Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]
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				Title: <strong>Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 08:22:25</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><hr>(http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/SciFi2/jw%20Year%20V%20Sci-Fi%20Art%20Wall%20077%20-%20Ken%20Kelly.jpg)<br></td><td><div align="center"><hr><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">Millennial Visions of the 41st Century<br><br>or<br><br>How I Learned to Stop Worrying and <br>Love the Vampire<br></span><br></div><br><hr><em>Reader beware: this story is xxx-rated for sex, violence and drug use.<br><br></em><hr></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>The six-man band at the stand was playing a mind-crawling number with their sense-emitters jammed on low.&nbsp; There wasn't any escaping the baritone clutter of synthesized, light-driven sounds.&nbsp; Not in Chao Tao Duke's anyway.&nbsp; The place was filled with its regulars:&nbsp; Mar the Martian (guy was from Io, the moon satelliting Jupiter), Sen the Drek, Loony Foon Foon and Vilhelm, a card shark.&nbsp; Yeah, everyone was feeling the mood of Ole Duke's all right, what with the feelers getting good and drunk and in everyone's pants.&nbsp; Even Vilhelm, with that ugly mug of his, was getting action from an average looking whore, his dick all in her mouth.&nbsp; For a broad reaching sixty, Gabriel didn't think she looked too bad.&nbsp; But the sluts in this place were of inferior quality, looking like party ghosts who forgot that a dime meant a good time, not a cum-hauling service.<br><br>Gabriel hated Ole Duke's.&nbsp; It was Big Lou's territory and Gabriel wasn't welcome.&nbsp; Irony of the matter is, that for any poor schmuck walking into this raunchy bin of over-sexed, over-paid guns-for-hires, Mar, Sen, Loony and Vilhelm would've been worthless.&nbsp; But for Gabriel Manning, these four, especially Foon Foon, were worth a lot of money.&nbsp; Too much money.&nbsp; If only these four schmucks knew how much they were worth.&nbsp; They wouldn't be laughing over the rims of their beer glasses.<br><br>"Drink up boys," Gabriel muttered as he chewed on a toothpick, "tonight's yer' last cheer."<br><br>Gabriel had stood like a figure transfixed and immutable by time.&nbsp; Leaning against a table with his long legs crossed at the knees, the deep lines of his exposed abdomen traveled dangerously low down his pelvis to a shiny golden belt buckle that seemed more like an invitation than a vanguard.&nbsp; Interested parties would occasionally graze the hill of his package, their grasp lingering on his buckle as they went, whispering, sometimes in between giggles, something like, "would you like me to put you in my mouth?"&nbsp; Gabriel didn't much oblige them, except for a devastatingly beautiful man who had really clutched his ball sack.&nbsp; Gabriel was tempted, but let that bird fly.<br><br>No, Gabriel was waiting for an opportunity to get close to these jokers.&nbsp; And he knew that the time was drawing nigh when he heard the harsh raps of familiar heels clicking on the beer-stained linoleum.&nbsp; Vasha had arrived.&nbsp; Immediately, the ambiance of the bar altered, entranced by the new woman's virility.&nbsp; Enchanted, entranced, maybe driven to lunacy, the people in the bar were now talking more than before.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 15:44:02</strong>
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				Her eyes scanned the crowd, in an instant able to ascertain who was worth her effort and who was a waste of time.&nbsp; Two low life cargo haulers were eying her hungrily, one rubbing his sweaty hands together in anticipation while the other reached in his pockets to fumble for some cash so that he could buy her first.&nbsp; She yawned in boredom crossing her arms over the ample breasts barely hidden by the leather bra she wore.&nbsp; <br><br>As she sashayed through the bar, she lost count of the caresses an gropes given to her by any man within reach.&nbsp; Her breasts were usually the target, dirty sweaty hands reaching up to give her nipple a pinch, or squeeze the soft flesh to garner a reaction from her.&nbsp; A few brave souls would reach out and try to slip their hands between her legs eager to get a sample of what they might get.&nbsp; A quick snarl and flash of fang would usually put them back in their place, but not always.&nbsp; Everyone knew that she was a vampire, but there were the odd few that didn't pay that much mind, thinking that because she was a woman and them a man she could be easily subdued.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Ignoring all of the eager men hungry for a taste of her, she sashayed up to the bar to have a drink.&nbsp; There weren't any there that night that Vasha felt were worth her time.&nbsp; Her drink ordered she was about to take an drink when a would be patron grabbed her by the arm and whirled her around to face him.&nbsp; His breath stunk of cheap booze and he was badly in need of a bath.&nbsp; Greasy hands fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples cruelly while he pressed his hard cock against her.&nbsp; "Whatsa matter sweetness?&nbsp; Too good for the likes of us?"&nbsp; He dug into his pocked and took out some money and tossed it at her.&nbsp; <br><br>Vasha snarled at him and tried to push him away.&nbsp; The money he'd thrown clattered onto the floor rolling this way and that.&nbsp; Some of it being scooped up by other whores hoping it wouldn't be noticed.&nbsp; "You're not worth my time!"&nbsp; She spat at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"My money's just as good as any one's."&nbsp; He snapped as he gripped her chin forcing her to look at him.&nbsp; "How about giving us a kiss love?"&nbsp; His mouth descended towards her lips but didn't make it too close before he croaked in pain. <br><br>Vasha had reached between them and now had hold of his cock and was squeezing none to gently.&nbsp; "It's not your money I'm worried about."&nbsp; Her voice was a soft growl.&nbsp; "You aren't worth my time because you won't be able to please me."&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh yeah?"&nbsp; He growled grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her down onto the bar.&nbsp; "Well see if you still say that when I make you scream for me."&nbsp; One hand held her by the throat while the other reached for the zipper on the leather hot pants she always wore, preparing to have her right there on the bar in front of everyone.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 18:29:55</strong>
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				The leather-faced patrons of Chao Tao Duke's varied so greatly in species that one couldn't find a more diverse sample in a hell bound train.&nbsp; There were the standard diviations of humans, divided by race, creed and gender.&nbsp; But also present were gene-splicers, mutants, aberrants, replicants, cyborgs, gestalts, puppets, demons and so-called gods, all of whom represented a threat to the thigh-high boot wearing prostitute lay prostrate on the bar.&nbsp; Anonymous hands descended on Vasha, grasping her ankles and her thighs, her biceps and her wrists.&nbsp; Greedy, clammy, claw-like hands roamed across the shifting curves of her ribs and the underside of her breasts.&nbsp; Hands explored the difference in texture between the leather of her boots and the silkiness of her thighs.&nbsp; Three men placed all of their weight unto her shoulders and her head so that another could slap her forehead with his thick, stubby member.&nbsp; Vilhelm laughed.<br><br>&nbsp;"Take her clothes off!&nbsp; Take her clothes off!" &nbsp;He screamed.<br><br>Mar, the man with his hand at Vasha's hotpants' zipper, glowered at Vilhelm.&nbsp; He was a tall, muscular black man with a shaved head and large beard, who wasn't as cut or as chiseled as he had been in his prime.&nbsp; He was in the process of beating his large, surgically enhanced dick against the inside of Vasha's thigh, but the crowd was becoming an unruly tirade against him.&nbsp; The bartender produced a set of scissors-- and Wilhelm himself sliced Vasha's hotpants and bra.&nbsp; He slowly slid the blades of the scissors across Vasha's collar bone as hands pried into her vagina, her anus and her breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;"It seems that all of us are worthy of you now, hmm?" &nbsp; He said to Vasha, assuring her that the blades of the scissors were sharp.&nbsp; There were a few laughs and catcalls from the patrons.&nbsp; Vilhelm pushed Mar aside, then gestured to Vasha's femininity, exposed as it was. &nbsp;"A man can't but marvel at the beauty of the female form." &nbsp; He slapped her pussy, then rammed his tongue down her snatch.&nbsp; He swirled it, bellowing dramatically.&nbsp; Then he stood up, laughing, and dumped a shot of whiskey over her pelvis.&nbsp; It was now Mar's turn to lick her, lapping up the whiskey like a dog.<br><br>Gabriel had watched the situation unfold curiously, but did not act on any impulse to help Vasha.&nbsp; Indeed, he thought that he would partake in the festivities.&nbsp; As Vilhelm's old whore walked by, Gabriel stopped her with a devilish smirk and said, &nbsp;"I need you to warm me up." &nbsp; With a smile, the old pro crouched down, unbuckling his huge beltbuckle, and lowered his zipper to unfurl his member.&nbsp; She was deliberate in her ministrations, carefully stroking Gabriel with two hands, licking the tip of his penis.&nbsp; She couldn't get her lips around the bulbous head:&nbsp; it was the size of a small apple when completely erect.&nbsp; She placed her nose on the underbelly of his cock, tugging his sac with her chin, and licked the very base of it.&nbsp; Then, when the old crone saw that Gabriel's flesh could not possibly support any more growth, she pushed his cock against his abdomen (the tip almost touched the apex of his chest) and buckled his belt back on.&nbsp; She slapped it, rose and kissed Gabriel.&nbsp; Gabriel loved the taste of sex in her mouth.<br><br>Gabriel led the old crone by the hand towards Vasha, shoving men and women aside, until he was confronted with Mar and Vilhelm.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah!&nbsp; Gabriel!" &nbsp;Vilhelm said, tugging at Gabriel's dick. &nbsp; "It looks like you're raring to go!" <br><br>&nbsp;"I want to fuck her first," &nbsp;Gabriel said with a snarl.<br><br>Vilhelm and Mar looked to one another and shrugged.&nbsp; Gabriel was a bit too wild to not be given preference.<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, but don't get too attached!" &nbsp;Everyone laughed.<br><br>Gabriel reached over and firmly gripped Vasha's nipple.&nbsp; He squeezed it and twisted it wickedly.&nbsp; The old crone at his shoulder laughed.&nbsp; Gabriel grabbed Vasha by the throat and slapped her across the face.&nbsp; The old crone knelt behind him, undoing his belt buckle and lowering his pants.&nbsp; She eagerly followed his hips with her tongue, circling the asterisk of his anus.&nbsp; As his legs widened, she reached to cup his balls in her hands.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Gabriel was pulling Vasha closer and closer to the edge of the bar, much like a whirlpool pulls in a vessel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 19:10:25</strong>
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				Vasha remained eerily calm during it all, eying each man with what could be considered cool disdain.&nbsp; Each one that took a turn at her received the&nbsp; stare.&nbsp; "Pah!"&nbsp; She snarled.&nbsp; "All of you together wouldn't make man enough to please me!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Her body was bare to everyone, and she noticed that other patrons had gathered around to watch the show.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled and she shook her head, as she writhed beneath Mar, goading him on.&nbsp; "You think you are man enough to handle this?&nbsp; Her hips arched off of the bar, bringing her pussy closer to him.&nbsp; She laughed at his attempt to arouse her and glanced around at the rest of them.&nbsp; "Is there anyone here that can do a better job than this waste of flesh?"&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened as she saw Gabe approach&nbsp; and her eyes remained neutral in the face of what looked like yet another attempt by someone to claim what couldn't be claimed.&nbsp; "You?"&nbsp; She snorted.&nbsp; "You think you are up to the task?"&nbsp; She opened her legs more trailing her finger along the outside of her sex, before bringing it up to her mouth to lick it off.&nbsp; "It will cost you."&nbsp; Her eyes held his coolly.&nbsp; "No one gets to ride for free."&nbsp; <br><br>As he approached her, Vasha sat up slightly, arching herself closer to his touch as he pinched and teased her nipple&nbsp; Her hands came up to scrape her nails down the hard muscles of his chest, following a path down to his waist.&nbsp; Looking over his shoulder she saw the old crone laughing and she hissed at her before turning full attention back to Gabe.&nbsp; She leaned forward even more to scrape her teeth along his neck while her hand reached inside of his vest and grabbed the gun holstered there.&nbsp; Slowly she drew it from it's sheath and armed it.&nbsp; Laying back again, she writhed some more in teasing as she pointed the gun at Gabe's chest with a wicked grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 07:02:54</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Gabriel had been in the process of rubbing the fat tip of his member against Vasha's clitoris and admiring the lonely view from missionary, when he felt her hand travel into his vest.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed as Vasha, that sinful nubile creature that commanded his dick to pulsate painfully and ooze with pre-ejaculate with a single glance, drew his own blaster against him.&nbsp; He felt pretty stupid holding his dick in his hand and having a sixty-year-old's tongue up his ass, all the while being held up with his own fucking pistol.&nbsp; Especially in front of all the boys.&nbsp; But they weren't laughing.&nbsp; If Vasha could outdraw Gabriel, then she could outdraw all of them.<br><br>The bar sank into silence.&nbsp; Vasha seemed to have the upper hand.&nbsp; Gabriel lifted his hands up to surrender, glancing down at the gun's muzzle pressed against his chest.&nbsp; The old crone hid behind Gabriel, pressing her chin against his shoulder.&nbsp; "Come on baby, let's go," she whispered into his ear.&nbsp; She was a good hag, good at sucking dick; but that comes with experience, and she had had plenty of it.&nbsp; And even though she wanted to leave desperately, the old slut did not dare make a move as long as Vasha held the blaster.&nbsp; Some of the men in the bar stopped sucking on their cigars, sipping on their drinks or playing with their cocks.&nbsp; Things had gotten serious.<br><br>&nbsp;"Figure that there's enough punch in that gun to knock out a lung.&nbsp; Gun might work on Foon Foon.&nbsp; He ain't synthetic.&nbsp; Me, I've had more work done than a twenty-thousand credit call girl from MegaCasino Two.&nbsp; Maybe a blast'll get past the artificial skin, but no way it gets past the titanium plates embedded in my chest.&nbsp; But I gotta admit, you're good." <br><br>Gabriel chuckled boyishly, his lips contorting into something of a mischievous smirk.&nbsp; He deliberately tossed some stray strands off his face with his left hand, then revealed a twisted-muzzled, jet-black plasma pistol in his hand.&nbsp; Gabriel tilted his head, shrugged, and smiled an inward, knowing smile full of pearly teeth.&nbsp; There was an ominous click of the gun as the safety was removed.&nbsp; Then the muzzle of the plasma pistol was placed against Vasha's forehead.&nbsp; All of this was done in a split second.<br><br>&nbsp;"You're really good, love; but me, I'm just magic." <br><br>Vilhelm laughed.&nbsp; Foon Foon sighed with relief.&nbsp; Though things were at an impasse, they trusted Gabriel's instincts with a gun.&nbsp; Gabriel drew himself towards Vasha, pushing against her drawn pistol and pressing his against her temple.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why, you son of a bitch!&nbsp; How are you goin' to let her draw your gun!&nbsp; Heh, I thought she had you nailed!"<br><br>Gabriel lethargically pressed his warm lips against Vasha's cold ones.&nbsp; And, as Gabriel was prone to do when he kissed Vasha, he smirked into it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now," he whispered.<br><br></td><td><span style="font-size: 50pt;" class="bbc_size">U<br>R<br>G<br>E<br>N<br>T<br></span><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 16:19:45</strong>
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				Vasha flashed him a feral grin, and then in a split second&nbsp; had the gun pointed away from him and firing at will.&nbsp; Bodies dropping to the floor as they had the misfortune of being in the way.&nbsp; The sounds of screams and shouts could be heard as people either scattered or ducked for cover.&nbsp; Tables were overturned, bottles and glasses sent flying, the sounds of breaking glass echoing through the room, along with her laugh.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's been too long."&nbsp; She growled at Gabriel, gripping his cock in her free hand, sliding slowly up and down it's length, all while continuing to fire the gun around the bar.&nbsp; "I've missed you my love." Her fingers swirled around the swollen head of his turgid manhood swirling the drops of pre cum all over it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 18:35:05</strong>
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				Gabriel brushed the canvas of air with a blot of continuous red.&nbsp; His plasma pistol was working overtime and Gabriel was making his shots count, too.&nbsp; Just because he was an evil, sadistic man, he turned about and shot the old prostitute in the chest. &nbsp;"It was bound to happen sooner or later!" &nbsp;he yelled malevolently.&nbsp; He laughed wickedly, ranting joyously as he swiveled about, decimating the patronage of the bar with his deadly accuracy.<br><br>&nbsp;"Is that so, Vasha?&nbsp; You could have made me look like more of a bad ass!&nbsp; Like, 'woah, I am really impressed by the girth of your dick, stranger!&nbsp; I'd pay you to have sex with me.&nbsp; I am so impressed with your masculinity.&nbsp; You are such an immeasurably, statistically-improbable handsome guy, and!'" &nbsp;Gabriel punctuated his jolly rant by plugging Vilhelm with a plasma bolt that spattered the side of his head with gray matter. &nbsp;"'Such an excellent shot!'" <br><br>Gabriel produced another plasma pistol out of thin air and shot around Vasha, embracing her with his mellon-sized biceps and squeezing her like a vice.&nbsp; He licked her lips, never actually ceasing fire.&nbsp; Then he released her, and strutted around the bar, giving no quarters.&nbsp; Men, women, sinners and innocents, they were all executed.&nbsp; Except Foon Foon.&nbsp; He was worth a lot of money alive.<br><br>&nbsp;"Now, everyone except Foon Foon will go to hell thinking that Gabriel wasn't Vasha's type of man." &nbsp;He sighed dramatically.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But Foon Foon won't." <br><br>Foon Foon was on his knees, looking about himself bewildered.&nbsp; Blood, guts, brains, they were scattered all over him, and the young asian man didn't know where to go, where to crawl, what to do, what to say.&nbsp; Gabriel knelt down beside him and snatched his chin to get a better look at him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you think that Vasha is too good for me, Foon Foon?" <br><br>[orange] "No man!&nbsp; No!" [/orange]<br><br>Gabriel got mad and shoved&nbsp; a pistol's muzzle against his left eye.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Are you trying to say that my beloved, exquisite, sinfully sweet afternoon delight is not attractive?" <br><br>[orange] "No! She is!&nbsp; She is attractive!" [/orange]<br><br>&nbsp;"You pissant, you fucking telling me that I just lied right now?&nbsp; That I came up with that out of thin air?&nbsp; Are you calling me a fucking liar, Foon Foon!?"<br><br>Foon Foon didn't say anything.&nbsp; Gabriel picked him up with his bionic arm by the throat and dragged him to the bar, where Vasha sat deliciously. Gabriel wanted an implant of a second penis to adequately express his serious desire to fuck her, but that would have to wait.&nbsp; Gabriel threw Foon Foon onto the bar.<br><br>&nbsp;"Strip, Foon Foon." &nbsp;Foon Foon began to strip.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You are going to express to Vasha how much you love her while I watch.&nbsp; I want you to come on her.&nbsp; Come on her chest and her face." &nbsp; Foon Foon looked at Gabriel with complete disbelief, so Gabriel shoved his blaster pistol against his cock.&nbsp; Foon Foon, distraught, began to masturbate.&nbsp; &nbsp; "That's a good boy.&nbsp; You better make it a good load.&nbsp; If you don't make it a good load, I'll have Vasha suck blood out of your dick.&nbsp; You really don't want that." &nbsp; During all this, Gabriel had been half naked, wearing only his tight jacket and combat boots.&nbsp; He sat on a stool and rubbed Vasha's backside, patting it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Vasha likes to be cummed on, don't you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 20:34:56</strong>
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				Vasha cooed at them both, pressing her backside against Gabe's hand, completely oblivious to the destruction surrounding them all in the bar.&nbsp; She clicked her tongue at Foon Foon and looked at him almost sympathetically.&nbsp; "I think he's scared Gabe."&nbsp; Her voice was a husky whisper.&nbsp; "Are you scared of me little human?&nbsp; Are you afraid that I will suck you dry?"&nbsp; A sly glance at Gabe brought a chuckle from her full pouty lips.&nbsp; "I've done that before you know.&nbsp; I waited till he came in my mouth, and then I sank my teeth in and sucked him completely dry."&nbsp; Her tongue darted out and licked her lips sensually.&nbsp; "Would you like to try that Foo Foo?"&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 01:19:16</strong>
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				It was not without a mix of tears and sadness that Foon Foon masturbated in front of them.&nbsp; Indeed, the man uttered "please don't kill me, please don't kill me" like a little hatchling chirps.&nbsp; Gabriel had a good kick out of that.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah, come on; you didn't think that this was going to be the way you died, you cocksucker?" &nbsp;Gabriel said, his feet kicked up on the bar counter.&nbsp; One hand traced the contour of Vasha's womanhood while the other held the blaster aimed at his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You sissy.&nbsp; Didn't you rape all those girls in Halendor?&nbsp; Didn't you kill all those people in Lagoon?&nbsp; If there was anything that actually resembled justice in this fucking universe, I would have to chop your head off and fuck your throat, you no good piece of slime." &nbsp; He chuckled.<br><br>&nbsp;"But I am not.&nbsp; I am giving you the opportunity of coming on one of the galaxy's finest prostitutes.&nbsp; She is legendary, my man.&nbsp; I mean look at her.&nbsp; Look at those pouty, puffy lips.&nbsp; Look at those sharp, sensual eyes.&nbsp; That button nose.&nbsp; God, I would love to be you, Foon Foon!&nbsp; Getting to spew your load on the most beautiful, sensual, finest creatures that ever trailed the old spaceways." &nbsp; Gabriel spanked Vasha hard.<br><br>&nbsp;"God, I love getting a piece of that," &nbsp;he muttered in between gritted teeth.<br><br>Foon Foon just continued to masturbate until finally, he wretched and, standing on his tip toes, he dribbled white goo over Vasha's face.&nbsp; Gabriel laughed and clapped.&nbsp; Then he reached over and wiped some cum from Vasha's face.&nbsp; It wasn't much.&nbsp; Gabriel wiped his finger across Vasha's lips.<br><br>He stood up, real mean and bold like, with removing his jacket to reveal his large, ripe shoulders, bulging biceps and rippled abdomen (which was canvassed with knots of muscle all around).&nbsp; He looked pissed.<br><br>&nbsp;"What's the big idea, Foon Foon?&nbsp; How are you going to cum on MY woman?&nbsp; You fuckhead, come here!" &nbsp; Gabriel jerked Foon Foon's legs, making him spill unto the counter top.&nbsp; Then he beat him with the butt of his gun.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You really did make a mistake, you stupid bastard.&nbsp; That's my girl.&nbsp; I pay her bills!&nbsp; She sleeps in my bed!&nbsp; And you're just going to cum on her like you own her?" &nbsp;Gabriel kept rocking Foon Foon around with his heavy hands.<br><br>&nbsp;"Puhleeze dun kill me!" &nbsp;Foon Foon uttered, spluttering blood.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh?" &nbsp;Gabriel pulled out another gun, and placed it against Foon Foon's chest.&nbsp; And he pulled the trigger.&nbsp; Foon Foon's arms were now bound with a purple, sticky substance.&nbsp; Gabriel kept on shooting him until all that was there was a cocoon.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah," &nbsp;he said looking around him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, Vasha-- that went better than expected.&nbsp; I didn't even get shot." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 02:52:00</strong>
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				<br>The display with Foon Foon left her almost bored.&nbsp; She watched the poor man work himself up to an orgasm and as he came on her face she wanted to let out a snort of disappointment.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Gabriel traced his finger across her lip, she sucked it into her mouth, biting it roughly before soothing it with her tongue.&nbsp; Leaning against the bar she watched as Gabriel intimidated the man, beating him nearly senseless with his gun.&nbsp; When at last he'd finished with Foon Foon and turned his attention back to her she smiled in greeting.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Moving up to him she ran her hands all over his body and pouted.&nbsp; "You shouldn't stay away so long Gabe.&nbsp; You know how I miss you when you aren't around."&nbsp; Her icy blue eyes scanned the now dead patrons of the bar and a sneer curled her lips.&nbsp; "You leave me with scum like this!&nbsp; Knowing that they can't satisfy me.&nbsp; Only you can do that my big strong space cowboy."&nbsp; Her hands reached between them to grip his cock in both hands, squeezing as she slid up the length. "This,"&nbsp; She said leaning down to take the tip of it in her mouth and suck him hard, drawing him deep before sliding him back out again.&nbsp; "Is what I crave."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 03:11:59</strong>
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				When Vasha ran her hands over his chest, Gabriel rolled his eyes in a playful way.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't start with me, Vasha.&nbsp; I remember that you were taking everyone's cock when I first met you, and you weren't complaining.&nbsp; Yeah, you think I forgot how you like to take three cocks at the same time?&nbsp; I suppose I should feel something in the way of flattery now.&nbsp; I do.&nbsp; See, now you're acting the way I wanted you to act in front of the boys.&nbsp; To make things worse, now, I'm coming down from a murderous high and you're antagonizing me with your selfishness." &nbsp; Gabriel stalked back and forth, pondering the new situation as it presented itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Gabriel turned to face Vasha, his masculinity dangling like a rope at his pelvis.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed with mischief.<br><br>&nbsp; "I've decided that I must punish you." &nbsp;Gabriel casually walked to a booth, tossing the occupants out.&nbsp; He then sat down, spreading his legs and draping his wrists across his knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Come on," &nbsp;he said, patting his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Come to daddy's lap, baby." &nbsp; Gabriel licked his flesh palm.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Daddy has to spank you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 03:36:57</strong>
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				"Mmmmphmm."&nbsp; She pouted sticking out her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I thought you would be glad to see me."&nbsp; Batting her long thick eyelashes at him she grinned mischievously.&nbsp; "And you know I do love to play Gabriel, but with this to play with,"&nbsp; She said motioning towards the body filled bar, "It makes it hard on me to please.&nbsp; These putrid excuses for humans aren't worth my time."&nbsp; <br><br>When he sat down and patted his lap a shot of desire snaked down her spine.&nbsp; Oh yes....this was Gabriel.&nbsp; She sauntered over to him, going slowly, wanting him to watch her as she approached him.&nbsp; Vasha could feel his eyes on her, and it was almost better than an actual touch.&nbsp; His gaze left her burning and yearning and by the time she got to him she was dripping in excitement.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:01:18</strong>
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				Gabriel tilted his head as she approached, thumbing his engorged dickhead casually.&nbsp; When she had approached him, he used his knee to make her spread her legs.&nbsp; His eyes appeared tired, like he was overcome by the sensuality of the woman.&nbsp; Gabriel peeked at her wet pussy, and began to laugh.&nbsp; Then his face became grim as he snatched Vasha in his arms and pressed her stomach down against his lap.&nbsp; His hard cock was driving against her soft, cold abdomen.&nbsp; Gabriel tightened his reign on her if she tried to move.<br><br>He surveyed her rump, feeling her curves, remembering their intimacy with his touch.&nbsp; He cupped his hand into the valley of her ass, and then dipped the very tip of his middle finger into her anus. <br><br>&nbsp;"You should be feeling awfully sorry for the shame you brought upon me, Vasha," &nbsp;he said, gritting his teeth.<br><br>Gabriel brought his hand down hard against her backside.&nbsp; He hit her again and again, folding her body like a crumpled accordion on his lap with the strength of his blows.&nbsp; If she squirreled away, he'd reel her back in.&nbsp; If she slipped off, he'd pull her back on.<br><br>&nbsp;"If you cry out in pain, I'm going to make you suffer," &nbsp;he hissed into her as he kept on pummeling her backside.&nbsp; He gripped her red, swollen glut tightly, rolling the flesh, before he slammed his palm against her rump again and again and again, until her pale flesh was almost crimson.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:20:58</strong>
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				"I'm sorry."&nbsp; She apologized as a groan bubbled up from her throat at the feel of his hands on her body.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to."&nbsp; She gasped as the first of several blows landed on the flesh of her ass.&nbsp; "You've...been gone so long..."&nbsp; Vasha croaked and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lithe body tried to squirm away several times, but to no avail.&nbsp; Strong hands held her in place, making her stay and accept the punishment he was doling out.&nbsp; Her only consolation was she knew that once he was done he was likely to pleasure her as no other man could.&nbsp; <br><br>Her ass was on fire, and she didn't have to look to know her skin was as hot as it felt.&nbsp; She looked up at Gabe, her eyes taking on an ethereal glow as indignity burned in her gut.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:50:41</strong>
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				Gabriel clutched her face in his steel grasp, glowering as he stared at her eyes.&nbsp; Then, with a snarl, he snatched her lips with is teeth and tethered&nbsp; them.&nbsp; It was a strange kiss, but it was visceral and reckless.&nbsp; He then spun her around so that her ass was in his face and her upper body rested on the table, and he bit at her thick muscles harshly-- but not enough to draw blood.&nbsp; Then, he rubbed the tip of his nose against her anus, the very tip of his tongue slightly, not even really, strumming Vasha's little bud.&nbsp; Her pussy still tasted like whiskey and Mar's breath, but that drove Gabriel crazy instead of inhibiting him.&nbsp; With one smooth motion, his tongue traveled the distance between her clitoris to her asshole, and he swirled his tongue into the finality of the brush.<br><br>One could easily love everything about Vasha.&nbsp; There was nothing about her that Gabriel did not think looked perfect.&nbsp; She always smelled delightful.&nbsp; Even when she smelled of sex with ten men, she smelled good to him.&nbsp; The sound of her voice, her purrs, her moans, they drove him emphatically mad.&nbsp; Gabriel could spend hours watching her thighs when she sat, crouched, fucked and rode a hovercycle.&nbsp; But Gabriel's absolute favorite was the taste of her orifices.&nbsp; He loved the taste of her spit.&nbsp; Sometimes, when a few people shared his cock, Gabriel liked to kiss whoever went after Vasha just to get a hint of her taste.&nbsp; But the taste of her pussy and her ass...&nbsp; God, Gabriel could season his food with her juices.<br><br>With his face buried in her ass, Gabriel began to moan and grumble, devouring her anus greedily.&nbsp; He liked to slide his tongue inside of her and push against the walls of her sphincter.&nbsp; He liked to feel the ridges against his taste buds.&nbsp; Gabriel gently squeezed her clitoris in between his thumb and index.<br><br>Gasping for air, Gabriel said, &nbsp;"You are forgiven." &nbsp; Gabriel draped her legs over his shoulders, reclined back and ate her ass out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 17:07:41</strong>
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				Vasha writhed on the table, her hands gripping the edges as her body bucked under his mouth.&nbsp; She purred and cooed as he teased her.&nbsp; Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her neck as she gasped for air.&nbsp; Gabriel knew her body better than his own, could play it like a finely tuned instrument.&nbsp; One hand slid into his hair, gripping it roughly as she pulled him closer to her, shoving his face into dripping pussy.&nbsp; "So good."&nbsp; She growled.&nbsp; "Make me cum!"&nbsp; Vasha cried, hovering on the edge but not quite reaching the pinnacle of release.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 05:10:13</strong>
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				<br>Snatching Vasha’s wrist and discarding it, Gabriel seethed with fury at being commanded so willfully.&nbsp; That slut must be punished, he thought.&nbsp; And what better way to punish her than…&nbsp; Gabriel chuckled.&nbsp; He stood up, looking at Vasha was a knowing glare, and he revealed in his metallic forearm a small compartment with two syringes.&nbsp; Gabriel shook his head, laughing…<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh, Vasha… you are so going to get it.” <br><br>Gabriel grabbed one syringe and slid it into his neck, shooting it up into his artery.&nbsp; Then, he grabbed the other one and slammed the needle into his thigh.&nbsp; He began to laugh maniacally.<br><br>His blood engorged cock, with its vein enlaced shaft, began to thicken and grow to an inhuman proportion.&nbsp; The flesh at the base of that thick pole became leathery, and then, white fur grew over his pelvis, abdomen, thighs.&nbsp; The metamorphosis was most apparent in his extremities:&nbsp; his feet became large and flat with huge claws at the ends.&nbsp; His fingertips on his flesh hand split, and claws emerged from his fingers.&nbsp; His shoulders broadened, his legs developed two joints, and his face...&nbsp; Oh god, his face!&nbsp; His lips curled in pain and glee as fangs formed and his mouth stretched forward.&nbsp; His eyes grew large, his head sunk low, and Gabriel—no longer Gabriel but an anthropomorphic timberwolf—hovered over poor Vasha.&nbsp; He stood at 9 feet.<br><br>&nbsp;“Heheh…&nbsp; I am going to split you in half, love.” <br><br>Vasha was a crazy woman.&nbsp; She loved it when he became a wolf.&nbsp; He splashed unto her, the table breaking underneath his great mass.&nbsp; And, pinning Vasha down with her stomach against the surface of the broken table, inserted a small portion of his now grotesquely and obscenely large cock into her wet snatch.&nbsp; He crouched, clawing her hips up into an angle, to deliver his large payload with the eagerness and power of an animal.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 12:36:48</strong>
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				She pressed her forehead against the edge of the shower, letting the steaming water run over her body.&nbsp; The low roar of water hitting flesh and tile almost as soothing to her mind as the heat was to tired muscle.&nbsp; For several forlorn minutes she merely rested there, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she would slowly breath in the steam, slowly spitting out the water that would stream into her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Her entire body ached, making it almost a luxury to enjoy these quiet, stolen moments when she needed to do nothing but.. enjoy.&nbsp; Of course, in between the list of things that -always- needed to be fixed, and her own studies of the ships interface, she had managed to fit in a trip to town.&nbsp; Her body tensing slightly as she would remember, her head arching back, letting the water run over her face, likely carrying with it the last vestiges of gooey white fluid that seemed never to leave her form these days.. <br><br>It had been pleasant.&nbsp; Exhaustive.&nbsp; Delicious in its way.&nbsp; Yet instead of satiation, she had gained only frustration from her little jaunt.&nbsp; Her companions on the ship having been gone for some time, or so it seemed, and so she had made due with what deliciously warm bodies, and cocks!, were available.. And found release in none of it.&nbsp; Though just the thought of such torment would tighten the soft flesh, the water rolling over slowly heating skin, only egging on her thoughts, her need..<br><br>One hand reaching out, bracing against the wall, her heel digging into the porous surface of the tiled floor, one leg lifted, braced against the door even as her free hand would coil between her legs.. A soft gasp leaving her lips as she would begin to stroke those puffy lips.&nbsp; Likely she would at least find release in her own fingers.. <br><br>A little whimper leaving her, nearly drowned out in that roar of water, her back arching, her eyes sliding shut, mouth filling with water, stifling that moan.&nbsp; She was feeling deliciously hedonistic, lost in the sensations of her thumb stroking over her clit, her fingers suddenly thrusting into her aching little hole..&nbsp; It wasn't enough!&nbsp; It was never enough!&nbsp; That gasp as her mind was suddenly elsewhere..<br><br>Watching.&nbsp; Seeing.&nbsp; The sudden change of familiar face into something animalistic.&nbsp; Primal.&nbsp; She would gasp, her head hitting the edge of the shower, trembling there, slowly sliding until she was curled on the floor, legs splayed.&nbsp; One hand still expertly working her slick cunt, the other curling around her breast, viciously pinching the tightened nipples.. <br><br>'Brother..'&nbsp; That gasp as her mind touched his, seeing what he saw, light as a feather, likely unnoticed in the rising tide of testosterone and arousal..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 16:17:11</strong>
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				Vasha watched as Gabriel changed, an odd combination of awe and arousal burning in her eyes.&nbsp; She loved it when he changed, when he truly let the animal out to play.&nbsp; Gabriel by himself was ten times the man any other ever thought of being, but when he was like this....there was no other man in the universe that could come close to equaling the intense pleasurable pain he alone could give her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes watched as he shifted and changed, licking her lips hungrily in thought of what was to come.&nbsp; Hands itched to stroke along the enormous girth of his frightfully large cock, wanting to run fingers all around him, feel it grow as she held it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So lost in pleasurable thought, she wasn't fully prepared for when Gabe pounced on her and flipped her over.&nbsp; She mewled in pleasure as she felt him place the head of that delicious piece of throbbing flesh at her opening and she pushed back against him, eager to encourage him to continue.&nbsp; "Oh yessssssssss."&nbsp; She hissed as the wondrous sensations assailed her senses.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 17:05:20</strong>
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				Clutching her thick rump with his claws hard enough to draw blood, he labored slowly to ram as much of his enormous cock inside of Vasha.&nbsp; His body arched in the plow, his lips naturally forming into an 'o' and his breaths softly emitting a howl.&nbsp; It was painful and delightful to deliver something so big into something so small.&nbsp; Vasha was dead.&nbsp; She did not need organs.&nbsp; She was a vampire.&nbsp; She could heal.&nbsp; So Gabriel sputtered whistly chuckles as, by sheer force (and as a timberwolf, he commanded a great deal of force) buried his cock into her pussy to the very hilt.<br><br>A few words about Gabriel in this form.&nbsp; His skin was black, but his fur was of white and grey.&nbsp; The fur was thick and soft, but seemed cold to the touch.&nbsp; The lone exception to his transformation was an arm, which appeared too large for him in human shape appeared just the right size in his wolf state.<br><br>Crouching behind Vasha, or rather sitting on his haunches, Gabriel slid his large hands underneath Vasha's thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.&nbsp; He then grabbed her neck and lifted Vasha off the table, suspending her on the lone tension of his pipe-sized cock.&nbsp; Then, with wanton strength, Gabriel pulled Vasha off of his dick, peeling her pussy away until he reached the ripe edges of his mushroomed head.&nbsp; It was so cyclopean in its arousal that it locked Gabriel and Vasha together.&nbsp; Nevermind that.&nbsp; Gabriel eased Vasha back unto his cock until his pelvis met hers, and he just as easily allowed her to withdraw.<br><br>This would not continue for long.&nbsp; Gabriel worked his way up in speed, until the quota of his desire could not be met by only pulling and pushing Vasha up and down on his cock.&nbsp; No, he had to thrust.&nbsp; And as he thrust to satisfy his desire, he growled menacingly and salivated at the sexy symmetry cut by Vasha's cold, dead body.<br><br>Moira could see that Vasha's body held Gabriel's interests succinctly, but she could penetrate his surface thoughts enough to see that he could not wait to get back on the ship.&nbsp; Gabriel had a surprise for dear Moira, and he could not wait to fuck the surprise for her.&nbsp; He had envisioned the scene already.&nbsp; Foon Foon, gagged and blindfolded, bound and stripped.&nbsp; He was draped over a table, with his upper body pinned down with large metal strips.&nbsp; Moira would be sitting on top of Foon with her legs crossed, her hands holding his ass cheeks apart, thanking Gabriel for his kindness.&nbsp; Moira would lick Foon Foon's anus and then kiss Gabriel as he applied lubricant to his thick shaft.&nbsp; Then, still kissing, he would insert himself into Foon Foon:&nbsp; the half siblings would enjoy feeling Foon Foon's squirms and hearing the sounds of his gagged screams.&nbsp; They would take turns fucking Foon Foon, though.&nbsp; Brothers and sisters always knew how to share.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 18:22:03</strong>
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				Those long, slender legs splayed outwards in the shower.&nbsp; Her muscles tensed, her heels lifted off the ground so that only those delicate toes made contact with the slick floor.&nbsp; Slender fingers touching herself, playing with herself, teasing that throbbing little nub to the point that her body was like a strained wire..<br><br>Her breath coming in panting, sputtering gasps.&nbsp; Her face upturned into the steamy water that poured over her body.&nbsp; Overheated.&nbsp; She would gasp as he would jam himself so viciously into the vampire, her own identity becoming blurred.&nbsp; Until it was hard to tell where she ended, and where he began.&nbsp; Was he fucking Vasha.. Or was she?&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't enough..&nbsp; Her eyes opening, her mind leaving his for a moment as she would search for something.. anything..&nbsp; Her eyes falling on the thick shampoo bottle.&nbsp; Something rather quaint she had picked up in a mom and pop shop some time ago. The sweet aroma was a nice change from the usual chemical washes that one found in stores nowadays..&nbsp; Her fingers grasping it and tugging it back to herself, her body arching, her shoulders pressed against the hard tile of the wall, her toes digging into the porous surface of the floor.&nbsp; She would bite her lip, falling back into that misty-eyed trance.. <br><br>With the press of that blunt cylinder into her tight little snatch she would scream, squirming her hips up, slowly working the bottle in slow circular motions until the thick plastic would begin to sink into that stretched, sopping pussy.&nbsp; When she touched his mind again it was like a shock, delving deeper, below the simple thoughts of fucking Vasha.. Seeing in raging, vivid detail the underlying plans for when they returned.&nbsp; <br><br>Her entire body would tense, her left hand against the wall to the side, nails digging into the hard tiles, viciously. Her free hand pumping that make-shift dildo into her hot little snatch, painfully hard nipples reddened by the lash of heated water.. <br><br>Her lips parted as she would grunt with thwarted need.. So close.. So fucking close.. 'Cum damn you..'&nbsp; That low frustrated growl..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 20:05:11</strong>
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				<em>Clutching her thick rump with his claws hard enough to draw blood, he labored slowly to ram as much of his enormous cock inside of Vasha.&nbsp; His body arched in the plow, his lips naturally forming into an 'o' and his breaths softly emitting a howl.&nbsp; It was painful and delightful to deliver something so big into something so small.&nbsp; Vasha was dead.&nbsp; She did not need organs.&nbsp; She was a vampire.&nbsp; She could heal.&nbsp; So Gabriel sputtered whistly chuckles as, by sheer force (and as a timberwolf, he commanded a great deal of force) buried his cock into her pussy to the very hilt.</em><br><br>Feral need drove her to heights unattainable by a mere mortal.&nbsp; Her body stretched, her insides giving way to accommodate his large throbbing cock.&nbsp; If she had been human this wouldn't have been possible and Vasha once again thanked her creator for giving her the gift of being the living dead.&nbsp; <br><br><em>A few words about Gabriel in this form.&nbsp; His skin was black, but his fur was of white and grey.&nbsp; The fur was thick and soft, but seemed cold to the touch.&nbsp; The lone exception to his transformation was an arm, which appeared too large for him in human shape appeared just the right size in his wolf state.<br><br>Crouching behind Vasha, or rather sitting on his haunches, Gabriel slid his large hands underneath Vasha's thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.&nbsp; He then grabbed her neck and lifted Vasha off the table, suspending her on the lone tension of his pipe-sized cock.&nbsp; Then, with wanton strength, Gabriel pulled Vasha off of his dick, peeling her pussy away until he reached the ripe edges of his mushroomed head.&nbsp; It was so cyclopean in its arousal that it locked Gabriel and Vasha together.&nbsp; Nevermind that.&nbsp; Gabriel eased Vasha back unto his cock until his pelvis met hers, and he just as easily allowed her to withdraw.</em><br><br><em>This would not continue for long.&nbsp; Gabriel worked his way up in speed, until the quota of his desire could not be met by only pulling and pushing Vasha up and down on his cock.&nbsp; No, he had to thrust.&nbsp; And as he thrust to satisfy his desire, he growled menacingly and salivated at the sexy symmetry cut by Vasha's cold, dead body.</em><br><br>Her lithe body suspended in the air by his cock had her panting and screaming.&nbsp; The pleasure so exquisite that she wanted to shout to the stars in the sheer beautiful agony of it.&nbsp; Her body was stretched and torn and still she begged for more.&nbsp; Savage lust consumed her and she pushed against him, writhing and pumping, her hips hammering hard and fast along his dick.&nbsp; Gasps gave way to growls and snarls as the white hot pleasure threatened to engulf her whole.&nbsp; By the time he started to thrust inside of her, she was nearly blind with the consuming desire for release.&nbsp; Her body thrust against him, answering every pump of his hips with her own and as the speed increased she screamed and hissed as the white hot ecstasy ripped through her small body signaling the rapture only release with this man could bring.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 00:13:28</strong>
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				Sexy, sultry murmurs incited the half-timber wolf, half-man into a fucking frenzy.&nbsp; His mouth was foaming, his eyes were red, and his mouth bore the expression of a snarl—since timber wolves have a limited amount of expressions, he could not bare the expression of near orgasm.<br><br>Indeed, Vasha now appeared almost broken.&nbsp; Her blood canvassed his stomach and thighs.&nbsp; It was so bad that he literally churned out her vitality and her virility, bespeckling his face and her back with little dots of red every single time he thrust.&nbsp; Any rational being would have stopped:&nbsp; but Gabriel loved it.&nbsp; Gabriel loved watching Vasha bleed.<br><br>His powerful thrusts were brutal, unsympathetic and deep.&nbsp; Gabriel no longer felt Vasha’s tightness; he skated in and out of her with little resistance.&nbsp; Yet, he could feel that familiar almost itching sensation at the underside of his dick’s crown.&nbsp; This feeling soon became a pleasurable squeezing sensation, not entirely uncomfortable but all too jarring.&nbsp; The veins in his purplish, swollen cock seemed to work overtime to pull in as much blood as possible form the rest of his body, forcing Gabriel to stiffen and reflect on what was happening.&nbsp; His thrusts became deliberate, almost introspective…&nbsp; as if he wanted to hold it in, but kept on teasing it out.&nbsp; But unable to cope with the pressure, Gabriel released his warm seed inside of Vasha.<br><br>Gabriel instinctively wiped his cum off Vasha’s thighs as it oozed out.&nbsp; Gabriel always came a lot (he blamed it on the ginseng), but this verged on the ridiculous.&nbsp; Pulling himself out, he admired his cum-and-blood drenched cock, which still sputtered here and there with cum.&nbsp; This reserve was enough to cast four fine rays across Vasha’s back, and even then, it leaked a fine strand of cum.<br><br>Crouching, Gabriel surveyed Vasha, patting her hip, his cock not losing a bit of hardness.&nbsp; He was panting, but it seemed like he was quickly recuperating.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 00:46:31</strong>
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				She nearly screamed with frustration.&nbsp; Able to get herself so very close to the brink, but never over it. Her body twisting, her knees hitting the harsh floor, scraping the slick flesh.&nbsp; Her knees spread against the ground.&nbsp; Kneeling on the floor, her forehead pressing against the wall.&nbsp; Hot streaming water flowing down her back.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face and shoulder pressing roughly into that chill tile, balancing her.&nbsp; Both of her hands busy between her legs.&nbsp; One hand almost desperately working that overly thick bottle into her aching snatch.&nbsp; Thrusting it viciously into herself in time to the Drug induced wolf's thrusts into that little fuckdoll.&nbsp; Her wrist twisting the thick cylinder, working it viciously into her, until it was near painful.&nbsp; She needed to cum!&nbsp; Needed it!&nbsp; Her moans closer to throaty little growls, her free hand working her clit, pinching it, twisting it, nearly pulling it out from her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Those deliciously pert breasts swaying and bouncing with her movements.&nbsp; Her nipples achingly hard from the flood of arousal that seemed to course through every demented little nerve ending.&nbsp; 'Nng! Damnit!'&nbsp; <br><br>She was there with them.&nbsp; She was alone in the shower.&nbsp; She saw that sexy little vampire doll drenched in blood and cum.&nbsp; And it made her body Hum..&nbsp; And yet that frustration seemed to grow.&nbsp; She simply could not get herself off.&nbsp; That thwarted scream as she would jam the bottle as deep as it would go, pressing it viciously against her cervix before collapsing against the floor of the shower.&nbsp; Her face pressed into that puddle of water.&nbsp; That deliciously sculpted ass in the air, the edge of the shampoo bottle squeezed between her thighs..&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to scream again!&nbsp; She wanted to cry.&nbsp; But fuck, FUCK, she wanted to CUM!&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly she would roll over, her fingers working that makeshift toy from her body and tossing it unceremoniously to the side.&nbsp; That twist of her lips in disgust with herself.&nbsp; The water cool against her skin now, prompting her to slowly work herself to her feet.<br><br>It was a familiar story.. Always so close.&nbsp; So fucking close!&nbsp; And she would lose it.&nbsp; The water trickling down to a dribble, and then mere droplets as she would hit the right button combination to turn it off.&nbsp; Her body nude, wet, glistening as she would walk unabashedly through the corridors of the ship, towards her own room.&nbsp; At least in her dreams she ~always~ came.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 14:12:42</strong>
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				Vasha's body was already beginning to heal, as Gabe watched her.&nbsp; Her body dripping with her own blood and the sticky juices from her partner.&nbsp; Her hands rubbed across the flat planes of her belly, coating both hands with the mixture and brought one up to her mouth, licking it off the palm of her hand.&nbsp; The smell of and taste of blood, her own or not, had Vasha hungry for more.&nbsp; She growled at Gabe, licking the remnants off of her lips, a hungry gleam growing ever present in her blue eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze traveled down his body, noting that his cock hadn't receded in the slightest. It was still throbbing and twitching with life, still begging for attention.&nbsp; A maniacal grin crossed her features, her fangs growing signaling her need for blood.&nbsp; It always happened this way, they would fuck like animals and then find some poor hapless soul to torture and tease for hours on end and finally at the end of it all, Vasha would sink her fangs deep into their flesh and cum one final time as the ecstasy of drinking someone dry engulfed her whole being.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 17:25:51</strong>
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				Attentive red eyes followed Vasha's gaze, and once they surmised the vampire's intent, those eyes narrowed with understanding.&nbsp; Vasha wanted to suck the life out of Foon Foon!&nbsp; If circumstances were different, Gabriel would very much allow the vampire to do whatever she wished.&nbsp; But Foon Foon was a good cattle and worth a great deal alive.&nbsp; So taking the initiative, the timber werewolf sprung from his rear legs, bounding like a missile towards the cocoon of a man, knocking over chairs, tables and corpses on his way.&nbsp; He pounced on the man, shoving Foon Foon's head and chest down with his large paws, claiming him with a menacing snarl.<br><br><strong> "Foon Foon is mine!" </strong>[/b] Gabriel bellowed, standing to his full height of nine feet.&nbsp; Then he let out a sharp, ringing howl.<br><br>Gabriel fell to all four, his head low to the ground as he began circling Vasha.&nbsp; His mouth was foaming with hatred.<br><br>It is difficult for the human mind to control the animal's instinct.&nbsp; Gabriel was a bit abnormal.&nbsp; He was sick, sadistic, violent.&nbsp; If anything, he was closer to human nature than man should have been.&nbsp; He took what he wanted.&nbsp; If there was a conflict, Gabriel resolved that conflict by killing the opposition.&nbsp; He was base.&nbsp; But even he could not control his primal instinct.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 03:18:21</strong>
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				"Bah!"&nbsp; She hissed at him.&nbsp; "When have you ever kept one alive?"&nbsp; Jumping up on a nearby table she crouched down, blue eyes shooting fire at the wolf&nbsp; and stared at him.&nbsp; "You always give them to me!&nbsp; What makes this one so different?"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She turned in a circle, never taking her eyes off of him as he moved around her, every nerve in her body poised for action.&nbsp; He may in fact be stronger than her, but she was lighter and more agile should he pounce, she would be able to get out of his way.&nbsp; But Vasha didn't think it would come to that and she instantly changed tactics.&nbsp; <br><br>A pretty pout formed on those luscious full lips as she cooed to Gabe.&nbsp; "Let's not fight love....why don't we share him?&nbsp; You could take your pleasure with him first....I'll gladly watch and play when your done?"&nbsp; Her fingers stroked along the lines of her body, tracing around each of her nipples before following a path down her body to dip between her legs, circling a finger around her clit.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Or you could watch us...I know how much you love that....."&nbsp; She purred attempting to distract him from the baser instincts of the wolf. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 17:49:47</strong>
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				The harsh kiss of cool air against slowly dripping flesh.&nbsp; Her feet bare against the freezing floor.&nbsp; She would slip down a side corridor, quickly coming to the portal to her own room.&nbsp; Slipping inside she would let the door shut behind her, looking around the room.&nbsp; It was small, her clothes strewn here and there, though the room seemed utterly dominated by the large iron monstrosity that she liked to call a bed.&nbsp; It was huge.&nbsp; Seeming wide enough to support an entire football team if needed.&nbsp; <br><br>Wide iron columns that stretched from the floor nearly to the ceiling, the gauzy silk canopy that would almost seem girly if it had not been split into four quarters, each one winding around a column, twisting down to the floor, obviously meant to be used as silk 'ropes' of a sort.&nbsp; The twisting silk only barely hiding the other additions to the bed.. Manacles that hung from near the top, and bottom, of each pillar, as well as various hooks and O-rings placed in various places.&nbsp; The far headboard padded, some leather straps shifting lightly as the air pressure would change with the door shutting.<br><br>The lithe girl would stifle her yawn in her fist, moving towards the intimidating-looking structure and crawling into it.&nbsp; That smooth, supple body sprawled rather uncaring, twisting herself into the satin sheet, and falling deeply into sleep almost before her head could become properly connected to the pillow beneath it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 21:44:00</strong>
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				Gabriel seemed to immediately soften at Vasha's pouting lip.&nbsp; He fell to all fours and circled himself, pondering.&nbsp; Then he pounced Foon Foon's unconscious figure again.&nbsp; He prodded him, then turned to look at Vasha.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fine, Vasha.&nbsp; We can share him!&nbsp; But he will live." &nbsp;The wolf snorted and snarled.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As much as I hate it!&nbsp; Take him to the ship.&nbsp; I need rip some heads to get payment." The wolf licked his lips.&nbsp; Then, his eyes sunk, his snout receded, his hair fell off, his height decreased, all in a bloody and painful metamorphosis similar to the one he underwent.&nbsp; Gabriel, in his human form, was now huddled over Foon Foon, panting and exhausted.&nbsp; He dragged himself to his feet slowly and approached Vasha.&nbsp; Grabbing her left breast with his right hand, he kissed her softly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Take him to the ship, my love..." he said.&nbsp; He picked up his jacket from the booth, retrieving a long machete from inside.&nbsp; Holding the blade aloft, he slid the sharp edge against his forearm.&nbsp; Then he brought the forearm to Vasha's lips, smiling.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Meanwhile, I'll sever the heads... does it sound like a deal, baby?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 18:49:55</strong>
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				Vasha smiled and licked her lips, her eyes focused on the crimson bounty oozing from Gabe's arm.&nbsp; "It sounds a wonderful idea my love....and I promise to keep your prize safe."&nbsp; Referring to Foon Foon.&nbsp; Her hands slid down Gabe's chest to cradle his arm gently before leaning down to run her tongue along the wound he'd inflicted.&nbsp; She sighed in bliss as the coppery taste of his blood coated the inside of her mouth.&nbsp; "So good."&nbsp; The vampire purred as she fastened her mouth on his arm and drank from him until the wound closed.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to fill her completely, but enough to tide her over until later.&nbsp; <br><br>Once fed slightly she smiled at Gabe and looked towards Foon Foon.&nbsp; Another grin crossed her features at the thought of what was to come later with that one.&nbsp; Leaning in she pressed her lips to Gabriel's and kissed him passionately, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth to suck it hungrily before letting it slide free.&nbsp; "I will take him back to the ship and await your return.&nbsp; There was no mistaking the hungry gleam in her eye as she thought about what would happen upon Gabe's return.&nbsp; Vasha was a lot of things, a greedy bitch only one of them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 07:53:24</strong>
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				Knee deep in corpses and nude save his jacket, the machete-wielding psychopath resembled an ancient Grecian soldier stalking the battlefield for trophies.&nbsp; He knelt down in front of Mar's body, slapping the corpse's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> "You dumb fuck!&nbsp; You fucked up, you stupid fuck." </strong> &nbsp;Gabriel began to hack the man's head off.&nbsp; Once the deal was done, Gabriel did the deed twice more with the remaining two.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What I would give to shove my dick down your dead throat..." he muttered, half to himself.&nbsp; He adjusted Mar's mouth slightly and lowered it to his pelvis to see if it sexually gratified him, but he was rather surprised that it didn't.&nbsp; Shrugging, he grabbed all three heads by the spines and walked out of the cantina, muttering a so long absently.<br><br>It didn't take him long to arrive to the ship.&nbsp; Once inside, he noticed Vasha waiting for him with his treat.&nbsp; He approached Vasha, tossing the heads unto the couch on his way.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I want to play with my sister, baby.&nbsp; I want you to come with me.&nbsp; We can have fun together."&nbsp; Then, grasping Foon Foon by the collar, he dragged him towards Moira's room.&nbsp; He didn't knock.&nbsp; The ship belonged to him after all.&nbsp; He stalked in, dropped Foon Foon in the corner and proceeded towards his sister's bed.<br><br>He pressed his tanned thighs against the surface of the bed, smearing it with blood.&nbsp; Crawling lightly over Moira, Gabriel admired her silky flesh from up close.&nbsp; He turned to look at Vasha, his lips wide and his eyes sultry, and with two fingers, gestured to Moira's femininity.&nbsp; Then he lifted his fingers to his lips, surrounding his wagging tongue with the index and middle.&nbsp; He was evidently becoming excited at the prospect of watching Vasha eat his sister out, as his hardness, which had abandoned him during the miserable task of hacking heads for pay, returned.&nbsp; Gabriel moved up on the bed so that his knees flanked Moira's head.&nbsp; And slowly, he fell back unto his ankles so that his thick, growing member might touch Moira's forehead and the pit of her eyes.&nbsp; Holding it to better maneuver it, he brought his the tip of his cock unto his sister's lips...&nbsp; and with his other hand, he pried her mouth open.&nbsp; Gabriel slid his cock into Moira's&nbsp; mouth as deep as it would go, just as he often did, eager to see her choke on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:05:19</strong>
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				Her dreams were confused.&nbsp; A hectic mix of sex, blood, guns.. and oil..&nbsp; An odd combination to be sure.. Her body tossing upon the bed, from side, to back.. And that is how they would find her.&nbsp; The satin sheet tossed off the bed, her legs splayed across the cool surface.&nbsp; That inky hair spread across her pillow, lips parted softly, her breathing slow and even.&nbsp; <br><br>Even as he would straddle her head, her eyes would flicker, the coppery scent of blood mingling with oil in her dream, her body shifting, that little shiver as she would open her mouth, as if to rid herself of the taste, only to find herself quite suddenly filled.&nbsp; That sudden feeling of not being able draw breath, her jaw pressed wide, his cock thrusting against her tongue, past it, the thick taste of blood and sex still heavy upon the invading member.&nbsp; And she would choke.&nbsp; Her throat constricting, her eyes flying wide.&nbsp; Staring up at him.&nbsp; His form fuzzy, unfamiliar to her sleep fogged mind, her vision worse than bad without her glasses.&nbsp; Her chest bucking under him, trying to draw breath even as that thick, veined meat would drive -brutally- into that constricting throat.&nbsp; Her cheeks reddening, her heels pressing viciously into the bed, her nails clawing into the satin sheets, grasping them.&nbsp; <br><br>She quickly came to herself, knowing who it must be, since this was not the first time!&nbsp; She sputtered around him, smearing his cock with her saliva, even as she would press her face forward, trying to take him deeper yet, though he had practically forced his pelvis against her upturned nose.&nbsp; Her teeth scraping against him almost viciously, her lips tightening around the base of his cock, still sputtering, her throat working around him, though whether to force him free of her, or perhaps swallow his cock whole.. it was hard to tell.<br><br>His thick, muscled thighs blocking her view of anything save him.&nbsp; The girl unlikely to even know the vampire was present until that first touch of feminine flesh to flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 15:47:41</strong>
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				Vasha watched Gabriel with his sister and the longer she waited, the more her excitement grew.&nbsp; Her mouth suddenly hungered for taste of the sweetness she knew lay nestled between those creamy thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>The vampire crawled up onto the bed and slipped both hands between the other woman's legs grasping her thighs and opening them so that the bounty she was eager to taste was laid out before her eyes.&nbsp; She stared for just a moment, admiring the beauty of the female form before dipping her head low and circling her tongue around the outer lips of that glistening pussy.&nbsp; Her thumbs opened Moira eve wider and she slid her tongue down the center, seeking that hot little bud that she knew would have her writhing beneath her.&nbsp; She circled Moira's clit several times before actually flicking her tongue over it, quick movement, meant to tease and draw out the pleasure. Her teeth nipped and her tongue soothed, repeating each several times before moving slightly lower to thrust her tongue deep inside and taste the juices that were already over flowing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 18:42:21</strong>
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				Gabriel was not satisfied until he heard the throaty gags of the choked woman, the crimson filling her cheek and water encasing her eyes.&nbsp; He lifted himself out of her mouth by pressing one heel on the bed and applying weight to his powerful thigh.&nbsp; What little of his member he could see emerge glistened with Moira's slobber.&nbsp; He let that thick muscle loll on her tongue as he clasped her wrists with his hands.&nbsp; Positioned in the 69 position, he leaned over and nuzzled Moira's pelvis, smelling her sex as he watched Vasha slide her tongue inside.&nbsp; Gabriel then took Moira's hand and forced her to cup his large testicles.&nbsp; His masculinity grew in size significantly as he forced Moira to squeeze them.&nbsp; He let out a soft whimper, transformed it into a hungry smile.&nbsp; Leaving Moira to fondle him, his hand moved down her left thigh... hiking her thigh up and under his shoulder, to give Vasha an angle a better angle of attack and Gabriel a chance to get a taste.<br><br>Leaning over, he kissed Vasha, tasting Moira's sex on her lips.&nbsp; Then, he leaned over and dipped his long tongue into Moira, savoring her salt, dreamily smiling.&nbsp; His free hand rubbed her clitoris waywardly, wantonly, spreading her lips and closing them, massaging them with need and desire, but compelled by the pursuit of pleasure.&nbsp; He kissed Vasha again, exchanging Moira's juices and his spit gratuitously.&nbsp; Then he threaded the back of Vasha's cranium with his fingers and drove her face into Moira's pussy.<br><br>Gabriel slowly sat on his calves, pulling his cock out of Moira's mouth and draping that wet organ over her face--playfully letting it bop her nose as he swayed his hips back and forth.<br><br>&nbsp;"Did my sweet sister miss her brother's dick?" &nbsp;he asked rhetorically.&nbsp; He released her bound wrist and held his dick.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Does my sweet sister love it when her brother fucks her?" &nbsp;he asked again, this time growing angry, snapping the mushroom-shaped head of his cock against her forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Answer me, you stupid whore," &nbsp;he muttered, slapping his cock against her face hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 19:45:51</strong>
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				It was like dying.&nbsp; She struggled for breath, struggled under him, those throaty, whimpering gags while she tries to deal with the thickness of his cock stretching her throat.&nbsp; Trying hard not to simply throw up on him.&nbsp; That slender body convulsing, her chest arching off the bed.&nbsp; Thick, salty tears streaming from her eyes, effectively blinding her to anything but the feel of him.&nbsp; The taste.&nbsp; The smell.&nbsp; The way his cock twisted in her gagging, constricting mouth as he would grasp her wrists, pivoting over her until he was effectively sitting on her face.&nbsp; <br><br>It was at about this moment that she felt the light caress of feminine fingers.&nbsp; The sudden nip of sharp teeth driving her leg even farther apart.&nbsp; Her gagging turning to surprised sputters for a moment, her fingers twisting around those swollen balls, lightly caressing the tender flesh, molding it to her palm, working it slowly, nearly viciously at times.&nbsp; The brutal scrape of her fingernails nearly puncturing him one moment, being softly caressed the next.&nbsp; A muted, gagged, nearly non-existent moan burbling around his cock, her throat swallowing around him before she would gag once more.&nbsp; Her slender, dainty legs coiling around Vasha's shoulders, her heels digging into the other girl's back, trying to press her more firmly into that swollen pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt light headed.&nbsp; Her brother choking her, keeping her from breathing, effectively wringing her neck, with his cock, from the inside.&nbsp; She couldn't draw breath.. slowly suffocating.. But so sweetly with that wicked tongue upon her most intimate flesh.. She was wet.&nbsp; She was hot.&nbsp; Her hips gyrating upwards as the two of them would taste her sweet, tangy essence.&nbsp; The little bites driving her hips upwards, the feel of her brothers mouth like heaven.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers teasing upwards, one hand roughly cupping and playing with his balls, the other fingers caressing up that little strip of flesh, gently rimming his ass with those delicate, agile fingers.&nbsp; Slowly working them around that puckered hole, before she would quite suddenly, quite dryly, thrust two of those viciously nailed fingers into his ass, twisting them inside of him.<br><br>Her body manhandled, tasted, used.&nbsp; Until she felt like a demented little sex puppet.&nbsp; Only there for what pleasure others might derive from her slender form.&nbsp; Darkness treading at the edges of her vision, feeling her tight little cunt throbbing under Vasha's deliciously experienced tongue, her entire body shuddering, those black dots pulsing before her eyes..&nbsp; Just seconds from losing consciousness when he would suddenly pull from her mouth, jerking away from her hands which fall to the bed to either side of her head.&nbsp; And suddenly she can breath!&nbsp; That first inward gasp, trying to fill collapsed lungs, the driving pain of oxygen suddenly saturating her deprived brain.. Whimpering for a moment, confused.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips lifting off the bed, offering herself to Vasha.&nbsp; To taste.&nbsp; To bite. That thick cock slapping her rather roughly, leaving a wet, red splotch upon her forehead. 'Yes!&nbsp; Fuck you!&nbsp; Yes Sister Missed brother's fucking delicious cock choking her dirty throat!'&nbsp; Her face was red, her eyes teary, her blinking unable to fully expel the tears that filled it.&nbsp; 'Yes, Oh fucking zombie loving bitch, yes Please!&nbsp; Sister loves it when Brothers fucking huge prick fucks her!'&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 00:57:39</strong>
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				Vasha's fangs pricked skin, her tongue lapping up the blood left behind as she watched Gabe try and choke his sister with his cock.&nbsp; The choking sounds of pleasure coming from Moira only increased Vasha's effort to torture and tease the woman with her mouth, lapping up the juices flowing from that tight little snatch.&nbsp; <br><br>Gabe's presence along side her only made the want....the need to drive Moira to madness increase all the more.&nbsp; She kissed Gabe back hungrily, allowing him the chance to taste the other woman's essence on her lips, loving the taste of him and Moira combined on her tongue.&nbsp; She watched as he sampled the deliciously soaked pussy and felt her mouth water for another taste.&nbsp; Another kiss from him and she suddenly found her face buried in the warm wetness once more.&nbsp; <br><br>She sucked and licked, swirling her tongue around deep, trying to reach as deep as possible before drawing out and flicking that pink appendage over her clit over and over showing not an ounce of mercy as she felt the woman writhe and buck beneath her.&nbsp; She grazed her teeth over the ultra sensitive nub, grinning evilly as she heard Moira hiss and whimper.&nbsp; She brought a hand into play, shoving three fingers deep inside while her tongue continued to wreak havoc on her clit from the outside.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 04:09:34</strong>
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				Gabriel loved the taste of his sister’s spit.&nbsp; It was a drug.&nbsp; As he wiped her spit off of his cock by squeezing his member and jerking it, he slid his hips upwards and downwards, ramming his tight, puckered asshole into his sister’s prying fingers.&nbsp; A rush of sensation surged from his anus out to his fingertips, and the assassin couldn’t help but pull at his hair at the delirium of pain as his sweet, loving, sister fingered him.&nbsp; It was not as dry, however:&nbsp; it had been licked Sister, he hissed silently, massaging her left tit with a void for an expression.&nbsp; Then he slapped her breast hard, nabbing her nipple between his fingernails and squeezing.&nbsp; He glanced at Moria’s spit on his palm fresh from his dick and cleansed his beautiful sister’s liquids from his fingertips with his tongue.&nbsp; She tasted so good.&nbsp; Pursuing that dragon, he bent over and licked Moira’s bubbling slobber off of her warm lips as she spoke.<br><br>&nbsp;“You suck cock like your mother,” he said, snarling at her.&nbsp; He snatched her lip with his teeth and bit into her flesh hard, crunching the skin to make her bleed.&nbsp; He sat up, brushing the tip of his dick against her nose, using the tip of his penis to lift her bruised lip so that his head might dawdle in the crimson pool.&nbsp; Secretly, he wondered if Moira could smell Vasha’s pussy juice, or his own sweet cum, or maybe even the old prostitute’s stench on his dick.&nbsp; Crouching over her so that his warm, sweaty testicles dawdled over her gorgeous eyes, Gabriel cradled his sister’s head gently by the cheeks, easing his large cock into the sides of her mouth just so that he might see the bulge of his erection on the side of her face.&nbsp; It was purely aesthetic, and Gabriel hated it when Moira interfered with his obsessive compulsive tendency to admire his sister’s appearance with her brother’s lovely cock in her mouth.&nbsp; Whenever she nibbled him or rubbed her tongue against the tender tendon that ran underside his stiff dick, he’d slide his dick out, stroke her lips with it as if he was stroking them with a rose, and then brutally punch her in the mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;“Don’t touch my dick with your tongue, you filthy whore,” he growled.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You can only lick my asshole with your unclean tongue.” &nbsp; Lifting his erection upward, he shifted low so that his asshole hovered directly over her mouth.&nbsp; Then, he lowered himself downwards.&nbsp; He pressed his top of his stiff erection against her trachea, applying downward pressure to squeeze her esophagus.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You are a filthy whore who likes to eat out her brother’s asshole.&nbsp; Vasha, my love…” &nbsp; Gabriel tilted his hips to grind his sister’s face and show off the blood on the tip of his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Mmm.&nbsp; Her blood is sweet, isn’t it?&nbsp; She has always had sweet bodily fluids.&nbsp; I have an idea…” &nbsp; He lifted his forearm console out.&nbsp; From his compartment, he produced what appeared to be a thin lockpicking tool.&nbsp; It was small, thin, and looked like a needle.&nbsp; Crawling on his forearms down his sister’s body so that he might overlook Vasha’s doings, but maintaining the tip of his cock against the woman’s trachea, Gabriel shined that wicked device coolly at his vampire.<br><br>Then, he hungrily—perhaps a bit jealously—observed as Vasha suckled and plucked at Moira’s snatch.&nbsp; Gabriel took Moira’s erect clitoris in between his fingers and began to rub the tip of the needle against her soft flesh, mindful of Vasha’s presence.&nbsp; Then, without much ado, Gabriel shoved the needle into Moira’s clit, piercing it.<br><br>Gabriel laughed as a rivulet of blood seeped down Moira’s pussy, hoping to send his vampire whore into a blood frenzy.<br><br>The assassin quietly slid unto his knees, easing off of his sister’s trachea, and casually lay beside her, stroking her neck and her hair almost kindly.&nbsp; He brushed her cheeks with his second knuckles, brushing his fingertips against her bruised lip, smiling at her earnestly, almost lovingly.<br><br>”Baby, I brought you a gift.&nbsp; I know my sister loves it when I torture her, but I know she loves it when we torture other people together.&nbsp; I brought you a man.&nbsp; What did you want to do to him, baby… Hmm?”&nbsp; Despite rubbing his ass against her lips just a few moments ago, Gabriel deeply kissed Moira.&nbsp; He wasn’t truly expecting Moira to talk; after all, Vasha’s expert lips were cruising along her bleeding clitoris.<br><br>&nbsp;“I want to fuck him in the ass,” &nbsp;Gabriel said off handedly.&nbsp; &nbsp;“But I need practice.” Gabriel lifted Moira and lay beneath her, draping her legs on either side of him, and making her body curve over his so that her breast appeared like huge mountains to Vasha.&nbsp; He carefully wrapped one arm around her neck and secured her by pressing his palm down on her collar bone.&nbsp; He hummed into her ear, licking her ear lobe and kissing her cheek amorously, as his other hand—perhaps with the help of his dear Vasha—secured his large dick and tread the large tip against her brown spot.&nbsp; He seemed to enjoy stirring the pot with the very tip of his oversexed organ, because he teased his sweet sister with his thickness over… and over… and over again.<br><br>Then, he lifted his hips upwards and shoved himself into Moira’s abused asshole, whispering a soft, pleasurable gurgle into her delicious ear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 13:29:56</strong>
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				Her entire body arching, that low whimper as she would press her face into her brother's balls, her breath hot, quick, even coughing slightly into his flesh as she would try to draw breath once more.&nbsp; Allowing those quick intakes of air to slowly chase away the blackness that had threatened to steal away all the lascivious pleasure that was slowly overcoming her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her parted lips pressed against his balls, only barely able to see the way those thick fingers would stroke the spit-slick member that swayed over her fragile neck..<br><br>Even as oxygen flooded her system, giving her that slight high, she found it hard to focus..&nbsp; So many things happening at once.. The sudden sharp prick of fangs into her tender lips, the hot feel of her own blood intermingling with the heady sweetness of her arousal.. Moira gasping, moaning against the hanging balls that caressed her lips, her face, squeezing her tear-hazed eyes shut until she was encased in darkness.. Until only the teasing of overworked nerve endings mattered.&nbsp; <br><br>Her brother sliding back, just long enough for those harsh words to echo against her ears, her eyes opening in time to see him bending down, the rough feel of his tongue lapping at her face.. Treating her more like a toy, or a doll, than a squirming, trapped girl..&nbsp; She would scream as his teeth caught her lip, her entire body arching, that first wave of delicious orgasm flooding across the vampire's tongue, her hips rocking upwards, trying to ride that swirling, teasing tongue as wave after wave of pleasure, so mixed with pain, would crash through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>She seemed lost in it, her toes curling, pressing into the bed, her lips freely bleeding, parted as she would try to draw in breath.. Only to feel the thick tip of his cock tease against her mouth, playing in the pool of blood that was slowly filling that sweet cavity.&nbsp; The girl sputtering, coughing as it would begin to choke her, splattering her own face, his balls, even his thighs with the dark fluid.&nbsp; A shudder running through her form, her slender hands slowly teasing along his ass, drawing around the tender muscle, slowly widening it, twisting her fingers, even as his cock would begin to tease down into her mouth, forcibly distending her cheek, first one side, than the other, the girl swallowing her own blood, her tongue drawing across his heated shaft, teasing over it, before he would suddenly pull back, yanking himself free of her, her mouth, her hands..<br><br>She had done something wrong, her hands falling back to the bed, curling into the sheets, grasping them as he would yell, the harsh sound of it jarring to her passion-numbed mind, making her whimper, her head shaking.. 'Sorry brother..'&nbsp; The words slurred, her lips starting to swell even as he would suddenly sit on her face, forcing his ass crack against her swollen, bleeding lips..&nbsp; She was choking, her body arching, whimpering against his asshole..&nbsp; Her breaths shallow, her tongue lunging out against that parted crack, one slow, long lick that seemed to take him from the back of his balls, all the way to the dimple of his tail bone.. Her movements almost frantic in an effort to regain his good will.. That agile, teasing little muscle delving back into her mouth.&nbsp; That slightly sour taste mixing with the blood and the taste of old cum that his cock had left in her mouth.. Who knew how many pussies.. or asses.. he had sampled already..&nbsp; She didn't even care!&nbsp; Her tongue delving out again, pressing against that muscle, teasingly pressing just hard enough to force his sphincter to open, only to pull back, letting it tighten once more.. Repeating that slow little tongue fucking until she would suddenly scream against his ass, her fingers tightening in the sheets above her head..<br><br>Her face pressed into his ass, that panting whimpering scream as it seemed her entire cunt was on fire, her clit throbbing with the pain of it, the warmth of her own blood coating her delicate flesh, dripping down over her asshole.. She would shiver, her body seeming suspiciously close to a second orgasm, her cheeks flushed, her tongue lapping at him in a frenzy, without skill, without aim..&nbsp; And then he was gone.. and she could breathe.. <br><br>'Please..'&nbsp; That slurred little whimper as she would feel him beside her, his hands softly stroking her dark hair, drawing it out of her crimson-stained face, he held her shuddering form, speaking those filthy words into her delicate ear.&nbsp; She would whimper, trying to fight off the next fiery burst of pleasure, though it was hard.. Oh so fucking hard with that delicious mouth suckling and teasing at bruised and bleeding flesh.. Her body tensing, on that brink, her arms still drawn over her head, her bloodied lips pressing fervently to her brothers, whimpering against him, her breasts pressing to his chest, sharing that mixture of tastes with him, his ass.. his whores.. her blood.. his darling Sister.. <br><br>She was unable to fight him, or perhaps she didn't even want to, as he would draw her over himself, manipulating her body like a bloody little fuckpuppet, her legs splayed over his thighs, her back arched, her head forced over the edge of his shoulder by that near-choking arm.. A soft whimpering moan as she felt the brace of it, making it hard, but not impossible, to breath..&nbsp; Keeping her always in that near-oblivious state..&nbsp; <br><br>She would squirm, her hips lifting, caught between the delight of the vampires mouth against her tender, swollen lips, and the teasing press of her brother's cock against her ass.. perhaps punishing her for her own teasing of his own brown eye..&nbsp; She would whimper, nuzzling against his lips as he would her cheek.. Only have her entire body tense, a scream ripped from her throat, her form shivering, convulsing as that delayed orgasm would rip through her used body, a direct result of his thick cock splitting her tiny asshole in half.. Her scream tinged with it, shuddering, her tight little sphincter muscle tightening around his cock like a clamp, the flood of crimson along his thick rod, pain tearing through her, mixing with her pleasure, melding with it, until she was unsure if she was cumming..&nbsp; or dying..<br><br><em>'Brother!'</em>&nbsp; It was a psychic scream, echoing through the heads of everyone present.. Just as suddenly Vasha and Gabriel would have that thick feeling of vertigo.. Feeling their own bodies, as well as her own.. Every ache, every bruise, every cut that had been inflicted, as if it had been done to their own forms.. but even stronger than that.. they shared her release.. the incredible intensity of it.. The frustrated girl unable to cum for the entire week they had been planning the 'job'&nbsp; cumming twice, cumming gloriously.. <br><br>And the night had just begun..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 22:24:06</strong>
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				<br>Vasha's eyes watched Gabriel hungrily.&nbsp; Tools, tools usually meant blood and blood was what she craved above all else.&nbsp; Sexual gratification was nice, but nothing filled the void inside her like the thick coppery liquid hidden beneath the skin of humans.&nbsp; She eyed the blood on the tip of his throbbing cock, growling low in her chest with the want to lick it off, to sink her teeth into the bulging blue vein on the underside of that pulsating member and drink her fill.&nbsp; The glinting silver object in his hand caught her attention once more deterred her for the moment from fulfilling that desire.&nbsp; Blue eyes glinted with curiosity, wondering what he was going to do with that beautiful piece of metal, what kind of pain he would inflict, and hoping against hope that there would be blood involved...a lot of blood.&nbsp; <br><br>The piercing of that delicate flesh and the howl of pain that accompanied it had Vasha nearly mad with lust to both feed and slake her perverse desires with the man and woman in her company.&nbsp; Her eyes never left that trickle of blood and she licked her lips in ever increasing hunger.&nbsp; She watched as the thick red liquid seeped down into the valley of her pussy and with a feral howl lunged forward, knocking Gabe out of the way so that she could bury her face and tongue into that dripping cavern and devour every last drop.&nbsp; Not satisfied with the paltry amount of that single drip, she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of Moira's outer lips and drank several mouthfuls.&nbsp; Her tongue snaked out and licked the two small puncture holes, sealing them up so that she wouldn't bleed out....at least not until after they were through with her.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached up and tugged on the needle like tool, smiling as the skin stretched thinner, bringing the woman's clit closer to her mouth so that she could reach out with her tongue and flick it back and forth of the swollen nub, laughing evilly as she watched Moira writhe and moan in pleasure and pain.&nbsp; <br><br>Vasha sat up slightly seeing Gabriel's intentions, willing to wait a moment as he positioned himself against his sisters puckered little hole.&nbsp; Leaning in she licked her tongue all the way around his shaft, making sure not to miss the bit of blood still on it, sucking it off hungrily, growling in approval before placing the tip of that horrifically large appendage against Moira's rectum.&nbsp; Her hands spread the other woman's ass cheeks wider, as she continued to lick and suck on Gabe's cock.&nbsp; Her hand gripped his balls roughly, pulling and tugging on them, kneading them with her fingers as she pushed his dick deep inside of his sister's small body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 17:18:28</strong>
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				For the most part, he enjoyed Vasha’s ministrations between his legs; she dutifully licked his thick member as it eased in and out of Moira’s anus.&nbsp; Gabriel curled Moira’s legs, lifting them upward as he readjusted and readjusted himself within Moira’s sphincter.&nbsp; He could feel her blood sliding down his shaft and he sensed that Vasha’s teeth began to scrape that blood from his manhood.&nbsp; He loved it when the sharp tip of Vasha’s teeth canvassed the textures of his veiny motherfucking dick, but the textures were magnified now that the top of his cock was being squeezed by the vice-like grip of Moira’s brown hole.&nbsp; His hips orbited in a slow, sensual mechanical circle as Gabriel clung possessively to his sister's body with his mechanical arm, inserting himself over and over within.&nbsp; He could not help but look over at Foon Foon, hungrily looking at his rear as if it were the Shangrila of tight asses; because let's face it, Moira had suffered anal abuse since the day Gabriel came on her face that one evening so long ago.&nbsp; What truly determined his true pleasure was the banality of it; Moira was his beloved sister, his cum repository, the target of all his vile ideas.&nbsp; And he had vile ideas!&nbsp; As he fucked her, he reached up and touched the metallic links of chains that hung loosely on the bed, lifting them and letting them fall, clinking against the metallic post.<br><br>As Gabriel eased himself inside of Moira’s rectum, he had been as kind and as brotherly to his darling sister as he could be given his demented state.&nbsp; There were siblings who loved one another, you know; siblings that spent all of their life together, growing old and never seeing another person because their fondness for one another was genuine.&nbsp; To say that a person could find their soul mate directly from the same womb!&nbsp; But Gabriel was not Moira's soulmate.&nbsp; Gabriel did not love Moira.&nbsp; Gabriel hated Moira.&nbsp; But he loved fucking her brains out.&nbsp; He loved watching her bleed.&nbsp; He came thinking about the idea of watching her suffer.&nbsp; The idea was making him harder now!&nbsp; But he had promised her a present; a sick, twisted present that the two could enjoy.&nbsp; Hello, Foon Foon, he said, smiling.&nbsp; Say goodbye to your asshole.&nbsp; He stroked the swells of Moira's breasts, he brushed his fingertips against her nipples, and he sunk his digits with great dexterity in between her lips, simulating the probes of a penis.&nbsp; He breathed huskily and coolly into her ear, sometimes pressing his snarling teeth against the side of her face, biting the lobe ever so calmly.<br><br>Then, he thread his fingertips through Moira’s raven black hair while his other hand sought Vasha’s scalp, pulling the vampire into their crotches.&nbsp; Clinching a handful of Moira’s hair, he spoke through clenched teeth:&nbsp; &nbsp;“… I bet my sister loves it when her brother fucks her in the ass.”&nbsp; Gabriel pulled Moira’s hair back hard so that he might breathe on her throat.&nbsp; He licked that precious, frail thing,&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, I know she loves it!”&nbsp; Then, he felt the psychic resonance of Moira’s orgasm as he fitted himself deeper inside of her with Vasha’s determined help.&nbsp; For a moment, he was stunned and shocked; the next instant, he was thrusting his thick manhood in and out of Moira’s asshole furiously until, yes, like dominos, he shot out a load inside of Moira.&nbsp; It was a rush that left a wondrous Gabriel incapacitated for a few moments.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh, God!&nbsp; Oh…&nbsp; Jesus, what the fuck was that?” he asked, surprised.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Whatever it was… Whatever it was, it was great!”&nbsp; His breaths lifted and dipped poor Moira, as he lay underneath her, inert… he kissed her shoulder and sat up, smirking at Vasha.&nbsp; He slowly pulled himself out of Moira, swinging his legs over the bed.&nbsp; Then, he kissed Vasha passionately and deeply, scooping his cum and Moira’s blood from her mouth.&nbsp; Crawling over Moira’s body, he grasped her soft jaw and opened her lips… and poured their fluids in a long strand of saliva down her mouth.&nbsp; A long strand connected them briefly.<br><br>He then stood up and stretched, standing in front of Vasha, his shoulders relaxing and his body tilting backwards just slightly as he looked down at her; he expected to be cleaned off.&nbsp; His dripping, oozing, slobbering cock was still erect, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 19:48:14</strong>
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				Her lips would curl around those fingers.&nbsp; Bloodied, broken, and yet still she would swirl her tongue around his digits, suckling him into her mouth.&nbsp; Letting him feel the mixture of blood and saliva, only to be suckled from his flesh once more.&nbsp; After she came, her body was limp, shuddering.. Near mindless.. And yet sensitive almost to a fault.&nbsp; Her lips parting, a scream wrenched from her form as two things would happen simultaneously..&nbsp; <br><br>Her brother quickening his efforts to tear her asshole, and the vampire viciously biting into her sex in order to draw blood from her engorged flesh more quickly.&nbsp; Her body would tighten, her back arching, pressing herself upwards, yet held in place by that metallic arm.&nbsp; In the aftermath of having cum so violently, the penetration of her body had lost the sexual overtones, becoming simply pain, without the softening allure of pleasure to dull her acute senses.&nbsp; <br><br>She was crying, her broken muscle tightening around his cock as he would slam it deeper into her tender body.&nbsp; Her heels digging into the bed on either side of the threesome.&nbsp; Her nails shredding the thing sheets above her head.&nbsp; She felt like he was going to kill her, was going to split her in half, another scream ripped from her lips.. Louder, more tortured than even the last, her body shuddering, feeling his tongue, his teeth, viciously leaving bloodied trails along her cheek and ear.. <br><br>'Yes!'&nbsp; Her voice nearly a screech.&nbsp; Demented little doll that she was.&nbsp; Hated.&nbsp; Loathed.&nbsp; And yet clinging to him like some little parasite.&nbsp; Needing the torture he provided so gleefully.&nbsp; 'Yes, Sister is Brothers little fuck-puppet!&nbsp; Sister loves Brother's cock splitting her ass!' Panting, her words nearly unintelligible between the split lip, and his fingers hooking into her mouth, her teeth brushing against the calloused edges of his fingers.. <br><br>His cum filling her bloodied, ragged little ass.&nbsp; Thick ropes of heated cum staining her tight, rectal cavern, slowly oozing along the savaged tunnel.&nbsp; A slow hiss leaving her lips as it would mix with her blood, stinging that torn flesh, making her tighten herself involuntarily around him, milking every last drop from his throbbing meat.. Until he would relax under her.&nbsp; Giving her a moment to simply.. Breathe.. Not something she was allowed to do too often around him..<br><br>Gabriel sliding out from under her, leaving her laying across the bed like a broken doll.. Slowly trying to gather herself.&nbsp; That little shudder running through her form, her eyes closed, her lips puffy, bloodied, little streams of crimson leaking from the corner of her mouth, though her entire pale body seemed covered in it.&nbsp; Hand prints, smears, little droplets mixing with sweat..&nbsp; She would barely whimper as he would grab her head, his lips pressing roughly to hers for a moment, and then her mouth filled with his cum, salty, a little bitter, and that wholly coppery overtone to the whole thing.. <br><br>Her tongue darting out to lap at the edge of his lip, cleaning that last little droplet that had spanned between their mouths..<br><br>'Thank you Brother..'&nbsp; Those wide eyes meeting his own, the girl talking with her mouth full, making it amazing if he actually understood her, before slowly swallowing every drop, while he watched.. <br><br>The slender, dark haired girl slowly getting up, her body screaming at the absurdity of it, that she could even move at all.&nbsp; Yet she would crawl to the edge of the bed, her fingers curling into the vampires hair, tugging Vasha against her tiny, used body, pressing her bloodied lips to the other woman's.&nbsp; Sharing her sweet vitae.&nbsp; Her tongue thrusting into the other woman's mouth.&nbsp; That teasing, lingering kiss.&nbsp; 'Thank you..'&nbsp; Whispered, slurred, against her tiers.&nbsp; Only then would her eyes glance towards Foon Foon.&nbsp; <br><br>'Present?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 16:56:45</strong>
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				Vasha hadn’t been immune to the psychic link between Gabe and Moira, so when&nbsp; the orgasm tore through the other woman, the vampire experienced one as well.&nbsp; The only difference was that Vasha felt both Moira’s AND Gabe’s&nbsp; and the pleasure that ripped through her slender frame was almost enough to drive her in to a blood lust frenzy.&nbsp; It was only by sure force of will that she avoided tearing the two of them to bloody shreds to satisfy the growing hunger inside of her body.&nbsp; <br><br>So when Gabe slid himself from his sisters bloody little body, the sight of his dripping cock was almost more than she could take.&nbsp; She could smell the blood, still taste it on her tongue and the knowledge that it was mixed with the juices from both he and his sister had her mouth watering for the taste.&nbsp; With a hungry growl she pounced on Gaberiel, her mouth practically devouring him whole.&nbsp; She sucked and licked, her tongue sliding up and down the rock hard length,&nbsp; groaning and growling as she cleaned every last drop of flavor from the still throbbing rod.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only when there was nothing left but a thin sheen of her spit coating him did she sit back and lick her own lips, gathering the last little bit that was dripping from the corner of her mouth and finish that off too. <br><br>She spared a glance at the sister now laying prone on the bed and smiled down at her, stroking along her back gently.&nbsp; “Such a sweet little thing….so soft…so tasty.”&nbsp; Vasha purred before leaning&nbsp; down and trailing her tongue from the woman’s shoulder down her bruised skin to bury the pink digit between the girls ass cheeks.&nbsp; Her hands spread Moira’s cheeks wide as she licked and sucked the abused orifice, cleaning it as she had done Gaberiel only a moment earlier.&nbsp; Her tongue circled and thrust itself inside,&nbsp; smiling to herself as she head the soft grunts and moans of pain.&nbsp; “Shhhhh.”&nbsp; She soothed quietly before delving back in once more, thrusting her tongue deep and growling hungrily as she felt Moira’s muscles constrict around it in protest.&nbsp; Satisfied that she was clean, the vampire lay down next to her, her fingers still softly stroking along&nbsp; the small battered body.&nbsp; “So soft.”&nbsp; Sharp nails scratched, leaving bloody trails along her side,&nbsp; the vampire inhaling the sweet essence of life that was now dripping from Moira’s side.&nbsp; She slid her fingers through the red sticky fluid and brought them up to the sister’s lips, “Here my love, taste how sweet you really are.”&nbsp; Shoving her fingers inside the other woman’s mouth, she laughed as the blood smeared across lips that tried to keep themselves closed, but eventually gave way to the pressure exerted on them.&nbsp; Her fingers now encased in the other woman’s mouth, she grinned as she felt Moira suck her fingers, that sweet little tongue licking her own blood off of the pale digits that had invaded her.&nbsp; <br><br>When all of the blood was gone, she smiled sweetly and leaned down to kiss the other woman gently, gliding her tongue across her lips lovingly to gather the blood smeared there before thrusting deep inside of her mouth to kiss her passionately, almost as a tender lover would.&nbsp; “No my sweet.”&nbsp; She said soothingly to Moira, “Thank you…you are delicious.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 02:53:38</strong>
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				Perhaps a brief discussion of the setting is necessary before the devil continues to play in his circle of hell.&nbsp; Moira slept in an ominous setting, surrounded by leathers and straps, modern devices of torture, remnants of history that ought to be forgotten, technology that should have never been made.&nbsp; Housed within these four walls were some of Gabriel’s most wicked contraptions, all crafted with the intent to apply them on his poor, darling Moira.&nbsp; While he claimed Vasha as his significant other, Gabriel claimed his sister as his slave (though she was free to do as she pleased when he was not around) and the subject to his terror-inspired rule.&nbsp; It was truly wicked of him to have Moira help in the construction of the devices that would carefully undo her, and it was even more so that Gabriel ought to force her to sleep in the shadow of such wicked devices.&nbsp; But Vasha and he, always connected by their sexes, laughed with glee when poor Moira suffered.<br><br>For a space of minutes, he had Vasha’s head attached to his pelvis, feverishly suckling his softening dick hungrily.&nbsp; What was the bitch doing?&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; Was she trying to eat his cock off?&nbsp; The Captain of the Pequod couldn’t help but look at Vasha with disdain as she scratched the paint off of his favorite toy, so to speak, and he very nearly snatched her by the throat to shove his cock inside her mouth to choke her.&nbsp; Eyes narrowed as his patience was tested; he hated it when Vasha rubbed his dick raw with her sharp teeth.&nbsp; He stretched his bionic arm in front of him and, from a compartment in his forearm, revealed a long cigar.&nbsp; He placed the cigar on the cliffside of his bottom lip, lit it with a small contraption that lay underneath the surface of his metallic thumb and took a long draw as he arched his body backwards, at least attempting to enjoy the vampire’s dick cleaning.<br><br>A few words about the arm, since it shall come of use in a few moments:&nbsp; it was a bionic arm that increased his strength and aim with small arms pistols, but it housed a number of compartments and contained a few useful items which made life in deep space bearable.&nbsp; Essentially, the arm was a glorified Swiss Army Knife, with blades, portable heating devices, communicators, healing kits, etc.<br><br>As Vasha eased off his cock, he grasped her hair tightly, pulled her head back so hard that, had she been a normal human, he would have snapped her neck, and then, he fucked her mouth with his tongue.&nbsp; Arching an eyebrow and snarling, he dropped her to allow her to go to Moira.&nbsp; He watched as Vasha began to eat Moira’s asshole out.&nbsp; Standing there in his combat boots, the cyborg assassin leaned on one hip, stroking his growing cock.&nbsp; He emitted a weak moan as Vasha sliced Moira’s flesh, the sight of his sister’s blood juxtaposed on her ivory skin.&nbsp; Sitting behind Vasha, he placed his hand on her hip and kissed the base of her spine as she worked… working his way up until he was kissing the back of her cranium.&nbsp; He would whisper in Vasha’s ear, &nbsp;“You cut that bitch up, baby… You cut that fucking bitch up.&nbsp; I love you, baby…&nbsp; do you know how much I love to fuck you, baby?&nbsp; God, you fuck so good, Vasha.&nbsp; You’re the best fucker in the galaxy.&nbsp; You look so fucking good, you know that?&nbsp; Look at that ass!” &nbsp;As he said this, he bit her ass.&nbsp; &nbsp; “… Cut that bitch up,” he hissed, whispering in her ear.<br><br>Kissing Vasha on the cheek, he reached over to Moira and pinched her bruised lips.&nbsp; He slid his dirty fingers in between her lips, pressing them against her teeth, prying them open.&nbsp; Then, he shoved his fingers deep into her mouth, touching the tiny bell in the back of her throat.&nbsp; No, he didn’t stop until almost his entire hand, with the exception of his thumb, was submerged inside Moira’s mouth.&nbsp; As he treated Moira so cruelly, he tenderly kissed Vasha’s neck and shoulders, almost as if the two were on a picnic.<br><br>Then, Gabriel stood up suddenly, wiping the spit off of his fingertips—tasting his own flesh as if he was tasting fish sticks.&nbsp; Walking across the room, he opened a metallic cabinet on the wall.&nbsp; Inside the cabinet were five large five gallon plastic bottles, all containing different sorts of oils.&nbsp; He picked one up, singing to himself an old tune as he watched his girls play, smiling.&nbsp; This was a man who was at the BBQ, watching his children play, loving life.&nbsp; Then he walked to the kitchenette, where a large pot lay on a burner.&nbsp; He poured the oil into the pot and turned on the burner.&nbsp; As it bubbled, he turned to look at Foon Foon.<br><br>&nbsp;“Foon Foon, my dear lad,” &nbsp;he said, approaching him.&nbsp; The man was on the ground beside him, talking to him through the purple cocoon that enslaved him. &nbsp;“Foon Foon, I sincerely must apologize.&nbsp; You’re not going to like what I’m going to do to you.&nbsp; No, no… I’m not going to kill you.&nbsp; None of us are.”&nbsp; Slowly, he began to undo the cocoon from around the man’s hips and pelvis, revealing his limp penis.&nbsp; Gabriel flicked the tip of his penis hard.&nbsp; Then, he grabbed it and slowly rubbed it, smirking at Foon Foon’s incapacitated body.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Does this feel good, Foon Foon?&nbsp; Do you like it when I jerk you off?” &nbsp;he said in a hushed manner.&nbsp; Drawing a tremendous loogie, he spit on Foon Foon’s dick.&nbsp; Gabriel sat Foon Foon up, then rolled him over to his knees and positioned him so that his ass was in the air.&nbsp; Naughtily, Gabriel spit on the man’s asshole, shoving a finger down his rectum.&nbsp; Spreading his legs just enough so that he might fit his hand in between his thighs, Gabriel milked his cock until he forced the man to cum.&nbsp; The very act of forcing a man to cum greatly inspired the Pequod’s captain, because his cock was now quite stiff.&nbsp; All Foon Foon could do was scream, but it, too was muffled.<br><br>Then, Gabriel lifted the man up and dragged him to a metallic plank.&nbsp; He positioned Foon Foon’s chest on the cold, metallic plank, and then bound his arms behind the plank and his legs to a stirrup attached to one of the plank’s legs.&nbsp; Gabriel then began to crank a hydraulic gear, which lifted the Asian man’s body up so that his hips were level with his.&nbsp; Gabriel slapped his ass, and then, seeming to enjoy it, did it again.&nbsp; The man’s ass was covered with red handprints.<br><br>&nbsp;“Do you like your present?” Gabriel asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Do you like your present, you stupid slut?&nbsp; I got him just for you.&nbsp; I could have sent him in pieces, but no… I thought that maybe Moira might want him.&nbsp; And I know that my Moira loves it when I bring her toys.” &nbsp; As he said this, he peeled the purple cocoon off of his mark, revealing a sensible, but dangerous looking, Asian man.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You should look at his asshole, baby.&nbsp; It’s tight.&nbsp; I’m tempted to kiss it, but I think Foon Foon would like it too much.”<br><br>&nbsp;OOC:&nbsp; Believe it or not, this was going to be a four page post!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 06:07:26</strong>
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				She was a broken doll.&nbsp; Her body limp, wickedly draped over the bed like some toy used and tossed aside. It was nearly blissful to simply lay there.&nbsp; As if she might never get up.&nbsp; Might possibly go to sleep and never awaken.&nbsp; The loud slurping of vampiric lips around that softening cock was the music to which her life seemed to revolve.&nbsp; She did not even have to look, not that she could have seen much, not without her glasses, anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>A soft, contented sigh falling from her lips before she would feel that wickedly long tongue trail over her skin, little shivers chasing down her spine even as she would feel her tight little cheeks spread, her body arching, thrusting her ass back feebly. "Tasty for Mistress, yes!'&nbsp; Her voice trembling with fear and exhausted arousal.&nbsp; Flushed cheeks pressing into the bedspread, her hands curled up over her head, clenching into the bed as that tongue would so cruelly spear into that used asshole.&nbsp; Reopening wounds, scooping out the mixture of crimson vitae and cum that had filled her.&nbsp; A low mewling wail would fill the room, her entire body shivering, unable to think past the feel of that tongue, the mixture of pleasure and pain that always came to her when her Brother and his Girlfriend were in residence.<br><br>A growl against her taut little ass, making her squeal even as those hands would sooth her slender back, the girl whimpering softly as her body would tighten, only to feel that lithe form coming to lay next to her panting body.&nbsp; Her face turned towards the Vampire, cheeks flushed, her hand scrambling for the small bit of 'normal' furniture, the little frames sitting there, her fingers finding them and perching them on her nose, the scene coming immediately into focus.&nbsp; Only to see that feral, sexy face before her own, her body tensing as nails would rake her side, a painful little caress that left hot droplets sliding over her taut abdomen. Her cries stifled by the sudden thrust of thick, male fingers into her lips, forcing those wounds open, the girl nearly choking as his fingers were forced deeper, and deeper.&nbsp; Until he was very nearly caressing the back of her throat, her mouth stretched wide, her body trembling under those rough nails, those delicate fingers. <br><br>A shiver running through her, her eyes glazing over behind the glasses, her face flushed, whimpering as those fingers would manipulate the newly made wounds.&nbsp; Hearing her brother's voice, his words echoing in her ears even as his fingers would slide out of her mouth, leaving little strands of spit and blood in their wake.. Only to be replaced by another, more feminine set, her broken lips automatically suckling around them, the blood from her side mixing with the blood that seeped from her lip, the girl suckling every coppery drop, her tongue caressing them mindlessly.<br><br>Sex Kitten.&nbsp; Slave Slut.&nbsp; Fuck Toy.&nbsp; Her lips pressing feverishly against the vampires as she would deign to kiss the broken doll, her tongue lapping against the other woman's lips, her breath whimpered against her mouth, her body trembling deliciously with want and fear of the vampire. Knowing that one wrong move could end with her splattered all over the walls..&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes opening slowly behind those lenses, her head tilting to the vampire as the girl would smile at her, adoringly.&nbsp; 'I am your toy, Mistress..'&nbsp; The girl letting the blood from that split lip pool in her mouth once more before softly pressing her lips against the other woman's once more.&nbsp; Only slowly becoming aware of her brother once more, having moved away from them.. Her dark eyes would find him, curious as she would take in his words, his actions..&nbsp; Her body perking immediately, even as those shallow cuts would ache and ooze blood, the room smelling like a charnel house.. if one housed such a thing within a bordello..<br><br>She would giggle.&nbsp; A manic sound, her lips spreading wide, though such a thing would only start her lip bleeding rather profusely again, not that she cared, the girl scampering to the end of the bed, nearly off it.&nbsp; 'Yes!&nbsp; Oh fuck his ass.. Can i watch?&nbsp; I want to see you do it.'&nbsp; Her tongue darting over her lips, tasting her own blood once more, slowly crawling down off the bed, wincing slightly as her used body would ache so terribly.&nbsp; 'Please brother.. Oh i want to taste him..'&nbsp; Nearly purring, her words so slurred that it was almost pitiful, slowly nearing him and the toy..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 01:45:35</strong>
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				Vasha watched eagerly as Gabriel tortured Foon Foon.&nbsp; Her eyes not missing a thing as her lover’s hands caressed and abused the Asian man’s body.&nbsp; Her hunger grew again as she remembered him telling her that they were going to share him, and that all of this delicious abuse was a prequel to that glorious end when she would finally be allowed to feed!&nbsp; It still made her pout slightly that she wouldn’t be allowed to kill him, but she supposed that being allowed to drink from his cock and being able to watch the man’s fear and ecstasy combine as she pleasured him and then sank those fangs into the tender flesh would pacify her for now.&nbsp; But Gabriel was going to have to relent and find her someone she could drain.&nbsp; She understood that he enjoyed the blood lust that filled her when she was hungry, but if he waited too much longer to satisfy the feral hunger always lurking inside of her, she wouldn’t be able to control herself any longer and might very well turn on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>So it was when Moyra looked up at her with such adoration, allowing more blood to collect in her mouth and then offering it to her that the vampire pounced on the other woman, devouring her mouth with her own, sliding her tongue inside of that abused and bruised mouth, licking and sucking every last drop of the coppery essence, hissing in anger when it was gone, her teeth raking across already battered lips in the attempt to find more.&nbsp; <br><br>Muffled screams momentarily drew her attention away from the slender form beneath her as she turned her head to see what Gabriel was doing to Foon Foon now.&nbsp; The sights and sounds of the man begging and pleading for mercy had her aroused to the point of pain once more, and she found her hands stroking lovingly over Moira’s body, idly pinching her nipples, tugging on them and pinching them between her fingers as she watched the torture continue.&nbsp; Her juices were already flowing again, soaking the woman beneath her where she straddled her hips.&nbsp; She ground herself against the other woman, groaning as her insides were on fire again.&nbsp; She watched Gabriel’s cock grow again until it was still and throbbing once more.&nbsp; The thought of watching him shove that hard piece of meat in the other man’s ass had her whimpering in need as she moved her body on top of Moira’s.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The vampire could feel Moira’s growing excitement as she witnessed what Gabriel was doing, so when she moved beneath her to get off of the bed, Vasha allowed her to go, wanting to watch what she did with her ‘present’.&nbsp; <br><br>Staying on the bed, the vampire began touching herself,&nbsp; sliding a finger between her own legs to slowly circle her clit, sliding a finger deep inside and toying with herself.&nbsp; A long shuddering groan escaped her lips as she brought her other hand down to join the first one.&nbsp; Four fingers went inside of that dripping snatch pumping furiously while the other hand slapped and pulled on her clit, all the while her eyes watching the three others in the room, hungrily awaiting what was coming next.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 20:11:26</strong>
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				Incredulously, Gabriel looked at Moira, as if saying, ‘did this bitch just make a demand from me?’&nbsp; Gabriel snatched Moira by the hair and pulled her close, seething against her cheek as he looked over her.&nbsp; He kissed her brow as if he were saying goodbye to her and then pulled her down to her knees by her hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You are a cunt.&nbsp; You are a cunt, Moira!&nbsp; I say when you lick him, not you.&nbsp; Did I make a mistake in my training you?&nbsp; Did I somehow err?&nbsp; You cunt, who do you think you are?&nbsp; Aren’t you my slave?&nbsp; Aren’t you my little sex rag?&nbsp; And don’t I treat you well?&nbsp; You stupid, obnoxious, unworthy little cunt!”&nbsp; He slapped the back of her shoulder with his fleshy hand.&nbsp; Dropping her on the ground, he pinned her by sitting on top of her.&nbsp; He grasped her throat and slapped her cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Do I deserve to have such an unworthy little cunt as a slave?&nbsp; I have a beautiful, delicious vampire in my thrall, so what do I need a limited telepath for?&nbsp; Huh?”&nbsp; Then, standing over her, he grasped Moira by her scalp and yanked her up.&nbsp; Then, he spun her around, biting her shoulder, still pulling on her hair so that her cranium tilted back.&nbsp; Gabriel tossed her at Foon Foon’s body.<br><br>Before Moira could recollect herself, Gabriel had snatched her wrist and positioned her on top of Foon Foon so that her face hovered right over his little brown spot.&nbsp; Then, he snatched a cuff from the shelf and handcuffed her to the board.&nbsp; Seeing this and feeling a bit of inspiration from it, Gabriel wrapped a length of rope around Moira, Foon Foon and the board, firmly binding them all.&nbsp; Then, he adjusted the board’s other stirrups so that they could adequately support Moira’s legs.&nbsp; Placing those supple, ivory hamstrings unto the stirrups and suppressing her by firmly spanking her, he strapped her into the stirrup.&nbsp; Then, not yet pleased with the positioning, Gabriel applied strength to a set of gears below the board that in turn forced poor Moira to spread her legs. He kept on turning the gears until Moira was performing a forced split, and, without provocation, Gabriel pushed it just a little bit more.&nbsp; Gabriel stood up, grabbed a crop from a nearby table and slung his legs over Moira’s waist, facing away from her head and Foon Foon’s ass.&nbsp; Sitting on her and pressing his large dick into the valley of her rotund ass cheeks, Gabriel casually grinded himself against her as he brushed the leathery length of the crop against her ragged asshole and her dripping twat.<br><br>&nbsp;“I don’t like it when you make demands, Moira,” &nbsp;he said, swatting her exposed genitalia hard.&nbsp; &nbsp; “It’s like you don’t seem to understand who the captain of this vessel is.” &nbsp; Again, he swatted her glistening pussy. &nbsp;“I am the captain, after all.&nbsp; What I say goes.” He swatted her again.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You may lick his little asshole if you want.&nbsp; It would greatly please me if you did it, you little whore.”&nbsp; Another swat.&nbsp; Then, seeming to bore of hurting Moira, he got up and gestured to Vasha.<br><br>”Vasha my darling, please get that oil on the stove.&nbsp; It should be scalding now,” he said as he slid his flesh hand into a leather glove.&nbsp; Those black digits carefully assessed the firmness of Moira’s rump, and the index casually ran over her spine, to the base of her neck, to the top of Moira’s cranium.&nbsp; Then, he pushed down on it to bury her face further into Foon Foon’s ass.&nbsp; Crouching in front of her, he smiled at his sister, admiring the virginity of the deadly Asian’s anus.&nbsp; Then, he nibbled on the flesh of his ball sac, pulling it slightly.&nbsp; Looking at Vasha, he stood, biting his bottom lip as he…&nbsp; looked at a dildo that dangled from a hook on the wall.<br><br>Foon Foon, to say a word about him, quivered with fear.&nbsp; When Gabriel sat on Moira’s waist, and therefore directly on top of chest, his lungs felt like they were going to collapse.&nbsp; But before he could pass out, Gabriel got off.&nbsp; ‘Please, please, please,’ he murmured continuously.<br><br>&nbsp;“Foon Foon, since we’re going to be applying <em>all</em> of that oil to your little asshole, I thought it might be appropriate that two dicks fuck you at once.&nbsp; Vasha, darling… could you please wear that dildo there?” &nbsp;he said, pointing to the dildo on the wall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 05:14:00</strong>
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				A mistake!&nbsp; That lithe, broken body crawling from the bed, her tongue drawing over her lips as she would let her gaze wander from her brother, to the man tied like a stuffed pig.. Well.. not stuffed yet, was he?&nbsp; That little purr falling from broken lips before she would feel the sudden sharp pain of thick fingers in those dark locks.&nbsp; Jerked upwards, pain ripping through her scalp, her hands scrambling to push her glasses back upon her nose.&nbsp; That body on display.&nbsp; Bruised.&nbsp; Bloodied.&nbsp; Smeared with his fluids.&nbsp; She barely even had a moment to answer him before she found herself on the ground once more, on all fours, her back aching where his hand had made contact.&nbsp; For a moment she considered making a break for the bed..<br><br>A low groan as she would suddenly find him on her back, her weakened body almost dropping to the ground, though his hands around her neck was certainly incentive for her to stay on her knees.&nbsp; Her head jerked back, like a doll, unable to even speak.<br><br>She landed with a grunt, her body laying weakly over the tied down Asian.&nbsp; Her face practically buried in his ass, her glasses falling off her nose.&nbsp; His back turned to her, rooting for something. 'Please Brother, I'm sorry.. Brother's slut.. His slave whore.. i didn't mean to make demands..'&nbsp; Of course, he wasn't listening, she was worthless to him, less than property..&nbsp; The cold metal snapping around her wrist, bound in place.. Those soft pink lips parting, swelling softly where the vampire had bitten her.&nbsp; Her slender waist bound down, that bare pussy rubbing against the man beneath her.&nbsp; Her legs spread to either side of his head.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Almost before she could put together another coherent thought her body was bound, spread, her thighs stretched leaving her utterly exposed.&nbsp; The feel of leather against her abused little asshole, pressing into already broken skin, making her whimper, her pussy rubbing against the man beneath her.&nbsp; 'Im sorry!'&nbsp; Squealing as the stinging pain would seem to lash across her tender sex.&nbsp; Her entire body trying to squirm under him, her hips bucking with the sudden painful pleasure that send her into humiliating, panting, humping joy.&nbsp; She was wet.&nbsp; Bloody.&nbsp; Drained.&nbsp; But still wanting more.&nbsp; 'You!&nbsp; You!&nbsp; Fuck, you're the captain!&nbsp; I'm just a cunt!&nbsp; A dirty worthless cunt!'&nbsp; That glistening ass humping against foon foon every time he swatted her, forcing his face down, nearly suffocating him even if Gabriel hadn't been crushing his chest.<br><br>The whole time she had been staring at that tight little hole.&nbsp; Watching as his balls strained and flopped as the man beneath her struggled.&nbsp; And at her brother's order, not a moment before, mind you, she would press her face deep into that tight little ass.&nbsp; Feeling the weight lifted from her, her tongue drawing down that crack, from top to bottom.&nbsp; Once.. Twice.. Three times.&nbsp; Only to come back once more to that crinkled little eye.&nbsp; Her tongue probing him slowly.&nbsp; That little whimper as she heard her brothers plans, making her squirm, her movements becoming more violent, forcing him open with her tongue.&nbsp; Fucking him with that strong, wet little muscle.&nbsp; Wanting to be the first to penetrate him, even if Vasha got all the fun..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennial Visions of the 41st Century [Part I]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 16:23:34</strong>
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				The vampire grew even more excited as she watched Gabe get Moira situated to his liking on top of Foon Foon.&nbsp; The sight of&nbsp; that small pale body draped helplessly over the other.&nbsp; Thoughts of what was to come making her dizzy with pleasurable sensations.&nbsp; <br><br>She perked up visibly at mention of the oil on the stove and slowly slid her fingers from inside of her and moved lithely off of the bed&nbsp; and sashay naked except for her thigh high boots over to the stove to retrieve the oil.&nbsp; Her hand grasped the bottle and tipped a small amount out onto her finger, hissing as the heat from it burnt her skin, immediately popping the injured appendage into her mouth to suck on it and grin at Foon Foon.&nbsp; She handed over the bottle and her grin grew even wider at Gabe’s next suggestion.&nbsp; “It would be my pleasure.”&nbsp; She purred to both her lover and their captive.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching a graceful hand over, she grasped the dildo and quickly strapped it on, taking her hand and stroking the hard plastic length with her hand, moving closer to Foon Foon’s face with it, pressing it against his lips, wanting him to know full well the size and texture of it before she actually used it on him.&nbsp; <br>
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