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Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

He did, slamming his hard ft cock into her ass. He got half in easily, however he had to grab her shoulders and yank to get the whole thing i.n Wrapping a hand in her hair he yanked hard like reigns on a horse. Slam fucking her tight ass. He smacked her ass hard with his heavy hand, leaving a deep red welt. Using the cane then to spur her into action again and again he caned her ass s he fucked her so hard and fast his hips were a blur.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime was about to lick the floor again when with out warning her master's cock painfully rammed into her tight ass causing her to scream in sheer pain, tears filling her eyes as he used her shoulders to ram the rest of his thick meat into her dirty ass. she was crying as he grabbed hold of her hair and treated her like a worthless horse as he fucking slammed into her tearing asshole. Before she could even get use to the pain in her ass he slapped her as so hard she new it would bruise and she whimpered out loudly as he started using his cane to spur her on, at first she felt like crying and trying to struggle, but just like before, she found her body yearning to be abused more and the pain was pleasurable, she stopped caring why and just let herself go, finding herself moaning like so cheap whore as he pounded away at her, her tits swaying violently as her pussy started leaking juices every time he slapped her ass so that it wobbled.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas felt a need build within him. Grabbing the woman by her hair he yanked out forcing her to look at the ceiling he let himself go. Like a fountain his piss arced through the air. hitting her face. The piss glinted in the light flowing into her mouth and down her tits, her stomach and cunt until it reached the floor. laughing he pushed the girl to the floor, 'Silly fucked up little piss pot I think that's your new name Piss Pot, how do you like it bitch, lick up this mess if you hurry you may get dinner. He wiped his dick off in her hair. Standing up he moved toward the kitchen, no doubt in his mind she'd follow ounce she'd licked up every bit of cum and piss off the floor.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime felt her master's cock plucked from her aching ass, but she whimpered as her gaping asshole yearned to be filled again. before she could beg again, her master yanked her hair harshly her body arching unnaturally before a stream of warm liquid sprayed on her face, splashing over her pale face as some flooded into her mouth and more cascaded onto her tits like a waterfall, she drank as much as she could before she cast to the floor and listen as her master spoke and wiped his cock clean with her silk like hair before answering as he left Yes Master, thank you master, piss pot will obey master she moaned out, her mind unsure what was coming over her as she hastily like the floor like a dirty bitch, the humiliation was making her pussy ache to be raped like a bitch. It took a couple of seconds before she had clean the floor of all the cum and piss, before she got slowly to her feet, finding it near impossible to walk as her gaping pussy and ass stung furiously and streaks of pain shot through her body with every step she took, arriving at the kitchen she announced her presence to her master, Piss pot has done as you asked master
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas whipped her nipples Who the fuck said you could walk on all fours bitch, I want you to take the water nozzle outside and wash yourself off, including inside of your holes, then you may use the straw outside to dry yourself get nice and clean you'll be getting your latex, and then your meal, when you come back in here lay on your back, and beg for your latex! The water nozzle was hanging on a hose. It would be ice cold, but the straw would dry her very well. The sun would also keep her nice and warm.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime moaned as her master whipped her nipples leaving a long red welt over them, before she drop to her knees hard and stared up at him as he commanded her and she obeyed as she head outside and grabbed the nozzle. She stayed on her knees as she turned on the water the nozzle facing her tits, she squealed out loudly as the cold water sprayed against her, shivering she held fast as used her other hand to clean herself off slowly as she finished with her body she moved the the nozzle to her cunt and quickly stuck it up her still gaping hole. The nozzle didn't even seemed to touch the sides of her gaping and abused pussy hole as she washed out her own juices before moving to her dirty as where she still barely felt the nozzle in her badly stretched ass. once she decided she was clean she crawled on her knees to the straw and using the rough vegetation to dry, the only part was ok was that it was warm. She was done and crawled quickly back to the kitchen and rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide Master your piss pot has returned, she want you to please give her latex, piss pot needs it master, please master she begged as best she could.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas nodded, putting on the hot pink latex on her feet went long full leg covering hot pink latex pieces. Fro the heel out was her bare foot, however the heel was so high she'd be waking on it and her tippe toes. The next two pieces were full arm latex, a zipper on her wrists. Next four cords went to her pussy piercings and held them nice and open. A hot pink bustiey tightened on her ribs so tight she could barely breathe. Next a pair of needles were pushed into her breasts to start milk production, before she started leaking rubber bands were put on each He wanted her milk bags looking like water balloons. Then a bottle of aphrodisiac in each knowing it would make her tighter then when she was virgin if left log enough. Finally he put a cord fro her clit hood piercing to her belly button, and from her ankles to her clit hood, then fro her wrists to her nipple piercing, and fro that to her clit. Sacking her ass he said, Okay Piss Pot, ready for your food?
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime wriggled in the tightness of latex, but she wailed in pain as her master attached cords to her cunt rings that pulled her cunt lips apart before he strapped the incredibly tight bustiey and she felt like the air in her lungs was being squeezed out. She was only just starting to get use to her cunt rings when her master jabbed needles into her jugs, the sheer pain was harsh and she screamed and tears filled her eyes as her master tied her tits off as they started to fill with milk, the pain was unbearable as she squirmed and didnt even notice the master invading her gaping holes with objects, only once he started connecting cords to various parts of body from her sensitive clit. It had taken a sheer amount of will to answer her master as her body trembled in sheer pain, but a growing part of her was wriggling in delight and pleasure the pain was causing Yes please Master, piss pot is ready please master she pleaded and begged with tears in her eyes
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas smirked, emptying a mix of Tuna, and hamburger meat from a can into a red doggie bowl. Next to it a bow he filled with water. He smacked her ass, studying it, he said, Eat it all Piss, and hurry it up my toilet need cleaning. As she ate at her food, he was unable to resist the urge. Jamming a T brand into her right ass cheek. He aughted at her scream giving her another one on her right and left foot on the top and bottom. He would have to get an elaborate tramp stamp drawn up some time. Kicking her in the cunt he said, Hurry it up bitch you've got a lot of cleaning to do.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime act at the meat in the bowl, feeling like a humiliated dog, hunched up on the floor eating when suddenly a searing pain filled her ass cheek, she screamed and tried to wriggle away, but she was unused to the cords and caused more pain to her own sex organs and then to have the searing pain return on her feet making her choke in pain and more tears to flow forth before a jolt to her cunt made her whimper as her master spoke Y...yes MMaster she choked out as quick as possible. Like before she found her body starting to enjoy the pain and crave it more, in a way she was disgusted with herself, but in another she was starting to crave it as well and thankful that her body was responding like it was.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Ounce she was done he lead her by her hair to a toilet. Smirking he said Get to work bitch clean it ice ad shiny with your skank tongue, I'd hurry we have over three hundred in my mansion, and if you take too long I may piss on your head while your cleaning it meaning you'll have to start all over.
Thread: In need of training (Oppai87 X ThomasRHellsing)

Hime squealed like a whoring pig as she was dragged around the house, the words from her master's mouth shocked her as a small part of her rebelled, her mouth Go fuck yourself, i aint licking that she blurted out in slight defiance.
Thread: Room For One More (Leatrix / Kadavro)

Hmmmm. Seventh date this month. They didn't stay around much knowing about her son Gary. And that was just how he liked it. He looked around the home he shared with his mother. He liked it. There wasn't much room room, but enough for the two of them. Maybe one more, if they squeezed. 'If only there was a way to make others stop trying to be the daddy...' And then it hit him.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

Captain Nathan Moore folded the fine dress gloves he was wearing over one another as he leaned back in his chair with a pensive expression. The ticking of the grandfather clock was the perfect complement to the constant, soothing roar of the sea as his ship, the U.S.S. Endeavor, rocked back and forth through the water, advancing under minimal sail. Hed just enjoyed a fine meal of tender venison, such that he had come to expect from the flagships talented cooks. It was a tradition that before combat action that a ships crew receive a special meal of hot, filling food so that they could focus on fighting and die with at least that much fulfillment. The commanding officer was certainly no exception to the rule and the special attention shown to him caused him to form an appreciative smile. He had the utmost respect for his men as with his duty. Few things mattered to him more hed never been one for relationships, as the involved women could never hope to accompany him in his voyages upon his true mistress, the sea. He had money, but not overmuch, though he expected that when he inevitably retired opportunity to make some might present itself. At this moment more weighty considerations weighed upon his mind as he gently patted his lips with a kerchief. Mr. Wallace, I believe that it is time, he declared, summoning his personal assistant from beyond the finely crafted door way. The seaman who had been positioned at the ready outside opened the door to his captain, and nodded to confirm the order. He turned to the outside, shouting up the various passageways to the combat deck. We shall be to quarters! The cadence drum began immediately amidst a shrill bosuns pipe as all hell broke loose. Almost immediately, the wall separating the cabin from the rest of the ship was pulled down, revealing an open interior that was designed for maximum strength and integrity and could not tolerate interior partitions that had the potential to splinter and catch fire independent from the rest of the ship. Men hurried about in an organized chaos, carrying supplies ranging from packs of food to bags of powder to the associated cannonballs that served as Endeavors primary armament. Guns were rung out, loose objects were secured, the decks of the ship were covered in sand to absorb any blood and improve traction. In a matter of less than five minutes Endeavor transitioned from a peaceful, highly decorated and exquisitely maintained galleon to an armed-to-the-teeth man owar. Captain Moore proceeded to the combat deck, and took the spyglass offered by one of the ships boys, whose sole purpose in life or existence as eventual officers-in-training was to wait on his every requirement while they watched and learned. Spotting his target with a trained eye, Moore raised the glass. He grinned as he realized that the merchant schooner Endeavor had been following had chosen to show her true colors. The black skull and crossed swords fluttered in his view and Moore chuckled. Fools.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

The wind was refreshing, as was the tart, pure wine that currently flowed down the delicate streamline of her throat. It was a moment that she lived for, feeling her young, knowledgeable bones quake with relaxation. While, one could never be truly at ease whilst traversing across the rebellious waters of the ocean, Captain Rosaline of the Inquisition could certainly savor this fleeting instant. It was perfect, and despite the rustling, and callings of her crew behind her, she happily relished in the sweet, sweet aroma of success. They had recently bartered, by violent means, a nearby trade-ship. The stock down below had served more than they could possibly had hoped for. It glistened with a plentiful supply of food, ammo and other goods that they could do with. Survival was key, and as they had suffered from shortages plenty of times, they were certainly far from that point at the moment. Their stomachs were full of a hearty, homemade stew, and their pallets were quenched with a divine assortment of liquor. A brief celebration had been called for, despite the fact that they were littered with filth and blood. The men saw nothing wrong with the added attire, but Rosaline, she kept herself in pristine shape. Any man to serve beneath a woman was deemed to be out of their right mind. Yet, if one was smart, they certainly wouldn't judge her by appearance. She had been trained by the sorely best, and as her father's resentment for receiving a young girl, instead of a lad, often made show, he hadn't shunned her. His criticism had strengthened the bonds of her love for the sea, and made her quite the captivating leader. Long, flowing auburn hair blew about in a reign of confidence, tickling at the delicate features of the woman's face. She was beautiful. Not hardened, and weathered by the rough environment around her. Oh, no. She was soft, supple, and honorably desired by many men, and a few women. Rosaline used her beauty as an advantage, given that it had often produced, a means of empowerment. Not only was she a cold, direct killer, but charmingly seducing. She could smile the buckle off of a man's trousers with little trouble, and manage to ease him of his pocket change, too. Oui! Cap'n, we got some company! The call was one she yearned not to hear, and slowly, she turned about, swiveling on the heels of her boots. Over yonder, she could see a ship nearing them, and without having to give a guess, she let her plump, reddened lips curl into a sweet, expecting smile. Seems we do have company, Barles. I do say, get her ready for combat. We'll need all the hands we can get, she murmured, and soon enough, the stoic, pudgy man was shouting off commands, leaving the woman to size up her opponent. How long had they been following? That was quite the curious case, and feeling a bit cheated, she tossed away her flask of wine, and made her way to her quarters. She needed to suit up, and now.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

She's lookin' like a bit o' a problem, Cap'n. That's one big vessel... While Barles was merely speaking the truth, Rosaline didn't much approve of his doubt. Certainly they had fought plenty of well-sized, and readied ships. They had often trudged away by the skin of their teeth, but never, had she met her match. This was impressive, given that most men were often thrown for a loop after years of sea work. This woman, however, had sailed the seven seas with utmost importance, for nearly twenty six years. Her father had met his demise on land, and thus forced her, to take the wheel. At the young age of sixteen, she was surrounded by men who could have willingly overpowered her. Yet, out of respect for their late Captain, and belief in his teachings, they allowed for the youngling to make her stand. Though she is large...and most certainly holds an impressive amount of gander, she can very well fail at holding her load. Our lovely Inquisition is very wise, and we know her movements like a lover. I dare say your negativity is putting the others on edge, she quipped, folding sinewy arms across her plump chest. She stood, about a foot shorter than Barles, looking every bit the proper lady. However, her garbs were anything but lacy. She wore a flowing, loose tunic. The neckline, plunging down towards the valley of her breasts. Fitted, sinfully tight black trousers covered her lower half, which was decorated in a leather holster, sheath and clumsy belt. Boots, which rose up to her knees and above, were glistening, not with oil, but rather, a sticky essence of life. She hadn't bothered in cleaning off the leather just yet, and found no point in doing it presently, given their current situation. She would deal with the mess along her deck, as it comforted them all, in knowing that they were very much able to shed blood. Do we have the canons ready, the masts high, the guns loaded and our dicks in place, boys, she crooned, giggling as the gruff crew gave her a joyous rumble in response. Yes. Let the glorious legion of Naval Officers flood her cabin and take her down. If anything, this death will be one well fought for. They certainly weren't going to be brought down as easily as the vessel before them, would hope so. They were pirates. Ruthless, greedy bastards who thrived on the torture and misfortune of others. They were intelligent, fearsome, and played the game with the instincts of a true fighter. Rosaline, however, wondered what the Captain over yonder, would think, when faced with her wrath. Perhaps he would lose his footing like most. Turn her around, gentleman, we must face our offenders with pride and glory. They're obviously determined in taking us for a run, so, let us give them a dance they will never forget, she exclaimed, and soon enough, the creaking of masts resounded, cries were heard, and she began to meet the progressing enemy with confidence.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

Shes mad. Moore didnt quite know whether he was thinking of the pirate ship as a she because that was the traditional means of referring to vessels, or if it was because of the clearly attractive, buxom woman who appeared to be in command over there. At this particular moment, he didnt really care. Battle was joined, and it would only come sooner versus later as the pirate schooner spun around in his direction and bared her fangs. He looked through the glass one final time at the female captain. She really was a sight to behold, and clearly she had zero compunction about hiding her qualities beneath anything so modest as proper clothing. Moore supposed that made sense, considering the harsh realities of sea life, but the degree to which this hen was showing her feathers was practically embarrassing. Would be shameful, if there werent matters of far greater import afoot. Right lads, shes coming down our throat! Make ready the jaws! He roared, and his men returned the call with a furious battle cry as they manned guns and prepared their personal weapons for the inevitable boarding action. The pirate schooner kept on coming, and he glanced at his stopwatch. Wait for it wait for it now . Port broadside, fire as you bear! Twenty five thundering war guns unleashed their fury almost as one in the direction of the pirate.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

She could easily detect him from afar, and while she would have preferred to have gotten a better, closer look at her admirer, Rosaline didn't quite care for fetching her scope. No, it wouldn't make a difference. She could only assume that one way or another, they would come face to face. This little bit made her smile - those sparkling, pearly whites glistening with a brief bout of excitement. She always had enjoyed close combat, especially when her opponent was one of standing. They often underestimated her, and while they all had good reason to, Rosaline made certain of making them eat their words. A pucker of the lips, and she raised a hand, signaling for Barles to continue on with his commands. They would allow for the first fire to ascend, while they made great distance. They would board, and they would surely lose men. Yet, it would be foolish to stay a good distance, and constantly be maimed with canon after canon. They were well equipped with their own firepower, yet, they weren't foolish enough to believe that they could bring the opposing warfare down, with just that. They needed to take action, and now. Her body slithered across the deck with ease, and hearing the oncoming guns, the splintering of wood, the groans of a few hit with debris, she unsheathed her sword, gripping the ivory clad handle with remembrance. It had belonged to her father, and she wielded it with much pride. Her pistols, were a last resort. Rosaline's true power and triumphant lay within her gracious gift of sword fighting. C'mon boys, give her a taste of her own elixir!! Get those ropes ready and keep the pace up! They gave off their first round, and while the winds were picking up, and the bodies of their wooden ladies were nearly touching, Rosaline kept at her station, watching, and waiting.
Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

Moore quickly realized the womans plan, and took a bit of time to admire her gall while he still had the opportunity. True, it was her only chance, else the broadside would annihilate her, a fact made clear as the deck beneath his feet rumbled as another round of cannon unleashed its fury into the pirate. But to attempt a boarding action, outnumbered and likely out-matched man for man, against a warship?!? She was the boldest, craziest pirate hed ever thought could possibly live. Much as his ideology told him that was impossible, for she was a woman, his instinct rebutted with the fact that crossing swords with a skilled and bold fighter was a matter irrelevant to plumbing. And with even forces, he definitely would not want to cross swords with this Amazon of the sea. Thankfully, the combat situation was far from even. All hands, repel boarders! He gestured to the uniformed rifle armed men that stood at the ready on the gun deck. Marines, with me! He drew his prized golden-hilt sabre and took the lead towards the encroaching marauders as they swung across.