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Thread: Hollow Love (CutePhoenix & I)

It only took a couple of minutes to get the girl rather moist downstairs. And whether the hollow realized it or not, it seemed that she was beginning to give in to the desires of her body. It came at a perfect time too as the posessed spirit began to undo his pants, revealing the throbbing shaft within. He was ready to go, ready to thrust this thing into her and feed off of her sexually driven spirit energy. As his pants slid to his ankles, he ripped off what was left of Orihime's clothing, panties and all leaving her nude and vulnderable. With his free hand, he took hold of one of her legs, lifting it to that she wouldn't struggle as much when he began to fuck her senseless. Feed me... the posessed man uttered in response to her pleas, his member now teasing the folds of her pussy before slowly worming its way inside of her.
Thread: Hollow Love (CutePhoenix & I)

Orihime shook her head, eyes full of fear when he said she should feed him, knowing what he meant. Though, she didn't voice any complaints. Especially when he began to push inside of her. It was a very snug fit, and did hurt, but, there was also a fair bit of pleasure, which soon began to replace the pain as more of him went in. Her eyes were closed tight and she raised his arms as if to push him away, but instead, just rested her hands on his shoulders. It seemed she wished to fight him, but could no bring herself to do so. Her body and the pleasure it felt had won. Soon enough, her mind wild welcome it as well.
Thread: Hollow Love (CutePhoenix & I)

as he pushed deeper and deeper, the hollow within the man could soon feel the pleasure pulsing from both bodies. The girl no longer showed any resistance to his methods, opting only to rest her arms on his shoulders and moan in pleasure. His member was in deep enough now and the man began the process of thrusting his hips back and forth into her, the force strong enough to cause the girls boobs to flail up and down with each rhythmic movement he made. And as he fucked her, the hollow couldn't help feel a sort of attraction to the girl. An attraction it could perhaps use to his advantage. Yes, if her beauty could indeed attract more men, he could gather more spiritual energy by the bucket load. But the hollow would have to enter and posess Orihime's body in order to do so. This was an easy task for the hollow who could now feel his spiritual posession nearing his orgasm. Harder and harder he pumped for the next five minutes until finally, with an eruption that would fill the hollow nicely until it hungered again, he came. His seed spurted forth into the girl and that's when the hollow made its move. It seemed to merge with the man's seed, becoming as white, liquidy and sticky as the semen this man brought forth. It wiggled its way into her, slowly crawling up her insides and stimulating them as it did so as to drive the girl to a nice long orgasm that would take her mind off of what had just entered her body.
Thread: Hollow Love (CutePhoenix & I)

The hollows plan worked to perfection. It's plan, combined with her lack of experience, lead to Orihime tossing her head back as her back arched sharply, near screaming as she had one hell of an orgasm. Body jerking and spasming as it rippled through every inch of her sexy young body, leaving her completely unaware that the creature was now inside of her body. With her abilities, she normally would have been able to resist at least a little, but her first sexual experience left her physically exhausted, unable to resist or even notice that the thing was snaking it's way through her body, taking her over an inch at a time.
Thread: Hollow Love (CutePhoenix & I)

With the hollow now securely inside Orihime's body, all it had to do now was rest and digest all this wonderful spirit energy it had taken, both from the girl and the guy it posessed. Once it was ready, it would take full control of her body, sending her out to find a new victim who's spirit energy it could eat. As for the guy, he slumped over the girl's body, unconcious, his heartbeat the only sign of his life or lack thereof since he was not amongst the living. He would have no memory of his experience with the beautiful and buxom Orihime Inoue. Only the nightmare of seeing a smallish masked creature descend upon him, leaving him in the darkness for a short time.
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

Being an ex-con was no easy matter. Jobs that were already elusive shrank from him even more. No one in their right mind wanted to put a roof over his head and no one would even think of loaning him money to live on while he got back on his feet. How did the world grow so unforgiving and so cold? How could people continue to live like that? Maybe they never even noticed, maybe they made it like that with their apathy. It did not matter, either way. Vincent would make it right. He wasn't good for anything else. The matter became, how to make this diseased city change? It was so bad, even its so called heroes abandoned it, its colorful crew of criminal crazies left...the place was ripe for a change in management. However, it was not as if Vincent could start up a neighborhood asociation and clean up the streets. Neither the cop, nor the locals would want to be a part of the measures he saw as needed to finish the job. When change will not emerge from with in, it must invade from without. Vincent decided to invade gotham, there was no other reasonable option. His only problem was that an invasion needed an army, and he was fresh out. It did occour to him that he might take advantage of the rampant unemployment and disgusted men who littered the streets itching to fight... --- It had taken a few months of work, but the vigilante had finally managed to pull together a large crew of men willing to help him. Though he was certain that many were simply there to get some easy money. Most were obviously cretins and drug addicts, but it did make them easy to control. All he had to do was dangle a little yeyo or ice in their faces and they fell in line. --- Boss...I hear some wiseass is trying to get the cop on us... one of his more burly associates chimed nervously. And this should bother us how? Vincent growled, his impressively lean, long body leaned over some paperwork and stacks of cash. His 'office' was impossibly neat and organized. Guns and knives of every variety crusted the walls, obscuring the ratty paint on the walls. Well...I mean, its the cops... the brawny, thick man struggled. Have they ever bothered us before, Ronny? Have they? He asked patiently. No... A small smug smile creeped across Vincents face. I have my cock so far down their throats, they can't even breathe with out me knowing. Don't sweat it. Besides, isn't it time you and the boys knocked over that whorehouse on Cain street? He asked pointedly. Yeah...I guess it is...shame though, those girls knew how to suck cock....now where will they go? The boss grimaced angrily. My heart bleeds for you....get your coke addled ass out there before I teach you to suck cock better than the ever could, and if I hear of one woman hurt-- I will cut your balls off and make you my fucktoy...got it? Ronny didn't need telling twice.
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

Cain street had lots of fun memories. Like that time when Joker cause a ten car pile up, and she had to clean up the mess. So much fun. No, the real reason she came around here was because she needed to liberate some people who deserved it. See, the whorehouse here was still partially under Joker's wing. His sadism was ever so catching to the little fanboys that crept up in his wake were well...annoying to say the least. Harley did try to avoid killing when she could, however she was beginning to have quite the reputation building with the amount of uncreative-punk ass blood on her hands.
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

Ronny and his crew had suited up and loaded themselves with guns in preparation for yet another robberytakeover of a brothel. They never did anything with them, like run them for profit, all vincent ever did was renovate and sell or use them for 'regional bases'. It often left the grunts wondering what his deal was. He was making money, hand over fist, but he didn't really have any true street presence. They didn't sell any drugs, though they stole tonnes, didn't pimp any bitches, and no protection money either. Still, the group had fun knocking over all of those crack dens, whorehouses and smugglers warehouses. So it all evened out. They still got all the drugs they could want, free as long as they stayed in line. Fifteen minutes later, the large, heavily armed group burst into the brothel and made their intent known. Alright! This shithole is under new management! Courtesy of the reapers! Ladies of the night, you can stay till we split the money. Johns, get the fuck out before we blow you to kingdom come! Ronny announced loudly as he kicked a fat, balding, corporate looking man in his face brutally. But first, pimps, come out with your hands up. Or we kill every man in here till we find you. That's more fun-- by the way! So please, hide like the dickless cowards you are! Ronny was pissed as could be that the boss had turned him down, again, when he asked to keep a ho, so he decided to make himself look like a hero on the off chance that one of them might ask to be his. It didn't take too long for a small troupe of flamboiantly dressed lowlifes to slink out of the shadows and get on their knees. Look man, I know you can appriciate a fine bitch... a pale pimp in purple fur and blond dreads piped up.so how about you pick some of these girls and I will give you a nice fat wad of cash every damn week man...every week. Just let me go on working this street.okay? He pleaded, trying to get a hand hold to leverage himself with. The group looked rather excited at that thought, having a woman to call on for sex was a wonderful prospect to them. Ronny, however, was unimpressed. Fuck you fag... he launched a swift kick to his palid face and turned it red with blood. I could have all of these 'bitches' as you call them. But they deserve to be free. He was on a roll, some one of those skilled women had to want him by then...
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

She laughed. This couldn't be happening. Not in her city, not in her, very, very, well known territory. She watched as women slowly scrambled to the back exiting through broken windows, or to warn their friends upstairs, johns booked it the fastest, and the few pimps that were around tried to blend in with them, but there was no hiding the needle tracks and manicured hands from her trained eye. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. This was just going to be too easy. She walked forward, placing a hand on Ronny's shoulder. Excuse me, gentlemen. I seem to be missing something. Reapers did you say? Her voice was almost sing-song as she crooned to the amored men as more people despersed.
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

A chuckle. One of these guys....yup, she had seen it before. Obviously he wasn't the boss but he was pretending to be. No leader has to try this hard to get other's to follow them, it was either fear, or power, or honest respect that allowed one to have a place of power within a group. Not violent showmanship and OBVIOUS Love me love me attitudes. People were leaving as fast as they could find a hole to get out of the building, pimps being tripped and betrayed for the ease of escape it brought others. Within a few very short moments, Harley was on the floor, legs crossed, giggling at the more or less pathetic attempt at leadership Ronny tried. The three pimps on the ground around her were in various states of wheezing and bloody and were in no position to drown out her laughter. Big shot boss, eh? I can get behind that. To bad you don't know a single cotttin' pickin' thing about this here establishment. She said playfully mimicking a southern accent in her sing-song voice. Maybe, just maybe it's because, her eyes flashed something dangerous and a long toothy grin broke over her face, You don't belong here. Do ya puddin'? You are far away from mommy aren'tcha? Another long giggle came as she looked at the faces in front of her. Oh but how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Harley. Harley Quinn that is. I run a little operation you...what was it again? Creepers? Squeakers? Probably heard of. Called the Banshees. And you, are trespassing. She watched the men move around her and she got up almost lazily, cracking her neck and her knuckles at the same time. Don't you know better than to just show up unannounced into a Lady's house? OR.... She gritted her teeth, cocking her head to the side, Her territory?
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

The rest of the drug pumped posse shrank at the sight of the once love of the clown prince, knowing what she was capable of. Ronny was, as usual, undaunted, quite the opposite, Ronny's ego swelled as he eyed the lovely, mad woman. You know what they say about great men...how about you be my great woman, I hear the Joker is out. A woman like you deserves a man who can appreciate how perfect you are... Don't ya think? A woman like Harley Quinn would surely give him enough clout to be his own boss. But let's focus on the important thing. These women are free and they are safe. I know you can agree with that. Your reputation precedes you, all that chaos and mayhem...you just want to have a little fun right? Most people bought his easy going act till it was too late, the thugish grunt prayed that Harley would too.High on the victory of his total conquest, something told him that he had a shot in hell at landing that high caliber woman. If she was as crazy as he had heard, Ronny could only imagine how wild she was in bed. He could only dream of the pair they would make. While Ronny imagined, a scrawny little backroom accountant emerged from one of the upstairs bedrooms, naked--save for a pair of MAC-10's in his boney hands. you motherfuckers! I got a good life here, bitches on demand and I finally got some power, you don't get to mess that up! He hollered angrily, obviously unhinged by stress. Not one of the raiders could react in time to dodge the hard rain that fell from the sky. Except for Ronnie, who dove like a rabbit for cover and fumbled with his gun as he returned fire blindly. None of the thirty-two bullets in the massive uzi clip landed remotely near the basement dweller. Aaaaahhhh fuuuuuk you! Ronny screamed, hands scrambling for a fresh clip.
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

It was a strange sensation, and the woman had known it before. Coppery on the tongue wet starting to drip down her side. It was only a moment that she closed her eyes, but that's all it took. Harleen! Shhhh, it will be okay, Mama is here--fight it darling. It hurts. I know baby, shhh. You'll be okay. Her head was cradled in softness as warm hands disinfected her shoulder. She saw long silky red. It dripped into her eyes. Hot white pain seared into her shoulder and soon took over her body. Strong arms were rocking her trying to soothe her screams with soft singing that swirled like pollen in the air. The force of the shot made her fall back to the ground but it was only temporary. She could already feel her body healing. The shrapnel left over would wither be processed with a serious stomach ache later, or would simply dissolve from the new chemicals in her body. What damage the shot did do were two completely irreversible things that Ronny and these Squeakers would pay for. First, her suit now had a pretty large hole in it, thanks to Ronny's half-assed attempt at returning fire. Second, she had her own blood under her fingernails, and that just wouldn't do. She opened her eyes, noting she was flat on her stomach with her ears ringing angrily from all the gunfire. The naked man was squarely in front of her, probably thinking she was dead, as well as she could see Ronny cowering in the back. Typical men. Everything's dick waving competition to them. In a sift movement she reached forward and grabbed the self-loathing little clerk's ankle and pulled at the joint. With the new boosts Mama Ivy set her up with it was only mildly surprising at the loud wet crunch that his foot had after the fucker completely crashed on his face. She estimated that he wasn't going to wake up for a while but to be certain she arose calmly dusted herself off best she could, and aimed a sharp kick at the accountant's head. She gave a small whistle, as to call a puppy. Here squakers! Come here. Little mother fucker shot me and I deserve some clean fucking clothes!
Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

None of the would be invaders answered on account of being shot--not dead, thanks to the heavy armor that cradled their bodies, but still very much in shock. Meanwhile, Ronnie began celebrating his blinding victory by marching out of cover and whooping. That's right you stupid, motherfucking piece of shit! That's what you get for underestimating a lady like Harley Quinn! He was clearly back on track since his life wasn't in danger anymore. So, how about it lovely? He said a perfectly confidant smile on his face.I get you some new threads and we hit the town for a little havoc? If Vincent were there, he would surely have castrated the self serving coke addict on the spot. Even though they were druggies of various kinds, they deserved a little compassion, and at the very least some medical care. As it stood though, Ronnie was clearly more concerned with getting some ass than with caring for his team. --- Meanwhile, in Vincent's warehouse base, the chief reaper himself sat back and brooded over the state of Gotham. He was clearly making a difference, but it was far from fast enough, even worse-- there was a new super drug on the streets that threatened to undo all of his hard won progress. Edwardo, he barked into the nearby intercom. Have you managed to find a dealer that can get us some 'rind'? Usually he did ground work himself, but seeing as the drug world was full of paranoia, one wrong word would easily get him shot, two would likely result in the loss of his balls and he didn't even want to contemplate what three wrong words would incour. His only real comfort was that the GPD was having just as poor a time as he was, if not worse. The 'agents' reply came very slowly. Yes, I got two guys who claim they can get some rind, but they want to do wholesale...either they are blowing smoke or.... Or their lords are on to us and have set a trap. When do they want to meet? Edwardo's shock was nearly visible, even over the speaker. Uhhh...Saturday, at the foo-gue bar and grill. Surely, that was a sign that he had caught someones attention. Usually a drug deal like that took place in a dive bar, not an all night club. Vincent mulled his options for a moment. I suddenly feel like going clubbing, how about you?
Thread: just a quick search. | dominant - ff, fm, or mm |

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Thread: just a quick search. | dominant - ff, fm, or mm |

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Thread: just a quick search. | dominant - ff, fm, or mm |

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Thread: Changing Tides

The slave markets, a place full of lust, terror, defeat, rage, and hope. Their a place where a simple division of people exist, those with rights, and those without. Usually only attracting the more unsavory characteristics, sometimes a diamond enters, usually in the form of some rich noble with a crude desire to rule over others like a king. However, this time a tall figure wearing two katanas at his hips, several cloaks that although together covered him up well looked merely like rags, but still were unable to hide the hardened wiry physique of a warrior accustomed to bothe speed and strength. The only really visible part of his face however was a single crimson scar over one eye. To the casual ovservor he might appear like a simple beggar with unusual weapons, get closer however and the lethality of this warrior was unmistakable. Finally to the local slavers who had good eyes, they could tell he was somone not to cross and someone with money. As the warrior looked around he searched the slaves looking for one with that special something, some tried to hide, others tried to present themselves to him, and a very few still had a drive for freedom. It was these that piqued his interest, afterall a slave with a real will was always more interesting than one that feared you, or was more of a whore. Not to mention you get their loyalty, and that loyalty will be stronger than any other.
Thread: Changing Tides

Brenna screamed against the cloth gag in her mouth, just like the few others who still had a will to fight. The girl was chained to a pole like the other slave girls on display, her arms raised above her head and her ankles chained together with shackles and a short chain between them. Red hair and green eyes characterized the feisty little girl, white ears on her head and a long, white tail streaming out behind her. She wore a simple grey dress, whih hugged her body a little too much. Her bare feet scrambled for purchase on the ground. She scrambled away from the pole, only to get pulled back. The little neko screamed that she didn't belong here, that she was an heiress. When she had gone out riding, Slavers had come after her, hired by her greedy brother. She couldn't believe he would sell her for her inheritance. She saw a man coming down the row, looking at the girls. He was only paying attention to the feisty ones. She whimpered and shied away, still screaming and shaking her head.
Thread: Changing Tides

When the warrior came to Brenna he paused, his interest piqued. Looking at her his gaze a penetrating stare, he saw something interesting in her. Noticing his interest the slave broker of this section came over and tried to sell her out right. The warrior held a hand up to signal him to hold. He went over and examined her first he snapped his fingers in her ears to see their reaction, then he stroked the outer edges, pinching them and looking at them through the light, next he moved one hand under her chin to hold her head and moved his other to part her lips to see her teeth. After examining them he moved quickly to her breasts, touching, stroking, and squeezing them and her nipples. Next he moved to her legs feeling them, analyzing them. After all that he ended by grabing her pussy, stroking it with his adept fingers, occasionally entering her. All the while doing this he was methodical, not harming her, but also not sparing her discomfort or embarassment. For all anyone might care she was just a piece of meat. Finally done, he pulled away and looked at her, he knew right away that she was a fine slave, in body if not in mind. She wasn't overly skinny, nor fat either, she was the epitome of physical beauty, but he could tell there was a fire in her, and that is what interested him most. He surmised that she was originally somone of high birth, but most likely had been sold into slavery to either get to her wealth, or too cover their own losses. In a way he pittied her, and let it show in his eyes some compassion to her, but after but a moment he hardened his look. He needed to show her that he could be kind and understanding, but also that he could care less as well from the outset. Backing away some more he motioned the slaver to come closer and began talking about her price. His asking price being 20 gold pieces. After a moment of haggling he brought it down to 10 gold pieces, and handed him the money. Then went over to Brenna and in a dark threatening voice spoke to her for the first time. You're life is now over, what you were, and ever could have been is no more, you are a slave now, and you are my slave. You are property, obey me, and this can be easy and maybe even enjoyable for you, resist, and disobey and this will be difficult and painful. Then he proceded to untie her.