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Thread: Never Enough (FatherFigurexLostLamb)

His pants? What about her ass? The sheer audacity of the moment was not lost on him as he stared at her. Face to face himself with what she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it for. Oh, he was a pervert he knew that...but did the men online really know how old his little girl was? Did they really grasp what was happening? He wondered briefly and part of him understood, somehow that they did not. They had no idea. Now though, now they were facing off with each other and he could not help but take in the curve of her body. His eyes widened, opening, his breathing heavy as he wondered what it would be like to touch her. No, even though he was upset his erection had gone nowhere and in fact felt more painful being constrained in the boxer-briefs. His teeth clenched together as she lied to him, the features seeming to grow hard. Would her Father regain control at all? It was highly doubtful. No, this was beyond the pale for both of them and he felt that hammering inside of his head that hinted he was going mad with both anger and lust. His body moved across the room, giving up any vestige of control as he took hold of her beautiful hair and jerked her head hard. There might be shock from the watches, maybe something in their comments, but he did not care...he only had eyes for her. Let them watch, let them watch what happened to a girl who decided to slut it up online and show her fucking body to the world. His eyes narrowed as he stared down into her face and he whispered. Why....why would you do this.... Those words actually contained all the hurt he could express, the disappointment in her, but more than that there was a gulf of distress that it had not been him. He felt that inside of himself, that it had not been him and he was furious...furious and jealous. Who had been the first man to see her? Who had been the first man to jack off looking at her skin? Who had gotten to admire his little girl? His teeth pulled back, almost feral, a snarl on the face of a Father who had never looked at her with such anger before in her life and he pushed her head down hard towards the bed, his other hand coming to slap her ass. A hard blow, making those cheek shake, before he did it again. Each one punctuated by a word, each slap of his hand echoing in the room. How... fucking ... dare ... you !
Thread: Never Enough (FatherFigurexLostLamb)

It was obvious that her sugar-sprinkled lie wasnt going to settle very well. The physical reaction it garnered practically made Brookes blood run cold. Dishonesty had never been taken lightly the act in itself dug a deeper grave than just being caught online would have earned on its own. His approach had never frightened her before. The determined look in his eye coupled with a hasty advance earned a natural instinct to recoil. The effort caused more damage than it prevented. Snagged by her hair tugged, the action earned a pained whine as she was forced to face him. Their proximity revealed even more. It was a wonder how a sixteen year old managed to blend and apply cheap drugstore makeup like a professional. Her lips were coated in a thin layer of pink gloss and she even smelled of perfume. His query made her quiver. Struck dumb by his bold approach and forceful grasp, Brooke had suddenly become incapable of speech. Her fingers dug deeper into the plush material of her teddy bear as wide doe eyes absorbed every movement he made. Was this still her Father? In a whirlwind of emotions and rage, another cry was offered while being forced down against her mattress. Im sorry Daddy, please! Her face sank roughly against the bed with the teddy pinned beneath her torso. Had she not been terrified, the fur of the bear would have been rather enjoyable. Still on her knees, she bent at her hips to fully expose what the growing number of viewers had come to see a milky white ass with a pair of panties hardly clinging to it. If he wasnt there, her exposed skin would have meant nothing. Now as he saw her, judged her, the embarrassment couldnt have been more intense. Brooke wasnt exactly sure what her Fathers plan was but it didnt take long to reveal itself. The first slap came as a genuine surprise. The bite of his palm against the soft flesh of her rear made her yelp in surprise. Biting at her bedsheets, each spank after earned a muted groan. Rather than flail and twist about, shed chosen to hunker down and maintain the highest level of composure possible. Her toes curled as he doled out her punishment, each one rocking her slender frame. Had it not been for his grip at her tresses she would have likely been pushed forward a few inches. Her ass adopted a delicious shade of pink which only deepened to a more attractive red in the few moments after his final swing. There was something odd in the way she accepted her spankings by the time he finished her ass was still up in the air, poised and ready for more. Sure, a few tears had been shed, but who was to say they were all out of fear?
Thread: Never Enough (FatherFigurexLostLamb)

For her each slap on her rear had led her a bit further towards the submissive nature that she had, the willingness to give of herself to a man, and for him...for him the exact opposite, as only could truly exist between two people who were dominant and submissive. His own reaction as his hand eased it's blows was one of awe, of pure awe as he examined her young little rear beneath his fingers. The final blow came but it was more admiring lovetap, more adoring caress, and his fingers took hold of her reddened cheek and slowly gripped...taking his time in feeling the skin beneath his palm. Breathing deeply he could smell her arousal on the air and his tongue came out to trace over his lips as he felt her shaking beneath him. It was a heady experience, drug inducing unlike anything other, and when someone was in that moment...when someone felt those rush of hormones and dark delights in their minds...could they really be considered sane at that point? Could they be considered anything other than drugged out of their mind? Could they be held accountable for their actions? Legally they most definitely could be, but he was no longer thinking of legally. No, he was thinking that he wanted more of her as she lay there...his little perfect Brooke, the girl that he had found online and he turned just slightly to look towards the computer. They could see her in all her glory, but they could not see him, at least not his face. They were strangers, people that were nowhere near the two of them. They meant nothing in the scheme of things...but they meant something to his girl. He saw the sudden surge of requests, the demands, the money flowing in...how they were dropping tokens. They wanted to see her...to see more of her. They wanted her to be shown off....and who was he to deny them. His voice was low, taunting as he whispered... Your audience loves you, baby girl. His hand hooked into her panties and jerked them down, baring her ass fully to the men watching on the screen. He could see, he had such a perfect view, and he moved up onto the bed with her...wanting to shame her, wanting her to know what kind of girl she truly was. Part of him hated himself for doing this to her, part of him despised it, but he couldn't stop himself. He was furious...and more than that...he was aroused, aroused and hungry for more. His strong legs braced him near her head, if she but turned she could see him thick and erect still trapped within his boxer briefs. His fingers moved along her young ass, raking with his nails just a tiny bit. And then he spread her, spread her wide for everyone to worship.
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Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Snow squelched under his battered old boots as he trudged along the sidewalk. He was tall, and his close-cropped hair was dark, and he wore a weathered old Army coat that had seen better days and khaki cargo pants in desperate need of ironing. The entire effect was shabby and disreputable, and the few people who passed him dismissed him as homeless and immediately ignored him. He paused at an intersection, consulting an electronic device of some sort. It had apparently started life as a phone, bit with the casing torn off and various other bits wired and soldered on, and then the whole thing held together with glossy black strips of tape. He tapped the screen with a callused finger, stirring it to kife, and examined the flickering glyphs that danced across the screen. Finally, with a curt nod, he turned left and stride towards the brilliantly- lit hall at the end of the road, stuffing the device back in his pocket as he went. If they're going to ask me for help, he muttered as he approached the hall, you'd think they could have offered more information. A snort of disgust. But, no. Of course not. Walking in the front door was not an option, he decided. Oh, he could probably manage. But it would attract too much attention. Same with the service entrances, he decided. Which simply left an oblique approach. Specifically, it meant producing a slim bronze rod from a pocket, and thumbing it into life with a dull squealing hum. And then, at a convenient break in traffic, shimmying up and over the wrought iron fence and its not-quite-decorative spikes. A few minutes after that he was hanging one-handed from a windowsill, using the shrieking bronze rod to cajole a narrow window into opening. And then, when it ooened only 45 degrees, to work the hinge screws out. By the time he was squeezing his shoulders through the smallish windowframe, he was also flexing his fingers in an attempt to restore circulation. He dropped to the floor, the motion lighter and more agile than would be exoected from his size. Barely sparing a look at the room - furnished with marble floors and tile walls and multiple stalls of some sort, he produced the device again and thumbed it to life. At the sight of the display, his eyes narrowed. Hmmm... closer... Glancing up from the screen, he realized for the first time that he wasn't alone. An attractive blonde woman in a gown of sapphire blue.stared at him with startling green-gold eyes. Moving slowly, he tucked the device away. Ah... hello, he said carefully, his deep voice touchec with a slight, unplacable accent. I'm the Shaman. Not to alarm you, but have you seen any shadows about?
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Athena was in the process of slipping back on her shoes when a noise made her look up only to see the small window to her right opening and a pair of legs slipping through. What in heaven... she whispered to herself as the man's frame continued on, What in tall heaven more like it.. she trailed off hoping that he hadn't heard that since it wasn't very good, definatly not going to be in the book. Athena's green eyes never left the man before her as he literally dropped in and continued on as if she weren't even there, a face of complete bewilderment upon her features as he pulled out something electronic before he finally met her eyes with his own hazel ones. Her delicate brows furrowed as he spoke to her as if she were a frightened animal, Shadows? No, well they are all over the place with the chandeliers and crystals and whatnot. she answered without a second thought before realizing the problem here, Why are you asking me the questions? I should be asking you why some odd man just happened to drop into the ladies room. she managed to slip on her shoe as she spoke and put the necklace into her clutch bag, What was that for? she asked her eyes flickering to his pocket and really all over the scruffy looking man, Wait did you say the Shawman? she asked as she took a couple strides towards him, her head tilted slightly with utter curiosity just as there was a jiggle on the handle to the entrance of the restroom.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

The young woman - who was really quite attractivem he noted in a distracted fashion - just stared at his hand for a moment before launching into a barrage of questions. He let them roll over him, listening more to the harmonics and tones of her voice than anything else, then held up a hand as she drew a breath. In order, he said, beginning to tick his remarks off on his fingers. First, not those kind of shadows. The... hmmm... he chewed his lip in thought. There's no good word in English. Ah... archetypal shadows? Creatures of the id? Maalyngynshulidinazj ? The last wird rolled off his tongue, a flowing stream on nonsensical sound. Perhaps a better question would be if anyone here is acting peculiar ir out of character? He ticked off a finger. But I digress. Second, you're here. So if course I'm asking you. And why would you have an entire room reserved for the use of a single gender? It's wasteful, unless... wait... a matriarchy, perhaps? Yes, that could be it... He scratched his head, seeming to forget Athena was there. Culturally that would... wait, off topic again. He ticked off another finger. This, he declared, patting his picket, is a nouspathic field strength gauge. It... uhm... well, think of it as determining the relative power of sentient minds. I'll be happy to explain the technical details later, if you're curious. His last finger folded down. And it's the Shaman, actually. And you are..? A piercing scream interrupted at that moment, a sound laced with fear. The Shaman's head whipped around, and he strode towards the door. And that's orobably the shadow. Pardon me while I go have a look.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

The way he spoke now, so matter-of-factly, caused a blonde brow to rise on its own. She found it intreging now only because he was telling her everything she wanted to know but he was doing it in a way that had strucutre as well as a calm air about himself that oozed confidene. It was all very fasinating to watch, as well as hear, him speak. Her arms crossed before her chest and she let a hip lower in a slightly more causal posture and although she didn't understand half, alright more than half, of what he was saying she nodded along anyways. Archetype shadows? Are you saying there is something that is mimicking someone else so perfectly that we cannot even tell the difference? she asked but he was already off on another tangent. Even though she herself didn't understand what he was proposing was happening at the moment she would go along with this strange man's antics for now. So that detects minds that are aware, as in functioning or simply not things that are supposed to me.. her words trailed of as she herself was talking mainly to herself as she watched his last finger fold over before she attempted to introduce herself. I'm Athena- the scream pierced through the bathroom door and she too became aware of the utter panic in the shrill scream, No, wait! You cannot go out there looking like that, she told him as she picked up the skirt of her dress and could only watch as he left the ladies room. There were a couple of prude looking women beyond the door as she followed the Shaman out to the ball room, no one seemed to pay any mind to Athena or even the strangely dresed man but there was a large group of people gathering around a certain spot below the high staircases. Athena squeezed her way though people, all murrming with wide eyes and worried glances to and frow. Finally, peaking over the shoulder of an older woman she spotted the calamity... Athena herself couldn't help but gasp at the sight. A younger man, in his thirties perhaps, light patches of gray peeking through on his temples, was scewered straight through by the ice large ice sculpture of a castle with a spiriling center tower putruting through his abdomen. Although the sculpture was cracked in several places it seemed to be holding for the time being, as crimson blood ran down and filled the icey trenches with red rivers. It was truly a sight to be seen. If the Shaman hadn't just been talking about shadows Athena might have missed the slight movement that the impailed man's shadow made. It was as if his shadow moved on its own and flickered, the blurred movement seen through the crystaline ice. She gasped once more and looked up to see if the chandelier had moved but it was perfectly still above the crowd.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

They're not mimics, the Shaman said as he strode past the two women waiting their turn to enter the Matriarch's Chambers - implying that Athena was an important personage in this House. They're parasites. They feed on the persona and the ego, stripping away what their host is and laying bare all the dark impulses that lurk in the subconscious. He grimaced. And none of that is strictly accurate, but we're dealing with the vagaries of English here. Hosts rarely survive long - barely a decade, typically. But these shadows are starving, so... He stopped, staring at the scene in the main room. People stared in shock and horror at the figure impaled on the ice sculpture. The Shaman, however, seemed utterly unphased. He merely extracted his device as he crossed the room, moving it carefully over the corpse. Hm... distinctly parasatized, and not too long previously. The damage to his fine structure of his nousystems is far too great to be accounted for by violent death. Who are you? demanded Robert St. Clair, advancing on him. I'm the... Robert whirled on his daughter. Athena! Who is this... this ruffian? ...Shaman. What happened... He pinched the bridge of his nose. It's bad enough that we have a suicide at our party, Athena. Now, with the Metropolitan Police coming, you allow a... a homeless vagabond in here? ...here. And summoning the Police is a terrible idea, sir. Robert whirled on him, putting all of his dominant personality into his next words. Of course you wouldn't want them summoned, sir. The last word dripped with contempt. Because I'll have you arrested for trespassing. Unphased by the man's bluster, the Shaman shook his head. No, not at all. I don't want them summoned, because you'll break what little quarantine this building offers. Right now, we have a chance to capture the shadow.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Who are you? Father he- her wide green eyes flashed with a slight worry as she now caught herself between her father and the Shaman.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Athena! Who is this... ruffian? Father he- her wide green eyes flashed with a slight worry as she now caught herself between her father and the Shaman. Athena always saw her father as an unyielding mountain, but then again that is how he became so known throughout the high class society. Because I'll have you arrested for trespassing. Her mouth closed abruptly as her father was right. Robert, why are you yelling you are only making matters worse. said Ramose St Clare, as she gracefully walked forward and stepped between the man and her husband, the regal tilt of her head one that knew how to deal with her husband. No, not at all. I don't want them summoned, because you'll break what little quarantine this building offers. Right now, we have a chance to capture the shadow. Father! Athena said, receiving a disapproving look from her mother, Didn't you just hear him? This was no suicide, she gave an unsure glance back at the Shaman, as if hoping she was right, Its a parasite that caused this poor man's death. You have as much power in this city as any policeman, tell them to stay out Father. Tell them you can handle this. at that moment she felt much like a child again, demanding that her father do as she wanted or else she would stamp her foot and hold her breath, she heard a faint laugh, spotting her brothers out of the corner of her eye. Typical that they would laugh at a time like this. 'Gods help me...' she thought to herself but to further her cause she took a step back to stand next to the Shaman, He is the Shaman father, he fixes things, he can see things we cannot. she was truly going on a limb here, hoping that some sliver of proof would manifest.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

The Shaman? Robert sneered. What sort of name is the Shaman ? Ramona, for her part, gasped in shock. A shaman. Athena! she caught her daughter's hand, scandalized. Don't tell me you've gotten involved in some New Age cult! It's a title, actually, interjected the Shaman. Although it does serve the same function as a name. And this is not Robert wasn't listening. Instead, he turned and gestured. Two of the plain clothes security personnel approached. Hold this man until the police arrive! I've no doubt he's responsible! We tried to raise you right, Ramona was in tears. Our family has been Church of England since the days of Henry the Eighth. Why, dear? ...the time for... He broke off as the two guards grabbed him, trying to pull away. Don't do this! More people will dis! Threats, now! Robert boomed. Do your duty! BASTARD! a viice screamed. I'll fucking kill you! Everyone watched as Stephen tackled Eric to the ground, then grabbed him by the throat and started punching. She was mine , he screamed in time with the punches. And you
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Athena snatched her hand away, Mother, really? Why would you think such a thing? her face now utterly torn between pleasing her family and doing what she thought was right, I would never disgrace the family like that, not ever! she said as she could only watch as her mother began to tear, the liquid spilling over. She didn't know what to do, this was a hurricane of a mess. Why exactly was she defending this strange man anyways? He literally just dorped into her life, she held no ties towards him and he was of no real care to her. Her quick thoughts were interrupted by the familiar yell of her brothers. She looked on as did many of the spectators at her family drama that was unfolding minute by minute. Catching the very few snippits of words that were exchanged she quickly concluded that this scuffle was about Stephan's new found curiosity, Violet, the daughter of her father's friend from America up here for the winter months to discuss the business and its growth. But that was the least of her worries as she once again picked up her skirts and hurried over to the two of them. Violet right behind her as soon as she heard the commotion. Violet was a tiny thing with lithe features that would make any woman jealous to have two men fighting over her . But her pale face was anything but happy as she skirted to a stop next to Athena and tugged at her arm. Athena! Do something! she pleaded. I-I can't! she told the shorter blonde beside her not knowing how to stop the all out brawl before her, both brothers spitting curses and bloodied.
Thread: A  Trip in Time {KayLove & TheCorsair}

Security intervened, quickly separating the brothers. Professionals, they made the difficult task appear easy - Stephen struggled and fought, trying to break free and get at his brother. Mine! he screamed. She should have been mine! And you stole her! Fucked her! I'll KILL you! Erik, nose bleeding and one eye already purpling, just stared at his twin in shock. Steve? What..? I'll KILL YOU! Had a bit too much to drink, I think, one of the guards restraining him said. We'll get him somewhere to cool off. He's infected. The two words seemed to cut through the commotion, and all eyes turned to the Shaman. Despite being in an arm lock, he gave the impression of being in charge. The shadow has... Get him out of here, Robert ordered, voice cold. Hold him for the police. He turned back to his son. And you! Brawling in public like a... a.. hooligan! Hiw dare... Blow me, you old fossil, stephen snapped. Quarantine him! the Shaman shouted as security pulled him away. You're all in grave danger!