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Thread: A Mother’s Need

The deal made Derek turn his attention to the young thing struggling to escape his iron grip on her hair. He sees the exchange between the two sisters as the older one warns off the younger one, a very smart decision. Though he thought, maybe the young one would learn now how to treat her man, but watching what he was going to do to her older sister. Maybe youre not as stupid a little cunt as I first thought. Now if you know whats good for you, youre going to show me a good time. Think you can do that bitch? Still practically holding her aloft by her hair, Derek reaches out crudely with his free hand and begins to maul her tits through her top. The large hand aggressively kneads the young girls chest. Oh youve got a nice set of titties baby. I bet all the boys have been chasing you to get into your pants. He looks down at the tight pair of jeans that showed her shapely curves. Dont you worry I know how to take care of little bitch like you I have had lots of practice. Were going to have a lot of fun, you and I. The evil malignant smile gave only the smallest indication of what depravity he planned to exact upon her body. There was no kindness or caring in anything thing he said or did as his hand twisted tightening the grip on her hair. The other hand begins to tear at her top, so he could get an unobstructed view of her young perky tits. I bet youre even going to like it before Im done with you. Derek begins an evil chuckle.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel screamed in anger as Derek began molesting her tits painfully. She kicked out, spinning her self slightly in his grip, and cried out again. She let her fingernails dig into his wrist, trying to relieve the stress on her scalp, futilely. Let go of me you fucking pervert! She struggled as continued to look her over, before ripping at her top. She released her grip on his wrist and went for his other hand, trying to stop him, trying to save her top as she screamed. She could heel his hand twisting in her hair, and she gasped form the pain as she tried to cover her breasts. She spat at him again, obviously her bag of tricks was small, but infuriating all the same. I'll never enjoy anything you do to me! Your not a man, you're just a coward that hides behind his size! I bet even your dick is small!! She continued to struggle against him, giving up on protecting her breasts, revealing that there were barbells through her nipples as she struck out at him, ripping at his shirt in an attempt to gouge at his chest, her long nails the only weapon she had. You'll regret anything you do to me!
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek felt the rake of her nails and temporarily stops his efforts on her young tits, so he could slap her across the face several times. No need to let her think she could get away with that kind of shit. Oh youre right bitch Im a real fucking pervert. The hand that had just been slapping her face, now rends her top open, leaving the tattered material hanging from each shoulder. Then Derek abruptly pulls her bra up, so her perky tits spill out. Even as he speaks he reaches out and grabs one of her exposed nipples between his finger and thumb and begins to twist it hard. And best of all Ive got a big old dick that going to stretch those little tight holes of yours. You arent going to be able to walk straight when Im done with your worthless ass. He yanks her backwards by the head to keep her off guard and to diminish her annoying attack and to get her off of her feet. You want to see it baby? You want to see some real cock meat, the kind you dreamed about your whole life, the kind that gets you all wet between the legs. The hand that just slapped her reaches down, to his pants, and begins to unbuckle them, his other hand still holding her head tightly by the hair.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel screamed and sobbed as he slapped her over and over again, her hands jerking away from his chest to try to cover her face, guarding it from his blows. When he yanked back on her hair she stumbled and fell backwards, creating a second yank. She barely caught herself enough to fall forward onto her knees, instead of hanging helplessly by her hair. Maria was sobbing as she watched what Derek was doing to her sister, but Mary was laughing. It was obvious that she was already feeling the high, as she undulated on the couch, turned on by the display. Oh yeah, Derek, fucking abuse that little slut. You like it, don't you Rachel. You've always wanted a big strong man to take control of you. Mary was speaking form her own fantasies as she leaned forward, watching closely, hungrily as Derek unbuckled his belt. Rachel screamed and tried to spit at him, realizing that his cock would be right in front of her face. She tried to turn her head away, straining against his grip on her hair. No! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! I'm not some fucking toy you can use, I'm not one of your fucking whore!! It didn't' matter though, soon his cock was out, and she was trying to get as far away form it as possible. Mary almost drooled at teh site of his cock, wishing it was her who was going to suck on it. The ungrateful bitch doesn't even know when she's getting a treat. She muttered as she laid her feet out across her younger daughter's legs.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

The girls was knocked prone in front of him, as he worked his length from his pants, the semi hard monster hung between his legs, dangling in front of her face. Derek slaps her again. Derek smiles down at her as she continued to be verbally defiant. He looks over at the other small girl sitting on the couch stunned by what is going on, and then looks down at Rachel with an evil grin. Well if you dont want to suck it, maybe I should see if someone would like some. His head turns to address the Maria. Would you like a lollipop little girl? The tone and words would make any ones skin crawl. Derek knew there was more than one way to break a girl. Just find out what they cared about and use it against them. Ive got a real special one you can taste. All the time his shaft dangled but a few inches from Rachels face, Dereks attention now on someone else.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel continued to struggle against Derek all the way up until she heard him dress Maria. Maria shrunk away from him and shook her head, giving a small, whimpering cry as she sobbed in fear of him. Mary, liquid courage in her veins sat forward and shielded the girl from Derek's vision. She isn't part of the deal, Derek. I gave you Rachel. It was strange to see the woman have any motherly instincts at all, as she protected her youngest. Rachel cried out and, after a moment frozen began to struggle harder, trying to pull away from him. No! No, don't you fucking touch her! Leave Maria alone! For a moment she fought twice as hard as she had been, her hands reaching out to grab his thighs, trying to push him away. It became evident, eventually, his attention remained on Maria, that a struggle would not sway him. Slowly, she tensed but ceased her movements, and stared at his cock. She bared her teeth for a moment in pure fury, but finally reached out for his cock, grabbing a hold of it and stroking the half hard shaft. She still tried to crane her head away from him, not intending to do any more for him than he made her do. Maria still sat on the couch, cowering, unable to look away from Derek's eyes.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek felt the delicate hand wrap around his length and begin to stroke it. He ignored it at first knowing that his ploy had worked. Oh he didnt expect her to be happy or pleased but shed given in, it was just so easy to manipulate the stupid bitches, once you knew their weaknesses. Ignoring the mothers protest, he turns back to Rachel and her new efforts. Well someone has to pay and if you arent going to well I have to collect from someone. He left the comment hanging as he watched her hand glide up and down his growing shaft the fingers and thumb not reaching all the way around his girth. Oh that feels good. See its not hard to be a good little slut, but youre not watching baby. His thick arms flex as he forces her head around so she must stare at his growing cock, with her hand wrapped around it. Stepping close so that she cant buts smell the pungent aroma of his crotch. The veins on the thick member bulge as the thick purple head of the shaft expands ever larger. Now lick my lollipop baby. Show me how a filthy little girl like you does it. Derek continues to chuckle as he watches the young thing struggle with the threat of him using her younger sister.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Maria hardly felt the relief of Derek looking away, her head falling as hot tears warmed her cheeks. Her mother collapsed back to, lost again to her high. Fuck that's hot, she mumbled, half gone, I bet she's been practicing just for you Derek . . . Rachel tensed more as she hear her mother, but gritted her teeth. She could feel Derek getting harder, his cock swelling in her hand as she stroked him. She cried out as he flexed his arm, turning her head effectively, and she was faced with his large cock right in front of her. She knew he could feel her breath on the head, and she was repulsed by the thought. She could smell his strongly, manly smell and she shuddered, struggling a little, but her mind kept returning to Maria. If she didn't do it, he he make Maria do it. Maria didn't have the fight in her Rachel had, and Rachel knew it. She knew Maria would give in, she would let him destroy her, and all she would do is cry and scream in pain as he did. Rachel showed her teeth again, seriously contemplating biting him, but she was smarter than that. Even a mouthy bitch like her knew there were some limits she should never push past. Leaning forward just slightly, she opened her mouth and let her tongue touch his cock, tasting him. She wanted to scream, but instead she began slowly bathing the head of his cock, sloppily licking it. She put no real effort into the job she was doing, giving the bare minimum of her skills to keep him quiet. At the same time, she continued to stroke him, trying not to be too aware of how thick he was. If he was going to try to force that cock into her, it was going to hurt. Fuck you asshole. . . .
Thread: A Mother’s Need

If thats practice she needs lots more. Derek just laughs at her as Rachel licks his shaft in some feeble attempt at a blowjob. Shit bitch if any guy learns youre that bad at giving head, hes just going to find some other willing cocksucker to take care of business. Im not going to put up with this kind of bullshit. He lets her continue for a little while but sees no serious effort or improvement, so he just turns and drags across the floor her by the hair over to a seat, which he plops down in. Roughly grabbing her, he throws her over his knee, keeping a wad of hair in his hand as he puts her face down. See I think you havent had a father figure to teach you when youre supposed to obey. Instead youve just become an uncooperative raging bitch. So Im going do what you daddy should have done if he were around, and thats whoop your ass. Dereks large hand lands on her ass, the only protection her tight jeans. Brutally holding her head by the hair so there is no chance of escape he begins to spank her. Then all of a sudden he stops, and attempts to yank her pants down.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel turns red as he speaks down to her. She had intentionally been doing a half-assed job on his dick,l but when he spoke badly about her, it still enraged her. She had been about to say something when he yanked her hair. As he threw himself down in a seat, she cried out, feeling herself jerked up over his lap. SHe felt herself bent over his legs, and began to struggle again. His grip on her hair, the pressure he exerted on her head, kept her from getting any leverage that would let her free herself, and in the end, all she did was wave her ass around enticingly. She cried out as Derek spoke, talking about what a father figure would have done if she'd mouthed off at him, and she began to get a very clear idea of what was going to happen. As hard as she tried, though, she could not avoid the sudden slap of his hand. Screaming, she felt tears well in her eyes as he began to spank her. She continued to struggle, and as he pressed her down harder, she felt her breasts and ribs ache. She sobbed as he grabbed at her pants. Her anger had not grown any less, but the burning feeling in her ass was enough to slow her down momentarily. When he grabbed at the waist of her pants, though, she began to fight again. Unfortunately, that tack did not work, instead she heard the waist of her jeans rip, and she cried out. No! NO! SHe screamed trying to get free of him, hurting herself more them ore she struggled. Mary watched laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks, as Maria cried, afraid to run to the other room, afraid that she would draw Derek's attention. Get your god damned hands off of me!
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek yanks the torn jeans down, to just above Rachels knees, further confining her movement. Though she struggled, she was no competition for his superior size and strength, and as much as she screamed and whined, he gave her no mercy and callously uses her hair and head to pin her. The small thin lacy panties offered no serious resistance as he tore them from her body, exposing her firm tight ass cheeks. For a moment his large rough hand massages her ass cheek as if he didnt intend to continue his assault, but that was only a momentary respite. Youve been a bad little girl, havent you? If I was your daddy, I would have given you some very special attention. The hand briefly rubs her ass while he comments about being her daddy, the very concept so perverted. Beneath her she could feel his erection poking at her abdomen. Then without warning his hand rose and began to slap her ass, with real force. The loud smacking sound of flesh on flesh filling the room as his rough hand hit her ass over and over again. Are you going to be daddys good little girl? Youre not going to be a complete bitch any more are you? Youre going to do what you are told to, arent you? The game Derek played with her was so sick and demented as he slapped her as right in front of her very own mother and sister. The more he forced her to squirm and wiggle the harder his cock got. Again and again the crack of his hand hitting her ass continued as he administer his punishment.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel felt ashamed that he sister was watching her int his position. Her sister needed to know that strength in a woman could save her from things like this, not trap her in them. She gave a small, angry cry as her pants tangled around her knees, and she felt him rip her panties down. Her face flushed red as she felt him caressing her ass, speaking of eh father she never remembered. Don't-Don't touch me! Her arguments were growing repetitive and weaker as she struggled to get free. She could feel his swollen cock against her bare flesh, throbbing and ready for action when he finally stopped tormenting her. He wasn't' done yet, though. Just as the burning in her ass cheeks began to dull, she felt his hand come down again, harder than before. She screamed, and this time he gave her no respite as he assaulted her body. She screamed over and over, sobbing as the pain became overwhelming fighting to free herself. As he began taunting her, playing the game of pretending to be her daddy, she felt shame begin to set in, shame that this was happening, shame that he would even think of such a thing. Her hands gripping the side of his leg and she found her struggles becoming more of a need to be released from the pain he was slathering on her, rather than just trying to get away form his sexual assault. Stop! Stop please, Derek! She closed her eyes tightly, choking on her sobs as she began to pleased with him, as desperate for him to stop as her mother had been about getting her drugs, Yes please- Please! I'll do anything you say, please stop! The last words were nothing but a sob shaped into the semblance of an understandable phrase.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Sure baby, your new daddy wants his little girl to be happy. Youre going to call me daddy now arent you? Derek stops the fall of his hand in mid swing as she begs and pleads for him to desist in his assault on her ass. The hand hangs there for a moment as if its going to strike, then it just slowly descends to her very red ass cheeks, where it comes to rest. Looking down as her, with an arrogant smirk, his hand begins to gently caress her ass. You know we have a test, it tells us if youre a good little girl, or just a slut want a be whore. So baby you going let your new daddy test you? The hand just continued to rub and caress her ass, not that he really cared which way she answered, because he was going to do it either way. Not that this was any real test, it was just another way to fuck with her mind. The test nothing more than a tale told among pimps. The hand continues to work her ass, kneading and rubbing the sore skin. The hand continues caressing her ass, before it slides its way between her legs, still trapped by her partially removed pants. So lets see who my little girl really is? Is your mommy right youre just a filthy wanton slut? The tone still mocks her as he humiliates her in front of her own family. Two of his long finger slide into her pussy to see if she is dry or wet. He is ready to hold them up for not only her to see, but her mother, he sister and of course himself. If they are wet, he was ready to slide them beneath her nose so she can not only see the wetness, but smell the answer.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Rachel sobs as Derek finally stops, her entire body trembling, but she ceases to squirm letting her head hang in defeat, Yes Daddy . . She gave in to his cruel perversion, her ass so sore she was sure it would be bruised, and she wouldn't be sitting right for days. She continued to cry as he rubbed her ass, her long blonde hair falling around her face, still tangled in his fingers. She did not squirm as he caressed her, his hand moving lower. She tensed some as she realized where his fingers were going. She could not stop him, could not stop the humiliation that she was about to face. Derek's fingers slipped inside of her easily, and were quickly covered in a thick coat of her wetness. She sobbed as she felt him pull them back out, raising them for everyone to see. Look at that little slut's juices. Fuck, she's wetter than a crack whore. Rachel's mother seemed excited by this revelation, and Rachel only let her head drop further. She didn't care what her mother thought, but her sister would see this, and she was young enough to believe what Derek said, to believe that this meant she was just another slut. She sobbed and tried to shake her head, not surprised when he pushed his fingers under her nose, making her smell them. As she shook her head, trying to turn it away, her mouth brushed his fingers, and she was forced to taste her juices as well. Please Derek . . please stop . . . She was still crying as she begged him. She trembled in his grasp, shame filling her.
Thread: A Mother’s Need

Derek just chuckles as she tries to deny the results. He brings the hand up to his own nose taking a moment to enjoy the bouquet of her young pussy, taking an obvious deep inhalation. Then to make matters worse or to make the point even more so, he puts both of the wet sticky fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean enjoying and savoring the taste. He puts his hand between her legs again and begins to rub her moist slit as he talks to Mary. Oh you were right momma our little girl is just a filthy slut. The cunt is desperate to be fucked, shes so ready and wet, I think even my big old cock will fit into her tight little hole. Ill take care of her momma I take care of our little girl, Ill show her how to be a good little slut. The sick nature of his words mixed with the mocking tone, made the whole scene feel creepy. Dereks hand expertly keeps rubbing her pussy, intentionally working the soft wet petals of her sex with his large rough fingers. The subtle moist flesh moving easily beneath his hand as he keeps her firmly pinned over his knees. Then he turns back to the Rachel and talks to her. You like the way your new daddy touches your pussy dont you? You want to make your daddy happy dont you?
Thread: A second wind! (M looking for F)

RE A second wind! Make changes or suggestions if you'd like. Roles can be reversed. Plots The Fan - The music industry is tough. Even after working for your talent, forming a band, and making your start, one has to struggle to stay popular and continue to find sounds that one's audience likes. Some are lucky, and inspiration finds them easily, while others are must struggle to keep writings songs, or hire writers. In addition to heavy substance abuse, the struggle of a band to make music that is popular enough to sell, while keeping the message meaningful and true has sent many artists into a deep depression. In between record deals, one such artist feels trapped and alone. Alienated from their band-mates, surrounded by fake people and facing a grim future, suicide seems to be the only easy way out. After finding a place no-one is likely to come by, the artist slips a noose around their neck, closes their eyes, and jumps. Flesh meets flesh, and dazed and confused, the artist sees a fan desperately holding them up.Possible pairings musician x fan, musician x critic, musician x new band-member. Wanderer - Few men who wear swords can be called warriors. Blades are wielded indiscriminately by greedy men, and become evil in evil hands. Common people must do what they must to survive, struggling beneath the cold steel of the barbarians to eek out a meager living, while the fruits of their labors are trampled and stolen. Death is not uncommon. It has taken your immediate family, and is closing it's fingers around your throat. You are alone with nothing, and desperate. With few options, you approach a man you have never seen before. You know nothing about him, save he has a sword, and hope he'll accept your services in exchange for protection. Possible pairings peasant x warrior, peasant x raider, peasant x noble, once-noble x other, someone with important trinketability has a magic power, or carries some sort of magic necklace other
Thread: A second wind! (M looking for F)

RE A second wind! I hope my writing isn't over-dramatic. Trying to hook you guys in with the plots. Bump.
Thread: Shadow Lord nad his Child of Light (MaysharxFK)

Amastay, a young girl of barely 18, watched as the last of her father's patrons filed slowly out of his cantina. She was cleaning the bar, her long auburn hair falling over her shoulder. She had tied it back in the beginning of the night, but it had eventually worked itself free of it's bindings, as it always did. Her dark eyes fell to the bar as her father locked up the doors, and she watched the small tines shine as she finished wiping them clean. Her father's cantina was a nice place, higher end, but not the highest. Amastay generally worked the bar in the later hours, waiting tables int eh earlier ones. She didn't mind the work, it wasn't exciting, but it meant her father had to pay one less person to do the work, and she enjoyed spending time with him. As he retired to the back office to balance the book, Amastay made sure all of the glasses were clean and tucked away where they belonged. When everything was in order for the next day's opening, she popped her head into her father's office and told him good night. Amastay walked home alone each night, comfortable that she was safe in the small neighborhood. She knew the streets like she knew the patterns on the tiles on her father's bar. She walked slowly, enjoying the cool breeze on the warm night, unaware that tonight, the darkness held many shadows she was not even aware of.