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Thread: Google and Tortured

Over the years Patrick had seen a few pictures of his daughter, he hadn't really cared one way or the other about her as she was growing up but he knew how much Caitlyn had wanted to keep him out of her life any way that she possibly could. As a small way to torment her as revenge for harassing him over the years for the child support she demanded for a child he hadn't wanted he would insist that she would send him some pictures every few years with the threat that if she didn't he would take her to court and sue for custody, at the time it had been a bluff but she had never dared to stand up to him. It was her word against his own when it came to the abuse, there was no record of it ever occurring and with the amount of money he had beating her in court would have been exceptionally simple. As a result his home had a few pictures of her from when she was younger in frames that sat on random spots around the apartment, they were useful for convincing different people who might be visiting him that he was a caring father who due to circumstances outside of his control didn't have any real contract with his daughter. His last promotion had occurred because he had managed to convince one of the senior partners at the firm whom he had invited over for drinks one night that he loved his daughter very much and got to see her very rarely... and he of course hadn't informed his ex about his promotion and the increased pay that came along with it because he hadn't wanted to have to send her any more money... she left him so let her live with the social status she had chosen. Finishing off his glass of scotch Patrick had just started to pour himself another when there was a loud rapping at his door, fortunately none had been spilled but the annoying interruption made his teeth grind a little bit. Rising to his feet he moved to the door, his footsteps heavy across the dark wooden floors before he yanked the door open, glaring at the young red head who was waiting by the door. You are ten minutes late. He practically barked at her, knowing that no neighbors were likely to be out and about at this point in the day to hear him. Reaching for her he gripped her by the upper arm, squeezing tightly and pulling her in without any semblance of being gentle or considerate. And there is nothing that I hate more then someone who is late... now your room is in the back through the door on the left. I want you to go there and drop off all your things... then get back out to see me in two minutes otherwise I shall be even more annoyed with you then I already happen to be.
Thread: Google and Tortured

Isla was too stunned to argue. This was far from the reunion she had been imagining on the way over here. The woman from child services who had arranged the flights had told Isla that her father was a little reticent about taking her on but that was put down to the long hours he worked as a lawyer. It hadn't occurred to Isla that he didn't want her at all. She dragged her suitcase to the room he indicated and regarded her wan face in the mirror on the wall, hot tears scalding her eyes at her dad's total lack of sympathy for her loss. Well fuck him, she wasn't going to cry. Isla smoothed the denim skirt she was wearing, along with a soft grey sweater that would only stay on one shoulder at a time. She didn't wear a bra because she didn't need one yet. Beneath the skirt was a pair of panties with a floral print and on her feet she wore warm fleece lined winter boots that came up to just below her knee. She dumped her coat and scarf on the bed. He was drinking whiskey, was he drunk? Was he an alcoholic? She knew nothing about this man and he was being so mean to her. Ten minutes late, she had just travelled interstate by herself and he was yelling at her about that? The child services lady had given Isla her number though and she had promised to call and let her know that she had arrived ok. Maybe she'd have more to tell if her last remaining relative kept this up. Isla dashed her sleeve across her face and stalked back to the lounge with eyes that were slightly red-rimmed but nevertheless dry. A lump rose in her throat as adrenaline raced through her veins. She stood before him, retreating into the sullen silence that every teenager arms themselves with when circumstances overwhelm them. For some reason that she couldn't name, she didn't meet his stern gaze.
Thread: Google and Tortured

Dominic was hardly the most patient person in the world, when he was sober he had little patience and when he was drunk it was quite a bit worse, he was hardly drunk right that moment but a few drinks in he had a great buzz going on and he didn't exactly feel like having to wait very long for his daughter to drop her gear and join him. He had quite a few plans for his daughter, she was a rather attractive young thing looking quite a bit like an incredibly young version of her mother whom Dominic had been very fond of all those years ago and of course even better she was redoubtably a virgin. Draining the remainder of the scotch in his glass with a single long swallow he grinned at the thought of how he could use her body. As he sat on the couch, setting aside the glass and preparing to pour himself another drink Dominic heard her setting her stuff away and sniffling a bit, it hardly bothered him at all, her tears little more then an annoyance to him and he wouldn't deny that he enjoyed causing pain... sadism was just a part of who he was and trying to convince him otherwise would only be met with laughter. As she left the room and moved back before him, presenting herself with dry if reddened eyes he only smirked a little bit as he looked at her, seeing that she was clearly attempting to put on a brave face but he only saw that as a challenge, he would enjoy breaking her of her rebellious spirit. With an exaggerated sigh he took a glance at his watch, seeing that she had indeed met the time limit that he had given her earlier. Glad to see that you know how to hustle when you are reminded that punctuality is important. He practically growled at her as he looked her over slowly. I am hardly used to living with a child and I think you will find that I have very little patience for tardiness and a great deal of other things... now as my daughter I expect you to dress in a modest fashion, the last thing I need is for you to come home from school carrying some local boys bastard child. Slowly he rose to his feet, steady though he had drank quite a bit and the smell was easily discerned on his breath. Now Isla I am going to keep this as simple as possible for you and the sooner you obey me the easier this will be for you... angering me is really not a good idea... I want you to strip down to your underwear for me so I can make sue that my daughter isn't dressed like a little slut.
Thread: Google and Tortured

Isla stood and stared into middle distance with her eyes lowered as her father spoke, in much the same way she would maintain outward contrition in the presence of an overbearing teacher. Her pale skin flushed at her father's mention of 'bastard children' but she kept quiet. He rose and moved close to her, clearly trying to intimidate her and establish his authority by towering over her tiny frame. 'Dad,' though it was weird to think of this stranger in those terms, exhaled noxious whiskey fumes over her as he continued, warming to his theme. Now Isla I am going to keep this as simple as possible for you and the sooner you obey me the easier this will be for you... angering me is really not a good idea... I want you to strip down to your underwear for me so I can make sue that my daughter isn't dressed like a little slut. Isla's jaw dropped and she lifted her gaze to examine his face and make sure this was some kind of joke. Only then did she register the distinctly unpaternal gleam in his eyes, a latent intent so powerful that she almost instinctively took a step backwards. Still young Isla was clueless as to what her father was getting at here. Was he a practising Catholic? Perhaps some priest had filled his head with rubbish regarding the evils of wayward girls. Her mother had long since abandoned the faith. She had no idea whether Patrick was religious or not. He stared at her expectantly and Isla strove to overcome her profound shock. She reflexively folded her arms across her chest, an action that unwittingly drew attention if one was perverted enough to be leering at her to the slight puffiness where her breasts were budding. Deciding she'd heard enough, Isla lifted her chin and regarded her father with a disapproving glare that she had inherited directly from Caitlin. In only the way a teenager can, she replied with withering contempt. Ok, time out. I don't know what kind of 'delinquent teenage daughter' pamphlet child services gave you but I'm thirteen. I don't drink - great role modelling by the way - and I've never even kissed a boy. Not that it's any of your business but the underwear I have on is exactly the same as everything else in my suitcase, so go sniff my panties if it'll make you happy. I don't know what the hell is going on here but I'm tired and you're drunk... well I really hope you're drunk. So I'm going to go hide my room like a good little emo kid and unpack my stuff. We can start this little reunion over tomorrow, if you're not too hung over. Isla was tempted to remind him that she was grieving her mother and had just been completely uprooted but she didn't want to be reduced to that, to whining like a little kid. She felt far more secure within her exoskeleton of pubescent apathy and disdain. She walked out of the lounge without waiting for the old drunk to reply and headed down the hall towards her room.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

It was past 12AM and Amanda was finding it difficult to sleep, the low but noticeable groans and moans woke her up a while back she was awake since then. Amanda looked at her young sister who was sound asleep. Amanda knew those noises were coming from the servant room behind their mansion, the girly moans were of their maid, Paula and the groans belong to their driver, Jack. Amanda and her sister grew up listening to those late night noises every time their parents were out traveling. Paula and Jack who wouldnt even talk to each other in front of Amandas parents would take the opportunity to explore each other carnally. Jack was a married man, thats why Amandas parents didnt like him getting too familiar with their maid. Things were working well for Paula and Jack, naturally, Paula, despite in late 20s, raised Amanda and her younger sister like her own daughters, no way were they going to tell on Paula. Amanda and her younger sister were not kids anymore they knew what was actually going on in their servant rooms. Amanda was 16 and her younger sister was soon going to be 15. They both knew that Paula and Jack were certainly not playing poker as Paula always put when Amanda or her younger sister asked about the noises on morning. Uncertain what to do, Amanda tried once again to sleep but she couldnt, she slowly got off her bed and walked close to her younger sister, she gently poked her young sister to wake her up. Get up. she lean and whispered.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

Natalie let out a protesting groan as she felt the gentle poking of her older sister. 'Manda... She whined sleepily, her eyes groggily opening up to see her sister peering into her face. The fifteen year old sighed as she slowly sat up. What's wrong? She asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. It was still the middle of the night, there was no light in their room. Just her sister. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders as she stretched out, and the spaghetti strap of her white tank top slid down her arm as she looked up at her sister. A strangled yawn slipped from her lips, and Natalie slowly raised a hand up to suppress it. A low moan came from somewhere in their large house, and her facial expression turned from sleepy confusion to awakened knowledge. Ah. Paula and Jack, huh? The fifteen year old asked softly as she slowly pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Poor Paula. She always waits so long for his attention. She mused softly, recalling that the only reason why they were awaken by Jack's midnight visit was because their parents had gone off on yet another exotic business venture...or something. She had stopped following their tales of where they were going next. So...what should we do until they finish their um...visit?
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

I dont know. Sighed Amanda, as she pulled up a frustrating smile across her slender pink lips. She dropped her shoulder, while looking down at Natalie Seems to be long visit. Amanda giggled as she pulled her nightgown up till her knees and climbed Natalies bed, slipping next to her. Its been like half an hour I woke up but they are still going on. She whispered as she snuggled next to her sister, pulling the blanket on both of them. Poor Paula, is Jack the only man in this world? God.he is married? She whined as she put her hand around Natalies waist and hold her tight. Lets see how long they can survive on their poker games Amanda Chuckled Paula, a Hispanic migrant and Jack an American African have been working for their parents for a long time. Paula moved to the country at 18, soon after finishing her high school. She was taking care of the pair from last 10 years the 3 girls grew together, playing around the massive but lonely mansion. Maybe thats what made Paula fall for a married man, supporting her family from thousands of miles away, alone on the country side raising girls in her tender age. She was suppose to fall short somewhere perhaps, surviving on a sandcastel dream. I dont know what to do Nat whispered Amanda, holding her younger sister in her arms.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

I don't know either. Natalie muttered as she leaned into her older sister, and nuzzled closer into her. Her face pressed into her older sister's supple chest, and she rested her cheek against it as she tried to think of something to reassure her older sister with. She knew that it upset her older sister how Paula and Jack got together. Or so, it seemed to the older of the two girls. Whenever they had their poke 'er games, Natalie rarely ever heard it. It was usually Amanda who woke her up. But it was understandable. Natalie had only been five when Paula came into their lives, and had grown use to their nannies just leaving after a few months. Amanda had been more willing to attach herself to their new servant. Perhaps it was for the best, because now it was ten years later and Paula was still here. She was sure she heard someone claim that Paula's employment was a record. They hadn't been bad children... just lonely. We could play a game? Natalie suggested finally as she nuzzled her sisters breasts and closed her eyes sleepily. She was so comfy... she didn't necessarily want to move now... Or... something. She added softly into her skin, and took a deep breath. Her sister smelled lovely.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

Amanda held her sister lovingly, her thin fingers stoking the silky long hairs, her other hand resting on Natalies hips. She wasnt sure either of what to do about the grave boredom, thats why she woke Natalie up at the first place. Well I really have no clue baby..... she whispered in her sisters year, and then took a long pause, she was thinking something and considering the implications. Come with me.... Amanda whispered as she gently pushed her sister away from her and climbed down from the bed. Lets see what this poker game is all about..... she grinned mischievously but she wasnt joking.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

Where... What? Really? Natalie asked, her brown eyes narrowing as she considered the implications. THey were going to intrude on Paula and Jake? But... Poor Paula didn't deserve to add that to the shame of sleeping with a married man. Oh but what if they catch us? Paula will be so mad! Natalie insisted. But her sister had a strong hold on her, and she slowly crawled out of bed, fixing her booty shorts and tank top as she walked out after Amanda. 'Manda, what do you think we're going to find? She asked softly.
Thread: Sandcastle Dreams { Disa & AdorableAzzy }

I already know what I am going to find...so do you She said as she almost dragged Natalie behind her, walking to the door and then finally reaching out. Amanda was walking carefully making no noise Shhhh..careful She said as she looked behind her sister. Amanda didn't care what would happen if they get caught, she was pretty sure they wouldn't. She had sneaked all around the house and no one ever noticed. You see their lights are on, so they cant see in dark She whispered to her sister as they walk close the the servant house which was few feet away from their mansion. Amanda looked around for a window which wasn't curtained entirely Here... she pointed at the window and walked close to it, pulling her sister behind her. Amanda peaked inside the window and fall back in a second giggling as she looked at Natalie Oh my god...that's a big poker game. She kept gigging at the sight she witnessed a while back, the sight of two people pleasing each others carnal desires. Jack was laying down on the bed and Paula was sitting in his lap. They both were entirely naked, Jack's big manhood was totally inside Paula and she was riding him, up and down.
Thread: I Need a Bellatrix for a Dark FxF roleplay

RE Harry Potter Roleplays Please interested in this depending what story idea's you want to play off of.
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Thread: Futanari: Exposed (Maxy x Tellmi_Moore)

Alice looked up at the short boy approaching them and gave a short, sharp laugh. She tapped Angela on the head and pointed at him, and then took Jessica and Angela with her to meet him. Oh, you want us to stop? she said, mockingly surprised. Oh, well, okay, we'll be sure to do that, she nodded. Grab him. Jessica grabbed his arms easily and pulled them up over his head while Angela grabbed both of his legs behind his knees and lifted him up. They stretched him out and held him down to the ground. Some feet away, Lydia was losing her grip, Alice didn't even need to hold her throat anymore, all she could manage were moaning, staggered breaths. On top of her, Tiffany was shouting in the throws of orgasm, her girlfriend, Susan, holding her tight and kissing her neck and throat and cheek as Tiffany's head rolled back on her neck. Out of Lydia's line of sight there was another girl working a hard metal object in her puss and three fingers in her ass. Another girl giving her occasional slaps on to her thighs, and hips. Alice had straddled Erik's torso, sitting over him on her knees. She was unzipping her skirt and pulled it off completely, exposing her vagina and thatch of bright red pubic hair. You wouldn't happen to like real girls, would you? Or just little futa freaks like her? she jerked her head in Lydia's direction. Me, I like to consider myself a dying breed - I like guys. She unfastened Erik's pants. Well, it looks like you do like real girls! she said, laughing as she stroked Erik's surprisingly large cock. Little boy, you are bigger than yourself! She lined up Erik's cock with her vag and pressed herself down over him. Oooooohh, yeah - such a big little boy! Lydia's moans had reached a fevered pitch as Tiffany continued to ride Lydia after her first orgasm, Tiffany's face contorted with pain as Susan held her, nuzzling her head and whispering encouragement and professions of love. Aaah fuck! Lydia managed as she thrashed and came, causing her captors a moment of surprising difficult holding her down. The last thing she saw as the edges of her vision began to black out was Susan rubbing Tiffany's belly, and Tiffany smiling with tears in her eyes. You did real good, Baby, real good. Lydia passed out.
Thread: Futanari: Exposed (Maxy x Tellmi_Moore)

Huh? Wha! Erik yelped as his arms were suddenly grabbed and hoisted above his head, his legs then pulled out from under him as the girls roughly forced him to the ground. The small boy squirmed somewhat pathetically, but these girls were stronger than him. One of them alone would overpower him easily, especially given their athletic nature, but three of them? No chance of him even getting loose, let alone completely free. He glanced between them, then up at Alice, the ring leader obviously. He recognised her from sports rallies that the student population had been forced to attend, but beyond that he knew little to nothing about her. Off somewhere he couldn't see he could hear the other girl moaning and losing herself, the poor girl....being forced to do things like this? He felt terrible for her....though as soon as Alice straddled him he started to feel rather sorry for himself as well. A-ah! St-stop it! Please! Erik squirmed again, whimpering as she exposed herself to him, then slowly went to start removing his rapidly hardening cock. Since the plague, men had somehow become even easier to arouse than ever before, the slightest bit of stimulation sometimes enough to rapidly cause an erection. He couldn't help grunting as his throbbing, 11 inch long erection sprang free, a good 3 inches thick, his cock head throbbing and already glistening with pre-cum that was beginning to run back down the shaft, causing it to glisten in the sun light. P-please...please don't... Despite everything, Erik was actually still a virgin. He'd never had sex before, he'd never even had a blowjob before. Despite the encouragement by the government to do so, he'd never allowed a futa to feed off him. He was just too embarassed. But then he felt Alice lining up and pressing down on him. The boy let out a loud squeak of pleasure, starting to squirm and thrash which only caused his cock to dig deeper into Alice's body. The way his cock was throbbing and pulsing his inexperience was made obvious, his body simply unable to take much in the way of stimulation. When Alice hilted herself on his cock, his eyes were wide, drool running from the sides of his mouth from the overwhelming pleasure that her tight body was providing him. Either the girl was inexperienced herself, or his was a cock far bigger than she usually took...Erik suspected the latter given the way she was acting. When the girl started moving, Erik couldn't help moaning in pleasure, though after only a few movements, his eyes closed tightly, his cock pulsing and throbbing. HNGH! His back archved and his hips instinctively thrust up to bury himself as deep as he could, before he erupted with a practical torrent of cum into Alice's body. Even for male survivors of the plague he was cumming a plentiful amount, rather more than was normal even for men now.