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Thread: All The Good It Does...: Horror_Show and Ser Issac

Donovan sighed as he climbed into his car. He put the key in the ignition and then put his flash drive into the cars system. The flash drive wasn't very special. It simply had his music to keep him in a confident and fighting mood. Just like how it was for the PMC he had once been a member of. He turned the key as the engine revved to life. The first song to hit him was rather melancholy but it fit his mood perfectly. This was gonna be one bloody night. As the song reached the lyric 'Don't go around tonight. It's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise', he began to second guess himself. Was this what he really wanted to do. He took a final moment to think about it, finally deciding that he wanted to do this. It was his duty now. He was going to die anyways. Why not die on his own terms? Opening the garage doors, he rolled out of the garage, closing it and engaging the heavy duty locks on the doors. Don drove through the now empty streets as the sirens began to whine. As the second song was beginning to play, he could feel himself ready to do what needed to be done. He engaged the tint on the glass and drove through the streets, his trunk full of weapons, his trench knife and Beretta's on his person, his sawed off in the glove box. In Alex's neighborhood, whooping and shouting could be heard. The occasional gunshot popping off or the sound of a car rushing away. In the street outside the house, you could see a large delivery van stopped outside of her home. Who were they there for? Who did they want? The house across the street or them? The back of the delivery van opened and armed thugs climbed out of the van. Some had guns, mostly hunting shotguns or other run of the mill small arms. The others had fire axes, bats, machetes, knives. Then behind them came the more threatening of the group 5 men in full body armor and carrying military equipment climbed out. That house and this one said one pointing to the house across the street and then Alex's house. They were coming for them.
Thread: All The Good It Does...: Horror_Show and Ser Issac

It least for the first forty minutes nothing was out of the ordinary other than the distant echoes of gunfire. Their neighborhood in particular wasnt very active during the purge but it still wasnt safe to sit out on your front porch. Alex had fallen asleep on the couch as her mother was pulling laundry out of the dryer and putting it into a basket. She looked over at Alex admiring her with a slight smile. Alex was her pride and joy. She was doing the best she could working two jobs to keep them afloat and in the current house they were in. It wasnt great but it least it wasnt a shithole. It was in a fairly nice neighborhood, they kept there bill paid and they were saving for security and Annie was doing her best to work on the college fund her father had started her. Everything was completely normal except for March 22nd every year when the purge happened. That night seemed surreal compared to the other 364 days. They had been blessed. For years they had been safe, unharmed by the vengeful night. She put the basket on top of a makeshift table she used for folding and started hanging clothes on hangers. She wanted to sleep but she knew she couldnt, not until 7 am hit the clock. Despite them being safe she wanted to always be away to make sure. That was when gunfire was heard right outside the house startling both Annie and Alex. Alex jolted upwards gasping out and Annie rushed over to her daughter as they continued to hear the chaos out side. Whats happening. there people outside? Alex whispered as her mother held her on the couch. I-I-I dont know.shhhhhhh. Annie said holding her daughter close while brushing her bangs back resting her chin on her head. She prayed they was just passing by and they wouldnt enter, they couldnt. That was until they heard a huge noise and Alex tried not to cry out as Annie put her hand over her mouth silencing her. They had broke down the barricade upstairs and were now filing inside the house calling out demands. Everything at this moment was out of perspective as it felt like time slowed as they could hear them slowly knocking down the shields to the lower basement. Music I could picture playing as they bust in and take them Annie got off the couch pulling Alex with her trying to run to the other side of the basement to start ripping off the metal sheets on the window. Just as she grabbed a screwdriver they busted down the door and shined bright lights and Annie grabbed Alex crying out. The men grabbed both Alex and Annie restraining them by tying their hands behind their backs and putting duck tape over their mouths. As they were forced upstairs and through the house Annie attempted to head but one making her own eyebrow bust open but was only hit with a baton making her fall to the floor, having to be carried out. Alex could be heard crying out muffled from underneath the duck tape and fell to her knees as she was pushed down onto the grass in her front yard. She bent over looking over to see her mother in pain and bloodied in the face.
Thread: All The Good It Does...: Horror_Show and Ser Issac

The men in armor made their way to the front door, shotguns ready as they stopped at the front door. The three men eac put a shotgun to a location on the door. 2 at the hinges, and one where the lock would be. They nodded and all fired at the same time, blowing the door off it's hinges. They immediately got to work on the barricade. Remember, the High Rollers want them alive and unspoiled called one of the armored men. They came like a flood that couldn't be held back, breaking through the barricades, the locks the doors. They made their way down towards the basement. The moment they found them, they were trying to escape through a boarded up window. They quickly restrained them and began to make their way up the steps towards the van. From down the street, the sound of a muscle car engine could be heard as it approached. The men looked at each other and then looked to the armored men. Take care of it they said. The thugs nodded and began to make their way towards the noise. The noise was coming from an armored Mustang. It was painted a sleek black, the windows tinted. On the hood was 2 M60 machine guns. Inside was Donovan as he drove quickly down the road. He watched as the thugs got on dirt bikes and drove towards the car. Donovan smirked and flipped a switch on his steering wheel. With a quick press of the buttons on his steering wheel the guns chattered to life. The firing rate was slow but loud. The thugs didn't stand a chance as he mowed them down. His car screeched as spun to a stop. He grabbed his M4 and jumped out of the passenger door as the thugs began to open fire. He cursed to himself for not investing in a couple flashbangs. He needed to think for a moment and knew immediately how to get the upper hand. He rolled onto his belly and slipped under his car. He popped off a few rounds quickly, dropping the thugs and putting the mercenaries on their ass. Donovan quickly rolled out from under the car and shouted. Get in! Get in now! he yelled to the women as he continued to fire, keeping the mercenaries out the fight so the girls could run. He kept shooting, careful not to hit the girls as he opened the passenger door and pushed the seat forward so they could climb into the backseat. He prayed they moved quickly, this was gonna be a quick getaway and something told him this was just the beginning of a long ass night.
Thread: All The Good It Does...: Horror_Show and Ser Issac

Annie was able to push off the ground and start running for the armed mustang behind her daughter, as it was there only hope. They climbed in the back seat and Annie was trying to untie the ropes that binded her hands together. They both had duck tape over their mouths with there hands restrained. More gunfire and explosions went off and Annie leaned closer toward her daughter already being snug in the backseat. She broke out of the ropes and ripped off the duck tape breathing out and started undoing her daughters restraints. Alex gasped out crying out looking behind outside of the car. There was no site of the man that had saved there lives until they saw him swiftly shut the passenger door and round around to the drivers seat to slide in. The car came screeched as it sped off down the street leaving the van and taken down men in the neighborhood. Annie with heavy breath looked in the review mirror trying to get a good look at their savior as Alex had a better view being on the right backhand side. Annie didnt even know what to say, this was a nightmare. She leaned back making sure Alex was ok, she was trembling and in shock. They literally had eleven hours to survive until the purge was over. T-Thank you. Annie said in a humble tone and nodded at him from the back seat. Alex was breathing hard with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. All she could think about was when her father was killed, how she remembered men breaking down their apartment years ago and her mother grabbing and sheltering just as she heard the gunfire go off that killed her father.
Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: (MxM) why am i so destroyed, its a distraction (Corruption, D/s, edge play, drugs)

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Thread: Looking for Female for FxF "Good Girl" (you) x "Bad Girl" (me) - Closed for Now

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Thread: Together again an incest rp

back story Once upon a time there was a family that was very close. There were two siblingsmaybe more depending on interest, a daughter and son, and their parents. One day the mother died, unexpectedly, and the father got lonely. Time passed and the grief faded away, but the father could never bring himself to allow another woman into the family. Eventually the need became too great, stronger than his sense of right and wrong. He gave into temptation and had sex with his children. It was rough at first, but eventually they all came to love it, and each other even more than before. Despite their love, they eventually grew up, went their separate ways, and started families of their own. Now Years have passed, and everyone's children are at least a teenagers. One by one the siblings get a message telling them their old man has passed away, and they all need to meet for the reading of his will. The rp So this will be based on two families, all of which's parents grew up in a incestial home, coming together with families of their own, after so many years of missing what they left behind. They'll live together, at least for the moment, in a large estate the family's patriarch left behind. Nothing is set in stone, though, so if anyone has any input on the matter, please let me know. I'd love to get this going. The character roster will look something like this. It's first come first serve, as far as positions go. Family one Fatherbrother from original family Wife Older Son Malin Younger Son Older Daughter Younger Daughter AndNich123 Family Two Father Wifesister from original family Older son Younger son Older daughter Younger Daughter Depending on the amount of interest this gets, we can always add more family members like cousins, grandparents, or even other complete families. We could even do this in a barn, or zoo ownership type setting, if that's what people would like.
Thread: RP: Stay With Me ( Horror_Show & older_man_forrp)

Jenna was lying on her bed with her hair hanging off the edge as her legs were propped up. She was staring up at the ceiling with beady zombified eyes. The young seventeen year old didnt look in the best shape. She had a bandage above her right eye where she had to have a gash stitched shut. She had a black eye and a busted lip, scrapes and cuts were scabbed over and her left arm was bandaged and in a tight sling. She was dressed comfortably in yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt pulled over a tank. It had only been a few weeks ago when her life had traumatically changed for the worse. She was in a car accident that had killed both her mother and father leaving her in the custody of her older brother. They had been going out to dinner to celebrate her mothers promotion and Jenna graduating high school and on the way home a drunk driver served into the wrong lane. Jennas father tried to avoid him and ended up driving off the edge of a cliff and the car tumbled and fell to a lower back road. Jenna was lucky she survived with only a broken arm and few other minor injuries. She had blacked out before the emergency squad got there to pull her body from the wreckage. She was taken to the closest hospital, the same hospital her father and brother worked at. Her brother was notified and rushed down to find his sister in a-coma. Then he was informed both of his parents were dead at the sight of the crash. Jenna ended up moving in with Jack and his fiance Sarah. They were engaged and planning to get married within the next month but with the current situation decided to post pone the wedding until fall. So now Jenna had her own room on the lower level of Jacks two-story beach town house. They had converted a guest room into her bedroom, also giving her the bathroom downstairs that was right beside it. She didnt want to move in with her brother but she was still underage and would be for a whole year and even then he still had the rights over her inheritance. It was in their parents will that he be her legal guardian and handle her fiancs until she was it least 21 years of age. She couldnt put of much of a fight, as he demanded she be under his supervision and live with him. He was nursing her back to complete health. But things werent exactly settled yet, the funeral was over with and everything else was slowly being handled such as moving her belongings, packing what was in their parents house and getting ready to sell it, but there was a lot of tension between everyone, especially Jack and Sarah. Sarah was more than welcoming of Jenna and had gone out of her way to make her comfortable but she was barely there. She was an event coordinator and traveled a lot. She was there for the funeral and a few days after but then left again. Her excuse was that Jack was still doing part time shifts at the hospital. So it wasnt exactly always pleasant at the house. videoyoutube
Thread: Arrangements (Aldir, Silvamoon)

Lyon strode through the rather large and elaborately made home with some minor annoyance creasing his brow, though it was more directed towards himself than the architects. The dark haired man had not bothered to get acquainted with the place when he had first arrived, though he had been offered the chance. He supposed that it wasnt going to matter for after the wedding tomorrow, hed be back at the family castle. Even still he disliked being caught off of his guard so easily in this place, not knowing his way around was a disadvantage. Perhaps there were no assassins waiting around the corner, but a decent layout was useful. The man made his way near the stable yard and sighed, sitting himself down on a nearby bench and crossing his arms over his chest. Lyon was a man of average height and a wiry build, his dark hair cut short and a slight stubble allowed to grow out to darken his chin. The heir to the Isav line was a moderately handsome specimen, though the slight dark circles around his eyes indicated some degree of exhaustion. His clothing was however very well-tailored, a simple white tunic, a set of trousers, and riding boots. The trip here had been long and he was not even permitted to look upon the woman he was to wed tomorrow. Lyon respected tradition of course, but he disliked outcomes he could not properly influence. He had no idea what he was walking into, though his parents had assured her of the womans good breeding. Lyon peered up at the sky, noting with some mild distaste that it was cloudy and obscuring his view of the moon tonight. Supposedly it was to be a full moon though it was unlikely hed get to look upon it tonight before turning in. It was a pity really, the poet in him wondered if this was perhaps a metaphor for his own situation. Perhaps the woman obscured was a thing of beauty and grace he supposed he could hope for such a thing. Personality meant very little to him at this stage, his only purpose for doing this was that it was required of him. Required and expected of a man of the age of nineteen. He knew her name at the very least so that was a start, though a name with a face was certainly preferred. Lyon peered around the stable yard, noting that it was rather vacant so there was no one to assist him in exploring the home. He supposed the best thing at this point was to then just return to his room and just give up on trying to get a good layout of the house. With a heavy sigh the man stood and brushed himself off, moving to return to the home and depart the stable yard empty handed.
Thread: Arrangements (Aldir, Silvamoon)

Twas upon that most irritating of nights that Lyon found that his paths were crossed with another person in the vacant dead of night. The pale light of the moon had peaked through the clouds finally and revealed a pale and rather graceful looking face, half obscured by her own hand as though wishing not to have made the sound that had revealed her. The mans brows rose ever so, not having expected someone else to be out and about this late at night. He smiled at the seemingly innocent stumbling upon each other, no doubt just two similar souls attempting to enjoy the moon though the celestial body was not attempting to return to its shroud. The heir was somewhat surprised to hear that this woman desired him to open the western gate, the surprise showing clearly upon his face. Judging from her choice of words Lyon could only assume that she had mistaken him for a servant of sorts, indicating she was either a member of the family or at least a higher ranked vassal. The noble allowed indignation to fade from his mind, the kneejerk reaction to such a thing created from years of tuition. Instead curiosity took its place, rather an odd idea for a midnight ride in the mans earnest opinion. Lyon opted to move to the western gate wordlessly, his mind a storm of scenarios and speculation. It was such for really there was nothing else to occupy his mind at this hour, nothing overly interesting was about to occur as far as he knew. The hour was very late for a ride out in the country, far too late for even him to consider riding out of the house. The man arrived at the western gate, placing his hands upon the wooden bar that kept the gate closed. It was a rather heavy thing really, though he could likely move it himself with the proper leverage. Before doing any of that though, hed wait for the woman to finish setting up her horse. Rather a late hour for a ride, miss. Mind if I inquire as to the purpose? The man inquired, half turning his head to peer over his shoulder.
Thread: Arrangements (Aldir, Silvamoon)

It had taken all of her energy and concentration to escape from the manor house unscathed, and so being discovered by someone in the stable yard had come as a shock to the young woman. Victoria stood silently for a moment as the pair regarded each other, and as she scrambled to come up with a course of action that would ensure her midnight flight was still successful. The appearance of this unknown man startled her, and with her mind racing in a thousand different directions she didnt have the luxury of time to really study him and realize that his garb and demeanor were vastly different from that of a servant. Despite the fact that she had never seen him before, Victoria took a chance that he would be amendable to helping her out and was elated when he moved in the direction of the gate without question. Breathing a deep sigh of relief at this potential problem that had been overcome, she hurried into stables and quickly saddled her horse. Thankfully in her youth she had learned how to saddle a horse from necessity, and this skill allowed her to be self-sufficient in her quest to disappear for a little while. The less people she involved, the better. Momentarily she frowned when she thought back to the mysterious man she had just met, but his involvement couldnt be helped. Victoria tried to think of it as a boon, for she would have had a tough time opening the gate by herself and it would have slowed her down tremendously. Finished with her task in her stables, she had just led her chestnut colored mare outside when she heard the man addressing her. Pausing to secure the bundle she carried with her to the saddle, Victoria thought furiously to come up with a believable answer. Indeed, it is quite late. She stalled as she led the horse closer to the gate, almost able to taste her victory. I..ahoften have trouble sleeping. It wasnt a complete lie, for the closer they came to the date of the wedding the more stressed out she had become. I find that going for a ride can help. She didnt want to give away too many details, just in case he ended up being questioned about her disappearance. If you could open the gate? Victoria let her voice trail off expectantly. She often treated the servants with courtesy but the longer they stood and spoke the more uneasy she grew.
Thread: Training Slaves. Rough, teasing and kinky roleplays [M+F, MFM, etc]

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Thread: Training Slaves. Rough, teasing and kinky roleplays [M+F, MFM, etc]

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Thread: Training Slaves. Rough, teasing and kinky roleplays [M+F, MFM, etc]

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Thread: Training Slaves. Rough, teasing and kinky roleplays [M+F, MFM, etc]

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