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Thread: A family that stays together. (Futa Fanatic, and Malin)

ad some issues at home myself..been in a sort of depression, lost the urge to get online and reply toa yone much..but things have gotten better here, have a job so I'm back on track now Kim shivered more as the man touched her, letting his hands slide down her body, intent on feeling up every inch of her. She welcomed it though, loving how he teased her, fondled her and more, letting her enjoy his rough, loving hands. Though when he rubbed her hot slit with his hands and even his cock, Kim gasped sharply, whining a bit as her body squirmed beneath him.Mmmmm And yet..you're the one teasing me, denying me and yourself what we both want you dirty old man.. She watched as her son caressed her and looked at her, admiring the sexy older figure she had. She took pride in her looks, glad to see her husband, her brother in law and even her own son lusted after it so much and more. But when he brought the spoon onto her ass, Victoria gasped sharply with a whine, feeling the stinging sensation wash over her body.Expecting him t take her pussy, Victoria's eyes widened when he plunged into her ass, her insides gripping him tightly, ensuring a tight fit as he hole sucked him in.O-Oh!! Oh god my ass baby!! Emily smiled with a soft blush, sitting on his lap as gestured, the girl leaning into him with a soft, relaxed sigh.She waited a moment or two before letting him move her, the girl still a bit unsure about this, knowing that his huge cock would split her open. But when he warned of the pain it didn't help, only when he assured her he was there did it feel better.I-I think I'm ready daddy..She assured him with a weak, loving smile.
Thread: A family that stays together. (Futa Fanatic, and Malin)

So very sorry, i lost connection with the internet for almost two weeks, during which i couldn't really post only view stuff on my phone Terry laughed as Kim tried to provoke him into giving her what she wanted. Even though it was what he desperately wanted as well he always enjoyed watching her squirm a little before he gave it too her. Her whines gave him some enjoyment as he watched her squirm slightly underneath him. Well what if I said that you needed to take it? I mean what's the point if I always give you what you want right off the bat? He said with a small smile his hand reaching down and pinching her breast for a moment twisting her nipple just to add a little more torture to her waiting. Kyle leaned against his Mothers back enjoying her ass as he thrusted hard against her. Each motion sending his cock further into her ass. He knew it was exactly what his mother hadn't been expecting, and that was more or less the reason why he had done it. His hands reached through her legs, spreading her pussy as he fucked her ass, and taking the handle of the wooden spoon, he pressed it against her pussy. Teasing her entrance with the hard wood. I could play with this as well, would you like that mommy? Mark leaned back for a moment as Emily sat on his lap. His fingers moved between her legs checking her pussy for a moment and seeing just how wet she was with anticipation. leaning back he pressed his cock up against her pussy. and then slowly lowered her down on top of it. His penis at first slowly taking him in, though he felt all the resistance of a virgin. He breathed heavily for a moment his hands on her hips before he finally pushed her down all the way forcing her to sit all the way down on his cock. There was a thrill to taking his daughters virginity, it was exciting and pleasureful, but at the same time painful due to how tight it was inside of her. His hands stayed on her hips, and he didn't move her any further then that. When your ready, move your hips up and down ontop of daddies cock.
Thread: A family that stays together. (Futa Fanatic, and Malin)

She smirked a bit when he told her to take it, the woman licking her lips in hunger, squirming under him still as he pinched her breasts and even twisted them, making her whine louder. He knew just how to tease her, just what words to say that could set her off in a lustful passion. Terry definitely knew how to make Kim crave this and seemed to enjoy it most with her. So with a grin she pushed him of her by rolling, herself now sitting on him, straddling his waist.Mmm then tell me..Tell me how much you have missed my tight pussy around you. Or maybe the feeling of your cock exploding inside me hmm? tell me how much you crave my young body. Victoria moaned loud and hard as he violated her ass, her breath weaker when she felt him tease her pussy with the wooden object, her breath shaky. Her voice wasn't any better as she spoke with a smile.Y-Yes please..Pay with mommy, use her however you need baby please..You've been such a good boy and deserve..to do whatever you want with Mommy.she assured her, grinding her ass into him and the spoon, showing him her eagerness. Emily bit her lip, breathing slow and deep as Mark teased her by rubbing his cock against her slick virgin hole. When she felt the first inch or two open her up, Emily gasped a it, biting her lip as she opened her legs a bit more. But that gasp jumped into a soft whimpering cry as he pulled her down hard, piercing through her hymen and balls deep into her, pressing hard on her cervix. She took in a whining breath, leaning into him as she tried to ignore the pain, to show her father she could handle it. It only took a moment or two for the pain to fade as she turned her head and kissed her father.Mmm I-I think..I'm ready Daddy.. She assured him as she began to move her hips up and down on his cock, moaning weakly in return.
Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

The man scrubs a hand through his hair as she talks, turning his gaze to her, finally lifting his eyes to hers. Different now, than they once were. Where there should be white, pitch-black, and the irises an almost luminous silver tone. The mark of his... bond. His slavery, he used to call it. His shame, his position, his existence as a bondite. He drinks heavily from the skin, opting not to speak for several moments, and, after a moment, takes the ruined shirt, douses it in a bit of the wine, and then swipes it across the wound, hissing as the alcohol disinfects it to a degree. The morale drop would be controlled, mistress, if we went about it in the right way. We do not leave them here, but lead them to the port. Announce to them, explain, once it is time, and... have a lottery, perhaps. Rather than taking the most loyal or the most decorated as an honor guard, take random individuals. Leave the officers to keep order, perhaps. Obviously, we should wait for the more wounded to be healed, but once they are... it would be best for us to go. Scalla may not care for us, but we need to mind the king, madman that he is. We already have remnants of armies looking for our heads, we do not need a third of the continent hunting our blood under his command, as well. he says, waving a hand, and swearing when she starts cleaning the wound again. And besides that, mistress... my eyes, my scars, my bearing mark me for who and what I am. I would live for a time, but you would not. I would feel that, and I think it would drive me mad. Nor would I abandon you to your fate at that man's hands, either. I am yours to my death, mistress. Not a moment before. he says calmly, meeting her eyes now, his unnatural ones focused on her face. Randolph and the other commanders are capable. They can keep order, and the men would likely be here a month or less without us. And in the event the king is mad? It would be... better to not bring the 'traitors' as he might brand them, with us. Better to give them a chance, mistress. he says, sounding tired. The Scalla cannot be escaped, but the king can be. The men would have a chance, that way. he admits, once more rubbing the weariness from his eyes with his uninjured arm.
Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

I... She wanted to hit him. Instead, she put slightly more pressure on his wound and kept her curses to herself trying to remain calm. You speak wisdom my friend, for our men at least, blotting away the last of the blood she got to her feet slowly, thankful for his arm to pull herself up. The order can be given for every man to enter his name into the lottery at dawn. The first fifty drawn will accompany us to Brittach--assuming they are in good enough health--Randolph will hold them here for as long as he can over the winter. Should the king find us in his favor, I may be able to persuade him to send supplies and aid shortly after our arrival in the capitol and get them home to their wives no later than mid-spring. If the madman wants our blood--at least we did not march them all into the lion's mouth. Taking the skin from him she took a long drink of wine, still thinking. A moment passed in silence before a small humorless smile touched her lips. What loyal servants are we. It was a joke. Though no laughter escaped from her. Can this life of ours ever be remedied? Or will I always fear vengeance-fueled knives at my throat and arrows raining from the sky? Sleep brings little relief anymore. Certainly I should be feeling joy right now instead of this...hollow...that fills with weariness and dread at the thought of seeing that fat pompous ass of a king and his childish cruelty waving our lives in his fists. There it was. Rage. It started in her chest and filled her with heat as she continued, I swear upon all of the Gods I will not allow him to toy with us any longer. We should be more than pieces on some game board. Her fists were clenched angrily as her jaw clenched shut.
Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

Warily, the bondite listens to his mage, hearing her words, and muttering a quiet imprecation as she squeezes his wound harder. He leaves himself undressed for the moment, watching her small smile, and then lets out a sigh. So long as I live, nothing will touch you, mistress. I swear that to you, as I have for seven years past. he says, bowing his head again. You know I would give my life for yours. he admits. The king deserves little loyalty but to his orders. And eventually, I believe, we can have rest. The man is old, and may easily pass to age soon. And those who would strike at us are poor and stranded. In the capitol, we will be mostly safe. You need not fear the knife, my lady, nor even the arrow. I can protect you from those. he says, sliding to his knees on the floor before her, head bowed. I will always follow your lead, no matter where it takes us. His madness will be his own downfall, and we will outlive it. His machinations will fall at his death, and his heir will be likely more reasonable than he is. he says, slowly rising, and, hesitantly, reaching out and touching her face. Mistress. Forgive this, but... do not fret over him. If you wish it... I will do what needs to be done, when we reach his throne room. His guards will likely not try to stop me. he says, eyes downcast again as he withdraws his hand. My life would be forfeit, but yours, you would be free to leave, mistress. I was a criminal, after all, before I came to your... service. he admits, all but spitting out the words. You could easily find another to bond. I am told, by those at the temple, that the bond can be easily shifted to another, once one has been formed. he says, though whether that was truth or misinformation, he is uncertain. I am already, and have been for all my life, a piece on a board. The only difference is that I choose to serve your will, over his.
Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

Are you thick Black or do you just lack the brains that the gods gave an ass? Jaemie spat, hissing the last word. I would sooner see the death of every single one of our men before witnessing yours. This has nothing to do with the bond. I chose you that day because I felt that you did not fear me, that alone is a luxury I will never ever find again. In essence you lout you are not replaceable and quit thinking you are! This king will be dealt with, and swiftly, though I would not be so quick to murder him. As of yet the only thing we can be sure that would do is kill us. She touched his hand and met his eyes, And should he need to be disposed of I will do it. Though... She chuckled shaking her head. That would cause more war and death than anything we have done yet. From what I hear he has yet to produce an heir. Litters of bastards, but nothing from his high borne wife. Granted, he has legitimized a few of his daughters, but they grow old now with their children being little more than children. She helped him to his feet and clasped his shoulder, My friend. We worry over tapestry not yet weaved. A good night's rest is the medicine we need right now. At dawn we shall conduct a lottery and heal some of those who need it most. I will talk to Randolph, then by the end of the week we should be able to ride out to Brettach with relative haste. If we are lucky and the winds are good, we should be at the Kings Court by the end of the next month. The more we panic over these matters the more likely they are to occur. Plus, it is paramount that the men realize they are heroes. So calm your mind, please, and join in with the revelry that is bound to occur when they find out the news tomorrow.
Thread: Godless (RaidenTheRipper & Chariot)

The man visibly flinches back from Jaemie as she speaks, ebon eyes going somewhat wide at her vehemence. I... yes, mistress. he says quietly, once more turning his eyes aside. Even despite her words, her concern, her confidance in him... he cannot bring himself to use her name. I did not realize you felt so. he admits, forcing himself to meet her gaze, though it wavers, not in fear, but in outright dread, not of her striking him down, killing him... but of disappointing her. Of giving her cause to doubt his loyalty, his usefulness, his willingness to sacrifice everything and anything for her. If an old courtier might offer his opinion... there are nobles aplenty, and... I have some knowledge of the politics of his court. His cousins were plentiful, a decade ago, and there are certainly enough men willing to take the throne. There will likely be factionalism within the court... but few of the nobles deigned to take the field, and those that did, I hear died quickly. he admits. There's little chance of the armies participating in a civil war at home, with the combat they've already seen. he muses, letting her help him to his feet, and somewhat flinching again as she clasps his shoulder. The familiarity is... refreshing. Not a surprise, as it might be, but startling to recieve, when he has always attempted to do what he can to keep her reputation as a strong, aloof commander intact. I leave the matter of Randolph and the organization to your capable hands, mistress. he says, pulling himself upright completely, back ramrod straight once more. And I will do my best to... keep in mind your words. I have assumed myself a tool, mistress, and comported myself in such a way. I did not expect aught more than kindness from you, and even in seven years, I have had difficulties understanding you. he admits. A sad truth, that I have misjudged you for near a decade, but it is the truth, and I apologize for it, mistress, and will do my best to calm myself and join in the revelry of the coming days.
Thread: Her Nightmare[DeRe x Alexisunderwood]

Avril was tired. When one had to go through a tour and just arrived back home, one would probably feel such. She had been on your for three months and come home to do the final concert before planning to take a nice break of a month or so to get herself together again. Sure she loved performing the concerts, but who wouldn't get tired with such a life? She walked backstage to her dressing room, her face feeling rather unpleasant underneath the makeup. She removed it with a wipe, careful to get it all before going to change into clothing she could leave in comfortable. In the end she was walking out of her dressing room in jeans, a simple shirt, her hat, shoes, and bag in hand. She made sure she wore sunglasses as she exited the back of the venue, waving bye to her manager. If she were caught without sunglasses, things could get bad. Walking down the simple alley that the door led out to, Avril walked towards the black car parked at the curve ahead of her. The light was somewhat dim though so close to a Main Street, Avril felt more than safe. She was going to go home, shower, then go to bed. Her parents weren't even in the seventeen year olds life thanks to a disagreement that occured a few years back. She was registered to be living with her aunt who was currently out of town. Avril had called her before the show and was reaching for her phone to do so again.
Thread: Her Nightmare[DeRe x Alexisunderwood]

The minutes ticked by like hours for Kurt and Ty. They were waiting in a white panel van parked in a black pool of shadows between streetlights. Both had their eyes fixed on an alleyway entrance, staring so hard their gaze could have melted the concrete curb. After months of preparation, they were nearing the culmination of their plan to abduct Avril Lavigne. With the moment of truth now just a few thumping heartbeats away their excitement was crackling like electricity. Both men were casual criminals, occasional drug dealers for their local brigade of the Crips. The burly, sinister Kurt reveled in rape and violence, while the lean and intense Ty was more of a calculated torturer. The two formed a firm partnership based on their shared time in prison and a mutually beneficial balance of skills. After some years of small-time chicanery, the two had resolved to step up their game and indulge in some kidnapping-for-ransom. Some rich white bitch, said Ty as they watched television at their pad, getting extremely high. Get daddy to pay out big time, have some fun while we're at it. Yeah, but who? drawled Kurt. They surveyed a selection of possible subjects flaunting themselves on the flickering screen. Dismissing most for some reason or another, both men suddenly sat up when an Avril Lavigne video came on. Aw yeah, those cocksucking lips man, we got a winner, drooled Kurt. Ty nodded slowly in agreement. You could bounce a quarter off that ass. Real dancer's body, small too. Bet my dick's the size of her arm. He chuckled. Let's do this man, let's get this bitch. Months later their moment had come. They watched breathlessly as Avril casually strolled from the alley towards her car. Her talking on her phone made for the perfect distraction. Trawling the van up slowly, like a looming shark, Kurt brought it almost silently alongside her. Ty then flung the door open, taking advantage of the surprise to grab the petite girl by her skinny arm and throw her into the back of the van like a limp doll. Her phone went clattering away across the sidewalk as Ty slammed the door shut and the van moved off into the night. Being feisty and fit Avril was trying to fight back. But Ty forced her face-down on the soiled carpet of the van floor, sitting astride her to pin her down. Seizing her slender wrists he slapped on a pair of cuffs. Then grabbing a nearby sports bag he pulled out a bondage blindfold and ballgag, which he proceeded to put on the struggling girl. Finally grabbed a length of nylon and tied her ankles together, looping the rope up around her wrists to hogtie Avril tightly. When he was finished he was soaked as if he'd run a marathon. Gotcha, bitch! he spat. You all ours know. Gonna make us REAL rich. And we gonna wreck your little pink ass so bad, you won't walk straight for a week. Both then men whooped in victory as they drove on back to their hideout.
Thread: Her Nightmare[DeRe x Alexisunderwood]

Avril had just gotten on the phone with her aunt. Hearing the familiar hello when the van pulled up. She bought nothing of it really as paparazzi would be paparazzi and that couldn't be helped even by the best of security. She looked down as her aunt hung up by accident having clicked the end button on her phone. When the door opened, Avril had expected cameras, not a man who pulled her in. Her first response was shock as she didn't know what was going on until she saw what he had in his hands via the reflection in the window. She didn't cry out, but struggled as she tried to call for help, or for them to let her go. When she heard the ringing of her phone, she moved to reach for it only to find she was incapable to. When the gag became present, Avril stopped her struggling of calling out. Their words scared her, but she also didn't believe that they would or could do anything. There wasn't that little luck in her world that she would be kidnapped by lunatics, right? She struggles, uncomfortable in the way she was being forced to be. She breathed deeply, looking for some way, any way to get out of the horrible situation. Her parents wouldn't know, neither would the fans. Her aunt would wonder what's going on but would perhaps believe her to be mad that she had accidentally hung up... Things looks rather bad to Avril making her sick to her stomach as she tried to get the blindfold off using her shoulder. If she could see where she was going, things would be a lot easier.
Thread: Her Nightmare[DeRe x Alexisunderwood]

Ty licked his lips as he looked over the struggling Avril. Her youthful, nubile body strained in her tight bonds. The starched white shirt was stretched across the firm, high mounds of her breasts, emphasizing their roundness. Her blue denim jeans seemed to be painted over her perfect little butt, the curves smooth and hard. As she struggled her shirt rode up and exposed her taunt white belly, with a glittering bellybutton ring blinking bright. He saw she was trying to shake off her blindfold, and was impressed by at how feisty and focused she seemed. Tightening the blindfold further, he then pinched her nose shut and slapped her face. Unable to breathe through the ballgag, Avril began to choke. Several more slaps landed on her reddening cheeks. After a minute of this, Ty finally released her nose. Chuckling to himself, he purred in her ear You gonna be a good girl now, here? Rolling Avril over onto her side, he tore open her shirt. Her luscious boobs bounced in a simple white bra. Kurt started cursing from the seat, warning Ty not to fuck her yet. Just getting a feel of the meat, K Ty said as he ran his callused hands all over Avril's milky-white skin. Popping the top of her jeans, he plunged his hand inside her panties and brushed his fingers across her pussylips. Bitch is smooth as, man. She gonna be so tight. Well don't get too carried away, fucker! snarled Kurt. Smoke some more shit or something. Get some photos. Just don't go sticking anything in her before we get the bitch back home! He glanced ahead nervously through the highway's traffic. 'Nother fifteen minutes, we there.