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Thread: Kat's poor adventures [Potatolord X shamelessdesires]

Rebecca walked back and forth across the living room floor pacing, peering through the living room window. Finally she saw a car pull into the driveway and little miss popular coming out. Thank god mom and dad won't be home till tonight, she said aloud to herself. Her preperations were complete.... She already had her Iphone set on video mode when Kat knocked. come on in, she said sweetly.... as soon as the girl came in however, Rebecca's attitude changed. Take off your clothes, she ordered her. don't forget, I can smear you if you don't cooperate.... Recording as the girl stripped, she still knew Kat would fight her every chance she got. She had to break her. Going to her parent's bedroom, she brought out her father's belt....do as I tell you, or else.... To show she meant business, Rebecca swatted the girl's ass hard. Now, she ordered...get on all fours and follow me... They ended up in the garage....Rebecca's Dad had an overhead engine hoist....she made Kat stand up, tied her wrists and attached it to chains on the hoist and began to pull on it, raising the girl's arms high over her head, almost bringing her feet off the floor. 'almost forgot, she said....I need something to keep you quiet.... She brought over a clean rag, stuffed it in the girl's mouth then sealed it shut with duct tape. Your'e gonna be my fuck toy, she said, belt in hand as she slowly walked around the struggling girl. Your'e gonna come over here whenever I call or I'll not only release that video you were stupid enough to send, but I'll send the one I just shot of you nude on all fours as well....
Thread: Kat's poor adventures [Potatolord X shamelessdesires]

Kat opened the door, not sure what to expect but this was definitely not what she had in her mind. She didn't know that Rebecca would go to this extent. Initially, she was reluctant to strip but once she heard about her video being released, she complied. Unaware of the camera, she took off her top before she pulled down her mini skirt. She covered her breasts with her arms while she used her hands to cover her pussy. She saw rebecca with the belt and she said No, don't you dare. Don't you... As Kat was about to finish that sentence, she felt a hard hit on her ass and she shouted out in pain Ahhhhh. Kat was angry as she got hit for nothing, she wasn't even given any instructions. As she was ordered, she got down on all fours. It was uncomfortable and it was hurting her knees. Nonetheless, she followed Rebecca although her speed was very slow. They end up in the garage, and Kat stood up as asked. Her wrists were chained and soon it was raised above her head. SHe was resisting but at this point, it was already too late, no matter what she did, she couldn't escape from those bindings. She was tip-toing and all that pressure on her wrists were hurting her. Her face grimaced in discomfort as she said Hey, let me down you bitch, it hurts. I can't do...mmmmphhhh She struggled as Rebecca stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth. She shook her head as the duct tape secured it in position. She shook her head and struggled when Rebecca said she was to be her fuck toy. Kat was angry, her fface turning red as she tried to kick Rebecca but she was out of reach. Nudes on all fours? That bitch tricked me again Kat thought to herself angrily.
Thread: Fill me up. All welcome

Cinnamon said Hi I am Cinnamon! I am looking for males or females who would like to rp with me. I am looking especially for rp's with inflationimpregnation. I love the idea of having my womb inflated with gallons of cum till I look pregnant. And my biggest kink is breast expansion, I just love to have my breasts forcibly swollen bigger and bigger. So anyone who wants to have some fun or do something dark or whatever you would enjoy doing with me. I am here to play Click to expand... Hi there, I am interested in a rp as well! I am M 25.
Thread: The Bellemondo Family (Gothic EuroGuro Family rp)

I had previously posted this in another account but I was unable to log in on time to save it. I want to do an addams family style rp. I play the split personalitied matriarch of the family. Lullaby She is a happy, bright person, she enjoys helping others, even if it leads to their deaths. Though, she will rarely do these things, she is the more positive and kindly version of herself. Fever Dream Sonnet Fever Dream Sonnet is brash, hot headed and quick to lash out in her wickedness. Lullaby takes this form when accidentally drinking cows milk, being over excited, or being exposed to the pollen of any flower except roses. Roses are the only flowers she can stand, but if Fever Dream Sonnet is pricked by a rose thorn or touched by even the petals, she will change back to Lullaby. Symphony Like A Baroque Nightmare She takes this form at will or under circumstances of extreme duress or in dangerous or highly stressful situations. He is her true form, uninhibited by moral values and humanitarianism. He enjoys tormenting the innocent in various ways. SYMPHONY LIKE A BAROQUE NIGHTMARE, SYMPHONY or BAROQUE NIGHTMARE as he is called, is a cold, ice hearted, cynical, prudish, pessimistic, sadomasochistic, unprincipled narcissistic exhibitionist with a taste for all things classical and grotesque. He is a creature known as a Nightmare, that feeds from the blood and dreams of mortals, turning their sweet slumber into horrendous terror fueled spirals into insanity and suffering. He watches over the crypt of his sister Opera Of A Lucid Dreamer, she is the only thing that he shows any sort of compassion or kindness toward. However if asked, or pressed on the subject his words are biting and laced with malice, he resents her for quote, 'leaving him all alone in this world, she was a three day old newborn when she was laid in that glass coffin, we grew together, born at the same time, but separated far too early for it to matter much, she may lay dead, but I, am far deader than she...'. He would do anything for the one that he loved, no matter how his heart is covered in ice and stone.
Thread: Sexy werewolf (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

Night was almost coming and Dane was having trouble getting to the exit of this dark and thick forest. He was lost for hours after deciding to hike back to hsi car, wanting to go home. He thought hiking in the woods would be a good way to clear his mind, to forget about his cheating wife...but it only barely work. All he got was hurt feelings and mosquito bites. Ugh...why did I think this was a good idea to hike this late. It's even too dark to make camp...ugghh..just great. Dane mumbled, wanting nothing else but to find his car and get out of here. He just seems to be crashing into more and more problems. He kept going through bushes and tree branches, getting scratched all over. Just wonderful Dane said in sarcasm This night can't get any worse
Thread: Yakuza/ Japanese Syndicate rp?

I'd like to hear more.
Thread: Yakuza/ Japanese Syndicate rp?

I JUST now saw this! I will message you.
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

What is something you've researched before that has definitely landed you on a government watch list? I've looked up everything from how to make cocaine, to pipe bombs, to tracing phone calls and finally, the best way to get rid of a body.
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

Interesting, I've researched forensics and evidencebody disposal, serial killer profiling, burglary tools, hacking, torture methods, and taken a few Am I a Psychopath Sociopath? quizzes to determine some of the supposed traits, amongst other things. Luckily, I implicitly trust my Government not to spy on me!
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

Mr Quixotic said Interesting, I've researched forensics and evidencebody disposal, serial killer profiling, burglary tools, hacking, torture methods, and taken a few Am I a Psychopath Sociopath? quizzes to determine some of the supposed traits, amongst other things. Luckily, I implicitly trust my Government not to spy on me! Click to expand... Yes! I've done a lot of research on the differences between psychossocios, as well as looked up a lot of unsolved murders or disappearances. Torture is one I haven't really looked up - I've let my imagination run with that one - but I have looked up testimonies of folks who have been tortured to read how they say certain things felt. Poison is another thing I've looked up before. All of it leaves my mind after I've written about it, though, unless it's something I've used multiple times the information is usually purged when I research something new.
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

I didn't look for the torture in detail, more just various methods. Most interesting were the medieval ones. Oh, also Devil Worship, and research on whether snuff films truly exist, or are a myth. Currently I'm looking up Voodoo. Now that I see all that, even I'm starting to worry. Maybe I should be on a watch-list!
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

Maybe you already are! D
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

MercuryRisen said Maybe you already are! D Click to expand... Fortunately, I've also researched how to cover my tracks
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

That's probably what put you on the list. . Watch this guy - he's learning how to dodge us!
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

Explosives. And pyrotechnics. They're interesting. Stuff like sodium- the dancing metal. And fireworks. And I'm a chemist, not a terorist.
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

My favorite was the time I looked up information on handguns, the Metropolitan Police, Chinese liquor, the amount of energy released by an atomic bomb, black holes, the Reichstag, and clubwear. All for a single post. I'm certain that got some attention. Even if it was just some analyst wondering what the hell they all had in common.
Thread: Search History: Whats Landed You On A Watch List?

Asphodel - Ha! I love that! TheCorsair - for one post?! That's amazing. I bet it was a wicked post!
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

Eyewitnesses claim to have seen a flying woman in the downtown area-- --true that your 'anonymous informant' is this so-called superhero-- --reported that she burst through the wall-- --attempted robbery prevented today by a costumed vigilante-- --just swooped down, grabbed the car, lifted it right off the highway-- --thanks to this city's own guardian angel. Our hero. He had seen all of the footage a hundred times before. Every scrap of information collected by the press or police, he had poured over for months. At first he was gathering tactical information even as powerful as he had become, it didn't hurt to have every advantage. But now he watched the videos again and again in anticipation, of the prize he was about to claim. At the same time he had been studying his prey, he had been honing his skills as a predator. He was cautious at first, secretive, but little by little he had become bolder. At first he had left messages at the scene of his crimes, nothing that could trace back to him, but enough to impress a single word on the city's consciousness Apex. It was the name he had chosen for himself, and over the past year he had made it synonymous with fear and death, but he had still never left a trace until now. Now that he was ready, he had left more than a trace--he had left a trail , although it was still not something the police would ever find, not with their hands tied by procedure and rules. Only someone with as little regard for the law as himself would find his base. That's how Apex knew it would be her. And he could hardly wait...
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

Apex. A name on police white boards, strings running between a thousand different pictures and evidence baggies. Of course the police didn't have everything. Not enough to start seeing the same clues. Sam couldn't blame them - solely - for incompetence when she'd been plucking her own evidence from the scenes before police cruisers and heavy handed detectives could come along to wreck everything in a rampant crusade to declare things unrelated incidents. They hadn't seen the truth for the longest time. Maybe they hadn't wanted to. One being beyond their controls was bad enough. Even after three years there were people certain that Sam Traynor, or the Crow as she was known, did her best to remain outside the law. That because she was different, a metahuman, that she secretly wanted to use her powers to rule over them all. When in reality Sam wanted nothing more than to keep the people of the city safe. It was just that - collateral damage could be hard to limit. Why had she pulled up the draw bridge, rending supports beyond repair? She could have just sunk the ship into the harbor - hijackers, hostages, and all. Why had she swooped down to save cars - and then place them admittedly haphazardly on rooftops? She could have punched the semi hard enough to cave in the cab and jack-knifed it on a crowded overpass instead of ten miles further out where she stopped it instead. And it was a good thing she'd managed to reign herself in - it had been two solid weeks before she felt comfortable with glassware again after her powers first emerged. And restraint, or what little she'd learned, had proven helpful over the last year. Evidence that would have been lost was instead recovered. In the lighthouse island-turned-lair off the coast where Crow had established her resources there was a growing treasure trove of details and clues. What had once been a few hints here and there had grown over months of careful collection and deduction had made an ever growing file on the mysterious Apex figure that had been plauging the city - her city. Oh she could have made a million comments on the name. On how the person who went by it clearly considered themselves to be an apex human predator. They'd been leaving bread crumbs and before too long it had become obvious that the clues were purposefully too obscure for the police to pick up. To protected by their red tape and rules. They were obvious anymore. Goading her. And telling her precisely where she needed to go. She'd thrown on her suit, the two piece metal mask with downturned mouth cover that had given her a distinctive visage and name, and had taken off into the air. First out over the sea at a low altitude to hide in the dark of the night frlm observors, then gaining altitude and banking back to the city - heading for where all the accumulated clues had been pointing her so far. She'd find this Apex, or get closer still. Either way she'd win.
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

A small beep came from the console, alerting Apex of an aerial approach. He reviewed the data quickly judging by the size, speed, and altitude of the blip on the radar, he could safely assume it was the Crow. He turned off all the videos he had been watching and instead activated his advanced security systems. This subway station had been abandoned for years, so normally there wasn't much need for security. A few padlocks and some motion sensitive cameras had been enough to keep things under control. But as he had prepared to finally meet the Crow for the first time, he had set up a nice welcome for her. Blast doors, electrified barriers, a sealed room that could be filled with gas... he very much doubted any of it would do much more than wear her out a little, but a little was not nothing. As with the research, he would take every advantage he could get. Besides, if he didn't put up some show of resistance, she would probably leave. She would either assume the place really was as abandoned as it appeared at first glance, or conclude that it was a trap. Which it was, but he didn't need to put up neon signs declaring TRAP THIS WAY. She would get the message, in due time. While he waited for the Crow to overcome his defenses, he finished donning his costume. He typically wore the black bodysuit while relaxing its texture was surprisingly silky for such sturdy fabric, truly worth the fortune he had stolen to afford it, but there were a few accessories that he didn't bother with unless he had company. There was armor, vambraces and pauldrons--sleek and chrome-plated, more for style than function, although they did offer just a touch more protection without compromising his mobility. The belt was far more practical, although its similarly shiny appearance might distract from its use. The metal plates and hoops that formed it could be rearranged and reconnected in so many ways.. Finally there was the mask, a rather small thing, just enough to break up the outline of his face and cover his gray eyes with slits of mirrored glass. He wasn't quite ready to completely discard his civilian identity, so the mask was still imperative. He would only show his face to those he knew couldn't do anything about it. That included all of his victims so far, and before long it would include the heroine who should be showing up momentarily.
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

At some point during her rampage, the power went out, and Apex shook his head with a slight grin. He'd anticipated quite a bit of damage to his base, considering the Crow's strength, and had done his best to make preparations. Eventually a backup generator would start up and provide at least some dim light until then, he had a much better idea of his surroundings than she did. That would be to his advantage. Honestly the lack of AC was more frustrating. He would probably get a bit sweaty... but he consoled himself with the thought of the Crow's flesh glistening with her own exertion. When she broke down the final barrier, he smiled wide. Her path of destruction had let a little light trickle in behind her--enough where he could make out her silhouette. It wasn't much, but he could have some fun while he waited for the lights to come back on. He grabbed the back of the chair he'd just been sitting in. You don't need to shout, I'm right here. Despite what he said, Apex's condescending voice could have been coming from anywhere the echoes in the subway station obscured the point of origin. But the object that came flying from the darkness, a chair hurled with inhuman force, might have given her an idea. He walked away from that spot as he continued talking, making his location even harder to pinpoint. And what's that language, Crow? Shouldn't a hero be setting a better example for all the kiddies? Something else came hurtling at her--a chunk of loose concrete his foot had fallen upon. Anyway, if you're afraid of the dark, you should have thought of that before tearing up the wiring, don't you think?
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

She'd expected something more dramatic from the safehouse of somebody who'd so quickly established himself as a terror for law enforcement and trouble for heroines such as herself. Maybe Sam had grown too used to dealing with the extravagant and showy villains of the world. But even if she'd expected something other than darkness and a voice chastising her like a fifth grade school teacher for foul language, she had expected to get attacked one way or another. She kept her back to the door and listened to her surroundings while tracking the voice through the darkness. Sam wasn't nearly foolish enough to go charging into the darkness and expose herself when she didn't know what was waiting for her. And that had probably been why she was able to counter the chair - a jumping roundhouse kick carrying the same sort of unnatural beyond-human strength as had tossed the chair met it and splintered the metal frame. And after a few moments of Apex's insulting trash-talk she heard the whistle of the concrete heading for her, met with one leg firmly planted and the other raised up to let it simply meet the heel of her boot, where it could shatter. Kids aren't my thing. She retorted, gritting her teeth as she listened to his foot-steps, Neither is taking it easy for shit-stains causing trouble for my city. Foot-steps. Moving. Pacing. Echoing. She did what she could to track but in total darkness she could only rely on her hearing. At times he seemed to be coming closer, at others he was stepping further away. Gloved hands clenched in anger as she focused all the harder. He - was - beside her . She leaped into action and gave a wide swinging kick for where she'd deduced him to be, delivering a kick powerful enough that she'd have shattered a normal human's bones. And in that final moment of impact when her foot met its target - she realized she was wrong. Where she'd expected her heel to meet the jaw of an overconfident-sounding enemy, she instead met cold and unforgiving concrete of a subway station wall. It left a gouge in the wall and she could hear piece of loose concrete falling to the floor. However, while the strike itself had been pointless she found that she now no longer silhouetted herself in the doorway. She was in the darkness as well, physically just as hidden as Apex as far as she could tell. So now she listened. Poised to strike out again at a moment's notice.
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

Apex laughed as she attacked what appeared to be the wall. A tantrum, Crow? No wonder you're no good with children, if you're still a child yourself. Of course, now she was out of the light had she planned that? It didn't matter, he supposed, as the lights would come on soon. He took a few cautious steps towards the opening where she had entered, wanting to close the distance between them a bit without attempting to engage her in the dark. He hadn't gotten very far before the lights started coming back on. The backups illuminated the station in a dull red, not enough to make out fine details but more than enough to recognize shapes and structures. She was near the wall, not terribly far from him. Apex looked her up and down with a smile. Well, perhaps I've spoken too soon. You really are a hell of a woman... now, what can I do for you tonight?
Thread: A Superheroine Defiled (w/The Loving One)

The Crow scowled beneath her mask, Yeah - but I don't suppose you're just going to give up, huh? Fucking creep. As the light shad come on she found herself face to face with the man that she'd spent the last year trying to track down and stop. The meeting so far hadn't been nearly as climactic and explosive as she'd hoped for with all the work and energy sunk into the little game they'd been playing up until now. Lights had come back and everything was cast in a pale red light as Sam heard what she could assume to be a back-up generator finally kicking on after she'd so delicately redone the wiring in the walls. It was hardly the best lighting in the world and the kids studying interior design would have cried at the hue of color it gave everything but it was well enough that she wasn't totally blind anymore - but of course neither was Apex but at least that left them on a more even footing than before. Speaking of . . . turn-about was fair play. The concrete chunk still at her feet was kicked up, rocketing straight and true with an aim for Apex's head. The kick led into a spinning side-move towards a nearby discarded chair that was grabbed with both hands and given a violent toss towards Apex by the end of the spin. And was followed by the Crow herself at a dead sprint, already eager to see Apex put into a wall.