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Thread: Dreams of Alice (Devxx and me)

Allie nodded her head as she took in the sight of the harbor. It was as if all the colors were so much more vivid then they ever were in the real world. Everything was ethereal as if she was staring at a rainbow through a clouded bit of glass which made all the colors blend and blur. Well, this place wouldn't really exist without her now would it? After all, this was her dream world and everything here had to be her creation one way or another. He got his head cut off for telling a joke? I'll make a note to keep all jokes to a minimum. Allie said as she took a deep breath. It seemed a bit harsh to actually behead someone for telling an insulting joke and for a moment she wondered just how her subconscious actually came up with things like this. Dream or not, she'd really rather not be on the receiving end of any sort of punishment that involved her losing her head. Allie followed Bunny off the boat towards where he said the carriage would be. As soon as she saw it a huge grin spread on her face as she ran up to the giant kitten that would serve as their transportation. Her hands ran through the kittens soft fur and for a moment it reminded her of her own kitten at home. Hehe, well aren't you adorable. Allie giggled as she gave the kitten a soft pat before heading towards the ladder. You won't be coming? She sounded a bit disappointed as she turned towards Bunny. Shame, she had grown used to his presence and he had been very helpful in answering her questions. Well, thank you very much for taking me this far. The girl bowed into a small curtsy in her nightgown before grasping the ladder and climbing it. After a couple of minutes she made it to the top where the carriage was waiting. As soon as she got in her nose was assaulted by the sweet smell of roses. It seemed as if the carriage was split in half by an incredibly large bouquet of white roses that filled the space. Curiouser and curiouser. Gently she reached out a hand and brushed it over the soft petals wondering just how the roses got there and what they were for.
Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

Day 1 Her mind felt fuzzy. Something was desperately wrong, but she had no clue what it was. Slowly, her eyes opened and blinked. Not a hint of light, she was in absolute and total darkness. Who was she? She stretched, but her arms and legs rapidly hit a wall of some sort. Everything felt wrong. Even her body felt wrong. But I dont know why, she thought. The girl panicked and almost immediately, her muscles stiffened and locked up. Time passed slowly. Her world was small, dark, and oh so quiet. She could hear her heart beat and listening to that sound, the girl drifted to sleep. Her dreams were terrifying, filled with faceless shadows and angry arguments. Day 2 She woke. Tears glistened on her long, dark lashes, but the girl could not see them. Her hair fell in a black waterfall, straight and thick. If the girl had known this, it would only have distressed her. While her memories were disjoined, broken, she somehow knew she had curly hair with a coppery hue. Her almond eyes had a faint almost Asiatic slant, which again, if she had known would have destroyed her equinity. You see, the girl remembered emerald green eyes. She thought of herself as a tall girl, around 57 with fair skin. But while her height remained the same, the skin tone of this girl was clearly that of a Latina princess. So the girl was spared the wrongness of her hair, eyes, and skin tone for the small narrow world in which she existed was black and dark. But she could still sense the wrongness of her body. The curves of her figure seemed larger, deeper than she remembered. She could smell a hint of wood and maybe an almost oily quality to the air. Her head shifted back and forth as she tried to force her thoughts to focus. Then finally, her eyes opened and she remembered. She was Alicia Wilson nee Carther. And the last thing she remembered was having a terrible fight with her husband. Somehow, Alicia knew that she was locked in a box and panic struck. She parted her lush lipped mouth and tried to scream for help. What came out was all wrong. It wasnt help that echoed in the tight, confined space, but an almost animalistic cry that left her vocal cords numb with pain from even trying to use her voice. Worse, her muscles again locked up and she could not move she could only lay there listening to the sound of her panicked breathing. Some minutes later, she heard the sound of a wooden lid being shifted. Her eyes were open, but her view remained dark. Air and coolness rushed in and she wanted to reach up to find a way out. Her body remained soft and pliable, but with muscles that refused to function. She heard a frighteningly familiar voice say, I think I shall call you Alicia. The girl wanted to scream, I am Alicia. But she could only lay there in desperate silence.
Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

Alicia felt more like a helpless doll than a living breathing woman. Her body betrayed her in every possible way. Her muscles would not respond to her commands, her nerves sent erotic joy buzzing through her brain with every touch of her brother. She should have been screaming inside, but her mind seemed to gently accept everything that was done to her as if it was her brothers right. What had her husband done to her? She tried to focus her mind on Edward. He had obviously altered her on a very basic genetic level. He was one of the most brilliant minds in the modern era. Of course, she knew this. But lately, because of the marketing success of his company, the way he had become almost an icon on the screen, she had forgotten that he had once done his own independent cutting edge research. She felt like she was getting somewhere, finally being able to focus her mind when she felt something pasty and a little gritty being inserted into her mouth. Saliva flooded her mouth and without any real effort on her part, she felt herself sucking on the paste. Drool ran down the side of her mouth and she felt it running down her chin. It was amazing how acute her sense of touch seemed without being able to see. Sometime later, she felt her body being moved again. Just the touch of her brothers warm hands on her body sent ripples of sensual pleasure radiating through her. It was as if her nerves were overcharged, on fire. Oh god, she wanted to sigh in pleasure as she felt warm water, just the right temperature surrounding her skin. Her brothers hands roamed freely, soaping her body, cleaning her, driving her just a little mad with the sensation. It was so hard to focus on anything but the beautiful sensations he was bringin to her. She knew this was wrong. Worse, she knew how torn up her brother would be if he knew this was actually his sister. Alicia wasnt sure, but from the way her body felt, the size of her breasts, she was sure dear sweet Lance had no real idea he was abusing his own sister. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and then Lance pressing against the tight rosebud that was until now virgin and untouched sexually. She wanted to cry out and fear ran through her mind as he began to press. But it was as if her body took control and he began to fill her so thoroughly, she didnt know if it were possible. She could feel that small passage being widened, yet gripping. Alicia had no idea this was only his finger, it felt so large and strange. As his finger slipped back out, she realized something new and unusual. Her throat had unlocked enough that she was trying to moan out her pleasure even though she couldnt speak or talk yet. Those incipient sounds fell silent as her brothers engorged cock began to tease its way past her lips, to nudge the back of her throat. And almost automatically, Alicia began to swallow. It was unlikely that Lance noticed, but Alicias small, slender hands began to twitch slightly, her fingers slowly closing and opening as she sucked on her brothers hard cock.
Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

The young man was sweating, his breathing uneven. Lance felt his muscles ache, his brow sweaty. The sound of meat slapping against meat was overwhelming. Again and again the boy slammed against his clone. The air was thick with hormones and the smell of sex. The boy had head a small beeping sound coming from somewhere. Message? He knew protocol dictated that he should check it out immediately, but seeing as he was busy fine tuning a piece of equipment, he could not. The large fleshy shaft was almost 34th inside, when he felt the feeling. Again the clone had bested him, the feeling of his soon to be orgasm was drawing near. He hated it. He hated the feeling of coming to soon. What made matters even worse, he was losing to his own sister.. Clone. He was losing to a piece of equipment, a sex doll. He could not even win from a piece of meat. He was not going to lose, not now, not ever. The boy bit his own lip as he increased the strength of his grip on her flesh. Within one hard shove, he forced himself inside of her as deep as he could. He did not care anymore of the thing could get damaged, hell he didnt care about anything. Again he moved, his hips slamming has hard as they could against her. He did not know why he was so angry, so frustrated. Perhaps because his sister did not come to see him of?. Perhaps, he was going to outer space for a few months. He felt warmth in his mouth. The warm taste of blood filled his mouth, realising he had bitten too hard, the boy lessened his assault. The young man always liked to bite his own lip, or softly scratch his chest when he was close, but this was something new. He cleared his mind from frustration and anger, slowly moving inside of her. The young man had taken out his frustration on the clone. He paced himself as he felt the increasing pleasure build up. He had ravished the clone for nearly ten minutes. The young man had not noticed nor counted any orgasm the clone had. His own member felt burned, the friction almost too much. Pulling out on the last second, the young man stroked himself. Just before the explosion of his man butter, he plunged himself in her wet folds. The tight little sex had not been widened by the events that had transpired the last ten minutes, leaving it overwhelmingly tight. Seconds later the boy exploded inside her and falling asleep soon after. Three hours later the young man woke up, the smell of semen and female juices filled his nostrils. Fuck. Ill clean you up later A bit groggy the young man walked towards the cockpit and pressed the repeat button. The screen came alive and he was greeted with the image of his sister. Hey lance.. The boy did not know why.. But he started to cry.
Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

Hes fucking me, Alicia thought. My brother is actually fucking me in the ass. The thought blew her already warped mind even as he lay atop her and thrust deep inside her again and again. Fuck me! she gasped. Fuck me! She felt so tight, his cock should have split her open, but it was like she was just large enough to accommodate him and now more. As his body slapped against her own, Alicia whimpered in tormented pleasure as he filled her and thrust rapidly in and out. Her legs as her body countered his thrust with its own. She shuddered inside at his hard thrusting, glorying in the feel of his full prick pumping inside her throbbing ass. But then it was as if the tenor of the mating act changed. Her brother seemed almost angry and a new emotion other than pure sex charged the air. Suddenly, a sudden arc of pain shot through her body. It felt like he had bit her. She wanted to scream, but her body only clenched harder on his firm manhood. How could he do this to his own sister? He knew she thought he was some sort of toy, but couldnt he sense that it was his own true sister inside this sex-toy body? Could he not somehow sense her soul? She knew how terrible he would feel when he finally found out. She doubted that he would ever again be able to look her in the eye without blushing red. Even as she had those thoughts, her brothers large fleshy shaft began to pulse. He seemed so large, so incredibly big inside her. She let out a low moan of aroused pain as he slammed into her again and again and then, suddenly he pulled out and plunged into her hot, red pussy canal. As he pulsed out his hot seed, she kept having this horrible thought that she had not taken her birth control in weeks now. She fell asleep with her brothers body warming her own. When she awoke some time later, he had left. The room smelled of sex. And she was lonely. As she shifted, Alicia made a discovery. Somehow with her brothers tinkering or maybe just that he had finally fucked her in every hole possible, she found herself for the first time able to move her arms and legs. Stumbling, she shifted and tried to scream as she fell off the tray or whatever it was he had left her on. Stars exploded as she felt her head slam into something. Standing, she began to move slowly, her arms blindly feeling out in front of her, trying to feel her way to something familiar. Pausing, she ran her hands over her body. It felt strange. The breasts were far too large, her hips felt off. What had been done to her? If only she could see. Moving forward again, she bumped into something that felt like an entrance. Her blind doll like eyes stared blankly forward. Somewhere in the distance, she thought she heard her own voice.
Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

I almost forgot to tell you. Youre going to be an uncle in about 8 months. Im pregnant! Edward stepped into camera view and could be seen kissing Lances sister. Lance grinned at the news. I am going to become a uncle?.. Me? Tears ran down his cheeks, part loneliness part joy. Enjoy the clone. And dont do anything I wouldnt do. Oh thats just mean, As if he would. The screen went dark again. His own sister would probably have him checked out by a shrink if she knew what he had done to the clone. The clone had been a great stress reliever, perhaps he should take better care of it?. He stepped out of the cockpit and noticed the naked, cum-stained, clone. She was standing erect, her hands fumbling around her, as if she was blind. What the hell? He walked towards her and grabbed her wrists. His brother in law had probably programmed her like this. He loved playing games on people, perhaps he needed to interact with her more. The programming would probably be kept in the secure section. He guided her towards one of the smaller bedrooms. It was small room, only housing a bed and a desk. This is your new room. He pushed her gently towards the bed as he helped her sit down. He form was still exposed, the smell of semen in the air. He moved towards the small sink, while grabbing a towel. Here Clean yourself He watched as the clone did as he asked. How much could she learn, could she be programmed to certain tasks?. The young man grinned as he stepped outside. He would bring her some food and water in a few hours. For now he was going to play the message his sister left him. Week 1. Day 4 Lance had been busy with some minor repairs. A small power cable had decided to melt itself. It was nothing worth mentioning, but it would take some time to repair. During this time he had left the clone alone. Every few days he would give her the needed nutritions and fluids. He had instructed her to wear some clothes. The large box that housed her, came equipped with some basic outfits for her. They were Revealing. The creatures had obviously forgot to implement undergarments. Twice more Lance had slept with her, each time he had exploded inside of her while calling out his sisters name. He had decided to exorcize all his incestuous thoughts, using the clone for that task.
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

hip checks, wiggling her bum
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

gives a bump too for his baby She's great guys. You should totally play with her. You know you wanna...promise you'll enjoy it. And she has cookies... Seriously though. I give my recommendation. Daisy is a great writer and is well worth giving the time, so how about showing her how welcome she is as a partner guys? Show her some love...just...keep it in character. .
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

I like cookies. Hi there, Daisy. If you have any interesting plots I would love to hear them if you would want to PM me.
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

nudge for mah babeh
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

hip checks
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

bump...and grind...mmmm...you know you like that baby
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

DrivingMissDaisy said hip checks, wiggling her bum Click to expand... That'd get the ass raped.
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

If you're still up for an RP, let me know!
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

Pst! Try shooting her a PM dude. Better chance of her seeing it. And be literate. She likes that. Bump for mah babeh by the way.
Thread: Seeking Intelligent Male Partners.

bumps this thread out of the stone age
Thread: Seeking A Dominant Male for A Rp

What kind of plot ideas were you thinking? More fantasy or realistic? I'm interested.
Thread: Seeking A Dominant Male for A Rp

I'm honestly open to either. What are your fantasy ideas? and what would be more to your realist taste? I often prefer to match my partner's desires for this.
Thread: Seeking A Dominant Male for A Rp

That's like one of the greatest things have in an RPing partner. lol Cooperation can really help out. So, Fantasy I'm not always the most creative in. I can only think of basic things such as werewolves x humans, vampires x humans, and ancient greek creatures and stuff, so if you're better with fantasy you can pitch some ideas and come up with a good plot. I know I won't be able to. Otherwise for realistic there are tons of possibilities such as school, trains, hotels, teacher, and etc. But if you have any specific fantasies you'd like to explore with a partner, PM me and we can come up with a plot for what you'd like to do most.
Thread: Seeking A Dominant Male for A Rp

bump...
Thread: PM question,

I made a new folder in my PMs for role plays specifically, but is there a way that I could automatically forward certain messages to that folder? Please and thank you, Nosferatu
Thread: PM question,

If there's a way to do that, I'm unaware of it. I place messages in their designated folders as I receive them. If there is a way to do that, however... that would be awesome.
Thread: PM question,

No.... the rule game is gone. I searched high and low for that action and I haven't found it.
Thread: PM question,

NovemberS n o w said No.... the rule game is gone. I searched high and low for that action and I haven't found it. Click to expand... Yeah, my friend who referred me mentioned about their used to be rules you could add to certain folders. But it's gone now?
Thread: PM question,

BM had to switch the server used was that it? or just the coding of the site changing with the serversome mix of it? I wasn't here for it, and since changing stuff around, the rules set for folders in pm's has been removed. Sadly, you have to move them yourself. But, at least you have infinite pm space now, from what it looks like.
Thread: PM question,

Blue Moon is on Elliquiy's server now. The switch was inevitable because it was the search system that was bringing the site down, anyway. Not the actual act of searching, but the way phpBB populated the search tables on each and every post.
Thread: His Little Treasure [Rekoj/Torrid]

His eyes looked down the scope, his aim adjusted for wind and gravity, the crosshairs were where they needed to be.. and so the tall, well-muscled handsome man pulled the trigger. His name was Johnathan, Johnathan Mitchell, and he had been doing this for as long as he could remember. The only life that made sense to him was death, it seemed to be the one thing he was good at. He'd always been smart, too smart for school, too smart for his own good. He'd accelerated within the mafia's ranks quickly, and soon he was their trusted man. They'd give him everything he needed, because they knew he would get the job done, and never leave a trace. As he calmly packed up his .28 caliber sniper rifle, packing it up in a briefcase as the car which was being steered by the now dead-man in the driver's seat crashed into a wall. He returned to his vehicle, the last thing you'd expect from a hitman, he drove a 2006 Beige Toyota Corolla, the 'old person's' car. It wasn't flashy, in fact, it was very easily forgettable, but that was the point. He'd tweaked the engine in case he ever needed a little extra boost in an escape, but mostly he drove within the rules of the road and calmly away from his sniper perch. It would take them forever to figure out where the shot came from, and by forever, he would be long gone. He had finished his job, he would collect his paycheque, and now there was only one thing on his mind. Another day, another dollar, another dollar in the bank. He was a meticulous saver, building up wealth quickly, though he occasionally couldn't help buying a little treat for his treasure. His treasure, seemingly, the one thing he lived for. She was his everything, yet he kept her a secret. He was scared to lose her, the one thought that could actually scare this man, was not having her. He needed her, and he gave her everything she needed, except freedom. She would stay at home and wait for him during the day, kept within an on-suite to his warehouse which consisted of a lovingly furnished bedroom, and accompanying bathroom, with a corner of the bedroom reserved for punishments. He turned left toward home and what might have been a hint of a smile crept onto the corner of his lips as he thought of her. Maybe he would punish her tonight, maybe pleasure, he usually gave her both. As he drove mindlessly through the city, soon he found himself home, where he knew who he'd find waiting for him. He walked briskly past a pair of door-guards, the warehouse used for other mafia transactions, he found the ensuite comfortable enough to call home. And, the mafia would obey his wishes, they would make sure that she would never leave. It kept strangers out, kept his lovely angel in, it was all that he needed. He reached the door to the hallway that led to their living quarters, a dark grin on his lips now, setting the briefcase down in their private hallway, walking towards the door and swinging it open in stride. Layna, I'm home..
Thread: His Little Treasure [Rekoj/Torrid]

Layna had been in the washroom, preparing herself for the return of her Master. She thought about him as she pushed a hand through her long reddish brown curls fluffing them so the surrounded her pale face. Johnathan had been her high-school sweetheart. She'd gone where-ever he wanted her to and done whatever he wanted her too. Her family hadn't been happy about it, they'd protested sometimes quietly sometimes at the tops of their lungs. But love, she thought was just love. She applied a thin layer of clear gloss over her peach toned lips to make them shine. She'd been a good girl this morning, so she'd earned the privilege to wear clothing today. She'd chosen a emerald green tank top with just a hint of shimmer, that was too tight and very low cut. She'd skipped the bra entirely so the swell of breast that showed through the top was an all natural 34C. She'd chosen a jean skirt that hugged the flair of her curvy hips an exposed most of her milky colored thighs again she'd skipped the panties. Her feet were bare and her nails along with her finger nails were painted a shimmery green to match her top. She tilted her head as she looked in the mirror. Her ears perked a bit and she turned her head causing the silver star dangles in her eyes to spark off the lights. It was the door, he was home! When she heard him call she rushed from the bathroom, flicking the light off. Welcome home Master she said as she moved into the hallway.