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Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Ophelia glanced at Alethia noticing the confusion and slight distress on her face. Something the matter? She asked watching. Harris looked up as they both climbed in and the driver left the landing pad leaving behind the crowds. Harris along with the driver where sent to kill the Princess by the order. Ophelia gave Harris a small smile as she turned her attention outside the window expecting to see the castle soon. She frowned noticing it growing further away rather than closer. Where are we going? She asked.
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Alethia was growing more worried and just shook her head to the princess. I'm not sure highness, just something doesn't seem right. She had been in contact with the prime minister of this planet just a few hours ago and there was no mention of needing to replace anyone because of illness. She watched this Harris out of the corner of her eye as she looked back toward where the princess was looking. When she saw the castle moving away she knew that this was all wrong. Turing back she just barely saw the movement before it was too late. Harris was reaching for a dagger under his coat. He moved quickly trying to make it to the princess and finish the task before the knight saw him. Unfortunately for him Alethia was too quick. With a simple move she slipped down the isle of the car and brought her knee up into Harris' face feeling his nose crack under the impact. With a quick movement of her hand she pulled her energy blade and cut through the door sending it flying off its hinges. Jump princess, I'm right behind you.
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Ophelia shrikes watching Alethia. She covered her mouth with her hands when she moved away from the angered Harris holding his bleeding nose searching for his knife that had been knocked from his hand.boohia tenses when the door was cut off the hinges and she was told to jump. Jump?! You want me to Jump?! She asked but didn't have a choice as the driver jerked the vehicle forcing the princess to tumble out of the car. They had to be at least 100 feet in the air. The princess closed her eyes and all she could hear was the wind wishing past her and her scream. Her scream for Alethia.
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Alethia nearly joined the princess as she tumbled out of the air car. It wasn't that she had intended to leave the princess there but she needed to make sure they weren't followed first. With Harris knocked off his knees by the sudden turn Alethia was give a few seconds to break in the panel under the seat and reach in setting the rear repulser drive to overload. Her eyes locked with Harris' for a moment before she smirked and let go dropping out the open door and going into a free fall. Shifting her form around in the air Alethia held her body straight as an arrow aiming for the princess that was getting rather close to the ground. Moments before the unthinkable happened Alethia's strong arm slipped around the princess' waist and she touched a button on her shoulder pad. In less than a second wings extended from her back armor and small jets pushed them through the air with ease. After a few hundred feet Alethia set them both down on their feet letting the wings retract. Are you alright princess?
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

The princess held tight to her guards arm a she caught her. She could feel all the air push out if her body as if she had been punched in the stomach. Once they landed she opened her eyes. No I'm not alright! Ophelia screamed pushing Alethia away as she tried to regain the strength in her legs to walk, but she simply sank to the floor and shook her head. Her mind was racing with a hundred questions of what just happened. She pushed her white hair out of her eyes and looked around at where they where. She sighed her arms resting at her sides and her left hand began to twist the ring around her right index finger. I'm sorry I don't mean to yell at you. She said honestly her eyes going to the sky just as the vehicle exploded. Her eyes widened and she turned to look at Alethia and asked What now?
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Alethia looked at the princess as she yelled and reacted to the whole situation. There was no surprise at all with her reaction, she actually thought that the princess was taking it rather well. There hadn't been and form of threat against a royal family member for year. Honestly most guards didn't take their own job seriously it was just a nice cushy job to them. Looking down at her wrist computer she tried to connect again to the royal net. As for now we need to find a place to be safe, and I'm not sure if the palace on this world is safe.'
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Ophelia had calmed enough and had stopped twisting the ring on her finger and looked to her guard for guidance. She didn't know what to do in this situation and was scared. She looked around and stood up brushing her self off and grabbed Alethia's hand. Well let's go then. She said looking around then to her guard. The sooner we can leave the better right? She said holding her hand tight not wanting to move away from her.
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Alethia looked around them noting the landmark buildings that would help her know where they had fallen out of the hover-car. Feeling the princess take her hand Alethia looked at Ophelia and smiled nodding before starting to lead her over toward a roof access hatch. Opening it quickly and slipped down the ladder inside Alethia activated the light on her shoulder plate casting it about the room. It was a normal maintenance room with tools for working on the roof. The door wasn't locked and led to a stair case. It's safe princess. If I am correct this should be the hotel Olisand, if we go down to the lobby we can get a room to allow us to contact home and find out what is going on.
Thread: Romancing the Stars (Kolath x Freckled_beauty)

Ophelia's eyes followed Alethia's as she observed the landscape. She followed behind Alethia keeping pace with her easily. She watched as the hatch was opened and Alethia climbed down the ladder. She followed behind her and looked around the room and the out at the staircase. Very well lets get going.She said stepping in to the hallway and followed her down to the lobby. Ophelia had pulled her hood on as they moved through the lobby gaining a few glances but nothing alarming. She stood next to Alethia as sh spoke to the person behind the counter.
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

I guess that I should add this, as I seem to have forgotten I usually role play via email or private message. Preferably email as it's easier for me to check regularly.
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

Emails are welcome as well frappuccino62392yahoo.com
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

Roleplays may be long term or short term.
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

OH MY GOD A WILD BUMP APPEARED
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

Bump used Distract! It's really not that effective!
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

Bump for you
Thread: Craving some smutty role-plays!! ;)

AND THE BUMP USED BUMP IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Karel Delamarcis - Human trafficker and slave market mogul Rafael 'Daz Bones' - Contractor, Leader of the Hell's First Dates mercenary contingency Mikoto Mishida - Journalist Natalie - Amelia Sm ith - Missing Photographer, Slave 0109 Joanna Lark - Slave, 0093 Kim Hyung So - Slave, 0042 Melissa Ashford - Slave, 0056 Rebecca Moore - Slave, 0087 Trees uprooted and mud in almost every path, the ground was rocky and the route seemingly unsafe. Was this really the reason why the driver had stopped? En route the appearances of trees toppled left and right did present the reality of the conditions at Roanpur. A small Caribbean island, it had long served as a trading post for the English during the Imperial Age, now left mostly inhabited by natives and workers in the docks and naval yards. World powers scrambled frantically to try and save the little Island's failing infrastructure, in hopes of re-establishing the freight train routes. The only island close enough to the USA, able to circumnavigate through the pacific did present a security insurance otherwise unavailable sailing through Pirate-infested waters near the horn of Africa. Lately, the Gorge, typically undisturbed by both industrialism and it's natives remained that way, mostly. However, under the cover of night...an illegal business had sprung up almost overnight. Taking advantage of loose laws pertaining to shipping and handling, human traffickers had stationed themselves in the valley, hidden under thick canopies. With the Hurricane having passed, ships containing human cargo could be easily lost to ships returning back to their home countries having delivered aid, a perfect cover under the guise of humanitarianism. Almost 30 girls in all, collared and marked, were forced from trucks earlier and forced into 'Camp Smiles' , a hell on earth. Stored within small prisons against the mountain, various implements, from crosses, stockades and even wooden horses were set up just outside and inside. The complex had a long building, outside it were stakes driven into the ground to hold prisoners and torture them. Armed guards, holding Kalashnikovs would patrol regularly, getting their fill from the helpless flesh that were confined in the Camp. From a distance, however, almost a kilometer away from the rest area, a solitary figure stumbled towards Jessica's way. Creamy Peach-colored skin exposed, slightly darkened by mud or dirt as the figure, with a weakened gait that gave away starvation. A heavy metal collar was affixed to her neck, a dazed look over her glazed amber-brown eyes. No journalist could possibly miss that Natalie-Amelia Smith, 20 years old. She was a Journalist student who had went over with an organization that vowed to show the truth about Darfur. She was supposedly taken away by the Janjaweed insurgents in a UN hospital at a village just a few months ago, held at ransom only to vanish entirely from the face of the map in as little as 3 days. As she stumbled and fell to the ground panting, one could only wonder what would a kidnap victim taken from Africa end up here, halfway across the world?
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

The guards took their time corralling the slaves forward, the desperate groans and gagged pleas for mercy a song that was pleasurable to their ears. One such mercenary, Rafael, saw a sudden glint of light from the distance. Leaving his comrades, who were busy molesting and raping a few slaves, he headed off by himself, holding his rifle steady as he navigated through the dense foliage. Like a hunter hunting his prey, he followed the figure, a woman who walked towards the clearing where a small van was. Before she could even reach into the door, a gun was suddenly pointed at the back of her head. One peep from you and I'll blow your brains out. His threat was real, as he prepared to take a few zip ties that he would surely bind her with. Hands behind your head, on your knees. Now. he commanded, patting her shoulder telling her that he was serious.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Mikoto got the scoop of a century!, she giggled as she made her way towards the van. The small white van was becoming closer and closer when she felt something hard tap her back. The voice sent shivers down her spine as she rose her hands and placed them behind her head as instructed. Who are you?, she knelt down on the floor and sighed as she knew the answer better than anybody, she should had known than to stay up there taking pictures. If she just took one or two and ran away she would be home free by now. The ground was hard, the road was very warm almost burning her knees a bit. Look... take my camera and let me go. I promise none of this would come out of my mouth. She knew that with the gun the man had the power, it would take only one bullet to kill her and she wasn't going to take that chance. She knew that she could not turn to see him and most likely he would take her away since she wasn't dead already. She hated how dumb she was, her curiosity got the better of her. The roads were usually empty so she knew nobody was coming for her aid today. She was alone so for now she decided to just play along.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Who am I? Don't need to know that. Daz whispered, softly grasping her hair as he threw her onto the ground, her stomach against the dusty soil. Then, wrenching her hands behind her back, she was handcuffed and restrained, legs bound at ankle with zip ties that completely immobilized her. Once helpless, he threw a burlap sack over her head, tightening near her neck to keep it steady as darkness fell over her. Then, he picked her up, forcing her to hobble and hop lightly until he pressed her against her car, pulling out the keys from her pockets. Mhmm...Nice tits. he whispered. They weren't too big, so he wasn't expecting a good sale for this girl. There were plenty of pervs who'd want a girl of her age, though! Are these real? he asked, unbuttoning her blouse as he felt up her breasts, letting one slide off from the right cup of her bra as his fingers tweaked her nipple.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

She gasped as she felt his body push her down to the soil and make her dirty herself with the things below her. The feeling of her hands being handcuffed made her scream and try her best to beg, Please let me go, take the camera if you wish but let me go. She was afraid, her body was shivering and quivering like crazy however when her legs were immobilized everything dawned at her, these were the same guys of the slave ring and they found her. She screamed as the sack was placed over her head and darkness surrounded her. She groaned feeling him force her to crawl near the truck and then take the keys from her pocket, he was going to take her own car!. She tried to fight to get out of the way as he talked about her breasts however when he went far enough to unbutton her shirt and take one of her breasts out she froze. Feeling useless as he began to get his way with her without her being able to fight or even move, she felt like she was allowing him to do these things which he wasn't.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Let you go? Hah! I'd be retarded to let a piece of meat leave out of this place! he said, a deranged smirk bending his lips as he grasped her breasts, right hand against her throat. All this unnecessary roughness...all he seemed to care about was the fact that he was abusing a live human before him?! Pointing his handgun now at her, he forced her to hobble to the back seat, where she was roughly thrown there. Hitching his rifle, he then drove down the road, ignoring her every plea for mercy. Eventually, he stopped near a dusty road, just near the shade of a tree. There, he guided her towards the tree, where he threw her there and tied a noose onto her neck. Hitching it up the tree, he then pulled, just so that she remained on her tippy toes. Tying the ropes there, free from holding her steady, he uncuffed her hands, grabbing her wrists in case she tried to flail about, tying then with a lock of rope from his waist. Once finished, he took out a knife, flashing it before her before he cut down her shirt, pulling aside the bra as he threw the cloth away, leaving her nipples hard and erect before him. Greedily licking away at the pink nub, he kept the knife right against the left nipple, ever so close to cutting yet keeping the edge steady as he molested her breast...
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

She gasped as she saw the gun, she remained steady as he forced her to hobble on the back seat. Once there she heard the door close and then the car turn on and he beginning to drive. Please sir, I beg you... I won't tell anybody just let me go. She barely could make anything out from the bag over her head, she whimpered as she tried her best to not yell at him, he was in control... one pull of the trigger and she was done for. Taking long deep breaths she tried her best to remain calm not talking much after that. The car stopped and her heart skipped a bit, they were on a dirt road she could at least know that. She was forced out and then something was tied around her neck, all of the sudden she felt herself out of oxygen, she tried her best but she had to move to her toes so she could get a bit of free air. Her hands were uncuffed and then tied in front of her. The next thing she saw horrified her, he was beginning to cut away her shirt!. She felt the fabric leaving her body and then her bra was moved away before a pair of lips surrounded her nipple. Bastard! she knew that she could not fight, she had to keep her remaining strength on standing on her tip toes. From time to time she got tired and her feet dropped only to find herself out of breath. She kept herself on her toes for as much as she could, Please.... my toes hurt.... I...I won't fight..... can you let me rest p...please?. She whimpered as she felt so useless in front of him, she wanted to kill him however she was beginning to think that would be too good for him.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Her toes hurting was just the intention he had for this little predicament. When given the choice, the human body will never be able to kill itself. No matter how sore her toes were, she will never fully suffocate until he decides to do something about it. So until then...her nipples were for him to do with as he pleased. Uueaaghhh he made a sickening noise as he sucked onto her fair pink nubs, tongue softly pressing against the erect tip while lips tried to suckle onto the nub. Pulling away, a strand of saliva remained stuck onto the nipple as he then grasped her skirt, tearing it off to reveal her undergarments. You won't fight? Best you do just that. he threatened, softly stroking her private areas, though he did keep her panties on just to serve as a tease. What's your name? he asked, softly kissing her deeply, before thrusting his finger right into her pussy. First one, then two, then three fingers, gently thrusting in as he bounced in and out, wetness covering his fingers before he shoved them into her mouth. Lick em clean. he whispered. If she tried to bite him, no doubt her life would be in peril.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

He didn't care about her, she whimpered as he just kept using her body like it was nothing but a play thing. She cried out as he continued to lick and suck on her nipples, she was clearly getting turned on but it was just a natural body response. Groaning she tried her best to not push him away, to let him continue to do the things that he was doing after all her life depended on it. She gasped as her skirt was brutally taken from her and she could feel the fabric rip open exposing her to him. She wanted to bite him, she wanted to do so much things to him but she knew better than to be a fool. Her legs were tied which meant that she won't be running any time soon. She let out a moan, her eyes went wide as she felt him pushing his fingers inside her. She wanted to arch forward but that meant the rope restraining her breathing. Groaning she shook her head and took long deep breaths, for now she decided to lie about her name M....My name is Saku...Sakura. The humiliation of having his dirty fingers inside her pussy was nothing compared to when he forced them in her mouth. Her cheeks were clearly red with embarrassment as she began sucking on them not really having any choice in the matter. She could taste herself on his fingers which meant that he knew just how turned on she was. Pleading him to let her go was something stupid, she would either become a slave or get killed and neither one of them was a very satisfying end to her career.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Sakura? Sweet name. Japs like you go well with rope, I heard. he whispered, licking her from neck to cheek, fingers pulling away from her mouth as he then reached out for a ball gag. Say ahhh, or I'll break your jaw. he whispered, commanding her to oblige as he crammed the ball gag gently, pulling the straps behind her mouth until it was firmly behind her teeth, the red ball garish against her fair pink lips. Think I should hang you or lead you on back to your new home? he asked, slowly untying the ropes as he, cruelly, pulled the ropes down, forcing her to hang momentarily before he lowered the ropes, laughing heartily. Giving her a moment to catch her breath, he then tugged on the noose, forcing her to march forward, towards the car. There, he removed the noose, but tied the rope around her waist, then stopping at the middle as he made a crotchrope, cutting right into her labia and through between her buttocks. Tying the end of that rope to the rear bumper, he smiled as he kissed her cheeks. That look in your face...it's delicious. he whispered, as he got into the card, slowly driving forward, but it was enough to get her jogging at a light pace.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

She whimpered as he started licking her cheek, she felt disgusted the fact that she was letting him do all this to her without her fighting. When she saw the bright red ball gag her eyes went wide but she knew he would make do on his threat. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth and let him place the ball gag on her mouth now blocking her sound. She gasped for air once he forced the rope down as she tried her best to not scream out. Finally she was being escorted out as she watched her cloth being left behind in a pile. She cried out loud as she was forced to the back of the car. When he looked at the man tying the noose around her waist she tried to figure out what he was planning. However everything was set clear when she felt the rope against her crotch. She scream and began shaking her head as she saw him tying it to the back of her car. Screaming out loud she knew what was about to happen, as the car moved it forced her to move as well. The crotchrope began to burn on her labia after just a few seconds. She cried out loud as she began to jog trying her best to ignore the pain forming between her legs.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

The girl's scream was proof that this little torture was working quite well. Slowing down, however, he came to an eventual stop. Their little walk must have taken a toll on the girl, especially since she had been forced to march with the crotch rope rubbing against her pussy all while the cloth of her panties did little to protect her from the rope. Kneeling down low, he softly rubbed at her pussy, smiling when there was a little bit of moisture down low. Ohoho...you are quite a rope slut. he whispered, pinching her nipples until he heard the right response. Walking back, he pulled out from his case what sounded like two bells...though these bells seemed to be attached to clothespins. Despite her insistence, he simply clamped them onto both pink nipple, fondling them as it made the bells ring cutely. My, your nip-nips look gorgeous when clamped! he whispered, softly lowering his hands to stroke at her engorged pussy lips.
Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

She finally noticed him slowing down to a stop and she could not help but to pant.The feeling of drool coming down from her gagged mouth was all too present as she tried to suck it up but failing. She tried to punch him but with her hands tied behind her it was clearly a foolish move. Watching him kneel in front of her and touch her pussy made her whimper and cry, slowly she was being broken down to nothing and he haven't even touched her yet. Her feet was killing her and she could not think of a way she could keep walking. She looked at him take the clamps and her eyes went wide, was he aiming to humiliate her further?. Whimpering as he began placing the clamps on her nipples made her whimper and nearly scream. Finally when both of them were in place and the bells were made to ring by the fondling of her breasts it all made her even more embarrassed. Taking a deep breath she felt him stroking her pussy which made her even more ashamed of what she was being done.