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Thread: Sexual Game-play (Russian Vodka & PhantomSentinel)

Caitlyn smiled in happiness and jumped on his cock with a giggle. Yay! Thanks...I've had a crush on you for some time now... she told him with a secret, not knowing he liked her too for a long time. She knew he had a big cock just judging from the bulge on his pants. I want to lose my virginity with you... she whispered as he started to remove her shirt. She kissed him back with love and removed what was left of her shirt, showing him her bra and her nice C cup breasts.
Thread: Journey of a life time [Pokemon] (Ultra Paradox x Pols voice)

Pallet town, the city in which Shino and his rival lived in. The town where the famous Ash Ketchem started his great adventure. Today was the day, their journey began.
Thread: Journey of a life time [Pokemon] (Ultra Paradox x Pols voice)

Lilly was excited that today she was going to inlay receive her first Pokmon, she couldn't wait. In fact she couldn't wait so much that she almost forgot to do her average morning routine, including changing out of her pajamas, and eating breakfast. But despite her rushed morning, she did get out the door dressed, full, and ready to go.
Thread: Journey of a life time [Pokemon] (Ultra Paradox x Pols voice)

The idea of getting his first pokemon ran through Shino's mind as he brushed his teeth. He quickly ran downstairs, changed into his normal clothes then pulled out his father's old trainer belt where he was going to hold his pokeballs. He ran out the door after saying bye to his mom and rushed out the door fast enough to find Lilly.
Thread: Journey of a life time [Pokemon] (Ultra Paradox x Pols voice)

Lilly had just barely gotten outside when Shinio stopped by her. She looked at him for a few seconds. Where are you off to today? Your parents need something today? Or are you just out and about? She asked him.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Anastasija had awoken on that warm summer's day safely in her room of her father's large villa situated on the borders of the Macedonian empire. Her father, a wealthy nobleman, had provided everything for his daughter that she could have ever wanted. She had the most extravagant clothes, furniture and more servants than she could have ever needed. She was the jewel in her parents' eyes and they ensured that she knew that every day. However, as spoiled as she was, Anastasija still maintained an air of kindness. She loved her family more than words could express and she also loved the people who lived in the city. She ventured out almost everyday to meet and speak with them. However those days were soon to end. Her father had decided that she would be wed within the month to another leader of a nearby city. She would be leaving her entire life behind to be betrothed to a man she had never met. Though Ana was not opposed to the match, understanding that it would solidify the relationship between the two cities, she feared leaving everything she had known for her entire life. This day, after she had awoken and her maids had helped her dress in a pale yellow dress that was made of the finest linen and flowed over the lines of her body perfectly, her hair was done. The top of her naturally curly, brown locks were pulled up over her and fastened to the back of her head by a shining silver clip. Then, delicate gold chains were imbedded into her hair, flowing out from the clip before running over the top of her head and a single citrine gemstone hung down slightly onto her forehead. Leather sandals were fastened to her feet by another maid. Anastasija thanked the women and dismissed them when they were finished. The maids all bowed and left the room, leaving Ana to herself for the time being. It was only a few moments that she was alone in her room before Ana decided to go out and spend some time in the elaborate villa gardens. She walked out into the warm sunshine streaming down and took up a place seated at the edge of a large, tropical flower that had just bloomed the day before. She took hold of the delicate bud and smelled it, reveling in the sweet smell of summer, closing her eyes and imagining her life married to a noble in another city. It was all so exciting!
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The Macedonian Empire had grown and grown, expanding out over the Mediterranean, none had achieved the wealth, the power, the culture prominence of this country and its people. Alexander the Great had pushed it boundaries as never before, but he like so many after him had pasted on, and there was something even more powerful growing in the west and expanding, the Republic of Rome. It started with skirmishes and truly did nothing to diminish the Empire, any nothing but minor territory was lost. Yet, one war was followed by another, and Rome began to win, taking greater and greater control of areas once belonging to the Empire. In between these war, peace reigned and the lands were prosperous. Unbeknownst to Anastatija or her family, Rome was once again on the move, its legions advancing to solve what it considered the Macedonian problem. Roman Legions had already landed moving to control key roads, ports, passes and building moving with the precision and deadliness that made them feared the world around. Even now a messenger was running to her home to give warning, to tell of the chaos that was happening. Her family like so many others supported a free and powerful Macedonia and not some weak and meaningless vassal state that Rome so often created in its wake. Unfortunately Rome knew exactly how to impose its will on those that failed to see its way, its legions and their gladii were an efficient and effective means to an end. Trained, organized, and equipped there were few that could equal them. Anastasija just happened by fate to be in the wrong geographical place, at the wrong time. Their spies had already noted who in the populous worked against them, who would be open to supporting them and who would oppose them. Some would see their lives end, others would be chained, while those that accepted them would find their lives basically untouched. The ruthless application of power had worked again and again over the centuries as the wealth and power of Rome grew. Sounds, very unfamiliar could be heard below, making known the first signs that the soldiers of Rome had arrived at this once peaceful community. Screams, yelling, horns, trumpets, things werent normal. Smoke was already rising from the local barracks, as the Romans had put it to the torch with the defenders still in it. Groups of soldiers were already splitting up, heading to the governors house, and others who would oppose them. They knew the quickest way to win, was to cut the head that ruled, and that which might take its place. Rome would put those in power it knew would do as they were told.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The Romans employed an experienced army that was hardened and trained on the battlefield. Even as some of the residents of this community prepared to defend others simply moved to stay out of the way, one ruler was equal to another. Most fell quickly to the men of the Roman legions, but some put up a fight, a few Romans fell, but the blood being spilled was far more from those of this land. There was no honor or fairness in how the Roman fought it was about winning and conquest. If a man barred his home, to protect him and his family, the Romans simply burned it down. The skills they learned from past battles were used without mercy. As they moved, they killed, murdered, maimed and enslaved. Fathers were killed, their wives and children taken, those that didn't fight were ignored. To keep word of their invasion from spreading theyd moved first to secure the roads and accesses to the community, in a few places discreetly hiding in nearby trees or around corners so their presence would not be seen or known. Some of the outlying villas had enough warning to close their gates and arm their staff. This didnt concern the Centurion Crassus as he moved his men from one villa to the next bring a concentration of force sufficient to dispose of any defenders. Various tactics were used, from a log to beat down any barricades, to ladders to climb walls. Bowmen kept the heads of the defenders down, while his force went about systemically breaking the defenses of the various villas. Several villas were ignored as they held families that had already secretly pledge loyalty and support to Rome, or were considered to be in opposition to the present rulers of the land. Though vicious and merciless, the Romans werent stupid, and had done this before, and new how to go about it for maximum effectiveness. The soldiers had spread out, around town, trying to pick up stragglers, not only because of the damage they can do, by warning others, but they often took the most valuable of loot as they fled. Four such men, waited in a corpse of trees. They had already tied and gagged two others fleeing down this way, now there was the sound of a horse coming. Smiling at one another, they drew their swords, while two hefted their bows, and came to stand in front of the oncoming horse. Theyd pick a good ambush spot, for it left little room for escape, and slowed down any one riding. If the person tried to go past, they were ready to kill the horse if necessary. Halt!
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Once outside the walls of the villa, Ana kicked her horse into a gallop as she sped away from her home as fire liked at the stone walls. The horse kicked up a cloud of dust from the dirt road leading away from the city and out into the countryside, dotted with various farms with the occasional villa. She would seek out one of those villas and request shelter. Surely once they knew who she was and what was happening, they would allow her rest safely within their walls. However, her plan was quickly dashed as mere moments after escaping the city, four men emerged into the road, wearing the red and gold armour and cloaks of the Romans who had just ransacked her city. Two had their swords drawn, the other two had arrows loaded into bows and were pointing them towards her. Immediately, Ana pulled back on the reins of her horse, her head turned frantically as her eyes searched the areas next to the road for an escape route. There were no obvious ones as the trees were cleared for miles on either side to make room for farmland to feed the people. She turned back to the men and pulled back on the reins harder as she approached, pulling the horse to a walk before she turned it to the side, her head glaring at each and every one of the men. Summoning her anger and as much inner strength as she could, Ana straightened on the horse and spoke in her most commanding voice. Let me pass! I have nothing of value!
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

None may pass! The soldier stepped forward, one taking a hold of the reins, right at the horses head, just in case she changed her mind and decided to try to escape. The woman showed her affront at being stopped, by demanding that she should pass, and that their intent was to rob her. The soldier that took a hold of the reigns seemed to be the one in command, as he answered her as if she was nothing more than a commoner. Now dismount! If you dont I will yank you from the horse. The man looked to be in his early thirties, his face pot marked and dark, his eye light blue stared out from his helm at her. The tone he took spoke to a person used to his orders being followed. No respect was shown, as he meant to take command of the situation, and thus her. He didnt contest about valuables, as his men would later search her and the horse for such, a soldier pay was not the greatest. And I wouldnt want to hurt a pretty thing like you. So why dont you come on down, nice like. No need to have her screaming or letting others know that they were here. His orders were to capture all those fleeing and return them to the town, others would decide their fate. He was just a soldier following orders, and this one had nice clothes on, so she might be important.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana was a little taken aback at the demands offered up by one of the soldiers. She was not used to being refused and her horse whinnied lightly as he took a few steps forward. The Macedonian's body stiffened slightly atop the mare and she pulled back on the reins, laying one hand on the horses flank trying to calm the animal. Then he demanded that she dismount from the animal. Immediately Ana's survival instincts kicked in and she pulled back on the reins, kicking the horse in a feeble attempt at escape. One that was too late as the soldier had a grip on the reins right at the horses mouth, holding the horse still and thus trapping Ana within the clutches of the soldier. Desperate for any help, Ana remained atop the horse, the only means of protection she had at that moment. She had no armour, no shield, no weapon. She was helpless in the situation and she had to think fast. So she did the only thing she could think of. Opening her mouth, she let out the loudest, blood curdling scream she could muster. A scream that told whoever was listening that a woman was in trouble. If any of her countrymen were hiding or fighting at that moment, perhaps they would hear her and come to her rescue. It was a long shot, but Ana knew she had to try, the other option far more terrifying.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The young woman did the predicable thing and tried to kick the horse to get it moving, realizing her predicament. Castor held the reigns tightly to keep his prisoner from escaping. He rolled his eyes as the girl opened her mouth and screamed a rather unfortunate development, but not entirely an unexpected one. Hopefully her scream would mingle with others, and not warn anyone else coming on this way. Still an immediate response was needed, and he reached up with his free hand grabbed her and yanked hard, attempting to completely unseat her from the horse. The other men held there weapons ready as their leader dealt with the uncooperative woman. As soon as she was on the ground, the other soldier with the drawn gladius was ready to take control of the horse, to free up his commander to deal with the unobliging woman. Maybe I didnt make myself clear! The tone was of an unhappy yet controlled man. If she continued once on the ground he was more than ready to backhand her so she realized that disobedience was not acceptable. Now you will shut up, or suffer the consequences.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana's screams of fear and pain was quickly replaced with a squeal of surprise as the soldier took hold of her arm and yanked it down, pulling her off balance and then completely off the back of her horse. She fell off her feet on the ground, held up only by her arm as he pulled her up against him. Ana tried to keep her face angry and not show the fear that began crawling through her at that very moment. She continued struggling once on the ground, her hands and legs flailing and kicking blindly. However, her struggles were abruptly stopped with a hard backhand right across her face, planted on her right cheek. The pain was so abrupt that Ana stopped struggling. Her face showed surprise and shock at first before the burning sensation overcame her cheek as the slap left a red hand print on her cheek. Tears came to her eyes as she raised her free hand to touch the pained flesh of her cheek. Ana's eyes after his threat of consequences for not listening, Ana's face showed all the fear that had been coursing through her body, her hand still rubbing the red flesh of her cheek, terrified to learn what other consequences would be. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she began pleading. Please, she begged, Please let me go. I won't tell anyone anything.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

At least the screaming had stopped, as Castor handed off the horse to one of his men. The young thing was already pleading, begging for her freedom. Castor could have backhanded her again, but she was a nice looking thing, and he didnt know if she was important or not. The way she was dressed and held herself, spoke to the fact she was probably not a commoner. If she was a peasant or farms daughter he wouldnt have had a problem, he just didnt want to piss off the powers to be, plus something that nice looking was important to somebody, not a mere soldier like him. So he was going to error on the side of caution, and be careful with her, and if he and his men needed a little fun, they'd fine an unimportant local girl to keep them warm Now shut up! Roll over on your stomach, hands behind your back. He said with a ferocity, as he prepared to bind her. If she didnt respond, or continued her rambling, he would hit her again, or shove a foot into her back. He didnt have time to waste, and he wouldnt be doing any permanent damage, but he needed to gain control of this situation. When she did as instructed he would bind the girl, and his men would keep lookout, making sure no one else was trying to come this way or trying to sneak by. We can't have you or anyone else wandering off. Now be a good girl and stay quiet, or I will have your gagged, do we understand each other? The statement wasn't cruel, just a matter of fact, as Castor had no animosity towards her, just a job to do, nor did he have a problem doing whatever it took either. In the end he was a Roman, and Rome was all that mattered.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Anas chest rose and fell quickly as her breath came in short spurts from the fear. She was scared and it showed despite her head being held high and her voice loud and decisive. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as he demanded she lie down on the ground on her stomach to be bound. She shook her head slowly, rambling, pleading with the man not to do this. To let her go. But her voice fell on deaf ears and his strong hand found her face once again, hitting her again. Stumbling to the ground, she was forced down onto her stomach, her face nearly shoved straight into the dirt. However, the slap had sent her neck snapping to the side which saved her a mouthful of soil from the road. Her tears continued, dripping onto the road as he pulled her hands behind her back, binding them with a rough rope before doing the same to her ankles. Her tears turned to sobs as he told her to be a good girl so she wouldnt be gagged. Raising her head from the ground, Anas sobs rang out as her tears continued to run down her cheeks leaving dark stains on her dirt streaked face before dripping from her jaw to the ground, darkening the earth beneath her. Her begging, however didnt stop but continued in hushed tones. Please, I beg of you, was all she rambled as she was helpless lying on her stomach, her wrists and ankles preventing any movement.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The girls begging was useless there was no way he was going to get the wrath of his commander by breaking with orders. She was nice looking, but there was plenty of pussy to play with here, and he didnt need the whip or some other bullshit coming down on him. With her arms tied behind her, and bound with skill, he grabs her upper arm, and begins pulling her along deeper into the grove of trees out of sight from the pathway. Half drags her as he went, for he had to return quickly because they had the road to still watch. Move, walk or drag doesnt matter to me. One of the men brought along the horse which would be tied off also deeper in the grove. In a small clearing a ways back in the group of trees was another Roman soldier standing guard over a small group of prisoners. All of them tied with their arms behind their backs, but so too at their ankles. Castor half shoved, half tossed her to a spot with the others on the ground. Now sit down, dont say a thing. Reaching into a pack he drew out some rope for which to tie her about the ankles, to limit her potential to escape. The others there looked like a family, with a father, his wife, older daughter and younger son. The father had blood on his dripping from his head, clearly hit there by something the others just looked on wild eyed. From their attire, Ana would guess they were possibly farmers or trades people. The family all look scared and distraught, as they sat there in the dirty, not knowing their future. Smoke could be seen in the distance rising, as fires continued to burn in town.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Anas yelped in pain as the mans hand wrapped tightly around her upper arm, pulling her up to her feet roughly. Not giving her enough time to recover and get her balance, he then began pulling her off the road, into a small grove of olive trees. Anas eyes were wide with fear as she watched the road disappear from her view. She needed the road for potential rescuers to see that she was being held captive. However, him dragging her and her losing her balance over an overgrown root brought her attention tumbling back down to her current predicament. However, no more tears came from her eyes as she was dragged into the clearing before being tossed onto the ground. Without her hands to break her fall, she fell backwards from his shove, landing square on her back right next to four other people. She struggled to push herself up to a sitting position as the man pulled another rope from his pack, before wrapping it expertly around and between her ankles, securing them together and effectively taking away her ability to run. Her eyes wild, Ana looked to the rope and then to the others before she began searching the trees for a miracle, a blade of some sort to get free. The other four people looked terrified, completely distraught and scared for their lives. Their predicament as well as her own tugged at Ana as her father had taught her. She was here to be a comfort to these people as any good wife of a leader should, reassure them that help was on the way and calm their fears. No doubt, she would be the one the entire city was looking for so if she was saved, they would be too. So once her feet were tied, she leaned into them as the black smoke from the fires within her home and around the city her father governed billowed into the air. Do not be afraid, she whispered softly, her voice calm albeit with a tiny tremble to it, Someone will come for us, I am sure of it.