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Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

For how much Sayaka might think herself to be clever, Homura had not made it this far by not being able to improvise or roll with events as they happened. At the very least her current state of being gave her some advantages that her old self had lacked. So a simple accusation like the one proposed would not throw her for a loop. Not that she would have a chance to say anything before a tomato hit Sayaka in the face, splattering and throwing juice all over her upper torso. With the angle that it had come from though, Homura knew that it had been tossed at her, and had only hit her guest on accident. Possibly. She wouldn't put it past her Dolls to have their fun tormenting the captive girl.You overestimate your importance, she replied, wiping off the other girl. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips, drinking in the resistance and the fear, the twitching and signs that Sayaka is disturbed by this. With how things had turned out here it wasn't too much of a shock, especially without her knowing the sorts of relationships she had gotten into in other timelines. her drifting hand explored further, slipping beneath the hem of the school uniform to explore. The devil embraced Sayaka from behind, one arm over her shoulder while the other wrapped around her waist. The reason is simple, she explained then. Madoka is happier with your existence than without. So far the advantages of your presence have not outweighed the negatives. But that could always change.... Magic created another item in her grip, and she did not hesitate in slowly slipping and securing the blindfold in place over her guests eyes, all motions deliberate to give her some idea of what was to come, with the dread that it promoted. She wouldn't have to see the Familiars, but she wouldn't be able to see what Homura did next. A fair trade? The Devil didn't particularly care.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Sayaka winces as the tomato hits her face, bursting her and covering her in juice. For a moment, disoriented, she thinks Homura's hit her and covered her in blood - but the lack of pain and the distinct taste of tomato juice soon correct that notion. She squirms uncomfortably as Homura wipes her off, but doesn't resist with quite as much vigor as before even when held captive, she has no wish to be covered in juice. The gesture even leads to her relaxing a little. But not for long, as she tenses like a wire when Homura's hand slips under her clothes, her body growing stiff and rigid as those arms wrap around her. Even as tense as she is, the blue-haired girl doesn't hold back a sigh at Homura's words. Of course it's about Madoka. Sayaka supposes she should be thankful to Madoka that she still exists, but she can only feel sorry for her, and disgusted by Homura. She speaks up again, still aware that words are all she has left. With luck, she'll provoke Homura into showing some kind of opening, and without luck, at least she'll get a little satisfaction out of talking back to her. So you're saying you can't make Madoka happy enough on your own, she replies coolly. I wonder why that is. Maybe it's because I'm normal , like her. Then the blindfold slips over her face. There's a difference between merely being unable to escape, and having a sense stripped away from her, and Sayaka's now unpleasantly aware of it. She'd fancied she could provoke Homura into some kind of misstep with her words, but how will she even tell if the demon's let her guard down? How will she mentally prepare herself for whatever's going to happen to her next? And which of those reasons inspired the demon to blind her? Her anxiety surging over the wall of her composure like a tidal wave, Sayaka starts to struggle again, despite knowing how useless it is. Only biting her lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood keeps her from letting out some kind of cry of fear. Will Madoka be happy that you've taken me captive and had your way with me, demon? she spits, then goes back to biting her lip, not knowing when Homura's next action will threaten to expose her inner weakness.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

As she secured the blindfold in place, making sure that the blue haired girl couldn't see anything, Homura found herself challenged once again. Trust in Sayaka to have a sharp tongue even in a situation like this, though it lacked quite a bit of common sense. Then again, that was just like her as well. No matter, eventually she would recognize how pointless it was, or she would find herself on the receiving end of the power of a Goddess, worse than she was now. This was like a pinprick compared to what Homura could do if sh was truly angry. Oh, I could keep Madoka happy without you, Homura reassured her as she finished up with the blindfold, rejecting the ludicrous notion that she couldn't do what Sayaka as suggesting. But there is some benefit to being normal, though you seem determined to be otherwise by forcing my hand again and again. Too perceptive for her own good, though it had to do with her divine nature. That was just a part of it, and if she had her way this would be the last time that it happened. They would see what came of this little exchange between them. The blindfold had a good reaction though as Sayaka began to struggle, without her sight. It had just he sort of reaction that she expected, and she was glad to see it. It made her work that much easier. The lack of divinity was held, and Homura paced around the struggling girl as she took in everything, simply savoring the moment while it lasted. Fufufu, she chuckled aloud at the enraged cry. You amuse me, Miki Sayaka. With the power that I currently possess, do you think Madoka will ever get the slightest inkling that this encounter took place? Would Sayaka even remember this after it was over? They would see. Pulling back, she let her hands come together in a clap. Reality shuddered, and Sayaka would suddenly find herself wrapped up in rope, arms pinned behind her back, legs bound together, chest constrained above her breasts and with a rope around her neck. There, that's a better look for you, Homura replied as she dipped in to kiss her guest on the cheek. I hope they aren't too tight. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Determined as she might be to get in the last word, Sayaka's tongue is starting to lose its vigor as the reality of the situation sinks in. If you find yourself doing the same thing over and over again, maybe you should- she spits, before pausing. If she brought that thought to its conclusion, she'd be more or less advising Homura to erase her, and she doesn't want to be erased. Silently disappearing may be a lesser assault on her pride than the current state of affairs, but perhaps Homura will just amuse herself with her and then erase her. That's the worst of both possibilities. Sayaka bites her lip again, this time less out of nervousness than frustration. Without her words, there's absolutely nothing she can do to resist. Not meaningfully. I'll never forget this, demon, she growls, but she can't silence the uncertainty in her voice. She has no idea what the limits of Homura's power are... and in the past, she'd forgotten everything except that she was evil. Just as she pointed out earlier, this could have been happening every day of her life, unbeknownst to her. The girl gasps in surprise as the fuzzy handcuffs are replaced by firm rope. She squirms, but only briefly before the feeling of the material rubbing atop her clothes begins to bother her - it can't be described as comfortable by any means. The only way I'd be comfortable right now is if I were- she begins, before flinching at the feeling of lips against her cheek and reflexively hopping away. With her legs bound as they are, she loses her balance, and with a cry she goes crashing to the ground. She quickly sits up and draws her legs back again herself to try to reduce how vulnerable she is, looking around to try and somehow orient herself despite her blindfold. But she's lost track of Homura and has no idea where she is.
Thread: The Devil's Own Time (Azecreth & tiger_lily)

Oh, Homura hardly needed to be told that old line about repeating the same process and expecting different results. As someone who had spent over ten years trying to rescue Madoka from her fate she was more than used to it. But by the same token she found it flawed, for she never did exactly the same thing each time. Explaining that would be an exercise in the futile though, especially when Sayaka did not have her own memories to access and confirm that. You'll find I can be very patient when I want to be, she said at last, the only thing she would cede there. Homura ceded the claim, rather she indulged in it. That was right after all, she was evil. She had torn down God, remade the world in her own image and defied the very salvation that Madoka had wanted to bring to everyone. How could she be anything but evil when one considered those facts? But this was the way it had to be, the only way for her to get her wish. And for that, she was more than willing to burn eternally. Amusement spread once again as Sayaka leapt away from the kiss, only to be tripped up by her bindings and sent toppling to the floor. Sure, she sat up afterwards but it was nonetheless funny to witness from an outside perspective. Here was the one who had caused her so much trouble, no more able to act than a simple babe. She was trapped, wrapped up, and had no hope, with only the lack of knowledge of how out of depth she was keeping things from falling apart. With a gesture Sayaka would be grabbed from all around, the Clara Dolls hefting her off of the ground and onto their shoulders, to carry her through the house. Homura followed close behind as they arrived in her bedroom, and the girl would be pulled to her feet once again from above, thanks to a Familiar. Now then, I believe you were saying something? Homura swept around her, letting her Clara Dolls badger Sayaka from each and every angle with hits and projectiles. You misunderstand me, of course. I don't want you to forget this. let it serve as a reminder of what happens when you stand against my order.
Thread: Tracking is Broken for me But for only one person

Hay i was wondering if you could help as i like to use tracking to keep track of my messages Yeah i know surprising isn't it but for one of my main Rp partners it shows when it's not been read but when it is it just disappears from the face of the earth. Any idea???
Thread: Tracking is Broken for me But for only one person

size-2They likely clicked on deny recipient, hence why. Which means, they opened the message, but you can't track it or see if it has been read. You don't see it in the read messages section of tracking. size
Thread: Tracking is Broken for me But for only one person

ahh right cool, thanks always wondered what that did, i believe they are still getting use to a new phone so it's probably that thank you for the help
Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

Of course he wanted to have her, he wanted to have everything that she was offering and more, but the true problem as not whether or not he wanted to have it or if he thought he'd be able to get away with it. The real problem was whether or not she was willing to actually go the distance for the money she was walking about. She had psyched herself up in order to do this, brought herself here and pushed herself into the fantasy, really went to the brink...but what happened once he was done ramming his cock inside of her? What would she feel at that moment when she whored herself out to him and saw the money in her bank account? It was one thing to dream and another to turn yourself into a prostitute and while she might be young and not realize that fact, he was a bit older and understood the depths of depravity of the human soul. The guilt, the heartache, the suffering, and the pain for the choices that you made. Could she live with this choice? Could he? At the moment he seemed perfectly capable of living with it, his hands digging into the beautiful flesh of her thighs, the hidden treasure still covered by her dress. It was tantalizingly dark, the way the shadow fell between her legs, and his teeth came together as he resisted the urge to just have it. No, this part was just as playful as anything else they did, and just as important...it was a power game, an ego trip, to barter for her beautiful flesh. He listened to her and as she spoke he leaned down and kissed her thigh, nuzzling the skin before giving a small nip and suck to the inner portion...his tongue coming out to trace just slightly. He swore he could smell her arousal, the heady beautiful scent of a woman's sex, and he shivered and gave a low groan of approval. Giving in though, worshipping her, that's not what they were talking about. Even if he was willing to do such a thing, she was getting off on being prized and bought...and that required control of how he felt no matter how bad he wanted to let go of himself with her. You don't know what you're saying, no matter how much you want to believe you do, he breathed out as he leaned in just a tiny bit more. His face moved up under the shadow of the skirt, lewdly applying a spit soaked kiss to her panties, slurping hard through them so he could taste her beautiful young cunt. God he was so hard right now, achingly so, and his warm breath continued his words. You want to say you do, but you don't, don't know what I would do with you...anything I want? Everything I want? Could you even imagine...what a man might do? Do you think I am just going to fuck you every now and then and pat your ass, send you home? His tongue slid out against, roaming, tracing along the cleft of her pussy lips before he wrapped his mouth up against her hard clit...sucking through the cloth that kept him from his goal. Was he waiting for an answer as he feasted, or merely fucking with her before denying her what she asked? Either way...he said nothing more as he taunted her with those talented strokes of his tongue.
Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

You're right, you don't know what you're saying. He said it with the casual air of a grown man who understood exactly what he was doing, what he was capable of, and what he wanted. That was so rare nowadays to meet a man who happened to have that self-awareness of his lust and what a woman wanted. Those eyes gazed up at her, tauntingly, admiring every single inch of her...but there was still limited things that they could do. With how she had dressed, with what she came in here hoping to do, there was little doubt that her presence had radiated the fact she was there to come onto him. Even her moan seemed to echo in the room and he gritted his teeth just a little bit underneath the shadow of her skirt in a brief moment of worried fear that they would be caught. Slowly he inhaled, tasting the scent of her on the air, and he leaned closer to caress once more with his tongue...tracing every inch of her lovely little pussy as he thought about what he was going to do. Could he let her go though, even with the promise that they'd have more together? The thought was definitely something that he had to consider. That maybe once she left his office and got herself under control she would not want to do this anymore, no matter what money he had offered to give her. His cock was aching, he knew he could have her right at that moment, but there was far too much certainty that this would lead down the wrong road for them both. If she truly wanted this then she would have to wait, and if he truly wanted it then he would have to be patient, and so he gave one final longing kiss to her panty clad pussy before his fingers let go of her thighs and he patted her legs just slightly...a reminder that it was time to stop. He straightened, leaning back in his chair, his eyes taking in every inch of the lovely little goddess that she was and his voice spoke with a bit of disappointment in it. It can't be here. If you want to actually do this it can't be here, not yet. People will talk and we can't have that. He paused before picking up his pen and jotting down something on a post it before offering it to her. If you really want this...then meet me in thirty minutes. Meet me and be ready for me, the door is unlocked, I never leave anything important in my car. His eyebrow rose and he passed the note to her, the small scribbling just a letter and a number. The place she could find his car down in the underground parking of the building. C452.
Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

Sophia turned her head, slightly in suprise as she heard the back door open. She had not been ready for him to enter there so at first she wasn't even sure it was him, short seconds passed making her think she was in the wrong car but as soon as he had sat down and she could see his face it felt like all her worries left her body. The sudden shock and suprise had taken away her earlier thoughts about this perhaps not being the best of ideas. The young girl probably felt closer to Robert than he did towards her as she had been thinking about him so much and he had always been a role model of sorts. She watched him in silence as he slowly, with what looked like great calm, unbuckled his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. He did it as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him even if he was he looked fearless. Sophia's eyes stared at his hard cock between his legs and didn't move at first, not even after he spoke to her. Some seconds passed before she looked back up into his eyes and nodded. Her lips not fully closed he could see the emotions in her beautiful eyes, lust and fear. The fear just heightened the lust and her urges as she knew she wanted him, she had to have him she just wanted to touch him. Sitting on her knees in her seat she started crawling between the front seats. Her young and flexible body moved gracefully, like that of a cat's, as she crawled softly to the back seats in the dim lights. She sat down next to him, staring into his mysterious eyes, her lips aching to kiss his lips but she didn't dare as she didn't know if he wanted the same from her in their relationship. Her right hand moved directly but gently to his cock which her slim fingers wrapped around. The skin around it was soft and smooth but the inside hard. She could feel the excitement in his body from just this touch, it told her more than enough. I won't disappoint you... she said, still staring into his eyes as her soft, girly hand started moving up and down with the big cock in it. Sophia then moved in her seat so she sat on her knees as she leaned down next to the penis. Her round fit ass was pouting out behind her and her eyes glancing up at him. I have been waiting for this for so long! she said and looked down at his manhood. Sophia opened her mouth and let her small tounge reach out and lick the tip to taste him. She could smell the musk of his body, the sweat and that primal, natural smell of his sex. She gave the head of the cock a kiss as her both hands had their fingers along the shaft. The blue eyes looked up at him before she closed her lips around the whole head and then let her head move back until the tip left her lips. Her long, wild blonde hair fell down over her face so she let go of the cock to pull it back into a ponytail while she let the tip of her tongue lick in a circular motion around the head. She couldn't exactly see his face in this angle as she was looking down into his lap even though she wanted to. The young girl wondered if what she was doing helped or not, if he was happy with her or if she was letting him down, if she wasn't good enough.
Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

Looking down at her was a breathtaking experience and he was not about to stop what was happening, no, for the moment he merely languished in the feeling of being properly appreciated and what man wouldn't? She was everything he could have asked for in a woman and more than that there was the intoxicating thrill of the fact that the want was returned, perhaps more so, because she had felt attraction for him from a time when he had only looked at her like she was a child. Now though, as she wrapped her lips around him, he was thoroughly convinced that she was no longer a child. No, she was all woman, and his hand came to touch her hair and he idly caressed his fingers through the locks as if she was a prized pet that he was pampering with his attention. He gave a small murmur of approval, laying his head back on the headrest and turning it slightly to the side to look out of the car and towards the elevators...it was best to at least try to keep an eye on them, no matter if he had his prick inside a young woman's mouth at the time. Yet she was offering something more that just this. She was offering him his dreams, not just the idea of being with her, not just having sex with her...but defiling her, using her, breaking her. She had said he could have anything, do anything, and if his first attempts at that failed then it was obviously not fated to work out between them. No, he had to make the first go of it something that tested her and reassured them both that she knew what she was getting into and that she could handle what he was doing. His hand tightened in her hair, curling in it and taking hold, before forcing her throat down onto that massive prick. He did not accept a no for an answer, he did not accept her denial, he was completely uncaring of whether she could take that dick or not. It was viciously done, throating her completely, forcing her down to the base of that shaft and holding her there. His eyes blazed as he tilted her just a little but, turning her face so he could admire the look of seeing her hilted down into her stomach and he held there as he spoke. His voice hissed, his lip curling up just slightly as he raised one leg up onto the seat to spread himself wide. It tilted his hips up, opening him, giving access to that heavy set of balls and lower if it was something the girl was brave enough to do. You think you can fucking do this, do you really? I doubt it, I fucking doubt it. You want to be worth the money, but I could have women...I wouldn't pay for a woman, Sophia. I would pay for a slut. I would pay for a whore. Is that what you want to be? Can you do that for me? The words were barely heard though, not because he whispered them, but because he had begun brutally facefucking the young girl . His fingers had not let up, pumping her head up and down as he thrust his cock up against her, balls slapping her chin as he took what was his. God, it didn't matter if she said no after this, this alone was worth the initial fear. Finally treating someone the way he dreamed.