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Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She stares up at him nervously until he finally releases her poney tail and lets her fall to the floor. She bites her lower lip, shaking some. She nodds a bit and looks away as she begins to clean the trash she dumped everywhere, staying on her hands and knees as she piles everything up. She slowly stands and walks past him to get the trash can. As she walks past him, he could see the hand print on her cheek. She grabs the trash can and quickly dumps all the trash on the floor into the trash can. She stays quiet as she looks around for a moment before wiping down the coffee table, cleaning everything on it and making it look nice and neat. She then begins to pick up all the pices of trash. After about an hour, she was finally finished and she walks to her room. She couldnt close the door anymore. Her room had a small bathroom in it, but no door to it. Im taking a shower, dont come in! She calls through the wall as she walks to the bathroom and begins to undress.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

The girl showed a compliant nature as she went about cleaning the room, the fury of the moment subsiding as Brian watches over her efforts. Brian began to pay less attention to the quality of her work, and more to the nubile feminine frame that tilted, turned and dipped picking up the trash and cleaning the living room. Though she had a large red print to the side of her face, he had no moral quandary concerning it, because she deserved it, simple as that. Finally when shed cleaned the room, she passes by and his eyes cant help but watch her tight little package slip by. Her body had that glistening sheen of perspiration, caused by physical exertion and the lack of adequate cooling. There was definitely an undeniable urge to just walk in and watch the little bitch take off her clothes, but instead he just yells back. No problem, I've seen better. Brain turns to the kitchen and the refrigerator to grab a beer. Looking over the kitchen he notes, that it needs the same if not more attention than the living room, but that could wait. Before plopping down on the couch, he pulls the bong out from under the end table cabinet. Putting it down on the coffee table, he flips the channels on the television looks for something to watch. He almost left it on the adult channel, but found a basketball game instead. Hearing the water of the shower, he turns to look down the hall his mind trying to visual what his daughter might look like naked. The only thing interrupting the depraved thought was hed inadvertently knocked over the bottle of beer on the table. Which he quickly grabs and rights, though a portion of it was now on the table and floor. A smirk comes across his face as he gets up walks to her room, grabs her discarded panties and top, and returns to the room where he proceeds to use them to clean up the spilled beer. The mess adequately dealt with, he just tosses the used articles of clothing on the floor. The bottle of beer done, he gets another, and returns to the game. The shower in the background comes to an end, as he begins filling the bowl of the bong with some good weed. His thoughts were, things were going to change around here.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She ignores him and gets undressed before starting the shower. She steps in and begins to shampoo her long hair before washing herself. By the time she got out, she couldnt find any clean clothes. She wraps a white damp towel around her slender form as she walks out into the living room, watching her Father pack the bong with weed. She sighs and walks into the laundry room, looking for some clean clothes. She couldnt find any. She sighs loudly and walks back into the living room. Brian, Do you know if I have any clean clothes laying around? She never called him 'dad' or Daddy', just called him by his name. She looks on the floor and sees her panties and top on the floor drentched in beer. What the hell?! She picks up her clothes. My clothes arnt for you to clean up your disgusting beer! She demands, throwing her soping wet panties in his face, hiting the bong and drentching the weed in beer before walking back to her room. She looks in her closet and pulls out some jeans a thong, a bra, and an old T-shirt. She quickly pulls on her clothes and lights up a cigarette, very annoyed with her father, like always.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Watching the game, and about to light his bong, his daughter comes tromping through the room looking for clothes. The intrusion for once wasnt so bad, as she was only clad in a single bath towel. Her insistent inquiry about the status of her clothing, was annoying, but insufficiently so, given he was getting a most acceptable view of her young body. Hey I think theyre some on the floor over there. Indicating the clothes, he just used to clean the coffee table. Brian was caught off guard by the stupidity of the girls response. He was rather proud of himself for having dealt with her impudence and insolence. However, when the wet panties hit his face, the calming sensation hed hope to achieve from a good hit was destroyed. All the anger and frustration quickly welled to the surface. The first thought was just to put a bullet in her brain and get it over with, but he knew that such an action would just jeopardize the money he was getting. So he takes a moment to calm himself, before heads to her room with a barely controlled fervor. There stood Nicole, with a cigarette in one hand and the look of some haughty bitch on her face, that just broke his control. This time her hair wasnt in a pigtail but all down, so it could dry. Again neither asking nor waiting for a protest about his entry into her room, he cross the floor and takes the cigarette from her hand. Quickly placing it in his own mouth, his other hand grabs a large wad of hair, as he begins to forcibly drag her back to the living room. What kind of a brain dead human being are you? How did you get to be this old without somebody just putting you down, to end the misery? He throws her to the floor in the living room, while he waits for her to respond he takes a long drag on her cigarette.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

As Nicole hears her father walk into her room, she turns and glares at him. She was a little surprized when he took her cigarette from her and placed it in his own mouth. Before she could say anything she felt him grip her damp hair, making her groan softly as he drags her back into the living room. As he throws her to the ground, she looks up at him very angry. Who do you think you are? She asks calmly before standing up, facing him. She only came up to his chest and had to tilt her head up to look into his dark eyes. She reaches up and pulls the cigarette away from him quickly and takes a long drag before throwing it to the carpeted floor and stomps it out, grounding it into the floor. The whole time, she kept her eyes locked on him, gaining her fight back. Oh, I owe you somthing. She smiles sweetly before raising her hand once again and slaping him roughly across the face, making his head turn with a large amount of force. She steps back, moving out of his reach as she stares at the dark red mark she made on his left cheek, smiling, very proud of herself for geting her sweet revenge on him.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian had moved from mad and pissed to almost uncontrollable rage at the audacity of the girls actions. Not that he cared about her grabbing the cigarette, over even the stinging sensation he felt from the slap, it was the very thought that the little cunt was standing up to him. Maybe at some level he should have understanding and compassion for the trauma shed endured concerning the death of her mother, but he didnt care. Just the thought that some bitch was defiant was more than enough to set him off. Why you fucking bitch , he nearly froths in anger at her insolence. Now he takes a full swing with his open hand, hoping to connect with the side of her face. The force and strength behind it meant to truly hurt, and send her spinning to her feet. You had better learn whom youre dealing with before you try that again, cunt! If she even rose or moved again he was ready to deck her with swing of his fist, now closed. The street fighter in him had come to the forefront, and he no longer made distinction between man, woman, or daughter. The only way to win a street fight was to make sure that your opponent didnt get up, without realizing they were defeated.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole screams loudly as he slaps her even harder then he did before, making her fall to her knees in front of him. She holds a hand over the cheek he hit as her eyes started watering up, shaking in pain as she looks up at him. The shock in her eyes quickly turn to anger as she glares at him. She rubs her cheek gently as she looks down, thinking for a moment. She looks back up at him, anger still in her eyes. Just because your used to slapping around stupid cum whores, doesn't mean you can lay a finger on me! I'll have the cops on your ass if you even try that again! She starts to get up, keeping her eyes glued to him. It was like a never ending war against them, one thing after another, everything worse than the last, she just wanted to turn eighteen and get as far away from him as possible.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

He at least had the girls attention now. Dont think the cops are going to save your ass bitch. You dont see them driving around here do you? They stay far away from places like this, unless absolutely necessary. The one that are on the take, ready to sell out trash like you for a few more dollars to their hidden retirement account. He just glares down at her as his large frame hovers over her, ready to lash out again. His eyes clearly filled with fury as further evidenced by the tone of his voice. I only slap my whores cause they deserve it like you. Remember bitch, your mommy was one of those cum whores, a dick sucking ass fucked slut. Shit I remember how much she loved to be roughed up, and before you knew it she was on all fours and had both of her hands on the cheeks of her ass spreading them wide as possible, asking for, no begging for cock. The words were a truth meant to hurt and deride her. He felt no compassion, as he just saw the child as another bitch to be broken, like any of his other whores. Now clean this mess up, before I really get mad.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole glares at him, her bright green eyes filling with tears as he degrades her own mother. She quickly stands and pushes him back, harder than expected. Clean your own shit up! She walks past him and walks to her room. Once she got in her room she sat on her bed and hugged a small teddy bear her Mother got her as she tries to fight off her tears, making sure he didn't see her cry. She looks back at the door and lays on her bed, rolling on her side to face the wall her bed was against. She thought about her Mother, wishing she never passed away. Her Mother was the nicest person anyone could meet, and never once did Nicole look at her as a whore. She pushes her Father's thoughts out of her head and closes her eyes, calming down as she cuddles with her stuffed animal.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian wasnt letting her get off that easy. The little bitch wasnt going to just escape and avoid what he told her to do. How many of his whore pissed and whined about one thing or another? Hed learn over the years, to just not take any shit off any of them, especially some snot nosed spoiled cunt like this kid. So he just follows her into her room, caring little for her fragile emotional state. As hes talking hes picking up the pack of cigarette on the dresser and the lighter shed used. Looking at the lighter he almost wanted to laugh and the insipid cartoon character adorning its side. So he begins to taunt her. Ahhh have I upset you? He lights a cigarette and takes a puff, as he leans against the door jamb, blocking the doorway. Didnt you know, youre sweat little mommy loved to suck cock? I bet you didnt know if I werent selling her ass, she would have been giving it away. He just smirks as he blows a cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling of the room. She told me a story once, that as a cheerleader she once made a bet with the basketball team, that if they won the next game, shed suck them all off, and you know what happened they did and she did.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She looks back at him as she hears him picking up her cigarettes and lighting one. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from falling apart. As he begins to degrade her Mother once again, she sits up and glares at him. Shut up! She demands. Once he doesn't stop, a small tear runs down her soft cheek. Daddy just stop it! She whimpers. Once she realized she called him 'daddy' she blushes and pulls herself back. She clears her throat and lays back down, her back to him. Get out of my room. She closes her eyes as she hugs her small teddy bear, trying to ignore him. She replays what she just said to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. She told herself she would never call him her dad or father out loud, but with a simple slip of the tongue and her near her breaking point, she broke everything she believed in. She pulls her pillow over her head to block out the sound of his taunting voice.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brians anger was far from quenched, and the whimpering crying meant little to him, over the years hed heard it all, the promises, the apologies, but none of it mattered, he just become inured to the tactic. Though she wasnt the first girl to call him daddy, she was the first that could use the term not mean it as a sexual connotation. So for a brief moment, he finds himself almost sympathetic to her plights, but soon that was pushed aside by his anger, and her demand. Ignoring her request to exit the room, he in fact moves further in, as he takes another drag on the cigarette. Everything in this fucking apartment is mine, including this room. You dont own shit. So Ill fucking leave it when Im good and ready. Now youre going to do as I say or else. He moves in closer as he speaks, till he is standing right next to her bed. You fucking need to grow up and learn how the world really works and whos in charge. Leaning over he attempts to grab the stuffed animal from the girl.
Thread: Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

She ignores him until he reaches for her stuffed animal. As he takes it away, she quickly turns around, siting up and slapping him roughly across the face, digging her long nails in his cheek as his head turns with a large amount of force. She then reaches for her stuffed animal with her slightly bloody fingers. She looks up at him as she holds her stuffed animal in one hand using the other to throw her pillow at him, hitting his cigarette and making the cherry fall off. She watches as the scratch she left on his face draws blood, watching as the dark blood pools to the surface. She stays quiet before she quickly gets off the bed and walks out of the room with her stuffed animal. She walks to the kitchen and takes a cupple of his beers out of the fridge and walks over to the sink, pouring them down the drain. She does this a cupple times until there was only one left. She pulls it out and opens it, taking a small sip from it to see what it tasted like. She coughs some and walks to the sink, pouring it down, the whole time, holding her stuffed animal in her left hand.
Thread: Imprisonment -- Raiden and Chokuro

How long would she be caged? Lilith was not one who liked to be caged ?? ever. She hated that she had gotten caught. She would have gotten away scot free. No one would have touched her, but no. Some damned lower demon who could barely conjure fire had to intrude and he set the alarms for everyone to know that she was there. She should have never hired others to work with her. She was a loner. She worked best when no one was there. When she could stick to the shadows, keeping unnoticed, and no one would have known. But ... No. That man not only ruined her latest hit on some hot shot good-doer, but because of her past, there was not even a trial for her to be judged on. She was caught by those annoying angels then tossed into this prison in the middle of some galaxy, different dimension, space type deal and no one was even within screaming ear shot. She had no one to pester. To torture. To make do her bidding. No one was even there to give her food. Not like she needed the nutrients, but she was fairly sure there was something that said she should be fed. A growl passed her lips as she began to pace the confined area she was within. Her slender, fingers trailed through her long locks, the black of her nails pushed through the dark turquoise of her hair, pushing the waving tress away from her beautiful face. A pair of ruby pink eyes peered out from her pale, gray-hued flesh. Striking features she had. Those deep pink eyes, blood red lips, her ashen flesh, natural dark turquoise hair, and then two black horns faced backward at the top of her head. She looked around, trying to find some sort of entertainment. A dull look to those eyes as she continued to pace. A leather corset hugged her well-endowed chest, boosting up what was naturally given to her with a bit of lace along the edges of the garment. Skin tight leather wrapped around her legs, showing the cures of her body, with stiletto boots over the pants. Lilith needed to get out of here. Not only was she caught, but she was bored. She would get out of here somehow, if it involved killing herself. Not that that was anywhere on the list, but she could fake her death. That would be easy. The difficulty would be tricking those that watched over her into thinking she was dead as well.
Thread: Imprisonment -- Raiden and Chokuro

Vayne landed in Lilith??s 10?? x 12?? cell with a loud crack as he landed practically on his ass. ??Owww I think I landed on my wallet?? He said and remained on his hands and knees, rubbing his butt before straightening up. His waist length sky blue hair fluttering out as he looked around some as he looked around, making him brush it out of his eyes. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a black vest over it and black slacks with dark brown boots. Vayne looked more like a human at this time than angel, but this prison was for angels or demons alone and humans couldn??t survive here so it was obvious he was one or the other. ??Whoa!? he jolted back, away from her in surprise and stood up with a brow raised. ??Oh well I guess I got lucky and they shoved me in a cell with another person.? He said and sat back down, starting to relax. He had a tawny skintone and she could see the toned muscles in his arms as he rubbed his wrists some. ??I hate having to live with so many prudish rules.? He sighed and looked at her. ??Sorry if I intruded into your peaceful cell-life.? Vayne said snidely with a roguish grin. He was tall, almost 6?? tall and was obviously well-built but not ripped or buff and was handsome enough in a mysterious way.
Thread: Imprisonment -- Raiden and Chokuro

Lilith stopped all her movements upon seeing someone else dropped into her cell. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at the man on the floor, a faint growl easily being heard if he would just shut up. Her arms folded over her lower torso that she held tightly. Staring at him and seeing his many movements and acting as if she cared. She did not care. Some damn angel was in her cell. Apparently those assigning cells were not the brightest. She did not care why he w as here. Some rules were meant to be broken. ??prudish rules?? whatever. Like she cared? Why the hell was he telling her anyway? Not like she gave two shits. Make damn sure that the person you are now about to be left alone with to fend for yourself will not be someone that will kill you without a second thought. A louder growl could be heard as she easily crossed the distance between them, her right foot connecting with the front of his neck and she pretty much slammed his throat against the floor beneath, pressing her heel into the flesh with a hiss to her lips. ??Give me one reason right now why I should not kill you purely for being obnoxious.? She growled, her arms still folded across her lower torso and it was apparent that the action had not taken much effort from the woman. She was a demon. Some angel like him was pathetic. Breaking rules and getting shoved in here ?? whatever. She was not a happy person. Sure, he was decently attractive, but she has definitely had better. Her foot continued to press upon his jugular, wishing to just snap it right now. Puncture him so that he bled to death. Nothing would give her greater pleasure than to kill something, and killing an angel, and on top of that one who annoyed her, would be the best treat for her boredom.
Thread: Imprisonment -- Raiden and Chokuro

??Ngh!? He grunted and put his hand on her ankle and gripped her firmly and reacted on pure instinct, most angels would try to talk their way out of it. But not a nearly fallen warrior angel, he rolled his legs up and hooked them around her hips and pushed her leg back suddenly and pulled down with his legs. Basically pulling her onto her back as he held his legs, locked around her. ??Because it??d be just what the wardens want.? He said, rubbing his neck as he held her down firmly and held her pinned for a second before releasing her and shifted to sit cross-legged and looked thoughtful about it. He understood now, they often put angels and demons together so they didn??t have to execute them later figuring they??d just kill each other. Brushing his fingers through his hair he looked around and threw a rock at the bars and watched it get electrocuted. I figured they??d do that. That shock isn??t powerful enough to kill either of us but it would certainly hurt quite a bit. Vayne thought and looked at his cell-mate, eyeing her blatantly and without any form of shame. ??Now if we can behave we might be able to figure a way out of here.? how??s that? Later they could escape and have to hide together somewhere?
Thread: UKites, unite!

Hello, it's me. But then, who else would it be? After... far too long spent lurking around on Blue Moon and it's various predecessors, I have discovered that there are very few active members, at least ones who want anything to do with me, from the United Kingdom. Or Britain. Or Ireland the whole island, even though only the top bit is really part of the thing, or Scotland, or Wales or England. Or even the Isle of Man which isn't really part of the UK either. It is a protectorate or something. Part of me wants to put another N on the end of Isle of Man. Ukites, by the by, is pronounced You-kites.
Thread: UKites, unite!

I'm formerly from the UK. O
Thread: UKites, unite!

I like football. That's close enough, right?