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Thread: Kidnapped! (chocolate x cercerbus)

sending you a pm on the order Violet took the girl to the back chambers. The woman, Carla, was shaking and crying, asking why did Shadow stop. It made Violet mad to know that a subject of her king had dared to try and tame a girl meant for the king. She remembered, slightly, in her past the same thing happening, but now she only cared for the king. Don't cry, Violet said. Soon, all will be well. You'll see. You're now part of the King's harem. I want Shadow, Carla moaned. He said I was his pet. He made me feel... Shhh, Violet said, stroking Carla's dark hair. Don't get yourself worked up. She took Carla to be bathed in sweet scented water, hoping to wash Shadow's scent off her. If it were up to Violet, Shadow would be punished. She always felt that Shadow was too uppity, daring to even call her pet during their rare matings. She would suggest, if she were allowed, to the King a few punishments. Perhaps have Shadow forced to watch the King take Carla and not be able to releave the frustration. Or, watch as one below Shadow takes Carla, hearing her call the name of one he believed to be inferior to him? Once Carla was washed, Violet dressed her in a white dress that was opened to show her breasts and so short it barely covered her sex. Then she placed the King's collar on her. What's this for, Carla asked. It shows your status. Black is for the new slaves. You are only allowed in the harem chambers and the King's rooms. As you gain more freedom, the collar will lighten up. White is the last stage. Once you've proven your loyalty, they take the collars off. See, I don't wear one anymore. Will I ever see Shadow again? Violet shrugged. It's up to the King. Now, rest here until you are called. She left, intent on waiting with her king for any other arrivals.
Thread: Kidnapped! (chocolate x cercerbus)

King watched as Shadow left followed by Violet taking Carla to the back and getting her dressed. He wondered what the three others were fairing with their tasks. Fear waited outside of the club, His tail curled about his waist as he watched the girls inside dance around and show themselves off. He nodded knowing that King would be pleased with him by bringing in a girl that was already seemed to be trained. He licked his lips and waited until the club was emptying out. He snuck into her dressing room and as soon as she enetered he walked in and grabbed her. There were hands on her hips. Warm, sleek hands sliding first up her figure before settling onto hips, drawing the anxious woman up into a Hold. His hands rose up to cup around a plump breast, Fingers pressuring the sides. a hand falling off her breasts and down her smooth stomach, finger tips brushing at her silky pantyhose. His tail curled around her waist as he cupped a hand over her mouth. Scream and you'll regret it.
Thread: Kidnapped! (chocolate x cercerbus)

Princess Princess - not her real name - waved good-bye to the other strippers as she went to change her clothes. She had the last set, so she was the last to leave. This club royally sucked, the bouncer had long since left. If she really wanted to, she could find a new job. There were other clubs, but this one let her keep almost all her tips. Taking out the silvery flowers in her dirty blonde hair, Princess admired her body. She was as perfect as money could buy. The breasts had been a sweet sixteen present from her father, her toned form a gift to herself after hours a day of exercising and dieting. Her father, a corporate CEO, wanted to keep her locked up in a little ivory tower. Not Princess. On her eighteenth birthday, she emptied her accounts and ran. With the body Daddy paid for, she earned a new living. Someday, she was sure he'd find her, and boy wouldn't he be surprised to know his little Princess was a stripper that men begged to see. She was sure some of her regulars were clients of her dad's. How sweet was that? Princess felt the man grab her and pull her towards him. It wasn't the first time an overanxious fan had snuck backstage for a little private one-on-one. The fear of being rape never entered her head. If the guy got too out of control, she knew how to stop it. If he intrigued her enough, then she felt it wasn't rape. Her eyes widened as she saw the man. Well, not really a man. A werewolf, perhaps. Something canine and human. Interesting. Instead of fear, she felt attraction. This was different. She smiled, pulling his hand away from her mouth. Why would I scream, she asked, licking her lips. Unless, you want me to be loud? This was going to be one for the history books.
Thread: Kidnapped! (chocolate x cercerbus)

Fear looked at Princess as she removed his hand from her mouth and stated that she wouldn't scream. He tilted his head before licking his lips. All right then. Know this You now belong to King and I am going to take you to him but first I am going to see how well you are, get dressed to show off yourself. nothing Exotic but still enough to turn someone on. He watched her and licked his lips as she let him go. Now hurry and get dressed we don't have much time. His tail swung from side to side as he scratched at his ears, His color pattern quite handsome on him, The dark black top layer of fur mixed quite well with his greysilver chest fur and also those piercing yellow eyes just seemed to stare at her. The outfit will be from her picture
Thread: Kidnapped! (chocolate x cercerbus)

Princess She smiled, moving back against her vainity. I'm now property of the King, she mused. How exciting. Well, it looked like she went from stripper to paid whore. Not that it bothered her. If this was a good gig, she'd stick with it. If not, she could always leave She dressed in a tight shirt and short skirt, pulling up a fresh pair of hose. She made sure as she dressed that the wolf-man could see her. Her fingers teased her body as she put on her clothes, and she knew he was watching. This 'king' person had better half as hot as this guy. ONce she was ready, she slide a hand up his arm. Let's go, honey. Best to not keep the king waiting.
Thread: My New Stepmom (Me and AngeliqueMoone)

Lawrence sighed as he sat alone in his room, his fingers moving with the keyboard and mouse as he played a shooting game called Team Fortress 2. Lance himself was a pretty lonely kid, he was a nerd and he always was just a naturally shy person so he never really made friends very quickly or easily, however it was not like he was unliked, just a little unpopular maybe. People knew he was a very smart kid and very kind, yes some people used this to have him help them with their homework but Lawrence figured it was better to be unpopular and a nerd rather than popular and a totall asshole. Lawrence was a normal lookking kid, not really working out to much or too little, he did some chores around the massive house that his father had bought for the two of them after he and his wife, Lawrence's mother devorced. However lawrence was naturally a bit more on the skinny side rather than strong. His hair was short and a soft brown and his eyes a soft hazel that always lay behind brown rimmed glasses. His shirt was a typical gaming t-shirt that he had bought online that made fun of the pokemon system saying that his three moves were to eat, sleep, breathe and play videogames and the shirt itself was blue. His pants were some jean shorts and he was barefoot at the moment as he then decided to turn off the came and he sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he just began to think. In truth these last few weeks were strange... His father had remarried this woman that was only a few years older than Lawrence, Lawrence only being 17 himself but this woman was in her early 20's and she was beautiful. I mean it had only been last week he had done this. He blushed as he began to think about her a bit more as she had seemed to be acting a little strange around him, or maybe that was how she was since the woman seemed to have no shame as she walked around in so little, always showing off. A few of Lawrence's muscles twitched as he wanted to be able to touch her... to be able to feel that fantastic body... and he blushed quite a bit as he relalized that he was getting a boner from all of this and he shook his head as he then decided to just surf the net as he sat back up and went back to his computer screen. His door was closed but it was unlocked, and his father had left just a bit ago for the business trip so he figured he might not see his new stepmom today anyway.
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Her head was spinning, and even with her eyes open all she could see was darkness. Pulling at her arms she found them tied to the arms of a chair, and the same with her neck and legs. She could hear voices....but she could not understand what they where saying. God her head hurt....what had happened. A day earlier Then wind was blowing against the eye guard of her flight helmet, a young female marine at the door gun of her helicopter. It was not a big mission, just go and pick up some wounded soldiers from a battle filled city and bring them back to base safely. She did not look like most military...her uniform a flight suit instead of cami uniforms her brothers down below wore. They where coming close to the pick up zone and she loaded the gun. The landing was fast and the battle loud. How did it get so close to there pick up zone? The soldiers they where going to pick up where pinned down by snipers and the helicopter that was going to pervade cover fire was down. With out thinking Onica left her post. Running to grab the door gun from the other helicopter to give cover fire....at first she did not fill the gun shot that went threw her right shoulder or the next one that went into her left side. The only thing she knew was that she had to get to that gun and give cover fire. She had to get those troops out of there. After all she could not shoot the gun she as at before...to many things where in the way. It did not take long for the snipers to shot at her...but her fire let the ones the came to get out to get to the helicopters. Two more shots...she went down. Onica could remember someone dragging her back to the rescue aircraft. She remembered them taking off. But what happened after that was not the easy job she hoped for. The aircraft was shot down....she could hear the sound of the main blade of the helicopter grinding...it went down and her world went black. She could fell the heat of the flames...the weight of the hot metal. She could see people moving around out side, Help me... Here and Now Her memory was whited out as the bag was taken off her head, the light blinding now. The fingers around her nothing but shadows in the light...and then there was that fist to her gut that had her coughing in pain now. I suck at openers sorry
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Better than I could do. Ivan raised the RPG. The America bird wasn't a MEDEVAC vehicle as far as he could see. It would have gotten away if it hadn't set back down to pull out the door gunner Aleksander had nailed. The spoon trigger compressed and sent the warhead screaming supersonic toward the chopper. With a sound like shearing steel the tail came free in a burst of metal. The Blackhawk spun down onto a pile of rubble. Waving urgently, Ivan motioned his men onto the crash site, ostensibly to recover weapons and ammunition for the severely under supplied Spetznas platoon supported by a company of infantry. A second pressing issue was that of prisoners. Any intelligence they could recover would help them get out of this mess and link up with the main Russian Brigade. 24 hours later Ivan sat alone in the cellar they'd tossed the prisoner in. In his left hand was a service pistol that met the skin of the girl's forehead as his right yanked the hood off her head. The cellar she found herself in was dank and moist with mildew and mold climbing up the walls. More importantly it was solid stone and had proved resilient to American carpet bombs. Her captor's face wasn't all that different from the cellar's appearance. A growth of facial hair had grown up, as it had on all of his men since they'd had to ration water, therefore precluding shaving. Tell me, what do you think will happen to you? He asked in Russian. A polite smile grew across his face as he removed his gun from her face. The girl was naked from the waist up except for the two gauze patches that had been placed over the entrance wounds. Their medic had cut her out of her uniform from the wreckage. She had been thrown clear along with a man whose wounds were obviously fatal whose life Ivan had ended mercifully with his blade. Two other men had been recovered and were being interrogated at another location. Both men had already given them all the information they needed so Ivan had decided to come see the girl. His friend, the sniper, Aleksander entered the room, his prized rifle cradle in his arms. So you are the American whore who survived my attentions? You are not so tough, I'll not make mistake next time. The gruff, dagger-thin man snapped in English. The sniper served as the unit's translator. Aleksander, ask the girl what she thinks we'll do with her. The sniper nodded and then pushed his face toward the girl. So whore, what do you think will happen to you?
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

The first sense that came back to her was her smell. The mold and smell of mildew. Her sense of touch came back soon after as a chill ran down her spin from being half undressed. The pain from the gun shot wounds starting to send strong signals to her brain, making her twitch in pain some as she looked around the room. Taking in as much as she could even if everything was spinning around her. The voice of one of the male's sounded like something you would hear when you where under water. Her face turning a little greenish from the room spinning so bad. Her head rolling back as she started to cough, and would have most likely thrown up if she had eaten anything in the past day. Sense her hadn't it saved the guys a mess to clean up. Vertigo was a bitch, even more so when you where already hurting. Yet she was able to catch what the guy speaking in English was saying. At first her mouth would move, but no words would come from her lips her own words just echoing in her head. Yet soon words would start to form, even if they where a little staggered, Cpl Thevis...Onica. U.S. Mar....Serial Numb...1918.... Half the things she said seemed to fade into nothing not giving full words or Numbers it seemed. Her eyes closing and opening as she faded in and out, that case of vertigo kicking her ass it seemed. And I....would have so.....if you didn't get me.
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Ivan shook his head and reached back and pulled out a syringe. He slid the needle point into the girl's immobilized arms. It would bring her back to her senses. Now Aleksander, ask her again what she thinks will happen to her. The wiry sniper sighed, lay a backhand across her face and asked again. Whore. What do you think we'll do to you? Sorry that sucks it's all I could come up with.
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

A mix of what ever was in the syringe and the backhand she got across her face. A small cry leaving her lips as her head turned to one sided. One arm twitching as if she had to lift her hand to her face to fell at the red hand print that had been left there. For a moment she thought about repeating what she had just tried to day....well her military information at less. After all that's what she had been tough to say if she had even been captured by enemy troops. However, she just could not help but answer the question she had be asked. I can take a wild guess, Her voice was still nothing more then a whisper but it was not staggered as last time, Rape me, torture me untell you get the information you want from me...then put a round threw my head? Her words where kind blunt but she spoke her mind. After all she had heard the horror stories about being a POW and they should did not look like they where going to give her warm milk and cookies.
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Ivan paused a moment for the translation the nodded, smiling. Her related what he wanted said to the sniper who smiled broadly. Correct. To a point. Your weak American men have already told us everything we want to know. So there is nothing for you to say to make us stop. With that the two men left the room, heading out back up to the command post to check on the situation. From what the intelligence guys had gotten them the American seemed to be losing, forced back by the fact that they couldn't make any headway and now the Russian relief force was moving in to cut them off from support and finish them in a move identical to what had been done at Stalingrad years before.
Thread: POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

Watched as the two men left, making sure they had both left before trying to wiggle her self out of the ropes that held her down to the chair she had been sitting in...with in that damn cell. Looked like they wanted to make sure she did not get away. Seeing no hope in freeing herself, the young soldier looked over her body. No shirt or blouse covered her upper body, the two white gauze patches seemed to already turning a red color with her blood, That bitch got me good. Talking more to herself then to anyone else. Fuck my back, my head....what the hell happened out there. Seemed she liked to think out loud, looking around into the other cells to see if any other POWs where there with her. One month...one damn month. Could not stay on base for one fucking month and I would be on my way home and out of this damn war. It seemed a few hours had past, or at less that was what it felt like. Her body shook a little from the lack of shirt or blouse, yet the girl had found some way to fall asleep. Her head hanging down...something that would give her a pain in her neck later...eyes closed and her breathing rather slow. Hell, she did not even hear the door to her cell open as the two men from before walked in.
Thread: Forbidden Love (BigPappa and ohdollface)

Christopher peeked at the wall clock dangling on the in his living room, it was 1AM. He could hear the storm rising with the chilling winds and heavy rains. It was the months of bitter winters the storm was uncommon but couldnt really complain as it was already broadcasted on the afternoon news, giving him more than enough time to get back home safely from work. But he was a bit worried too his step-daughter couldnt make it back home. He tried calling her but with the weather, the network had also grown sadistic it seemed. His wife, who was away on a business trip but still a bitch, was calling him every 10 minutes to check on her daughter. Like she really cared? It has been about 3 years since Christopher and Angela got married after multiple failure attempts. God himself was trying to keep them away, if only he could read those sings but they say love is blind. Indeed it is blind but it didnt took him long to realize, in reality what he thought was love was no more than merely needs of both of them. And once they didnt need each other, the love died, sadly it happened pretty soon. Angela required a babysitter for her daughter, who was almost mature now and she found one, Christopher. Christopher felt betrayed at first but then it started staying longer in office than home, things calmed down. He had a few affairs, trying to kill the lonesome, which was still there despite being married. Girls were never a problem for him he was a top management boss in a reputed law firm, a mentor and a highly respected lawyer. With cash, he was good looking too tall, 510 despite his claims of being 60. He owned a good body as he made sure to spend some time in gym regularly. Light blue eyes, Mel Gibson hairstyle, broad shoulders and a well proportionate body. Not to miss his right cheek dimple was noticeable with even a slightest smirk. Christopher was tired, all he desired was to fall on his bed but his stepdaughter was just being a typical stepdaughter again, although he was sure that she would be safe and having fun no matter where she was. She was a smart girl, cheerful and cautious. It was sad that they never got along but he did care about her. It was her upbringing which made her a brat. Why not, her mom was out mostly away, her real father never checked on her and her stepfather, Christopher he always tried to keep himself apart, he was aware she wouldnt appreciate him trying to be a father.
Thread: ~GuyverGuy~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja panted as she ran out of the building and into the trees of the nearby forest. She was scared, but luckily they didn't know she was gone. At least not yet. SHe knew they would look for her until they gave him. She was wearing only black stockings and black elbow length gloves. Her top barely contained her breasts. She wore a little bell on her neck, but was in too much of a hurry to take it off. She had black panties on. To cover herself, she was wearing a large blanket. It wasn't the best blanket, it was old and had holes, but it covered her and that was all that matter right now. SHe couldn't believe she actually escaped, it was amazing. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment before shaking her head. She didn't hear anyone following her right now. Maybe she really had successfully escaped? That would be a miracle. But then she heard someone in the forest, but she didn't know who or what it was, whether they were friendly or enemies.
Thread: ~GuyverGuy~ and ~NaoChan~

Cesario let his bow arm down, un-knocking the arrow and sliding it back into the pouch on his back. Hunting so far wasn't going so well, so few critters had wondered in front of his sharpened head, he was really pondering going home. His am guards happened to be getting quite uncomfortable, the brown vest he wore to keep his blue shirt out of the way was making him hot, and the bands around his pants to keep them from getting caught were chaffing like hell. He was halfway around, when he heard the tell-tell signs of movement. He cocked an eyebrow when he heard a bell, that was...unusual, forest animals didn't wear bells. Both eyebrows went skyward when he turned toward the sound and found not a bear, or deer, or even a squirrel but a women. How often did you find women running through the forest in blankets, he sighed... this was clearly going to be more trouble then just shooting a deer for dinner. Ah well, he was human after all, and those ears on top of her head were cute. Hey! Are you alright, need some assistance? He asked as he stepped into her path, bow at his side.
Thread: ~GuyverGuy~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja stopped, panting heavily as she spotted the man. She had never seem him around the slavers place before...maybe he wasn't one of them. She swallowed as she looked up at him. I... she whispered, looking behind her and around a little bit. Her cat ears flickered at the sounds of the forest. Please...they'll find me, she whispered, walking over to him and placed her hands on the hard armor that was covering his chest as she looked up at him with her bright red eyes. The blanket she was wearing around her shoulders fell to the ground, exposing most of her body to him, but she was no worried about that right now. She had more pressing manners on her hands right now.
Thread: ~GuyverGuy~ and ~NaoChan~

God damn her eyes, and cute little everything, she seemed crazy to him, mumbling about some unseen thing finding her. Then again, he wasn't totally sure what all else inhabited this place, so hell, she could have been running from a bear. Once that blanket dropped, and his eyes wondered down to the wonders uncovered, the abundant breasts, the black panties, he couldn't honestly say no to helping her. Living out here in this area was actually pretty lonely, aside from a few slavers and thief's. So in the end, with a heavy sigh and a lopsided but attempted reassuring smile, he gently took one of her hands in his own. Don't worry, you're with me now, safe and sound. Come on back to my home and I'll make sure of it.