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What does roleplay and examples of roleplay mean

Sexual roleplay is a role-playing game, which has a strong erotic character, and, at the same time, one of the most common fantasies. It may involve two or more people playing different characters, maybe even an escort girl, in a way meant to excite the partner.

Games of this kind can take place between lovers, in their own bed or through a forum, chat rooms, e-mail, etc., depending on the imagination of the participants.

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tagRomanceOf Roses and Lace

Of Roses and Lace

Today was just another ordinary day summer day for Leigh Tracey, hot, no work since she was a teacher she had the summer off to enjoy doing whatever she pleased. Her beloved rose bushes had been trimmed and watered, her washing of panties, bras and sheets hung on her line. Exhausted, she sat in the shade of her prized cherry tree and watched as the crisp white fabric fluttered in the cool breeze. Laying back in the soothing grass she closed her eyes. As the grass tickled he bare legs, she sighed and drifted off into a lazy half sleep.

Knowing the day would be muggy and uncomfortably warm, Leigh had slipped into some loose cotton shorts and a bikini top and one of her summery linen blouses. Her mane of wavy honey coloured hair was back in a clip, high on her head. Allowing her delicate neck to be cooled by the shade. The twenty five year old felt peace at that moment, and even found herself feeling a little horny. She hadn't felt a mans hands grace her curvy body and soft creamy skin for so long. Not that she'd felt much desire for one, no thanks to Douglas, her ex. Just a fool she had been, it took her until he was drunk and gave her that black eye to realize he was a loser.

Richard Greyson who had just moved in, heard them fighting that winter morning last year and later that day saw her sporting the bruise just under her left eyebrow. Reliving that day, the look on Ricks face when he saw what Doug had done to her. He went livid with loathing for the man who was supposed to be her husband. He busted through the door and went over to the sleeping, hung-over Doug and picked him up, punched him in the gut and then phoned for the police. And now they were divorced, Doug in prison hopefully sobering up and getting help, and she could get on with rebuilding her life. It was at that moment that she began to see her friendly older neighbor in a new light. Not the just the nice gentle retired man with the smiling eyes that waved to her. But as a man, a sexy, loving, and spiritual soulmate, though she knew he was far too old for her. Still a girls heart could dream, couldn't it?

At once, a noise from next door made her turn her head, squinting at the sunbaked yard of Ricky, the handsome older man that she secretly loved with all her heart. It was laundry day for him too. Her glittering blue eyes followed their target as he bent over his basket, drifting her gaze from his bare feet, up his long, lean slightly hairy legs to his zipper. God she could only guess at the wondrous organ that was encased in that tan fabric. Leigh longed to reach for the reddish grey ponytail that kept falling forward onto his collarbone, and he with a toss of his head flung it back behind his elegant frame. Daringly, and forgetting she was outside in full view of other windows, her hand went to her breast. Her desire was reawakening at last, and it was not going to go away.

"My knight," she whispered to herself, "how I dream of having you beside me." her hands roaming down her torso, flattening on the slight sexy paunch of her belly, fingers reaching but not yet touching.

Leigh found herself fascinated by the everyday activities of this man, whom she had known for just over a year now. and knew him to be friendly, eager to brighten her mood. He was open hearted, kind. He had sparkling green eyes, long reddish hair usually in a ponytail and he used to be a teacher himself. Taught geography and always instilling a love for the planet and her treasures in anyone he met. And always,always whistling some country or sixties tune when ever he was outside. Leigh was drawn to his mature yet hippyish charm.

She rose from her seat slowly, making sure she was able to be seen if he should turn around. The oversized shirt fell down her bare arms and she was left in only her shorts and string top. She pretended not to see him, stretching and arching her massive tits high, her backside round and wide thrusting back, pulling those sexy shorts tight against her soft curves. Her skin in the sun, glowed, catching the diamonds of sweat beads that clung to her like fairy dust. He spoke at last, finally getting the nerve to make his presence known.

" Oh hey there, Leigh, didn't see ya sittin'. Else I woulda said hello sooner!" he cleared his throat, happy to have her company but for some reason also embarrassed at seeing her there, in her practically nothing on state. If she could read his thoughts now she would know how his cock stirred inside the special underwear he loved so much. Sometimes the tightness helped save him from embarrassment. They barely caged the sexy older mans erection at the best of times. But seeing this lovely woman did something more to him, for his heart stirred as much as his manhood.

She wondered if Rick had been spying on her, she had deliberately parked herself at the rose bush that his kitchen window over looked. Hoping her skimpy clothing was teasing enough for him to notice as she pushed and arched her large womanly bottom out, tending to her colorful blooms.

Leigh noticed something in his basket as he bent to lift more shirts onto his line. It was pink and lacey. Could he have a pair of womens panties in there? God it was panties, Leighs heart sank as she realized he might have a girlfriend.

"Hey Ricky,"she smiled back," Yeah, just been trying to stay cool, sure is a hot one today." "Yep sure is," Grabbing a pair of jeans, he was too late to stop them, the panties Leigh has been eyeing fell to the ground.

The two neighbors just stared at them, unable to speak for what must have been thirty seconds. Ricky broke the silence.

" I know what this looks like, I wont hide anything from you Leigh. I like you a lot and maybe its better if you knew the truth about me." The young womans head snapped up, she thought he had said something smart ass like they were his and he wore ladies panties, but the words that came to her mind were very different.

" You're seeing someone? I had no idea."

"Leigh, did you hear me?" he picked the panties up and walked over to the fence, he was trembling. He gazed at her, oh hell yes, he had been in love with her ever since she moved in two years ago. This will ruin everything now. Did she honestly think he had another woman around?

"Oh very funny Rick, you wear them yourself? Pink lace panties?" she feigned a laugh. His expression was soft and his cheeks blushing but still looking, searching her blue eyes for some sort of acceptance.

"No I am not seeing or marrying anyone, you know my wife died ten years ago. I'd never bothered to look for anyone else. I wear these panties because they make me feel good. They belonged to Lorna, I can't bear to throw them away. I hope you can understand, and I hope you don't think I'm some sick pervert. It's just the way I am." Not married was all she needed to hear, her breath finally released and she felt her heart flutter. And oddly, something else began to flutter as well, upon his revelation that he enjoyed womens underwear.

"Oh no Ricky, I'm sorry. I don't think you are sick in anyway. You must miss your wife so much. It's only natural to want to keep a memory of her alive." Her deep breaths made her chest rise and fall, once again drawing attention to her large fleshy mounds. Rick gazed down, mesmerised by her loveliness and sexuality. And she shook so badly, he wanted nothing more than to just hold her , calm her, anything to get his arms around and show her some comfort.

"So, you are not with anyone? Really?" Leigh blinked back tears, Rick saw them.

"No Leigh, I am not. Oh god damn, I may as well say it and hope you don't think me a stupid old man. I'm not with anyone because the only one I can ever think about being with is you." Jesus, he was tearing up now.

Leigh said nothing more. Instead her arms found their way around his neck. He reached down, scooped her buns into his palms and effortlessly lifted her over the fence and kissed her. The wind, in her mind at least, whipped past them like a typhoon, no hearing, no seeing, just feeling. His searing hands at last on her body, branding her flesh. Her lips touching his, their tongues dancing. He kept whispering hoarsely into her ear. I want you now, I must take you. Leigh I've dreamt of this moment ever since I moved in here. The wetness in her own panties gave her true feelings away, he saw and smelled her moisture vaporizing through her clothing. He had to have her, she sensed his need even before she felt his need, poking impatiently into her tummy.

"Rick I have too, and you know what? I think....that...oh God, ...... I'm incredibly turned on knowing your fetish for.....erm, womens lace. I have to know more. I want to see you in these ladies things."

Having pulled the now panting women to her feet, they soon raced into the house where his bedroom lay at the end of the hall. All at once, the lusty mans shorts came down and with his cute buttocks facing her she licked her pouting, coral tinted lips at the sight of the pretty lacey edge. Sort of a pale peachy pink color, nearly the same paleness as his own skin. He was by far a beautiful man. Reaching out, mouth open a little, eyes wide and wondering, she touched a tentative finger to Ricks tight smooth ass. Hearing him shiver as she ran her nail along the lace, drove them both mad with bliss. Her hand now cupped his bubble butt, rubbing him through the scratchy material. So sexy and so surprising, as Leigh knew he would be.

The clearly willing girl was laid out on his huge kingsized bed , her shorts yanked down her supple legs and his hips were between his loves thighs as soon as they opened for him. Ricks lips were upon Leighs, he began to rub his panties into the cotton thong that sheathed the pussy he was eagerly targetting with his manhood. He pulled at the ties hold her top on and they fell away. Her stunning tits bobbing and her nipples springing to life, his face sinking in their feminine softness. She moaned and sighed as his mouth clamped over a bright rusty colored rose bud. Damn those thighs, hands drifted to them, touched them, teased her into a melting pocket of juices. The silkiness of her, the warmth of her body under his own. He was in heaven, this women he loved and lusted for, was to be his at last.

"Leigh, my sweet rose, I must take you ," he tugged her waist band and her sensibly sexy underwear slid effortlessly down her legs

She was at last naked, in his bed and ready for him. God she was soaked. Rough masculine fingers carefully tickled and caressed her candy pink labia, smiling at her when she made her pleasure very vocal with a sighing moan. The sound drifting in Rick's ears like the air through a dandelion.

Biting her lip, Leigh cupped her hand around Ricks straining penis. Seeing his hardness wrapped in such dainty panties made the fire in her belly blaze like a furnace. And this man was the coal that fueled it.. It was capped in a dark halo of curly, slightly graying hair, and she could tell he was thankfully uncut, maybe about seven inches and oooh so thick. So perfect.

" Get those knickers off right now, you dirty old man, "she grinned at him," You want me, you take me like a man."

Finally, the handsome mans panties were pulled down by the pretty woman. Her soft hands kneading and pulling her lovers cheeks apart, urging his arousal to its highest level. Now, his cock was free, throbbing, veins popping and pointed towards her dripping hungry pussy.

The mans triumphant growl filled the house, as his rod ridged with fat blue blood vessels, slid deep into her silky tight vagina. The snugness allowed the gasping girl to feel every bump, every crease that made her lovers cock fit like a hand in a glove with in her. Leigh and Ricky were at last one.

Slender legs suddenly twisted like vines around Ricks lean well muscled body, arms held him close to his sweet roses writhing body. And so he began to love her gently, making her feel everything. He lay over her, kissing her mouth as she moaned. Leigh loved how his breath felt on her bare neck, the shivers prickling down to her toes. Velvet lips would catch hold of her earlobe and gently tease and bite. Her hands and finger raked at the back of the man she was at last able to have for herself and no one else. Her long nails left pink trails, they drove Rick even more into a helpless state of wild lust.

His penis made lovely wet sucking noises as he pulled and pushed inside her pussy. Leigh was then spun round so she was on top, and she rose high, riding his cock, raising and lowering her ass, slowly, gripping his dick with her body. It was now sticky and slick with her nectar. The lovers began to fuck fast, holding her buttock in his hand Rick drove deep into her body. Her fleshy titties bounced and jiggled, as did most of her delicious curves. Groaning with the feeling of her on top of him, he grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard, trapping her perky nipples in his thumb and forefinger. Rick pulled on them, like reigns, snapping them to urge her to go faster.

He reared up, grabbed her hips, pinning them to his pelvis. Thrusting harder, picking her whole body up causing her to bend back, her breasts tumbled and tossed about her chest. God damn she was gorgeous. And with her head back, they made wild love. He rocked her, slammed her body with his. She was building up, he could feel the quiver of her cunt muscles. They grasped his dick, he was not going to last much longer.

"Hold on lovely Leigh, hold on tight. Ol' Ricky's gonna finally have you the way he's always been dreamin' of. Do you like the way I fuck your cunt my rose? Take my fat rod, I'm going fuck you harder babe!" And he did. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, pushing her back down on the bed, he took her once again. The bed rocked and creaked with their frenzied fucking.

"Yeeeeeeaaahhhh, ooooh Fuck me Rickieeeee, Fuck my pussy......... Gaawwwdd yeeaahhh.. Huuuunnnhhhhh.!!" His balls were now slapping Leighs ass, her cheeks splayed open her thighs invaded, nothing left unexplored, untouched . Rick took that moment to cup her cheek in his large hand, slapping it a little. At once, the mans thick fore finger found its way between her cheeks to her tiny bud. As soon as it teased and tickled her puckered anus, she let out a shrill cry and began to wash over with sheer bliss.

"Hhuuunnhh....oh my knight. Thats so fucking great, Im cumming all over your dick now loveeeeee. Don't stop, fuck me harder Rick yes, yess yes."

Obligingly, he pumped as hard as he could, slamming into her body with his, over and over fucking her wet drooling cunt hole. Many times ....... and at last he roared his own climax and began to empty his creamy load deep inside her womb. As Leigh came violently, her vagina squeezing the life out of his shooting meat, milking his sperm. It was hungry for every drop it could devour greedily.

"Jeeeeeeeessuuuuuuuuss, fuuuuuuuuuuck. My rose Im cumming too baby. Love to fuck you so hard my sweet Leigh, yeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssaaaahhhh!" His stream of cum flooded with Leighs own secretions, mixing into a love cocktail, a few drips escaping the tight union of cock and pussy. He didn't pull out yet though, she was still reeling with orgasm, every movement made her pussy clamp down onto his softening cock. The glorious sensation left him unable to move. They rode her climax out, and both lay, skin sticking wih their perspiration, utterly spent, satisfied

When they panted for breath and his now soft penis, slipped reluctantly from her pink swollen, slit, the stunned silent couple fell back to the bed, beading and slick skinned with sticky sweat. Leighs head lay on his chest, his hands caressing the damp skin on her back.

Yes it had sure been a hot day, he smiled at her and slipped back into the panties. Not his own this time, but Leighs. So tight on him, his balls and scrotum overflowed out the sides. They both ohhed and ahhed at the sight of him. And in turn Leigh got to wear the pretty lace ones. Fitting just right around her wide hips and large womanly backside. Which were cupped and massage eagerly by a more then pleased Ricky. He spoke first as he climbed back into the bed and cuddle with her, kissing her lazily.

"I have at long last got you out of your knickers my sweet rose," he grinned, nuzzling her shoulder, "And into mine."

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tagBDSMThe Foundation Ch. 17

The Foundation Ch. 17

A Subject Lesson

Rosa, legs apart on the wet gravel, waited while a guard conversed with a group of visitors, including two men in suits. The guard appeared to be teaching, because some of her audience wrote in notepads as she spoke. Rosa recognised Tanya, one of Pamela Clayton's closest associates, and her most vicious tormentor. Tanya answered a few questions and then, like a tour guide, she led her party to Rosa, naked and splayed in the cool morning air.

"Now, this is an interesting example. This convict was once a law officer, indeed she was the local sheriff until discovered with a consignment of cocaine in her anus. She's also a former sadist lesbian, but now she's just a sex slave. The fact that the subject was once a dominatrix, who often visited this very yard to torture and abuse prisoners, made her subjugation and degradation a difficult task. It also made it great fun." Her audience laughed. "I would say that this subject has been our greatest challenge." Tanya placed a hand on Rosa's buttock. "She's also been, as you are about to see, our greatest triumph." Tanya could not resist a smile as she looked down on the red marks decorating the back, buttocks and legs testifying to her determination to degrade this conceited bitch. "This subject will serve to demonstrate some of the key themes involved in our work here at The Foundation. Let us begin." She turned to her victim.

"Slave. Listen to my words." Rosa looked up to her persecutor. "Fuck me in the arse. I want you to rape my holes. Repeat."

"Fuck me in the arse. I want you to rape my holes."

"Fuck me in the arse. I want you to rape my holes."

"Fuck me in the arse. I want you to rape my holes."

"Look at your masters and mistresses. Look each one of them in the eye and beg them to abuse you, and let's have a few thrusts of your pussy to emphasise the point."

Rosa repeated the message to every one of the visitors, staring at them as she begged for anal abuse. Some looked impassively, a few smirked and the two men seemed interested by her request.

"Now, let's have a test. What tells you that I am the mistress and she is my slave?"

"She's naked."

"Good. Also, it is worth noting that she is the only nude here. Clothes are a mark of authority to anyone naked, even clothes without a uniform. Our whores are taught to treat anyone wearing clothes as a superior. How do you know that this subject has been a challenge?"

"The marks on the body." A young woman in a dark blue business suit, almost impersonating The Foundation's shade of blue, and a notepad called out her answer.

"Good, Miss Henderson. This subject is covered with marks and bruises. As I believe I have shown over the past two hours, this is rare in the training of bondage whores. So, you can presume that she has endured a strenuous training routine. Now, how do you know that we have succeeded in taming this bitch, turning her from a woman into a piece of fuckmeat?"

"Because none of the wounds are fresh and ..." The woman in blue hesitated. "You're displaying her to us. She would not be here if the training was not complete." Tanya smiled her approval of the young woman. Miss Henderson was a promising candidate.

"She's standing with her legs wide apart. That's uncomfortable and demeaning," another visitor called out.

"Excellent. Please note that throughout this session I have not once even threatened the subject with my baton. She has been subjugated, which means that I do not need to employ force to impose my will."

One of the men raised his hand to ask a question.

"The girl here is ..."

"Subject. We prefer the term subject, though we address them as 'slave' in the prison."

"The subject here is unbound, but whenever I see these subjects in public, they are bound."

"Shackles send a message to anyone viewing the slave. It is a public recognition of their demeaned status. One of the major objectives of The Foundation in the coming year is to establish what we term "a natural state of slavery" for our whores. We aim to convince the public, and the government, our bondage whores are no better than animals. They are simply shameless, lustful pets." Tanya lifted Rosa's chin to allow everyone a view of her face. "This bitch has no rights. The film crews who make our movies call them fuckmeat. I like that phrase. It tells us all we need to know about this slut. Now, bitch. Masturbate."

Rosa began to avidly scrub her vagina lips, slipping her finger deep into herself. "The subject is now masturbating in public. This not only demeans the subject, but informs everyone observing the act that the subject is a whore. No decent individual, even if they found themselves naked in public, would resort to such lewd behaviour. The public use the term 'shameless' to describe our prisoners, and that is true. This is also the purpose of Kiriko, a special drug developed to stimulate the subject. It helps maintain sexual arousal, so ensuring that all convict whores are wet during public performances. Curiously, this point tends to be noticed by women rather than men."

The audience watched Rosa stroking her soft flesh, closing her eyes to concentrate on reaching an orgasm while standing in a cold yard watched by a handful of strangers.

"Hurry up and come, you bitch, or I'll shove my baton up your arse."

"Please, Mistress, I am nearly there, just another minute, please."

While Rosa stood before the visitors massaging her clitoris, Tanya explained how a public orgasm underlined her diminished and depraved nature. The Kiriko also ensured that her orgasm was a surge of juice, and on cue Rosa announced to her Mistress that she was about to come as she shuddered a dozen drops of fluid onto the gravel. Two of the audience offered mocking applause.

"Now, I will demonstrate the extent of my control over this subject. Slave. Crab."

Rosa bent over, slipped her hands between her legs and around her calves to her ankles, so drawing wide her anus. Tanya then ordered Rosa, still holding her ankles, to walk to the far wall and return, shuffling like a crab with her anus on view. A woman giggled at the sight.

"I am glad that we heard that laugh, because one purpose of any slave position is to undermine the status of the subject, to make her look ridiculous. This is one of the reasons why her breasts are so big. As you can see, we also have easy access to both sexual holes." Tanya placed her baton on Rosa's buttocks, and immediately she tensed, quivering as she balanced on her heels. There was more laughter at Rosa's response to a light touch from Tanya's stick.

"You saw the subject's fearful reaction to the baton. This is a sign of their training, and further evidence that she is a true bondage whore, effectively a slave."

"Why don't you give her a blast?" Miss Henderson asked.

"Do you want me to?" Tanya was impressed to see such savagery in an elegant young woman.

"I would like to see how you discipline your whores."

"No please, Mistress, I'm begging you." Rosa called out from her demeaning pose. "I've been a good slave. I'll lick your pussy all night, every night."

"Will you lick my pussy?" It was Henderson who asked the question. "What would you do to avoid having your cunt fried?"

"I would do anything, Mistress. Please don't burn my poor pussy."

"Show me your hole."

Rosa eagerly grasped her buttocks to draw apart her anus.

"Slave, what are you?" Tanya asked the question.

"I'm a slut whore who loves huge cocks in my cunt and my arsehole. I love to lick pussy and suck big dicks. Rape me, rape my holes. Fuck me, I'm begging you, fuck me hard."

Tanya smiled and tapped Rosa on her buttocks.

"Good little fuckmeat whore. You've escaped discipline, for now. I have shown that she really is shameless. First she masturbates in public and then she endures any indignity to avoid pain."

For the next five minutes Rosa presented an array of poses, swiftly responding to every command. The guests were impressed by her elasticity and her obedience.

"We take pride in producing supple and subservient slaves. Now unless anyone has any specific questions about this slave, I intend to finish with a small challenge for my pet. Miss Henderson was particularly keen to witness a slave experience an electric shock." The young woman smiled sheepishly at the comment, as if embarrassed by her request. "We call it tremor discipline. However, the subject should be allowed to avoid discipline. Does someone have a stopwatch on their watch?" One of the men stepped forward and raised his wrist. "Men always want watches that do more than just tell the time." The women giggled and he stepped back, slightly abashed. "If you wouldn't mind, Mr Acland, once her leg is fully extended, please start your clock." Tanya stepped back from Rosa and issued the command.

"Standing split."

Rosa grasped her right leg and thrust it into the air, pressing her shin against her cheek.

"The challenge has begun. The subject must hold this pose for the next five minutes. If she fails to keep her leg fully extended and straight, Miss Henderson will have her wish and the subject will endure full anal tremors for one minute."

Rosa stood before the guests, her leg pointing to the dull grey sky, while Tanya chatted with her visitors, asking about their home towns and their current jobs. Acland called out the first and second minutes without a flicker from Rosa, but just before she reached the third minute she released a grunt of pain.

"The torment will increase with every passing second, but if you have witnessed tremor discipline you would do anything, and I mean anything, avoid it. If she avoids her punishment I will make sure, Miss Henderson, we see some tremor discipline. Some subject is bound to be misbehaving on our tour, I can guarantee that."

The final minute arrived and Rosa was quivering as the sweat gathered on her hands and neck. She gritted her teeth as Acland announced the end of the fourth minute. Henderson stepped closer to look at the face of the bondage slave. Rosa gave her only a blank stare as she panted from the strain of holding her pose.

"Do you think she feels anger towards me? I've made her stand like this, and she may be brutally tortured just because of me."

"She probably is very angry, but anger is a futile emotion for a sex slave. They endure because they have no choice."

By the time Acland was counting down the last few seconds, Rosa was beginning to wobble, and it seemed that she would fail in these final moments. She growled and looked up to the sky to draw on her strength and her determination, gritting her teeth in agony. The entire group counted down the final ten seconds and a mild round of applause greeted the completion of the task. Rosa sank to her knees for a few seconds before Tanya called on her to adopt the standard display mode, soaked in sweat and panting for breath.

"We'll leave this one here and move on to the rest of The Foundation's facilities. I am sorry, Miss Henderson, but this subject is very resilient. I told you she was my greatest challenge. Still, as a parting shot you can set her pose for the next few hours."

Henderson stared at Rosa for a moment and smiled before asking for the crab.

"Issue the command. She will obey."

"Slave," she barked. "Crab."

Rosa was grasping her ankles within a moment.

"Any message? One more method of subjugation is to require the slaves to repeat a demeaning or vulgar phrase. It's just another small indication of control."

"My name is Rosa Ortiz, and ... I love being fucked in the arse."

"Slave, repeat."

Rosa began to recount the message. Miss Henderson requested some pelvic thrusts and Rosa obliged by moving her backside up and down.

"I quite like that phrase. It reminds her how far she has fallen in just six months. Rosa here will be the star of a very special show we're putting on next Friday. A farewell present to Harmon. It's called 'One Hundred and Twenty Hours of Sodomy.' It's a one woman show, and our publicity people have arranged for a network chat show to cover the story. Now, I want to show you Dr Cartwright's excellent work on reshaping our whores." Tanya slapped Rosa's buttocks as a farewell and led the visitors into the next room.

Two hours later Rosa was still thrusting her hips while recounting the young woman's message. The door opened and the pace of her humiliation increased and she raised her voice as the two men and a middle aged woman came to stand over Rosa.

"Sheriff Rosa Ortiz. It really is you. I never ... You can stop the chant. I never thought they could do it, but here you are." She turned to her companions. "Miss Ortiz was one of the toughest bitches in law enforcement, and there are some real cunts in that league. Now, she's a slut whore with a wet pussy. How the mighty have fallen."

"Well boss. Do they have something here?"

"It merits further consideration. I'll talk to De Bois tomorrow and get our tech guys to come down for a look. I've seen enough. What time is our flight?

"Five twenty. We can be there in half an hour. Which means ..."

The woman sighed and gave both men a fake disapproving look.

"Mistress, I'm begging you," Acland said, imitating the phrase from the tortured whores in the main building when Henderson unleashed a few blows on the anus of an unfortunate blonde Russian.

"Play nicely. I would tell you to be quick, but ... you will be." She turned to Rosa, still grasping her ankles and pumping her backside back and forth. "Honey, you can stand up now. These nice men are going to take you next door to rape you before we catch our flight. There's no need to worry. I doubt you'll feel a thing. I'm going to the café for another cinnamon roll. Shower after you're done, boys. I'll be sitting next to you all the way to Washington."

Major Roberta Linhart left for a coffee and a treat in the cafeteria while her two captains led Rosa away to enjoy thirty frantic minutes of savage anal rape.

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Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2009 11:36:10 -0400 From: Jade Subject: Gay/High School : In This Cruel World 6 Note: I retain all rights to this story submitted to Nifty.org and it's affiliated sites. Do not post, copy, or use this story in any manner without my permission. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to any person, place, or written works are purely coincidental. It does contain consensual sex between young men. Do not read if you find that objectionable or if it is illegal for you to view this content for whatever the reason. Comments / criticism / feedback? Always love to hear from you at : phantomscorpio77@gmail.com. xoxo To Toronto and any other cities celebrating this week: Happy Pride! xoxo >>).:.(<< In This Cruel World As I said last time, as high school progresses we get pushed and pulled, defined and labeled, celebrated and torn down. I guess the word in the halls this year is that Duncan McKerracher is gay. Something about me sneaking around with Adam Reid. Not that I bother to set the other kids straight on it, but for the record I don't sneak around. If you want to see me and Adam together you don't have to look too hard, the signs are there. I get it that people are cool and accepting, and that gossip is gossip. All the same, if you want to know just ask me. I am who I am. Can't be someone else, and seeing as sexuality isn't that big of a deal nowadays I don't see a need to deny it. And at the same time I'm not going to flaunt it. To date, aside from Jase no one, not even my good friends, have asked. Benji on the other hand isn't of the same mind so I don't share with anyone, even Adam, what he and I have done together. Meanwhile as the school year kicks into full swing Halloween has crept up on me while I've been laying low and busying myself with Yvonne. Benji wants to be the Dukes of Hazard again like we did years ago, but I am not feeling it this year. Instead I want to just do something stupid and juvenile so I tell him I am going to be a vampire. He brushes me off. I'm sure he thinks I'll just cave to his wishes, but not this year damn it! I talk to Adam and he loves the idea. He gets it; not a Dracula vampire, more like one on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Adam is on the same wavelength as me and I end up dressed up as Spike. I already have the bleach blonde hair for it and Yvonne does my make-up for me. Brennan had tried a Goth phase when I was younger so I ask to use his trench coat for the get-up. It's a cool fake-leather material and has belts and buckles and a couple cross-like thingies. Kinda like The Crow, or the lead guitar player from Rammstein. If he knew I were using any of his clothes without his permission he'd probably not be angry, but definitely smile and razz me. Still, I'm not that kind of brother. Despite our age gap and the fact that anyone who knows us can clearly see how much I idolize him, he's always been the best brother I could ask for. If he says no, then I go on to another plan. Oh yeah, the other development this year is that Brennan is living in a frat house with a bunch of his lacrosse buddies, so our shared room is just mine for the first time ever. Thankfully he laughs when I call to ask him and tells me to drop the expensive mistake off at a used clothing place when I'm done with it. I suggest selling it on eBay instead but truthfully I kinda dig the coat. I always felt proud of Brennan when I saw him in it. Kinda like yeah, that's my older brother, isn't he cool? I may be more slender than my bro, but I think I look good in the coat. Beyond using it as a costume on Halloween I want to sometimes wear it; I'll have to ask him if I can just keep it. Just like I figure, Benji is dejected when he shows up at school as Bo Duke and sees that I'm not Luke this year. Katy is Daisy Duke and Yvonne is a nun. Adam dresses up all Marilyn Manson and looks finger-likin good. I love Goth mascara and eyeliner on boys. The black lipstick is a little much for me as is his black nails, but who am I to judge when I am wearing both as well. Speaking of which, try getting through gym class with makeup on! My gym teacher laughs his ass off at me, but then so do I! After the lame school deal we go over to Ian's for a tame party. Yvonne chose to babysit Katy's younger brother so she says she'll catch me on her way home. At Ian's party Cameron is talking my ear off about some senior's French Maid outfit and that he got to see it before she got sent home to change. Something about see-through lace and cleavage, you know stuff that is as interesting as wallpaper to me. I listen to him go on and on and notice that he is giving his Sumo Wrestler costume an extra bulge as he does. Damn it! Cameron's my friend, I've never scoped out his package before. I feel like I've just violated him. All the while Cameron drones on in my ear I watch Richard dressed up as Einstein and Etienne dressed up as Charlie Chaplin try not to make out in public. Like the world doesn't know those two are into each other. People compliment me a lot on my costume and I always defer it to Yvonne's magic this morning and again after gym class. At the party this leads to people politely asking where she is and I tell them. Thing is, it doesn't bother me that I'm not with my girlfriend. In fact I would rather be here with Benji. Unlike me, he's so into his real girlfriend and it crushes my heart. The party never kicks into full swing. Just groups of us chilling around Ian's basement while his mother tries to be invisible amongst us. No matter where I am, across the room I always see Adam. He's never alone but now he looks like he wants to jet if I can read his body language. He's still dressed up, but wearing a green and white school swim team sweater over his fishnet shirt. At school he had to wear a plain long sleeve shirt under the fishnet. Now without the undershirt I guess he's cold? I leave Cameron to babble to Shawna about the Great Pumpkin or whatever he's yapping about now and coast over to Adam, "Cold?" "Freezing. Do they have the AC on in here or just not pay for heat," he snidely remarks. "Cut the crap, twenty something kids in two rooms? I'm sweating! You're bored and want to leave," I guess. He confirms my suspicion, "Totally. Wanna bail with me? I know a Goth that would like to spend some time with a Vamp." "Your place or mine," I ask. "Never been to yours. Your parents home or at that thing you told me about," he asks. "Yeah they should be at the masquerade dinner. I went with them last year but it I'm too old to tag along now. It was cool though. So anyway, yeah, my place then," I offer. Watching The Crow is a Halloween tradition for Benji and I but I guess Adam will have to fill in for Benji this year as I pop the VHS into the VCR. We hardly watch the first scene of it before I am on top of Adam on the couch. He's starting to look different to me. A lot more man than boy compared to when we started messing around 9 months ago. I don't think I've changed nearly as much. Grown a couple inches yeah, but not much else. He has stubble on his top lip and I find it cute and sexy. Reaching in to kiss him we both find that lipstick really sucks. We head to the bathroom and I dig up a couple wash cloths to get the crap off our faces. The eyes I make sure to leave on both of us, but most of the white cakey crap and the lipstick goes. Damn, I hope that junk washes out of the face cloths. Oh well! I figure to make out on the couch some more but Adam steers me into my room instead. He seductively nibbles on my neck and pulls me down onto my twin bed with him. I borrowed a shiny black top from Yvonne for the outfit and we have a devil of a time getting it off over my head. I like his nipples all hard and sticking out through his fishnet top so I stop him from pulling his top off. He gets a bit pissy, "Duncan, we've had some fun, but c'mon. If you're going to cock-block me and stop me from even getting naked with you I'll just cut my losses now and head." "Bitch," I correct him, licking the vein or whatever that sensitive part is that runs up his neck in between sentences, "For the record, you're naked body is beyond welcome in my bed. Not just welcome either, if your ego has to know; it's badly wanted. So go ahead and lose everything else but the top. The top stays on, it's fuckin hot!" With that I dive in and start nibbling on the pert little knobs that are openly exposed. He changes his tune, "You dirty, dirty little bad boy. Yeah, suck those puppies. That's it, oh, a biter too! My little vampire!" It's not that much past eight, I'm sure I have at least a couple hours before my parents get home from their grown up party at the convention centre. Two hours to play with Adam naked in my bed! I grab his pants, yank them off and peal out of mine. We quickly get to 69ing, at first sucking on each other but I want to make it last a little so we progress to rimming quickly. Sitting on his face we form a human pretzel. Eating each other out, we both moan in pleasure. When he's loose I work a finger in and he bites down on me. Adam starts getting really into it and follows my lead. "Oh fuck Duncan! You look so fuckin hot tonight. Screw your fingers, I want your big spike inside me!" There are too many questions. Is he ready? Am I ready? Are we ever ready? Do I want him to be the first? Who's taking it up the bum? Oh wait, I have that answer, he's offered his for me. Will I be any good? Will he? "You know what Adam? Let's do it," I answer. He gives me a huge sloppy kiss, "Psh! That's what I'm saying, no trick! Hurry up and gift wrap your treat so I can sit on it!" Thank you Brennan for slipping me a 3pack of condoms to hold onto just in case! I fish the strip out of a shoebox in the closet and tear one off. Adam is sitting up watching. I push him onto his back and straddle him so my erection is over his face; if he's going to be rammed by my piece I want him to see it up close while I put the condom on. I seductively dangle my cock over him and let him look at its size and memorize what I am about to force in between his legs and shove as far as possible into him again and again. It will be his moment of truth. I pinch the tip like I'm supposed to and put the hat on my head. His gaze leaves my dick and we lock eyes. Shit, he's going to chicken out if I take too long, and now that we've come this far I really want to just hump his warm ass. I roll the condom to my base as quick as I can and then steer it to his mouth to lube it up. "On your back," he says as he snakes out from beneath me. I protest, "Up yours! Seriously! Where's my foreplay?" "Oh. You've got one hell of a nice one there Spike, if you want foreplay I'd appreciate it all the more if you slap my face with it a little," he invites, so I oblige, "Fuck yeah, hit me like you mean business. Show me what I'm in for. That's it, yeah, bounce that thing off my lips. So good, yeah! Mmm, stick that wooden stake in me, show me what you've got you vampire!" I do as he says and he slicks up the condom some more before straddling me. He is positioned right above me, his knees are beside my lower ribs, his hand on my dick. Maybe it's because I am about to fuck him but his body looks amazing from this angle. His slight abs, his inward curve between his hips and his chest, his cock pointing straight up. Yeah, his cock looks glorious. It's become my favourite toy, even more so than my own! My attention goes from his body to mine as I feel penetration. I don't really focus on him or anything in particular once he sits all the way down on me. All I can clearly think is how good this feels. I'm just getting over the rush of my boner being inside him when I come back to this world and hear his grunts and sighs get louder and more urgent. As good as it feels as he is bouncing up and down on me it must feel better for him because his first eruption goes right over my shoulder. The boy can cum, that's for sure. By the time he is done I am hosed down from neck to navel. Pools of it I tell you! Pools of milky, runny stuff unlike my thick and creamy globs. He lifts up so that I drop out of his body. I'm still pointed straight up when he asks, "How was that for you?" I shout, "Amazing!" He then asks, "Did you come?" "Nope. Now it's your turn. Wrap that blow-pop up and stick it in me. If we're doin this, we're doin it right yo!" "Cool," he says. I get the same treatment that he gave me, putting the condom on right in my face. He slaps my face with it. Not a turn on for me, but I must remember he likes to be slapped with mine. Damn I want that thing in me! I've watched enough porn to know the positions. The way I want to give my cherry is on my back, with my legs in the air. "Go easy Adam," I say. Instead of wetting the condom in my mouth, Adam wets my hole good with his tongue. Then I feel it; the head of his dick is at my entrance. He pushes a few times and says, "I'm just going to get you ready, let you get used to it." I nod and am about to say o.k. when he forces his way into me. Mother fucker it hurts, "Ouch!" He nibbles my ear and sooths me, "Shhh, quiet baby, it'll feel good, I promise!" The bitch tricks me and he has the audacity to shush me as he keeps going, pulling back a couple times and readjusting and then continuing on. Once he's all the way in he stops. I guess we're both waiting for me to adjust, but how do you adjust to another guy's penis inside you for the first time. It hurts and feels really big. And just like that it's like I am watching from outside my body. I can clearly see his piece of meat slide all the way in until it's buried and then pull out until I can see his corona. Damn, his fucking me looks hot. His sexy penis looks so cute and so inviting with a condom around it each glimpse I get of it as he pulls out. Wave after wave of something is coursing through my body, somewhere below me, somewhere within my body which is laying all the way down there on my bed. My calves flex against his neck and shoulders each time he thrusts. My ankles are crossed over behind his back and my toes curl in synch with my calves. I think I am shooting my load until I realize that Adam's handiwork is causing my dick to drool. If I didn't feel him inside me, his body slamming against mine, the view alone down my chest and belly to my spread legs, bouncing erection and his crotch kissing my hips would be enough. A silent porno of just his inches disappearing into me and emerging could cause me to blow. But there is a fantastic sensation going on inside me. I can feel him inside, hitting something wonderful. I can feel his movements in and out at my entrance and it's amazing. Like a gentle tickle, not annoying, but a more of massaging one. And he's grunting and it's hot! I am part yelping, part grunting, and panting in between and my own noises are turning me on. And then there's the wet sound of the actual act and it is hot and gets accentuated by his damp hips smacking against my sweaty hips. I feel an unstoppable orgasm coming on so I rip my used condom off in time to shoot myself in the face with my own sperm. I rarely shoot hard enough to hit my face, but a beautiful dick in my ass apparently will do the trick! As he pulls out of me one last time and leaves me with a void my moment or truth is here. I really thought I'd regret Adam being my first and not Benji, but I don't feel bad at all. Coming down from my orgasm I feel quite fine, if not wanting to burst for joy at having just gone all the way. We don't exchange words. We just smile at each other and I start to laugh. In response to Adam's `what' I pull his naked body close and attack his lips with mine. We lounge around in my bed, basking in the afterglow of our milestone sexual achievement, holding each other tightly. I again idly run my hands through Adam's hair until his whimpers at my attention turn into the relaxed breathing of sleep. We only doze shortly, when I open my eyes again Adam is smiling and looking right at me. We get under the sheets and snuggle, putting off dressing until I hear the front door creak open, "Get dressed. Now! 'Rents are home." In a flash I grab my clothes and make a dash for the washroom. Fast enough that my parents, down the hall and around the corner in the mini foyer, can't possibly even have their shoes off yet. I flush the toilet for effect. Hopping into my boxers I call out, "Mom, Dad, is that you?" "Of course it is honey, who else would it be? The Boogedy Man," My mom laughs. "I dunno, Brennan maybe. Oh and hey, look, I have a friend over. Adam, you've met him before," I lie as I do up the button of my pants, trying to plant a seed of doubt that maybe they have met him and just don't remember, "Yvonne gave me this cream stuff to wash the crap off my face. Adam needs some too so I invited him over." "It's cold cream, honey. Most women have some," My mom states. My dad pipes up, "Is it all off already? We never got a look at the finished product. I wanted to get a picture of you and Ben." "It's all messed up now, but Yvonne got tonnes of pictures of everyone at school" I reveal, stepping out into the hallway, still naked above the waist to intercept my approaching parents. Speak of the devil, I run right into Yvonne. "Well you sure look scary, I'll give you that," My mom kids as she takes in my face, which actually is the smeared results of Adam and I making out. I stare at Yvonne, blinking out my lack of comprehension to her presence as if in Morse Code until she hugs me. She looks about to cry, "Hey Duncan. Your parents dropped off the Laukkanen's so I caught a ride with them over so we could finish that thing. I guess I'll clean your faces up before we get to it." "Oh, yeah. That thing," I say as she pushes me into my room, allowing my parents to pass along to their bedroom at the end of the hall. Yvonne closes the door over and takes in Adam and I. I don't make eye contact with Adam, or look his way in hopes of not giving us away. Yvonne just nods her head at me, "I could see the used condoms on your bed from the hallway." "Oh," is all I can manage. "Yes, oh," she repeats. I'm suddenly ashamed, "Uh, well, I guess now you know about me huh?" "Yes, this would seem to be the confirmation to my suspicions," Yvonne says, wrapping me in a hug. Adam clears his throat, "I guess I should get going." "Nonsense Adam. We need to get that makeup off your face and I don't want you getting all weird in the future. C'mon boys, grab your rubbers and flush them," She commands. "Are you alright," I put my hand on her shoulder and ask Yvonne before we leave my room. She turns and smiles at me, "No. Since you ask, no, I'm not. But I'm not heartbroken either Duncan. I'm your girlfriend and you violently flinch when my breasts accidentally brush you. I might have had a clue or two!" "Yeah, it's not personal. If I were straight you would be the prefect girlfriend. You still are, even though," I say. She points to the evidence on the bed and says "Grab those and lets get you two cleaned up." After cleaning off, Adam and I take turns having a shower. While Adam has a quick one Yvonne and I talk things over. She wants to stay my girlfriend for now, until we figure out what the next step is. Our relationship has always been more friends than boyfriend-girlfriend, so really not much will change. She tries to appease me, "Duncan, you dweeb! Like I didn't know on some level. But what we have works." Adam and I walk Yvonne home and head back to my place, "That was awk! You think she's going to tell on us?" "No," I say, confident that she won't. "O.K. Can I still sleep over," he asks. After the events of the night I'd like to reflect on things alone, but the plan was to have sex, be on the couch when my parents came home and then have him stay over. Actually sleep with someone who cares enough to give me his body wholly and unconditionally. What a great plan! Realizing I have been stuck in my own head while he stares at me I answer, "Yeah, that's the plan!" We strip down to boxers once we get back to my home. I leave the door slightly open so that my mom and dad don't get suspicious, and then take Adam into my bed. With only one condom left we have a race to see who can get fully erect first. Adam does, so as a gracious loser to our contest I crown his boner and remove my boxers. I let him chose how he wants to do this. After a little effort I am on all fours and he has breached my entry. We very quietly go at it until he bites down on the side of my neck. I twist onto my side so that I can finish myself off with him still in me and cum in Adam's hands. He cleans off one hand, I clean off the other and then I swallow his dick once we remove the condom from it and clean it good too. I bunch my boxers up in front of me and scoot across the hall to the bathroom. Once I have cleaned myself up and flushed the latest evidence I slip my boxers back on and go back to my room. Walking into the room I get hit with the heady funk of what we've been up to. On a whiteboard on the back of the door is a note Brennan left me in September. `Mini-me, I'm only a phone call away. Love, Bren' it says. Beneath it I scribble the word candles. I slip into the blankets that Adam lifts for me. We make out before finding a comfortable position to doze off. [to be continued]