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Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

She lets out a small whimper as he asserts himself and commands her. I want...you... she says softly, struggling with her immediate embarrassment. Please...do with me what you will...I want you, she cries out, clenching her jaw. Her face burns hot and red from revealing her desire. Use me.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

Mayshar relaxes his power for the moment. He sighs and urges the shadows to nudge her and show she can move of her own free will. I dont belive you Alyssa. Come, show me what you want. The well noticed bulge in his pants seems to grab her attention. His pure white eyes focusing in on her like hes looking straight into her soul.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

She walks over to him, almost entranced by his bulge. Coming to rest on her knees, she blushes faintly and remembers. m..may I? She asks, looking up at him, stretching her hand out, wanting to touch him.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

Since you asked nicely.... Mayshar simply nods in her direction, requiring her to do all of the work. He pulls his vest off, revealing a well chisled torso and crosses his arms across his pecks once again.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

thank you. She places her hands gently on his knees, and moves them upward slowly, moving them between his thighs and up a little past his package. She unzips his pants, and sighs softly as she reaches in and rubs her palm against his shaft. I can't believe I forgot this... she says, smiling briefly.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

You say that every time, but until your training is complete thats the effect my darkness will have on you. So the sooner you learn what i have to teach you..the sooner you will know true exstacy. He adjusts his stance a a bit, spreading his legs giving her more access to his crotch. Let todays lesson begin.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

y..yes, Lord Mayshar. She wiggles closer to him, using her slender fingers to work his shaft from his pants. Looking at his massive cock with a hungry look in her eyes, she inches in and extends her tongue, tracing lines all across and around it. mm... She forgets then all senses of decency and embarrassment, and positions her head above his cock and starts to take it all in.
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

Mayshar relishes in the first moments of contact with her tongue, his eyes roll back in his head as his throbbing cock beings to enter her savory lips. You have always been my greatest student Alyssa...
Thread: Shadows of the Cantina (Alyssa x Mayshar)

She struggles at first to take him all in, trying to forget her gag reflex and to relax. She looks up at him with lust filled eyes, appreciative of his compliment. Managing to work most of his cock, she bobs her head back up and flicks her tongue on his sensitive tip several times teasingly, before sucking on his massive shaft once more.
Thread: Man overboard...in love.(Asuarah Garretson)

A young pirate captain floated on a spare peace of driftwood, he was barley conscious, he was surprised that he was even alive. A large bottle of water was strapped on his back, his clothes were ragged and soaked. Unfortunately not with just water, he was bleeding a little. Not enough to cause that much concern even in this situation, but it was obvious he had been in a mighty battle. Colkura tried to keep his eyes open and not fall asleep. He knew that his sleep might be a much more permanent one if he did. With his last bit of energy he shouted. I'm the man who will be king of the pirates! Hopefully someone heard his plight and would rescue him. And all he remembered was about something big...and red...and round.
Thread: Man overboard...in love.(Asuarah Garretson)

Nami and the Straw hat crew were sailing along minding their own business when Usopp shouted something about a man overboard.. Luffy and Zoro rather immidiately helped to bring the guy aboard, mostly because Luffy would nto just leave him there. Nami cam eout of the kitchen and raised a brow. What is going on out here?! Zoro just scoffed. Luffy found another guy overboard. She sighed, he was going to get them killed one of these days. fine, bring him in here and let me take a look at him.
Thread: Man overboard...in love.(Asuarah Garretson)

Colkura didn't realize what was going on as he was hosted onto the ship. It wasn't nearly as amazing as his, but right now he really didn't have time to be picky. His hazy eyes looked at the strange crew not recognizing them, but not caring in the slightest he was just happy to be saved. T-thank...you He said as he fainted.
Thread: Man overboard...in love.(Asuarah Garretson)

Sometime later the man would awaken to a flame haired beauty looking down at him. Upon one shoulder was a mark of Aarlong's crew. She was bandaging up his wounds with grace and skill. there we go then, all set.
Thread: Man overboard...in love.(Asuarah Garretson)

Colkura look at the beautiful women up above him. He looked at the mark but didn't much care for what it represented. Apon further looking at the girl he came to a different conclusion. Oh god I have died, for you must be an angel. Normally that would be a pretty cheesy pick up line, but he was actually afraid he died, because there was no way that this girl could not be an angel.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek was leaning against his old refurbished muscle car, waiting for an associate to drop off some product, when his phone began to buzz. He looked down at the caller id and saw it was Mary one of his many clients looking for a hit. Shed text the message requesting he come by followed by a 911, which obviously implied she was in serious need. Then again all of his real clients were in need, what else could you expect when you were a drug dealer and pimp. Derek just smirked initially ignoring the request, as he had more important things to take care of. He stood 64 and weighted almost 250 pounds with a thick solid upper body his black leather jacket hid his well toned physique. Looking down the road he saw a van approaching, and recognized it as Eddies van, which really was just a pharmacy on wheels, well the illegal kind of pharmacy. Brushing some of his long dark hair to the side, he looked around one more time with his dark brown eyes, not seeing even the smallest hint of anyone watching. Brushing off his blue jean pants he stood up and waited for the side door to open so he could step in. Of course all business was done out of the view of any prying eyes. A few minutes later the exchange done, the money handed over, and his supply of product replaced. Again his phone buzzes as he looks down and sees that Marys phone number and an even more urgent message, not that he cared in the least. She obviously was in withdrawal and didnt care as long as he gave her what she needed. Though of late she seemed to be having more and more problem paying which was a common occurrence with the losers that took his shit. Not that he cared in the fucking least, his only concern was he got paid, anything else was just bullshit. He didn't do charity work, it was that simple. Hopping into his car, he secured the majority of the product in a safe spot, and headed over to where Mary lived, a once nice neighborhood that had long ago seen its best days. Most of the buildings were half abandoned and most if not all were in an utter state of disrepair. The kind of place you only went outside at night with a gun. Luckily for Derek it was just late in the afternoon, as he had other matters to attend to at night. He parked and headed up to the small apartment complex, this is the kind of neighborhood where everyone looked the other way, and the police were never called, bars evident on any window that didnt have plywood. So he headed up the steps, having never even taken the time to answer her various desperate text messages.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Mary paced back and forth int eh small one bedroom apartment. She couldn't sit still, couldn't stop twitching. She kept checking her cell phone to see if Derek had replied to her yet, twitching again as she passed her window. Her died blonde hair fell around her shoulders, limp and dry from bleachings. Pale blue eyes were surrounded by dark circles from lack of sleep and too many narcotics. She was thin, too thin, and her clothes were loose on her, and everything put together made her look a good ten years older than she was. Maria, her youngest, her angel, was curled up on the couch, watching her mother with concern. She did not speak up against her mother's addiction, or against her pacing, or the fact that more than once she had spent their grocery money, or their electric money, on drugs. She loved her unconditionally, and did everything she could to help her mother get through the day. She was as sweet as they came, her pretty red hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She clutched a book in her hands as she watched her mother pace. Rachel, her oldest daughter, stood near the doorway with her hands on her hips, glaring at her mother. Her own naturally blonde hair was pulled back, and she wore low-cut jeans. Se looked exactly like her mother had in her younger years, and that only served to make her mother even angrier. She was the walking reminder of the youth and beauty she had let go of. This is fucking stupid mom! How the hell are you going to pay him this time? Are you gonna give him Maria's lunch money? Or is it the water bill you won't pay? She was standing firmly, her feet planted on the ground so firmly that she didn't even move when her mother stalked up to her and slapped her in the face. She cried out and began to lash out at her mother as well, but was too slow. Her mother was already out the door of their apartment, pacing the small porch as she had already a dozen times. This time though the let out a cry, and Rachel slammed the door behind her. She knew that meant Derek had shown up. Mary looked down the steps at Derk, and nearly threw herself at him, clasping her hands together, pulling at long skinny fingers with chewed at nails. I-I was beginning to think you wouldn't come! Please,please Derek, I need a fix, bad.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek was only half way up the concrete steps when the crack-addicted skank came bounding down the steps towards him. The thing was a pathetic caricature of a woman, as she began to plead for a fix. Even if everyone knew why he was here, he wasnt going to do a deal standing out in the open, if for no other reason than the stupid cunt would probably try to take a hit right were she was standing. Without the slightest hi or how are you? Derek just steps by her and makes his way up into her apartment, as if it was his. Stepping into the tenement type apartment, it had a musty dank unwashed smell as he looked around. The place was a mess, detritus everywhere, a sense of complete disorder was evident everywhere you looked. Derek briefly noted the young girl curled up on the couch, and the defiant older girl standing there. In the brief moment to his entry and Marys he took the time to inspect the older girl, his eyes traveling down her body, noting how nicely she filled out her clothes. The girl was becoming a nice piece of ass, which Mary probably was a long time ago. Derek maintained an arrogant smirk unconcerned and indifferent that he was about to do an illegal act in front of Marys children. So what do you need darling? I got your call and came right over? Every client had their thing, a drug of preference, be it heroin or crack, most took crack just because it was cheaper, but the shit had a way of tearing its user body apart, as was clearly evident with Mary. Ive always got what you need to make you feel good. Even as he waited he gazed over at Maria with some hunger in his eyes. Wondering what she would look like naked and on her knees sucking his big old cock. With confidence boarding on complete arrogance he winks at her with a sly smile, his large frame standing dead center in their home.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Maria had always been frightened of Derek, and as he walked into her home as if he belonged there she curled up a little tighter. She felt her sister sink down onto the couch angrily, wrapping a protective arm around her, and Maria did not complain. Rachel glared at the drug dealer before looking away form him in distaste, her nose high, Maria on the other hand never took her eyes from him, afraid that she would miss something important. Mary paid neither of them mind as she hurried back into her own apartment, letting the door close behind her. She stayed close to Derek as she looked up at him, never noticing him wink at Maria, or the way Maria quickly looked away, obviously intimidated by the man Mary had all but sold her soul to. What a horrible mother, leaving her 14 and 17 year old daughters watch her buy up drugs like a starved whore. Mary grasped at Derek's jacket for a moment then let it go, looking up at him a bit shyly, obviously nervous about what she was going to ask. She knew she didn't have the money for it, and that he'd probably take it out of her hide for even asking, but she was jonesing bad. I-I'd really like a good hit of heroin Derek, please? She pushed some of her lank blonde hair behind an ear, her bony face turned up to him, her back to her daughters. Fucking bitch . . Rachel muttered under her breath as she held her younger sister close and tried to turn the girl's attention back to the book in front of her. Maria was hesitant to let her guard down in front of Derek, but tried to give her sister her attention, looking back down at her book nervously. Shut the fuck up, you little slut, and go in the other room if you don't want to see what's happening in MY home! She mother screamed at her angrily, edgy. Rachel's head snapped up. Fuck you! Your room smells like piss, Maria deserves better than that, even if you don't! Maria was staring down at her lap now, always uneasy when her mother and sister fought. It was obvious that she was a gunshy young girl.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Maria was hovering almost grabbing at Derek in what was obvious need. That she was exhibiting serious signs of discomfort didnt cause him the least amount of anxiety or concern. So he stands there patiently as she quickly gives her request followed by a disagreement between mother and daughter. Dereks attention shifts from the young girl to the older daughter Rachel. The older girl had always given him attitude and looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, which he might be, but didnt appreciate. The older girl seemed to have a better sense of what was going on, and he always watched her, just because she was the kind to cause him problems. The mother and daughter made a very vocal exchange that brought a slight smile to his face as he waited for it to settle down, so he could make his deal, get paid and get out of here. Sure I got some good stuff. How much you want, its the usual price? Derek reached into his leather jacket, which reveals the black t-shirt he was wearing that clung to his broad chest, a tattoo just sticking up past the neckline. The hand ready to pull out the small packets depending on how much she requested. Of course he wanted to see the money, as nothing was free, and waited for her to show it. Maybe he should have had some moral problem with what he did for a living, but he didnt. Simply it was business, and if he didnt do it, someone else would. It was like the two girls that he had turning tricks, they were whores, and a whore was no fucking good if it didnt have a pimp to take care of business and protect them. Fuck if he wasn't there, he wasn't sure if they wouldn't give it away, the stupid sluts. If you really thought about it he was an urban entrepreneur working to grow his fledgling business by constantly looking for new business opportunities. He found the thought funny and smiled larger as he waited, wondering if she would give him some lame ass excuses or other shit, which of course he had no patience for.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Mary looked a bit crestfallen at the mention of payment, and her head fell slightly, She pulled at her hands again, shifting her weight nervously. Well see . . Derek . . . I don't really have much money right now. She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, but her bloodshot eyes lifted back up to him as she swallowed hard, Is there maybe something else I could do . . just to get a fix or two to get me through the next couple of days. Then I'll have money, I promise. I'll pay you double! The woman was obviously nervous, and she meant her words, although Rachel rolled her eyes. She knew that there was no way her mother would ever get enough to pay double, she hardly even went long enough between fixes to pay normal price. Rachel watched as her mother sidled up to Derek real close, pushing her body slightly against his, trying to use her non existent womanly wiles to persuade him. Please, I promise I'll make it worth your while? Rachel could almost choke on her mother's actions, and she muttered under her breath, a little loudly, Fucking skank, why don't you just fuck him already, and get it over with. Not like he wants you, you can't even sell yourself for half price on the streets.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek was immediately pissed off he just driven over here to find out the nasty skank didnt have the money. And though on a rare occasion he taken sexual favors in lieu of payment, but her ugly ass just wasnt worth it even with a bag over her face. So he just forcefully shoved her off as she moved against him. Fucking get off, dont touch me! Do I look like a fucking bank? If you havent got the money or something else of equal value, I dont have the shit its that simple. Sometimes he taken television, stereos, and other items he could pawn in exchange, but looking around this filthy apartment, it already looked stripped clean of anything like that. If she wanted to suck some other motherfuckers cock for money that was fine, but he wasnt going to pay for something he could get for free. The older daughter had it right even if she was a little bitch. Rachel had become more and more bold over the last year as he came to sell drugs, and had given him a ration of shit, as she was doing to her mother right now. Someday he wouldnt mind meeting her in a dark alley and showing her how he dealt with insolent disrespectful bitches like her. So do you have the money or not?
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Mary stumbled back as he pushed her, and she looked up at him, hurt and desperation in her eyes. She gave a small cry of need, pulling at her hands as if she had an obsessive disorder. She looked at her daughter and nearly lunged at her, grabbing the girl and slapping her. I'm your mother! You won't talk to me that way! Rachel just laughed at her mother as she was assaulted, moving forward some in a way that it was evident that she was protecting her younger sister from any stray blows. Fucking bitch, serves you right if you don't' get your fix. Maybe you'll die of withdrawals and leave Maria and me to take care of ourselves. We couldn't' do any worse than you. She was laughing hard, but a moment later she was crying out as her mother grabbed her hair, ripping her off the couch and throwing her on the floor, towards Derek. Why don't you take this little cunt! Maybe she's more to your liking than I am. Mary looked down at her daughter with loathing, kicking her in the side while she was down. Rachel grabbed at her mother's leg but missed, the skinny bitch could move quickly when she wanted to. Like hell! Rachel was already pushing herself to her knees, ready to lunge at her mother. You can't just sell me off like you did the tv and most of the furniture you HO! She turned her attention suddenly on Derek, and let her hatred flow out, And don't you fucking touch me! If she wants her damned drugs she can get them herself. Maria was trembling on the couch, pushing herself back into the crook of the arm, tears gathering in her eyes. She was certainly a tender child, very unlike her cold mother and hard sister. I'll fucking rip your dick off if you even thinks it, She spat up at Derek as she finally found her feet, glaring up at him. She might have been over a foot shorter than him, but she wasn't about to back down.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek said nothing as the mother and daughter fought, and really didnt care in the least, till the daughter made it personal. With one hand he wiped off the spittle that had hit and landed on his face. The intense look as his eyes bore through her gave Rachel the only visual warning she got of just how mad he was. For a brief moment nothing happened, time stood still as he looked at his wet finger, it wasnt much, but more than enough in his poor attitude. Why you fucking disrespectful cunt! Society might look at hitting a woman as wrong, but he knew that it was an effective way of dealing with insolent bitches. The other arm came around, in a broad sweeping swing, as he backhands Rachel across the face. The force behind the blow is substantial as he dispenses immediate punishment on her for her actions. Your mother may be right, I think I should teach you some fucking manners. Before she can recover from the blow, he reaches down and grabs her by the hair, and begins to yank her to her feet. Holding the girl at arms length he turns to Marry and begins to negotiate the deal. How about 1 packet now, and another one after Im done with the little bitch? And if anyone asks, you just tell them she asked for it and that she's a fucking slut, how does that sound? Derek found his own breathing deepening as he began to consider the possibilities.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel cried out in startled pain as she stumbled back, falling on her ass from the unexpected blow. She had just begun to reach up to her face, staring up at him in shock, when he grabbed her hair. Mary watched in glee as Derek lifted her daughter of the floor, rage darkening his gaze as he turned back on her. Rachel's feet kicked at the air as she grabbed at Derek's wrist. Let me go! Let me go you fucking bastard! Her cries went ignored though, with the exception of her mother's grin. The grin threatened to split her face as Derek offered her one packet immediately. Maria was watching terrified on the couch, tears threatening to spill over as she watched her older sister abused, and bartered for drugs. Her fear of Derek grew exponentially in that moment. She had seen him be cruel before, but she had never seem him strike out at her sister. R-Rachel- She started to climb off the couch to aid her sister, but Rachel's eyes shot to her. No, Maria! Stay there. There were tears in Rachel's eyes, but rather than tears of fear, they were tears of pain and anger. She was trying to kick at Derek as her mother reached out of her packet of heroine, the greedy whore thoroughly enjoying her daughter's situation. Oh don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything that makes you look bad . . . not ever. Mary was back to worshiping the man that gave her everything she needed to survive, in her clouded opinion, Maybe when you're done with her she'll know her place. Mary glared at her daughter and collapsed on the couch, pulling out a needle and smiling broadly. Both of her children were completely forgotten as she left her eldest to the mercy of her drug dealer. She was going to enjoy watching this. She groaned as she shot up, not even waiting before sinking the needle into her arm, her eyes rolling back in her head. Maria sobbed as she pushed herself back into her corner of the couch, pulling her legs up close to the rest of her body, unable to look away from her sister in Derek's grasp.