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Thread: Girl Seeks Writing Partner

RE Girl Seeks Writing Partner for Kinky, Erotic Action Vengeance Story Lime said In case you wondered, yes, a Hindi movie inspired this concept. But I do not intend to mimic its characters or setting. I just lifted bits and pieces of the plot and massaged it. We can take my idea and play around with it. Im not wedded to the specifics. This is a tale of vengeance and redemption. It starts out with the male character thats you happy and newly married. His wife is innocent and lovely. As he introduces her to the pleasures of erotic desire, neither realizes that someone is secretly recording their sexual interactions and then selling them for upload to a for-pay pornographic Internet site. Her brother stumbles on his sisters blue movies. He comes over to her house and investigates, finding the hidden cameras. Convinced that his sisters husband yes, again, thats you is doing this, he tells his sister and drags her out of her house and home to the family. Later that evening, she watches the video and is so ashamed, she takes her own life. There is a criminal and civil investigation against the man. Evidence had been manufactured so that it looks as if he were in fact secretly filming his wife and selling the tapes for money. His reputation is destroyed. His wife is dead. He begins his own investigation and finds out that a foreign criminal organization that is heavily into white slavery, pornography, drugs, is responsible for what happened. He may find out that a so-called friend of his, jealous of his relationship with his wife, was the initial link. He decides to take vengeance. Because of the power of the organization, he decides to go undercover and infiltrate it. I play a girl who was kidnapped and enslaved. Ive been forced into prostitution. I end up helping you get your vengeance and you end up rescuing me from my life of forced prostitution. We can play it however it turns out. We might start with me role playing characters that you meet in the beginning stages. And you might role play various characters as I go trough my beginning stages. Or we can gloss over how my character ended up in her dire situation and any darker elements depending on your thoughts I'm willing to go as dark as you want or fade to black for any parts that might be beyond your limits. We can talk about limits, etc. Im open to suggestions to improve this somewhat fantastical plot. We can talk about other details. Click to expand... Sounds like my kind of area, if your willing I'd like to do it.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona Sherri Morgan. Irish decent, and a think accent to boot. She stood on the sidewalk in front of her new home, staring at the people slowly shuffling along up the drive, placing the furniture inside. A fresh start is a good thing, her Mother claimed upon her parents informing her of their drastic move from one side of the World to the other. Besides, your Father simply cannot pass up this opportunity of such a good job placement! So there was no room for complaints. Simply unrelenting work at packing and a few sad goodbyes to lifetime friends. She was 18 and a few months. She shaded her face from the unrelenting sun, hoping that her fair skin wouldn't burn. Already, she missed the chills of Ireland. She swept her auburn hair over her shoulder, darting her emerald eyes in every direction. This was all so new. No rolling hills, no dirt roads. She had heard much about the city life. People made it seem so glamorous. This didn't seem glamorous in the least. Tomorrow, she would begin her last year of high school. She had been held back a grade when she was young, due to poor attendance and even poorer grades. Her Mother had told her to keep an open mind about this new place. Perhaps she would find new friends. Maybe if one who could be as close to her as Kelli had been. But Cliona highly doubted it. Perhaps she would find a boy to spend her time with. Again, highly doubtful. Boys didn't tend to take a second look at her. She didn't have the general figure that boys particularly looked for. She had no voluptuous curves to speak of, and average B-cup breasts. She was short, at a petite 5'4, with a very thin frame. As she watched people walk up and down the street, she looked down at her own attire and wondered why she was dressed as such. Why would she put on formal attire for a move? She fumbled mindlessly with the buttons on her blouse, and toyed with the hem of her green and red kilt. At least she would be used to the uniform at the high school she would be attending, with a pleated skirt and blouse. Most would likely find that uncomfortable, but Cliona had been wearing things like this her entire life, seeing as was her culture. She watched as the movers piled the rest of the furniture and boxes and the like into the home most which had been previously put on pre-order online by her always-prepared Father. As she watched them drive away she slowly walked up the drive and plopped down on the cement porch, continuing to take in her new surroundings.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Now it wasn't often that Matt got to see people in anything 'other' than typical street clothes in this town...nevermind the country. Especially on young ladies, who seemed to shove aside the pleats and frills by the time they got into their preteen years and unless the job or occasion called for more 'formal' attire, never wear such things again. Thus it was his surprise when, while walking home from running a few quick errands, he happened upon Cliona, whom just so happened to be moving into the house beside his own. Stopping and turning his head, he took a moment to look her over. Not in a rude way....but it was hard to not look. While perhaps plain and not one with the outright 'curves'...she had enough there it seemed to tell him she was a matured young lady, even if she was in her final year of classes. IT wasn't quite 'as' warm out as it was during the summer months, autumn having settled in pretty good now. Thus he was in jeans, comfortable shoes and socks, and a sweatshirt with the hood down. Ah, hey there. new neighbor. Matt said, smiling warmly to Cliona. He was just 4 higher to her, so hopefully she wouldn't be too much intimidated.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona's glaze shot up to look at the boy addressing her. She quickly looked him up and down, surmising his appearance. She was slightly frightened of new people in a place like this. She had heard terrible stories about people in the city. But, her judgement of people was usually correct. Slowly, she stood from her perch on the porch and walked slowly down the stairs toward him. She timidly held out her small hand to the boy, greeting him. Hello, she said. Even in such a simple word, her accent was still as think as could be. Cliona suddenly felt slightly vulnerable, realizing her attire. She looked at his, seeing how city he looked. She looked down at her own attire, realizing how out of place she must look. It took everything she had not to turn and dart into the house to change into something more casual. Erm .. I'm Cliona, she sputtered quickly. May I ask your name? Polite as can be, just as her Nanny had taught her.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Not a boy, but a young man moreso, but still he looked young. Matt smiled when Cliona got up and walked over to him, his eyes looking her over again and taking notice of her attire, rather liking it. Oh, I'm Matt, and you are...? he said of himself and asked of the Irish girl. The accent struck him first....it gave him a little shiver of excitement. He just hoped he wouldn't make Cliona rush back into the house to change. He was only dressed the way he was because he didn't have anything fancy like her.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona couldn't help but notice how Matt kept looking her up and down, up and down. This made her slightly more self-conscious, but she attempted to ignore the feeling inside her telling her to go change. No, she wasn't ashamed of who she was. This was who she was, and everybody around could take it or leave it. It was strange feeling this out of place because of her attire, she was used to other girls being dressed the same as her. She took a mental note of his name, this was something she was good at. She was always very good at remembering names and faces. My name is Cliona, she realized how odd that name must seem to someone from America. Back at home, names like that were nothing new. Cliona looked around a bit, taking her eyes off Matt and running her fingers through her auburn hair. She was struggling to find a conversation starter, something to make the silence a bit less awkward. So, she began quietly, you live next door? She immediately wanted to kick herself after the words left her mouth. He called her neighbor, of course he lived next door! She wasn't very good at functioning with new people.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Matt could tell Cliona was a bit nervous, so he averted his gaze. He couldn't help staring, but it kicked in that he was probably being rude. Forgive me Cliona. It's just not often I see someone dressed up nicely like yourself. Also....yes, I live next door. You are new here, so if you ever need help ..like, needing me to show you around, let me know. He reached up and pulled down the sweatshirt he had on, then hugged himself a bit to keep the warmth to himself. Not that it was bone-chilling cold outside, but the autumn air could get to him sometimes.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona was shocked at Matt's response. Dressed nicely? At least not everyone here would stare at her with shock and awe and think that she was strange instead of 'dressed nicely'. She couldn't help a small smile that began to creep onto her lips as she looked back to him. Well, um, thank-you then. I really don't know much about the area, or where anything is yet, she sputtered quietly. It was true that Cliona was generally a shy person, and something this out right was slightly out of the norm for her. But, well, he really was being awful polite. Cliona noticed Matt shiver slightly, and realized that she was being slightly rude. Would you ... um ... like to come inside? I could give you a cup of tea, if you would like? This was how her mother taught her to treat guests, and so she would do it. He was being extremely polite to her, and she knew that probably not everybody would treat her with the same kindness and respect. Why let such a good thing go?
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Matt nodded his head slightly. That would be nice. Thank you Cliona. he said, before beginning his shuffle across the concrete sidewalk up towards Cliona. He didn't move further, waiting for her to lead the way, not wanting to be rude and roam the house like a lost puppy.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Certainly, Cliona responded to his gracious thanks. She lead the way inside her new home, which even she had barely spent any time in. She looked back to see that he was still following, before leading the way into the kitchen and pointing to a chair at the wooden kitchen table. Her mother always had loved rustic. Granite, cherry wood, anything that made their home look old or sophisticated. Cliona walked through the kitchen, attempting to find the kettle to boil water. Sorry, we're still unpacking here, she said a bit awkwardly. It seemed strange not being able to find things quickly in her own home. Finally, she found the kettle in a lower cupboard and put the water. I hope earl grey tea is okay? My Mother doesn't buy herbal.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

I'll try anything once Cliona. Matt assured the young lady. He seated himself at the table and turned his head to watch her as she prepared the kettle. He was mostly interested in the way she moved and how the 'nice' as he put it earlier outfit moved with her body. So...how long have you been here so far? It doesn't look like for too long.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona felt Matt's eyes on her as she prepared their cups and saucers. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but she felt her face burn red as she realized that he was watching her. Men rarely watched her, ever. Not the way he was, anyway. When she was finished she leaned against the counter, draping her arms along her sides. No, not very long at all. My Father came here to prepare for us to come today. Already she missed everything about her home, but she choked back her tears. Perhaps she could be happy here, too. If she could meet more people as nice as Matt had been. Cliona turned back to the kitchen cupboards and the fridge as she heard the kettle screaming, telling her the water was ready. Sugar? Milk? Cream? she asked, pouring milk and a spoon of sugar into her own cup.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

A little milk and sugar is good enough. Matt answered in return. While he was looking at Cliona, Matt couldn't help but get thoughts in his mind of the things he wanted to do with this Irish girl. Never had he seen anyone Cliona's age done up the way she was....they all seemed to want to look more 'modern'...some more 'masculine' in their feverish attempt to get away from their 'girly' image. It drove the young man nuts. He was shoving all that down just as hard as she was trying to keep her homesick feelings away from his view.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona poured the milk and spooned some sugar into his cup before handing him his tea and taking a seat at the chair next to him. She smoothed down her kilt as she sat, and sipped from her cup a bit. Again, she was struggling for some conversation topics. She shuffled through some opening sentences in her mind. So many questions she could ask, but which was too personal, and which ones were okay to ask? It was difficult for her to speak to new people. Do you attend a school? she finally settled on. She wasn't quite sure of his age, but secretly hoped that perhaps he would attend the same school as she would be attending. She didn't keep her hopes too high, seeing as he didn't much look as if he attended a secondary school. But of course it would be nice to know somebody.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Actually, I have a home-based job. How about yourself? I mean, you look about old enough to be out of highschool and ready to attend college. the mid-20-something male told the Irish girl, nodding and then sipping his tea, which he found he rather liked. Hmmm, not bad at all. Better than that herbal stuff I've tried in the past. he said. Matt then turned his head slightly and tilts it a bit as he looked to her again for just a moment, before averting his gaze so he wouldn't be staring down to Cliona's legs, and the kilt she wore. He did want to be on them somehow, but knew that would have to wait....pushing things too soon would scare her. He was different than what she was probably thinking and fearing. Matt figured in his mind, 'if not today, then another time once they were better acquainted...that would be best.'
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona tried to keep the disappointment out of her face, but to no avail. I begin my twelfth year tomorrow. I was held back a grade when I was younger. Cliona finished off her tea and took both of their cups to the sink, filling them with water. She rather enjoyed his company, and his response to her previous questioned only seemed to spark further curiosity. So, what is it that you do for work at home? She felt a tug inside that made her want to learn more about Matt. Perhaps they would have another time after this to meet again.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Ahh, just odds and ends things that are all technology related. I guess you could call me a little bit of a geek, Cliona. Matt ended his statement with a little chuckle, before he shook his head slightly. Surely this girl had to be thinking now that he was one of those weirdo types. Perhaps he was a bit with his fantasies, but overall he was just normal and rather boring to know about. Just remember Cliona.....don't try to change yourself for others just to make them happy. I rather like how you are already...your mannerisms, how you dress. Don't try to fit in too hard....you'll feel miserable otherwise.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona felt herself begin to burn with pleased embarrassment at his final statement. She couldn't help but look away from him, hoping that he didn't catch the redness flushing her cheeks. Cliona glanced at the clock quickly before looking back at Matt. She was incredibly tired and suffering a slight case of jet lag. I hate to be rude, she said with her eyes on the ground. But I think it would be time for you to go home so I can get some sleep. I do have school tomorrow, after all. She really did hate to ask him to leave, but it wasn't proper for him to be here much longer should she actually have some time to relax and get at least part of her belongings in order. I also have a lot of unpacking to do, and I would rather like to get started tonight. I hope you don't mind.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Matt shook his head and rose from his seat after finishing off his tea. He stepped up to Cliona and smiled, reaching up and pushing aside a few bangs of her hair. Alright, I'll leave. Go finish unpacking and rest yourself. You do look tired. He took the opportunity to take one more good look at her body and how she dressed and looked, before he turned away and headed for the door. We'll meet again I'm sure. he said before heading out of the house. He wanted to not be rude and leave so hastily, but the image he had of her in his head....Matt wanted to keep that until at least the next time they did meet.
Thread: My Wild Irish Rose ~ {Haru x LunaTick}

Cliona jumped slightly at his unexpected touch, and began to blush even more if such a thing were possible. I certainly hope we do meet again, she said, following him to the door and locking it behind him. She missed the days at home when nobody really needed to lock their door. The towns were so small and everyone knew everyone and nobody would invade somebody's personal space like that. Cliona slowly began to make her way up the stairs to her new room. She looked at all the boxes around that clearly needed to be unpacked and the objects put in their rightful place, but she just didn't seem to have the energy to do so. She glared at her new school uniform, still in the bag that her mother had brought up to her room this morning. Cliona unbuttoned her blouse, yanking it off and tossing it in a rumpled mess on the floor beside her bed. The kilt followed. Afterward, she flopped down in her bed absolutely exhausted. Fully comfortable in her plain, black bra and matching panties, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Thread: Summoned [ Google and Modern ]

The events in the living room went completely unnoticed by Morgan. The young woman was face down in her bed, fast asleep. She could sleep through nearly anything. Once, a storm had pass through and knocked a tree right into her bedroom window and she hadn't noticed until the next morning. But as deep a sleeper as she normally was, sometimes when she was having a restless night small things could wake her up. It hadn't been the daemon appearing in the living room that woke her up, it had been the sudden voice. Jarred from her uneasy dreams of the torment she'd faced her entire life, the young woman lifted her head from the pillow and glanced around the room not that she could see much without her glasses. Maybe she'd dreamed the voice since it was too dark to see anything. With a yawn, Morgan pulled herself up and sat back, scratching her head. She'd probably just imagined someone talking to her. Reaching over to the nightstand for her glasses, she suddenly felt like she was being watched and that someone was in the room with her. Slowly, as if she would be attacked by some unseen force if she moved too fast, Morgan put on her glasses and slowly turned on the light. The instant the room was bathed in the dim glow of her lamp, she saw him...standing there in her room. A sharp scream rang out as she jumped and fell off the bed. W-Who a-are you!! she blurted out and backed against the wall. Her hand slipped towards her nightstand to grab the mace she kept in the drawer. A man? A NAKED man in her room? How did he get in there! And where were his clothes at! Chest heaving up and down, Morgan slipped her hand around the small compact spray can and then quickly brought it up. Without a moment's hesitation she sprayed him, not knowing who he was, rather what he was.
Thread: Summoned [ Google and Modern ]

She was attractive, that was good because Lucifuge hated to do the bidding of the ugly. The last to summon him all that time ago was a hideous crone who had wanted him to kill all the men who had ever scorned her because of her appearance in the past. He might not be an incubus but Lucifuge enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh and they were all the sweeter when he walked among mortals, their bodies more tender and malleable, the pain and pleasure they felt so much more interesting then those of the daemon whores that roamed the pit. This witch however was surprised to see him, almost as though she hadn't expected her demon to appear ready to serve her, instead of gloating about her power she reached for a trinket near the bed and sprayed him with some sort of potion. IT didn't really hurt, there was mild discomfort but he quickly banished the sensation, was this some attempt of hers to establish dominance or drive him away. He didn't know what the point would be after she had summoned him but it was surly annoying. Her question only added to his confusion, he had just said his name, said that he was there to serve her and she still asked who he was. Perhaps she hadn't meant for the summoning to work, there was no doubt in his mind that she was the one who had brought into the mortal world, there could be no mistaking it. Still if he had to explain to her what he was then it would be quite annoying. I am a daemon. He said slowly as though talking to a child who wasn't quick to catch on to a simple concept. Lucifuge, a Duke of the Pit whom you have summoned for reasons that you will no doubt explain to me very soon. Whatever it was in his eyes was annoying and he slowly brushed it from his face. I am here to service you in any way that you desire, all you need do is speak the words and I shall bring about whatever you want.
Thread: Summoned [ Google and Modern ]

Since the first spray didn't seem to be anything more than a mild annoyance, Morgan sprayed him again just as he began to talk. Wait...a demon? Is that what he just said he was? No way. Morgan may have liked to say she was a witch, but nothing she'd ever tried had ever worked! The hexes to give zits never worked, the love spell cast on the quarterback didn't work, nothing ever happened or worked! But now apparently her summoning had worked? No no no, that couldn't be right. She wasn't really a witch, she was just one angry girl who lived an alternative lifestyle. What...no...it couldn't have worked.... Morgan muttered to herself as she dropped the can of mace. She looked up at him, eyes catching his obvious nudity at first. Her face flushed slightly. Cover yourself up! she said rather hastily as she threw her bedsheet towards him and looked away. She was still taken aback that her summoning had actually worked. Running her hand through her hair, she stared at the floor, thinking deeply. It worked? It really did work? It just seemed so...surreal and impossible. But yet here he was, a daemon that SHE had apparently summoned. It was mind boggling. After a moment, she pulled herself up off of the ground. So let me get this straight....you're a daemon...and I really did summon you? Adjusting her glasses, she looked over at him curiously. So if I summoned you, that means that you're bound into my servitude, right? Of course, she didn't realize that she had forgotten to bind him. A real witch probably wouldn't have forgotten. And you'll do whatever I say? Even if I order you to kill my enemies?