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Thread: The Barbarian Queen [Pryde and Sigr]

Tristan wondered what was going on with the huge woman, but he didn't dare to rise his face to meet her eyes, not wanting to incur in some kind of offense, so he waited. Fidgeting under scrutiny he did his best to not move, and even if he was taught to pose, he feared the mockery of the ones around, so he stood still. Looking down he watched his soiled footwear with regret, the slippers once were so cute and comfy, but now they were wasted. He didn't have much hopes for the rest of his outfit either, as it seemed that would forever reek of that aroma that permeated everything, sticking to his clothes, to his soft hairless skin. The Queen said something he didn't understand but whose meaning was clear, as the rest of her people abandoned the tent, leaving them alone. Tristan was growing bolder, but as he was about to talk, the woman made him a question. Well I-Mphfffff! his words cut short by the strength of the embrace, the voracity of the kiss. She tasted like meaty fat, laced with the sweet but disgusting smell of something rotten. He suspected that her food wouldn't be delicately spiced, but now knew that maybe wasn't even properly cooked or kept. His face was surrounded by that warm heat, her dense drool marking most of his visage. Tristan could feel every muscle as they were pressed against him, making him painfully aware of the disparity of strength. Once released, he managed to stood by himself, even if wobbly, while he recovered his breath and did his best to not clean his face with the sleeve of his clothing. Said outfit was crumpled and already stained as she had hugged him against her. Her words echoed like a thunder, the tone strangely at odds with the content. T-Thank you very much, my Queen Tristan bowed, showing a grateful smile. They may be uncouth and savage, but they knew what love meant, or so he thought.
Thread: The Barbarian Queen [Pryde and Sigr]

Good little boy, she said, ruffling his hair before she grabbed a handful of it, and pulled him, without concern for his comfort, deeper into the tent. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of burnt meat, on top of smells that really belonged in a latrine-pit. She dragged him over to her bed, which was really just a large pile of furs, before she threw him down onto it. The furs were soggy and wet, smelling of sweat and piss and cum, and it was otherwise incredibly filthy. Above him stood the immense Barbarian, with a huge, thick, throbbing cock held in her hand, directed towards him. Before you can be mine, I must mark you, she said, and within moments, a strong, yellow stream shot out of her cock, aimed right at him. The strong, acid-tasting piss soaked through his clothes and drenched him completely, from his hair to his feet. It was a part of their culture, to mark their property with urine, and the prince was now property, after all. The stream was thick and strong and powerful, dousing him like a shower. She sprayed all over him, though she spent a long time pissing right in his face. When she was done, she let out a sigh of contentment. That felt good. Didn't it feel good, my little prince? She asked, barking a laugh.
Thread: The Barbarian Queen [Pryde and Sigr]

Tristan felt proud of her acceptance, only to lament his situation a moment later. Ah! Ow! he yelped, hurrying his comparatively short legs to keep Lagah's pace, still losing a few of his blonde hairs in the venture. Feeling his world turn around, Tristan found himself in some kind of moist bedding, filled with acrid smells he didn't dare to identify, and whose only visible source could be the woman who now owned him. He wanted to mumble something about marriage, fearing the worse, wanting to keep proper etiquette, but froze livid at the sight of the massive tool shadowing him. It was way too big, there was no way such a thing could- his worries quenched by an unending stream of warm piss, drenching him head to toe. It got all over his body and clothes, although she was so insistent on showering his face that he coughed and suffocated on it, unable to avoid getting some in his gasping mouth. His clothes were now completely wasted, reeking of urine and sticking to his lean figure. His hair was flat against his head, slowly dripping pee from the tips. Tristan was baffled before the animal behavior, and almost marveled that Lagah was able to even talk their language after such a primitive show. Wanting to recover his composure, and trying to rationalize the show as a cultural oddity, Tristan nodded as an answer. Thank you he managed to say, not wanting to displease her, unable to know if he should get up from the bed or just lie in that cesspool.
Thread: Kaybee's One-Shot Plots [Currently Craving: Star Player]

RE Kaybee's One-Shot Plots Currently Seeking Nier Bump for a change in plotting
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Thread: Your best friends dad (MG x superheroine)

he large pan made a metallic clunk as it was placed, now clean, into the drying rack next to the kitchen sink. Jon surveyed the kitchen, looking around for anything that he may have missed. With the exception of the numerous Tupperware containers, each half covered and left out of the way as their freshly cooked contents dried, the kitchen was clean and tidy. Job done he thought to himself. It was only early afternoon and having finished the washing and his business' accounts earlier, he'd completed his chores for the day, leaving him free to hit the gym, work on the car and watch the fight later. He was organised and efficient, skills that he had picked up from being a single father to his daughter for well over a decade. Casey's mother had never really been cut out for motherhood, so it was less of a surprise that she left and more that it had taken her so long to leave. Jon's thoughts of the past were thankfully interrupted by heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs, followed shortly by his daughter arriving rather wearily in the kitchen. Her dark blonde hair had been hastily tied up, while her grey sweatpants and baggy blue t shirt looked like she had been lying around in them for a while Morning! she cheerily greeted her dad. Morning was about two hours ago darlin' he smiled back at her before giving her a kiss on the top of the head. Technicalities she shrugged, grabbing milk, cereal and a bowl and setting them out on the kitchen table. So are you planning on looking like that all day? Jon asked, frowning. It wasn't unlike Casey to make the most of an opportunity to get a lie in, but she wouldn't waste a day. No! Allison's coming round in a bit so we can finish off the history assignment and then we're going to Kea's for dinner and some drinks. Cool, well, don't drink too much, don't do anything I would have done at your age! What like get a total stranger pregnant? She retorted cheekily, a playful grin across her face as she looked at her dad. No pregnancies! he smiled, and let me know if you need a lift home. I assume Allison's staying here rather than at her place? Yup! Oh wait, Daddy, is it ok if Don't be cheeky! Anyway, I'm off to the gym in a bit, I'll.. He was interrupted as the doorbell sounded through the house and he nodded from Casey to the door. I assume that's for you He left her to answer to answer the door as he went upstairs to change into his training gear
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Charlene Boudreaux had always been a very modest girl. She wasn't really shy , per se, just not very...open. Yes, 'modest' was a good word for Charlene. She'd been coaxed into modeling by a friend, who insisted that Charlene's young Dolly Parton look with blonde hair, natural curves, and a tiny waist would sell big-time. She'd done some magazines and even a quaint little amateur runway show with an up-and-coming designer, but once she tried to pursue some bigger gigs, her manager told her she would never get any farther without broadening her horizons and putting what he called a pornstar body to good use--tastefully, of course. Charlene, understandably, was not enthusiastic about the idea. In fact, the most enthusiasm she showed involved throwing one of her magazines at her manager's head. He understood her hesitation, though, and gave her the phone number and address for a small but successful local studio operated by a talented female photographer. Charlene accepted the offer, under the condition that he'd also give her the number for a new manager once this particular portfolio was done, ensuring he wouldn't see the photos. The 19-year-old pulled up to the studio in her black '76 Mustang, ten minutes early for the appointment she'd scheduled on the phone. She'd dressed simply in a light blue tank top and black yoga capris--easy to take off, but casual enough so that it wasn't obvious she'd be taking them off. She took the last drag off the cigarette in her hand, then put it out in her portable ash cup and stepped out of her car. Even as she approached the door, her nerves were shot. She wondered if she should knock, or if the photographer was even there yet. She knocked on the door as firmly as her shaking hand would allow, and waited.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Natalie Dee was a 23-year-old photographer, owner of a small, but successful local studio that focused mainly on taking professional photos of young up-and-coming female models, sometimes with their clothes on, sometimes without them. Although a mildly successful model in her teenage years, her small stature and overall petite body prevented her from going much further in the industry. However, since she had gotten fond of the industry, she decided to make herself useful by working on the other side of the camera. Using the money she had made as a model, she went to the best photography school she could afford and rented the place she started her studio. Ever since then she had been taking photos for a living, usually attracting the attention of girls who didn't feel comfortable with the usual male photographers. Having finished a photoshoot a few minutes before, she was sitting down at a desk on the studio's lobby, carefully editing some of the pictures she had taken earlier that day. She wasn't particularly fond of photoshopping the girls, but some of them would occasionally ask for it. Also, it was a particularly useful tool for things like correcting the background or the lights. Distracted with her work, Natalie was taken by surprise as she heard a knock on the studio's door. She saved what she had done up until that point and stood up, taking a brief moment to adjust her black pencil skirt and the white blouse she was wearing. She then walked over to the door, the sound of her heels echoing through the mostly empty lobby, and opened it with a small pull. Good afternoon! I assume you must be Miss Boudreaux, right? she gently greeted the young blonde girl at the other side of the door Please, come in and make yourself comfortable she told her, stepping away from the door for a moment to allow her inside When you scheduled the photoshoot you didn't tell me what exactly you wanted from it, so I couldn't prepare anything in advance. However, I have several outfits for many different settings in case you haven't brought your own or doesn't have an idea of what you want yet the photographer told the girl.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Charlene smiled as the door opened, discretely giving the woman a quick once-over as she entered the studio. She found a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and looking around the room in both curiosity and an effort to avoid eye contact as the subject of her shoot came up. I actually wanted to discuss the photoshoot with you in person, if that's alright, she started, fidgeting a bit nervously. My former manager told me that I've hit a bit of a plateau in my work, and suggested I try some different styles of modeling by participating in a...n-nude shoot. She mentally kicked herself for stumbling over her words, but she was sure Miss Dee was used to models being a bit embarrassed when it came to this sort of thing. It would be exclusively for my portfolio, but if you need to expand yours as well, we could look through the photos together and come to an agreement, she added, finally looking up at the woman's face.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

The lobby was a bit of a small room, without much to be seen. On its left side, there were three comfortable chairs and on the right side a small couch. On the opposite side of the entrance door, there was a desk with a small coffee machine and a computer on top of it, where Natalie did most of her editing work. Under the desk and unseen to who was on the other side, there was a small fridge, where she kept cold drinks for her customers. and a small cabinet, where cups were kept. The phtographer sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. Quietly, she listened as Charlene talked, nodding at her every once in a while. Unlike the young model, she kept her gaze on her the entire time as she spoke, paying attention to her request. With her arms crossed below her C-cup breasts and one eyebrow raised, she watched as the girl fidgeted and stuttered when telling her what she wanted. Let me ask you something, Miss Boudreaux. Are you ok with this idea? she calmly asked, pausing and watching for the girl's reaction I have no problem whatsoever with naked photoshoots, but you don't like particularly comfortable with it. As much as I like doing my work and getting paid for it, I want to make sure this is what you truly want she told Charlene. Although gentle, she kept a serious look on her face. If you're just nervous, though, we can loosen you up a bit before we start your photoshoot she suggested, smiling at her.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Her question gave Charlene pause. Did she really want this? She'd been so afraid, but she didn't feel afraid anymore. Not with Natalie. In her younger years, Charlene had had a bit of an exhibitionist side, but never acted on it. She didn't know if it was because of her parents, or growing up in a small Louisiana town, but the urges she had had scared her, and she'd pushed them to the back of her mind. The more she thought of it, maybe that was why she'd thrown such a fit when her manager mentioned it. She didn't feel ready to explore that side, and she was afraid of becoming aroused during the shoot in a noticeable way, but she was sure that Natalie would handle it professionally and may have even dealt with it before. I'm just nervous, she finally answered, smiling shyly. Just new to all of this, but I'm fine with it, really!
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Ok, if that's the case, then let's work on loosen you up a little bit, shall we? Natalie gently told the girl before standing up from the couch where she was sitting If for any reason you'd like to stop beforehand or take pauses just let me know. You're my last client for the day, which means you will have all my time before the studio closes she said while moving to her desk. Calmly, she opened the small fridge under it and looked at the contents inside it. Unlike what some would expect, it was mostly filled with alcoholic drinks. Would you like something to drink, Miss Boudreaux? I have beer, wine, champagne and, if you're feeling adventurous and crazy, some tequila she asked while looking at the contents inside the fridge. Before the girl answered, she shifted her attention to the small counters and picked two rather average looking glass cups, setting them on top of her desk shortly after. Working alone certainly had its advantages. Was she working for someone else, she most likely would never have the opportunity of trying to loose a potential client like that. Don't worry. This is just a small courtesy to help you out a bit, I'm not trying to get you drunk the photographer playfully said Have you thought on how you'd like to do the photoshoot? We're not just gonna take off your clothes and take naked pictures of you, so coming up with a setting and some ideas could be fun. Even if you're going to be naked, it'd be better to play and toy around a bit, perhaps pick up a sexy outfit and take some photos in some daring positions, don't you think? Unless you want to work for some porn company. Then I suppose you can just strip and spread your legs Natalie continued, chuckling.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Tequila sounds fitting, Charlene half-joked, watching as Natalie got the glasses out and started discussing the photoshoot. She blushed at the mention of daring positions, giving a nervous laugh. Well, I could take a look at the outfits you have and build some kind of 'theme' or whatever around that, but I may need some guidance with the...positioning, she admitted, taking her drink eagerly when it was offered and downing half of it. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss? Do you have any suggestions, or pointers you can give me? Charlene asked, relaxing a little as she started to sip her drink at a more reasonable pace.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Easy there. This thing is strong, drink too much and there will be no photoshoot today Natalie said playfully, serving herself a small dose and drinking it all in a single shot. There was no pointing in leaving the girl drinking alone, so it was no big deal to have a bit herself as well. Plus, she enjoyed a bit of alcohol, so she wouldn't really pass the opportunity. I can help you with the positioning a bit. I used to work on the other side of the camera, so it ends up that I know a thing or two about the work she said with a smile Now, come with me and I will show you the outfits I have in the studio Natalie told Carlene before standing up once again and motioning the girl to follow her. She led the young model to a door to the left of the wall behind her desk. She opened the door, revealing a large closet, comparable to those one would find in some stores. Again, she motioned for Charlene to follow her inside. In the closet there were varied kinds of clothes. From regular and casual looking clothes to uniforms, costumes and lingeries. The further in the closet the outfits were, the skimpier they seemed to be Ok, I don't really know what's your style, but if you're looking for something simple yet sexy, I'd suggest a nice set of lingerie. Perhaps something with a corset, a garterbelt and stockings Natalie suggested, looking at the girl for a moment I'm pretty sure it should be easy to find something your size here she commented.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Charlene followed obediently as Natalie led her to the closet, and she blushed brightly at its contents. She finished off her tequila and put down her empty glass before stepping inside. About three quarters of the way toward the back of the closet, she found a lingerie set that perfectly matched what the photographer had described, in her size, all in black leather and lace. She took the hanger off the rack and held it up to reveal that this particular set had no panties. Still, it was seductive, and covered a good bit of skin aside from her most intimate area... I like this one, she decided, carrying it out of the closet and looking around for some kind of changing room. Should I just change in the closet, or...?
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Oh, leather. This is certainly quite kinky Natalie told her with a playful smirk once she had decided the outfit she was going to wear There is a proper changing room near the sets where you can change clothes a bit more comfortably she told Charlene while stepping away from the closet and walking out to the lobby again Are you sure you don't want a pair of panties or thongs to go with the set, though? she asked once outside. Giving Charlene a signal to follow her once again, she walked to a door on the other side of the lobby and opened it. This one gave space for a bigger and more spacious room, with mostly white walls and a few reflectors and cameras already positioned in the place The changing room is to your left. Feel free to change there she gently informed the model Let me ask you something before you go change, though. Would you like to make this a BDSM themed photoshoot? I've been requested it a few times in the past, so I have some equipment available for it. I even have a somewhat ready room for it, if you're willing to do it she suggested.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

I think this is fine the way it is. I shaved for this after all! Charlene said with a giggle as she followed Natalie to the room where her photos would be taken and was directed to the changing room. Natalie's suggestion made her pause, blushing as she thought it over. Sure! That sounds like it could be fun. She went into the changing room and shut the door behind her, stripping down until she wore nothing and even letting her hair down before she started to suit up. The corset lifted her breasts, and the stockings made her smooth legs appear longer. She felt strange not wearing any panties, but it was...a good strange. She felt great , and it made her all the more excited for her photoshoot. She primped her hair a bit and left the changing room, feeling a tingle in her loins from being so exposed to the pretty photographer. I'm ready whenever you are, she said, smiling brightly. What kind of 'equipment' do you have, if I may ask?
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Natalie took a good look at Charlene once she came back from the changing room. The lingerie she chose for herself certainly suited her well, enhancing further some of her attributes that already looked great by themselves. Plus, even though she tried to avoid looking so that she wouldn't make the girl uncomfortable, she truly was shaved You're looking quite hot, Miss Boudreaux. Lucky me to be able to make this photoshoot with you she complimented, biting her lower lip while still looking at her. Inside her panties, she could feel something hardening. It wasn't the first time that happened and certainly wouldn't be the last, but it she still had to be careful about it. Hmm... I have a few different kinds of whips, a paddle, collars, leashes, handcuffs, gags and blindfolds now that Natalie stopped to think about it, she had more BDSM related things than she expected. Some of them were her own, but most she actually only used for the photoshoots in the studio And I have a semi-prepared dungeon-like room, with places to hang from chains and ropes. Of course, we don't really need to use any of that and can just go ahead and have a more vanilla like photoshoot, no problem she commented, still looking at the girl's body.
Thread: [AmySorin & The Deviant] I'll Keep Your Photograph

Charlene blushed at Natalie's compliment. As she listed off her BDSM supplies, the model's face grew redder and she could feel her nipples hardening against the thin leather of the corset. Well, it sounds like some of those things would be better if I had a partner in the shoot, she half-joked, giving a halfhearted laugh. When she spoke of the dungeon with chains and ropes to hang from, Charlene swallowed hard, hiding her womanhood with her hands clasped in front of her and hoping her arousal wasn't noticeable. I-I think the dungeon would be a good setting, she decided, keeping her voice soft in an effort to hide her excitement.