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Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

He was an intelligent man, that was true, and well trained in dealing with those who had suffered such mental defects in their lives. Yet this was something through him a bit, causing him to feel discomfort for the first time since he had met the woman and that was enough to make him wonder if he truly was the right person for this particular patient. It was the tumultuous emotions that were throwing him off, the inability to remain grounded in the present and the swift movements between not just trauma but disconnection. He slowly took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself in the face of what was in front of him, almost as if he was preparing to go into battle. There was more truth to that than he wanted to believe, because frighteningly she was more dangerous than any monster to slay. Mentally putting on the armor that would stop him from doing anything that was not only immoral, but in the case of a psychologist, very much illegal. She was vulnerable. A woman in distress. Surely he would not be such a bad man to try to rescue her? It was in every line of her body as she knelt before him. He had been practically shocked as she touched him. He felt her fingers on him and he could see the hint of her knees below her skirt, the silken skin bared to his eyes, the swell of her bosom as she inhaled and pressed so terribly close. He was nothing if not a man, nothing if not flesh and blood, and like any man he responded...feeling a stirring, the terrible desire manifesting in the physical flesh as he hardened. It caused him to move just the tiniest of bits, searching for a bit of comfort so that he could hide the equal amount of embarrassment. His gaze slowly raised along her lithe form, the beautiful curves accentuated in so exposed a fashion, before they finally centered on her face as her lips traced such tantalizing patterns along his skin. Her beautiful face, practically aristocratic and demure, a beauty if ever there was one...all that marred it was the suffering she had endured. It was not his intention in any fashion to abuse this moment with someone so very hurt, but he still responded. He could not help but do so. The play, he could center on that as well and provide some kind of direction to the conversation. It easy an easy leap to understand that she was playing the role of one of Henry's paramours, his wives, from Henry the VIII. Shakespeare. He might have seen it in his youth, but he in no way was prepared to try to recite lines from it. He struggled to remember the words, hoping behind hope that some Lit class in college might provide him a respite from his ignorance but he truly could not dredge up anything other than the historical significance. But, perhaps this would let them have interaction of a sort and a bit of a connection that could grow. It would let him use something at the very least. His hand turned over in her grasp, feeling her kisses as his tongue touched his dry lips and his cultured voice spoke. I...forgive me, I..., he gave a small laugh. I forgot the lines, I'm not quite as good as you are without a script...should I wing it, do you think?
Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

Heidi saw the hesitation in her husband's eyes. This is good . His vacillation made her even more determined to seduce him. It means he is thinking about it.. It all made perfect sense in her mind. If she had killed the man, he would only forgive her if she sent him to heaven. The German kissed his crotch passionately as she watched his moments of dither transform into a state of absolute lust. There was guilt in his eyes, as if he wasn't supposed to be doing this, but all it did was to rally Heidi into ravishing the man's libido. Soon, the his defenses faltered. His pants fell as he raised his white flags, and as his cock poked her forehead, her vanguard was knighted by the King - Anne Boleyn was spared. Sorry.. She was on her knees, her legs spread on her sides like butterfly wings. She looked up at his cock akin to a criminal asking the judge for atonement. Her eyes were shaky but full of desire as she watched her husband's cock pulse into erection before her own eyes. Thick, long, hardening and decorated with vigorous veins. Oh Francis.. she cooed with her sultry voice. Her delicate fingers wrapped themselves around the meaty erection tenderly as she held it upwards in front of her face and gave it a few loving strokes. Heidi reached to kiss the base, her chin moving shyly against her husband's balls while her lips made kissing noises. Her tongue soon crawled out of its den as she licked the length upwards like an ice pop. The shaft's weight rested on her nose and forehead for support, but soon it was standing proudly erect like a rhino's horn. She reached for the top and kissed the tip, then parted her lips and took it in. As her tongue swirled around the royal crown, she bobbed her head up and down, diving deeper with the scepter poking her throat with every bout as she moaned. Precum leaked unhindered down her throat as memories of her husband flooded her mind. Sorry.. Heidi summoned her hands again and they wrapped themselves around the firm manhood like snakes around a tree branch. Then she held the tip closer to her lips and kissed it again, her eyes locked onto his as she gazed into his eyes for signs of forgiveness. Her lips soon parted for another dive as she took the entire length in, twirling her tongue around and flicking it against the sensitive head. Sorry.. Her hands moved to make do of her clothes, and within seconds her shirt and bra fell next to the doctors pants. She exposed her perfectly shaped breasts, two perky mounds of life adorned with nipples dark as sin. Perhaps they were some of the few things about her that weren't broken or damaged. Pink-hued and soft, they jiggled as her head moved. Soon her skirt landed on the ground. Her white panties remained to obscure her privates, but they failed to obscure her lust as a large stain of wetness was visible on the fabric. Sorry.. Her clit radiated warmth, its juices flowing shamelessly as she moaned and kissed and sucked her husband's erection.
Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

It was like a lucid dream. Once again Heidi was reunited with her soulmate. It nearly brought tears to her eyes as she reflected on the reality of the situation. Love played her like a puppeteer. It showed on her soft, high voice. It manifested on the way she looked at him, almost swooning at his approval of her. All she wanted was to hold him close to her, to hug him until their were one entity, until their hearts would beat as one. Her husband helped her up to her feet, and she eagerly met his lips with hers. Francis she moaned his name as their lips wrestled and moved together in perfect harmony. Hers parted and her tongue darted out, and then their tongues dueled and danced. Francis, I love you so she shyly murmured, her cheeks sparkling a lively pink as the warmth of the moment possessed her. Being between her husband's arms had been her dream for too long, its all real now . Her husband's name kept coming of out her lips every time she kissed the man's lips unaware of the pain and guilt it caused the doctored husband. Her love was mass produced but badly distributed Elias was inheriting the love that was meant for Francis. She flicked her tongue against his, her lips moving gently against his in gentle waves. I'll never love another, Francis. Its always been you she admitted as the tides turned. Her arms circled around his neck, and her hands found the back of his head. She scratched his hair softly, her fingers moving through his hair fondly as she held his face closer to her. As the embrace tightened, she she found her nude chest glued to his shirt. Her legs gently rose and she wrapped them around his waist. Her drenched panties glued to his sticky shaft as she devoured his mouth with her hungry kisses. She could feel his pulse, his warmth, his breath, his desire. It was building between his legs and the only thing that could douse him was between her's. Heidi sucked on her husband's bottom lip as she moaned onto him. Her taste filling his mouth while she took his in her's. She moved her fingers around the man's back, feeling his muscular shoulders and lightly brushing her nails around his flesh. He tasted exactly like Francis masculine and salty. Take me, Francis. Take me like you always do
Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

The woman's moans rallied the doctor like a soldier inspired by his national anthem. The friction seared her loins, then the warmth spread to her chest, neck, head and limbs. The two sweaty bodies rubbed together like two rocks wanting to start a fire. The same fire that killed Francis . The thought was disturbing. It came to me now. It wants to consume me. Guilt woke her up amidst her sins like a war prisoner woken up in the middle of night for another round of torture. God, what was she doing? She was in a clinic. She had gone to see a psychiatrist, but she was now fucking him on his desk. She gasped in shock as the realization hit her, her eyes widening at once. I killed Francis and now I'm cheating on him . Her eyes grew heavier with tears, her cheeks red with embarrassment. I went to church to repent before God, and I winded up fucking the priest . It was darkly comical and sickeningly ignominious. I got on my knees and kissed his crotch . It was so pathetic that she wanted to cry. I begged him to fuck me . She bit on her lips like a whore finding it in herself to feel guilty . Then she remembered everything. All the shrinks she'd seen the past few weeks. All the Francises she'd fucked. All the sins she'd committed. Her body shook with guilt, her fist clenched tight in a fusion of anger and remorse. I'm better than this! She told herself. I need to stand up for myself I'm practically being raped here But it was like blowing into a dying fire. She wanted to shove the doctor away, but she froze like a corpse. She wanted to shout for her, but all that came out of her lips were moans and grunts of pleasure. And her grunts bounced from one wall to another. She couldn't tell what the other patients outside were thinking whether they'd leave, call the police, or barge in to save her. Were there people outside, even? How long had she been fucking this man? Was it past business hours now? Perhaps there weren't people to witness her sins. Even Anne Boleyn's execution had an audience. Didn't she betray her husband as well? . Then suddenly, the doctor came inside her. A torrent of semen filled her hole to the brim, and his juices dripped from her folds down to the desk. Like a bucket of ice cold water dumped onto scorching flames, her fire withered and died. No, let the fires eat me out she thought for a millisecond, but it was gone. All the guilt, all the anger, all the sadness. It was violently stolen from her. Now she was Heidi the love-smitten wife, and Elias was Francis, the lucky husband. And she was moaning, and moaning, and moaning. Heidi's point of view The End
Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

The orgasm was torrential, it drove him to the edge of pleasure and over it, and much like the woman underneath him it came as a sudden shock of cold water when he spilled his seed inside of her and the fire of lust was replaced with the utter stunned realization of what he had done. Looking at her as she lay there his eyes widened as he still finished, the powerful moment seeming to draw out as if he was trapped in that timeless eternity with her. He could see her on horror, her on confusion, and her own lust running rampant over her features and his brow furrowed as he realized that even in that moment of understanding he did not stop. No, his hips continued to piston deep within her until he was fully spent in her fertile womb. His body ached, his entire soul ached, but in the end he could not in any fashion feel sorrow for himself. No, he deserved the terrible guilty feeling that began to take hold of him as he finally came to a faltering stop...his legs trembling from the desire and the vigorous fucking after all these lonely days. It was inexcusable. What was more, he could see the sudden changes moving swiftly over the woman underneath him. The woman was clearly mad, no matter her beauty, no matter the flesh which had promised salvation. No, that flesh promised eternal damnation, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that whatever foolish thoughts had been inside of him that he suggested he was capable of helping her had flown away with the spreading of her perfect thighs. He had cast aside everything that was good about him, which apparently was very little, just to have a taste of what she was. Oh, surely she had played her own part, but how could he hold her culpable when she was clearly not in her right mind? No, the answer was no, and more than that it was criminal what he had done. He could actually go to jail over this, and the thought made him pull away from her in disgust, not at her...but at the act they had just consummated. Sliding out of her he stepped away, seeing the cum drip from her hot hole, revulsion and a sick delight inside of him at the view of it. He fumbled as he left her there, his voice almost desperate as he whispered frantically. Quick, quick, get dressed..., it was all he could think of to say as she seemed to come to some kind of terms with what had happened and reveled in the moaning of her lust. He had little doubt that they'd been heard, little doubt in the slightest. Would people come, would they find them? Almost certainly it was a yes. His hands moved down to grip his pants, jerking them up so that he could button and zip them, his desperation quickly coming to fueled panic. He would lose everything, he would lose it all, was it worth it for the few moments of lust with this woman? Was it worth it to forever be ruined because he couldn't think past the need of his own cock? Whatever those answers were he did not have enough time to find them. The door opened.... Elias's Point of View The End
Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Mariah was shaking cobwebs from her head when she could hear the horrid noise of twisting bone, then the iron stench of blood. Her head was tuning slightly when she felt a large hand on her chin. She had thought it might be going to her throat, relieved it didn't. Her face was turned to the looming face of another man...dark, powerful looking. Her golden eyes large like saucers gazing into his. His voice deep and resonating had sent a shiver down her spine as he called her his. Her eyes narrowed angrily, she was not some piece of meat or ass. She had been in the cartel almost 20 years...since she was 4, no man had touched her. No man! by the Cartels orders, her brother, or from herself. She brought a long leg up to get a better balance to get up. Her arm knocking the hand from her chin. I belong to no one! Her eyes seemed to glow gold as she grew angry. Her hot temper would keep any man warm, one could feel it radiating from her as she stood up, the restraining bar still in her hand and ready to swing. As she stood the penitentiary shirt rode up along her waist revealing a strong, lean curvy torso. I'm not some skank-whore she snarled. Her voice was not shrill or whining high pitched, but seemed to exude a huskiness. What ever the ship did or scientists did she just radiated an aura of sexuality. She had no tattoos or piercings. She didn't know theses people, she was in a strange area, and she was alone. This was a bad point. She glanced to the blond getting taken by the other man, but her eyes kept going back to the guy in front of her, when she did her heart seemed to skip. She felt afraid of him and oddly attracted too. A few strands of her dark hair crossed her face. She took a step back.
Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Juste smiled at the fiery woman. There was no rush in his actions or movements. He knew she was his and it would only be a bit of time before she came to that realization as well. You are no whore, on that I can agree. he said. But you are mine, and owe me a life debt. That man would have raped you, at the very least, and now he is no more. I will end any man that dares touch you without my permission. For that, you are mine. he insisted and his right hand snapped out to catch her lustrous brown hair and he pulled her close, her breasts swaying and bouncing with the motion. His lips pressed to hers as he held her head still, locks pulled taut and tight. His other hand roughly grabed one breast and squeezed, hard, and it was sure to leave bruises. By now a few other biocylinders were opening, some males, some females and Juste broke the kiss and gestured vaguely at the newly awakened men. You can agree to be mine, or I can simply allow those men to have their way with you. I am sure you would be overpowered in short order and used. He kissed her again, his lips hard on hers and the hard length in his pants pressed to her thigh. Juste broke the kiss and muscles flexed and shifted under tanned skin as he pushed her down, forcing her to her knees. Claim my cock as your own before those men are given a gift to christen their new home with. he growled.
Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Mariah gave a yelp as he seized her hair. It was like an adrenaline rush as he nearly snapped her neck. She winced a moment as he brought her close to him. To close that she could not bring the chunk of debris up to clock him. She felt him holding her to his broad chest, his arms strong. She started to squirm and struggle, true he did save her from the rapist, but now it looked like it was being traded for another. Then his other large hand...Her eyes opened wide in shock as his large hand began groping her. As his hand handled her full breasts one thing he could immediately tell....they were not fake. This close it was obvious she was young, most likely in her early mid 20's. She was close enough to smell him, whatever his cologne was that he had on going in the tubes still lingered on him. It smelled good, clean and manly, not like musk or a field of flowers. It was then she realized he had been kissing her, his lips hard against hers. She gave a light squeal and squirmed a bit harder. breaking the kiss she heard his low tone and their meaning. She was about to respond when he kissed her again. It stirred something ...something wanton in the back of her mind. Why was it hard to think? She always held herself composed. Was it this place? his man? time in the tubes? something else? All this in a heartbeat ran through her mind. There was a part of her mind telling her this was a man, not some boy playing at being a man, but a man. He held her even tighter. She could feel heat from his body, she could feel his ..body against her stirring large against her. She'd never felt a mans erection against her...especially as tight against the prison clothing like this. It scared her a bit, she hated being scared. She managed to get her free hand up against his lower torso. She tried pushing him off of her. He was like a wall. He was not going to move unless he wanted to. It appeared at that moment he wanted to as he forced her down by tugging her hair. She found herself on one knee, her face nearly at the level of his crotch. She could see the large strain upon the cheap prison fabric he had going on. The sudden pull nearly knocked the wind out of her as she gasped for air. Her hand that had pushed at him went down as well, hooking the draw string band and leaving light scratch marks on his well muscled torso. Her other dropped the piece of metal she had and braced against his other thigh. She hung on to prevent from falling over. In the distance she could see a few others from the other nearby tube cells. She tried jerking free again. Let me Go! came out of her, heated and adamant. She tried to get up off her knees. The hand she had on his leg she released to make a fist preparing to punch him. she was not going to go down without a fight.
Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Juste could smell her anxiety, hear her heart pounding in her chest and detect the pheromones in the air. Despite her protest she was excited and her scent only spurred him onward. Unfortunately he would have to act quickly. More and more biocylinders were opening out on the debris field and if any of the other men were in a state as he was then they would fall upon the closest females and copulate whether the females were receptive or not. That this female had caught his eye was either her best good fortune or a dismal tragedy. Juste would let her decide. His eyes cast about the nearby scraps and a ring about the size of a handball caught his eye. Galvanized rubber and an o-ring of some sort, a long strip of metal that should have connected it to something by the looks of it and he snatched it up. Another long piece of steel and he grabbed that as well. Come here. he snarled at her, noting that several of the other males had fallen on a hapless female who screamed in protest at first and then in pain a moment later. Juste's hands roughly grabbed the woman's wrists, pinning them together as the steel was bent to bind them together, pinning her hands together in a sort of mockery of prayer and the man then forced her mouth open, the galvanized rubber ring forced to keep her jaws pried apart. That should do well, and keep you quiet. he growled to her and once more he grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back so she had to look up and face him. This is for your own good my Pet. he told her, his other hand pulling down his pants to reveal that thick cock that hung between his legs, the girthy length visibly throbbing and pulsing, the veins visible as the flared crown dripped his excitement. Through the ring he thrust the formidable weapon between his legs, pressing it into her throat.
Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Juste felt her throat spasm around his thick length and as he leaned to the side he could see her throat bulge with the size of him, and her body struggled for air as he forced that thick shaft into her throat. The gagging and choking sounds as he forced her to deepthroat him were quite lovely and as she gasped for air and took deep shuddering breaths as he pulled back were arousing. Thick ropes of saliva dripped from her mouth as she was unable to shut it, the ring holding it open, and her saliva dripping down onto her breasts as they heaved for breath, and her nipples tented the fabric in both the cold air and her arousal. I'll make you a willing cocksleeve yet. Juste growled, knowing she had a lot of fight left in her and he dragged her over to one of the cylinders, bending her over that rounded tube as another male approached. Juste growled at the man, whose intentions were obvious. The man was large, larger than Juste, and merely smiled, thinking this would be easy, and his eyes looked to the ripe female with her ass in the air bent over the tube. Mine. Juste said, again that simple one word, and then the man was upon him. The fight was simple, and though the other man was larger, the improvements to Juste by the ship were unable to be overcome and made things decidedly one-sided. Juste's fist snapped out, catching the man in the solar plexus, and he dropped to his knees, gasping for air. The distinct sound of cracking bone had been heard and though the man was not dead he'd have trouble breathing for a few days. Juste turned back to the woman, jerking her pants down over her ass where they hugged her knees, her lovely curved behind presented to him, and the soft lips of her pussy now presented. Juste's hand went between her legs, rubbing her sex, getting her ready for his entry as he slipped a thumb into her heated channel.