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Thread: Simtech Character Profiles

The Basics Name Loyal Bayard Bancouer. Age 33 years old. Nickname Fossoyeur -- by those who find him less than likeable. To what few fans he has, he is simply known by his name. Birthday February 13th. Place Of Origin Born in Anchorage, Alaska. Home in La Rochelle, France. Claimed birthplace. Team Affiliation -- Muscle Good. Aim Superb. Fitness Great. Intellect Fine. Common Sense Great. Charm Poor. Gear Keep this blank for the moment Appearance Hair Color Black. Eye Color Blue. Weight 198lbs. Height 6'1. Basic Physical Description Loyal is a former soldier, and his physique shows it. He has arms decorated in a variety of tattoos, and well-toned muscle from years spent in harsh combat environments before ever coming to the Simtech fields. Other Features His arms and back are covered in a variety of tattoos almost too numerous to list, mostly tribal in nature, and with several referencing the Foreign Legion. Across his body are a number of scars, none major enough to note any specific notice to the casual observor. Visual Representation Background Personality Quiet to the point of seeming rude, he is not the kind to try pleasing fans. History Born in Anchorage, Alaska as Clayton Whitney, he lived a relatively normal life. One day, as if on an urge of wonder-lust, he set off for Paris, and enlisted in the Foreign Legion. When he came out, he was a rather quiet, scarred, and angry individual who went in to work as a PMC agent. Finding it rather unrewarding, he turned to the wargames. Family Father DECEASED, mother, two sisters. All of his family is currently unaware of his new identity since he left the United States. Likes Heavy metal, reading, exercise, fishing, target practice, finer wines when he can afford them, and swimming. Dislikes Pears, people complaining too much, and being unarmed are his chief dislikes. People in general, even those on his team, could also be considered among them. He is quite hard to please. Fears On the minor side, Loyal has a fearweariness of heavy fog -- especially in combination with close urban environments such as alleys or closed-in back streets. On the more extreme side, it would not be a lie to say that his dislike of others could better be described as a fear of what would happen if he trusts them and gets too close. Best Memoryies Graduating his training in to the French Foreign Legion. Worst Memoryies May 17th, the day he lost some of the closest friends he had after being captured in a classified Legion airborne operation. Favorite Colors Red or white. Sexual OrientationRoleExperience Some would say he doesn't have one, but he is straight. Naturally, he is more of a dominant sort, and over the years he has seen more than just his own bedroom in the morning.
Thread: MxM Want Ads

Instead of MALE could we have want ads by M x F and M x M?? Or at least mandate labeling threads? If I have to look at one more MxF already in hopes of finding MxM, I am likely to start cursing and throwing the cat. And the cat hates that. Come on, please? Its even logical and improves browsing....
Thread: MxM Want Ads

Usually within the thread someone will state what they are looking for - not everyone is going to label their thread titles accordingly. This has been asked about before. There's no real reason to force people to label their thread titles or create separate sections since what people want will be within the thread.
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

Nathaniel - Maurice De'sade Agnessa Borsch Fiona Puta
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

In all honesty, he was disappointed that the beautiful Agnessa was easily broken, becoming compliant the moment he tortured her with repeated orgasms. Of course Fiona put up quite the fight before shortly passing out from a sensory overload when her pussy became just too tender and when the pain became just too much. Since then, she would gladly perform oral sex to him, drinking his semen for 'breakfast' before being fed a simple meal of cold pancakes and milk in a dog bowl. But for the defiant, meals consisted nothing more of a vibrator that would force Fiona into orgasms and water. If only she would grow common sense and see that following orders was her true calling in life. Oh he would savor breaking in this feisty lawyer. Taking up his drink, he spat into Agnessa's cheek and took a drink. This was the life. A subservient woman who would suffer gladly for him and a rebellious sex slave who required breaking. I do agree our little Pussy needs some more punishment, isn't that correct Cunt? he asked, awaiting for her response. Then, placing the cup back into her hands to chill, he reached out to the small black box that controlled the vibrators. Setting the two a little higher, the buzz of the vibrator coming from her pussy grew slightly louder. You seem to be enjoying this, Pussy. Can you tell me how many times you've cummed now? Knowing that he expected a clean-cut answer, he then turned towards Agnessa. Did YOU keep a track of how many times she cummed, Cunt? he asked, kneeling down as he looping his index finger around the right nipple ring, pulling it slowly to illicit a response from his submissive slave. Yes, Yes and Yes. The only thing she seemed to be programmed to do. Unable to refuse and able only to accept, she would really make a good sale to some pervert overseas. Cupping his hands onto her chin, seeing a single strand of drool fall to his hand made him slap her rather harshly, only to grasp her hair pulling her back up to face him. That was very rude, Cunt. Appologize. he demanded, standing up as he walked towards Fiona. A single finger stroked her cramping, quivering thighs. Thirty Minutes and Five minutes in this agonizing torture...how are you holding up? he asked, wearing a sickening smirk once he pulled off the clover clamp upon her right nipple, only to reattach it once again after hearing her satisfying scream of pain. Are you ready to suck my dick yet? he asked, stroking her gentle cheeks as the vibrations were spiked up once more...
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

I'll take that as a Yes, Pussy. he whispered, smiling as he reached out for the noose, loosening it away as he kicked the bricks, letting her land her sweaty body before letting her fall gently onto the ground. Her body raw and flustered almost everywhere, reaching down low he ripped away what little was left of her silken panties, tearing away the tatters of her pantyhose as well up to her boots. He made it clear she would not be taking those off any time now. Do you want my cock, Pussy? he asked. How many days has it been since the name Fiona Puta was heard? Ever since the kidnapping, she had been given the moniker 'Pussy', with beatings coming should she not come to attention when he called her by such a name. Bags forming under her eyes, exhaustion took it's toll against her body and showed quite clearly even as the pathetic slave continued to drool gagged like such. Starvation, arousal and exhaustion was sure to tame the feisty woman into a servile piece of meat. Remember, pussy. You only talk when I say you can talk or when I talk to you and expect an answer. Am I clear? he asked, removing the ball gag right away, giving her a chance to close her mouth which had been forced ajar causing her to salivate in the bondage. Of course the vibrator continued to hum and vibrate. Faint traces of her makeup began to drip down, sweat and tears from many humiliating sessions in the days past washing it all away. Cupping her chin, he made her look up, before grasping the nipple chain and pulling it off to cause her considerable pain. Pay attention, Pussy. Don't ever look into my eyes ever again or it may be a shiny pair of nipple rings for you. Grasping Fiona's hair, he forced her to hobble along by squirming on the ground right as he led her up towards his chair. If you try to hurt or insult me again, I'll make sure you stay in bondage until you starve to death! While his threat seemed rather over exaggerated, given how he went through with his 'reward' of piercing Agnessa's nipples it was clear he may not be joking with that after all. Sitting down on the recliner, he placed her right near the seat where he spread his legs slightly. Open my pants with your mouth. I'm sure given all that smart talk you gave in the courtroom would have given you a really capable tongue. Make good use of it for once. he commanded, telling her to remove his pants, his boxers and to service him without using her hands. But of course, the vibrations only continued to distract and arouse her... Meanwhile, he then turned to Agnessa. Cunt, masturbate. he commanded, giving her no tool to help in such. And while you're doing that, count from one to ten. If you stop you'll be be punished as well. he advised her, turning back towards his lovely slave Fiona, satisfied to see the exhausted, almost defeated look upon her face.
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

By this time Fiona may have gotten used to talking slurred with her mouth ajar no doubt cramping and soreness would have taken over being ball-gagged for most of the 3 days she spent in his captivity. He made sure to punish her severely for any act of defiance, whether real or imagined. Using terror and sexual torture to compel her to submission, so far such tactics worked in turning Agnessa into a servile sex slave for him. While he could have used drugs to quickly tame the lawyer, what fun would it be? After all, he found himself relishing in the agonized look that Fiona would give him whether she had went through a sleepless night or at the edge of peril with the noose play he had just put her through. Impatience slowly growing, he grasped her hair, made her look up then slapped her harshly. I didn't ask for a blowjob an hour from now, I demanded one from you earlier and you're not delivering it! Or maybe I should make you cum until your eyes roll into your head permanently? Hoping that the threat would be enough to compel the slut to quicken her attempts to give him the blowjob, feeling her teeth fumble around for his zipper. It was wholly cruel to force Agnessa to try and masturbate even though she wore a leather chastity belt. Of course given the low hum of the penetrating invader from inside it would take quite a bit of time until she would be able to release. Turning his attention back towards Agnessa, he told her Are you ready to cum yet? he asked, hearing her moaning slowly rise while he felt, finally, the cloth from his boxers slowly leave his tender area, revealing his hardened and erect shaft.
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

Fiona cries out when given the hard slap to the face, causing her to release the mans underwear while her head is suddenly jerked to the side from the harsh impact caused by his palm. She whimpers and sobs, sounding so very different than she once was when she first arrived, arrogant and full of energy, but she now looks pathetic while she sits there on her knees while trying to suck the mans cock. She listens to him belittling her while she sits there trembling, feeling so very afraid of the man. After composing herself, she brings her head back to his crotch and gets back to work, gripping his underwear and pants with her teeth as she again tugs. It takes her another minute or two, but she finally manages to get his cock to spring free of the pants. She stares for a few seconds as the first part of her goal has been met, but soon brings her mouth up, parting her lips and getting ready to take him into her mouth. She hesitates for a moment as her thoughts of her resistance runs through her mind, having a hard time believing she has finally give up fighting him, but then feels the pain of starvation as her stomach eats away at itself. She cant help but suck her pride as she brings her mouth over the mans cock, suckling him as she brings her head down upon him. She sobs and whimpers like a pathetic little bitch while she gives the man a blow job, attempting to milk him of his sperm, working to be fed by him. Agnessa continues to try to work herself through the chastity belt, having a hard time of it since she cant get her fingers to make contact with her burning cunt. She wants so much to climax, feeling it coming, but dying down. Mmmm She moans out, feeling her climax coming back once more. She wants to feel the release and soon moans out loudly as she cum, tilting her head back as she feels the pleasure surging through her while her juices drips and forms a puddle under her and between her trembling legs.
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

How the mighty had fallen indeed! Reduced now to merely sucking his cock, forced to endure the seemingly endless arousal the urge to surrender was gradually drilled into her head as the threat of death was very much alive. Applying to both of them, a single trace of defiance was harshly punishable whether by sexual torture or deprivation of necessities. After all, Fiona was given little sleep often struggling in bondage while Agnessa spent most of her time in a cramped cell, a 'reward' from him for obeying his every word. Hearing Agnessa undergo her climax, he too could not hold back the moans. Uhmph...ahhh! Fuck yes that's good! he cried out, grasping her hair rather harshly, pulling along with the rhythm of her head, pulling up when she moves her head up and letting go when she would lower. Ahhh...Oh yes! Ahhnn... he exaggerated the arousal he felt feeling her give him head, just to further stimulate her senses to know that the man who forced her to do so appreciated her giving him a blow job. UUhmng...Unng...unnhhnng...ahhh yes! he cried out softly, filling her oral orifice with his semen. Swallow it all...don't waste any bit of my cum or I'll make you cum five times for that! given just how many orgasms she had endured under that stressful bondage earlier, he hoped she would not take chances. When Agnessa climaxed herself, her legs trembling he slowly walked up to her, hand upon her chin as he pushed Fiona away. Do you want to cum some more, slut? he asked, walking back and dragging Fiona along by her hair close. Holding her face up, she made her look right towards Agnessa. See that, Pussy? That is what you should be like. Be a good girl and act like Cunt. he said, throwing her aside as he took the ball gag. And like all good things, relief was brief as she was once again ball-gagged and cast right beside Agnessa. I am feeling a little generous today. Whoever cums before the other twice will get to sleep on a bed. The other will suffer in bondage for the night. he said, turning both of their vibrators to a very low speed. If both of you cannot cum atleast twice before the time runs out, you will both suffer in bondage. he declared. Smiling as he then watched the orgasm Olympics begin...
Thread: The Disappearance (LataXQB)

Fiona continues to bring her head up and down upon her Masters cock, suckling him and following his instructions as she attempts to milk him of his sperm. She winces and gives out a whimper over his manhood when feeling him painfully grip her hair from the back of her head, feeling him pulling her head up when its time for her to move back before she moves herself back down to take him back inside of her mouth. She finds it so hard to focus on her job while the vibrator in her cunt continues to keep her stimulated and moist, giving her a slight burning sensation since she had been forced to experience the vibrations for a long period of time. It isnt long before she feels the warmth of her masters seed fill her mouth for the first time, coating over her tongue, gums, and teeth before she begins to drink. She listens to his warnings, forcing fear upon her since she doesnt want to experience another orgasm. She had experienced so many orgasms to where she fears it, looking as if she may experience some kind of pain if she cums again. Not wanting to experience that kind of feeling again, she drinks down his sperm, feeling the thick liquid slide down her throat and into her empty stomach. Once everything has been consumed, she pulls her mouth from his cock, leaving him glistening and coated with her saliva. She winces and falls to her side so easily as she is pulled away, showing how weak she has become from being starved and physically abused. Friona is practically like a ragdoll as she is dragged along the floor by her hair, barely making a sound as a little sperm oozes passed her groaning lips, looking so very out of it as she is brought over to Agnessa. She stares with a daze in her eyes, listening to him telling her she should be more like Agnessa before being dropped on the floor next to her. She doesnt resist as the ball gag is forced back into her mouth, feeling the leather tightening before he removes his hands. A confused expression forms on her face while she lies there, listening to him explain that they will be punished if they dont climax twice. She is the more terrified of the two since her arms are still bound behind her. She can already see Agnessa using her fingers to pleasure herself, listening to her moan while she struggles to get to her knees. She breathes rapidly and tries hard to move her hands, but in her position, it is impossible. She can already hear Agnessa reaching her first orgasm while she is still struggling to reach her own climax. Mmmmmm!! She cries out before listening Agnessa reaching her second climax, trembling hard in fear while her body hunches forward in defeat. She was practically set up for failure with her arms bound. She begins sobs softly as tears floors her eyes, afraid being put back into bondage. She isnt sure she could take much more of it.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Sounds very interesting and very challenging. I'm game for it
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

This is... interesting. If you'll have me, at least.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

I'd definitely be interested in this, it sounds like fun.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Great! I'm glad someone answered, so would you all be willing to start later today? I have to be on a plane soon for five hours so I'll be offline. What are your ideas for the title? And also this is now closed to everyone else unless I've personally invited you to join, thanks. I'll go first so that is post post the thread for it as well.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Hrm, Built from scratch or something? It's hard to title when you don't know what's going to be happening but calling it random tends to cast in a bit of a bad light... Iunno...
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

I like that actually! Good thinking Kaybee, Random would probably get us shut down. 00 So that's it then Built from scratch. ....I have the Dramatic Song stuck in my head, by the amazing Tobuscus. Watch it now or perish in the pits of..the pits of, a zoo! tTTt douchebag brain
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Ah, yes, the song your grandma wouldn't understand. At any rate, should we start up a thread, and do we have established characters getting into random shenanigans? Heh. Shenanigans. I love Shenanigans. Even the word is fun. Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans Shenanigans. Alright, I'm done now. ...Shenanigans. Sorry, one more. Alright, now I'm done.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

No it's completely random, well I mean you have the idea in your head but we have no forms or anything like that. Lol that word is fun but I like this one Methionylglutaminylarginyltyrosylglutamyl...serine. Yesss, Methionylglutaminylarginyltyrosylglutamyl...serine. -evil Mr. Burns hands-
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

So when's this thread going to go up? Are you starting us off Simply?
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Uh... is... is this still on? Because if Simply doesn't want to start it, then I volunteer my services.
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

Lol sorry my Internet was down, so I didn't have access to you guys obviously I'll put it up now, and General if you wanna start it I'm fine wit that 3
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

And it is up! Enjoy the randomness!
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

I think you mean Fear the Randomness
Thread: Idea - looking for 3/4 people

I agree with Kaybee
Thread: The Cowgirl and the Carny

I'd be willing to roleplay with you, as long as I'm not required to post that much every time. Micah Brewster, or as he's known in the carnival business, Magical Mike, is about six and a half feet tall. He's athletic, not overly muscular, with skin that varies from pale to dark Mediterranean. He has shoulder-length, thick, wavy, dark brown hair, usually pulled back into a pony tail, and hazel eyes that shift between blue, green, and gray. His usual outfit is a black tailcoat tuxedo and black bandanna, but when they're travelling, he wears jeans, croc-skin boots, snakeskin belt, western shirt, and stetson. Everything he wears is black except for the solid silver 'hub cap' he uses for a belt buckle.
Thread: The Cowgirl and the Carny

Hey Razorback Your interest in co-writing this story with me is greatly appreciated. However, I do prefer to write with someone who will at least give me 2 - 3 paragraphs when heshe posts. Sorry, but I don't think we would be a good match. Good luck to you with your writing endeavors. Cami
Thread: The Cowgirl and the Carny

This request has been filled. To each of you who PM'ed your interest in co-writing this story idea with me, a big thank you. I look forward to further development on this story idea and getting it posted in the open forums threads soon. taboo, probably. Thanks again, Cami
Thread: Sister Witch and Witch Hunter Brother (suicidal butterfly)

Tom sighed, taking a drink of the Dr. Pepper that he had ordered around five minutes ago. He wore a dark green button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. His leather jacket was on his chair, The restaurant he and his sister were meeting up at wasn't a five star restaurant in the least, but it was nice, casual, well lit... public. He always loved public places for meetings, even if it was with his kin. An old habit he had attained early on in his career as a witch hunter. He had just finished his training, relatively speaking. Six months ago, a few days after his twenty first birthday, when he killed his first witch. It wasn't the first he met, but it was his first dead witch. His only witch, too. He didn't like the All Witches Are Evil because We Say So ideal of the Witch Hunters. Old order laws said it was the will of God, he said it was the will of people who didn't understand much beyond If it's hostile, kill it. He didn't care if someone was a witch or not, as long as they didn't throw fireballs at his face. He wouldn't share this opinion out loud, he wasn't suicidal, but if he ran into a witch, he'd give her the chance to run. Tom chuckled as he took another drink of his Dr. Pepper. He was, literally, the worst witch hunter ever. And he was fine with that. He looked around and saw his sister in the door way and waved her over, smiling. He hadn't seen his sister in, what, six years? Seven? He'd lost count.