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Thread: What's Your Safeword? (Torrid x I Am Nobody)

Gemma's mouth snapped shut immediately as his words filled the room, his voice seemed harsher than it had before and a frown floated across her lips as he pushed her back against the cross. She took a deep breath when her back settled against it and he began to buckle her in. It was happening, everything that she'd ever fantasized and dreamed about was about to happen. She wanted to protest the blindfold but once it was secured she felt no panic, no need for him to slow down. Gemma felt as though her body was alive for the first time, there was a faint buzzing just below her surface - a mix of anticipation and excitement mingled with desire leaving her ready for anything. Punishment his words lingered in the air, she was about to be punished for not following rules that had been unknown to her and she wondered if the man had no sense of fairness. She didn't get into this for fairness however, she got into this to give up control in a way she'd wanted to for so very long. So when his crop fell away her lips parted in preparation for the first blow, she tensed as the whistling of the crop sounded and the blow landed on her thigh, shooting delightful pain up her thigh straight to her core she moaned before she bit out the words ONE! Thank you Master she bit her bottom lip and cried out as each blow landed. TWO! Thank you Master... THREE!! Thank you Master... Four! Thank you Master... Five! Thank you Master!... SIX!! Thank you Master... SEVEN! Thank you Master!... EIGHT! Thank you Master Gemma figured that he could tell when a hit particularly hurt because her voice would become slightly higher as she counted and thanked him for her punishment. When he got to her breasts she was writhing wet mess and had began to wonder if it was possible to orgasm from the crop alone. Wouldn't that be something? Her body stung all over but she continued to count off the blows. NINE!!! Thank you Master... TEN! Thank you Master. She was deathly afraid that she would lose count of the blows and he'd end up starting over or adding something more to the punishment and it took all of her focus to keep counting.
Thread: What's Your Safeword? (Torrid x I Am Nobody)

He was glad she wore the blindfold Brian could no longer stop the grin from spreading across his face every time she shrieked, every time she jerked in pain. The deep red marks of the crop were standing out against her skin, her thighs soaked with her own arousal. He could practically smell her lust in the air, hear it with every desperate gasp of air she took in. The blows continued to fall, waves of pain slicing through her breasts as the thin leather bit into her tender skin. The final three strikes were the worst of all, each one taking so long to fall that she might have begun to fear he had forgotten her or simply left. Each of her nipples was directly struck by the crop, the sensitive nubs screaming in pain as her body twisted beneath the lash, and the final blow slashed down to strike her clit, her entire body jumping from the impact. But at last it came to an end, her quivering body left untouched for several moments before a hand fell upon her, softly stroking along her body, gently caressing the stinging marks left behind by her punishment. You took that punishment well, slave. It seems I will not have to be so gentle with you in the future, her master said with a slight chuckle, his hand lightly pinching her sore nipple between his fingers. Now, you will be taught the basic rules I expect you to follow. Listen well, slave, you do not wish to know what will happen if I am forced to repeat myself. His hands mercilessly toyed with her body as he spoke, sliding his palms across her thighs and stomach while her breasts received no more then the gentlest brush of his fingertips, her dripping cunt cruelly untouched. While you are here, you are only Slave. Slave's only purpose is to serve her master. Slave will not pleasure herself without Master's permission. Slave will not orgasm without Master's permission. Slave will never question her Master. Tell me all of the rules you have heard so far, he suddenly demanded, the tone of his voice unchanging if Gemma wasn't listening carefully, she might have missed the order entirely.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

-Codi is a slut and she not only knows it but loves it. She has always loved being brutally fucked and beaten like she was being raped but she could never help but take it with a smile and always be eager to please. Codi was sitting at a run down, shitty hole in the wall bar, wearing a pink and black plaid skirt that was too short for her own good. She could feel the cold metal stool under her pantyless ass and smooth, glistening legs that lead down to a pair of six inch stilletoes. On top she had a pink shirt that hung off of her large tits as the bottom of the shirt didn't even touch her flat stomach. After ordering a drink Codi turns around on the stool to look out for any man who might want to completely wreck her. O.O.C. I'm looking for one or multiple guys who will just completely destroy me. I want to be fucked beaten and humiliated like you don't care for how I feel, my well being or even if I live or die. The only thing I wont do is NC, I will never fight back.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Chuck walked into the bar looking from head to combat boots like trouble. He was tall and lean, but had put in the work to build his body into corded definition. The former soldier was looking to celebrate. He had escaped a court-martial with only a dishonorable discharge after some dumb slut had called a reporter and gotten the story in the papers. Something had to be done so his head rolled. Dangerous eyes scanned the bar, glazing over drunks, methheads and washed-up whores to settle on the girl sitting on the bar. He leaned on the bar Get me a shot of Jack. He ordered the bar man, And another for her. She seems to have dropped her drink. With that he reached over, grabbed her drink and dumped it on the floor. What's your name?
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Wherever Chuck went, it seemed his shadow was never far off. After all, it was something undeniable. Every dark needed a light, every down needed an up, and every Yin needed a Yang. Jack was just in the bar behind Chuck, freshly polished boots, dog tags hanging in front of his shirt, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and he was listening to the dulcit tones of Five Finger Death Punch, War is the Answer while he examined the bar. Where Chuck had been discharged, Jack held enough rank as a commissioned officer that he had been able to keep Chuck's record relatively clean, and had managed to keep his own commission in the process. The two stuck together like no other, if only so neither found themselves alone in a back alley with the angry BF and friends of whatever girl they picked that night -- not that either of them really needed help in that kind of fight, to be honest. Running a hand through dirty blonde hair, green eyes observed the same rather unappeasing crowd that Chuck had seen, and followed his partner's path to the bar. He chuckled to himself. Chuck sure knew how to pick 'em. Jack headed over to the bar, just in time to miss the drink nearly being splashed on to his boots, and moved to the opposite side of the girl as Chuck. As he pulled out his headphones, he made a 'tsk' sound, and shook his head while he stood close enough to the young woman to make it rather hard for her to leave without either man managing to get a hold of her. Watch your poison there, sweetheart. Another shake of his head, Damn near got my boots dirty. Then he glanced to Chuck, My Sergeant doesn't like it when people get my boots dirty. He looked to the bartender, Whatever the hell's in that green bottle, bartender. A vague motion of the hand to the shelf, Tall glass.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

-Codi looked to her left seeing the first man walk up and she was excited as he ordered a drink but the jumped in shock as he pushed her drink to the ground. She was just about to answer with her name when she felt a chill down her spine as she heard another man making a Tsk sound before he scolds her about almost spilling her drink on his boots. I'm sorry sir. She pleads frantically. I should really be more careful. Codi finishes saying before she turns to the first man again. I'm Codi and you are? Codi did er best to play is cool but with the two strong men on each side all she could think about is how big their cocks are and how much damage they could do. Her imagination was running wild as the newly turned twenty-one year old's mouth was watering and juices were flowing from just the thought of them using her right on the bar floor to show everyone how much of a slut she is before taking her to the back beating her just to leave her like a pile of trash.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Hi Codi, I'm Chuck. He was smiling but the smile never touched his eyes. One arm snaked around her to pull her close while the other rubbed over her lower abs, slipping slightly into her waistband. The patrons of the bar stared glumly at the notorious pair. The Staff Sergeant and his officer had been hometown heroes before Afghanistan, but the nature of Chuck's dismissal from the army had soured that reputation. You should be more careful, he agreed. Why don't you finish that one up before you have another accident? He pinched her side to get her to finish the drink. The old bartender started in, Hey, I don't want no... The protest died in his throat when chuck raised his shirt to reveal a nickel-plated M1911 pistol.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

O.O.C. I'm sorry but I couldnt get in so I made a new account. Hope its okay. -Codi feels his big muscular arm wrap around her shoulders before his other hand on her abs and down into her skirt. She bit her lip as she knew there was a big chance of him feeling the warmth of her wet cunt. When he pinched her in the side she jumped and then pounded the shot with a smile. When the bartender piped in she didnt know what the problem was, since she was hoping this would end the same way they were wishing for. When she saw the gun on his waist she knew these were the type of dangerous men to leave her in a ditch somewhere, and se couldn't ask for more.-
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Chuck was pleasantly surprised when he discovered her lack of panties. She obviously was looking to get fucked and had come to the right place at the right time. Pushing further, he found her stiff clit and sopping cunt. Well damn if you aren't a little fucking slut. He spun the barstool so she was facing him, used his knees to pushed her legs open and stepped close. He could smell her sweat perfume and sweet juices. Do you know what we do to fucking sluts? We fuck them. Her grabbed her by the arm and led her toward the door, all the while one finger remained buried inside her.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Harlie had been friends with Codi for awhile now , and in more than one way , they were very alike . But the most prominent alikeness , was how big of sluts they were . And that night , Harlie was craving some action . She had an idea where Codi wad at , the bar by their houses . So that's where she headed . After about 5 minutes , she arrived . That day , she was wearing a tight blue tank top , that pushed her bust to the limits . Her shorts were just as questionable , her bottom almost freely hanging out . Her usual slutty attire . Walking into the bar , she looked around for a few minutes , but spotted no Codi . Almost giving up , she finally caught her eyes on three figures in the back . A man was dragging Codi , his fingers obviously hooked in her . Just the sight made her body shiver , an want to be in that same position . Following slowly , she made get way to the back , an hoped Codi would see her , and well , invite her to join in her fun .
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

-She bit her lip nervously before letting out a soft moan as he just touched her clit. Nodding her head codi agreed that she was a slut. Suddenly he spins her like she weighd nothing showing how easily he could manhandle her before she willingly opens her legs as he steps in. She stood up as he grabbed her by the arm and while she continues to moan with his finger burried in her cunt. Once she sees her friend she looks into chucks eyes. Can my friend join in? She says with a moan.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

Moving this to the proper section.
Thread: Gutter slut. (F seeking M, as many as possible.)

If there was one thing Jack could do, it was seem to disappear. A skill learned in Afghanistan. As he followed the two through the door, he moved to the side, and kept an eye in case anybody followed. He expected angry young men that he would need to stick the barrel of his Glock in their face to get them to back off. Instead it was another young girl who looked quite fascinated by what was going on. It was obvious as he watched, silently behind her, that she was friends with the little slut that Chuck had gotten his hands on. Can my freind join in? The little slut panted. That was when Jack made himself known. He stepped up behind Harlie, close enough to touch, and wrapped on arm tightly around her to make sure that she was pulled close. His free hand rested on her bully, and made quick work of undoing the zipper of her shorts. He slipped a hand under her panties and started rubbing at her clit, a grin on her face as he held her tight enough that she would have a tough time getting away. Don't worry about your friend, bitch. You don't talk unless my Sergeant says you can. He rubbed Harlie's clit all the harder, I'll take care of your little friend.
Thread: FxF/Futa Kinky Fantasy grab bag!

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Thread: FxF/Futa Kinky Fantasy grab bag!

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Thread: FxF/Futa Kinky Fantasy grab bag!

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Thread: FxF/Futa Kinky Fantasy grab bag!

freakykinkyfuta said I'm in to all sorts of femalefemale or futanari fantasies, so many that i'm sure I will leave a few out, but I will do my best. First, a little about me. I'm a submissive only, trust me, I can't dom. I'm on just about every day for an extended period of time, I prefer PM role plays but I can do Yahoo IM as well. I like detail, basic grammar is a must, and I tend to post about a paragraph AT LEAST for each of my responses, but I do not judge those who cannot must that. I prefer long term, but short term flings are just as good because it allows us to make even more role plays to perform together. As for kinks, well, get your reading glasses on KinksStories Futanari Rape Age play Transformation Me being transformed into a living sex doll Hypnosis Tentacle Incest motherdaughter Public humiliation Public molestation Public sex Rough sex Romance Seduction Trickery Delusion Mental illness Snuff Necrophilia Watersports Cum baths Unrealistic penis sizes Furry sometimes MistressSlave Pain Intense Pain Pregnancy Affairs TeacherStudent Date rape Drugging Slime Girl Monstergirl PrincessWitch OfficerFramed girl Butch PrisonerNew Fish The list goes on and on and on. If you have a fetish, i'm pretty sure we can work something out between us. I can't wait to hear from all my new friends! Click to expand... I've been wanting to play with another girl as well, and would love to perhaps play sometime! I myself am a switch, and enjoy domming -almost- as much as I do submitting, ha.
Thread: FxF/Futa Kinky Fantasy grab bag!

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Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Firelily one of the most famous superhero sidekicks in Titan City was on patrol, walking the city streets and keeping her eye out for anything the police waling the beat missed. A snatched purse, a mugging she would do or stop anything to keep the city safe. She had the ability to use fire and heat to her advantage and most criminals in the area feared facing the inferno she could create from the tips of her fingers alone. Tonight was quiet and she was seriously bored as she strolled past a department store window, a movement in the reflection caught her eyes. Stopping suddenly she checked the reflection again, she was there. Her long flowing red hair and tiny, lithe body covered in a pair of red leather pants with a lighter color flames licking up her legs and a matching half halter top. and then there was something else... a shadow a slight movement. Was someone following her? Firelily turned towards the shadow she'd seen in the window... but there was nothing there. She sighed deeply and kept walking, chocking it up to it being late and being tired.
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Psyblade saw Firelily down the streets, protecting an old woman who had been mugged and had watched her the entire time as she seemed to patrol the city. Psyblade used his psychotic powers to stay out of her vision by warping the light around him. He was right behind her, following her the entire time although he was cloaked and unseeable. Eventually he grew bored. She was a beautiful young woman that interested him very much. He grinned and had his hand glow with a small amount of energy that would act as a sort of tranquilizer before he slammed his hand down on the back of her neck to knock her out. By the time she would awaken, she'd be in a lush apartment building...though she would be chained down to a bed and had a collar around her neck that would restrict her powers by 90. Wakey wakey, little miss firecrotch. He grinned deviously and placed a finger under her chin and made her look up to see him peering down at her. Good. You're awake...How do you feel, hm? Remember me?
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

A jolt of apprehension slammed through her making her stop once again Firelily felt as if she were being followed and it was a feeling she couldn't shake, stopping turned out to be a big mistake because just then the energy tranquilizer hit her and sent her to the ground limp and nearly lifeless. Even though she was out cold she still had the sense that she was being lifted and moved but she couldn't fight her way out of the darkness that consumed her. When she finally fought the darkness that surrounded her she was greeted by a voice, a not so pleasant one at that. Firecrotch? How crude. She groaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. Firelily pulled her chin away from his hand the movement causing her to feel the collar that encompassed her neck Psyblade she spat his name How could I ever forget someone as notorious as you?
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Because today is the day I spite you by making you one of my kind. He moved closer to her and began to cup her cheek gently as he smiled a smug grin. You'll slowly be corrupted...I'll take you with me as my little villain apprentice and you will forever be mine. He grinned and leaned down to whisper into her ear. And you will never...ever...want to leave my side. Your affinity will be forever changed and you will be my lovely new villain apprentice...How does that sound? To be so...evil...alongside me? For the greater good...of ourselves... He kissed her ear lightly before standing up, crossing his arms and smirking deliciously at her. So what do you say? Do you want to learn the ways of villainhood or do you just want to be a goody goody two-shoes and get your ass spanked all day? Course I bet you have that all the time in your normal life. He was trying to call her a whore to tempt her anger to flare out.
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Firelily growled as he cupped her cheek and pulled her head away once again, he was a fool if he thought that she'd ever willingly be his apprentice, that she'd ever willingly commit an evil deed. The very thought went against everything that she was, everything that she stood for. Being with you day in and day out sounds heinous her voice was soft, but steady despite the fact that her anger was brewing just below the surface. It was the one thing that had made her dangers as a sidekick to a hero, her anger was always barely controlled and Psyblade knew exactly how to exploit that. You're a pig she growled as she felt her hands begin to heat... but something was wrong, she was pushing the heat out through her fingers and nothing was happening. She couldn't summon her flames, she pushed harder and her fingers sparked lamely.
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Ha. It seems you're in a rut there, Firecrotch. He grinned deviously and placed a hand on her head and petted her. Your collar that you're wearing...it restricts your flames by absorbing it into the collar. Careful. If you try to overuse your flames, the collar will burn your very flesh even if you have that heat resistances. So then... Lets continue shall we? He flicked her nipple through her clothes and walked away, though he was still in seeing distance from where she was. I gave you an offer and you blatantly deny it? You're in no position to negotiate...You WILL become my apprentice. And I will have your body as my own. He turned to her. You can do this the easy way or I can do this the hard way...
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Anger boiled inside of her but self preservation sometimes needed to be realized and if she kept trying to burn him she'd end up hurting herself instead of him and that would be counter productive. What Firelily needed was a plan of some sort, a way to get away from Psyblade. The villain was obviously off his rocker. Perhaps if she agreed he would remove the collar, what good is an apprentice if they can't use their powers after all? The real question was, if she said she'd do this the easy way what would she be agreeing to? The possibilities were endless and daunting, but right now she was useless in a fight. Alright... alright. I'll be your apprentice
Thread: Torrid & Jugger

Splendid! He grinned and unsheathed his sword from its sheathe and walked over. The sword was floating in midair and he grinned as he lifted her body up with his telekinesis, then proceeded to slashing the ropes that bound her before dropping her onto the bed. The sword slowly sheathed itself and he crossed his arms, his smile still smug and confident as ever. Good...Good to know you'll be my apprentice. Now then...There is the matter of proving your loyalty to me. I want to know just how loyal you say you are... He walked over and held her chin gently and looked into her eyes. That collar should still let you have enough strength to best any normal person. I want you to go out and murder someone...bring back a body part of theirs as proof of this and be sure you get nice and bloody to help prove to me that you actually killed someone rather than you just ran to the morgue or a graveyard.