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Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

She bit her lip when he stated that home was not to be seen yet. She watched him, her hands lifting to help him, it was a pathetic attempt and one he seemed to overlook. She probably could have stayed in the canoe and he wouldn't have noticed the addition of her slight weight. Her head turned toward the path he pointed out with a bob of his head. Gathering her skirts she began to move. the path was muddy, each step she took forward she was slipping back a bit. She gripped at trees and anything else to keep her upright. She was trying and hoped he could see it. With tears burning her eyes she pushed ahead, glad he'd let her go first so he couldn't see the frustration burning in her blue orbs. When the steepness fell away she breathed a sigh of relief. this was short lived as Andre passed her and pushed on toward the store. she followed him to the porch, then passed him through the door, Thank you. Her cheeks blushed red as she moved into the store, the keeper ignoring her for the moment. her wide gaze took in everything. The tins and jars that lined the shelves all around them. Being addressed her eyes met the keepers and she dipped into a curtsey, Bon jour. Her voice was soft and sweet. Her smile wide and friendly as her husband relented in telling the man who she even was. Refusing to pout or show her disapproval she maintained her smile though she worried inside. Would this man be faithful to her and show her the respect of a true wife. The thoughts were dismissed as she spied the keepers wife. The look on her face was enough to cause the girl to pull back and hide.Not that there was a place to do so. The items he called for seemed different, some were familiar and she wondered how he knew what they needed. She looked over the contents and wondered if after she was home if he would come back out for things she'd need. Following him out she let the tears fall after the doors shut. Keeping her head low she didn't notice how much darker it now was. It was a good thing in that it hid her tears from his sight, at least she hoped. He hitched the canoe once more and she followed, at least until the new path was revealed and then she moved ahead of him. The ground sloped downward and in the dark caught her off guard. Oh.. she said as she slid a bit, her hands reaching out and blindly grabbing at a branch. The willowy branch kept her upright until she stepped forward to which she slid downward on her ass and landing in the bushes. She didn't panic, in fact Jacquelyn was determined to prove her survival and remained quiet. she heard the water rushing by a few hundred yards away. Andre? She said breathlessly. Using his hand she allowed him to guide her to her feet and then pushed the mud from her backside before following him to the water's edge where he once again steadied the boat. She stepped in more assuredly this time. At least she was confident that he thought she couldn't walk on land as much as she could maintain her food aboard the smallest of vessels. She sat stoically on her side of the canoe, fingers white knuckling the sides again.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Brunet took a swallow of water from his cup and watched her tend the fire. She opened the stove door and reached in with the kindling but something spooked her and she let out a startled gasp. The tiny grey rodent shot across the floor and disappeared behind the bed. Frantically, Jacquelyn tried to recover the situation by blowing on the ashes only to create a hot cloud of suffocation. Coughing a spattering staccato, she finally calmed and reached for her tin cup on the table, a patchy grey powder on her nose, cheek and in her bangs. She was a comedy and on the inside he had a chuckle to himself even if his face revealed nothing. May I wash for bed... I'm quite dirty and tired. Bed? Brunet replied with a query of his own. What about dinner? I'm hungry, aren't you? He took another swallow of his water. The cup was half empty now. Let me see your hand. He reached out and took it in his leathery paw. Turning it over, a small welt on the back was beginning to whiten. It will be fine. You will have a blister. If it is painful in the morning you can poke it, he said. In the future just use the iron to stir the ashes, he instructed with a nod to a twisted metal rod with a blackened hook end that rested against the wall behind the stove. The corner of his mouth may have turned upward in either humour or condescension. Finishing his water, he took the whiskey bottle, lifted the seal with a pip sound and filled his cup. Put your things away and wash, and then make us dinner, he said. In the pantry, jar of rabbit meat, another jar with cabbage and carrot. Use a potato. He sipped his drink and sighed.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

His voice questioned her, hadn't she suffered enough already today. The boat rides, marriage, and now all of this. No, I'm still queasy. She said softly. His request was simple and yet she scoffed a bit. Her hand was fine and he wasn't supposed to see. Her eyes flicked over him in slight annoyance as he grasped her hand. Her eyes followed his gaze, why hadn't he mentioned it in the beginning. She took her hand back. Jacqueline nodded slightly before ladling a bit of water in a pot and setting on the stove. She let it get warm before dipping the rag in she found to wash. Moving to the bed she stripped off her dirty things. In only her panties she unpacked her bag. Making quick work, washing her legs, hands and face she donned her night gown and reached under her gown and removed her panties. Attempting to keep the blush from her cheeks she dumped her clothing into the dirty laundry basket. Her eyes stayed down. She dipped and pulled the handle on the pantry. Pulling out the items, she found a cold can of grease. On the stove she melted the grease while she cut up a bit of the cabbage and carrot, his asking of the potato had her cubing it up as well. the vegetables went into the pot, topped with the rabbit. She was attempting this. There were ingredients she'd never worked with before. Breads were her specialty. She found some of the ingredients in the pantry, but without yeast she made a unleavened bread, something flat that she cooked directly on the stove top alongside the hash like mixture. Pulling down plates she set the table before plating it up for him. The cabbage was a bit crunchy, steamed but not thoroughly cooked. The carrots were overcooked and falling apart. Another failure but perhaps it was better than what he could have done. flipping the bread she was satisfied with it's doneness. placing it on the plate she smiled. Dinner.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Brunet leaned back in his chair and slipped his suspenders off his shoulders as his wife warmed some water to scrub herself down. The liquor trickled down to warm his belly as his eyes followed her pixie frame across the room towards the bed. Transplanting her meager belongings into the box, she pulled off the dress revealing her body. She was so thin. Her underpants draped loose over her bottom. Her skin was pale. Working quickly, she wiped down her legs with the rag. What little flesh she had on her bum jiggled with the motion. She wiped from her narrow hips down to her bony knees. He sank further into his chair. She would fill out in due time, but for now he would enjoy her just the same. The fire was taking and the cabin was warming. She changed into her nightgown and he took another swallow of his drink. She moved to the stove and began to cook the meal. While she tended that he lifted each foot in turn, peeled off his socks damp from sweat and walking in mud, and tossed them into the laundry. He watched her in silence with his toes pointed towards radiance of the stove. She moved with purpose. Oddly, everything semed to go into the pot almost at once, but whether she was doing anything right would ultimately be revealed by the taste. The stove top bread was a curious initiative. Why not? He could dip it in the stew and wipe his plate when he was done. Dinner was served, just one plate for him. She stood across the table with a nervous smile. You need to eat too, he said before dipping his tin fork into the mixture and trying the first mouthful. It was a hot meal, but it was bland and the meat was on the tough side. Then he bit off a piece of the bread and chewed. Next time let the meat cook a while before adding the vegetables, he instructed. And use salt. That's what it's for. He dipped the bread into the stew and bit off another chunk. Chewing slowly and deliberately, he swallowed. The bread is good, he nodded. He refilled his cup from the whiskey bottle and sipped. The neighbors will say, 'that Brunet does not feed his wife', he remarked sharply, peering up from beneath his stern brow. Look at you. Sit. Eat, he ordered and expected her to comply.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Jacquelyn had felt his eyes on her, she blushed at the thoughts that might have been going through his head. Did he plan on taking her tonight, even if she was sick and tired? These are the things that ran through her head as she waited there for him to say something. Her large blue eyes watched him dip in and take a bite. Her smile was nervous, she honestly wished to please him. She wanted his praise. She grasped a plate and dished out a small portion for herself and added a torn piece of the bread to it as well. Her back to him as he gave her advice on her cooking. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. His instructions weren't cruel but rather helpful. In time she would learn what to do and how to much more. Thank you. Settling the plate next to her tin cup she lowered her gaze to him. She waited to see what he'd say about the bread. A soft smile slid across her lips at his praise, she knew it would taste good and it was sadly the only thing she was sure of. She jumped at the harshness of his words before sitting. Lifting her fork she took a small bite, he was right, it was bland. But she was oddly hungry and ate every bite. Saving the bread until the end. It would not be your fault if I didn't eat. My stomach is a bit upset still, She ate in silence after that, scared she'd say something wrong. When her food was finished she sat there unsure of what would happen next. Yawning softly she shivered and gazed at her husband, watching him as much as he'd watched her. Can I take your dishes and clean up... or would you rather me wait until tomorrow Andre? She asked softly, her hand moving out toward him. She wanted to ask if he'd have her tonight, if he'd be gentle and if he'd hold her close afterwards to make her feel safe and secure. All were things she needed after the horrid reality of the last few years. She was terrified things would only become worse.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

He wiped up the last bit of grease from his plate with the bread and finished eating. Can I take your dishes and clean up... or would you rather me wait until tomorrow Andre? It needs to be clean, he answered flatly. You don't want more mice to come around do you? Leaning back in his chair he finished off his second cup of whiskey and relaxed a moment before reaching down, unwrapping his boots and and peeling off his damp socks with a sigh of satisfaction. Refilling his cup he stretched his feet out towards the stove. Then his ears perked up. Someone was coming. There was a knock at the door. Qui est-ce? barked Brunet. C'est moi. Tremblay. What do you want? Brunet asked without getting up. Open up Andr. We need to talk. There is nothing to talk about. Andr, s'il vous plait. Be reasonable. Brunet's shoulders slumped in relent. Tremblay knocked again. Brunet finally rose, turned and unlatched the door, opening it a crack. What? he asked. Tremblay's eyes peered in and around Brunet's imposing frame to the interior of the shack, eventually finding Jacquelyn's form with an expression of relief, perhaps that she was still clothed. His partially toothed mouth spoke to Andr but his eyes stayed glued to Jacqelyn. Can I come in? No. Ah, you are having dinner. Pardon me, he pleaded obsequiously, still trying to peer past.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

I understand. She said softly and turned to reheat the water she'd bathed with. It seemed the easiest solution. The tub on a bench in the corner was where she placed all the dishes. Even after the knock at the door she continued gathering the dishes for washing. She heard the voice and it was of no interest to her. The toothless man, she recognized his voice. Hearing his slight grunt of exertion, she spied the man peering at her around the broadness of her husband. It made her smile, the man was unbelievable. Following them there for what, her? She shuddered at the thought of making that trek alone in the dark. She pulled the pot that needed to be washed off the stove and added a bit of soap. The scrap of fabric in her hand made quick work of the grime that clung to the dishes and plates. She made quick work of the dishes as the men talked. Jacquelyn had no doubt the conversation was about herself. She opened the window and dumped the soapy water onto the ground. She moved to the table and sat down waiting for him to be done talking so they could turn in. Rising she touched his arm, Andre, do you need water to bathe in before I slip into bed? She asked softly. Her blue eyes gazed up into his and avoided Tremblay at all cost.
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

Yikes you are weird. Don't suppose you have any plots that dont include snuff?
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

Hey, unfair, Ivory. Squisjypink's request might not be usual, but it's within the rules of BM. Surely the whole point of an erotic RP site is to try out new things you wouldn't do in RL. Me, I doubt my ability to play a convincing Domme female, but if Squishypink ever gets this going, I hope she'll let me read it as a follower, 'cos I find the idea intriguing and original. So, here's a free bump, Squishypink, and I truly hope your RP works out.
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

chill Alan, the first line was a joke. the second line... i like a really weird partner, but dont like rape and snuff, so i was asking if she had any plots that incorporated both a bit of weirdness and people didn't get off on torturing and killing people.
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

LOL, I know, Ivory11 - I just wanted an excuse to give her a bump for her originality. I would like to read your RP though, if you guys can get something together.
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

bump And for the record, the RP with Ivory11 included a bunch of spraying reptile girls and no rape or snuff whatsoever.
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

I'll just wander off now before I get hauled off to the looney bin Click to expand... Don't worry, you're not the only lunatic on this site. I'm thinking there are more crazy people like us on this blue moon. May I ask what your kinks are? Maybe we could work something out...
Thread: A particularly sick scenario

So I was searching the site and I came across an old thread of yours looking for RP revolved around a fanatic in love with a sadist, where torture and potentially death feels commonplace. Seeing as I typically do not find someone who is interested in this, but the idea doesn't bother me As I am a sadist, though not that extreme, I would be interested in crafting a tale of pain, suffering, sex and death. It is refreshing to see something different from the TeacherStudent and BrotherSister RPs I see people craving.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Here. Dawn Perkins was mourning her late husband, she found herself drinking a lot of wine to drown out the pain but it didn't seem to be working. She'd gotten pregnant young, had never married but when she met Harold Perkins that all changed. He'd stolen her heart, now he was gone leaving her all alone. She didn't worry about her son cause she knew he was good at hiding his emotions, she wasn't ready to let anyone else into her life. '' Damnit!'' Dawn muttered realizing she was out of wine, she sighed running her fingers through her hair as she threw the glass into the blazing fire she'd lit in the fire place earlier. She hadn't seen her son all day but she supposed he was in his room playing video games or catching up on his school work.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Holis Dunaway, was walking to a house of a person whom he had never meet before in his whole entire life. He was going there as a favor, why, cause he was a good person and he knew that the former owner of the house was a good man too. Not only that he knew the former owner of the house rather well. He had worked with the good man for a few years, out of college, though much younger then the man, he learned so much for him, and was grateful for everything that he had come to know during his time working. He had come for a simple reason to wish his late wife well and give her a small gift, that he had promise to give at some point in the past. Holis was tall, and strong, he had a strong look to him, but also a intelligent look, with his glasses on, he had the aura of intelligence around himself. He had short dark hair that was well kept as was everything else about the man whom was wearing a suit to meet a widow. He walked up to the door and knocked. He had never meet this woman, and honestly he was more then a bit nervous about the prospects of meeting her and finding that she was some angry old lady or something else. He stepped back and took a deep breath calming his nervous as he waited for the woman to answer.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Dawn hadn't been expecting any company, she looked around the house then shrugged. She fixed her hair, walked to the door. Opening it she looked the man over, then snapped back to reality. '' Can I help you? '' She asked as she noticed his glasses she smiled, placed a strand of hair behind her ear. Of course when her husband died she was given the house, her husband's business but she didn't really know much about what he did. She looked like she'd been drinking but she hoped that wasn't going to scare the young man that stood outside away. Giving him another glance she realized he sort of reminded her of his son he was about seventeen, she shook her head regaining her composer as she waited for the young man to introduce himself or tell her how she could help him. She was just lucky she was dressed, not in something inappropriate.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Holis looked at the young woman whom opened the door, it was the wife of the man whom had died, he could tell that, but she was far younger then he had expected to see her. He blinked surprised that she was not very old, older then him, but not by a huge margin. He could tell that the lose of her husband was hard on her. She had been drinking, he could see it in her appearance, and he could smell the alchool on her at the same time. He felt sorry for this woman, to have to go though such a horrible lose in her life, and move on. He smiled, It is a pleasure to meet you ma'am he said with a respectful tone, he wasn't nervous about the meeting it was the right thing to do, My name is Holis, I worked with your late husband, I have come to pay your respects to you, and give something back that your late husband let me barrow, he aid handing over a red book that he had, it is a book on business, the lessons in it are what your husband used to teach me, I figured it should go back to the family that it started in as it were, he said softly, he just wanted to pay respects, the book he had, for to long, it was a memory of a mentor that should belong to the family of the man not him, and thus it was right to give it back.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

'' Nice to meet you Hollis. You can call me Dawn, I appreciate you stopping by just to return this book. Harold talked highly of you but I never really listened, I'm sure he would be proud. Would you like to come in? '' Dawn asked as she smiled a little, looked through the book then stepped aside for the young man to walk in. She'd grown up in Texas so her southern accent was obvious when she wanted it to be, she could also turn it off if she wanted to but she didn't really feel like doing so right now. As she waited for him to walk in she put the book back in her husband's study, proceeded to sober up a little more with a cure her mother had given her once or twice when she was younger. It was helping but she was still drunker then a skunk.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Holis walked i n and smiled, Dawn seemed a nice woman, he smiled as he listened, and picked up on the accent, he had traveled a lot, he figured that most likelt she was from East Texas or maybe Northern Louisiana if that was wrong maybe other place around there. He watched and followed her as she put the book in her late husbands study, he found himself glad to see that it was back in the right place. Well, I am glad to finally meet you, Dawn, your late husband told me a great deal about you, but I do believe that he left out just how beautiful of a woman you happen to be, he said softly as he looked at the woman. He was sure that they were a heck of a couple, her the beauty and him the successful businessman, a power couple if he had ever seen one. Well, I would also like to offer any aid if you need anything, he said politely, not wanting to step on any toes, he figure offering aid on whatever was a good kind and right thing to do in the situation that he currently found himself in. Holis felt that the situation was something that on the surface was smooth, but he had a feeling things under the surface outside the public life were turbulent, he knew just looking at the beautiful woman, the degree which the death of her husband was effecting her, and he found it so sad that such a beautiful woman be in such a state independent form the fact she was the former wife of his mentor, which made it more a personal situation to the young man.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

'' I can't think of anything right now.'' Dawn said as she smiled, finished the remedy her mother had given her. She felt like she was going to be sick but she felt much better, the color had come back to her skin after the sobering little remedy she'd been given many years ago back when she was into the party scene. '' Would you like some coffee or water maybe? '' The blonde widow asked as she looked at the young man, motioned for him to sit down anywhere in the house. '' I don't if Harold ever told you or not.. But I do have a teenage son. Harold, I tried for another but it just never happened.'' She confessed as she waited for him to answer her question, she hoped she hadn't let to much information out of the bag. Hoping it didn't scare him off she chewed on her lower lip, sighed wishing she had something else to talk about but she really didn't, she missed her husband more then she missed her family back in Texas.
Thread: The widowed bride (Myself,Yajirobe)

Holis nodded his head, he wasn't surprised by the answer, it was nature for a person to be okay at the start, then later perhaps, he would have a call from her asking for a favor if she really did need something from him. It was common place, and i t was something that didn't really bother him at all. He smiled as he nodded his head,a nd followed her, water will do just fine, he replied as he worked his way to finding a seat, at a small table. He then heard her comment about having a son, and nodded, yes, I have heard about it, your late husband would talk a lot about him actually. So, what do you do for a living, he asked with a friendly tone to the young woman, I mean, um sorry, that might be to personal, I figure we are just strangers with a common connection after all, he said before pausing, um, what type of things do you or did you before you meet your husband like to do for fun, he asked with a curious tone, you don't have to answer if you don't want too.