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Thread: Herzdieb   [Brittle & Banter]

The Rapportfhrer oversaw the proceedings. Like any other deportation drop, guards separated men from women and children with practiced proficiency. The camp doctor made his rounds to inspect arrivals as the unruly were beaten into submission. Elderly were immediately picked out the sickly were led away to the infirmary. Both would be promptly executed. The lines were then separated. Men first, in a forced march out of the unloading square. The officer sighed, turning to make his way to the tables. Screaming, wailing, screaming. Did they ever shut up? His baton swung on his hip, boots crunching on hard-packed snow. They would. In time they would. The men selected as able-bodied would be shaved, stripped and bathed. Naked, they would then wait in lines for their papers to be stamped. If they died, the body was to be dragged away by a current inmate to a waiting cart. If they survived they would be given the standard striped uniforms, shoes, and a thin coat. The women would be sorted next- those deemed too old, disfigured, or with children usually taken out of the line at random. Those few lucky enough to remain would be de-loused, bathed, shivering and moaning in lines for their papers and clothes. Fortunately for them it had stopped snowing, but the bleak eastern wind still blew, and the ice would bite under bare soles. The men were finished an order to bring the women was given. Ingolf sat behind a processing desk, seated beside other black-garbed officers stamping the paper's of those identified. The new workforce would be introduced to their tasks and lodgings after being tattooed with their number, as was protocol. Identification. Profession, skills? He asked, sharp, as the next quaking woman in line stepped forward. The officer held out a gloved hand for her papers. She proffered them, trying to cover herself with her hands whether due to shame of her pale, exposed flesh or bitter droplets that clung to semi-dry skin. Stamping it, face stone-cold, he gestured for her to move on. It was repetitious work. He'd rather be inside with a fire. Unfortunately, he was not the Schutzlagerfuhrer the camp's commandant. He was Rapportfhrer, the man's report leader. Charged with overseeing Blockfhrers, camp discipline, violations report, roll-call, and training of new SS personnel. Herr Kulge did not run a negligent camp. There were no warnings, no mercy. Next.
Thread: Herzdieb   [Brittle & Banter]

Talia was forced to follow the other women as they made their way through protocol. Her eyes were still moist with tears when her mother vanished from plain sight. 'Where are you now, Mamah?' she thought to herself as she waited in line. The amount of men and women was too large for her mind to comprehend. Some men were marched through the crowd with their civilian clothes still on their bodies. Some women still had their hair and were soon reprimanded with a beating when they turned over their identification papers. The errors were no doubt a consequence of the mass number of prisoners. It would have been difficult for anyone to keep tabs. Still, there would be those who would point the finger at the prisoners, laying the blame on them for not following orders. The next few minutes were a blur for Talia. Through error, she had been pushed past the hair cutting station. She was ordered to remove her clothes when that failed to happen, the tattered pieces of cloth were ripped from her lithe figure and she was pushed into the freezing water for decontamination. Her skin was no longer pink in hue rather, she was pale with red patches from the bitter cold water. Her hair was sopping wet water continued to trickle down her back as she stood in line with her papers. Her body would twitch with shivers every few seconds as the cold water droplets made their destination down her back, but she found comfort in the fact that her hair covered her small breasts and genitalia. Profession, skills? Talia glanced up at the woman in front of her as she moved forward, handed the officer her papers, and tried to cover her exposed body as best as she could. The poor woman. Immediately, she lowered her eyes to her own papers. It contained essential information regarding her very being what her name was, how old she was, who her parents were, where she once lived, what she did for a living. She continued to scrutinize her papers until the woman was sent on her way. Next. The woman behind her gave a gentle push, indicating that it was her turn to step forward. She continued to hold her papers in both hands as she walked over to the desk. There she stood opposite of where the Rapportfhrer sat. Her eyes flickered up from the papers to make contact with his though there was a sense of great sadness in her eyes, there was also a trace of anger. It had not taken her long to develop distaste for the men in their uniforms. She extended her papers which now had water stains from the beads of water that dripped down her hair before the man could ask for them.
Thread: Herzdieb   [Brittle & Banter]

Boots thumped up the creaking stairs and across the small porch, stomping the majority of the snow from the soles before the front door flew open. Ingolf nodded to the guard who smartly stiffened, clicking his boots together before leaving. Dark eyes fell on the girl huddling beside the common fireplace. She looked so delicate. Like a pretty flower that had bent, bowed under winter ice. Small, weak, and helpless. His gut clenched, a burning pooling there. When was the last time he had touched soft flesh? Too long ago Taking a few deliberate strides forward, he stood before the girl. Silent, Ingolf's frown twitched down slightly. Without pause a hand whipped out- catching her across her face brutally. The backhand sent her sprawling. Before she could gather her bearings, he had knelt heavily beside her, turning the girl over so she lay on her back. A leather glove traced her reddening left cheek slowly, a tight smile on his lips. One arm rested relaxed upon his knee, the other rose from her cheek to brush chaotic strands out of captivating, wide eyes. She was such a prize. You will not run, yes? He tucked a strand behind her ear gently. Showing his teeth, Ingolf smiled, The hounds beyond that door will not hesitate to tear into your pretty flesh. Drawing her pale hand up to his lips, he inhaled the scent of her skin, placing a kiss on the back of her palm. Ingolf let his hand trail down her collarbone, pulling slightly on the towel she held wrapped as he brushed his hand down, feeling over the soft curves under the thin material. Lust piqued in him, and he did not conceal it. Hungry, Ingolf wanted to see more of the creamy skin. He took up a fistful of her cover, yanking on it. Not violently enough to rip it away from the girl, but enough to jar her. Ingolf watched the prisoner's face for a reaction. Would she fight him? Or would she bawl, like the pitiful, infested prostitutes his men took joint pleasure from?
Thread: Herzdieb   [Brittle & Banter]

Brown eyes flickered up from the incinerating birch logs, taking sight of the Rapportfhrer as he barged through the door and gave an unspoken order to the guard. The room grew quiet after the guards dismissal, the only sound that continued to linger being the crackling fireplace. Talia did not look away once the Rapportfhrer caught sight of her, nor did she budge an inch when he stepped into her personal space. Instead, she merely watched him in silence, her face void of expression as the man stood and examined her with a frown on his face. Without hesitation, he slapped her face and sent her toppling backwards to fall with a thump on her hip. She had no time to move, let alone ponder what just happened, before she was positioned on her back, causing her bony spine to grind against the floor. Her cheek turned ruddy in color and began to throb with pain, though the young girl did not dare move her hand to soothe the irritated skin. He beat her to that, anyway. She flinched at his touch, the soft sensation of his glove providing no comfort for her sore cheek. You will not run, yes? Swallowing, she nodded her head once, an indication that she harbored no desire to run. Running would lead to her inevitable demise. Her muscles stiffened when he placed a feather-light kiss on her hand, soon to let his hand glide over her small breasts and rib-exposed stomach. It was the first time her gaze broke, long enough for her to glance at his hand as he grabbed a chunk of the towel, pulling at the flimsy material until the curve of her pallid hip was exposed. Before the Rapportfhrer could continue, she seized the towel and pulled back, a surprising burst of strength allowing the girl to reclaim her covering, minus the chunk in his hand that had ripped off. N-No, she begged, sitting up and wriggling herself away from him, her eyes desperate and pleading. Not that. Anything but that. It took a matter of seconds before her back came in contact with one side of the room, preventing her from backing up any further. Please, I beg of you.
Thread: Never Will I be Alone

Tears ate at the honey eyes of young girl. Her rushed steps echoing in the harsh silence of the night. Time? It had to be midnight maybe earlier, She didn't know anymore. Not after her Stepfather stagger home from a bar in yet another foul mood. One that was always directed at her. Even though she did nothing wrong. And this night was no different. She was just readying for bed. When the large slam of the door signaled his return. Making every muscle within her petite feminine form. Her breath held as she listened intently on the sound of heavy stomps of his footfalls up the stairs.Shaking her head Eve didn't want to think on what happened. It only worsened the tears that began to fall quickly. It was freezing out. Slowing her tears for a moment. She's had enough. No more of his abuse. It ends tonight. Her breathing fogged out before her upon each rapid breath. She came to a bridge, her destination. Walking silently to the bridge ledge, her eyes shifting to the water below. Was it as cold as the breeze that caressed her pale flesh, causing goosebumps to break along her smooth skin, and a small shiver to roll through her. Perhaps it was colder. Swallowing she brought her eyes to the view further off. She could see the city, and its lights twinkling like the stars above. the moon casting an eerie glow of its fullness. Between that and lone street lamp that actually worked within the area was all that illuminated her figure. Sighing she gripped the ledge with iron clasped fingers, draining color from her knuckles.' This is the end, no more pain, no more abuse, no more being alone' she murmured to her self. Embracing the chill of a fall breeze that ran along the fine fabric of her night gown. Ruffling the skirt around her knees, and pushed on spaghetti strap down an exposed shoulder. Her blond hair dancing around her shoulders as well. Giving a moment, she closed her honey sets, fanning thick black lashes along the delicate rise of her cheek bones. Her lips parting in a release of breath. Calming the steady race of her heart before shakily began to pull herself up onto the railing of the bridge. One hand clasping around the street lamp post. Tears continued to fall like liquid silver upon her cheeks. Her eyes opening as she gazed down to the black abyss below her. knowing that the chill of cold water, and jagged rocks await to finish her time upon this plain. snuffing out her life. With her mother gone, and all her school friends thinking she was gone, there would be no one to miss her. None. 'Good-Bye cruel world.' She breathed to herself.
Thread: Never Will I be Alone

Eve felt his hand loosen from around her neck, and she inhaled quickly then released it. Finally able to breath more proper. She licked her dry lips once more. A small flicker along her lips moistened them to brace the cold of her surroundings. Her eyes were worried, yet filled with anger. It was what, was keeping her from breaking down in tears. Trembling slightly under his golden gaze. Before slowly slipping her honey sets closed. Fanning out thick lashes against porcelain cheeks. Tired of everything, and how he looked at her like she were some object to use, and play with. Like he had some great plan for her. She wanted to protest that she was still a virgin, but would he of believed her? Would he decide to check for himself? Not caring where they were or who could see them. The street lamp acting like a spotlight for some sick show. Though for the moment they were doing nothing but talking. Minus his nudge knee into her covered sex. Which merely she shaky inhales of breaths, other then that there were no response from her body. Yet anyways. And she could only hope to keep that way. but she knew she had to think of something quickly to throw him off guard. Eve swallowed, throat dry as her lips once more were.Why did he enjoy toying with her. Shifting more, pulling her hips away from his prying knees. Her legs spread wide to cradle him between them. She felt the occasional sting brought on by the cold as snow landed on her parted thighs, melting to trickle along the pale flesh. only marked by small bruises. Her eyes worked in his features. His golden eyes were stunning, his pale flesh looked so smooth, then to his lips watching as his smirk disappear before replacing with something more firmer. Making her heart leap nervously within her chest. Before her eyes jumped to his raven black hair, before once more dropping to his eyes. Did she want him to let her go? yes, no, maybe. His body did shield her from the cold breeze that occasionally nipped and brushed at her exposed flesh. Sending a tremble to roll through her tiny yet feminine figure. Her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her night gown. indicating she wore nothing but the small gown and slippers. I wouldn't stay there long, I'd pack somethings, once my stepfather was asleep before leaving. Eve paused to Gage his reaction. Before continuing. And I make no promises on what i will do with my life. She stated softly. Eve took the opportunity to hopefully surprise him. Her knees drew to cage his body. pressing them into him. Her hips lifting, allowing the fabric of her gown to slide up. Her eyes closed though as she placed her hands upon his shoulders. He was far to heavy for her weaker state. Most her energy gone with the fight with her stepfather, and the tears she had shed. Her breathing was ragged has her hips came into contact with his own. And tried to pull her self up and away from him.
Thread: Never Will I be Alone

To which he may of been used to the cold, she was not. Most her coloring had drained, leaving her ghostly white. Though even in normal circumstances she had always been pale and finely sculpted. A perfect female. She was tone, yet soft, no fat that would of kept her warmer. Though she was cold to the point she felt warmer. Or was that thanks to his temperature? Even when she was in school she never allowed anyone to come close to her. She never took any notice in men until now. But now, when most would of fought him off. She only wanted to come closer. he did save her life in sense. Even when fear niggled at her. She noticed his smirk but didn't dare what he was finding amusing. Had it been her response to him. Or had it been at what she had said? She was confused but his words when she touched him. She thought he liked it. She knew he must of been uncomfortable. Knew that he wanted her. But yet he held back. Frowning slightly, she drew back. Take back your word for what. She was slightly upset. She didn't fight him when he pinched and fondled her breasts yet he didn't want her to give him some attention as well. Sighing she looked away. Moving back enough to give him space. Her eyes briefly closing as though trying to decide what to do. Licking her lips she opened them once more she looked to the moon that hung full over head. Lucky you can dismiss the cold. Me on the other hand am going numb. I hate the cold. She breathed quietly fighting the urge to touch him more. She wanted to feel that hidden hard flesh within the tight confines of his pants. She moved to stand but was caught up in his arms. It brought forth a small gasp from her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. But other then that and resting her head against his shoulder she didnt move. His coat that was still wrapped around her was pulled tight agaisnt her body.blushing she remained quiet. eyes closed firmly. Her heart racing wildly within her chest.
Thread: Never Will I be Alone

Eve brought her eyes back to Avarice. Unknowing that she would have such a delightful effect on him. He had seemed at times cold and uncaring but she knew better. Or did she?. She licked her lips as she drew in his reaction. Seeing his mouth fallen wide, and taken a few steps backwards as if Shocked by her. Sure, She wouldn't have done this normally. But she was also not one to take back her word. Even though the worry and fear were evident within the depths of her eyes. Swallowing nervously, she noticed that he carried two cups with him. It explained the reason behind him taking forever to come upstairs, but also how he wanted to open the door. She walked closer to him for a moment wanting to touch him but she knew better. Sighing she turned, before returning to her place. Her face holding no signs besides the nervous fear that swamped her honeys. She didn't smile nor frown. Simply awaited for him to react. And he did. She saw the small sweep of his eyes along her body. Avarice? She murmured quirking a slender brow in question, Before her tongue swiped along her lower lip. Cocking her head she watched him pull himself together. Releasing a scoff wasn't exactly what she had expected and she frowned. Her eyes following him as he went to place down the mugs. Eve held her breath as the silence seemed to nearly suffocate her. Closing her eyes she inhaled, forcing herself to remain calm and to breath. His voice brought her attention back to him. I had promised my body to you for this night. Her voice trembled, her hands moving to clasp in front of her. the small gesture was enough to send her breasts into a tighter squeeze. Her eyes averted downwards as she fought not to gaze into his Golden's. Knowing if she did she was forever lost. Eve could hold back the soft hitch of her breathing her eyes looking at his moving lips as he spoke. And as he beckoned for her to come closer she nodded. Her walk was of grace, and a sexual meaning that seemed to come naturally to her. It was her normal walk. The sway of hips in a hypnotic sway, her breast bouncing slightly upon each step. Pausing for a moment in front of him. so his eyes were level with her perky breast. making her tremble with the intensity she knew was there within his eyes. She closed her eyes, fanning her lashes against reddened cheeks. Glad to know that you are pleased. She murmured with a noticeable tremble. When she opened her eyes seeing the gesture for her to sit. Made her stiffen. Standing rigidly before him. Her hands clenching at her sides. She couldn't she was scared. Her hesitance made her eyes widened . She knew what she got herself into. But she didn't know how far she was truly able to go. Swallowing her eyes locked with his and she stood unmoving before him.
Thread: Never Will I be Alone

Eve's eyes were wide at his impatience. Her mouth drying as she gazed at him. With her breath caught and burning at her chest she listened, and listened well. The way he spoke her name made her stiffen, her eyes wide. Even though it were just a mere whisper. Her lip drew in, biting it in a nervous gestured. Her chin tucking in as she pried her eyes away. Staring to her exposed breasts, which nipples were pulled taunt and firm. 'I didn't lie. I am just nervous, worried. I am unsure what to expect. You can hardly blame me can you. It's not like I made offering myself to some strange man a habit. Swallowing she forced her eyes back to him. Flinching as each word grew more harsh, even his gaze grew harsh. And it was then the remote effects disappeared leaving her in a cool gleam of sweat. Stepping to close the gape between them she filled between his spread legs. What had she waited for. What had she expected him to do? With a set jaw she lowered herself onto his lap. Her arms wrapping around his neck. In a similar fashion besides it being a single looped arm. Her fingers caressing the smooth skin along his neck, and along his shoulder before finally resting. She wouldn't look at him, as her breathing grew more frantic. Gently rushes of warm breath toying with blond strands of hair. She only prayed that she can survive this night, or would he shatter her nerves all in one go. All his hard rash words, his promises, and all this waiting was making her nervous and if not a bit on the edgy side. Turning her honey set she gazed wide eyed up at him. Seeming so much smaller then him at that moment. Eve closed her eyes, she spoke very little not knowing what to do nor say that would lessen the out come, and remove such idle threats that laid promise in disciplining her. I am here, I wont take back my promise. I keep my promises. But you just have to be patient with me. Ive never had sex before, nor know the first step into doing so. So I am scared, yes. Why wouldn't I be.? She said in a soft tender tone, though somewhere within her voice held a small snip at him. Leaning down she trailed her lips along his jaw to his lips, biting at the pouted lower lip. tugging carefully at the softness of it. Eve was trying, trying to enlighten his mood. Thus she kissed him. A tentative kiss. Soft eager and hopeful. The tip of her tongue running the line of lips. I am try She breathed maybe half an inch from his lips. Her cheeks growing red as she felt the embarrassment of her actions which drew her away from him. Only to crawl up onto the be. Her bottom swaying enticingly from one side to the other as she crawled. Then laid down on her stomach burying her face within the pillow. Her back was sleek, pale expanse giving to a gentle upward slope of her bottom. Which further inspection revealed two small dimples at the small of her back.
Thread: Dear Brother Of Mine

It was a midnight flight, a day dressed in black, a new array of online classes. This is what his life was now. The death of his parents sent him back home to live with his little brother so that he wouldn't have to change schools his junior and senior of high school. This was something that had been expected of him, and although he loved his brother, he didn't want to return home to take care of the boy. He was twenty four, his brother seventeen. They had been close for a short time until the elder of the two made some new friends and decided hanging out with his baby brother wasn't what he wanted to do every day. He went to college a few hours away to get away from his family and the every day monotony of a small town. The past couple days had gone by in a blur and he didn't know what to do to take care of a brother that was practically an adult. He was back home, making a pot of coffee and doing some school work on his laptop, trying to stay quiet since it was around six in the morning. He had been an insomniac for a while and it didn't bother him anymore. He did take naps during the middle of the day to combat it, staying up all night and getting the majority of his work done in the restful silence. It had been a car wreck that made his world come to a screeching halt and turn another direction. They hadn't even been the ones at fault, a drunk driver had crossed into their lane and hit them head on, killing them on impact. His name was William, Will for short, and he was on his own with a teenager to raise.
Thread: Infinite Reasons To Play!  (Femboy Inside, MxF, MxM, MxFuta)

Hai, I just read your Request Thread, and I'm very interesting in RPing with you!!! I love effeminate boys, being a dom girl, and many other things in your list of kinks we have a lot in common. I also love age-play, if that's ok with you, itd be especially nice if your character was really young 13 of course
Thread: Infinite Reasons To Play!  (Femboy Inside, MxF, MxM, MxFuta)

I'm in 3