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Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

She wasn't able to get her teeth on him, and then he began thrusting into her. She grunted with each push into her, her entire body being forced harder into the metal table as he did so, his nails digging deep into her tender backside, and she was soon sobbing as her breasts dangled back and forth, her only awareness that of pain and of being claimed.. And then searing pain as he grabbed her thick, dark hair and jerked her head up roughly, the lamp moved to shine directly into her eyes. And he asked her again, his cock pinning her deep inside, to tell him what he wanted to know.. A part of her broke, just a little, in panic and fear and desperation and in a sobbing voice, she said, The.. The United.. S-States..
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

Oooh, the mighty U.S.A. Has taken an interest in me? Well, they should, considering my next target. he said, grinning. He kept the light shining bright into her eyes, but moved his hands from her hair to her face, keeping her eyelids open with his fingers, the thrusting still continuing. Now a few more personal questions. How old are you, what is your name, your full one, and where do you live? He asked her, wondering if she'd answer these questions too. It were fairly innocent questions up until now, but they wouldn't stay that way, not by a long shot, going further than the things that she'd have asked him would she have gotten the chance to.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

She was sobbing entirely at this point, feeling like even that small answer had betrayed everything she believed in.. She wanted to close her eyes, to try to get away mentally from this cruel abuse, but he held her eyes open, forcing the horrible light to send shafts of pain straight to her mind as he kept pushing in heartlessly, over and over, in and out of her abused tunnel, still asking questions.. Twent...twenty-seven, she gasped, Laura Louise Mitch... Mitch.. Mitchell.. Two.. 224 Thompson St.. Dan.. Danbury Connecticut, God please stop!!!
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

The man grinned when the woman answered the following questions. Even though she wouldn't think it much harm to answer these questions, he could, with this, find out who her family was, and murder them if he wanted to. God won't see you here, nor does he care for you, or would want to risk my wrath by saving you. He said. And one of your answers was wrong. He said, Your name Isn't Laura anymore, from now on you will refer to yourself as worthless, bitch, slut,or any other term or combination of terms meaning around the same, understand? He would let her feel less of a person each time he, or she herself used that term, and though she might think she could shut herself from it, she couldnt.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

She almost believed him when he said that God won't see her or care.. how could anyone be so cruel, so cold, so evil? He thrust again and again, making her grunt each time as her breath is pressed out of her, even as her body responds to the invasion, betraying her with moistness and heat, and he tells her a question was wrong! But she had been honest! He then tells her that her name from now on was bitch or slut or words like that..he asked her if she understood and she sobbed harder, wanting to do anything to make this stop, to make her body stop responding, to get to where she could pretend this had never, ever happened.. Y-yes, I understand! she screamed out as a brutal thrust filled her once again.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

The man grinned when she told her she understood. Good. he said, finally letting go of her head and turning the lamp so her eyes would get some rest. Now thank me, using third person, like everything you will say to me from now on will be in, for stopping the lamp from shining in your eyes, He wondered if she would do this too, this being a higher level than what he had made her do before. She would soon learn that pleasing him would be better for all involved, though he would hope that she soon would also find pleasure in the pain he brought her. His hands went back to her ass, the thrusting having become a rhytm now, which she might be able to adjust too.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

He said good and turned the lamp away, and her eyes burned from the light shining so brightly in them, spots swimming around her vision leaving her half-blind. He told her to thank him in third person, and she hesitated.. she didn't want to do it, knowing it would.. but she could feel him in her and her vision was at least better without the light shining in it and she was TERRIFIED that he would bring the light back if she didn't.. Sobbing, lowering her eyes in utter shame, she muttered, B--b--bitch.. bitch th-thanks you for stopping the l-lamp.. His hands gripped her rear as his thrusting became an even rhythm in and out, and she couldn't help it.. she tried to bite her lip to stop it.. but a slight moan escaped her lips and she prayed he didn't hear it.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

The man grinned when she went by his next command, and wondered how far she'd go before she would say no. Good, well done, slut. He said. His thrusting continued, and when she let out a moan, he grinned. He continued for a while longer, not saying much, wondering if she'd grow to like it more, before, finally, he came inside her, his semen spurting into her body, filling her up. He pulled out of her, and walked around the desk, standing infront of her. Tell me, how long do we have before they'll start to wonder where you'll be? He asked her, looking down at her.
Thread: Never Interview a Warlock (Alessa and cevl)

She flushed hot as he complimented her, called her a slut, and her fingers curled into fists as he continued pounding into her, push after push, her own body reacting more and more.. and before she orgasmed and totally humiliated herself, he came inside her, filling her unprotected womb with potent seed, and she screamed out again at the violation. He pulled himself out, letting a rivulet of seed drip out of her, and moved in front where she strained to look up at him. He asked her how long they had, and she couldn't take it.. she couldn't debase herself more.. and instead she spat at him. Fuck you, they'll be here any minute! Of course, her interrogations sometimes lasted hours, as her coworkers knew, but Richard couldn't possibly know that!
Thread: Newcomer looking (male, female, xeno, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, ff, fxeno, fmf I'm up for some fXeno if you want to
Thread: Newcomer looking (male, female, xeno, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, ff, fxeno, fmf well than can you start us off since you're playing the female??
Thread: Newcomer looking (male, female, xeno, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, ff, fxeno, fmf raizu kagurai said well than can you start us off since you're playing the female?? Click to expand... PM or thread?
Thread: Newcomer looking (male, female, xeno, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, ff, fxeno, fmf bump!
Thread: Newcomer looking (male, female, xeno, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, ff, fxeno, fmf Another character added Lieutenant Patricia Wilika Please reply in PMs.
Thread: Newcomer looking (female, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, male xenofem, fmf Character links Micah Brewster Ragnaroc
Thread: Newcomer looking (female, futa, group)

RE Newcomer looking mf, male xenofem, fmf bumping some new characters
Thread: Currently CLOSED - Woe To The Conquered: Barbaric Tales [MxF, Adv. Literate]

RE Woe To The Conquered Barbaric Tales MxF, Adv. Literate Hi there! I'm brand new to the forum, but have been roleplaying on forums and other mediums for at least eight years or so! I'm very much interested in taking up one of you story lines. Looking through your plot ideas I find myself particularly drawn to 'The Captive Queen', but the 'False God' plot looks equally interesting. Do you have a preference?
Thread: Currently CLOSED - Woe To The Conquered: Barbaric Tales [MxF, Adv. Literate]

RE Woe To The Conquered Barbaric Tales MxF, Adv. Literate I haven't gotten a request for either of those, so I'm open to whichever. PM me and we'll discuss it more.
Thread: Currently CLOSED - Woe To The Conquered: Barbaric Tales [MxF, Adv. Literate]

RE Woe To The Conquered Barbaric Tales MxF, Adv. Literate I would love to do the Portents of the End Times with you if you don't mind though i wish to know what type of world it would be of course
Thread: Currently CLOSED - Woe To The Conquered: Barbaric Tales [MxF, Adv. Literate]

RE Woe To The Conquered Barbaric Tales MxF, Adv. Literate My inbox is overflowing, so I am not taking any more requests for now. Thanks to everyone who replied, and I'll be sure to respond to everyone who showed interest.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

At 29 the 6 foot, 190Lb Bob Wallace was all cowboy. His wedge shaped muscular torso filled out his tee shirt and levis well, and his white hat set squarely on his sandy hair, his blue eyes shining. His guitar was slung over his shoulder as he walked the festival looking for a good jam. The sweet clear sound of a woman's voice called him to him as she sang the sad country song sweetly while the gathered musicians each played their part. He paused to listen a minute, and then unslung his guitar, and joined the jam with a blistering riff. he smiled at her in admiration as she continued the song.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

At the young age of nineteen, she was still gathering her courage to attain such a big dream. Being a professional singer. It was far out of her reach. But when it came to singing for just the fun of it. It didn't matter. Thus coming to the music festival. Just like the festival, she loved all the music of a southern bell. But also that jams of pop artists around the nation. Though her love for slower meaningful songs, had to go to country. Microphone gripped in both hands, her curvacious body gave off shy body language. Her hazel eyes shined with the passion for both the emotions in the song. And also the love for singing. Like a siren, her voice attracted onlookers and musicians alike. Flashing a smile at the crowd she still couldn't shake her shy nature. Though her round hip bopped to the slow beat of the song. Her long, curly chocolate brown hair had been tied back in a ribbon, it ran down to the small of her back, swaying with the sound of the music. Though it wouldn't be like that for long. When a faster jam came up, she would take it out. As musicians joined her little jam the crowd seemed even more interested. People must have wondered her name? Every musician there wore a sticker with their name on it. Her's in curly cursive letters read. Isabelle Evans. A small little thing, only at 130 pounds, and standing tall at 5'3. As her voice copied the emotions of what the song was meant for. Having lost love, but still searching for that right one. The sound of a loud riffing guitar made her look back over her shoulder. Still singing, her eyes laid upon a man, he was smiling at her. Reminding her of one of the real life cowboys. Flashing a sweet smile back, she found herself wanting to keep her eyes there. But as a singer, she needed to face her crowd.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

Bob finished his riff and returned to the rhythm line, as he listened to the tiny woman's impressive voice, and enjoyed the sway of her curvy figure to the music. There were lots of instrumentalists at the festival but few vocalists, and even few as attractive as she was. As they continued to play and she finished her song , he stepped up behind her, and introduced him self. That was mighty pretty singing he said. My name is Bob, Bob Wallace, would you care to join me for a drink after the set ends? He smiled broadly and tipped his hat, turning on as much country charm as he could. Mighty pretty singing. he said repeating himself for emphasis. Bob lead off the next song with a guitar solo, and nodding to her gave her a big smile as he waited for her entrance.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

As she finished her solo, she motioned the the musicians behind her. Letting the audience cheer to their pleasure. Though distracted by all the sound, she was startled by the deep voice behind her. Turning around, she found it to be the handsome cowboy with the talented guitar skills. His name suited him, she wasn't sure why, it just fit. With a sweet smile, her brown eyes shining, she answered back with a musical, alto like voice. Why thank you Sir. Unlike him, she didn't have a handsome accent to compliment her voice. But many were sure she didn't need it. Like her singing voice, her plain old voice held charm, laced with grace and poise. Isabelle Evans. She said back as she listened to his request. Blushing shyly for a second. Knowing she was much too young to drink. But at the same time, couldn't say no to this man. Nodding, she winked. Sounds like a plan. She chimed as she went back to her microphone. Giggling softly at the tip of his hat. Waiting for the lead off, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Knowing that guitar sound was him. This song was much more up beat and lifting. And her vocal chords handled the beginning well. Belting out her entrance with a voice as big as a country star themselves. Her voice had that sassy tone to it. Much like a country singer. With a smile back at him, she knew this was a two person song, and decided to turn around and sing it to the guitar player himself. Her voice was strong, but her body language was a bit shy. Especially her smile towards him.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

Bob turned to face her, and share the microphone, as his deep baritone answered her in the words of the familiar song. As she continued he harmonized. The interaction of their voices gave him a feeling of satisfaction that he seldom felt even at a music festival. It was a wonderful intimate feeling, even in such a public setting. As the song transitioned to low and slow, he looked deep into her eyes, reflecting the intimacy of the words. As the song ended, their faces close together, he couldn't resist stealing a kiss to the delight of all those watching. It was the perfect ending to the song, but that's not why he had done it. The young woman had caught his ear first, and then his eye, and was about to steal his heart. The song ended the set, and Bob on slung his guitar from his shoulder and placed it in the stand. Turning to Isabell he said how about that drink, my campsite's just short ways away. I'll bet that hair of yours is just gorgeous when you set it free. I love long hair. As they walked to his campsite he offered her his hand. Your voice tells me are not from around here. He said. But part of the country takes credit for such a beautiful voice?
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

His singing voice was what surprised her as she drew in closer. Singing with him was one of the best duets she had experienced in a long time. Hopefully she could do it again soon. Sadly their intimate little song came to an end, but not before the cowboy could steal a kiss from the aspiring young singer. At first she was just a bit shocked. Taken by surprise. But the warmth of his lips against hers, Isabelle closed her eyes. Accepting it shyly. Even if it was a bit spontaneous. Sometimes, life needed to be exciting. As they pulled away, their was the faintest hint of a rose blush on her tanner cheeks as she flt the whoops and hollers of the crowd bring her back to reality. Turning, she bowed. And motioned to her handsome duet partner with her hands. By this time, her voice needed a break. And the songbird like maiden felt herself quite compelled to follow this older cowboy. As he spoke in his deep voice, her lips quickly curled into a smile. Sweetly as she followed him. Something about this man, she felt her heart could trust him. As they walked through the festival and out to his campsite, she heard his comment about long hair. Wanting to please him sincerely, she slowly grabbed at her ribbon. Pulling it out to let her natural curls bounce against her shoulders. Better? She asked as her dainty hand was placed in his stronger, callused ones. A perfect fit. Even just meeting this charming cowboy. Looking up at him, she spoke. Remembering her home and when she left to pursue her new career and dream. Midwest actually. The suburbs of the Windy City. City life wasn't suiting me much. Even if a singer needed to preform in cities. Something about the country was much more. Inspirational.
Thread: festive times, loving times ( wolvenrogue and Kawaiichibilust)

Oh my! its lovely, he said of her hair as the pair reached his campsite. He unlocked his small travel trailer, and invited her in. As she sat at the table, he produced two glasses, and two shot glasses. What would you like ? he asked as he poured himself a beer and a shot of corn liquor. I've got beer, wine, corn liquor, and even some high class whiskey if you like, oh year and southern comfort. The trailer was small with a a full kitchen, a double bed, and a dining table, all in one room. I wasn't fancy but it was comfortable, and well stocked. The bed was made with flannel sheets and lambswool blankets, and big, soft, fluffy pillows. At the foot of the bed was a TV and DVD player. In one corner was a bathroom with a small shower. Comfortable camping. Outside was a fire ring, set with wood and ready to touch off. Laying across the bed was another fine guitar, this one a vintage Gibson.
Thread: Lessons

What is the most important lesson you have learned in your life?
Thread: Lessons

When you're camping deep in the woods and you need something to wipe with, lift up the leaf and have a look at the underside. Devils club is not your friend.
Thread: Lessons

Take chances, love at a whim, and follow your impulses as long as your brain doesn't say it's stupid. It's all the same lesson, but at this point in my life, I feel I can say it in more contexts than I ever could before. And give up on the idea that you'll die with no regrets no matter what you do, or how fulfilling your life is, there's always something to regret.
Thread: Lessons

Perhaps not much of a lesson but I'm saying this for good measures. Donate blood whenever you can.
Thread: Lessons

Wreckles said Perhaps not much of a lesson but I'm saying this for good measures. Donate blood whenever you can. Click to expand... I used to! But now, they have a question as to whether you were ever in Great Britain in the early '80s, and I was, and it's a disqualifier.
Thread: Lessons

all good things to learn and know why were you disqualified for that? 0.o
Thread: Lessons

It's a general disqualification. Prions i.e. misfolded proteins, the source of Mad Cow disease and neurological dysfunctions in humans are now known to have been present at that time, but weren't screened out of the food supply yet, so there's an infinitesimal chance anyone in England during that era was exposed. And that chance is enough to keep you from donating, apparently. That's how it was explained to me, at least.
Thread: Lessons

uh huh.... ok then lol
Thread: Lessons

Never speak ill of a person, no matter how angry you are. The walls have ears and they always find out.
Thread: Lessons

that is so true
Thread: Lessons

Take it to heart, I had to learn it the hard way, didn't end that well for either of us.
Thread: Wanting group fun roleplay

Moving this to the proper section.
Thread: Wanting group fun roleplay

bump!!!!!
Thread: Wanting group fun roleplay

bump!!!
Thread: Wanting group fun roleplay

You might wish to add a story. I'm sure many would love to if you did.
Thread: Punishment is best served hot and sticky ( Demure+ Hellsing)

Ruri paced the empty hallway somewhat anxiously, a toothpick clenched savagely between her teeth. Today was her first day at a new school, and she could already tell that this place was going to suck too. All the students seemed goody goody, and that in itself was very annoying. She reached up and ran a hand through her long black hair, dark eyes scanning her surroundings. What the hell is taking them so long to call me in? she growled to herself, hand on her curved hip. This schools uniform was so boring. It hadn't taken her long to add her own flare to it, shortening the skirt and leaving the first two buttons of the shirt unbuttoned. She had forgone the bow as well, since they were constrictive and irksome. She had plans for this place. She'd show all these dull sheep that she was the new Queen in town.
Thread: Punishment is best served hot and sticky ( Demure+ Hellsing)

Thomas smiled, he was tall at 7' 6, built like a wall. He wore a custom made red silk shirt that showed off a hint of his muscular body. A black vest and pants. On his feet were combat boots the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbow. The man's hair was white blond and brushed straight back. It was long in the back and kept in a pony tail that reached his upper back. His face was scarred but his dark blue eyes held the glow of predator. He called her name and opened his office door. However, as soon as the door closed Thomas turned his large hand squeezing her throat he spoke in her ear, Miss Ruri, welcoe to Disciplinary school, your parents gave us full rights to do anything we want to you, your ass is ours. He continued holding her but loosened his grip, holding her against the wall he spoke, Here at the Hellsing Academy we have four levels of control, first level is for the good girls, for them it's like any other school, second level is for the trouble makers, they must attend classes in their under wear with collars on, they do anything to annoy a teacher the collar is triggered and the pain is unpleasant, third level must attend classes naked except for their collars they are made to sit on their hands and knees during class and shocked if an annoyance, fourth level, well fourth level are my favorite, the hard cases like you wish you were, I get to come up with special fun for them, last one we had ended up having to wear her panties on her face ad answer to pig. He released her throat, Tell me Miss Ruri, are you going to be good, or should I start thinking of all kind of fun we are going to have together?
Thread: Punishment is best served hot and sticky ( Demure+ Hellsing)

Ruri was shocked at first, her dark eyes widened and a hint of fear flashed across her delicate features. But, as a few seconds passed, and his speech was over, she laughed. She threw her head back, pale throat exposed, as her body shook with laughter. You think you scare me? she asked suddenly, expression hardening. Without a second thought of her surroundings, she began to unbutton the rest of her shirt, reached down to pop the button on the skirt, it slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. She slid her shirt off, and dropped it on the floor with her skirt, reached down to slide her socks and shoes off, before unsnapping her bra and taking her panties off. She looked at him with a very defiant expression, and the light of the hallway exposed faded white scars across her slender body. Your Good girls are boring, and your 'hard asses' are anything but she smirked.