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Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

He smiled as she gulped when he touched her. There were something priceless about seeing the reaction of an innocent girl to his brute treatment. He could feel his cock growing hard in his pants, a fact that the black underwear did little to hide. But yet, her reaction was much more controlled, much more repressed than he had hoped for. There is something about this girl... he thought, and then she pushed him. The force in her push was not enough to move him an inch, or to make the expression of his face to betray any surprise, but the signal she was sending was clear enough. Everything she did just reinforced his first conclusion - either she had a will of iron, or she was crazy. Well, people do a lot of stupid things all of the time. he said with an amused voice. Usually I don't care whether my sluts make good or bad decisions as long as I get to bang them - as a matter of fact I think most of them would be better of without me. There are a lot of stupid bitches out there using sex to try to cure them of something. Insecurity, fear and shit like that. I'm no shrink, so I say 'whatever' and have my little fun. But you, you are a friend... He stopped to laugh a mischievous laugh. ...so I wouldn't want to harm you, would I? He took another sip of bear, but shook his head with a disgruntled face. This shit is warm. he complained. Spitting out the beer on the ground, he held out his hand with the bottle over her head, and slowly turned it around, letting what was left of it flow down over her. It made a mess of her so carefully made hair, and as the beer trickled down over her face it ruined her make up too. Small streams of it wet her shirt, most of it running down her cleavage, forming a little lake in her navel before it continued down to sulk her pants. He shook the bottle a couple of times, making sure it was completely empty, and then casually threw it away into the garden. He did not even bother to comment on or explain what he just did, he just watched her as she got soaked by the warm, old beer. You may have thought long and hard about this, but I think you need to think a little bit harder a little bit longer. he said, finally delivering his judgment. Without a warning he grabbed a handful of her wet, blonde hair, and used it to pull her out of balance, dragging her behind him as he started to walk around the house towards the back yard. The mail man just stopped by to leave some mail, and when he saw the two he stopped in the middle of his motion. What were they doing? Was this a case of domestic abuse? Should he call the police? Probably he should, but then again, his older colleges always told funny, or maybe obscene was a more suitable word, stories about this place. He had thought they were just lies made up to make the night shifts pass quicker, but as he watched the girl, a rather hot one he had to admit, being dragged by her hair across the yard, he realized that there might be some truth to them after all. He shook his head, and continued on his rout.
Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Oh? She chirped. Im a friend? She asked, her brow raised, her hands coming from out of her pockets to cross over her chest. She stood with more attitude now, finding major disbelief in the fact that he thought of her as a friend. In fact, she wanted to scoff or laugh heartily about that but not because it was particularly funny, more like laughing off her disbelief, laughing at him. She didnt. Something told her not to. Chloe seemed to be correct on this because out of nowhere, he spat out his beer and she grimaced but she was not prepared for what came next. He poured his beer on her and it seemed that a lot was left because she went from dry to soaked in this foul smelling alcoholic beverage. Her hair was damp but not necessarily ruined, what little make up she did put on which was just eyeliner, smeared down her cheeks the way mascara would but this eyeliner wasnt water proof and was susceptible to liquids like that. Her shirt wasnt soaked but it was definitely a bad decision to have worn white. She felt some of the beer even trickle into her shorts as well as outside of it, feeling the last drops run down her bare legs. Her arms had fallen from being crossed over her chest and her gaze dropped from his as her eyes had closed. Opening them slowly, her hands were at her side but kind of suspended, she clearly shocked and she looked at him again, but she did not look pleased, whatsoever. She really didnt know what she had gotten herself into. Before she could really react to that or what he said to her, her hair had been grabbed him and she had fallen from his force and the fact it took her off guard and off balance as well. She ended up scraping her knee against the pavement of his porch before she came back to her feet in a bit of struggle, following behind him, though not willingly. Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing!? It didnt faze her that a mailman saw them. No, she was a it busy trying to get this grizzlys paws off of her like this. Her hands were coming at him, hitting him, hitting his back in what little measly punches she could muster given the way he was dragging her along, as if her objections were nothing. They probably were. This guy was huge compared to her, all muscles, abs and pecs and she was this little blonde twenty-something year old trying to go against this guy who was older than her, much older than her, like Henry was? She had to be out of her mind but she didnt stop. Adam! Adam! What the hell! At least her voice wasnt annoying, even when she was yelling. It wasnt screechy or high pitched but as powerful as she could muster. She didnt have a girly voice. She didnt have a manly voice either, obviously, but she wasnt annoying sounding. Thank goodness too. Her knee stung. It wasnt a major scrape but the brute force in which she had fallen and been dragged by him allowed for a good enough scrap where she was bleeding a little bit and with that mix of alcohol, it didnt feel to good. She didnt think on it though. Chloe was a bit preoccupied.
Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

He ignored her whimpering protests, and continued to the backyard with quick steps, making it hard for her to keep up with his pace. When she lagged behind, he did not slow down, he simply pulled harder. In his mind, he noted her fierce response in the crazy column, as opposed to devote. She resisted, sure, but not enough to actually accomplish something. If she really wanted to, she could have done much worse, used all her strength and hurt him for real, at least a little, but no, she just screamed and kicked a little. She did not want to brake loose, she just wanted to make a scene. At least that was Adams conclusion. You have thought long and hard about this? And the second the fun starts you start to squirm and scream like a crybaby? he asked laughing. No, you need to stop being such a fucking greedy little attention whore and start to think for real. And I'll give you some time to think... For some reason, he burst out into another loud laugh. Adams backyard lived up to the standard suggested by his white two storey house, whit a big terrace and a swimming pool. Last nights party seemed to have been going on outside as well - there were a couple of bottles floating around in the pool, as well as two pairs of bikinis. On the terrace, a table was still filled with dirty plates, even more bottles and leftovers from the grill. But Adam was not heading for the terrace or the pool, he was heading for something else. In the far end of the lawn, where a fence marked the end of his property and protected drunk party guests from falling down the steep hillside that followed it, there were a little wooden doghouse. A proud sign hanging above the opening had the text BITCH written in big, pink capital letters, and it was no stretch to guess that it was not dogs of the female sex that was alluded to. In front of the house, the grass was trampled and the otherwise so neatly kept lawn was more of a pool of mud, and in the middle of the mud a stake, with a thick chain with a black dogs collar at the end, stuck up from the ground. With a last hard pull on her hair, Adam forced her down head first into the mud. Then he bended down and put the collar around her neck, locking it in place with a padlock. That collar was tight - even though it was not choking her, it made it appreciably harder to breath, a fact that continuously would remind her of its presence. The leach was short, not allowing her to get out of the mud or even stand up for that matter. The only positive to say about her situation was that the view at least was nice - from his yard one could see most of the city spread out below them, all the way to the sea in the far distance.
Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

He looked down at the filthy girl on the ground, quite contented with what he had accomplished so far. There were something cute about her, he had to admit. Maybe it was the mix of the genuine anger radiating from her eyes and the complete misery of the rest of her face, or for her whole situation for that matter? Or maybe it was the contrast between her determination to learn how to submit, and her pointlessly stubborn defense of every inch of her liberty? He could not say, but one thing was sure whatever it was, there was something that made her look wonderfully cute. And he liked that, because if there were something than Adam loved, than it was to crack cute things. There is only one joke here, bitch, and that is you. So shut the fuck up and listen. You said you had thought this through, but so far you have done nothing to prove that you're not just the stupid blonde bimbo you look like. His voice, that previously had been aggressive and fierce, calmed down a little as he went on. I brought you here because you need to think long and hard, and this is what you will think about. There are three types of submissives. First, there's the insecure. They seek refuge from responsibility and doubt in the hands of someone stronger who can guide them and save them from their fears. Then there's the egoist, who never surrender, but merely tactically retreat to gain something for them self. Most of the time they seek pleasure, but it can be other things as well. Acceptance, for instance. He paused his lecture there, and looked down at his subject. He bent down until his face was just inches away from hers, and grabbed the neckline of her top to pull her even closer. Does that sound familiar? he asked, and then used his grip to tear her top apart, leaving it hanging open, revealing her bra. He snatched it off her as well, not caring to take the time to unhook it, and threw it over the fence down the slope. And last, there is the third type the true submissives. Those who really lives to please, who deep in their heart desire nothing else than to delight others, no matter how perverse or painful the consequences might be for them self. While he spoke, he went on to shred her shorts, tearing the black cloth like it was only paper. He finished his destruction of her outfit by slowly sliding a hand inside her panties, for a while she could feel the back of his hand brush against her pussylips, just to pull them off her, and send them away in the same direction as her bra. When I get back, I want you to tell me which type you are. Then I will explain the rules for you, and ask you if you can accept them. If you can't you will be free to leave. His voice went back to its normal, a whirlwind of spitefulness and acrimony. Does this blond, blue eyed, little whore understand?
Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Adam smiled genuinely at the girls reply. Oh, don't mind her, it's just this stray bitch that I had to take care off. She's been a pain in my ass all morning so I figured I should be a pain in hers to even things out. he explained in a friendly voice, trying to gloss over the whole situation, as if there was nothing strange with the fact that he was indeed fucking some moaning chicks brain out with a cucumber. But to be honest, in this house, it wasn't such a strange event after all, and the casual way in which the girl handled the whole absurd situation implied that she was no stranger to the culture Adam was a part of. Then Adam noticed what the stray dog had done with the cucumber removing it without his permission. Sure, he hadn't told her not to, but still he thought she should be able to get that one without explicit instructions. Could she never do anything right? Was it an act of defiance, or was she just to naive to understand? No matter what, he could not let it pass. Sorry darling, I have to take care of this, just a second. he said, not really succeeding in concealing his anger when he talked to the nude stranger. Why don't you take the cam? he added, pointing towards his mobile. Oooh, where can I buy the DVD? she asked with a girlish laugh as she picked the phone up. Sophie, as Adam had started to think of her as, even though he was by no means sure that that was her actual name, was eager to fulfill the role as cameraman that Adam had cast her in. She positioned herself to get the best view, making sure to capture every second on film. Turning away from Sophie, he looked down at the pathetic little pile of bone and meat that lay at his feat, still shivering, trying to regain her breath. What the fuck do you think you are doing, twat? he snarled at her, with the friendly and flirty tone his voice had possessed seconds ago nowhere to be seen. Picking up the cucumber with his left hand and the leash with his right, he used the chain to pull her to her feet with a swift jerk. Even though he had her do a balance act on her toes like some scruffy ballet dancer, she was still considerably shorter than him, her crown at the same height as his jaw. Whatever I stuff into your filthy body, you gladly accept. he said in a preaching voice, hitting her over her left cheek with the now gooey cucumber. Because your body... He hit her again, over the right cheek this time. ...is now my property. And I do whatever I fucking want with it. A third hit struck her right cheek. Do you fucking understand? He was spitting the words out, uncontrollably spraying his saliva out into the air and down on her face. So you better come up with a good apology or I swear to god I will... He did not end the sentence he just stood there, snorting like an enraged bull about to attack, watching her with frosty, judging eyes.
Thread: Alchemyst

As the title clear states, this is a rp of alchemists. If you do not know what an alchemist is, it's an old form of science and they use a bit of magic in it was well. All alchemist must have transmutation creating and one or more elemental powers, you have add another power as well but those two are important. Example of an Alchemyst character in which I'll use if anyone wants to rp Name Ambrose Gender Unisexual Age 500 but looks 31 Powers Transmutation and Lightening
Thread: Alchemyst

i so wanna join and transmutation is changing one form or just changing the form of the elemental powers NameRose Genderfemale Age450 but looks 21 powersTransmutation and water and earth.
Thread: Inheritance (SpellBinder x Alleluia Green)

Sarah had been heartbroken the whole trip inside the car where they were taking her somewhere that she did not know. Her master had just passed on and she had truly loved him, she not only did what ever he asked but did it with a smile. He had always treated her right and gave her everything she needed. She did not think there would be any chance of her being able to follow another master as well as the one that she just lost, she did not think that any other master would be good enough to control her and bring her to heal properly. Her sliver eyes were red and puffy from crying but she had finally stopped after an hour inside the car, her waste length hair was tangled up from her not caring what was happening to her. She was in such a state of shock that she did not even fight all that much when they pulled her away and put her into the car. When they suddenly turned off the road her eyes finally wandered out of the window she saw scattered trees all around and one huge house that she did not recognize. She had never been here before and she started to shake because if her nerves. When they finally got up to the house and threw the gate, she really did not really see anything about the place there was nothing that seemed to matter to her. When the door was opened on her side and she was gently tugged out she really did not resist, she did not understand what was going on as she stood outside the car. Her almost six foot frame, her body was slightly athletic, with a nice round ass, big hips, and a good EE sized cup for her breasts. Her body was really built to be shown off to everyone that could see her and she had other surprises that would not be shown to just anyone. There was nothing for it as she was pulled up the stairs and to the door, she didn't even look up when the driver rang the door bell, or when who ever it was answered the door and then let her in to the massive building.
Thread: Inheritance (SpellBinder x Alleluia Green)

Inside the secluded, woodland mansion, Amelia Brackwell watched the car wind up the long gravel driveway. She lounged on a window seat, casually sipping a glass of wine, the red liquid wetting her equally red lips. Amelia appreciated a dramatic appearance, keeping her black hair well-curled, her skin creamy smooth, her eyes smokey and her lips red. Her nails were well manicured, and her teeth a gleaming white. In the eyes of any sensible man she was a walking beauty, an inch over six feet, with an Amazon's build and plump breasts, shapely hips, and slender legs. It was a shame, then, that she was primarily interested in women. Not that mend did not have their uses. Just recently she had broken in a male slave for a friend of hers. What an eager little boy he'd been, sucking on Amelia's nipples and practically worshiping the rod of cockmeat that hung between her firm thighs. His little ass had been so tight and warm around her dick she's enjoyed breaking him. Still, her true pleasure came from the fairer sex, which was why she was so eager for today's delivery. As the car pulled up in front of her house, she rose from her perch, setting her wine glass on one of the many mahogany round end tables dotting the downstairs. The house was expensively furnished, with lots of plush leather furniture and soft carpeting. Huge windows offered an expansive look at the woodlands surrounded the secluded house Amelia had inherited and turned into her private sex mansion. True, she only kept one slave at a time, but there were toys and chains openly displayed in almost every room, especially the basement... Amelia opened the door and smiled at the men escorting her new toy. Welcome, she said, stepping aside and allowing them into her home. For the special occasion she wore a slimming little black dress with a deep V-neck, leaving little of her figure to the imagination. I'm so glad you've arrived safely. You may chain her over here. She led the men into the living room, where a set of shackles hung down from the ceiling in the empty space between the couch and the fireplace. The two men easily maneuvered the young woman into position, lifting her arms and snapping the cuffs over her wrists. Under Amelia's advisement, matching shackles were placed on her ankles, leaving her all but helpless in a stranger's home. Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all.
Thread: Inheritance (SpellBinder x Alleluia Green)

Sarah did not register anything that had been said, as they went threw the entry way, her eyes went over all the furniture and it was plane to see that everything would be very comfortable. The windows all around the house made it so there was enough light during the day so that nothing was really needed as long as the sun was out and the curtains were open. Her eyes did not even notice the toys that were scattered all over the place, when the word chains got threw to her, she started to struggle halfheartedly, this was not her master and they had no right to be doing this to her. However she was just not into it right now she was slowly starting to pull herself back together focusing more on that then anything else. She was strong and she could get threw this sadness and she would, once they forced her hands into the cuffs that were above her head, then she struggled a little more when they were trying to get both her feet shackled as well. She really did not want to be this helpless in a new place if she had been more out of her shock she would of been able to do more. Once they were done and had finally gotten her all locked up and the men left her there, it was clear that she had been given away or sold to someone else. She was trapped now with someone she did not know nor did she care to know. when the men had finally left the room, her eyes started to wander as she hung there, then her eyes spotted what looked to be the one who wanted her. Sarah's drank in the other woman's lovely frame, she looked good and she wouldn't mind taking that body for a ride. That thought went threw the back of her head because in the front she thought there would be no point and no way that this woman could do anything for her because she needed something more than a woman could give. After her eyes finished looking over the owner of the house she did not say or react any more not noticing anything other than her lovely form, face and breasts. She gave her head a little shake when she thought of playing with that body again.