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Thread: The Young Heiress

He got down on his knees, directly south of her feet, after she had been successfully placed on the floor. He grabbed her ankles, and pushed her legs up so that her knees were almost to her chest, and so that her sex -- as well as her tight, puckered arsehole, which he had no interest in -- were displayed infront of him. Where he was, the business end of his erect cock was mere inches from her sex. He was incredibly eager to bury the dark-pink head between her light-pink labia, but as he looked up at her face, he decided he wanted to torture her a little first. Are you a virgin? , He started, purely out of curiosity.
Thread: The Young Heiress

Victoria whimpered as he grabbed her ankles, holding her down, and held his cock just a few inches from her sex. She shut her eyes and trembled, terrified of what this would be like. She nodded quickly when he asked if she was a virgin. Maybe he'd be gentler on her if he knew that. Please don't hurt me. Please. She shut her eyes and squirmed beneath him. Please. She swallowed nervously before looking up at him. I don't want to do this. I don't. I just want to go back home!
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

Evangeline Peterson is a recent divorcee who sought to move on with her life after her ex husband abandoned her for his gambling addiction. She finds out that moving on with life is not necessarily enough to keep the past from coming back to haunt you. Especially when you are kidnapped by an underground crime ring, sold to the leader to settle a debt worth more than money. Evangeline
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

The boss of the crime ring smiled as the ex wife of his most recent victim was brought in and knelt before him as he smiled and said. Girl, do you know why you are here? He asked as his eyes went over her body as she was dressed in a nice little outfit and he waited for her reply. Curious to her current state of mind. He sat in his chair with his guards surrounding him and wearing his custom tailored suit, making sure it showed off all of his muscles.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

Evangeline eyed the crime lord with a neutral expression. Hm, well... I was abducted by men in suits, roughed up, and brought to you... I'd imagine it has something to do with Charles doesn't it? she noted dryly. She looked around the room, noted all the guards, and rubbed her wrist soothingly. What did he do this time? How much does he owe you? she inquired. She reached up and ran her delicate fingers through her fire engine red locks, slight tousled from the drive there.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

He smirked at her as she looked over him and he said. It has everything to do with Charles and he owes me close to fifty million dollars. He has quite the problem, doesn't he. He said as he looked over her body still and his eyes were analyzing and degrading. He had every intention to transform this beautiful firecrotch into his personal whore. Just thinking about what he could do with her got him excited and wanting to make her his.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

Her mouth went dry at the mention of Fifty million dollars. Well, he was always an excessive man she sighed. She gave the crime lord a thoughtful look. Why didn't you just kill him? Isn't that what you guys usually do when someone owes you that much? she noted wryly, quite curious. She noticed his gaze on her, and knew the answer almost immediately. ... I see she said, expression sour yet reserved. Evangeline was a notorious ice princess -despite her fiery hair and eyes-, she in fact had not experienced a satisfying sexual relationship in her entire life, and did not believe that that little fact would change anytime soon. How long will I be held here? she asked the crime lord. She knew she couldn't run, it was pointless, and she'd probably end up dead.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

He chuckled once more and saw how she immediately understood her position and said. So you agree to this form of payment for him? He did say you would. He looked over her and stood up as he took a deep breath and said. Minimum of five years. Considering the average cost of an escort and the amount he owes plus monthly interest of ten percent, which he will not pay off. So depending on your service five years, otherwise it will probably be indefinitely. He said as his eyes moved over her and he once again wondered what he could do to her.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

She looked around the room, noted the lewd smiles of his guards. I'll agree, but only if my service is for you alone she noted, watching the looks of his guards sour slightly. She was a petite woman, with large breasts and pale skin. All in all, she was 5'2 inches, and 125lbs soaking wet. Her blue green eyes shone with unamused determination. She bit her full bottom lip, waiting for his response.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

That will be agreeable. He said as he stepped forward and grabbed her arms, lifting her up and he stepped backwards and sat in his chair. Pulling her into his lap and kissing her neck as he said. Your going to behave right? He asked as he gave the guards a look and they filed out of the room and stood watch outside his door as he was thinking about what to do to this slut. How to get her to melt into his arms and be his good submissive girl.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

I wont make any promises she answered, allowing herself to be sat on his lap. She rolled her head to the side as he kissed her neck, her eyes slipping closed. The crime lord was quite handsome, and much better with his hands then Charles was, it was almost surprising how different this experience was to all the ones before it. She relaxed. Shifting slightly she grazed his jaw with a soft kiss, allowing her fiery locks to spill forward , long eye lashes brushing his cheek. A shuddering sigh left her lungs, hot against his ear. Heat flooded her body. She felt herself furrow her brow. This was certainly strange.
Thread: To make the caged bird sing (Fill+Master_Germish)

He smiled as she placed a soft kiss against his neck and he continued to place kisses on her neck and his hands went to her hips and rubbed softly and with a bit of force as he said. Do you think your current outfit is appropriate for your new position? he asked as his hands slowly but with a strength that would not be challenged, slid her shirt up her body, revealing her perfectly colored flesh as he imagined what it would look like when thoroughly abused and put in her place. He could not imagine the fun he would have finally having another plaything to fuck and use.
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE Seeking LITERATE non-fetish females ---- Story-driven, long term Well hey there, sugartits. Bump for you. 3
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE --- Literate Ladies --- Plot Driven, Great Sex, Long Term! Hello, hello. Bump for me, too.
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE --- Literate Ladies --- Plot Driven, Great Sex, Long Term! BUMP for you as well.
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE --- Literate Ladies --- Plot Driven, Great Sex, Long Term! Bump.
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE --- Literate Ladies --- Plot Driven, Great Sex, Long Term! Good luck bump, wish I could be of help.
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

RE --- Literate Ladies --- Plot Driven, Great Sex, Long Term! I think we might get along well Care to check ME out?
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

Bwah I love the idea of a dark gritty rp doused in violence, drama and angst! And detail! Though I have to chisel out a bit of further...plot ..
Thread: [M for F] ---> Long Term, Plot Driven, Literate --->

Send me a PM, and we'll work something out.
Thread: Ninja Fight needed

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Thread: Ninja Fight needed

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Thread: Ninja Fight needed

I want to rp with you, i was waiting for something like this and here it is
Thread: A 100 Rose Petals ~*~Roleplay Request: All Welcomed~*~

Quality over Quantity? A You I don't really care if you can right three paragraphs or thirteen paragraphs. You need to give me something to work with. If you write to little then I will ask you to please right more however that also goes for if you right me a book and 99 of it is just fluff. Also, NO ONE LINERS! A Me For those looking for number of words-per-post I can do around 500 words a post. For those looking for number of paragraphs-per-post I can do around 3 paragraphs a post. I will normally do my best to mirror what was given to me -that includes if you give me Gold shit to work with, I will give you Gold shit to work with.- What is your preferred method of roleplay? A PMs, Forums and Emails....I tired IMs at one point but they all ended rather badly Not on at the same time, going days without logging on, only being able to play for like ten minutes at a time. Stuff like that. Plus seeing my life is rather busy I would not have time to get on and just play like I use to. PMs, Forums and Emails, well I can just get on my computer at any time day or night and write. Your sexual nature? A I am a Submissive and I will only play Submissive or None DomSub roles. However, I will not be a push over Submissive -well not at first.- A lot of people see me as a dominant personality I love it when my partner can bring out the submissive side in me. I love a good struggle or fight or both. However, then again I don't have to play a submissivedominant thing to have a good time ether. Pet Peeves? A I should only have to say no once. After that I tend to get a little mean. Sorry. I don't like having my toes stepped on, nor will I step on yours. This goes both ways, you should only have to tell me No once. If you ask me to do something I really have no interest in please don't try to shove it down my throat. What about the Plot and the Dynamics of the RP? A Sorry, I write for the joy of writings not because I'm looking for a fuck buddy. I don't care if the story needs to be sexually oriented, but I must ask that is has a good plot or story pushing it forward. Even then, I will not allow my character to have sex in the First Page of the story. This allows for character and story development, and some kind of relationship to form. After all if all we are doing is having sex I tend to loose interest and will ask if we can stop the story. I need a story that keeps growing, one that has twist and turns -that keeps each other guessing.- I want to write with someone that can be as creative and imaginative as I am, someone who can feed into me and I can feed into. Can I talk with you outside the RP? A Yes, I love making new friends! That is one reason I am here, BUT as soon as I see your trying to push for something more the a common friendship I will end all contact with you.
Thread: M/F Lets play all you pretty boys~

PM sent...hope you enjoy
Thread: M/F Lets play all you pretty boys~

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Thread: M/F Lets play all you pretty boys~

The younger brother and older sister incest roleplay would be amazing, is it still available?
Thread: M/F Lets play all you pretty boys~

I'd like to hear more about the plot that you have in my regarding slaveslave
Thread: M/F Lets play all you pretty boys~

PM sent, Mistress Scarlet. I hope you enlighten me in veiwing it.
Thread: Flow below the Surface (darkangel76 & Frelance)

There was never true silence in a city as it lived through the day and the night. No matter the hour the sounds of beings living, being and killing each other in an attempt to make the most of the short time they have on this earth. Kane was shaken from his thoughts as a group of young men and women stepped onto the subway train. He glanced at a few of the other people that were on the train and one my one they gave an almost imperceptible nod acknowledging they had made the vampires as rivals. No one moved as the strain started to move again. The first signs of trouble only showed up in the last minute before the train started to slow. The vampires that had gotten on at the last stop started to look around as they sensed Kane and the other vampires with him. As soon as Kane and the others noticed this they pulled out containers of silver shavings. Once they had them open and had moved close enough to the group they through the silver over the vampires causing any skin that came in contact with the silver to burn. A split second later all hell broke loose as one of the vampires springe at Kane and he had to side step to avoid having it tackle him to the ground. He turned with it as he pulled out a dagger and used it to slash at its neck. He bared his fangs as he caught the scent of its blood and he slashed at it again as it tried to rise from the floor. He kept at it until its neck was shredded and the head was only attached by its spine when the train started to slow. Kane hesitated and a second later he felt himself being lifted into the air then thrown through the window. He slammed into the platform and rolled once before he came to a halt by slamming into one of the support columns. When he was able to see clearly he looked back at the train and saw that half the windows were smashed and blood smeared over half of the train. He had started to get up but fell back down as his leg screamed at him. After that all the pain flooded over his mind and he had dug his fingers into the floor cracking the small tiles that made up the platform floor. He sat there as he watched the fight settle out and the other members of his group pry open the doors of the train and walk out of it laughing like nothing had happened. They walked over to him then two of them grabbed one arm each and pulled him up. They kept him off his leg since even though it was already healing if they let him put any weight on it the bones might heal improperly and would have to break it again. Instead of walking towards the tunnel that would bring them to the surface they walked over to the platforms edge and helped Kane down before everyone headed down the tunnels. Less than a minute Police and other emergency workers swarmed into the station and onto the platform. They interviewed everyone and then started to search the tunnels for Kane and the others but only found the mangled remains of the other vampires which all seemed to be missing their heads.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

The large man in the seat listened as the desk clerk talked to Becca and handed her the key to room 202. He took note of the room she was in, as the clerk blurted it out. He continued to read the newspaper as he peer over the top and saw her enter the elevator with her luggage. He watched the numbered lights over the elevator light up and then saw it stop at 2. The man folded the newspaper and got up from his seat in the lobby. He was about 6 foot, 2 inches tall, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and wore a pair of tan dockers, with an untucked blue, buttoned down in the front, but opened at the collar. He wore socks and brown leather moccasins. He went over to an open elevator, got in, and watched the doors shut after he pushed the button for the second floor. Once on the elevator, he felt the elevator car start to move upward. He tucked his newspaper in his left armpit, and raised his shirt in front to adjust a 9 mm Blackhawk automatic that was tucked in his pants' waistline back towards his right hip. His chest hair was visible from his unbuttoned collar and had reached down onto his stomach as well, his belly button also visible from under his hip hugging trousers. He let his shirt tail back down as the elevator door opened, and then walked off the elevator. He heard the elevator door shut softly and then looked around the lobby in front of the set of elevators. The hallway reflected the age of the hotel, was fully carpeted, and had chandileers hanging at equal distances down the length of the hallway. Along the way there was a small love seat as well as a table with some tourist literature on it, a table lamp that was turned on, as well as a couple of highback chairs, their backs against the wall, about midway down the hallway. The furniture was of ranch oak design and there were paintings and photos of the local area that hung on the walls on both sides of the hallway. As he reached the door to Room 202, he looked around, and saw the hallway was clear and quiet, except for the soft sound of the 'elevator' type music that came from the set of ceiling speakers equidistant along the ceiling of the hallway. He put his ear against the door, and could hear the faint sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. He opened his newspaper and took out a handwritten note, If you want some info on the Madras Slave Ring, meet me in the hotel lounge, back booth. Then he slide the note under the door and proceeded down the hallway to the stairwell, and headed down stairs to the hotel lounge to wait. He ordered a gin and tonic and waited in the back booth as he could see the entrance to the lounge from that location.
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

He watched her sit down and sip on her drink. His eyes looked her over as he sipped on his gin and tonic. After she broke the ice the man looked at her, You're either a schoolteacher or a cop, and I'd guess a cop, even the bartender made you from the door. What have they been teaching you guys about undercover work? You sure haven't dressed for the territory that is for certain. He glanced around luckily they were in the shadows and he felt she could be mistaken for a date or someone besides a cop. First things first, tigress, how do I know you're not working for Madras, though I surely doubt it in that get up. Want some proof of who you are. Who's the resident agent in Helena, Montana? He tapped his fingers of his left hand on the table as he waited for a response. He finished his drink, and then looked up at the bartender, Another round Sam, my tab. The bartender nodded and then he brought over a round of drinks, a sex on the beach for her, and another gin and tonic for him. After the response to his question, he looked at her, Very good, you win a cookie and get to look at what's in the newspaper. He opened up to page 2 and there was a photo of two people, shaking hands with a third in the background. The guy on the left is Brad Whitaker, he's a self made millionaire and pretty much a playboy philantropist around here. Throws a lot of parties and donates a lot to charity. A lot of those parties are for the college students that flock down here for spring break. He paused and then took a drink of his gin and tonic. The other guy is Martin Garth. Now he is somewhat a mystery. He hit town here a few years back, but no past history. Has a lot of money and lives on a boat out at the marina, it's an ocean going cruiser called the Raven. He opened up a bunch of swimwear shops around the region, one of them here in Miami. He also is pretty charitable as well and loves the younger crowd. He paused and looked at her, This sinkin in yet, tigress? The guy in the background is Peter Hardin, he is a financeer who has made his money in real estate and shopping centers. Now he is the moneybags, word on the street has it he is the juggler for the Madras Slave Ring...in other words he is the treasurer. He's laundered their money to the amount of about 640 mil and change, through his business as well as ventures in South America, Singapore and Tokyo. Hardin, like the others is quite legit on the outside, but he keeps a second set of books of all the transactions. Whitaker also is the owner of a club down on the strip, called the Bird Cage. It caters to the college crowd as well as the locals around here. After that, he turned the page in the newspaper and there was a piece of paper with the addresses of Whitaker's beach villa, the berth number for Garth's yacht and the address of the Bird Cage. He then looked at her, I hang out in this booth, if you ever need to get back to me. Any questions?
Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca felt incredibly out of place. She had never gone to clubs, never partied as a teenager or in college. Her focus had always been on her work. She was surrounded by the kind of people she had rolled her eyes at all her life, and now she had to blend in. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stroll casually and went up to the entrance of the club. There was a bouncer there, the typical large and burly type, and she smiled sweetly at him, flashing her white teeth. Digging into her clutch, she took out the cover charge and handed it to the bounce, including an extra ten just in case that was what people did in those situations. The people were rich and seemed to have few cares in the world. Judging from the cars in the parking lot, this place made a ton of money and then some. It would be incredibly easy to funnel money through this business, and have plenty on the side as well. The music was loud, the people were louder, and the drinks were flowing freely. Becca, however, was on the clock and focused. In the guise of making her way to the bathroom, she squeezed her way confidently through the various writhing bodies on the dance floor, ducking the drinks that threatened to spill onto her, and finally made it to the shadowy wall where she hoped she would blend in better. There were several hallways and a roped off VIP section. Whitaker was actually there, on a phone call at the moment. Good, she thought to herself. That means he's not in his office. If I can find that, I can get some information! She spied the hallway leading off from the VIP area and suspected that was where she needed to be. How to get there, though? It all went back to blending in. Fighting her way back to the bar, she ordered a long neck beer, with no intention of actually drinking it. Holding it high in the air, making whopping noises and tossing her head around as if dancing, she wandered through the floor, casually but constantly moving toward the hallway by the VIP area. Of course.. he would want to keep his access to the office open. The crucial part was when she was near the hallway. She had to wait for a chance to open.. a chance when no one was looking. She stood by the wall, absently and awkwardly dancing, her skirt riding high on her thigh, her pale belly button shining in the dim lights as it shone across it, her taut stomach trembling with anticipation. This could be it! Finally, all eyes were away and she quickly, smoothly, disappeared down the hallway, looking for the office. With a quick listen for any noises on the other side of the door, she picked the lock and snuck into the office, prepared to search for evidence that would finally shut down the slave ring.