Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male)
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				Title: <strong>Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:23:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;Risque Magazine had always been occupying a nice and comfy little niche on the men's magazine market. It tended towards the softcore segment, nothing more than topless at the most for nudity levels. With softcore pornographic stories and ads, as well as typical men's themes, it was a cushy little gig.<br><br>&nbsp;The business had its hidden side, however, there was a certain white slavery operation. Very low key. Usually attractive women with few if any social/family connections were the prime targets. Being located in Los Angeles, California, meant this discreet operation was hidden in plain sight. The operation was run by a few members of the magazine, underground in key positions. <br><br>&nbsp;There was the matter of that new girl, the dark haired one, very attractive. There was something suspicious about her, rumor had it she was an undercover journalist but Lon Christiansen would wait and be certain before he ran off and snatched her. Right about now she was doing a topless shoot with him as the photographer.<br><br>&nbsp;"Very nice, miss, now arch your back a little more..." Lon said from behind the camera. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 04:50:55</strong>
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				Bella Silver, as she was known by the magazine's human resource's department was in fact, Isabella DiSilvestri, an up and coming hot shot journalist from New York City.&nbsp; This gig, though a little embarrassing, was going to put her in the spotlight as a woman who was willing to do anything to get the story, to get the dirt.&nbsp; Always asking the hard questions, she had a forthright approach that rubbed some people the wrong way but made her the darling of the old style reporters, trusting her word, her stories.&nbsp; <br><br>At 5'10" she was definitely tall enough for modeling, her exotic dark looks easily winning her an interview and initial shoot.&nbsp; Dressed entirely in black lace from her stockings, to her g-string, to the demi bra with its straps wrapped tightly over her wrists and the slip of a robe teasing her thighs she was perfect for this style of photography.&nbsp; She knew exactly how she looked for while her major in college had been journalism, her minor was photo journalism.&nbsp; She had the eye.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising on&nbsp; her toes a little more in her black patent leather four inch spike heels, she arched her back as he directed.&nbsp; Her round full breasts rising to greet the light, her nipples darkened, hard and tight.&nbsp; Though she was somewhat aroused by this, the room was kept cool, just for that reason.&nbsp; <br><br>With a soft sensual smile, her eyes glazing over as she thinks to herself about the night before she left New York for this shoot.&nbsp; Her lover Haylee's hands on her breasts, sucking them, playing with her clit.&nbsp; The memory alone brings a soft flush of desire to her cheeks, neck and breasts.&nbsp; Maybe she could get some copies of these pictures to give to Haylee before they were destroyed?&nbsp; Yes, she would love that.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 05:02:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Think sexy now. Maybe cover up your breasts a little but not too much, face the camera this time..." Lon said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Very nice." Lon said as he snapped the last few photos of the shoot, "You can take a break for now. We'll get the set ready for the next shot in a half hour or so." <br><br>&nbsp;That was a lie, really. And Lon and the others on the set knew it. It was time to snatch that little snoop before she got too much more evidence. And what better time and place than her own dressing room, when she put that bra of hers back on. He'd love to kidnap her in the matching set...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 11:18:36</strong>
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				It was unusually drafty in the small back bedroom where pastel paint had began to chip off of the solid stone walls. Midmorning came all too quickly for the infamous Haylee, who had spent most of the evening going over some information on a murder investigation south of the city. She loved to help out her beloved best friend Izzy and most certainly loved spending the day in Izzy's water bed when she wasn't around. At her left a small crest haired terrier snored then brought it's nose to Haylee's hand saying good morning and stretching it's little dog legs. Haylee had never been a fan of animals, but for some reason she had secretly grown attached to Izzy's favorite little dog. <br><br>About twelve noon she rolled out of bed in her pajama's and went into the living room. Izzy left two days ago giving Haylee some bogus excuse about where she was going and had not come back, even last night to grab some things. Had she found some hot sexy man to spend her salacious and sometimes ostentatious waking moments with? It didn't seem like Izzy to run off and not say something, or leave a note. She knew how Haylee worried and didn't ever stay gone so long. Scratching her left shoulder she went back too the bedroom and took a shower, got into something comfortable then went down too the station. <br><br>Nobody had seen her either. The last they heard she was going undercover to a company called Risque. <br><br>She wasn't a fan of underwear commercials let alone smut and was quite taken abroad by her latest scheme when Isabella did not return back home the next day. Grumbling and rolling the idea around in her head she finally decided to go for a casting call down at Risque. <br><br>"James I want a peppermint latte delivered to my room ASAP." While in the company of the many photographers and makeup artists she put on airs acting as if she owned the place when she walked in for the first time and readied herself for auditions. "And none of that face creamer crap either." A mistress of disguises it was easy for her to pull off a decent Irish accent which made her seem more exotic to the many men ogling when she stepped from her dressing room. Tossing her cell phone onto the floor she stepped into the light showing off some succulent breasts and an ass that looked like it needed to be bitten. <br><br>She wore a sand camouflaged jacket over an emerald green lace bra and camouflaged colored diamond studded thong. Her vivacious red hair was pulled back and like always naturally curled, dancing over the upturned collars of the jacket that nicely shadowed her neck line. Long lashes and amazing yet subtle blue eyes gave her a prissy yet slutty look that just pulled the whole outfit together. Legs were nice and shapely, her feet covered by open toed light brown six inch heals that ended mid-thigh with two long ribbon bows. There was a sparkle to her skin, making the peach colored cheek bones ravish a man's heart, eye candy to anybody who dared look onwards. <br><br>Her bra pushed her breasts up and out, the pretty lace panties hugging her hip bones just beneath the little tattoo she refused to let make up artists cover. Those lips looked like they needed to be touched, kissed, around something, Ferrari red, a shade she often used to get answers. There was something so deadly beautiful about the way she looked at a person, as if she was a delicate flower laced in powdered mercury. Her posture made her look as if she needed to be touched, fondled, placed in positions like a porcelain figurine atop a red wire mantle. Haylee was definitely an irresistible peach plucked straight from the garden of eden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 11:33:37</strong>
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				Bringing her hands to her breasts she splayed her long, delicate fingers to teasingly cover her breasts, her nipples peeking between them, the bra dangling from one wrist. &nbsp;With her face lowered somewhat she raises her eyes to look up through her lashes directly into the camera, a smouldering look challenging anyone viewing to look away. &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Very nice." Lon said as he snapped the last few photos of the shoot, "You can take a break for now. We'll get the set ready for the next shot in a half hour or so." </em> <br><br>"Thanks Lon, I need to stretch." &nbsp;She smiles brightly, pulling her bra back on over her firm, round breasts with practiced ease as she makes her way back through the cluttered studio to her small dressing room. &nbsp;With a quiet sigh she sits in the only comfortable chair in the room, resting her stiletto encased feet on a convenient table as she pulls a banana and an orange soda from the little fridge. &nbsp;<br><br>Popping the soda she takes a long appreciative pull from the chilled can then sets it aside to turn her attention to the banana. &nbsp;She normally didn't diet or anything of that nature. &nbsp;Hey, &nbsp;she was a New Yorker, she walked everywhere, but it seemed to be the norm here. &nbsp;When in Rome and all that.. &nbsp;so.. &nbsp;she pretended to diet, munching on fruit whenever any from the magazine were in view, scarfing on double pepperoni pizza when they were not.<br><br>Closing her eyes to enjoy a few minutes solitude, she begins running over the things she has seen since her arrival to keep them fresh in her memory. &nbsp;Her lap top with all her notes till today was stored safely away in a bus locker downtown, the key left at the front desk of the travelers inn where she was staying. &nbsp;Instructions had been given to mail any personal items to a neighbor in her apartment building back home should she forget anything when she left. &nbsp;This would keep anyone from the magazine, hopefully, from finding out any real information about her true purpose for being there.. &nbsp; <br><br>Paranoid? &nbsp;Maybe. &nbsp;Cautious? Most definitely. &nbsp;She was not a stupid girl. &nbsp;She was just not very lucky. 
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 13:47:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;As Bella lounged in the chair the door to her dressing room silently opened. Slowly Lon snuck into the room. The caution was largely unnecessary. Most of the models from earlier in the day had gone home and the staff not involved in Risque's underground scheme were also on their way home.<br><br>&nbsp;Still caution would be dictated in this case. He snuck up silently behind Bella before clamping the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose. <br><br>&nbsp;After she'd passed out Lon set about tying her up. He rolled her on her stomach on the floor, binding her wrists tightly behind her back, before binding her ankles as well. It would also be a good idea to keep her quiet until tonight when they could transport her. Lon opened Bella's mouth, stuffing a rag inside and then tied inside with a strip of black silk tied over her lips. <br><br>&nbsp;He carried her to an unmarked storage room and sat her down on the bare concrete floor before locking the door from the outside...<br><br>===<br><br>&nbsp;(OOC: Just a reminder, by the time Haylee has shown up, Bella's already been kidnapped and taken to the kidnappers' hideaway. I figure Haylee can do a shoot as well before her abduction.)<br><br>&nbsp;A few days later: Lon had run a trace on that new girl, Haylee, it was standard procedure to do checks on everyone who showed up to Risque. This turned up a red flag. She was close to that Isabella girl that they'd kidnapped a few days earlier. She'd need to be kidnapped too.<br><br>&nbsp;This wasn't too big of an issue. After all, Haylee was fairly hot as well. She'd make a great addition to Bella in captivity. He checked the hidden camera in her room, James had already arrived. <br><br>&nbsp;"Haylee Carter?" said James, as he delivered the latte, "We're ready for you on the set..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 23:52:55</strong>
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				The last thing Bella clearly remembered was sitting in the chair, the banana peel tossed onto the table near her feet as she leaned back again, her eyes closed then a horrible smell and a panicked need to run.&nbsp; The chloroform rapidly doing its work rendering her unconscious, her body slipping slowly from the chair.<br><br>Sometime later, though to Bella it seemed timeless, through a haze she hears voices buzzing.&nbsp; Unable to make heads or tails out of the buzzing through the haze all she knows is her head hurts and she is incredibly thirsty.&nbsp; <br><br>The soft involuntary whimper muffled by the gag she doesn't realize, in her drugged state, is invading her mouth, she tries to move to a more comfortable position.&nbsp; Long lashes fluttering slightly she gives a strangled grunt before slipping back into an almost unconscious state as her body tries to rid itself of the last of the chemically induced near coma state.&nbsp; It wont be long before her head is clear.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 00:34:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;As darkness fell an unmarked white van approached the near deserted Risque Magazine building. Lon opened the unmarked door and then took Bella, carrying her over his left shoulder. As he walked down the deserted hallway, he ran his hand down her buttocks and thighs towards the covered loading dock. The white van waited with the idling engine and he loaded Bella inside, laying her on her side on an air mattress before closing the back door. The van drove off into the night, out towards an isolated location in the countryside.<br><br>&nbsp;As it did, Lon sat Bella up and fitted his hands over her breasts, fondling them as he spoke, "Do you know how long, Miss Di Silvestri, we've known about your poking around on our operation? Days? Weeks? Suffice to say we've known for a while, and you are now in big trouble..." 
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 03:45:10</strong>
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				A still groggy Bella opens her dark eyes feeling rough hands fondling her lace covered breasts.&nbsp; Trying to speak she coughs a little around the gag as her eyes flutter open trying to focus on her surroundings.&nbsp; The movement of the van causing her to sway a little, her breasts pressing firmly into his groping hands.&nbsp; <br><br>Backing as far away as the confines of the van will allow, Bella's eyes fly open in alarm hearing his words.<br><br><em>"Do you know how long, Miss Di Silvestri, we've known about your poking around on our operation? Days? Weeks? Suffice to say we've known for a while, and you are now in big trouble..."&nbsp; </em> <br><br>Her ineffective struggles against the rope bonds at her wrists causes only a mild skin irritation, rubbing the skin raw underneath.&nbsp; She shakes her head quickly with wide, panicked eyes as she looks around evaluating her situation.&nbsp; The darkened van, the 'photographer' in front of her, gag, all of it spelled out trouble.&nbsp; Great big huge piles of trouble.&nbsp; Her trip to the middle east three months ago paled in comparison.&nbsp; <br><br>Swallowing hard to try to contain her panic, she works to control her breathing using that quack, supposed zen master's technique she learned during an investigation last year.&nbsp; The guy may have been a fraud but that breathing trick sure did work.&nbsp; Her breasts no longer heaved as she struggled to breath, settling back she takes stock of her current situation, visually memorizing every detail, listening to every sound, every clue to her location.&nbsp; It may come in handy later.<br><br>Speaking slowly and quietly, as if to a particularly naughty child.&nbsp; "Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 07:21:08</strong>
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				"Why thank you james, you are a doll." She unintentionally flirted then took a nice sip, popped a breathmint before walking out of the room. She stepped onto the set a few minutes later after introducing herself to the photographers. Haylee started out holding the jacket around her firm round breasts and giving the camera her best shy look. Afterwards she let the jacket fall open and around her shoulders before sliding her thumbs into the strings on her panties. Teasingly she tugged on the bows then moved the hands towards the bra straps. Her movements were fluid enough to say that she might have been a dancer at one time. Fingers pressed into her soft flesh, deft quick movements suggesting that she might work with them often.<br><br>&nbsp;Any man who had not done a periodical back ground check on the stunning Haylee might have been lead to believe that she might at one time have been a stripper. People who had some idea of her background would know that she was anything but. In fact Haylee had never really held a real job before in her life and was pretty much a black ink blot on the white sheet of paper that is normal working class standards. <br><br>Her hips moved when she switched positions, a slight contraction in her lower leg that made her upper body flow like water into another stance. Haylee was definitely gorgeous, a perfect complexion and textured skin that looked like velvet. Her body from her neck down looked as if it was devoid of hair, an angelic soft supple body that had obviously had little attention. Even standing slutty there was a certain priceless burlesque teasing mannerism. Nobody could be certain whether or not she was a virgin, she had a soft pale pink virgin blush. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 22:41:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;Able to sort of understand what Bella was saying through the gag, Lon still tightened it behind her head. "Really, you're hardly in a position to tell me what to do." <br><br>&nbsp;The vehicle stopped inside the large garage of a huge two story house in the middle of the countryside, miles from the highway. The van stopped and Bella was hauled over Lon's shoulder, his hand running down her buttocks and thighs as they entered the two story house, walked through the kitchen and into the living room.<br><br>&nbsp;Lon sat down and put Bella on his lap, atop his hardening erection as he fitted his hands onto Bella's breasts from behind. The other conspirators from the magazine, to include the seemingly mild mannered James sat nearby.<br><br>&nbsp;"So, this is the journalist bitch that's been poking around our operation, eh?" James said.<br><br>&nbsp;"That she is." Lon said, "Well, I say we give her the <em>full experience</em> while she's here..." Lon began, menacingly as he took a small gun from his pocket and pointed it to Bella's head, "I'm gonna untie you in a moment, but you'll do exactly as I say, understood? Nod if you understand..." <br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;Days later at the Magazine: "Haylee, if you might take that bra of yours off for the next shot?" Lon said, "Oh, but give us a sideways view, and maybe cover up just a little...very nice." <br><br>&nbsp;Lon made a mental note to keep an eye on this one. She'd looked at a photo of Bella that was up from the kidnapper reporter's last shoot several days ago a bit too long for his liking. His background check had confirmed her association with Miss DiSilvestri...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 01:29:49</strong>
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				As Lon hauls Bella out of the van, slinging her over his shoulder, his shoulder digging uncomfortably into her stomach, her fight or flight reflex kicked in.&nbsp; Kicking and struggling against his hands, with no real success, Bella's thick black hair tangling in her efforts, falls over her face making it impossible for her to see anything beyond the ground and his back.&nbsp; Trying to scream around the gag produced sounds that were muffled and indistinct, hardly likely to be heard from more than ten feet away, let alone the house in the middle of nothing.<br><br>Out of breath from her struggles she was at first relieved to be off his shoulder and sitting with relative ease in his lap.&nbsp; This relief lasted about five seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling his hands cupped over her breasts, the hard bulge pressing against her soft ass and the eyes of the men on her; Hannah doubles her struggles, fighting to get away, kicking at his legs beneath hers.&nbsp; A soft sheen of sweat covering a great deal of her soft olive complexion. <br><br>The feel of the gun barrel against her temple and his quiet words bring her fight to an abrupt halt. <br><br>Her dark eyes hold nothing but panic as she gives her nod, a terrified whimper escaping around the gag.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 03:07:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Very good." Lon said, "I want you to leave that gag on and take your bra off." <br><br>&nbsp;"And when you've done that, I want you to turn around and cross your hands behind you." Lon replied as he gestured with the gun. He untied Bella's hands and stood away from her, still aiming the gun, the other thugs watching...
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 04:23:37</strong>
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				Looking at the other men in the room she pleads desperately with her midnight eyes.&nbsp; Her panicked breathing causing her full round breasts encased in black lace to rise and fall in time.&nbsp; <br><br>As he unties her hands her first response is an almost overwhelming urge to try to grab the gun.&nbsp; Thankfully that moment past quickly as she realized that even should she get possession of it, it wouldn't take long for them to regain it, almost certainly harming her... maybe even killing her in the process.&nbsp; Better to stay awake, alive and let them think she is going along completely..&nbsp; she might find a chance for a clean escape later.&nbsp; <br><br>Trying to calm her labored breathing she reaches behind herself, flipping the little hooks on her bra.&nbsp; The pressure relieved from behind causes it to spring foreward hanging from her shoulders, the material barely covering her.&nbsp; <br><br>In an act of defiance she squares her jaw and her shoulders, thrusting her hands out behind her while keeping the bra straps on her shoulders,&nbsp; the cups over her breasts, her eyes blazing in anger. 
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 04:43:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Bra comes of girl..." Lon said, pulling back the hammer on the gun and keeping it pointed straight at Vella, "Don't think I don't have a compunction against doing it. It'd be a shame to waste a piece of ass like you...but I'll get over it..." 
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 07:41:39</strong>
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				Gritting her teeth around the gag, her dark eyes narrowed and flashing with anger Bella flings the bra from her.&nbsp; She swallows hard as it hits the wall, sliding back behind the couch.&nbsp; She again places her hands behind her back, her back arching.&nbsp; The creamy untanned skin of her breasts almost glowing in the dimmed light of the lonely country house.&nbsp; <br><br>The feel of his hands on her, rebinding her own hands in such an exposed, vulnerable position sends shivers down her spine.&nbsp; Closing her eyes a single tear escapes glittering in the soft light. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 11:14:05</strong>
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				Reaching around she undid the clasp on the bra and let it fall too her elbows. The bra just barely covered her nipples as she turned to give the camera a better shot covering the pretty peach areoles with an arm to keep the bra in place. After she had a good pose she tilted her head towards the camera looking at the man behind the camera with a variant shade of anger and embarrassment. She had never been this naked in front of a lens before, it showed if only because of the look in her eyes. Then as she looked at him there was a sudden recognition in her eyes that sparkled, maddened by a reminiscing thought. This man, the one she looked at had spoken to Bella days before the disappearance. Not only did she remember his voice on the phone calling for her friend but she had seen him talking to Bella at a restaurant not too long ago. Red flags went up everywhere, and her eyes yelled, screamed accusations at him. She knew, yes she knew and if she left this place she would go to everyone she knew with every scrap of information she could think of.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 03:15:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;After Bella was tied up again Lon bent her over the couch, pulling her panties down but leaving them intact he undid his zipper and then cupped his hands over Bella's bared breasts, squeezing and stroking her nipples and then entered her vaginally from behind. He thrust and thrust, feeling her up and even contracting around him until he came to his climax.<br><br>&nbsp;Then James took over, as he ran over his blonde ponytail bounced on his shoulders. He forced Bella face down on an air mattress on the floor and entered her from behind as well. Each man in the room took his turn raping Bella.<br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;The magazine a few days later: Lon noticed the eyes of Haylee on him, the accusatory tone. And with a predatory sense of triumph he realized he could grab her too. It would be fun, having the two of them together would be double the fun. <br><br>&nbsp;"OK, nice shots. Take a break for now. The set will be back online for another shoot in half an hour..." Lon replied. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 18:18:31</strong>
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				Too frightened to struggle, the gun - once cocked, was all it took.&nbsp; She swallowed hard gasping around the gag, trying to breath normally.&nbsp; Knowing in her heart of hearts what was to occur made it near impossible for her to remain still.&nbsp; Struggling however, did no good as first one then another cock slammed hard into not completely, but close to, virginal pussy.&nbsp; Through out the rape Bella cries quietly her tears soaking into the cushions below her face, as her pussy is repeatedly assaulted, sometimes tearing delicate skin.&nbsp; Her lips and walls bruising from the onslaught.&nbsp; The cum of every man present running down her thighs in a slick river.&nbsp; Her only thought now was of escape, alive.&nbsp; The story, the pain, none of it matters.&nbsp; She just wants away.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 04:43:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Let's get her tied up real secure." Lon said. He pulled Bella's panties back into place and tied her ankles together. He tied her bound ankles to her bound wrists, tightened her gag and laid her face down and bare breasted onto the air mattress in the living room.<br><br>&nbsp;The next day dawned bright and early. "Wake up sugarbutt." Lon said and squeezed Bella's ass. <br><br>&nbsp;Later on one of the members said, "Hey, there's some chick named Haylee that's been calling up about setting an interview with us. She also asked something about her hottness right there." the gang member indicated Bella.<br><br>&nbsp;"Rick, take care of setting her up." Lon said, and the squeezed Bella's breast saying, "Looks like you're gonna have some company soon..." 
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 05:38:05</strong>
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				Giving a quiet moan as she wakes, her bonds having held her secure through the night, her body protests the unnatural forced confinement.&nbsp; She opens her dark eyes wide in alarm hearing Lon's words, the callus squeezing of her ass waking her completely, instantly as her sore cramped muscles had not.&nbsp; The sudden, involuntary jerk causing her pussy to protest in earnest following the previous day's marathon pounding.&nbsp; <br><br>Whimpering softly behind the gag, her mouth so dry she likely could not form coherent words had she been able to talk, all she can think is...&nbsp; "it wasn't a dream.&nbsp; Oh sweet god..&nbsp; it wasn't a dream."&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing Haylee's name mentioned Bella was momentarily startled enough to forget to hide her thinking.&nbsp; Her eyes showing a very brief glimmer of panic before she quickly dampens it, closing her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh please Haylee.. don't be this stupid.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; why did you do this?&nbsp; Damn it girl, I told you I was on a story, that I would be out for a few days.&nbsp; Why couldn't you have left it at that?"&nbsp; the silent litany in her head causing her heart and breathing to speed up, her body trembling as the adrenaline surged.&nbsp; Having no ability for fight or flight, all she can do is gasp around the gag in panic, her near nude body quivering on the air mattress as she watches the men go about their morning routines.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 05:48:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"We'll get you showered and washed up before breakfast and then I've gotta do some paperwork." Lon said, "Working from home and everything today, so you'll be there to accompany me for that." <br><br>&nbsp;Lon untied the rope linking Bella's wrists and ankles. A couple other thugs accompanied Lon as they took her to a bathroom that was Spartan. There was a sink, a couple showerheads and a toilet. As Lon walked down the hall, he ran his hands down Bella's buttocks and thighs. <br><br>&nbsp;"I'm gonna untie you in a moment, but no funny business, understand?" Lon said, "You've been compliant, but if you don't follow directions I'm gonna tie you to that ring underneath the shower, that one that's connected to that eyebolt in the wall and leave you under the shower head at full blast COLD for half an hour...nod if you understand..." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 06:44:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching and listening, the only activities she was able to accomplish took up her morning.&nbsp; Lon's casual conversation lending a surreal quality to the ache in her muscles.&nbsp; As he untied the ropes holding her wrists and ankles her body screamed in protest as ligaments and joints relaxed painfully.&nbsp; Whimpers of pain, no longer able to be fully suppressed, escaped her throat as he stands her upright.&nbsp; <br><br>Stumbling a little Bella follows passively down the short hallway into the bathroom, trying desperately to work blood back into her extremities withtout falling face first onto the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Looking up at Lon as he speaks of untying her, she has a moment of sheer joy, blessed freedom.. even if only to be free of the bonds for the time it takes to shower their cum from her thighs... a hot shower, to ease her aching muscles sounded almost too good to be true.&nbsp; The thought of ice water cascading over tormented muscles forced her to nod quickly in response.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 03:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The ropes were removed from Bella's wrists as Lon stood between her and the only exit of the room. "Take your clothes off and shower. There's plenty of soap and shampoo, but not any privacy..." <br><br>&nbsp;"As soon as your done, put your hands in front of you..." Lon held up a pair of handcuffs, "And if you give me no trouble there's some food and drink in it. If not, well you get the picture..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 10:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her wrists unbound Bella pulled the gag from her mouth, coughing a little and licking her parched lips.&nbsp; A glare of defiance in her dark eyes as she rubbed her wrists, raw from her struggles against the ropes.&nbsp; <br><br>"I understand.. yeah,&nbsp; I get the picture.&nbsp; I'm not even remotely stupid." her words, angry, practically spit from her.<br><br>Turning her back on Lon, she removes the lace robe hanging it carefully on the sink, her panties and lacy stockings follow.&nbsp; Where the shoes went was anyone's guess, somewhere in the living room or kitchen she presumed.&nbsp; Not that she actually gave a damn at this point.&nbsp; <br><br>Setting the water temperature to an almost scalding level she steps into the shower intentionally ignoring her audience of one.&nbsp; Turning her face into the spray she opens her lips quenching her thirst as she takes a leisurely shower washing the make up from the photo shoot from her face, washing and fingercombing her thick dark tresses before going on to her battered body.&nbsp; Scrubbing herself till her skin almost ached, she tries to remove the feel of the men's bodies from hers, the dried cum on her thighs and mound coming off far easier.<br><br>Standing in the spray till the water begins to run cool, more as defiance than any real need to continue to wash, Bella turns finally turns off the water reaching for a towel, her back still turned to Lon.&nbsp; Wrapping her body, then reaching for a second towel to turban her thick mane, she finally turns to face him,&nbsp; her eyes glaring as she holds out her hands for the cuffs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 13:37:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lon picked up Bella's lace panties and handcuffed her wrists in front of her before leading her to the kitchen. There was a pitcher of water, a glass and some toast on a plate. "Eat up and afterward you can wear your outfit for the office. I know you reporters normally like office wear..."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Once Bella had finished eating Lon grabbed a shoe box and put it on the table. Inside was a set of flesh colored French cut pantyhose and a pair of stilleto high heels. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 03:30:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling marginally better having bathed and eat, her thirst quenched sits wrapped in the black lace robe, looking into the box and back up to Lon, her expression carefully neutral.<br><br>"I have some idea of what is going on here..&nbsp; other people do too.&nbsp; Otherwise there wouldn't have been a storylead.&nbsp; I wouldn't have been sent.&nbsp; Aside from kidnap and rape, what do you intend to do with me?&nbsp; I think if you wanted me dead I would have been by now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 03:35:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"There's more than that planned. Let's just say quite a few members of Risque have been resigning, quietly and moving overseas..." Lon said, "And any more words from you and breakfast will be canceled. Now put on the clothes in the box...and once you've got the pantyhose and heels on, off comes the robe..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 13:37:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly finishing off her breakfast, keeping her mouth shut otherwise, Bella pushes her plate back from her picking up the box and dumping its contents on the table.&nbsp; It may have seemed callous to some but she knew that staying fed and hydrated would keep her strong for any chance she might have later of getting away from this.. and she was not going to miss it.<br><br>Always careful with her own belongings and conscious of the delicate nature of the material, Bella dresses carefully so as not to snag or rip any of the small pieces.&nbsp; Settling the stilettos on the floor, she steps into them with practiced ease.&nbsp; The black lace robe, though doing little to hide her curves, remained.&nbsp; Her face impassive she turns to look at Lon.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 05:38:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lon tossed her the panties from earlier and as Bella reached over to pull the pantyhose down he said, "Those go in your mouth, bitch..." Lon said, "And the robe comes off too. Now you can either cooperate, or we do this the hard way. I have two of the other men hold you down and I make this a whole lot more unpleasant for you...What's it gonna be?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 06:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glaring at him, her eyes flashing in anger, she yanks off the robe.&nbsp; Bundling it up with the panties she flings the wadded cloth back towards him.&nbsp; Her breasts giving a small sway at the strength of her throw.&nbsp; Bella grinds her teeth, her jaw tight and breathing hard through flaring nostrils, she clenches her fists tightly with a sudden need to at least assert some defiance.&nbsp; <br><br>Yeah, so it may be a bad idea..&nbsp; but hey, she's a New York City girl.&nbsp; He may have the upper hand but she's not willing to completely roll over and play dead.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 06:25:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lon caught the wad. "You had you chance." <br><br>&nbsp;One of the thugs grabbed a hold of Bella and bent her over the table. He grabbed a hold of her nose, pinching it until she was forced to open her mouth. He stuffed the panties in and then taped her mouth closed with several strips of medical tape over her lips. <br><br>&nbsp;He bound Bella's hands behind her back palm to palm and then tied her elbows together. He led her into a room, to a wooden chair beside his desk. He tied her knees and ankles together before placing her in the chair. Her arms go over the back of the wooden chair. He tied a length of rope on her bound hands to the ring at the chair's bottom. More rope is bound around her waist to the chair back and even more rope is used to tie her thighs to the seat of the chair. Her ankles were bound to one leg in the chair, putting her in a faux demure position.<br><br>&nbsp;Lon dragged the chair beside his computer table, where he could reach out and cup Bella's breasts or squeeze her thighs whenever he'd get bored with working. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 11:53:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, it was a stupid move.&nbsp; She should have just done as she was asked but she was pissed off, and when she was pissed off she didn't always do exactly the best things in the world.&nbsp; Struggling against the men holding her, also a stupid move, but one she couldn't seem to help.&nbsp; As they came after her she made to dodge away, they caught her in less than a step.&nbsp; Now, sitting bound tightly to the chair, her head hanging not necessarily in submission, though who knows? Frustration and an belated sense of self preservation coupling to insure she sits quietly, only making a noise or movement when Lon reaches over with a negligent hand to stroke her thigh or play with her breast,&nbsp; much like someone would tussle the ears of a dog.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 10:25:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After the shoot was finished she put her clothing on and took a detour. She wanted to see if there was any trace of her lovely friend Bella. Haylee searched for about ten minutes before passing by a water fountain outside of a dressing room door. Reaching down to the floor she found a small charm from a bracelet and rolled it around in her palm. This was definitely Bell's. Without hesitation Haylee began back towards her dressing room. Pulling out a cell phone she dialed Bell's boss and closed the dressing room door behind her. <br><br><em>Yes I am certain she was here. She hasn't called back yet?</em> The muffled voice gruffly answered on the other end. <em>No, she wouldn't have gone off and not told me. You mean you can't do anything. But I am certain..Okay sure. Fine. I will keep my eyes open.</em><br><br>Growling out loud she threw her phone against the wall and watched it roll to the ground. Keeping a hold of the charm she went and sat down in front of a mirror to pull her hair down. Catching a girl like Haylee, who was already royally frustrated, at a time when she was upset about the disappearance of her best friend would not bode an easy catch for her captors. The long legged lean muscled young woman had learned to be quick on her feet and incredibly observant. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 00:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;(Sorry about the long absense, but I had a combination of moving and a massive case of writer's block.) <br><br>&nbsp;Little did Haylee know that the latte she'd drank had been laced with a slow acting sedative that was even now starting to take effect on her body.<br><br>&nbsp;Lon checked the time on his watch, before the break would be over that Haylee woman would be sedated and unable to resist what was coming to her next. He knew when the drug would take its full effect and when Haylee would pass out and how to bind, gag, and stow the young woman...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 01:55:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Haylee began to feel the effects of the drug she got up, wondering if she wasn't sick. Maybe splashing a little water on her face in the girls bathroom would make her feel a bit better. She took a walk from her dressing room too the hallway and elected to get to the nearest bathroom as quick as possible when her head began to swim. Everything was blurry, her limbs felt heavy. Placing a hand on the wall she tried to balance following a hypnotic yellow brick road. "Somebody help me." Her whisper was barely heard as she began to fall, sliding down the wall and finally passing out. <br><br>(It's quite alright. I understand.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 04:55:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;(OOC: This scene takes place about a few hours or so after Bella's last scene)<br><br>&nbsp;As soon as Haylee was passed out, Lon carried her back to her dressing room before he undressed her down to bra and panties. He reached into his pocket for a rag and grabbed a roll of ducttape. He tore several strips off with his teeth and then stuffed the rag into Haylee's mouth, then sealed it with the tape. He used a length of tape around Haylee's wrists, binding them together behind her back and then he taped her ankles together. He would return to collect her when nightfall would come around. He placed Haylee sitting down inside an unmarked and locked&nbsp; small closet with no windows and nothing inside she could use to free herself.<br><br>&nbsp;He placed a call to the house where some other associates were waiting. "Matt, come collect our next girl at 7:00..."<br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;Meanwhile the thug called Matt was talking on the phone in the room where Bella was tied up and gagged in the wooden chair. He absently groped one of Bella's breasts as he talked, toying with her left nipple with thumb and forefinger, "Yeah," Matt said, nicotine smell coming from his teeth from the half-finished cigarette, "I'll come get her...the hot red-head? No shit? The chick asking questions about our friend here..." <br><br>&nbsp;At the words our friend, Matt pinched Bella's nipple hard, "Looks like you're gonna have come company girl..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 06:31:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening in on the call Bella realizes very quickly that they are talking about Haylee.&nbsp; She closes her eyes to try to keep her tears from escaping down her cheeks.&nbsp; She would not cry,&nbsp; she would not show weakness in front of these brutes.&nbsp; <br><br>The feel of his fingers toying with her nipples making her cringe, wishing she could pull back from his hands.&nbsp; The expertise with which they have tied her left no room for movement and no doubt in her mind that they were experts, they had done this many times before and knew exactly what they were doing.&nbsp; <br><br>A sudden bolt of pain shoots through her breasts as the beast named Matt squeezes hard jolting her out of her inner reverie.&nbsp; Her eyes fly open as she tries to squirm and scream in pain, frustration and anger.&nbsp; The gag successfully preventing much more than a muffled moan from escaping.&nbsp; <br><br>They had her.&nbsp; They had Haylee.&nbsp; And they were bringing her here.&nbsp; Damn it girl!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 06:43:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Matt puts the cell phone away and said, "But during that time we can have some more fun, huh..." He fitted his hands over Bella's breasts and squeezed and twisted and massaged. He straddled her lap, tongue licking her gag and then her neck before the tongue moved to her breasts, down to her nipples, the tongue twisted around the right nipple while the left hand teased the left nipple. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 06:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grimacing, cringing, trying desperately to shrink away from the invading tongue as it works its way around the gag, shuddering when it reaches her neck.&nbsp; A very unintentional whimper escapes around the gag as the saliva coated muscle winds its way down, leaving a shining trail onto her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>Bella's mind is working overtime trying to remove herself from the feel of him sitting in her lap, imprisoned beneath his weight while his tongue and fingers tease and torment her tender nipples.&nbsp; Despite her fear and feelings of disgust her nipples rise to attention, hardening into tight little peaks on her full breasts.&nbsp; Overly sensitized they draw up tight and hard, his saliva coating making them gleam in the dim light.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 07:08:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When both of Bella's nipples were covered in saliva Matt pursed his lips and blew cold air onto the already hard nipples of the bound and gagged reporter. "Lon might've gotten to keep your bra as a souvenir, but I think right at this moment I'm the lucky one, I get to play with those tits of yours right now..." <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Matt tongued Bella's nipples some more and then blew cold air on them and then sucked on one hardened nipple. Afterward he lifted up on one breast, "Wow, the guys were right, these aren't implants..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 07:22:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool breath across the slathered peaks draw her nipples almost painfull tight.&nbsp; Her fierce struggles jolt the chair, jiggling her tormented breasts.&nbsp; Jaw clenched tight, her breath coming in forced bursts through her nose, her eyes narrowed into small slits the only avenue available to her to express her frustration and anger.&nbsp; Frustration at being unable to move, anger .. oddly enough..&nbsp; at anyone thinking her breasts were 'jobs'.&nbsp; For some reason that comment pushed through the fear, pushed through the panic and just pissed her off.&nbsp; An angry scream tears through her throat as she thrashes about in the chair,&nbsp; her long black tresses flinging hard around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 07:38:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Haylee awoke about an hour after she had been bound and gagged. She tried to get free, she wiggled and flailed but her efforts were dimmed by the after effects of the drugs. Already she could guess what had happened to Bella. There was a draft beneath the closet door running over her bare skin. There was a faint light but other then that there was darkness. This was the most frightening experience she had ever suffered through She tried screaming into the gag, nobody was around. Chances were everybody had left sometime after she had been tied up. After a few seconds she finally shook the tie of the gag loose enough to spit it out of her mouth. With a raspy voice and tear stained eyes she began to scream. "Somebody Help me" She had no idea that her captors could be just around the corner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 05:23:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;(OOC: Haylee was still at the studio and hasn't been taken from there yet.)<br><br>&nbsp;"Someone's gotten loose." Lon said as he opened the door. He gagged Haylee again, stuffing a rag into her mouth and then sealing it with multiple strips of duct tape. <br><br>&nbsp;He slung her over his shoulder, running his hand down her buttocks before heading towards the back loading dock where a sedan with an open trunk waited. He put Haylee in the trunk and closed the lid, driving out towards the countryside. He dialed Matt's cellphone and told him, "Matt, we've got a new arrival..."<br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;Meanwhile, back at the room where Bella was tied up, Matt practically salivated at the way Bella's tits were jiggling. "Very nice..." Matt said as he twisted Bella's left nipple and as she shrieked he said, "Let me kiss it and make it better." <br><br>&nbsp;He kissed at the nipple and then sucked on it as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway could be heard. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 06:41:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moaning, trying desperately to keep herself under control, Bella's brain screams in denial as to what was happening to her.&nbsp; Nothing had prepared her for this situation.&nbsp; No amount of briefings before going into a combat zone, no amount of self defense classes or late night bitch sessions, nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>The weight of the man on her lap was slowly turning her legs to tingling hunks of meat hanging off her hips.&nbsp; Even if she were to be able to somehow get herself free, she doubted her legs would hold her long enough to stand, let alone run from the building.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please no, please no, please no" she prayed to herself as Matt continued to feast upon her tits.&nbsp; The sound of the car arriving sent a fresh jolt of fear through her.&nbsp; A whimper of terror escaping around her gag.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 11:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She attempted to roll over and kick him as he came to the closet door but it was no use he was faster and stronger then her. As the gag was pushed into her mouth she began to struggle, even when she was lifted up onto his shoulder she was fighting the best she could. When she was tossed into the trunk she truly began to get frightened she tried to free her hands using the end of a crow bar but only found herself more tangled then before. Haylee was crying by the time the car came to a stop. What did this man want to do with her and where had they taken Bella?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 07:48:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lon stopped the car and popped the trunk, he lifted Haylee out of the vehicle and ran his hands down her buttocks and thighs. He carried Haylee into the room where Bella was bound and gagged and where Matt played with Bella's breasts, using his hands and mouth on them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 10:45:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of the car in the drive followed by the thunk of the trunk closing,&nbsp; footsteps walking toward the house and then finally seeing her..&nbsp; She closes her eyes whimpering at the sight of Haylee&nbsp; flung over Lon's shoulder like so much cat litter in a bag.&nbsp; Not even the man on her lap killing all sensations in her legs and devouring her breasts was this bad,&nbsp; not the gang rape, or the dozen small humiliations.. small by comparisons.. to seeing Haylee trussed up and helpless in their hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 21:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the man pulled her from the trunk she began to struggle. Resistance didn't seem to mean much to him, he easily held her no matter how long she tested him. She hadn't yet seen Bella but for some reason she knew Bella was here that she would be seeing Bella very soon. The sensation of this mans hands all over her body seemed to frighten her more then anything. She couldn't help but fight, try and get away. Everything she did seemed useless, they had her and it didn't matter how long she struggled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 06:19:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Matt got off of Bella's lap, and stood behind her on the chair, mauling her breasts from behind with his hands as he licked her left ear with his tongue.<br><br>&nbsp;Meanwhile, Lon pulled Haylee's panties down and untied her ankles. He bent her over the desk in the room, fitting his left arm over her breasts and undoing his zipper with his right. As soon as he undid the zipper he fitted his hands over her bare breasts and then entered her vaginally from behind, thrusting in and out of her, right where Bella could see Lon raping her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 06:32:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Haylee was brought in Matt moved from her lap so she would have an unrestricted view.&nbsp; Bella know what was to come.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she whimpered softly hearing the sound of flesh slapping flesh.&nbsp; The obscene feel of a fat tongue sliding around her ear and neck with the accompanying hands ravaging her breasts, teasing, pinching, rolling her nipples sends a shudder of revulsion through her body.&nbsp; She tries to turn her head away from the offending tongue, shaking in fear and shame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 07:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beneath the gag Haylee cried out trying to wriggle away from him. She made noises against the gag that sounded like pleas. Each insistent surge of penetration nauseated her to the core. Her wet pussy contracted around his thick throbbing cock each time he forcefully thrust forward pressing her hip bones into the table. Closing her eyes she tried to look away from Bella, ashamed of getting into such a position. She had come here to save Bella, not get kidnapped. Untying her legs and pounding a woman like Haylee while her friend was forced to watch was not a good idea. Haylee wasn't going to relax and let him do this to her, she wasn't going to let them do it to Bella. Stepping her right leg out of her panties she lifted her leg and brought the sharp heel of her shoe down into her attackers left ankle. But it didn't seem like enough to soothe the savage Haylee. Leaning back she grabbed ahold of Lon's penis and began to squeeze. Impulsive to the core Haylee had not thought about what they might do to Bella because of the little outburst. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 04:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Lon stepped away, obviously hurt. Matt shoved Haylee to the floor and pushed her against the ground. He pinned her to the ground as Lon recovered.<br><br>&nbsp;"Very foolish thing to do girl..." Lon said as he recovered and then thrust back into her again, "You just gave me the pleasure of re-entry..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 10:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the scuffle, the sudden disappearance of Matt's tongue from her skin, no matter how welcome seemed ominous.&nbsp; Bella darts a glance over towards the source of the commotion only to see Lon mount Haylee, thrusting hard into her.&nbsp; A groan of fear and revulsion ripped through Bella knowing had it not been for her taking this assignment Haylee would be back at home flirting with all the 'interesting people' as she called them, having the time of her life.&nbsp; Instead she lay face down in the dusty floor being fucked savagely.&nbsp; Oh gods.. what was next?&nbsp; What were they going to do to them?&nbsp; Whimpering softly, a single tear slide down her face as, unable to tear her eyes away,&nbsp; she watched the vicious assault on her friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 02:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;A third man walked into the room just then. He was a wiry fellow with tattoos up and down his arms. "Hey Doll...name's Luke." the man said as he whispered in Bella's ear and took a couple curls of hair between his fingers, "You're just my sort of gal...You'll do perfectly for me." <br><br>&nbsp;He hunched down behind Bella and fitted his hands over both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging hard, occasionally tweaking a nipple or putting a hand between her thighs and fingering her through the sheer flesh colored nylons that sheathed her legs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 06:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering around the gag, Bella's body tried to jerk away from the offended hands, only to be stopped short by the bindings holding her to the chair.&nbsp; Her struggle renewing as she jerks repeatedly, the flesh under the bindings wearing raw and irritated.<br><br>Her eyes going wide rolling wildly, gasing for breath, her nostrils flaring as she tries to gulp air into her lungs.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke untied Bella from the chair, leaving her hands and feet bound as he carried her out of the room towards another room where a four poster bed awaited. He untied Bella's wrists and easily tied one wrist to one post and another wrist to another post. He peeled the pantyhose down her legs and removed the skyscraper heels and tied her legs apart.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"Very nice..." Luke said as her started to finger Bella's sex with two fingers of one hand and fondle her right breast with his other...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 00:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fruitlessly struggling against Luke as he removed her from the chair, her muffled screams barely audible around the gag seemingly embedded in her wide mouth.&nbsp; Her dark eyes flashing in anger and fear, the remains of her tears drying on her cheeks.<br><br>Unable to move, her cries so silenced as to be non-existant Bella could only quiver, whimpering in fear and humiliation as the tattooed man's fingers invaded her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 01:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke moved the hand fondling Bella's right breast to her left, tracing smaller and smaller circles around her nipple. He pinched that nipple just before he moved his two fingers a little deeper between her lips, moving and twisting the fingers inside her vagina and caressing and squeezing her clit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 04:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squirming, writhing in her bonds Bella tries desperately to close her legs to the invasion of his wanton fingers.&nbsp; Her nipples growing, unwillingly, tight and hard as the wiry man taunts her breasts.&nbsp; Her breath coming in ragged gasps around the gag, air forced in and out through her flaring nostrils, her eyes wide in panic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 05:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Someone's getting hot from all this...Your titties are really hard. And they're really nice ones too." Luke said as he added his mouth to the affair. He put his lips onto the right nipple and began to suck on it, curling his tongue around the nipple before moving away and then blowing on it with a cold breath of air. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Simultaneously his fingers moved a bit deeper and from side to side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 06:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning in frustration as Luke continued her assault on her nipples and pussy, Bella's eyes roll back, her eye lashes fluttering against her cheeks.&nbsp; Thrashing her head from side to side whips her hair across her face obscuring her grimace of abject fear and desperation.&nbsp; The tender skin of her pussy lips, the soft velvet lining her core already over sensitive, bruised from the repeated abuses the previous day brings whimpers from deep inside her as he continues his explorations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 04:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The fingering continues and Luke switches his mouth to Bella's left breast, giving the left nipple the same treatment as the right. He pinches her clit with one finger and thumb as he keeps sucking on that left nipple and blowing on it. He sees Bella's breasts hardening and squeezes and kneads the right breast with his free hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 10:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bella's mind was screaming no, but her body cannot help but respond to the assault on her pussy and clit.&nbsp; Her little nub ignores the panic in her brain, growing heavy and engorged.&nbsp; The teasing and thrusts of his fingers bring a new sound from her; a low moan through her gasps for breath, mixing with the wet, sticky sounds of her juices.&nbsp; No matter the humiliation and fear, the insistant, continuous assault on her most tender flesh brings a flush of desire to her cheeks. <br><br>Trying desperately to bring her body back under her own control fails, her resolve fails.&nbsp; The stark terror of being at the mercy of these men lends to the rush of blood through her body, fueling her arousal.&nbsp; "Oh god this cant be happening!" She screams in her mind as her clit throbs slowly, inevitably leading her.&nbsp; A final attempt to close her thighs completely useless.&nbsp; With a raw scream around the gag Bella's body shudders, her clit throbbing hard and fast as her cunt clenches his tight around his fingers, spasms of pleasure shaking the muscles in her belly and thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Wow! Someone's really having a good time!" Luke said as he felt Bella's inner muscles clenching around his fingers. The sound of her obvious pleasure echoed through the room. <br><br>&nbsp;He went to undress in front of Bella, revealing a lean and wiry frame as he mounted the bound and gagged reporter. He kissed over the gag with mock intimacy and began to squeeze and fondle her breasts some more with his hands. Simultaneously he inserted his hardened manhood into Bella, thrusting in and out with the same rhythm he'd used with his fingers... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 23:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes tight, trying desperately to remove herself from the situation by closing off the sense of sight does nothing to dim the feel of his body thrusting into hers, his hands and mouth where none have gone except in loving embrace.<br><br>The sounds of sex; ragged breathing, whimpering in abject degradation, juices and skin slapping against skin echo loud and raw through the nearly empty room, eking out into the rest of the house.&nbsp; The bindings on her arms and legs stretching, rubbing her tender skin as he disregards all, taking her, fucking her hard and deep.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 04:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke kept thrusting into her with a harder and harder rhythm and squeezing her breasts harder and harder. He felt thrust after thrust as he entered her before he began to climax.<br><br>&nbsp;Shortly after he climaxed another man entered. "Hey take her to the entertainment room. But first make sure she stops by the dressing area first. She's gonna provide the guys some entertainment of the risque variety." <br><br>&nbsp;"Gotcha Eric. I'll get her ready..." Luke replied.<br><br>&nbsp;(Would a gagged striptease be OK with you?) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 05:59:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pussy and breasts, her entire body, her very soul seemed to ache from the continuous assault on her psyche and her body.&nbsp; The orgasm may have lubricated her pussy, keeping her from bruising or tearing during the physical rape.&nbsp; It aided in the emotional rape of her being.&nbsp; <br><br>Crying softly as Luke removed the bindings from the bed, Bella barely registers the entrance of the other man or their words.&nbsp; She simply follows numbly, blinking rapidly to clear her vision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 06:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke leads Bella into a room where there are drawers and cabinets full of lingerie and bikinis of various types. "Pick an outfit and put it on. Take some time but be quick about it. We don't want to have your fans waiting too long..."<br><br>Outside the small dressing room is a larger room with a stage, a sound system which is being tested and a stripper pole. "You'll be dancing out there once you've got an outfit going..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 06:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving her captor a look which can best be described as a mixture of "go to hell and keep on going" and&nbsp; "Please NO!" Bella takes a quick furtive glance around the small room looking for any alternate egress.&nbsp; She pads slowly into the room filled with what should be a woman's treasures, now instead just another stop on the ladder to hell.&nbsp; <br><br>Not wishing to actually touch anything, she holds her hands to her face, her arms barely concealing the ample breasts beneath, her back intentionally to those who have destroyed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 06:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is no other way out of the room. Just the way to the stage where several men are now eagerly awaiting their unwilling and gagged stripper to come out for them. "Pick something nice and do something hot out there..." Luke urges. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 06:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Skittering quickly to the furthest corner of the room from prying hands and eyes, with hands finally free, she reaches for the offending gag, working frantically to remove it from her aching jaws.&nbsp; Her back to Luke, her face buried in the corner as her hands dig, yank and remove the gag.&nbsp; Gasping, working her jaw, licking her lips with hands covering her face, her moment of defiance may cost her, but it was worth it for just this moment of heaven., 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 02:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Don't think I didn't see that, bitch." Luke replied, "I was gonna change your gag to something different anyway...but now pick something to wear and I might not use a whole roll of tape on your big wide mouth...Be quick about it." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 02:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes a moment, trying desperately to pretend this was just any ordinary dressing room.&nbsp; She steps back looking at the vast array laid before her.&nbsp; Choosing a set in intricate black lace, thicker, offering more covering than most of the sheer offerings.&nbsp; She quickly steps into the panties, finally having some feeling of security no matter how small, was a blessing.&nbsp; The front closure bra was a little small in the cups but with a bit of fussing Bella managed to settle her ample breasts into them before turning to face her tormentor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 02:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Very nice." Luke said, "Now pick a nice set of heels and turn around to receive your gag...it's color coordinated to match your outfit..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting uncomfortably, she looks through the selection of shoes before finding a pair of black leather heels.&nbsp; <br><br>"where did all these things come from?" Bella asks herself.&nbsp; "They must have been doing this, how long?&nbsp; How long has this been going on?&nbsp; And what has happened to the other girls?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"That's on a need to know basis and you don't need to know." Luke said. He easily grabbed a hold of Bella and pinched her nose to force her to open her mouth. When she did so he put a rubber ball connected to some rubber straps into her mouth and strapped the ball gag in place.<br><br>&nbsp;"OK you. Get out there and dance for those men outside..." Luke herded her to the door to the room with the stripper pole on the stage with the sound system and a dozen or so gang members waiting to see their gagged victim do a sexy dance. He slapped the reporter's ass for emphasis and opened the door. <br><br>&nbsp;The announcement began, "For your entertainment gentlemen the lovely and stunning BELLA..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to fight the insertion of the new gag into her achy jaws, Bella's eyes close a moment blinking back tears.<br><br><br>Stumbling a little at the rough treatment on tall heels, Bella grabs the pole to steady herself as the announcer blares her name.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she straightens looking out at the assembled leering faces. <br><br><br>Closing her eyes, she holds onto the pole swaying her hips slowly, haltingly as fresh tears flow unheeded.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Some heads turned, but not many. "You might wanna liven it up some doll...this is a rough crowd..." One audience member jeered. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Some just liked seeing Bella walking about in her bra and panties and swaying her hips on the pole. She was certainly a hot looker, one of the best looking to come through here of late as a matter of fact...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bowing her forehead to the cold metal of the pole, she holds on, spreading her feet wide, she lowers herself along the pole, then arching her back some as she lets the music guide her movements, slowly rising to her full height, almost mimicking another type of pole riding as she rolls her hips back and forth in a sinuous bump and grind.<br><br>All the while part of her is screaming, "what are you doing?" the other part is screaming louder, "shut up!&nbsp; it may keep you alive!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Several more faces turn and the sound of clapping can be heard. She really looks great getting into the act. "Very hot!" comes one shout.<br><br>&nbsp;"Take it off!" A younger thug shouts.<br><br>&nbsp;"Nah! Let her keep it on for a while...it'll be great watching her strip it off on her own!" another counters. <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ignoring the cat calls, the applause and hoots Bella drifts off into her own world.&nbsp; The world where you dance for yourself at home, just enjoying the music, dancing to work off frustration or anger or just revel in the sheer joy of movement.<br><br>Always keeping at least one hand on the pole,&nbsp; she dances to the loud, thumping almost tribal drumbeat, her lithe, curved body moving sinuously, hips rolling slowly as she works her way around the pole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;More clapping and applause come as Bella dances around the pole. More desires for her to show some skin. But the men seem mesmerized by her act. Her natural beauty is all the more enhanced by the lift of the brassiere she is wearing and the sexy but not too skimpy cut of her panties...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Becoming a bit frenzied her dance continues till the silence echos through the room with the song's end.&nbsp; Looking up from inside her hair, Bella gasps for breath, an embarrassed flush covering her chest, face and neck as she works valiantly to hide behind the pole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 04:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Another song plays. "Come on! Show some skin this time!" comes a shout.<br><br>&nbsp;"Like any strip club." Luke says as he looks at her, "You're on for two songs...and then one of these gentlemen takes you backstage for a 'private dance'..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 05:14:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chewing her lower lip, she nods as the music starts.&nbsp; Hopefully, hopefully,&nbsp; this will be a long song...&nbsp; Shivering with dread she slowly goes back into the dance.&nbsp; Gasping softly for breath,&nbsp; her heart racing, thudding in her chest with enough strength to be seen by any standing close by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 05:40:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Bella's heaving bosom draws many a stare from many of the kidnappers. "Who's getting her first for the private dance?" Luke says. "Put your bids up by the DJ booth and whoever pays the most gets the girl first..." <br><br>&nbsp;"Take it off!" comes a shout.<br><br>&nbsp;"Show us your tits..." another yells. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 05:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The music ending pulls Bella back to her sanctuary behind the pole.&nbsp; Her rounded, wide eyes scanning the crowd as she works feverishly to bring her breathing and heart rate back under control.<br><br>A light sheen of sweat covers her curved body, glints of moisture reflecting the stage lights.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 05:59:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"OK. And the winner of the first private lap dance with Bella is...Tony!" The DJ announced.<br><br>&nbsp;A curly haired and stocky Hispanic man with skin about the same darkness as Bella approached the stage to claim his prize. He led her to the back room in the area where there was a small couch and another guard playing music. Tony sat down in the chair, waiting for Bella to start her lap dance...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:15:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Tony drags Bella off, her eyes shift quickly trying to look for other ways out,&nbsp; a window,&nbsp; a door.. anything.&nbsp; Clothes be damned,&nbsp; if she could get out, she was going.<br><br>Standing next to the seated Tony, Bella tries to pull away, tugging at the private, but not quite private showing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tony roughly pulls Bella onto his lap and squeezes her right breast with a massive hand. "Dance senorita...dance..." he says. "I paid good money for that first lap dance..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a little squeal of pain, a grimace of humiliation, Bella slowly moves her hips, her ass pressed into his lap, rotating in slow lazy circles.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tony fits his hands over Bella's breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as her tight little ass presses against his lap in lazy circles against his hardening manhood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a panicked squeal Bella jerks upright, trying desperately to escape Tony's grasp.&nbsp; The pain on her breasts as she does sending jolts of electric pain seering through her breasts into her brain.&nbsp; Struggling against his hold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:30:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He forces her back onto his lap where he continues to fondle and squeeze her big breasts for all their worth. "You are one very hot woman...I will enjoy having you later..." Tony said. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 06:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bella continues to struggle against the confinement of his hands,&nbsp; trying desperately to scream out her frustration around the gag.&nbsp; Anger rising to the forefront, she slaps repeatedly at his hands, stomping with a spiked heel at his feet.&nbsp; Her hair flying, tangling, sticking to her sweat covered body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 01:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tony wraps one massive leg around Bella's two legs and pins them to his other leg and pins her arms at her side. As revenge he roughly twists Bella's right and left nipples repeatedly. "That was very foolish bitch..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 03:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A muffled scream escapes the gag, a great deal louder than any before as she fights.&nbsp; Pain and anger combine adding volume.&nbsp; Struggling hard against her captor's arms and legs as they encase her tight against his body, Bella whimpers in pain, gasping for breath as Tony continues to torture her nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 04:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony bends Bella over the couch, pulling her panties down and then he undoes his own zipper. He holds her down and enters her vaginally from behind, thrusting fast and hard, still using one hand to twist her nipples and squeeze her breasts hard. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 06:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Tony leans Bella over the couch, she crawls frantically, trying&nbsp; to climb over and away from what she knew was to come.&nbsp; Breath ragged and harsh, her nostrils flaring in her panic to escape, she falls forward, pinned, as he fucks her hard and fast.&nbsp; Her body shaking as she sobs into the couch, her tears soaking into the fabric beneath her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 06:07:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tony keeps at Bella's rape. Pushing into and out of her. "I hear you're a reporter...Is this the 'expose' you're looking for..." he laughs evilly as he keeps raping her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 06:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes tight, Bella's throat raw from the sobs wracking her body, her entire body aching from the release of adrenaline.&nbsp; Wishing desperately to be able to close her ears as well as she closed her eyes, the sounds of the laughter, the slapping skin, the slooshing juices all.. almost more than she can bear.&nbsp; The laughter bringing fresh tears cascading down her cheeks.&nbsp; All she can do,&nbsp; all she can think is.. please... please God.. make it stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 05:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Bella's rape continues as Tony pushes hard into her, still keeping the squeezing on her breasts. He starts thrusting and thrusting until he comes and pulls out of her. "That's for being defiant...puta..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 05:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Curling up on the sofa, Bella cries softly.&nbsp; Her body battered and sore.&nbsp; The latest batch of cum draining slowly out of her bruised lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 00:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Bella is hauled out of the back room by Tony, her panties pulled back into place and shoved into Luke's arms. Luke puts a pair of handcuffs on Bella's wrists, cuffing them in front of her. He leads her to a back room where a chain hangs from the ceiling. He puts her cuffed wrists onto the chain and holds them above her head. The next thing to happen is a spreader bar is put on her ankles, spreading her legs apart. <br><br>&nbsp;Luke holds a pair of nipple clamps, soft ones and undoes Bella's bra. He pushes the garment out of the way and then puts the clamps onto Bella's nipples. He holds up a small remote control connected to the clamps and turns it to its lowest setting. The clamps hum to life, vibrating softly about the intensity of a low grade massager...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 02:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stumbling, struggling to keep herself upright as Tony shoves her into Luke.&nbsp; Trying desperately to keep herself reasonably free does little good as Luke cuffs her, the bar between her ankles and the nipple clamps following quickly.<br><br>As soon as the power was turned on Bella gave a gasp, her eyes going wide.&nbsp; Her tortured breasts and nipples ached, though the massaging action actually felt good.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she hangs her head, her hair draping in front of her covering her face.&nbsp; Please God,&nbsp; please,&nbsp; let this be over soon.&nbsp; She prays silently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 22:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke turned the dial up to the second of eight settings and slapped the sides of Bella's bare breasts. He watches with pleasure as he hears Bella gasp after the vibrations intensify...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:37:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to move, her voice muffled the only expression left to her the panicked look in her eyes as he plays with the controls.&nbsp; The helpless, vulnerable position she is bound, her lack of control over any aspect of her body intensifying the feelings rocketing through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 19:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke smiled evilly as he ramped up the next setting on the dial. The third of eight settings. The thrumming of the soft nipple clamps was now almost audible behind Bella's mmphing and the look in her eyes. His fingers creep down her flat midsection towards her panties as they continue towards her vaginal area...hand creeping down and fingering her sex with a lover's touch through the skimpy garment's thin material...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tortured eyes and the muffled whimpers eking from within the only indicators available to any of the fear and agony gushing through her.&nbsp; Her eyes begging for release see only a demented pleasure within his.&nbsp; No mercy, no regret only continued pleasure with his actions.&nbsp; Bella struggles uselessly, but struggle she does, exhausting herself as his hand travels undaunted to find its own lust fulfilled.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;His inquiring fingers creep around the edges of Bella's panties as his hand moved to the fourth setting on the remote. His fingers teased around the bruised sex in a gentle almost lover-like fashion. He gently caressed Bella's clit as his fingers readied to enter her warm and tight insides...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The turning of the dial brings a quick squeaky gasp through flared nostrils.&nbsp; Fingers gentle but invading send shivers through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shuddering breath and a quiet moan her only response to his caresses as he awakens her clit.&nbsp; Bella slumps in her restraints, her hair falling foreward hiding her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 21:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke slides his fingers inside Bella's insides and feels her inner muscles contracting around the appendages however unwilling. His fingers begin the thrusting rhythms in the same way a lovers might and then he turns the dial again to the fifth setting on the old style analog remote as he hears Bella's squeaks. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 05:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A steady mantra of No's roll through her brain as the clamps on her nipples increase yet again their intensity, Luke's fingers sloshing through her bruised lips, friction once again working against her, as her brain tries valiantly to countermand her body's orders.&nbsp; Her hip twists subtly, bringing his fingers deeper, the clench of her walls around his fingers as automated as any mechanical device.&nbsp; Unable to do anything to prevent it Bella's body responds, heat rising in her breasts, in her core despite the humiliation and the terror running rampant through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 10:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Someone's enjoying this." Luke said. He felt her hips twisting and bringing his probing fingers deeper inside. He increased the intensity setting on the sixth setting. He could feel her acting almost needy to the touching and the turns on the clamps. "I can see you're getting close sweetheart..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 10:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head, trying desperately to deny what her body was doing did nothing to prevent it.&nbsp; The turning of the dial brought shudders racing through her, her nipples tingling, hard and tight.&nbsp; His fingers stroking her fevered cunt and throbbing clit squeezed tight inside her as she gasps, each breath a ragged whimper as she loses body takes control.&nbsp; Hips rolling as much as her bindings will allow, her clit throbbing harder, more intense,&nbsp; her pussy squeezing his fingers in a steady rhythm, drawing his fingers deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 14:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke kept probing a little deeper and to the left and right. He also licked around the outsides of Bella's bared breasts with his tongue before driving it up to the seventh setting. His fingers felt like they were going to be swallowed in and then broken off by the intensity of Bella's contractions around his fingers. He kept the probing going trying not to offend her bruised sex, just going slowly but surely in an almost caressing fashion. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 16:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The caress is what brought her finally.&nbsp; The slow, ponderous, continuous stroke of his hand across her sensitized little nub sent her muscles shaking, her muscles quivering, gasping for breath.&nbsp; The turn of the dial brought real pain shooting through shooting through her nipples, drawn back into her breasts, tumbling unbound through the rest of her body commingling with the also very real pleasure from his fingers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 16:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He could feel Bella's climaxing from both the remote control and his fingering. There was no need to push to that final eighth setting. He turned it to the sixth setting and put the remote down with his free hand and gently slapped the sides of Bella's bare breasts with his hands before pulling the ballgag from her mouth...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping for breath after ragged breath, licking parched lips Bella grimaces as her jaws protest the movement.&nbsp; She hangs her head between bound arms, tears sliding slick down her cheeks.&nbsp; Hair falling about her face stubbornly cling to the sweat on her neck and her tears of shame.<br><br>"Please, please.&nbsp; I wont tell anyone.&nbsp; Please, I wont. I couldn't." With voice barely above a whisper Bella's voice and her will breaks.&nbsp; Shattered and broken, she clings to the bindings.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He held a glass of water before her with a straw in it. "You really must be thirsty...And I'm afraid that's not up to me." Luke said and held the straw close to her mouth, "Better get hydrated. You're gonna have something else in your mouth soon..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:29:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With lips closing desperately on the straw, she draws quickly devouring the offered water.&nbsp; Her heart beating wildly finds no ease in his words though the water does bring some welcome relief.<br><br>"Please, I'll do anything.&nbsp; Just.. please.. get me out of&nbsp; here. I wont ever..&nbsp; ever.. " she swallows hard, tears streaming unbidden from beneath closed lids, eking through her lashes,&nbsp; "I wont ever say or tell anyone that you helped."&nbsp; Bella continues in a rushed, desperate whisper, "Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Well. Again. Not my call. But we'll have some more fun...you won't be gagged." He says and removes the chain that connects her to the ceiling as well as the spreader bar. "On your knees..." <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The release of the chains and bar send Bella without urging to her knees.&nbsp; Muscles and joints aching, she rubs her shoulder with head bowed, leaning forward as she does, covering herself .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:45:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke unzips his trousers. His hardened manhood engorged before Bella's eyes. "Well there was a reason I left you ungagged after giving you that drink of water...time to pay up girl..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 02:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing the unmistakable sound of a zipper, Bella raises her head.&nbsp; Exhausted, broken, her eyes show little but defeat.&nbsp; A slight shake of her head her only response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"It's either that or be gagged again." Luke said. "And this time I'll put more than one rag inside that mouth of yours..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shoulder slump.&nbsp; Bella's eyes fall to the floor before giving a tiny nod.&nbsp; Leaning foreward, just a touch, she opens her mouth waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:17:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Luke places his hardened manhood into Bella's mouth, waiting for her to begin her ministrations...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Risque Magazine (Vella, Mechanical Addiction, and Roleplaying Male) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a bare moment sitting there, unmoving, the rigid cock simply sitting in her mouth Bella closes her lips around it, closing her eyes as she starts to suck, to lick.&nbsp; Trying to remove herself from the situation and pretend this was just a date, trying to pretend in her mind that she was doing this because she was not being forced, that she was not held fearing for her life, for her sanity.&nbsp; Bringing hands to the base of his cock she wrapped them both around it, sucking, licking, sucking.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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