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Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid His steady and hard pumping was brutal. The more he move, the more she could feel her insides being torn and ripped. Each smack against that new mark caused even more pain to go through her. The ability to fight back lessened the more he moved inside of her and was replaced by agony. A groan of pain came from her as her body fell limp from the bursts of extreme sensation of pain. The only thing to dull her demise was the friction against her nipples. Again she tried to think of that and nothing but that, but that didnt work. Blood prickled from the pucker itself, the tight indentions splitting without mercy. The red liquid trickled down her leg. It was hot and a mockery of her virginal blood. She cried out. As he went deeper and deeper. Her eyes widened as he began to poke at a different opening inside of her, where he met resistance. His movements made it yield more and more, promising more agony with each hit. Youre too big! she screamed. Youre tearing my body apart! It did feel like she would die from this brutal invasion of her anus. Though she was instantly silenced when he told her not to worry about bastards. He expected her to bare his children?! The thought disgusted her. Hopefully he became bored with using her before too long. Though, part of her was relieved that he wasnt going to be doing that to her rear all of the time. Oh, gods, no she said as she hung her head. I dont want to have your children. Having his children would bind her to him completely and fully. It was like marriage, only much much worse. If he were to show up to the castle with a pregnant princess on his arm, all he would have to do was kill her father to lawfully claim the throne. All she wanted was for this to be over. She returned to her bitter weeping as he continued his assault.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid The warlord smirked as he casually commented I imagine that this isnt how you imagined this trip going. Droll fellow for a barbarian wasnt he? His hand were grasping hold of her hips now as he rather forcefully pumped his cock inside of her. He stabbed his prick deep and firmly within her with each entry now. Her groans of pain were being met with the quickening of his breath. The trickle of blood that began to slicken her ass if nothing else mercifully eased his entrance into her. He could feel that tight little ass being torn up within her. Each determined roll of his hips would rend the flesh within her as it was bludgeoned by that massive erection that her virginal form was ill prepared to accommodate. As she cried out that he was too big, he offered no real statement to disagree. After all that was something of the point of this exercise. That taunt channel would hug and strain against his cock as he roughly and punitively fucked it. That quickened and heightened breath would soon encourage a flurry of thrusts on his part. His hips moved swiftly and repeatedly as he sought to sate his lusts now. A vehement thrust deep into her squirming and suffering form would arouse a groan from him and mercifully his seed would gush into her. Into that bleeding, battered and rent ass the sticky salty fluids of his semen erupted. Hot, thick strands shot forth from the eye of his cock and flooded that sore flesh. His load pumped into her as his body would slow, his essence mingling with her blood inside her. Pleasure would course through him as he received that sweet release. After the last of his seed had trickled into her, hed slowly withdraw himself from her ass. He wiped his cock off on her ass cheek and with a satisfied smile gracing his lips he finally answered her comment about not wanting to have his children. You belong to me. Its not like you have a choice. With that said he tucked his prick back into his pants an did them up once more. But with that said he turned towards the exit of the room and several steps later disappeared from sight. Thus with a guard posted on the door he seemed content to leave his new toy bound to his throne, bleeding, raw and dripping with his semen.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Magdala cried. That was all she could do. Every thrust brought more agony to her form. The pain started to spread. Down her legs and up her back she could feel the horrible sensation spread. He was making her completely immobile and she hated him for it. She hated him with every part of her being. There was nothing more she wanted to do than take him and tear him apart and make him feel the same thing she was feeling at that moment. Then, beyond anything she could imagine, he caused more pain than before. His trusts became harder and faster. It elicited a high pitch scream and made her arch her back once more, causing him to be able to go even deeper. It stretched her arms out and pulled a muscle between her shoulder blades. Finally, finally he bucked into her for the last time. She felt his flesh throb within. The warm cum plastered the inside of her, the saltiness of it stinging her. He rested for what seemed like an eternity as every last drop was leeched from his body. With an aching slowness, he pulled from her, a slight popping noise coming from when his head was pulled from her. A sickness settled inside of her as he wiped himself off on the brand. His words stung her emotionally and she felt a little more than an object. At first she thought he was going to come back and unbind her from the chair. Patiently she waited for a half an hour, feeling her nerves on fire and her tight bud close very slowly. She came to realization that he wasnt coming back anytime soon and she was to be left there. Her muscles were becoming stiff in that position. She screamed for him to come back, she screamed for someone to help it, she just screamed until her throat became hoarse and she was unable to do so. The night had been awful. Blood trickled down her body and the cum caked on her leg. Her hands were starting to lose circulation and they became painful. Despite the fur she became aware of the hardness of the wood beneath it and the material pressed without mercy against her stomach and bladder. Finally she managed to pass out from sheer exhaustion and the need to not feel the physical pain or the mental chitter that played over and over again in her mind.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

After hed elicited each rather piercing scream from her, hed simply left. The princess had been left bound to his throne to suffer as her blood and his seed would slowly begin to dry upon her body, and the brand would simply throb with a dull ache. Undoubtedly being left bent across the throne had left her stiff and sore all on its own, the position entirely uncomfortable. But for all her screams and cries for some relief from where she was bound none was forthcoming. The warlord had left her there until the morning. Only then did his towering form reappear and his hand casually come to the girls shoulder and idly shove her. The barbarian shook her to rouse her from what pitiful slumber she may have managed. He towered over her and that same smirk would appear to linger upon his features. His dark eyes regarded her as then and only then did he bother to untie her. He glanced down at her and stated simply Get up. Thereafter a a bucket of water was brought in by a servant of some sort and sat down beside her. The warlord casually sprawled onto his throne and idly gestured to the bucket as he noted. Clean yourself off slave. He yawned slightly as he idly let his eyes trace over her. If he had any concern for her well being it wasnt entirely evident. The barbarian simply issued his command and evidently expected it to be obeyed. He slouched on the throne and thereafter seem to recall that he had some other matter to deal with in respect to her. As though having forgotten the matter he produced half a loaf of bread from a pouch and tossed it down onto the ground in front of her. Thereafter stating rather simply eat. The warlord was apparently not one for words in the morning.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Magdala did not want to get up. She did not want to ever wake up again. Not to the world that awaited her. Rudely her shoulder was pushed and she was brought out of the dreamless sleep that had completely encircled her. Pain. She awoke to pain and discomfort. Everyone of her muscles were sore, being kept in that position. The brand was pulsating still with that dull pain. Moving her legs was nearly impossible. She stretched them out and she groaned. Oh gods, she muttered. This is real. He leant over her and she tensed. The beautiful princess was sure that he was going to take her ass again. Tears actually sprung to her eyes but instead she was greeted with her ties being undone. She let out a cry as the blood rushed back to her hands. The pins and needles feeling was so intense. Gratefully she flexed them, rubbed her hands against each other. When he commanded her to stand, she knew it would be best to do so. Her legs gave out on her a couple times, shaking with having to support her weight. Her poor anus hurt more while standing and her brand throbbed even worse. This felt like a different dimension. Someone, somewhere was back at her home completely and utterly shocked and relieved that no one was raping her. As soon as she saw the water she sighed with relief. Turning from him so he didnt see her body fully, she began to scrub at her body. Harder and harder she scrubbed at her flesh. Tears frantically fell down her cheeks and she sobbed. She nearly scrubbed her skin off but it didnt not stop her from feeling dirty. Finally she just gave up. The bread on the floor was instantly snatched up. Her stomach was growling and Madgala knew better that he wasnt going to cater to her needs for something a little more substantial. She took a bite and her nose scrintched up but she continued to scarf it down. No matter how simple it was and bland, she needed to swallow it. Will I be given clothes? she asked innocently after finishing her bread. She had not noticed the tone in his voice any different and she expected him to speak in simple one worded grunts. I do not wish to be naked any more.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

An amused smile graced his lips as he heard her groan and then apparently come to the unfortunate realization that what had befallen her was indeed real as opposed to some unfortunate nightmare. The pain that undoubtedly now burned upon and within her ass both from his use of her body and his branding of it would see to that. His eyes roamed over her and her rather abjectly miserable state pleased and even aroused him somewhat. The imperious princess whom had ordered him to take his army and turn it around and leave now quivered and groaned rather helplessly before him, her body, bruised, burned, bloodied and branded through his doing. If you had hoped I was simply some horrible imagination that you had conjured while you slept - I assure you that is most definitely not the case. He casually let his hand pat the curve of her ass, taping against it before his fingers would tighten upon it and squeezed into her. Youre little lesson in how easily you and your country are conquerored and invaded I assure you was most definitely real. After all how could I forget hearing your sweet screams as I felt your ass tearing and bleeding around me? He let the girl begin to scrub herself as she sought to clean herself not only of the blood and semen present upon her but likely more metaphorically as well. And you are delightfully soft. I do enjoy that in women. But ill for you is the fact your land and people are much the same. Softness is no virtue in a country, it makes it like you easily seized, claimed and ruled over. Any land that is to last needs men like myself, those that are hard, cruel and dangerous. Otherwise they exist as no more than prey for those that do. The warlord saw her rather ravenous tearing into the bread that hed provided her with. Injury did tend to cause one a terrible hunger. It was hardly fare for a princess, or even a well liked slave. But it was what he gave her and she wasnt in much position to complain about that. He smirked as the slave girl stated that she didnt wish to be naked any more. Ah but I wish you to be naked. Hence you shall be. The warlord idly noted When I decide you should have clothes, you will have clothes. Until then you shall have none. You exist at my pleasure and for it. What you want girl doesnt make a lick of difference in what shall happen to you. Youre more the fool if you didnt learn that yesterday.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

His hands on her body made her wince and nearly snarl. She didnt want her hands anywhere near her flesh! She didnt want to feel the rough hands pressed against the aching flesh of her newly acquired mark. A mark that claimed her as his. A mark she wished she could tear from her flesh. His words before her washing cut her deeper than any knife. He implied that she was weak and she, horridly enough, believed his words. Tears stung her eyes but she didnt dare shed them. She wasnt the soft little princess he imagined. She was strong and she would find a way to leave that prison. When he told her he would not give her clothes, she turned around quickly. Her arms covered her most delicate of parts. Hadnt he embarrassed her enough by taking her in front of a guard? By making a mockery of the sexual act itself by roughly claiming her poor behind? Pale violet eyes narrowed on his dark orbs. This was no way to treat a princess, even if she now was a slave. Master, she replied. There was a sarcastic and scathing sound to her voice. She didnt mean it. Magdala was sure that she never would. I do not wish to be on display for your men. Surely you dont want your, ah, broodmare to be ogled and potentially raped by your men? Of course she had learnt the night before. Who couldnt have after such a lesson? It was a quick and brutal way to enact his dominance. The princess was perhaps too spoiled to care or maybe did not want to believe that her fate had brought her to this low. Her position was delicate and any word could bring on untold pain and punishment, but she was simply too stubborn for her own good. She did not want to be naked so she would try and get her way. I am a little cold, anyway.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

The warlord lofted an eyebrow to her as she suggested he wouldnt want her on display to his men. Why wouldnt I want you displayed to my men? What is wealth and power if it is not displayed so others can see it. He smirked and idly patted her head as he noted Let them see what a pretty pet princess I have to play with. His fingers tapped the collar as he noted Between this and the brand on your ass they know very well whom owns you. They wont rape you, as your clearly marked as my property. They wont take you anymore than they would steal one of my horses. He chuckled As for ogling, I see little harm in their looking. Then be glad you arent hurt enough that you can feel cold. And be wary that I have the means to rectify that situation should I choose too. He stated rather evenly. He smirked and noted The only way Im going to give you anything more than a bellyful of my semen is if I have reason to be pleased with you girl. He leaned in towards her as he noted And I still think you too much a spoiled brat and too little an eager slavegirl. His fingers would stroke against her cheek as he noted. But I trust you shall release your rather foolish delusions of importance. Although if you dont, I can always give you to a half a dozen of my men and let them all but rape you to death. He smirked as he noted I think that would cure you of any lingering notions of importance hmm? His fingers would lightly tap against her chin as he noted But I dont think youre as stupid as your mouth makes you out to be now are you hmm? If your cold curl up against my legs. He stated rather levelly as he noted And lean down and start licking my boots. The warlord smiled rather darkly as he noted It shall be a good way for you to start to properly show youre devotion to your master, slave. He paused as his eyes seemed to bore into her I expect you to be most thorough in your efforts.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

His very touch made her want to lash out at him. Desperately she wanted to move her mouth to bite roughly at the fingers that caressed her cheek. There was no lovingness in it. On the contrary. The touch was intended to frighten her and intimidate her. She hated him. She hated how much power he had over her very being. No. She wasnt an eager slave girl. Gods, Magdala despised what she had become. Tears welled in her eyes. They were sore and tired and hiding her emotions was going to be next to impossible. How she wanted to just go to bed and forget everything that had happened. The princess was more than an object! She was more than a sexual toy, damn it! But in that world she was simply what he told her what she was. Sobbing bitterly she fell to her knees and huddled up against his legs. She did not want to lick his boots. The very idea was disgusting. Animals were treated better than this. Yet she knew that she did not have a choice. Being raped brutally by one man was much better than being raped by multiple people. Especially if those people were simply underlings. No. If she was going to service anyone, it was going to be the Warlord. Still With a cry she moved her tongue against his boots. The taste made her shudder but she continued until she was gagging on unpleasant things and she shook her head, reeling back. I-I-I cant! she exclaimed. Dont make me, m-m-m-master! The word came bitterly on her tongue.
Thread: Uh..

I need to know how you can delete folders in your PM section. I have 3 folders I created and don't need them really. Anyone know how to??
Thread: Uh..

Go to 'Rules, Folders, Settings' on the left side of the page when in your PM box. The second to last field is 'Remove Folder'.
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Thread: For the people who are...still alive

Dear Science I dream about you, but its always physical and never verbal. I'm being shown things not told, I don't have to look in the books to improve our relationship, you do something simple and it amazes me. You then strive to do it better. Its not a matter of pride or pain, its a matter of what needs to be done, or what is just a natural step, its about progression. Even in your follies, mistakes, accidents, lies, deception, skulduggery, and cruelty there can be something great. Always go forward and never look back if you won't learn from it. You keep me warm, you keep me safe, you keep me cool, you improve my life and you may some day take it. I can't hold you at fault though, its them, the others, the strangers that vilify you. They can't see you like I do, they don't have the same regard for your work, your struggle, your accomplishments. You want to do everything, anything and ask nothing but that it goes forward..no stagnation here. No time for frets, regrets, confessions or doubt..just enough time to breath in preparation for the next step...
Thread: For the people who are...still alive

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Thread: Games (tatcon and FU)

Ahhh Sundays, the day when the unwashed masses decide to head to their places of collection to give praise to something they can't really explain or even understand, and to Tory, that was something he always found amusing. He always went to the church, he made a good disguise of seeming like an average parishioner, a good person who came to hear the word of God, though in reality, he couldn't give less of a care. He was here because there was defilement to be had, and knowing the teachings of that which you didn't like always gave you a better insight on how to tear it down. But, that was all minor details to the man in the back of the hall, sitting in the final pew with his hands resting lazily in his lap, long brown hair lazily tied back into a ponytail just to try and keep the appearance nice, black pinstripe shirt wrapped around tanned shoulders with the long sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow, exposing the beginnings of a series of intricate picture tattoos that must continue under the sleeves, plain black bracers wrapped around his wrists. He kept the pants to a normal dress attire, boots hidden mostly below the loose fabric of his pant. Dark brown eyes just looked at the world quizzically, scanning around the place just to see how the people were, just to catch a glimpse of...
Thread: Games (tatcon and FU)

Angel loved church but she was sick of how her parents made her come every Sunday and to any meetings or gatherings they had. It was getting annoying for people to expect you to be there and when you were cause of being sick of busy they seemed to be mad. Rolling her eyes as she walked down the halls she was just trying to get away for a little while really needing to just be by herself or at least she thought. Looking down the one hall she saw a guy and her eyes blinked a few times really not knowing what exactly he was doing here. She had seen him a few times here before but he never really got into anything there was one thing she liked though. He dressed the same way she did the dark clothes and she smirked lightly really wondering if he wanted something other then just to come to church. She had been looking for a boyfriend or a guy to hang out with since all the guys here were not the way she wanted. Well they where cute and hot but not exactly what she wanted Christian wise. Their parents had turned them into goody two shoes that wouldn't play around or have sex and she was getting sick of it. She had gotten interested in guys not in church when she saw a group of guys walking and hanging around church. They had looked like the bad boy type since they were smoking and also looked like they were doing drugs. She had always wanted to try that life but the way her parents kept her close and made sure she never went out without a friend she wasn't able to. Smirking some as she decided to start walking down the hall towards the guy she kept her eyes on him but also to the side not wanting him to notice. She was interested in him yes but she wasn't going to make it that obvious.
Thread: Games (tatcon and FU)

From the corner of his eye he would notice the girl walking towards him, and maybe to her dislike, he ignored her. It wasn't a thing of being malicious, he just wasn't prepared to deal with her inside the church while some parishioners were still floating about as the communion started to bring the event to a close. Instead, he got up from his seat, and jumped over the back, disappearing out the front doors as he apparently grabbed something from the front pocket of his shirt, and placed it between his lips. He would hope the little girl would follow along, play his little game away from the faithful, because if she was going to make the mistake of getting near to him, faith was not going to be enough.
Thread: Games (tatcon and FU)

She felt his eyes on her and when he didn't look interested in her she growled lowly as he went out the front doors Bastard you know you want me. Tilting her head she looked as he grabbed something from his shirt she didn't know what it was but she wanted to get to know him better. She knew he was taking her away from her protection place but right now she really didn't care all that much. Turning around she growled lowly and followed him outside of the church and wherever he took her. He would either probably take her to the woods or to the beat down and ruined apartment complex her parents always told her to stay away from. Biting her lip she turned her I pod on louder since if anyone yelled at her she wouldn't feel the need to go back.