a step back from him. So, I'm staying with you...Right? She asked in a more calm tone that suggested she may have recovered from the event of falling into him. Her eyes trailed to his left to see the baggage claim area. Her smile brighten as she left SAndro standing there as she strolled over to the baggage claim. There she stood for five minutes before stopping one large bag and a smaller one. In one swift move she grabbed the two bags and slung them over her tiny frame to rest the straps over her shoulder. Unlike some of the girls in her class she did lift weights which helped in her favor.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

The three kisses were, of course, the way all Italians greet each other when they first meet. He suddenly realised she might have been grossed out by his action. He let her be for now, letting her wait for the luggage as he texted his girlfriend. Or ex. Or something. He was a ladies' man, yet he didn't stay with one for too long. He was bored of Italian girls, really. All so classy and uptight. This American, though, seemed more... authentic, in a way. Yet younger than him. He wondered if she was underage! Hey, let me help! Italian girls were girly by nature, and naturally, guys were the gentleman macho type. He almost yanked one of the bags from her. Oh, but please. Let. Me. Help. He gave her that curious smile, one that showed much amusement at her continuous reactions. She looked so, so rare! A little gem, he thought.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

For years she was the chunky girl who sat in the corner with her nose in the book but during the summer she worked had and lost alot of weight which brought out what her body should look like. So now she's been on both sides of the 'world'. The overweight and now the more fit side. The years she's been over looked she done everything for herself so when Sandro came out of nowhere and yanked her baggage from her, she was surprised. At the ripe age of 17 she stood there before him with a newly formed figure that sent the boys at her home town cursing for teasing and over looking her. Jasmine smiled at him with her now free hand rubbing the back of her neck. Thank you...I'm Jasmine by the way. For as long as she can remembered she tried to be fake once to get some attention but realized she was miserible. So for years on out she remained true to herself and her friends. For not knowing what to do with her hands she placed them in her pockets. I'm guessing I'm out of my element.
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Haha. Yes you are. And it's nice. He winked at her in a friendly way. He put the bag on his back, shouldering the bigger suitcase with surprising ease. He seemed thin, but he was pretty strong after all. So she was 17! He was 23. Looking at her, a rush of big brother sentiment went through him. He'd take care of her in Italy. But do not worry, bambina , I'll be your Italian brother, and will make sure nothing wrong happens to you. He patted her on the arm, and beckoned her over to follow him. He led her to his car. It was a small, two-seats only sports car. Probably a famous Italian brand. I worked a few summers to get this baby. He invited her in as he lodged her bags on the trunk. The insides were all in white, while the exterior was lightening blue. It was compact, but comfortable, somehow. He lowered the shades onto his eyes. So, bella , what do you feel like doing? Wanna rest at home after the flight? or you feel like going around Rome for a bit? Maybe to eat, or lie down in the park..?
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Jasmine looked at him with a curious look when he said Bambina. She knew very little...Ok no italian so she'd have to keep track of what he said an dlearn from his actions atleast. Though she laughed softly when he teased her about being her italian brother. So he's older than her? By how much? She wondered but snapped out of her thoughts when he walked on ahead of her. Smirking to herself as she quickly caught up to him and fell into step behind him as she noticed some of the more built middle aged men were looking over at her. Jasmine got closer to Sandro and her eyes fell to the titled floor until they reached outside. The sun light blinded her to the point she had to stop for a second to hear a trunk being opened. Her eyes quickly adjusted with her watching him placing her bags in his small sports car. She was speechless about the style the car was. The lines flowed together like the Statue of David. Smiling as she slipped into his car with her carry on bag between her legs to still be amazed by his car. Wow...I know what I want after I'm down with my motorcycle. She said with a smile though she looked at him when he said Bella. I was hoping to get some rest before you send me in circles around Rome.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

Sandro looked at Jasmine and nodded softly. Of course. I'll get you home. You can take a shower and sleep a siesta while I cook. You know that the best cooks in Italia are men, right? He winked at her. They'd get along so well. He drove with confidence. The traffic was incredibly chaotic. Nobody stopped at semaphores, people crossed the road in all sort of dangerous ways.... and the honking. And the yelling. And the cursing. Ah, Italy! And in the midst of it all, he just seemed so natural, like a fish in his pond. He seemed relaxed. So Jasmine. How long will you stay over? As you know, you can stay as long as you want. They had come into contact through some roleplaying forums, actually. They had never done the sexual type, no,... but they had chatted for long hours, until, well, she had come over! His flat was in the middle of town. It was a narrow pedestrian street, snaking long old yet beautiful buildings. He lived alone. His flat, though, was amazing. He lived on a 6th floor, one of the tallest of the old city, and they could see most of the city's monuments from the ample balcony. Would you like to take a shower now? He asked her.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

Sh wasn't use to the city noise but she could adapt to it. It was still amazing she was able to be over here without a parent. Either way she was here and she was going to enjoy it. Leaning back in the car but looked over at him hearing his question. I don't know how long I'll be staying here. I didn't think about it. When they came to his flat she wasn't impressed by it yet. When they parked she grabbed her things from his trunk and followed him up to his place. There she slipped inside and put her things down. From where she stood she could see the monuments from his place. Wow... Looking over at him as a shower did sound good to her. That'd be nice but where do I put my stuff? Also where do I sleep? Though she did catch a certain scent which told her alittle bit more about him. Sighing as she pulled her jacket off revealing the tank top. Ummm I got a question for you Sandro...
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He smiled at her reaction once they were inside. I've been working on this flat for the longest time. I crafted all that furniture. And the decoration. Actually, he was an artist. Kinda multi-talented. He also painted and wrote sometimes. He had his studio right there, in living roomlounge. He led her to his room. Actually.. there's only one room in my flat. But you'll be sleeping here, in my bed. It's wide enough to keep two. He looked at her, but then grinned. Ah, I'm joking. I'll probably just sleep on the sofa... I haven't thought about it yet. But the bed is yours. He smiled at her as she said that about the question. Yes? What is it, piccola Americana ?
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She wrapped her arms under her breasts as she walked over to him. I got a feeling you tend to have many women over here...Are you sure with me staying with you won't affect your lifestyle? She asked him when she stopped about a few feet from him. Like him she was an artist but with glass work. Her hazel eyes looked into his own her once green eyes turned in to gold before him. The color her eyes changed is something she couldn't control. The chats she remembered them having never went past if they had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Everything was so carefree and playful because of that she never thought of him having such a life style of having many women coming in and out of his home. To be honest Sandro I don't mind sharing a bed with you. I'm use to it with my friends back home. She informed him before she turned to head back out into the living room where her bags were.
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He smiled softly at her, shaking his head. Don't you ever worry about that. I'll find my way. I always do. And it's lovely of you to say that. For me the only noticeable change in my lifestyle now will be wearing clothes most of the day. He suddenly blushed, looking away. --kinda made me feel lighter, more ready to create. He became mesmerized suddenly at her eyes. She probably didn't notice since she turned away, but he stared at her for a while. Woah, He said quietly. Sandro showed her into the bathroom. You can take baths here. And in fact, that was true there was no way to take showers, as there was only a bathtube. At least it was very ample, big enough to fit two people! Sorry the flat is pretty old, so the pipes haven't been installed yet properly. Sometime this summer I'll get it done.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

True she didn't notoce him just staring at her and she didn't give it a second thought about him saying he'd be wearing clothes when he normally would wear nothing or boxers. After she brought her bags into his room she followed him to the bathroom to see it was a tub but she looked up at him when he mentioned about the pipes. Smirking as she touched his arm. I'm not worried about it. I'm not like the stero type Americans you've heard of. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as she left him standing there. She went to the small bag and knelt down to pull her soap and shampoo out. Her body was two different types Honeysuckle with orange and cherry blossom. Though when she returned to where he stood she had a change of clothes in her arms which either looked to little to wear or she folded them tightly to look like there was barely any clothing.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

You go take a long, relaxing bath. He noticed the lack of fabric in her clothes. He wondered how she'd be covering her curvy figure in those, yet he said nothing.... he was eager to find out. As she entered the bath, he started to put some pasta to boil. The room's temperature started to rise, and eventually, it seemed he had turned on the heating. He couldn't bear it anymore! He took his shirt off, throwing it over her things. He even stepped out of his tight jeans, leaving him just with his black tight boxers. Ah.... much better. He'd just wear his stuff back once the meal was ready. Meal's ready! Pronto ! He said through the bath's door. But oh! She had left it partly ajar... He peeked in...
Thread: Exposed To A New World

When he left to cook the meal she ran the hot water and as it ran she stripped from her clothes. Once the tub was filled ot where she wanted it she shut it off and disappeared below the surface. She did this act a few times as she rubbed her cherry blossom body wash over her form and washed her hair. Once that was done she soaked in the water for awhile. At this point she was falling to sleep but she heard him yell through the bathroom door. She took a deep breath as she sat up. The rim of the tub still concealed her form. Thanks! She called out to him as she stood up and the water ran down her naked form. The droplets of water rolled over her perky breasts and down her tiny waist. She stood there as she twisted her hair to get the excess water out of it. With her moving within the bathroom she didn't notice he peeked in on her. It didn't take her long to dry off and slipped into a pair of short dark blue shorts and a black sports bra. Jasmine shook her hair out as it curled in ringlets. She ran the towel through her hair as she stood there bent over but flipped her hair back when she stood back up. Soon she walked to the door softly humming.