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				Title: <strong>Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 01:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls<br><br>Friday evening always bought a sense of relief at the Ranch.&nbsp; No college for two days, although tonight there was a celebratory air as college had finished for a month.&nbsp; Micki would have lots of help over the next four weeks, ideal as it was coming into the busy period.&nbsp; There were twelve cows due to calf, the chickens needed to be taken from their winter quarters to the free range run.&nbsp; Plenty to keep them all busy, not to mention that the barn needed a coat of paint and the tractor was in need of a good service.<br><br>The three girls each had chores, they each helped around the farm and Micki didnt charge them, instead they worked for their keep and board.&nbsp; It worked out well.&nbsp; People wouldnt believe that Micki was in her mid 30's she looked good for her age.&nbsp; Long blonde hair, bright intelligent blue eyes.&nbsp; She was a beautiful looking woman, although she tended to wear her hair up now, under scarfs or hats.<br><br>She had been out with old Harvey, their prized bull all day.&nbsp; He had trodden on something that had imbedded itself in his foot, she had been bathing it in water.&nbsp; The silly bugger had been like a baby, but then he was her baby, she loved that Bull with a passion.&nbsp; He always serviced the cows well, this year twelve of her thirty-three head herd were expecting, a great number for the small ranch.<br><br>Friday evening was a time to celebrate.&nbsp; The skies were growing darker as she opened the oven door, checking on the pie that she had baked for tonight.&nbsp; They always sat around the large oval table in the kitchen, sharing the tales of the day and planning the weekend.&nbsp; She had gone into town this morning, done a big shop and the cupboards were stocked full, enough to last them at least two weeks.<br><br>Pulling the pie out she placed it in the centre of the table, there were a selection of vegetables, a couple of bottles of wine and freshly baked bread, not to mention home churned butter.&nbsp; if they could make it they did.<br><br>Grabbing a wooden spoon she picked up a saucepan and banged on it loudly, "COME AND GET IT" she shouted out the open window, knowing the girls were out finishing their chores.
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				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 03:41:47</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> By his SUV parked off the road. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>As light begins to fade, a truck drives down a lonly country road. Inside at the wheel is Bob Richard. A master hacker and a gun-nut. With him is several other low lifes fresh from the pin. As they come to a hill, the truck pulls over 10 off the road. Knowing that they need to get ready, Cyrus says "The clothes you asked for are in the bags under each of your seats." When he was finished he pulled out his box of cuba cigars and light it not before getting out of the SUV leaving the box in the middle console.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Cyrus's SUV</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/yhst-54734705425182/vr575-apv.jpg)<br>(http://www.zercustoms.com/news/images/Ford/Hennessey-APV-Ford-Raptor-SuperCrew-3.jpg)</div></div><br>As the evening breeze blow, Cyrus took another deep puff of his cigar. "Alright Frank. The edge of her property line is is farther up the road. You remember our deal. For me helping you and these others out, you will give me my money or whatever I see fit in exchange for my services." Cyrus said as he turned to the group of men. He then walked towards the drivers side and opened a metal box under the seat. After he reaches in, he pulls out two pistols and asked the group, "Who other than me knows how to use this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 03:59:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> The stables<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Maranda and Miz.<br><br>At first, Mary had felt out of place in her new surroundings, she was in an unfamiliar country with an unfamiliar culture. Living at the ranch with Micki and the other girls had changed all that and helped Mary to settle in. <br><br>Luckily none of the other girls including her host knew of Mary's lesbianism, a secret that she planned to keep to herself, through fear of them turning on her. Anyway, Mary didn't have any sexual feelings towards the women she was staying with. To her, the other's were more like sisters, perhaps with Micki as her temporary mother.<br><br>Mary had been taking care of the horses in the stable and was putting out the final hay bag for the mare's evening feed as she heard Micki's voice calling her from the near distance. Micki's voice coupled with the sound of wood rapidly banging against metal could only mean one thing, especially at this time of day. <br><br>Mary hurried her action as she quickly tied the final quick-release knot and skipped to the storage room next to the stables. Once there she removed the apron that she had donned to keep the muck and the hay off of her clothing. She hung the apron up and patted herself down before smiling to herself and leaving the barn, closing and locking it behind her.<br><br>Mary tried to remain calm, but the aroma of freshly baked pie was warming the air she breathed and soon the petite brunette was bouncing towards the kitchen, desperate for some tasty nourishment. <br><br>On her arrival, she kicked of her muddy boots before entering the home and made her way into the kitchen. Looking up at Micki with a childish glee in her eyes, Mary smiled politely and stood by the table, waiting for the other girls to join them before letting her eyes and nose be directed to the wonderful meal presented before her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 04:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chicken Coop/Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz<br><hr><br>Maranda Hardin, or Mara, loved working on the ranch. She'd been raised on a similar farm in Indiana, and it felt like she was at home when she was here. She loved working with her hands, and she loved working out in nature. She also adored the animals, and she liked the other girls who lived and worked there. Micki was really like a mother to them all, and Mara respected her greatly.<br><br>She was currently feeding the chickens for the night when she heard the dinner call. Smiling, she finished feeding the chickens and closed up the coop for the night. Rushing over to the house, she saw Mary and Micki already in the kitchen, and the food smelled great. She liked to cook as well, but Micki was great at it and seemed to enjoy it. <br><br>Slipping out of her wellies, she walked into the kitchen and over to the sink to wash her hands. When she was done, she turned back to the others and took her usual seat at the table. Micki had the table all set, but Mara poured everyone some water and then waited patiently for Miz to show up.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 06:18:26</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the SUV<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>"And I'm sure you remember that whatever you see fit has limits, can't be going around claiming dibs on everything." He said it to Cyrus but he hoped the others would get the picture too, he had made sure that each had a real idea of what could be made out of this, but he wasn't going to let someone get too greedy and ruin everything.<br><br>As Cyrus offered the gun, he reached for it instantly and took it "I'm sure most anyone here knows how to use it but I'm keeping it." He wanted to be sure nobody would just start shooting, the girls in the ranch and his bitch of an ex wife would make nice victims, and none of them should die because someone got nervous. He trusted the guys he had chosen to an extent but he trusted himself more than any of them.<br><br>He reached into the bag that was ready for him, and saw the handcuffs, and played with them briefly as he thought of how close his revenge finally was.
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				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 06:38:28</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki_088_zps7c10d5bf.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Katsu Koga<br><strong>Location:</strong> In SUV&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>New clothes at last, Katsu was happy for the least, to be wearing something other than the common jumpsuits that everyone else wore. Happy to the extent that he didn't shy from getting changed then and there.&nbsp; If there was anything he adored the most, it was standing out. Though right now his odd tastes for fashion were tamed, the last thing he needed was any raised brows thrown his way. Luckily he got one of the bags with the cuffs, something he didn’t mind to have either at his side. A scalpel or other sharp blade would be much more preferred,&nbsp; but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Quietly he slipped the cuffs into one of the pocket sleeves of his suit. “What about the hat, you think it looks good on me? Me with the hat.”He begun, adjusting the fedora, before removing it. “Me without the hat. Me with the hat.” He ended up putting it back on, ruffling his brown locks in the process. “Me without the hat.” <br><br>By the time the guns were introduced he had stopped his current shenanigans. The hat was currently removed, being twirled absentmindedly along his index finger as he studied the weapons. “Not I. Guns are often too noisy. Good intimidation, though. I’ll be likely to shoot one of&nbsp; you in the foot or myself with such things and I doubt anyone wants that. Though I always wanted to be a cowboy..” His voice hummed, clearly amused with himself as he lifted the hat back up and slipped it over upon his head. His index finger tipping the end, bringing the fedora to dip down over his right eye as he added in a more serious note. “Or an American gangster.”<br><br>&nbsp;His hand extended, though not for the remaining gun, instead for something else that the weapon handler may have. “If you have a blade, I will gladly take it. A switchblade, preferably, but a knife will always do.” Katsu did have a way with sharp things, enough to the point of parting with the cuffs he had just to be able to practice his cuts once more. His attention drifting to the others, curios of just how much he can trust them and if such things were mutual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 06:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Barn, then Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Mara<br><hr><br>Mizuki Morikawa stroked the cows as they chewed on their special nutritious feed, specially mixed for the pregnant cows. Of all the farm animals, Miz loved the cows the most. Their slow and peaceful nature helped her unwind when she was stressed with assignments in college. Miz smiled to think there would not be any more assignments for the next month or so, though. Much as she loved studying, Miz enjoyed term breaks, where she could slow, lazy mornings with the farm animals, more.<br><br>It was Miz's second year living in America. Born in Japan, Miz had won a scholarship to study in an American college. Initially, Miz had been afraid that she would be laughed at for her accent, but the people in this rural town were friendly and open towards her. The other ladies on the farm where Miz was staying, in particular, encouraged Miz to get over her shyness and patient in helping to improve her language. Though Miz missed her family in Japan, she was glad to find a new "family" here, with Mara and Mary as sisters, and Micki as an older sister or mother.<br><br>The smell of freshly baked pie wafted across the fields and Miz soon heard the banging of wood against metal. As Pavlov's dogs were trained to react to the bell, the sound made Miz's stomach growl. "Dinner time!" she gleefully told Clover, a beautiful white cow with brown spots. "You be a good girl and finish your dinner, kay? And your calf will be nice and strong, with beautiful fur, like you!" Giving Clover a final pat on the head, Miz began to undo the strings on the apron she was wearing, revealing the conservative long sleeved striped top and dark blue jeans she wore underneath. Her muddy boots plodded through the fields as she reached the kitchen door just behind Mara. Taking her boots off and placing them neatly by the door, Miz washed her hands thoroughly, making sure to clean under her trim fingernails too. Besides liking to be clean and neat, Miz knew Micki had high standards of cleanliness in her house too. <br><br>"Sorry I'm late!" she said as she sat down at her usual place at the table, nodding her thanks as Mara poured her a glass of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 07:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Cryus’s SUV&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br><hr><br>Turbo was glad to finally have some decent clothes to wear.&nbsp; Frankly, he was getting sick of that orange jump suit and wanted to feel like a human being again.&nbsp; Once he pulled on his new clothes, he checked to make sure he could move around freely in them.&nbsp; He supposed the size didn't matter too much as long as they weren't uncomfortable.&nbsp; It wasn't like he had much of a choice, anyway.&nbsp; He picked up the duffel bag and rummaged through its contents, taking note that unlike Katsu and Frank, his bag did not have handcuffs.&nbsp; He wondered about the wisdom of bringing only enough handcuffs for their targets.&nbsp; Wouldn't it be better for each of them to carry two handcuffs each in case they came upon the targets separately?&nbsp; What if one of the pairs of handcuffs broke?<br><br>As soon as Cryus brought out the two pistols, Turbo stepped forward to grab one of them, but Frank managed to beat him to the punch.&nbsp; He held out his hand and said, "I'll take the other one."<br><br>Turbo was confident that out of the entire group, he was the one most trained to handle a gun.&nbsp; He was, after all, a former SWAT officer.&nbsp; For him, it only made sense that he be one of them ones who carried a gun.&nbsp; Fortunately, it appeared that Katsu chose not to take a gun and wisely so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 14:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls<br><br>The girls arrived one by one, washing work dirtied hands they all smiled. Everyone fitted in here, Micki did her best to give them a nice relaxed place to call home.&nbsp; Mary was first, then Mara and finally Miz.&nbsp; Micki loved the fact their names all began with 'M'.&nbsp; <br><br>"Right one of you open the wine" she gestured at the bottle of white in a cooler on the table, there were four glasses next to it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Chicken &amp; bacon pie" she said, cutting into it and watching the steam rise.&nbsp; "Who wants first slice?" she asked, looking across the table.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a chill in the air, spring evenings often did turn cooler after the warmth of the day.&nbsp; "Miz, can you close the window please?&nbsp; Theres a real chill in the air tonight" she aid, placing the pie on plates.<br><br>There were creamed potatoes, carrots and butter sweetcorn in bowls on the table, and a jug of Micki's famous chicken gravy.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was some home made ice cream for after if anyone wanted it.&nbsp; Micki loved cooking, there was always plenty of home made goodies for them to snack on.<br><br>Once everyone was served and settled Micki spoke, "so tell me about your day? Anyone got any assignments for the break?" she liked to know what the girl had to do, assignments took priority over farm chores and she was a stickler for making sure they did their assignments first.&nbsp; They were like her own daughters.&nbsp; She had always wanted children, but her first husband had made sure she never would.&nbsp; She had been pregnant once, but he had not wanted the child and made her go to a 'friend' of his who carried out an abortion.&nbsp; The resulting infection had put her in hospital for a week, resulting in a hysterectomy.&nbsp; She would never have her own, so she looked after other peoples, trying to protect them.<br><br>Luckily here they were secluded.&nbsp; The college was church run, very exclusive and girls only.&nbsp; Micki was one of their best student houses, the college liked to have their girls in homes with at least an older woman, someone they could turn too when things were getting tough.&nbsp; Their unusual approach to looking after their students worked.&nbsp; The girls were all happy, relaxed and their grades where the best in the state.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 16:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Cryus’s SUV&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>Victor sat there silently listening to Cyrus's instructions, seeing Frank jump to get the gun and even Katsu's that what his name was wasn't it, antics with the cloths. Victor had been generally a patient man except maybe when a certain female would caught his attention and he had to have her. But he was content to be laid back and let the others handle the fighting and himself doing the part he did best.<br><br>He pulled the bag out slowly, sorting through the few items and finding a pair of jeans and shirt and stood up. His voice when he spoke cultured and confident, speaking softly and unhurried. Victor wasn't a violent or brutal man and wasn't suppose to survive the prison well he had actually managed to curve out a corner for himself with his intelligence and confidence which was evident in the way he acted. "I think we should all get changed out of the jumpsuit. There's no reason to alert the women at their first glance of us is there?"<br><br>He got himself out the SUV and started to slip out of the jumpsuit quickly and efficiently. He wasn't someone who would have been casual about getting naked in front of a bunch of guys but the jail had lacked for privacy in the showers. And given that they planned to get service by a few women or girls together in a closed place, concern for modesty really looked out of place. But he had at least turned his back and was quick about it still.<br><br>The man knew that he was probably the oldest of the gang and most unfit. And even the side or back view of him would reveal the growing soft underbelly or lack of toned muscle that most of the gang had. But he was still a fairly large man who should be able to handle any of the girls. And what he lacked in physical strength was somewhat covered by his measured thinking. <br><br>He couldn't help but wonder about the number of girls there or their experience or the quibbles about who gets to play with what. Despite all his sexual antics he had never shared a woman or played around in front of other guys. He wondered if anyone would feel self conscious about it. Victor had learned not to. He expected that he wouldn't be but without experience it was hard to tell.<br><br>Those thoughts swiftly flashed through his head as he pulled the jeans up and turned to get back inside the SUV for the last leg of the journey. "Frank, I know its a ranch and all. But do they generally keep enough food around? It would be really helpful if no one had to go to the town for a few days. Who knows whose photo would be out in the news and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 16:45:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chicken Coop/Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz<br><hr><br>Smiling as Miz sat down, Mara helped Micki whenever she could and generally made sure the other girls were happy. The girls were all near the same age, but Mara was a bit older than both of them (by a year in Miz's case), and she was naturally maternal. She might not be able to take care of herself very well, but she could take care of animals, other people and the ranch. <br><br>She hoped that during the month they had off, Micki might let her help with the meals. After a semester of stress, it would be nice to simply relax for a while and maybe even improve her skills. Mara waited for the others to be served before she took hers. Part of that was her guilt at taking anything first, and part of it was because she was very sensitive to heat, and she knew she'd have to let the pie cool down anyway. It looked and smelled delicious, but as a pot pie kept all the heat inside, it stayed steaming for much longer than normal. <br><br>She cut into her slice some more to let some of the heat out, and then took a modest serving of each vegetable. Miz and Mary were both very slender and petite, whereas Mara and Micki were a bit curvier. Mara thought that the other three girls were very attractive, but (at least as of now) she didn't have any sexual feelings toward women. If she had known about Mary, though, it wouldn't have bothered her in the least.<br><br>Mara was rubbish at opening wine, so she left that to one of the others as she waited for everyone to be served. When they were, she bowed her head to give a small personal prayer before beginning to eat. At Micki's question, she nodded.<br><br>"I have a 10 page paper on a comparison between Olaf I and Olaf II of Norway and the Christianization of Norway."<br><br>She blushed.<br><br>"Although that probably sounds incredibly boring to you all."<br><br>She was nerdy. She admitted it, and she loved history and she loved learning. As she ate, she listened to the other girls and then spoke up when there was a lull.<br><br>"Oh. And I found another young hen dead this morning. I'm not sure what's going on, but this is the third one within a month."<br><br>She looked genuinely sad as she thought about the bird, but was determined to find the culprit. However, she didn't want to bring down the atmosphere.<br><br>"Anyway, I was thinking that perhaps tomorrow we could all go riding. It's been a while since we've just ridden for fun."<br><br>She smiled as she thought of it and continued to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 17:05:21</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the SUV<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>Frank left "Turbo" and Cyrus to deal with their gun issues, he knew why he had taken that gun, the truth of the matter was that he doubted Cyrus only had 2 handguns and he wondered what else would be inside the van but he figured it was best to keep those thoughts to himself. When Katsu spoke he reassured his impression that the boy was a psycho, granted that was why he had made it along for the trip.<br><br>He then turned to Victor as he asked about the food "City boy people in ranches don't like to go to the store every other day for things, everything is kept on supply when possible, and that bitch has a very strict routine doubt she has changed she probably bought things in the past few days. Also far as food goes we'll have not only the ranch but also some nice girls working for us, so the land will provide."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 19:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> The stables<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Maranda and Miz.<br><br>Mary went over to the sink and washed her hands, then sniffing them to make sure they didn't still smell like 'horse pong' as she referred to the smell of the stables. She then walked quietly around the table, her tiny feet making little sound against the floor in her small, white ankle socks as she slide into a seat and listened to Mara speak of her day and her plans.<br><br>Mary sipped at her water, wishing to gulp it down after a hard days work in the sun, but trying to be polite and lady-like. She took the glass away from her mouth but held it in her hand as she added to Mara's comments.<br><br><strong>"Pie! Yummy, yum."</strong> Mary exclaimed, keeping a girlish look of glee on her face as she eyed up the results of Micki's beautiful baking skills. <br><br><strong>"I have a lot off research to do..."</strong> She then remember how long she had to complete her work before returning to college. <strong>"... but a ride does sound nice."</strong> Referring to Mara's question of some horseback riding the following day.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 22:27:01</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRU5NpprYzEyehkT_mKWLls1LPW6tBmI_BGDFUaO8BQBlpS47EB) <div style="text-align: right;"></div><strong>Name:</strong>John Eiselmann<br><strong>Location:</strong>In the SUV<br><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening 1800<br><strong>With:</strong>The guys<br><br>John sat and watched as the few guns were handed out , even f he had been inclined to use a gun, claims had been staked and quickly, his personal preference , when he felt a weapon was needed, was the knife, sweet delicious and silent , the knife meant you were serious, it inflicted pain without death and so many women had a fear of disfigurement that producing a blade could reduce even the most resistant bitch into a jabbering mess.<br><br>John had been observing his fellow escapees since before this little trip , since the moment he met them, he was the last to join the group but John knew he'd proven himself quite capable , without revealing his true capabilities.<br><br>He'd been picked up by police just three months earlier , he'd been walking a woman to a secluded area of a local park , she'd been an arrogant bitch when he'd met her, perfect teeth, hair and tits, six months later she was a compliant whore...his whore like so many others. He had arranged for a dozen men to take her ,each had paid exactly one dollar for the privilege ,money he would let her keep so she knew her true value, the police had been there waiting because one fool had been caught speeding to the area and spilled the beans and the bitch had then broken down and confirmed everything and so much more.<br><br>Thanks to a Justice system filled to capacity he was housed in prison rather than an overcrowded county jail it took less than a day for a thug to target him, the beating John received had been quite brutal sending him to prison hospital for a month, upon his release he enacted his revenge , the prison authorities found Mr Clem Meyerson in the showers his penis removed and then force fed into his mouth held in place by tape, a week later his teacher friend discovered the dirty little secret of a rather attractive nurse who worked in the prison hospital ,John's stock had risen , the pretty nurse turned out to be a fantastic fuck and seemingly quite happy to accommodate various men and other long hard items ...and that's what he was hoping for from this little venture , that and enough money to evade the authorities and get him and his teacher friend out of the country were he'd be able to start again.<br><br>Opening the bag John smiled , dark blue...he liked dark blue clothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 01:00:32</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the SUV<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>Everyone seemed change and ready, the plan was simple, they would drive up and the most clean looking ones would ask for help nicely, as soon as they managed to get in the others would follow, each one keeping their eyes in controlling different targets. He would be the last one to come in, maybe someone would get suspicious and his ex-wife wasn't the most trusting woman in the world, but as soon as she saw him she would know something bad for her was happening.<br><br>"Time to go in everyone, I'm sure you all remember what to do, just stick to the plan."<br><br>He moved closer to the front "Ok, Cyrus drive up close to the entrance but make sure we can't be seen getting our of the van."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 10:26:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls<br><br>Micki smiled at the easy chatter around the table, they all got on well which made life a lot easier.&nbsp; "You all know my feelings on your studies, so spend the morning doing some preparation, I'll do the chores I have to do and then we'll head out in the afternoon, I want to go check the far side of the property, that fence was looking a bit worse for wear the last time I was over there." She commented.<br><br>"Now, I was thinking that tonight, once we've washed up we should watch some movies, maybe play a game of scrabble?" She suggested, their scrabble games often turned into drinking matches, something that was fun and she enjoyed immensely.<br><br>The small talk continued a they ate, laughing and joking, chatting in a way that only true friends can.&nbsp; They had no idea that their lives were about to change forever.<br><br>OOC: Feel free to get the guys to the ranch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 16:23:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Barn, then Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Mara<br><hr><br>"Oh, goodie, pie!" Miz exclaimed in delight, clapping her hands as she got up to close the window as Micki had requested. "Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine-two-six-five-three something!" She giggled, giddy with happiness. The other girls knew how much of a geek she was, so she didn't feel shy saying something weird like that in front of them. Besides, they were the ones who had patiently taught her the nuances of the English language, including puns like the one she had just made, doing a word play on the delicious pastry Micki had baked and the mathematical constant.<br><br>She nodded enthusiastically as she heard Mara talk about going for a ride. "Ooooh, yes, let's do that! The weather these days has been wonderful!" Picking the wine bottle up, she opened it and poured the wine out for everyone. As she poured, she tried to recall what assignments she had. "Oh yes, I've that paper on microbiology to write ..." She wrinkled her nose. Microbiology was boring to her. Bacteria did not move. They had no feelings and could not show affection, unlike the animals she loved. Still, it was important that she study that if she wanted to become a doctor or a nurse. "Yes, a ride would definitely be better than microbiology..." <br><br>Miz groaned when Micki suggested scrabble as an after-dinner activity. "Oh no, I always lose..." she said in dismay. Despite working hard on her language, Miz definitely could not compare to the others. She was only joking, however. The others knew how much she loved the game. In the end, all of them would just end up drinking whether they won or lost, so it barely made any difference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 17:28:44</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ranch<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br>As Frank took the gun and said that everyone here knew how to use it, Cyrus shook his head knowing they didnt understand what he meant. When katsu asked for a knife, Cyrus stepped around to the back and opened a box that had 5 more handcuffs, 2 stunguns, and 2 6"inch knifes. " Ok, grab what you want and here Ed. But these pistols are loaded with blanks for now so we kill the girls. I have the real ammo and I will give you two the ammo if the cops show up. Now pile in the SUV when you are done taking my stuff." While saying that Cyrus turned to turbo and handed him the second gun.<br><br>When everyone was done with getting dressed and got into the vehicle, Cyrus drove to the ranch. Cyrus thought on the plan as he turned in the driveway. 'The animals would give them up if they walked in, so be the center of attention.' As they pulled up, Cyrus said "Ok Victor and John. You two and me will go up to the door. Once we get in, I will hit the car lock on my keys, which is the signal for the others to come in." Once they stopped the car near the front of the house, Cyrus got out a road map and started argueing with Victor as they got out of the vehicle. "You told me to make that right and now look. Were lost. But atleast we found a place to ask for directions. Lets hope the owners aint no old couple that havent been out in 20 years."<br><br>As Cyrus walked up to the door he looked at the map as if he was really lost. Then he knocked on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 20:06:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chicken Coop/Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Cyrus<br><hr><br>Mara ate quietly as she listened to the others and nodded.<br><br>"Yeah. I mean, if we're going riding, we might as well get some work done as well."<br><br>Smiling at Miz's child-like enthusiasm, she turned to Mary.<br><br>"If you want some help researching, I love that kind of stuff."<br><br>At Micki's words, she chuckled.<br><br>"Scrabble sounds good, but I don't want to hear you guys whining when I beat you again."<br><br>She winked and grinned, showing that she was kidding. However, she was quite good at Scrabble and tended to be the last one playing the game before the drinking. Standing up to get some more napkins, she heard the knock. Frowning, she turned to Micki.<br><br>"Are you expecting someone?"<br><br>Visitors that were unplanned were rare out here, but Mara went to the door and opened it. Smiling at the man, she blocked his entry, but looked kindly at him.<br><br>"Hi. Can I help you?"<br><br>She heard something vague about directions, but it was odd that they got all the way out here. Still, she could get lost in her own driveway, so she understood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 20:22:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the Door&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus &amp; John<br><br>Victor joined Cyrus as asked, knowing that his look was perfect for the role of soothing the inhabitants of the Ranch to think that they were an innocent party. He had always loved the shock in a woman's face realizing what kind of pervert he showed them what he was really into.<br><br>"You are the one who had the mile marker wrong. Its not my fault that the road didn't line up after that", he grumbled at Cyrus while they walked, looking over the map between their hands as they walked toward the door. Victor holding quite a look of irritation as they moved toward the door.<br><br>Victor's eyes took in the young lovely woman standing at the door. He was careful not to show his reaction to the pretty girl after the long bout of jail time without girls. He was careful not to let his eyes roam over what looked like a very lush body but kept his eyes on the face. Yet from the corner of the eyes he could see that she was quite a lovely thing.<br><br>His voice as he looked between Cyrus and the girl still held that irritation, "why don't you show her the map and see if she agrees with me that you missed the mile marker", he grumbled. He then faced the girl fully and gave her a charming smile, "Hi! sorry I'm Victor, Victor Gruber. As you can see Cyrus here kind of messed up and we are kind of lost". He pointed at Cyrus and it was clear he was trying to put the other guy as the one who had messed up in front of a beautiful girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:29:47</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRU5NpprYzEyehkT_mKWLls1LPW6tBmI_BGDFUaO8BQBlpS47EB) <div style="text-align: right;"></div><strong>Name:</strong>John Eiselmann<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the door<br><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening 1800<br><strong>With:</strong>With Victor, Cyrus and some female.<br><br><br>John knew why he'd been selected , bring the helpless nerd, he'd been that person once and it was a persona he slipped into with ease, what could a nerd do other than look at a pretty girl and hope she might bless him with a smile before ignoring him, in that he was the opposite to Victor who used charm to disarm, both methods effective for their needs.<br><br>He looked at the girl with a little more obvious desire in his eyes , he could get away with it, at school and now at work he was suppose to look at women like this one with a degree of desire to not do so would be suspicious of course ...so he gave her that oft look he gave women...the 'wow you're pretty wish I could get the attention of someone like you...one day maybe', according to one of his few high school friends that was in fact a genuine look.<br><br>"Um...." John said quietly ,neither man paid attention to him "Ah...." his voice weakly trying to get a word in edge wise , then he just blurted out " ..sorry is there anywhere near were mobile coverage might be ..I need to ring my mom and well.." now to sound kinda pathetic "...she'll be freaking about now since we're kinda lost...ah sorry"<br><br>Inside masked carefully he looked forward to this bitch being on her knees and by the sound of things inside there were other females&nbsp; to bring to heel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:36:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls<br><br>When the door knocked Micki frowned, looking at Mara she shook her head, "no, you know no one comes calling out here" she told the girl.&nbsp; As Mara went to answer it she stood, moving to the door of the room and watching.<br><br>She stepped up when they said about being lost, three guys by the looks of it, and the third one made her smile, "why don't you come in? We have a land line you can use, sadly cell coverage is terrible out here" she offered, not thinking of the dangers, but just about a mother worrying about her son.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:52:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> The stables<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Maranda and Miz.<br><br>As she was again sipping her water, Miz made her laugh, almost blowing bubbles into her drink. Mary herself wasn't great at scrabble, not because her vocabulary or spelling sucked, more because of her impatience, childish attitude. She would just throw down whichever word first came into her head and then instantly regret it when she spotted a higher scoring words seconds later.<br><br>The knock at the door silenced her however, Mary wondered who it could be, wondering these roads after dark. Luckily Mara was already up and one her way to answer it, so Mary slumped back in her chair and lifted her little legs up and crossed them as she sat on her seat 'Buddha-style'.<br><br>She could hear Mara talking, but couldn't figure out what exactly was said. She heard male voices though, bringing back a fear that she had not had to deal with recently... strangers... male strangers.<br><br>Mary hear Micki invite them in to use the land-line and suddenly felt rather nervous, a cold trickle ran along her spine as she grabbed her feet, holding her legs up in the chair. She was afraid to be in a house with strange men, but ultimately, she trusted Micki's judgement and after all... it was her property.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:59:27</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRU5NpprYzEyehkT_mKWLls1LPW6tBmI_BGDFUaO8BQBlpS47EB) <div style="text-align: right;"></div><strong>Name:</strong>John Eiselmann<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the door and coming inside the house<br><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening 1800<br><strong>With:</strong>With Victor, Cyrus and pretty ladies.<br><br>"Wow I mean ah thank you...I " then John said relief in his voice " that would be great thank you" he said to the second woman , the one who smiled at him like he was cute and harmless...he'd almost wished she'd smirked. Stepping forward John walked into the house and saw the other females ...fun..., he blushed&nbsp; and mumbled a weak hello.<br><br>Before looking to the lady who had given him permission to use the phone, reaching&nbsp; to his back pocket he pulled out a wallet, currently empty."...Ah look sorry I...I just realised its long distance...I ...I can pay of course its just a quick call to check in..is that okay" Peter took a casual step aside to ensure he wasn't blocking the entrance, that and he'd seen a knife his movement so casual and innocent made him the closet person to the weapon.<br><br>Now it was just a matter of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 02:57:00</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki_088_zps7c10d5bf.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Katsu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Property Lines <br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Himself<br><br>Katsu squealed with glee after the other items were produced and he hurriedly took one of the knives that were presented in the additional box. Now he was ready and that was enough to temporally shut him up within the SUV. For that short amount of time during the trip, the group had to put up with him opening the blade and closing it on various times. His hazel eyes gleaming with excitement as he looked over the metal, casually he ran an index finger along the edge to test the sharpness. Having this in his hand just made him want to stab someone, anyone, but he had to control himself. After the SUV pulled up to the spot and while the first group was in the process of getting out, Katsu closed the knife and bluntly stated. “Feels like I just had sex.” A chuckle followed afterwards, proving just how disturbed he truly was. His hands slipped into his pockets, casually placing the knife within the opposing pocket of where the handcuffs were.<br><br>Now then, where should he start? His eyes examined the building and where everyone had entered from the front, but not Katsu. There were plenty of other openings that could lead to possible escape, he was not sure how service was out here either, but he rather be safe than sorry. He removed one hand from his pocket, tipping his fedora further down over his eye, before circling the building. He was careful, trying to avoid as much sight as possible from the outside windows. This was a common practice that he had worked on through the years, always scoping a residence out, before acting. In a case scenario of possibility of multi victims, he had to be certain where best to strike. Let the guys be the decoy and for him to do something more drastic and ballsy.<br><br>He found what he was looking for, an outside circuit box. It did not appeared to be used in awhile, but he was sure this was what he needed to toy with. He pried the box open, grinning at the various switches to the power. There was not any need for him to be shy in going about his business. Ideally this worked better closer to dark, but it was close enough and he rather not dick around if there was another phone in the house and if someone tried to use it. “One. Two. Katsu’s going to get you.” The clicks followed to the first two circuits, turning them off. “Three. Four. Fuck you like a whore.” Two more were turned off. “Five. Six. Are you ready for some animal dicks?” The next circuits were turned off as he continued to hum his tune lowly to himself. “Seven. Eight. You will never walk straight.” Just a few more to go and his fingers ran across the remaining ones, musing that wicked warped tune of his. “Nine. Ten. We will start over again.” And then all the circuits were finally turned off throughout the entire house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 03:17:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chicken Coop/Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Cyrus, Victor, John<br><hr><br>Unlike most of the other girls, Mara didn't have any issues with men. She obviously didn't have much experience with them, but she felt no fear or worry around them either. She also was the kind of girl to walk down a dark alley without a hint of fear, so she simply smiled at the man...well, two men...now three men at the door. <br><br>The first one looked a bit harder and more serious than the other two, whereas the others looked rather non-threatening. There was a handsome older man that reminded her of a father-like figure, and then a younger man who seemed like the shy nerdy kid from high school. Truthfully, she'd hung out with a lot of nerds, as she was one as well, so she never considered herself different from guys like him.<br><br>When Micki came to the door and opened it wide, Mara smiled and stepped aside.<br><br>"Micki can probably help you more with the map as well, since I can get lost in my own driveway."<br><br>That's when the power suddenly went off and Mara frowned. That was odd. It wasn't storming, and she knew that Micki always paid the utility bills on time. <br><br>"Huh. That's weird..."<br><br>She went over and found her boots before grabbing a flashlight from under the kitchen sink.<br><br>"I'll go check the circuit box, see if that darn switch got turned off again."<br><br>The switch was old and occasionally got stuck in the 'off' position. Making her way outside, Mara prepared to head toward the circuit box.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 16:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Barn, then Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, mostly<br><hr><br>Curious as she was about their visitors, Miz stayed in the kitchen with Mary. She usually became self-conscious and shy around strangers, both men and women alike. Part of it was due to the fact that her older brother never let any strangers near his dear baby sister, so Miz never learnt how to properly interact with people she didn't know. The other part of it was due to her consciousness about her Japanese accent.<br><br>Miz pushed her food around on her plate, listening to the conversation outside. Beside her, Mary held her legs to herself on the chair. Miz knew Mary felt just as shy as she was around strange men. She put an arm around her to comfort her. "It's alright," she whispered, encouragingly. "Sounds like they had a vehicle breakdown, that's all. A tow truck will be here soon, and they'll be gone."<br><br>Just as she said that last word, the lights suddenly flicked off. There was an uncomfortable silence in the house as the conversation outside stopped abruptly. Miz could not even hear the hum of the fridge or the buzz of the electricity generator outside. It was as if Miz was suddenly deprived of her senses of sight and hearing. Shuddering, Miz hugged Mary even tighter, as if trying to comfort herself as well as her fellow boarder and sister.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 19:26:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Sitting with Miz.<br>Miz's comforting arm didn't go unnoticed, Mary felt it wrap around her like a life preserver. She felt a little better after Miz added her soothing verbal comforts in her cute accent. Unfortunately, before Mary could respond and show her appreciation of Miz's attempt to calm her nerves, the ranch became void of energy. <br><br>Mary jumped and her eyes opened wide, her pupils dilated as a natural reaction to sudden darkness and she threw her arms around Miz's neck to bring the two of them closer together. It's not that Mary had a fear of the dark, not in it's self. Her fear was being in a dark room in the middle of nowhere with strange men, a nightmare coming true indeed.<br><br>"Miz..." Mary whispered into the darkness. She could hear her own breathing rate increase, a clear sign to whoever was close enough to hear that Mary was close to panicking. "Stay with me Miz..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 20:09:51</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ranch<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Cyrus, Victor, John<br><br>As a girl answered the door, Cyrus looked at her and his face turned from somewhat upset to a charming tone of voice." Good there is some one home. Hello miss, we are sorry to bother you but we are lost." Cyrus said before John talked to the girl which made Cyrus moved his hand up to his face and added to Johns sentence. "Yeah. cousin. You better call your mother or she will have my hide. I know how auntie gets." After John walked inside the lights went off, knowing this might be something the others did, Cyrus pulled out his keychain and hit the lock button on the remote for his SUV. Then he hunted the little LED flashlight on the keychain to give some bit of light in the dark house. <br><br>When the girl that answered the door said she will go check the circuit box, Cyrus said, "While we are here might as well help you out. I used to work as a electrician for a construction company. Victor, John. See if you two can help the girls inside out." As Cyrus said that he began to follow Mara just 3 feet behind her. When they were around the corner, Cyrus began to get closer to her while he used the LED flashlight to light the path up between them. He knew the others would move quickly so he prepared to subdue his new plaything. <br><br>Once they were out of sight, Cyrus dropped the light and throw his right arm around her neck where her chin was resting on his elbow while at the same time his left hand covered her mouth. With her in a sleeper hold, Cyrus pick her of her feet to make her pass out even faster. He knew she wouldn't last no more than 15 seconds before she would go unconscious. Once she stopped moving and he was sure she wasnt faking, he eased her to the ground and started handcuffing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 20:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus<br><hr><br>The first man...the more dangerous looking one...said that he had been an electrician, and she smiled.<br><br>"Sure. You're welcome to come, but it's more than likely just the old switches. They get stuck sometimes."<br><br>She led him around to the back of the house, but as soon as they turned the corner, she felt his arm go around her neck.<br><br>"Hey! What...."<br><br>But his hand soon covered her mouth, and she immediately started fighting. Kicking and struggling, she screamed behind his palm and then felt her body being lifted. Legs flailing, she reached up and tried to yank his arm away, but he was strong...incredibly strong. As she ran out of air, she panicked and fought harder...which only served to make her pass out more quickly.<br><br>After a while, her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered before going limp in his arms. When he handcuffed her, she didn't move. She was out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 21:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls &amp; the bad men&nbsp; :P<br><br>Something didn't sit right with Micki. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was a sense of danger in her belly.&nbsp; When the lights went out she stepped back into the kitchen, concerned that Mara was not thinking.&nbsp; What was the girl thinking about?&nbsp; It was darker than she had thought, she felt for the door, closing it firmly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Girl, get under the table.&nbsp; Hold onto each other" She told them, grabbing a chair and wedging it under the door.. She moved to the window, locking it shut.&nbsp; The backdoor was a sheet of glass, it wouldnt last long if hit by a brick, but it might give the girls some time.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a gun closet in her room, but she couldnt get to it.&nbsp; She selected a large carving knife, handing it to one of the girls, "just incase" she warned them.&nbsp; This might not be necessary, but she was feeling weird.&nbsp; She selected another large knife for herself.&nbsp; Then she waited...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 22:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Sitting with Miz.<br><br>Taking the knife off of Micki and into her trembling hand, Mary felt tears gathering in her eyes as she crawled beneath the table, dragging Miz with her. She was almost treating Miz like her teddy bear, a comforting friend in a dark room full of unseen threats, just like when she was a little girl, scared of the dark.<br><br>"Shhh..." she whispered to Miz threw trembling lips as she felt the cold floor on her bare knees. She carefully position the knife away from Miz as she knelt, hugging her <em>'sister' </em>for dear life... possibly literally.<br><br>Mary could hear creaky wood, she hoped that it was just the old trees outside, or the wind blowing against the weaker parts of the ranch. Something darker also came to mind though, not so much demons and specters as MEN. Mary's number one fear, above the sight of blood and animal cruelty, but only just. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 22:28:17</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> Getting in<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone inside.<br><br>When the second set of goods was produced, Frank got a knife, unlike the gun which he didn't pan to use except for intimidation he was looking forward to using this tool.<br><br>He waited as patiently as he could for the signal, only knowing things would go much more smoothly if he waited keeping him in the van. Once the lock reacted he smiled evilly and got off the SUV. However when he noticed the lights were out he cursed, that hadn't been discussed in the plan. The whole point had been to gain entry without the girls suspecting something was up, he had warned them how wary Micki was of strangers and some idiot shut the lights while strange men were in house, his ex-wife was many things but an idiot wasn't one of them.<br><br>"I'm going around the back and find out what in hell is going on." he told turbo, "try to get an update of the situation."<br><br>In his trip to the side with the gun in his hand he found Cyrus with one of the girls. <br><br>"Who killed the lights?" he whispered with apparent anger,&nbsp; he knew it had probably been Katsu he seemed like the least inclined to follow the plan. He failed to see the culprit around and made his way near the backdoor where he listened hoping for a clue of what was going on inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 23:11:42</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRU5NpprYzEyehkT_mKWLls1LPW6tBmI_BGDFUaO8BQBlpS47EB) <div style="text-align: right;"></div><strong>Name:</strong>John Eiselmann<br><strong>Location:</strong>Inside then outside<br><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening 1800<br><strong>With:</strong>the three ladies inside <br><br>It was all going according to plan and then the lights went out , it could just be a circuit issue or someone being really stupid and considering the make up of his fellows John was of little doubt someone had decided to play their own game, there was nothing wrong with that but only when John was doing the game playing, which he was. Even his fellows had seen but a mere hint of his true nature.<br><br>He heard the women around him and then the sudden realisation as the someone tried to enclose the house forgetting about the fact that John was already inside...women forgetting about him, how a typical, at least atypical of his high school life, women nowadays tended to never forget him, John reached out to the knife that he knew was on the nearby bench his hands grasping the handle.<br><br>Then took a moment to orientate himself, during high school the jocks , women like these were normally their girlfriends played a game called nerd hunting, it involved throwing a nerd into the gym turning the lights off and going hunting, whoever got the nerd bet the shit out of him, John had played the game four times , the last three he'd never been found.<br><br>He smiled and walked quietly to the ladies his memory of the room coming to the fore but what helped most was the ladies themselves as quiet as they were trying to be they were infact being very loud. He reached the kitchen door and tried to open it , it didn't was it locked ? jammed? didn't matter wouldn't open , the jig of course was up so John planted a seed<br><br>"I know you're in there listen they will do you harm I'm sorry I can't stop it but when the time is right I'll help I'm not with them you just need to endure" John smirked , he'd help the ladies of course once he found what he was looking for ...one of them might even walk out this place alive "I'm sorry, you need to keep this to yourselves I can't help you if they know" he added before slipping away from the door and back to the front door and out into the night<br><br>When he found out who fucked with the plan ...well John had killed before and he was always the last guy you suspected, as for the stupid bitches the only unanswered question was which one would he own before this was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 03:11:24</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki_088_zps7c10d5bf.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Katsu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Around Property Lines and then Outside at Kitchen Door?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cryus, Red Head, Whoever may behind those doors.<br><br><br>“Yo, Cry-Cry, did I do good?” Katsu’s voice hummed out in amusement, not seeming the least bit bothered that his actions could of caused a problem in there. He could see that Cryus did good himself, the man caught himself a girl that had happened to be coming this way. Now that just left the others, how ever many there were, still in there in the dark. Katsu had now plans on going inside that building anytime soon, not with the lights out, even if he was adjusted to prowling in the dark. There were just too many people in there right now and who knows who might end up getting sliced, slammed, cuffed, or killed. There was an endless possibility and honestly he just wanted to avoid wasting needless energy on any of the guys that may get in his way. <br><br>Idly he lifted his fedora along his head, allowing a better look at the cuffed girl. “And don’t give me the what if they got outside speech. Where would they go? There are only so many ways in and out and I doubt they would easily find them in the dark. Plus, this is what makes the game interesting, the unexpected twists. I bet their hearts are fluttering like crazy in their chests right now, all alone with all those strange, bad, rapist men.” Katsu chuckled in amusement, before moving away from the other man. His hand idly rose again, lifting his hat and using it to wave Cryus off. “I am going to make sure no one gets out back, give me a holler when all is well and done.”<br><br>That may leave a few openings in windows being slid open, but Katsu was not too concern about that. There were plenty of guys in the house and it took time to open a window, which seemed the greater of risks to the lunatic Asian man. Although he would not put anything pass his prey. He stopped in his tracks when he eyed the glass door, a part of him wished that girl was here, he would love to throw her unconscious body through the thing. Now that would be one hell of an entrance, but alas it would be a waste of time to head back and he was not in mood for any alpha shit if the other guy was not willing to go along with Katsu’s bizarre plans on a whim. <br><br>Instead he removed knife he took, tapping the enclosed object along the glass. Tap, tap, tap. There was silence, followed by another solid three tappings, those louder than the last. “Hello, hello? Anyone home?” Again the taps followed. “Hello, hello?&nbsp; No? Okay.” And then there was an eerily silence, followed by his footsteps shortly afterwards moving away. He got a good solid feet of distance between himself and the glass door, before flicking his wrist and sending the enclosed knife sailing, through the small weighted item as hard as he could. Silence was broken by the shattering of glass, millions of shards raining everywhere through the kitchen. “When I fucking knock, I expect an answer. Maybe we’ll throw that redhead through the door next? Oh yes, that sounds like a marvelous idea. There will be plenty of shades of red then.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 08:20:05</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Katsu and knocked out Mara<br><br>Once the handcuffs were secure on the girl Cyrus looked up and saw Katsu coming from the circuit box. Cyrus now knew who screwed up the plan. Before Cyrus tell the little japanese goth something, katsu walked away. This only made Cyrus even more mad. Cyrus picked the redhead up and put her over his left shoulder and moved to follow the idiot. Cyrus moved closer and closer to Katsu, even bit more pissed than he was before the last step. Thoughts of killing the goth raced through his mind but then Katsu started tainting the girls about throwing the redhead through the door and that was the last straw. <br><br>Once Cyrus got close to Katsu he pulled back his massive fist and laid a hell of a punch right to the jaw of Katsu which sent him to the ground with a thud. "You little shit, Stick to the plan next time or I will personal blow your fucking head off." Cyrus said standing over Katsu. He looked up to frank as he moved away from katsu and said " He deserved thatbecause he was the one who cut the lights. We would have had all of them like this but he fucked it all up."<br><br>Cyrus put the redhead down on the ground in sight of the back door. Cyrus knew that if he showed them her they would start fearing what we will do to her if they dont try to get her back. That would be the mistake that will help the guys end this before one of the girls dies by another stupid move from the other convicts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 09:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Cryus’s SUV =&gt; Outside<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Guys<br><br><hr><br>Turbo was glad to see that there were indeed enough handcuffs for everyone.&nbsp; Well... at least that was a start.&nbsp; The shortage of guns was understandable considering how hard it could be to obtain one without drawing attention to yourself.&nbsp; At least one without the serial markings.<br><br>Once the plan was set in motion, Turbo waited patiently in the car for the signal.&nbsp; He found no real problems with the plan and wasn't about to undermine Cyrus.&nbsp; At least not yet.&nbsp; He noticed that Katsu was missing, but decided that the idiot wasn't really his problem at all.&nbsp; Once the signal was given, the young ex-cop got out of the SUV with his gun drawn and readied.&nbsp; When the lights went out, however, and Frank started cursing, Turbo immediately knew that something was wrong.&nbsp; For a moment, he considered taking the SUV and making a run for it and when Frank went off to find out what the hell was going on, he nearly did.<br><br>Turbo, however, reminded himself that doing that would likely be a very stupid plan of action.&nbsp; He simply nodded in agreement with Frank and made his way over to the house.&nbsp; He noticed John exiting through the front door and heading for the back.&nbsp; That meant that the only one left inside was Victor.&nbsp; Turbo decided to head over to find out who turned out the lights.<br><br>"Hey, what's going on?&nbsp; This wasn't part of the plan," Turbo hissed as soon as he was near enough to the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 17:15:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Micki<br><hr><br>Miz's eyes adjusted to the darkness well enough to make out Micki's outline as the older woman entered the kitchen and barricaded the door. She followed her whispered instructions and slid under the table, her hand never leaving Mary. She let Mary take the knife from Micki, thinking it would make her feel a little safer. It was not that Miz was not afraid either, but knowing how clumsy she could get, and knowing how much her hand was shaking now, Miz didn't think she would be able to use it properly. She trusted Micki, Mary and Mara completely to protect her, and if push came to shove, Miz could deliver a well-aimed kick, just as her brother had taught her to.<br><br>But speaking of Mara...<br><br>"Micki," Miz whispered, fear making her voice squeak. Frowning, Miz called out to Micki again, using the opportunity as one of the men outside the kitchen said something to mask her voice. "Micki, where's Mara?"<br><br>Just then, the glass door shattered. Startled, Miz choked back her scream, gripping tightly onto Mary to comfort herself more than for the protection of the other girl. She dared not move and could only wait for what would happen next...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 18:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the Door&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus &amp; John &amp; The girls<br><br>Victor shook his head in disgust as everything just went out of control. The lights went out, Cyrus followed the girl who had opened the door for them surely to subdue her now that the cat seemed to be out of the bag. Frank's wife showing that Frank had been so careful for a reason. He had to wonder about John's wired attempt at playing with the girls, making up stories about not being with them. He wondered if it would work on anyone but realized that the most of the girls were young from what glimpse he had off them, no wonder what they might believe. His own experience had been with mostly women who were professional and successful, yet even there manipulating words had their usage.<br><br>By the time John had tried his attempts at the door and all, Victor had moved from near the door where he had stood and made his own way out to find Cyrus and whatever clown had messed up the plan. He felt a jolt of anger before trying to calm himself down. He didn't know what would have happen if everything happened according to plan but he hadn't planned to use blunt force to start with or scared the girls shit out of their mind. His plans were just to have fun with a little coercion in the mix if need be, after all from what Frank told them, the wife didn't seem like someone who would let Victor spread her cheeks and try the dirt road.<br><br>As he neared the back he shook his head hearing what he realized was Katsu's voice. Damn the guy had some screw loose for sure. He was sure now that it was him who had screwed up the plan. And even as he turned the corner he saw Cyrus with Mara on his shoulder and the perfect punch that knocked out the idiot. Now that was a violence even Victor could surely understand even though he would happily let others handle it. <br><br>He reached the guys and stood there facing Mara at the feet and the broken back door at front. "So is it safe to put one's head inside, the path does seem open. Or does she have a gun that's gonna fucking blow my head off." He knelt then caressing Mara's pale cheek in what little light there from the moon. The hand slid down for a gentle palming of her lush breast before he suddenly stood up again. He wanted her or whoever girl or woman he played with alive and awake and looking at his eyes when he played with them. He had known of guys raping, violating drugged or unconscious women something he found pointless. The thrill of watching a girl moan from his depraved sensual touches despite her mind screaming no was so pleasurable, it made him throb just at the thought of it.<br><br>"Think one of us should hold her in front and just walk in? I think with her in our hand its still reasonably easily salvageable, don't you think?" He asked the guys more expert in the violent side of things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 19:00:58</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus, Victor, Mara, and Katsu<br><br>Cyrus knocked out Katsu after the performance with the knife, the kid certainly had that coming and more. When Victor joined them, he hoped Turbo and the nerdy kid were keeping watch inside, still from what he heard listening carefully he figured the girls and his ex wife were in the kitchen.<br><br>He pondered Victor's idea, "I don't think she would shoot if she thinks she would hurt the red beauty, but I would rather not risk her, I want a shot at her when things are under control."<br><br>He grabbed Katsu forcefully. "We have someone else that can be promoted to shield duty. I think he is fucked up enough to like it anyway" He even pondered with handcuffing him but decided against it.<br><br>Near the door he shouted so he could be heard inside "Darling, I'm home, missed me? We found one of your girls outside, young red and with a luscious body, sounds familiar? Better not shoot blindly or there will be one less of you."<br><br>He bashed the door open and flung Katsu inside, he hoped the other men would follow him closely to provide backup. There wasn't much light but he figured most of the situation, he rushed to his ex wife and attempted to disarm her and get her under control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 19:06:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls &amp; the bad men&nbsp; :P<br><br>Micki swallowed, watching as shadow moved in the yard.&nbsp; She prayed Mara was alright, she hadn't heard anything from the girl, and with these men walking around outside who knew where she was.<br><br>Someone tapped on the door, Micki jumped, crouching down, "keep quiet" she whispered, her eyes wide as she saw a strange Asian man at the backdoor.&nbsp; She heard the ragged breathing of Miz and Mary, she could only imagine the fear they were feeling.&nbsp; She had no clue what this was all about? How could their quiet Friday evening go so bad.<br><br>The tapping stopped, Micki took a breath, but before she could exhale something was thrown at the door and the glass shattered into millions of pieces.&nbsp; The noise was loud, making Micki cry out in surprise and fear.&nbsp; She crawled across the floor, getting under the table and holding the girls.&nbsp; <br><br>"It'll be alright, I'll protect you" she whispered, hoping she could do what she promised.<br><br>Then she heard that voice.&nbsp; Her heart faltered, "no...nonono.." how could he be here? He was locked up in prison, he had another 18 years to serve.&nbsp; "God no, please no" she whispered, holding the girls tight.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry, so sorry" she whispered, realising that this was just the start of something bad.<br><br>"Fr....ank?" she said, her voice cracking, fear paralyzing her.&nbsp; What was he doing here?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drake Valentine</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 02:58:03</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki_088_zps7c10d5bf.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Katsu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside, then Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Girls, Cryus, Frank, Victor<br><br><br>Well, he wasn’t expecting that, though Katsu did get around in his fights his days. Catching the other in the corner of his eye, he begun to turn around, as the punch drew close enough he rolled his body away in the direction it was going, clenching his jaw in the process. To the untrained eye, it may seemed he was directly hit then and there, but he allowed the connection in his already falling moments to reduce full impact of the hit. His body heavily thumped against the ground with the extra momentum of the fist pushing him down to make it seem realistic enough. Of course his jaw stung, but Katsu stayed still, listening casually to the other’s ranting. Oh, if only he still had his knife and he did toy with the idea of sweeping that brute off of his feet, but decided against it. He will get his revenge later when there were not that many witnesses to intervene. That sudden outburst of anger would be that man’s own outdoing.<br><br>&nbsp;He remained motionless when he was lifted up and later flung into the kitchen area. His eyes had remained close after the fist incident, but now were slowly opened to glance around in the dark. Vaguely he could make out the shadows of the others in the dark, there seemed to be something under the table, but the shapes were not clear enough at the moment to see if it was just objects or people. His gaze flickered, taking in as much as possible, allowing his eyes to steadily adjust to the darkness. The few things he could make out was thanks to the light that did get in just enough from the broken glass door, but even that was not enough to make heads or tails of things.<br><br>For now, he would just lie and wait for the commotion to die down. He remained alert of his surroundings should any of them attempt anything else on him, he prioritized his well being above all else.&nbsp; His lips quirked when he saw his knife he had thrown laying on the floor amidst the broken glass, but decided to not act on it. Not yet, in the least, but later was always an option as he dimmed his eyes close, narrowing his vision but making it seem like he was unconscious. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 03:36:52</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Katsu and the girls except Mara<br><br>He paid little attention to Katsu after using him as a tool, then he heard his ex-wife and looked at her, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.<br><br>"Yes, Frank, glad you remember my name, I'm sure you weren't expecting seeing me so soon." he got the handgun and aimed at her and the girls. "Move away from them, you are not protecting them by staying close."<br><br>To drive his point home he reached down grabbing her wrist and yanking her hard sliding her through the floor out from under the table, and he quickly handcuffed her. His hand touched her face roughly as he looked at the door and at Katsu hoping the rest would come in soon to deal with the two other girls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 10:09:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls &amp; the bad men&nbsp; <br><br>Micki heart was pounding in her chest.&nbsp; Frank was one truly fucked up individual.&nbsp; He was sick, sadistic and scared Micki to the point of being frozen.&nbsp; She gulped, trying not to let the panic over take her.&nbsp; She had to remain calm for the other girls.&nbsp; <br><br>It just got worse.&nbsp; He had a gun.&nbsp; Which crazy sonofabitch had given pyscho a gun.&nbsp; Nothing good was gonna come from this, things were just getting worse by the second.<br><br>She moved away from the girls, looking at them, trying to keep the fear from her eyes.&nbsp; There was glass all over the floor, Micki felt shards cut her hands and knees as she crawled out.&nbsp; He couldn't wait, grabbing her wrist, dragging her from the floor and quickly cuffing her.&nbsp; His touch made her shudder in revulsion.<br><br>"Please don't hurt them" she whispered, seeing that crazy fire in his eyes and knowing her words would be totally ignored.&nbsp; She had a feeling they would hurt them all and enjoy doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 17:38:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> under the Kitchen table<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Micki, Frank<br><hr> <br>“No, don't!" Miz pleaded to Micki as she followed the instructions of the man called Frank and crawled out from under the table. Micki seldom talked about her past and Miz knew she had something she did not want to remember. From what she gathered from the other townspeople told her fellow boarders, Micki's ex-husband was called Frank. Was this man the one who had left scars in Micki's past? Miz though he was in prison for some crime. What was he doing out here? And where had the other men come from?<br><br>Miz's left arm was still around Mary, but her right hand felt around for something, anything she could use as a weapon and closed on a wooden, tubular object. Micki's rolling pin. It must have fallen to the floor and rolled under the table while she was making her pie. What a waste; they would not be able to taste that wonderful pie...<br><br>Gripping her weapon in her hand, Miz did not reveal it to Frank immediately. Instead, she glared at him as she heard the click of handcuffs. "What are you doing to Micki?" she shouted at Frank. "What do you want from her? From us? You... you Sicko, you pervert, you..." Running out of words nwords in her limited English vocabulary, Miz reverted to Japanese, spewing a string of expletives she had never used in her life. The normally shy and sweet-mannered Miz had gone hysterical from fear for her life and anger at the mistreatment of her dearest "family".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 00:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside =&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Frank, and Katsu<br><br><hr><br>It looked like the plan was about to take an improvised turn.&nbsp; Turbo brought the barrel of his pistol up and followed Frank into the kitchen.&nbsp; He was a little impressed with how swiftly the older convict was able to get those handcuffs on Micki.&nbsp; He was also impressed with Frank's taste in women.&nbsp; The ex-wife definitely didn't look anywhere near in her thirties.&nbsp; He wondered if he would ever get a crack at that hot piece of ass.&nbsp; Then again, those two other girls under the table were more his type, especially the cute little Japanese girl who appeared to be hiding a weapon behind her back.&nbsp; Turbo pointed the gun under the table where the girls were still hiding under.<br><br>The young Chinese man found amusement in the way Miz was shouting at Frank, who had a gun in his hands.&nbsp; He recognized the language that the girl was speaking in, but didn't understand a word she said.&nbsp; Still, he found her voice to be quite... adorable even if she was obviously throwing out words that he could only assume to be inappropriate.<br><br>"You know, we're only after the ex-wife," Turbo smirked as he spoke to Miz.&nbsp; "We have no reason to keep either of you two alive.&nbsp; Well... I can think of a <em>couple </em>reasons, but nothing that's worth having to deal with a brat who won't do as she says.&nbsp; Now, come out with your hands where I can see them.&nbsp; I could just shoot you, but it's been a while since I've handled a gun, so there's a chance I might miss and hit that other girl right beside you instead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 01:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div>Mary had been to afraid to move or speak during the men's assault on the ranch, she simply knelt with Miz, sobbing and whimpering in fear as she dropped the knife and held onto Miz. <br><br>Mara had disappeared, Micki had been dragged away from her and cuffed, Miz seemed to be next in line and then Mary would be all alone, a sitting duck in the darkness. She had no idea what the men were truly after, but the threats and there general aggression made it clear that it wasn't missionary work. <br><br>When an Asian guy told Miz to come out from under the table, Mary had thoughts of holding onto Miz, or offering herself in place of the Japanese sweetheart. Sadly Mary's fear kept her from acting on her thoughts and all she could do was back away from the guy on her knees hoping to wake up from the nightmare unfolding around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 17:24:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> under the Kitchen table<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Turbo<br><hr> <br>Blood was still pounding in Miz's head and when another man -- an Asian -- came into the kitchen and taunted her, Miz wanted to rush out and hit him over the head with her rolling pin. But she took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. With her slender body, she would never be able to fight off these two men. Besides, they both had guns. What if one of them shot at her, or worse, at Mary or Micki? No, it'd be suicide.<br><br>Well, if she could not bash their brains out of their skulls, then she would make it hard for them. She couldn't stay under the table forever, she knew, but she could damn well prolong the time she had out of their grasp. Glaring at the Asian man, Miz did not bother to give him a verbal reply, simply sticking her tongue out at him instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 19:04:22</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor, Mara<br><br>Cyrus watched as frank and turbo walked into the kitchen. He knew the power was still off so he left the redhead in Victors care as he walked over to the circuit box. Opening the box, Cyrus saw that atleast katsu didnt cut any wires, only flipped the switches. As he reached to start turning the power back on, he yelled to the guys, "Ok. Power in the kitchen will be on in a second." As he flipped the switch labeled kitchen, the lights turned back on. <br><br>Cyrus then walked back to the redhead and kneed down behind her. He picked her up and moved her to where she was on her knees and her back was to Cyrus's chest. He started patting her check, saying "Wakey wakey. Its no fun if you sleep all day." After she wakes up he will tell her"Dont bother with stuggling we will just hurt the other girls if you try to escape. I think my friends already have them at gun point by now. So make this easy on them and follow our instructions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 19:15:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus<br><hr><br>She didn't wake until Cyrus had begun to pat her cheek. When he did, it took a while, but she finally groaned and opened her eyes. Immediately her memories came rushing back, and she realized her hands were cuffed. Struggling against him, she realized she was with the man who said he'd been an electrician, but the power seemed to be back on. She also could hear and feel that everything was very...very wrong.<br><br>The young redhead didn't show fear until he mentioned having the other girls at gunpoint. Breathing hard, she turned her head to him and glared. Unlike the other girls, she wasn't scared for herself...only for them. Nervous, yes. But she refused to show weakness to these assholes. When she spoke, it was firm and angry.<br><br>"You don't need to hurt them. What do you want? I don't have any money."<br><br>Her blue-green eyes met his and her rosebud lips pressed firmly together as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 19:37:57</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Kitchen door<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone (I think)<br><br>Cyrus Laughed as she talked about having no money. "You dont but your friend Micki has my firend Franks money. And you have a nice ass to boot." Cyrus said as he reached down grabbing Mara's butt. He smiled as he began to get her on her feet and started walking her to the kitchen door so she could see inside. As they watched on he kept a arm around one of the redheads arms so he could keep her right where he was. <br><br>Cyrus looked at the inventory of girls they would soon have to play with. He opened his mouth and said, "Frank. I think we could stay here for a long time. Just get me a computer and I could make this place dissappear off the map and no one would disturb us for a entire year. But my payment for doing that would be this redhead girl for the first night." A huge evil grin came across his face as he reached around and massaged the redheads tits.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 19:48:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside/Kitchen Door<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus, Everyone<br><hr><br>When the man grabbed her ass, she growled and tried to twist away from him. She didn't want him touching her at all, and her angry eyes showed that. Men like this disgusted her. The type of men who used their brute strength and threats to control others. She had never experienced any kind of rape or abuse, and had assumed she never would. Now she wasn't sure she could make it through the night and still be able to say that. She almost wished she wasn't a virgin, so at least her first time could have been her choice. There was no way she would let him do anything to her sexually. Unless it meant helping the other girls. She wouldn't let them hurt the others if she could help it.<br><br>He practically dragged her to the window, and she gasped as she saw the broken glass, and the other girls being rounded up by men with knives and guns. Her eyes widened, and she tried to yank free from him...although his arm prevented that. His words made her blood run cold, and she looked to the man he seemed to call Frank. Looking back at Cyrus, she shook her head and fought harder.<br><br>"Don't you touch me, you disgusting pervert! Let me go!"<br><br>Grunting and breathing hard, she knew he was stronger than her...but she couldn't just give up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 20:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside/Near Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus &amp; Mara<br><br>Victor stood beside Mara's sleeping body as first Frank went inside with Katsu. He could hear the words found how Frank had quickly taken charge of things, the shocked afraid voices coming along, the girls no doubt in the midst of various demanding tone from Frank and later Turbo. Victor stood outside though keeping tab on Mara as Cyrus went to turn on the light. He would be glad to look at the girls properly now under the light now that all the pretenses were gone.<br><br>The redhead looked lush, sexy and someone who would be fun to play with but as Cyrus woke her up and started taking her through to the Kitchen, Victor could tell that he was already in to the redhead so he followed behind to find his fix. There were suppose to be more girls inside.<br><br>Victor circled around the other guys as Cyrus made his demand. He liked the way the redhead growled and glowered. He promised himself he would make her cum for him if he could. It would be more fun to make her body betray her then to just ride her out like a bitch. He found himself at the kitchen table and somewhat gently but forcefully pull the scared girl out. The brunette was clearly scared witness but she was a beauty. Lush breasts and tight asses, he thought to himself as he pulled her in front him, pressing her tight against his body, feeling her firm ass cheeks pressed against her groin, a hand over the beautiful curves of her breasts trapping her as he dug his mouth on the joint of her neck and shoulder. "You are a very beautiful girl. Whats your name? I am Victor", he whispered almost gently.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 20:19:41</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus, Mara, Micki<br><br>He looked at Cyrus the idea of staying there for a year seemed wonderful at the moment, they could always change that plan if they got restless, and it would be more than enough time to find the money, his request for the redhead seemed reasonable.<br><br>"I'll make a little addenda" he said as he moved Micki's head so she would see the redhead's face when he said it. "If she is a virgin I'll take her cherry as my dear Micki watches. After that you can take her for the night. Agreed?" <br><br>He saw Victor come in and take another girl, and was glad to see that everyone was under control. Although he did wonder about Katsu, while his plan had been unkind to the man, he didn't think he would still be out.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 20:55:46</strong>
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				(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRU5NpprYzEyehkT_mKWLls1LPW6tBmI_BGDFUaO8BQBlpS47EB) <div style="text-align: right;"></div><strong>Name:</strong>John Eiselmann<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside then inside<br><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening 1800<br><strong>With:</strong>All<br><br>John walked into the kitchen ,glanced at Katsu lying on a bed of glass, picking that this was the idiot who messed with a plan that was working well, John in truth hated physical violence, it was not his forte , that didn't mean he wouldn't engage in it but there had to be reason for it, John surveyed the rest of the kitchen , impressed with the standard of women, it didn't take much to guess which one was Franks ex , she and the promised money had been enough for John to join this escapade, that and prison release of course, but the other women were most definitely a bonus.<br><br>There was no mistaking Franks ex , the other ladies all looked equally appealing and John wondered which would end this ordeal subservient to his every needs, for John had no doubt one of them would.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ladies" John said doing his best 'I wish this wasn't happening' look, it wouldn't take long for that façade to be removed but if he truly got a bite it would make the reveal of his nature just a little sweeter . There was little to do but want for instruction...he could play that game too<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 20:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside/Kitchen Door<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus, Everyone<br><hr><br>When the man spoke and said that if he took her virginity, then the man holding her could have her all night, she widened her eyes and squirmed in his arms...trying to slip free.<br><br>"No one here is going to get my virginity!"<br><br>Of course, she had essentially just told everyone that she was...indeed...a virgin. Blushing at the realization, she swallowed uneasily.<br><br>"I mean...no one is going to get it, because I...I'm not a virgin."<br><br>She tried to sound believable, but she'd already let the cat out of the bag. When Victor pulled Mary out and groped her, Mara growled and glared at him.<br><br>"Let her go! Don't touch her!"<br><br>The brunette was obviously scared to death, and somehow Mara knew that men were an issue for Mary even if they weren't rapists.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 21:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Held by Victor<br><br>Mary couldn't fight back as a middle aged man dragged her out from under the table, her fingers unable to hold onto Miz as she squeaked, unable to fully scream due to her shaking. <br><br>She felt her lithe body pressed again the much taller man, guessing he was almost a foot taller than herself as she closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere but there. <br><br>Mary gasped and shed another tear down her cheek as the man's large hand traced her breasts, which were only protected by her thin white t-shirt and her white sports bra beneath. She could also feel her tight, little ass squished against his groin. Although her denim shorts were thick-ish, she could still feel the bulge in his pants, which pushed the image of his penis into her mind. Making her fearful of what was soon to come.<br><br>Mary had heard his question, but she was too shaken to speak, it also seemed a pointless question in such a horrible situation. She tried to use her dainty hands to push his hands away from her breast, but knew he hand the strength to easily control her however he could imagine.<br><br>Somehow, the lips on her neck seemed worse to Mary than the hand on her breasts. The act of groping was sexual, but the act of kissing was sensual, something that Mary only wanted from other females. Her crying decreased slightly and she was able to speak, although she stuttered through her tearful convulsions: <strong>"Plea...No... I... don't..."</strong> She had gotten as far as that before realizing that telling her captor she was gay would possibly increase his lust for her. It seemed like men found lesbians an interesting conquer, so keeping it quiet seemed like the best idea.<br><br>Mary heard Mara's outburst and wished she could have her confidence and her resolve, but instead Mary would remain a captive, blubbering as she struggled weakly in her attacker's grasp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 21:33:12</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdeb4gcl531r9nt4fo1_r1_1280.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Cyrus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone (I think)<br><br>Cyrus Loved the way the redhead ftried to fight and was turned on by it. His crotch grew as it rubbed against her ass and when Frank replied. Cyrus smiled and said "Agreed, I will make your ex watch closely as you fuck this ones brains out. A hundred dollars says the ex begs to take this ones place before you are done." Cyrus looked at the redhead knowing he would have all night to get to know every inch of her petite body. <br><br>Cyrus then moved the redhead over to Frank and let him take her arm as Cyrus moved around behind Micki and held her in place. He moved her so she was close to frank and the redhead when they actually began. Whenthe two began to have sex, Cyrus kept one of his arms locked around one of Micki's and reached down her pants to finger her vagina in hopes to get her body turned on by watching Frank deflower Mara in front of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 21:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside =&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Frank, and Katsu<br><br><hr><br>Turbo was getting impatient with the Japanese girl.&nbsp; At first he found it cute the way she stuck her tongue out at him.&nbsp; Now he was getting annoyed at the fact that she wasn't getting out from under the table.&nbsp; He saw the other guys pull out the other girls out from under the table.&nbsp; He considered doing the same thing.&nbsp; Well, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to handle her if she fought back.&nbsp; He put the gun's safety on, just in case, and crouched down to get a better look at Miz.<br><br>Oh, that girl was definitely cute alright.&nbsp; She looked innocent and adorable.&nbsp; Definitely Turbo's type.&nbsp; He had also noticed that she was trying to hide something from him.&nbsp; A weapon, perhaps?&nbsp; He reached out and grabbed the girl by the arm that was attempting to hide the weapon.&nbsp; She was going to have a hard type swinging and stabbing while under the table, anyway.&nbsp; Once Turbo had a firm grip on her, he proceeded to drag her out from under the table to disarm her, then cuff her behind her back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 22:04:57</strong>
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				(http://i2.listal.com/image/1785336/600full-adam-baldwin.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Tower<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Cyrus, Mara, Micki<br><br>Frank smiled as the redhead started to scream and did a poor job of hiding that she was a virgin. He had expected Cyrus to agree and was more than glad to take the girl from him. He grasped her tightly by the wrists knowing he had a hellcat in his hands. <br><br>"You are on for that bet" he told Cyrus, more to add to the perversity of the whole thing than in caring about the result.<br><br>He pulled her body close to him, and did his best not only to rub against her but to keep her controlled. While Cyrus held Micki close he made sure that the girls would be unable to touch one another, he wanted the virgin completely focused on him as he destroyed her innocence and for nobody to interfere.<br><br>Frank got the knife out and started to cut Mara's clothes as he held her with his other hand "You should stay still if you don't want to bleed beforehand, not that I mind cutting you" he told her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 22:23:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/5246525/600full-sara-kuz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Frank, Cyrus, Micki<br><hr><br>As the men bartered with her like she was nothing more than a few coins, she jerked and twisted continually. She wanted to save the others, but she couldn't get free. When Cyrus agreed and passed her off, she glared at Frank with the same amount of hostility she had with Cyrus. The only good thing about this whole situation was that it might give Micki some time...although Cyrus seemed to be molesting her as well.<br><br>When Frank began to cut off her clothes, she froze at first, but then didn't stop squirming. This resulted in a few cuts, which made her hiss and finally stop for the moment. She wouldn't do anyone any good by slicing her own throat accidentally.<br><br>"Don't touch me. You all need to leave now, or you'll regret it."<br><br>Of course, she didn't know why they'd regret it, but she wanted to threaten them somehow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 03:48:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Turbo<br><hr><br>Things were going downhill really quickly now. Mary's shrieks alerted Miz to her situation. "Don't you dare..." she began, glaring at Mary's attacker, but before she could reach over and pull her away from the older man, she felt another hand close around her left wrist. Whipping her head around, she saw that the Asian man had decided to get her out from under the table himself. Miz felt her grip on her rolling pin loosen. Her right hand letting go of Mary, she used it to deliver a punch at the man's face. <em>Oniichan would be so proud of me,</em> she thought briefly, thinking of her brother who had tried to teach her self defence, but laughed at how clumsy she got.<br><br>The punch didn't seem to have the effect she had hoped for, however. The Asian man simply continued dragging her out, twisting her hand until the rolling pin dropped to the floor with a clatter. Miz tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but the unmistakable snap sound and the feel of cold metal against her wrist told her it was futile. She could only glare helplessly at the men in the room. "What the heck do you want with us? We've done you no wrong..." she shouted, though she knew they would ignore her anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 05:32:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside =&gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening, 1800<br><strong>With:</strong> Micki, Mary, Miz, Frank, and Katsu<br><br><hr><br>"Heh, nice punch.&nbsp; Next time, you might want to put your shoulder into it by turning your waist," Turbo smirked after feeling Miz's tiny fist against his face.&nbsp; He finished snapping the cuffs on Miz's wrists, making sure that they were behind her back like they were meant to be.&nbsp; He had seen too many amateurs handcuff people in the front, bunch of idiots... Turbo grinned maliciously as he wrapped an arm around the Japanese girl and pulled her into an embrace.&nbsp; "On the contrary, you're living in a house that was stolen from my friend here.&nbsp; I think it's only right that he takes it back, with interest of course.&nbsp; The rest of us guys have a right to some of that interest we helped him collect, that's all."<br><br>Turbo reached down with his free hand to grab a handful of Miz's buttocks.&nbsp; He groped and squeezed that flesh through those jeans before reaching around to the front.&nbsp; He grabbed a hold of the hem of the girl's shirt, lifting it until her midriff was expose.&nbsp; He then slipped his hand down into the crotch of her jeans.&nbsp; His other arm squeezed tightly around Miz so that she couldn't get away from him.&nbsp; "Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?&nbsp; What kind of underwear do you have underneath?&nbsp; Maybe innocent white cotton panties?&nbsp; Maybe you've got&nbsp; little cartoons on them.&nbsp; Hmm... maybe you're actually a naughty little slut who wears black lace.&nbsp; Red lace, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 06:50:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Turbo, Katsu<br><br>His hand moved so that he was actually cupping one of her breasts in his hand. They were perfect, large enough and firm and his fingers dug in eagerly on its soft flesh even as his thumb found her nipple to tease. He kissed on her neck, tasting the slightly salty musk with a slow lick not knowing she was a lesbian and that his depraved if slightly forceful seduction routine was unlikely to work.<br><br>The asian girl was trying to fight back a little but getting in more trouble for it. And even if Turbo was probably more capable physically it was Victor whose first appearance was probably more menacing and with his arms around her the scared girl didn't seem to be resisting much physically. He wondered if that would remain true once his intentions became clear.<br><br>"I'm not cruel girl. I am just a old perv", he said with a soft chuckle and pushed her against the kitchen table trapping her a little. He thrust himself against her ass, giving a few thrusting motion against her ass, pushing tight letting her feel his thick arousal. They could hear the struggle and words from the living room.&nbsp; He moved just a little back and let his hand roam down her back sliding over the denim to cup her ass cheeks, fondle them. The hand move front as his other hand suddenly moved from her beasts and swiftly pushed her down on the table and trapped her even as his expert fingers unzipped her denim and pulled it half way down trapping her legs in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 13:26:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Turbo, Mary, Victor<br><hr><br>Miz glowered at the Asian man as he joked about her punch. She would love to try that punch again, taking his tip about using her shoulder. But with her hands cuffed behind her, there was no virtually no hope of that. And with his arms securely around her, there was no way she could run yet. All she could do was to comply with him and the other men now, and wait for their chance...<br><br>"We have no money... I don't know how we can pay you..." she said in a calmer voice. If she kept talking, perhaps he would be distracted enough to stop groping her. She felt her hand on her perky bottom, then tugging her striped knitted top up. She held her breath for a moment, but the man only pulled the top up midway, showing off her trim midriff slightly wet with perspiration from her struggles and fear. Up to now, Miz had been adamant not to make a sound, knowing that that was what the men wanted. Then her captor's hand plunged without warning into her jeans. Unable to stay quiet anymore, Miz cried out in shock. "Iiiiyaaaaaa! Not there!" she shrieked in her high-pitch voice. A blush came to her pale cheeks as she felt the man's rough fingers against her inner thighs. Her body shuddered involuntarily, as if acting on its owner's desire to be out of this pervert's grasp.<br><br>And speaking of pervert, Miz heard Mary's captor behind her, speaking softly to Mary. Miz could not see, but she could only imagine that the brunette's demise was similar to hers. Outside, she could hear Mara's voice too. Micki had been silent for some time, probably in shock. What on earth was going to happen to all of them?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 21:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Victor<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, we don't intend to collect in cash nor do we want to," Turbo replied as he continued exploring the insides of Miz's jeans.&nbsp; He traced the tip of his middle finger around the crotch of her panties, pressing down on the material until he could feel the outline of the girl's pussy lips.&nbsp; He could feel the Japanese girl shuddering involuntarily and strengthened his grip around her upper body.&nbsp; When he felt confident that Miz wasn't going to be able to get away from him, he risked moving his hand up in order to brush back strands of her silky black hair.&nbsp; Once Miz's neck was exposed, Turbo leaned in and planted a couple butterfly kisses there.&nbsp; Sticking out his tongue, he licked along the side of her neck all the way up to her earlobe.&nbsp; He breathed heavily into her ear as he continued taunting her.&nbsp; He whispered into her ear, "Cotton panties?&nbsp; I wonder if they're white.&nbsp; I bet they are.&nbsp; You don't seem all that mature, after all."<br><br>Turbo continued probing around in Miz's jeans.&nbsp; He was a little curious as to what the rest of her underwear was like and was a little surprised to find butterfly knots along the sides.&nbsp; His grin grew wider as he proceeded to untie her underwear on both sides.&nbsp; He took hold of the crotch of Miz's panties and pull them free from her jeans without having to remove them.&nbsp; He brought those white cotton panties up to Miz's face and said, "White, eh?&nbsp; Looks like I was right about the color after all.&nbsp; Still, a little surprised you've got knots on the sides.&nbsp; Thanks for making it easier to take off for us.&nbsp; I guess you're not as innocent as you'd like us to believe.&nbsp; Now let's see if the top matches the bottom."<br><br>With that said, Turbo wrapped one arm around Miz's waist and use the other to pull up her shirt up until the Japanese girl's breasts were exposed.&nbsp; Nuzzling his cheek up against Miz's, Turbo looked down to see that she was indeed wearing a white cotton bra.&nbsp; He took one breast into his hand and fondled it in a more playful and gentle manner.&nbsp; "I don't know why you even bother with wearing a bra.&nbsp; It's not like there's anything there that needs the support."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hercinia</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 04:31:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mary<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Held by Victor<br><br>Mary shuddered as he cupped her breast, but not as much as when he started thumbing her nipple. No amount of seduction, no matter how expertly done was going to stop Mary from hating what he was doing to her and what he clearly had planned for her.<br><br>Mary heard the man's claims of being nothing but an old perv, rather than a dangerous man. To Mary though, the two were one and the same, the fact that he then pushed her against the kitchen table, her hips slamming painfully into it proved her point. "Oww, oh... Please..." Was all the terrified girl could murmur through the dribble on her lips as tears continued to leak down her puffy, pinkened cheeks. She knew how inviting her young, tiny body must look in this position but she had no means to escape, even if she had the courage to try. She felt his groin forced against her ass, trapping her and also noticed his bulge squeezed between her buttocks. The thrusting he was doing did nothing to help, only giving Mary a disturbing taster of the horrors to come as his bulge bumped into her ass, flattening her muscular pillows before the next thrust came. <br><br>Suddenly Mary froze, hearing Mara's screams of pain from the living room. "Noooooo! Ma...Ma..." Mary started to cry out to her friend, but soon felt uncomfortable speaking and quickly shut up, trying to remain as still as possible as she felt her denims unzipped and pulled down around her thighs. "Mister, I can't..." She argued, trying to reason with the pervert undressing her in front of miz and Micki. She kept her eyes shut and thus couldn't tell what was going on with the other girls other than from audio, the screams of Mara and the pleads of Miz as both were tormented.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 16:47:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Turbo, Mary, Victor<br><hr><br>Miz shuddered even harder as she felt the man's hot breath and tongue on her neck and ear. His hand -- the one down her jeans -- was feeling around as he made sport of what kind of underwear she was wearing. A whimper escaped her lips as he found the butterfly knots holding the two ends of her panties together. Three tugs later, Miz was still fully clothed, but felt naked without her underwear. Now there would be nothing between the man's prying hand and her trimmed sex. As if it wasn't bad enough to have her used panties waved in her face by a complete stranger. She squirmed, trying to raise her hand and snatch her white cotton panties back, but his hold on her, even with only one arm, was too strong. The more she squirmed, the more the material of her jeans chaffed against her skin too. Soon, the sensitive skin around her groin would be raw and red, though that was the least of Miz's concerns right now.<br><br>It was a slight relief for Miz that the Asian man's hand did not plunge back down into her jeans, but her relief was short lived. He began to pull her top up above&nbsp; her breasts, revealing her white bra. Her cheeks grew hotter as the man teased her size. Miz's rack, while definitely disappointing compared to those of American women, and in particular, Mara and Micki's, was quite sizeable by Asian standards. In fact, Miz quite liked the size of her breasts: not too big to cause an interference to daily life, yet big and perky enough to turn heads back home in Japan. To have them squeezed, prodded and criticised here made tears spring to Miz's eyes. She would have been on the verge of breakdown, if not for Mary's voice, pleading with her captor. "Stay strong, Mary!" she told the girl, although her voice was also quivering as she said this. "Stay strong, Micki. We'll get through this..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 23:04:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Victor<br><br><hr><br>"It'd be pretty boring if the two of you broke after only this much.&nbsp; This is only the beginning, after all," Turbo smirked as he reached up behind Miz's neck, brushed aside her hair, pulled down the collar of her shirt, and undid the butterfly knot for her bra there.&nbsp; It was certainly convenient that the Japanese girl was wearing such a bra since it made removing her underwear that much easier, considering the hand cuffs around her wrists behind her back.&nbsp; Turbo licked the nape of Miz's neck, right where the knot used to be.&nbsp; As he undid the knot in front, Turbo continued taunting Miz for her choice of underwear.&nbsp; "Is this how you try to draw attention to your cute little breasts?&nbsp; You make it look easier to get to?"<br><br>Instead of exposing Miz's breasts right away, Turbo decided to delay the inevitable for a while longer.&nbsp; He pulled down Miz's shirt before completely removing the bra.&nbsp; He swung it around in front of Miz for a few seconds before tossing it over to Mary.&nbsp; He wondered if it was going to land on Mary's face.&nbsp; Afterwards, he moved his hand back underneath Miz's shirt.<br><br>Turbo grab hold of one of Miz's breasts and fondled them.&nbsp; He continued nuzzling up against the side of Miz's neck while every now and then he would take her earlobe between his teeth and suck on it.&nbsp; He took the girl's nipple between his thumb and middle finger, rubbing and playing with it.&nbsp; He couldn't wait to start torturing those lovely nipples for real.&nbsp; He planned on twisting, stretching, clamping, and perhaps eventually even pierce them all the while listening to the girl scream in pain... and maybe pleasure if he does it right.&nbsp; "If you really want people to start looking at your breasts, you should try and make them look bigger.&nbsp; Hey, isn't there a myth that if you play with your breasts, they'll get bigger?&nbsp; Let's see if that's true.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe one day you'll look like a real woman."<br><br>Turbo then plunged his hand back into Miz's jeans.&nbsp; He probed around for that sensitive little Japanese pussy.&nbsp; He wondered how much more sensitive it had gotten ever since those cotton white panties were removed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 18:53:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Turbo, Mary, Victor<br><hr><br>Miz's lip was trembling as she heard Turbo's words about it only being the beginning. God, what were these men going to do to them? She felt the tension of her bra loosen and a gasp escaped her lips as her bra was removed. Now she was fully clothed, but without her underwear. "Please," she began to whimper. "Please, not there. Don't touch me..." Her pleas only served to excite her captor even more, it seemed, as he began to grope her left breast under her knitted top. Her face still burning with shame, Miz closed her eyes. She could not bear to see Micki and the other men watching her being violated. <br><br>As her captor continued to bite her earlobe playfully and rub her hardening nipple, she inadvertently uttered a soft moan. She immediately bit on her lower lip to prevent herself from making any more sounds, but she knew that her captor had heard it. She could feel his glee as he continued to tease her about her size.<br><br>Then, without warning, Turbo's hand was in her jeans once more. Miz let out a short scream as she felt Turbo's fingers brush her still dry sex, probing it, teasing it. "Ahhh, no, not there," she begged again. "Please, not there..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 21:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Micki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> The girls &amp; the bad men&nbsp; <br><br>When Frank spoke Micki felt sick.&nbsp; “You bastard” she hissed, the hatred she had for the man exploded, she wished she could get free, protect the girls, her girls, but they were out numbered and the girls were scared, she felt helpless and knew the girls and herself were in terrible danger.<br><br>The geeky looking lad was sneaky, Micki knew he would need to be watched, why did the quiet, shy looking ones turn out to be worse than the ones who looked like bullies?<br><br>When Micki was passed from Frank to one of the others she tried to struggle, but with her hands secured she was unable to do anything except shudder as his hands started to roam across her, moving down into her pants, touching her pussy, she squirmed, trying to move away but unable to keep him from slipping into her soft folds.<br><br>“Dont touch me you filth” she sneered, trying to stomp on his foot with her booted foot.&nbsp; <br><br>“Frank, dont, leave them alone” Micki cried out, her face paling as they started to maul the girls.&nbsp; Mara, Mary, Miz, they all looked scared and pale, terrified, and with good reason, this was not going to have a happy ending.&nbsp; She had a feeling things were going to get worse.&nbsp; So much worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 22:26:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Victor<br><br><hr><br>Turbo was a bit disappointed upon finding that Miz was still dry down there, but he wasn't surprised either.&nbsp; He was willing to be a bit more patient with this Japanese girl, though he wondered if the others were willing to be as patient.&nbsp; A quick glance over toward Mary showed that Victor was already just about ready to screw the girl in the ass.&nbsp; If the sounds from the living area was of any indication, Frank had already taken Mara's virginity.&nbsp; Of course, the ex-cop wanted to play around with his prey for just a while longer.&nbsp; It sounded like he was started to make some progress too, if that soft moan from Miz's pretty little lips was of any indication.<br><br>"Not there?&nbsp; Not where exactly?&nbsp; You should be a bit more specific than that," Turbo grinned as he continued probing and teasing Miz's pussy with his fingers.&nbsp; He was careful not to slip his fingers in just yet.&nbsp; Instead, he dragged his fingers along the outside, rubbing his fingertips along those trimmed lips.&nbsp; Trimmed wasn't good enough.&nbsp; He was going to have to have that pussy completely shaved later on.&nbsp; For now, though, he was going to get this girl ready for their next bit of fun.&nbsp; Moving his fingers up a bit more, he felt around until he felt the thin little piece of skin that hid away that fun little bundle of nerves.&nbsp; His fingers touched and teased the skin around the hood.&nbsp; He took hold of the flesh surrounding the clit and tugged in a gentle manner.&nbsp; He knew better than to tug at the clit itself.&nbsp; As he held that piece of womanhood in place between his thumb and fingers, he waited for that pulsating feeling that came when those pussy lips were held like that.&nbsp; "Have you ever been touched there by a man?&nbsp; Another woman, perhaps?&nbsp; Don't tell me you're also a virgin.&nbsp; Hey, you can tell me.&nbsp; If you do, I might not have to find out for myself the <em>hard</em> way."<br><br>As Turbo's fingers danced along under Miz's jeans, he continued giving those pert little breasts some more attention.&nbsp; He move his hand over to the other breast, palming it and playing with it in an increasing rough manner.&nbsp; He started taking the nipple between his fingers and tugging it away from the quivering girl's body.&nbsp; His tongue continued running along the back of Miz's ear as he whispered more insults to her.&nbsp; "What would the others think of you if they found out you're enjoying this?&nbsp; Would they believe you if you tried to tell them otherwise?&nbsp; They'll know how much of a naughty little slut you really are.&nbsp; Are you trying to stay quiet so they won't know?&nbsp; They probably heard you, you know.&nbsp; What's the use in hiding it anymore?&nbsp; Why not just let it all out?&nbsp; It might not hurt as much later on if you do."<br><br>Turbo then pulled his hand out from under Miz's shirt.&nbsp; He took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up again.&nbsp; He stopped just short of exposing her nipples, though the underside of her breasts were clearly visible.&nbsp; He grinned and slowly pulled the shirt up a bit more, reveling in his victim's humiliation.<br><br>"You know, they might not know for sure whether you're enjoying it or just screaming in pain if you just let yourself go right now.&nbsp; You might even be able to hide it from them," Turbo grinned.&nbsp; "Once they see how hard your nipples have gotten, though, all bets are off.&nbsp; They'll know for sure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 19:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Gruber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Turbo, Katsu<br><br>Victor pulled down the lil white pantie that the young girl wore down to her knees even as his hand on her back kept her trapped. He caressed her tight toned ass cheeks in hand, loving the feel of their tightness and the baby soft smooth skin. He held her with one hand as his own hand found his jeans buttons, expertly opening his jeans and pushing his boxer down slightly just to free himself barely.<br><br>His cock was already fairly erect from the touch of such a gorgeous young creature yet it had room to grow. It was clear that Mary was fairly inexperienced probably virgin from the look of things. He pressed himself against her next, letting his throbbing erection slid into her ass crack, letting her feel bare skin against bare skin as he bend over her to whisper against her ear.<br><br>His mouth nibbled on the back on her ear, whisper in a voice that was husky and heavy with desire as his hip made the gentle rolling motion, little bit of precum smeared into her skin. He grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled a little arching her neck a bit making her look into his eyes. He wondered if she would realize that he was fairly average in size but his girth was exceptional and she would feel every throbbing inch stretching her specially if she tries to make a fruitless resistance.<br><br>"I will have you Mary and you can't stop me. You can fight but it would only make it hurt. Hold still and let me lube you up. Don't make it harder on yourself than it has to be."<br><br>He was fairly sure she wouldn't listen to realistic advise at this point and so he held her by her back and slid himself down behind her to kneel. His free hand grabbed a cheek to spread and he licked his lips watching the trimmed hair in her pussy and the innocent looking pucker of her ass. "Just relax", he whispered and his face moved forward. The hunger in his eyes would be clear for anyone to see and his cock throbbed into rock hard arousal at the view of his goal. His tongue came out and he made a slow circle around the puckered flesh of her anus before starting to poke right into the hole trying to push open her tight sphincter muscle with his tongue, gripping her ass cheek tight to hold her steady knowing that she would surely try to escape such lewd ministration.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 16:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Turbo, Mary, Victor<br><hr><br>As the Asian man traced her nether lips with his rough finger, Miz felt her knees go weak. If he had not been holding her tight, she would have slumped to the floor. She could still hear Mara screaming outside the kitchen, and Mary's captor threatening her. She still could not see what was happening to the poor girl, but upon reflection, Miz thought it was better this way. To see Mary abused, on top of Mara's screams, would make her feel more helpless than ever.<br><br>"Not... not down there..." she whispered a trembling reply, because taking seemed to be effective against the Asian man. The more she talked, the more he teased, and the more the inevitable abuse was delayed. Miz wondered if it was possible to delay until help came to rescue them, or until one of the men got bored, or Micki or someone came up with a brilliant plan. There wasn't much hope, but it was all she could cling on to. "Please! Don't... Don't hurt us..." For reply, the Asian man tugged on her nether lips, sending a jolt of electricity through Miz's body. Miz shuddered, not so much from pain as from pleasure. What was this feeling? How could she want him to touch her again, despite the pain and the fear he was putting her through. Miz bit down on her lower lip hard to suppress another moan, and tasted blood in her mouth. She was determined not to show the man how much his touch had affected her. What she did not know, however, that her body was betraying her. Even as she resisted her captor, her perky light brown nipples were getting hard, and her juices were beginning to secrete from the soft folds of her sex. For now, she merely put the feeling down to emotional instability caused by fear for her life and her friends' safety.<br><br>She refused to answer anymore of Turbo's questions, but when he began to tease her about being a virgin, Miz's thoughts flew to Ryotaro, her childhood friend and first boyfriend. She and Ryo-kun had promised each other many times to save their virginity for each other. Even when Ryo-kun's family had moved away, she had honoured the promise, knowing deep in her heart that he would honour it too.<br><br>A sudden fear gripped Miz now. What did this man mean, find out the hard way? What was he...? Surely not... No!<br><br>"Nooooooooo!!" Miz screamed, suddenly trying to pull away from her captor's grasp even as he pulled her knitted top up slowly. She couldn't push him away with her hands cuffed behind her back, but by hunching her shoulders against the arm restricting her movement, she might be able to break his hold...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 22:25:56</strong>
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				Turbo kept his arm tightly wrapped around Miz's body, preventing her from pulling away.&nbsp; There was a bit more difficulty, especially since he was using the same arm that he was holding her with, but he was able to slip the knitted top over Miz's breasts, exposing them for everyone else to see.&nbsp; The ex-cop absolutely loved the fact that he was right about the girl's nipples going hard.&nbsp; What he loved enough more was the wet and sticky juices that were leaking from that tight little pussy.&nbsp; "Oh?&nbsp; What's this?&nbsp; Are you actually getting wet now?&nbsp; I think you are, you naughty little slut."<br><br>That hand under those jeans kept tugging and pulling away at the girl's pussy lips.&nbsp; He rubbed that moistening slit with the tip of his middle finger, trailing it up toward the clit.&nbsp; Now that he was getting plenty of response from his victim, he decided to brush up against that tiny little nubbin.&nbsp; He coaxed the little button of flesh out from its hiding spot and touched the sides of it with his thumb and middle finger.&nbsp; His index finger pressed up against the tip of the clit, moving it up and down...<br><br>"Just tell me whether or not you're a virgin.&nbsp; If you answer truthfully, I promise I won't take away your virginity, okay?" Turbo grinned maliciously as he pulled his hand out from Miz's jeans.&nbsp; He proceeded to unbutton and unzip those jeans, then pulled down down to her knees so as to trap her legs as well.&nbsp; He was almost certain that the girl he had trapped was a virgin.&nbsp; "Of course, I'll have to check for myself, but think of it this way.&nbsp; If you don't answer, you're losing your virginity for sure.&nbsp; If you do, there's still a chance I'll keep my word.&nbsp; What'll it be?"<br><br>He leaned forward, pressing his weight into the girl's back and pushing her down to the floor.&nbsp; He slammed his knee against the back of Miz's left knee so that she would be brought down into a kneeling position.&nbsp; Once he had her on the floor, he continued pulling her shirt up and over her head.&nbsp; He didn't care that he was stretching the knitted top and most likely ruining it.&nbsp; He pulled it over her head and down to her upper arms, binding them in the same way her wrists were cuffed.&nbsp; He then took a fistful of Miz's hair so as to hold her head down against the floor.&nbsp; His hand reached down against and started stroking that slit, this time from behind.&nbsp; Turbo whispered into the Japanese girl's ear.&nbsp; "Last chance..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 06:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday Evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Turbo, Mary, Victor<br><hr><br>Miz continued to scream and hunch her shoulders, trying to break her captor's grip, but the Asian man was stronger and eventually managed to get her top over her perky breasts. Miz's cheeks, already flushed from the embarrassment of having a man touch her, and the effort from struggling, went even redder. She thought she would die of shame, and hoped the other men were too preoccupied with their own captives to notice her exposed flesh.<br><br>And now, Turbo's fingers were prying between her legs, stroking the tender flesh. Clamping her legs tighter, Miz tried to squirm, but it made no difference. The man's fingers continued to explore that restricted territory as casually as though he were taking a stroll in the park.<br><br><em>"Just tell me whether or not you're a virgin."</em> she heard a whisper in her ear, but Miz's mind drew a blank. She tried to shake her head, but she was too preoccupied with her exposed chest and trying to prevent whatever the man's hands were doing down south to even do so. <br><br>The man must have lost his patience, because what happened next was a blur to Miz. The only thing she was aware of was her jeans falling in a heap around her ankles, a pain on the back of her left knee, and then the cold hard floor rising up to meet her. Miz tried to reach her hands out to break her fall, but met the resistance of the cuffs cutting into her wrists. The man pulled Miz's torso straight in order to pull her favourite knitted top over her head. Before the shame of being nearly completely naked in the presence of at least three men could hit her, she felt pain as her hair was grabbed roughly and her head pushed to the kitchen floor. Her nose was full of the smell of floor cleaning detergents as she felt her captor's hand violating her womanly slit once more and heard him say, <em>"Last chance..."</em>. Beads of sweat mingled with tears and ran down her face, ending up in a small puddle on the floor. Miz struggled to control her shivering body as she opened her mouth to stammer out, "Y...Yes..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forced Entry - A quiet weekend ahead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 00:46:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.celebritiesheight.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Edison-Chen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ed 'Turbo' Lau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Friday evening<br><strong>With:</strong> Mary, Miz, Victor<br><br><hr><br>Turbo grabbed a hold of Miz's jeans and pulled them all the way down to her ankles.&nbsp; One hand remained entangled in the Japanese girl's long silky black hair.&nbsp; The other was freely trailing along that wet and ready slit.&nbsp; The ex-cop loved the look on that girl's face.&nbsp; He relished in that look of terror he had seen before when he still held power and authority over others.&nbsp; He just wanted to lick up those tears that were running down his victim's face.&nbsp; He knew that he could take Miz's virginity any time he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.&nbsp; Still... what he had in mind was way more fun.<br><br>"There we go.&nbsp; That's a good girl," Turbo smirked as he patted Miz on the head just as soon as he heard the word "Yes" from her mouth.&nbsp; With that same hand that he patted Miz on the head, he pressed down on the girl's back to keep her in place.&nbsp; He used his other hand to unzip and pull down his jeans.&nbsp; "As promised, I will not take your virginity.&nbsp; Well... not your vaginal virginity, anyway.&nbsp; Since I can't stick my cock in your cunt, I'll have to stick it somewhere else instead."<br><br>With that, Turbo pressed the head of his cock up against Miz's <em>other </em>hole.&nbsp; The strength of a terrified and cornered young woman was impressive, to say the least, but something the ex-cop had come across more than once before.&nbsp; He knew how to maintain control over the Japanese girl and keep her from squirming out of his grasp.&nbsp; Before long, the tip of his cock had managed to squeeze past that dark and tight little ring of muscle and into the girl's ass.<br><br>"Oh yeah, one more thing.&nbsp; I can't take your virginity if someone else has taken it already," Turbo continued talking.&nbsp; He turned his eyes over towards John.&nbsp; "Isn't that right...?&nbsp; John, was it?"
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