Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory & Tom)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Tom on 09-04-2010, 14:42:22</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 14:42:22</strong>
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				Bond stumbled into the hotel bar, bruised and battered. He had been chasing some bad guys. Or maybe they had chased him. Anyway, two of them had ended up dead and the third escaped. 007 cringed when he sat down. A couple of ribs were probably broken. His tux was burnt here and tehre after the car blew up not far away from him. His ears were still ringing. There was soot and bruises and blood on his face. Yet, his mixture of distinguished elegance and raw manliness kept his composure from faltering completely.<br><br>"Vodka martini, shaken not stirred." Bond ordered his drink without even looking at the bartender, which was unusual since she was a rather attractive young woman. He was going to have to report to M with this. And he would have to tell Q branch that the car was destroyed. <br><br>Fuck, those guys had died violently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 18:39:25</strong>
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				The night had seemed rather dead with a few of the usual bar flies hanging about and she had just refused service to at least to of them. Who swore at her and then left, which didn't bother them as she knew they would be back the next day to apologize. The door open with a tinkle and she was about to say Good Evening when her voice trailed off. This person that was a character and it looked like he had been through a fight and a fire but she didn't say anything about it, although she was still concerned. Getting his Vodka Martini, she set it down in front of him. Her green eyes searching his face as she wondered if she should ask or would he be one of the ones that would snap at her for no reason but take it out on someone. <br><br>"Are you okay sir?" She asked as she moved a strand of her red hair out of her face as she waited for his answer. Although he could say that he was fine, she knew that there was no way he could be fine but it depened on how he said it was weather or not she would care. Her mind was trying to figure out what had happened but what she was thinking in her head, seemed so unlikely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 11:15:58</strong>
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				Bond swallowed the drink fast. "Another."<br><br>Only then did he look over at her. Redhead with green eyes. Charming, almost irrisistable. The slamming of a door behind him, made him reach for his gun, but the gun was gone and there wasn't any real danger. He had lost the gun when he had hung from that rope and those guys had pounded him with the board. He had strangled one of them with the rope afterwards.<br><br>"I'm fine. Another."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 05:28:02</strong>
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				Making him another one, which he had downed just as fast. Hearing the door slammed, she watched him jump and she wondered if someone was after him, but she doubted that he would tell her. Her eyes flicked down to his hand as she recoized the movment, he had been reaching for a gun and from the motion, she knew that he didn't have one but he seemed to be a person who was use to having a gun on him. <br><br>Rolling her eyes when he said that he was fine, as she knew he wasn't. Going to get him another one, she sat it down in front of him. "You should slow down on theses, sir." She told him as he really didn't want to haul a drunk out of this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 14:21:46</strong>
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				"Don't worry." Bond replied. "I'm a trained professional."<br><br>He sat the last emtpy glass on the bar, wiping his mouth and getting some blood on his hand. Bond checked his watch; a model that looked like an expensive business wristwatch, but in reality was a Q-branch gadget. The hotel was quieting down and this bar would soon be closing.<br><br>"Are you busy tonight?" Bond asked. "You're not planning to go home to your empty apartment, are you?" His instinct told him that the girl wasn't taken. "No. You will come up to my room instead." his steely blue eyes looked into her green ones; radiating authority and danger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 19:32:01</strong>
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				Amber did know that she should worried about, even he was a so called 'trained professional,' whatever that ment. Watching him empty the glass, she noted that he smeared blood across his cheek and she went to grab a napkin for him. Setting it down in front of him, she heard what he said. At first, she was confused and her green eyes flicked to his blue ones as she wondered if he heard him correctly. <br><br>Did he just give her an order? The tone of voice had told her that much. "I don't know who you think you are sir, but I'm not going anywhere with you." She told him with a glare as she stepped away from him as she hoped that he would leave soon after. The bar crowd was dwindling down and it would be soon time to close up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 14:33:32</strong>
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				Bond looked at her again with those steely blue eyes. "My room number is 502." He paused. "..You need it for the tab."<br><br>He wiped himself with the napkin. "What's your name, girl?" He squinted and read her name tag. "Well, Amber. I'm heading to my suite for a shower. You know where to find me once you've locked up here." <br><br>He rose from the bar stool and pushed the last glass over the counter. There weren't many women he couldn't seduce with his wits and charm, but after the ordeal he had been through this night, he just wasn't in the mood. If she wanted some fun, she'd come. If not, he could probably do with a good night's sleep.<br><br>With that, he headed into the elevators, never looking back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 07:48:40</strong>
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				Amber watched him leave as she wrote his room number down for the tab, her mind going back to what he said. He seemed to think that she was going to come up to his room tonight, which she defently wasn't. Fixing a few more drinks for the rest of them, she turned to watch the t.v., her mind not really on it as kept flicking back to that guy. How long had it been since she had any fun? It was hard to answer as she couldn't think of it, although she felt honor that he was hitting on her. A bad feeling in her stomach kept her from following that path.<br><br>Soon the bar was empty and she started to close up, her mind still thinking about him and it was annoying her. Well it wouldn't hurt to go have a little fun. Heading to the elevtor,she pushed the botton for the fifth floor. Taking a short ride up five floors, she felt it stop and the doors opening. Flicking a strand of red hair out of her face as she stepped out into a hallway as she made her way down it. Finding room 502, she gave a knock as she waited.<br><br>"What am I doing here." She muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 11:25:34</strong>
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				Bond opened the door and stepped back. He seemed to come right out of the shower; with wet hair and skin and just a towel wrapped around his hips. He was bulging with muscle, but also marked by pale scars that could only have come from knives and bullet wounds. On top of that were the fresh bruises from tonight.<br><br>He poured himself a drink from a minuature bottle, and another one for Amber. "You can drink now that you're off work, huh?" He held out one of the glasses, but she'd have to step closer to take it.<br><br>He was staying in one of the Hotel's finer suites. It was large and luxurious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 21:24:50</strong>
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				Amber hadn't expected him to open the door in a towel or still soaking wet from the shower. Her eyes picked out the scars of years passed and the freash bruises. What had he gotten himself into that would cause him to have so many. Looking down at the glass, she stepped closer to him as she took it. "Yes I can." She said as she flicked her eyes around the room. This was one of the nicer suites and she wondered what kind of money had and also if she should be here at all. <br><br>Taking a drink of it, she felt it burn down her throat. As she wasn't really a drinker she would have to make sure that she didn't drink to much.<br><br>"What do you do anyway?" She asked as she turned her head to look at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 12:42:11</strong>
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				Bond twisted a light switch, dimming the lights a little. He swallowed half his drink in one gulp. "Universal exports. Sometimes our customers put up a little too much resistance." He pulled the drapes and made sure the door was locked. Then he moved over to Amber, standing quite close in front of her.<br><br>He stood still like this for a long moment, looking into her eyes. Then he put his arms on her hips and pulled her tight; faces all close. He kissed her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 20:52:36</strong>
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				Amber was about to ask what he ment by that when he felt his arms on her hips and then being drawn closer to him. "Wha..." She started to ask but she was silence when she felt his lips against hers. Her eyes widen as she hadn't expected him to kiss her like this breaking the kiss, she put her hands on his arms<br><br>"Your going to fast." She told him as she didn't like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 13:04:22</strong>
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				Bond didn't respond. Instead he brought his glass to his lips and gulped down the other half of his drink. "Come." he said, ignoring her protests. He took her hand and dragged her towards the big king-sized bed. When they were close, he pushed her down on it and ripped off the towel from his hips. His cock was semi-hard; long and thick with bulging veins going along the lenght.<br><br>"Don't worry. This won't be fast at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 20:30:41</strong>
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				"Hey..wait." She trailed off as she felt him hold on her hands and literally drag her to the bed. Feeling herself being pushed down,she flicked her gaze up to him as she felt her back hit the bed. Her eyes widen as he removed her towel and she slowly started to back away from him. What was wrong with him? Was he going to force himself on her?<br><br>"Wait." She said to him as she held her hands out in front of her as if she was trying to defend herself from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 12:30:45</strong>
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				Bond didn't pause, but he seemed to listen to what the girl had to say. He put his hands on her knees and moved his hands upwars over her thighs and around her hips, until he found the edge of her panties. It seemed her presumed that she really wanted this to happen, and there was no reason to delay, or that he was somehow above the law and could get away with anything he wished.<br><br>He started tugging the panties down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:23:25</strong>
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				Amber's body tensed as she felt his hands go up her thighs ending at her hips. Thinking that he was going to stop, she relaxed alittle that was until she felt her panties being tugged down. Her hands locked on to his as she tried to pull them off of her. "Don't." She begged at him as she looked into his eyes telling him to stop as she thought he was going to fast. If he was a gentleman as he seemed, he wouldn't forced her to do this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 09:50:04</strong>
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				Bond was a mess of anger, fear and lust. The things he had gone through tonight was enough to drive any man insane. This was his job.<br><br>He looked at the girl, knowing he could have seduced her slowly. They always fell for his charm, didn't they? But right now he didn't want to bother with all the flirtation and the slow seduction. He just needed to vent. Bond let go of her panties with one hand, keeping the other in place. Then he slapped her cheek hard.<br><br>"I've killed four men just tonight, love. I think you better shut up." He moved the hand between her legs, cupping her pussy through her panties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 18:37:42</strong>
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				The slap against her cheek took Amber by surprised and caused her head to snap to the side. Her mind trying to figure out if he did what she just thought he did, but the stinging in her cheeks told her just that. Also did he just say he killed four men tonight, would that mean he would also kill her? Her hand went down to lock against his wrist as she attempted to pull his hand away from him. A glare shot up to his face as she started to struggle. <br><br>"You can't do this to me." She snapped at him at him. He had no right to treat her like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 13:47:07</strong>
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				Bond roughly fingered the girl's pussy through her panties. "I can do anything I bloody well like." Her strength was no match to her. He could just about ignore her hands around his wrists.<br><br>He grabbed the flimsy fabric and yanked hard, ripping the underwear off Amber. "If you can't shut up, I'm going to have to make you." He grabbed her hair by the neck and yanked her head to a position right in front of his hard cock. It was long and thick; massive with bulging veins running along the length.<br><br>Still holding her by her hair, Bond started rubbing his cock into her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:32:58</strong>
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				Gasping out in pain as felt his fingers being to rough between her legs, her hands fighting against him as she tried to push him off of her, but he was stronger then she was. <br><br>Her eyes widen as she heard her panties being ripped off and her eyes flicked up to his face and what she saw there was no mercy, nothing at all. A yelp of pain passed her lips as she felt her head forced back, her eyes looking up at his memeber. Biting down on her lip, she shook her head.<br><br>Her head started to back up as she tried to move away from his member, even if it ment ripping a few strands of her hair out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 13:58:38</strong>
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				Bond almost lost his grip on the girl's neck, and renewed it. His other hand moved to her cheeks, fingers pressing her lips into a forced pucker. "You can fight all you fucking want. I don't give a damn. If it makes you feel better having put up some resistance, then by all means go ahead."<br><br>He slapped her cheek with his hand again, then rubbed his cock over her nose and mouth and slapped her across the cheeks with it. He ground his balls over her face while reaching down to squeeze hard on one of her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 19:29:01</strong>
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				Her head snapped to the side again from the force of the smack as she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes glared up at him as she knew that there was no way to get out of this. Feeling him against her face again, she gave a disgusted look as she wasn't going to open her mouth and thus giving him a chance to push into it.<br><br>Her hand went up to push his balls away when she felt him squeeze hard on her breast, causing her to yelp in pain from the feeling, her mouth opening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 14:29:08</strong>
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				Bond pushed his hard cock in between the girl's lips, angling it to the side at first to make a big bulge on the side of her cheek. He squeezed the soft breast again, then slapped it. "Be a good girl now and suck my cock."<br><br>He thrust his hard shaft into her mouth, along the length of her tongue, then pulled it back out. The British agent spat in the girl's face and smeared the saliva over her soft skin with his big cock.<br><br>Finally he forced her mouth open again and pushed his throbbing cock inside; fucking her mouth quite roughly. He pulled harder at her hair and whispered. "Suck it. Cocksucking slut. Fucking whore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:30:44</strong>
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				When his memeber entered her mouth, she started to struggle as she felt as she tired to push him away from her and out of her mouth. Jumping at the slap, she shook her head giving a muffled no as she didn't want to suck on him at all. <br><br>Her face wrinkled up in disgust as she felt his spit on his face and she started to struggle harder against. "Let me go." She demanded as she turned her head to get the feeling of his cock away from his face. <br><br>Her mouth being forced open again, she felt him inside her mouth and his rough movements. Causing her to gag and gasp for air, a yelp of pain passed her lips as tears came to her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 13:00:26</strong>
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				Bond kept at it for a long time, fucking her mouth until she was too tired of fighting and struggling. To the point where she'd just suck him to get it over with so she could get a chance to breathe and relax what would be an aching jaw. He paused only once in a while to pull at the hair in her neck, and drag her face close to his own, squeezing her cheeks and spit insults into her eyes or slap her again.<br><br>Finally, he pushed her down on the bed and turned his attention to her breasts, making sure they were fully exposed before he started slapping them too, as well as tweaking and pullling on her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 22:25:28</strong>
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				Feeling the bed against her back, she looked up at him with a fearful gaze as she knew that there is now way to stop him from doing this to her. Her jaw ached and she was gasping for breath, pain stung her cheeks causing tears stream down faster. Yelping in pain as she felt his hands against her breasts, slapping, tweaking and pulling on her nipples.<br><br>Her hands went to grip his wrist as she tried to pull his hands off of them. "Please stop. Don't do this." She begged as she had come up here for some fun, but not this kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 13:54:55</strong>
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				Bond leaned in and sucked on the hardened nipples. He didn't care if they were hard because they were exposed to slaps and friction or if she was getting aroused. This was only about filling his own needs. <br><br>He had always been a gentle lover. Not that he couldn't get playful and rough when it was all mutual. But he had always made sure to please his partners. Now, everything he did was for his own sake. <br><br>Flipping the girl over on her belly was too easy. He smacked his hands down on her round ass and kneaded and spanked it, while his wet cock slid along her upper thighs. "I'm going to fuck you. Then I'm going to fuck you again. And again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:51:52</strong>
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				Her nipples were indee hard, but it wasn't because she was aroused it was all the slapping he had been doing to her. It seemed that all her begs and pleas were falling on deaf ears as it seemed that he was going to take her weather she liked it or not.<br><br>Being flipped on her belly, her eyes wide as she felt his memeber against his thigh and heard what he said. So he wasn't going to just do it to her once and leave her, he was going to keep doing it. "No." She groaned out as she struggled to move away from him. There had to be some way to get away from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 12:04:54</strong>
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				James twisted the girl's arms on her beck, giving her a jolt of pain each time she struggled more. His other hand slapped her ass again. He spread her legs with his own knees and put his hand right on her bare pussy, cupping it and feeling it. He used fingers to part her outer lips and slide along her inner folds. "Oh yes. You better believe it."<br><br>He found her entrance and started pushing a finger inside her. Then another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 06:23:40</strong>
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				With her arms being twisted, she gave a yelp of pain as she stopped struggling. As she didn't want to end up breaking her arms because of him. When he touched her pussy, her body tensed and the feeling but as she couldn't move all she could do was lay there and take it. <br><br>A whimper passed her lips as his fingers pushed inside of her. "Get out of there." She squirmed but the pain in her arms forced her to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 11:04:41</strong>
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				He started fucking her with the two fingers, faster and fast. His hand and arm slapped against her bare bottom, sending ripples across the soft flesh. He didn't care if she was aroused for real or hated every second of it, but Bond was confident that her pussy would provide ample lubrication if she wanted to or not.<br><br>He pulled the fingers out and tasted them. Then he fingered her pussy roughly and shoved them back inside her. His hard cock was throbbing against her thigh, long and thick with bulging veins running along the length.<br><br>Bond spread her pussylips and moved to start grinding his hard shaft over her bared folds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 21:34:53</strong>
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				Biting her lips, she layed against the bed, her eyes wide in fright. Although her body was getting aroused, her mind was trying to fight against him. It seemed the time for talking and begging was over with as he was going to take her anyway. When he pulled his fingers out, she thought that was it and he was going to take her. <br><br>She was wrong as he forced his fingers back in her roughly as she gave a yelp of pain as her legs kicked. Her body squirmed slightly. She could feel his member throb against her legs.<br><br>When he started to grind against her, her legs kicked as she tried to move forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 14:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a few hard thrusts, Bond rammed his hard cock into the girl's pussy. It didn't matter if she squirmed and kicked or not. He was very strong and knew how to immobilize someone. When his cock was buried fully, he leaned down and kissed her neck, before he started fucking her. He kept a moderate pace at first, letting her pussy stretch fully over his big, hard cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 07:28:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A gasp of pain passed her lips as she felt him ram inside of her, she tried to shift her hands so she could get him out of his reach but it seemed like she wasn't having any luck. Feeling his lips against her neck, her body tensed as she looked back at him. Her eyes slitted into a glare, before widening as she felt him move inside of her. She was streatched over him and she had to bite her lip to make sure that nothing came out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 10:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James Bond fucked the girl good and hard. The alcohol in his system did little to decrease his ability, on the contrary, it just enhanced his stamina. He upped the pace a few times, then slowed again. He angled some of his thrusts and strokes differently a few times. When he changed the position of his hands, he'd give that round ass a few hard slaps or pull her hair.<br><br>Sometimes, he'd whisper something, almost inaudible. Crude curses and derogatory slurs. <em>Slut. Cunt. Whore</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 03:59:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No matter how long she held anything in, she didn't last long as she moaned out, her eyes closing as she hated the fact she was enjoying it. When he shifted in her body, he hit a spot that drove her, unwillingly, wild. "Stop it..." She begged as she heard those words and she shook her head as she wasn't any of those.<br><br>Slumping against the bed, she wondered if she just played dead that he would get his fill and stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 12:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bond registere the fact that the girl moaned. She was probably cursing herself for letting her body betray her like this. Betrayal was nothing new to the double-o agent.<br><br>He kept pounding into her, doing more of the things that seemed to affect the girl the most. Amy? Amber? It didn't matter. He didn't care what her name was.<br><br>Tugging harder on the hair in her neck, he pulled her head back and kissed the spot below her ear. He moved one hand underneath her to cup a breast and knead it firmly; letting the nipple play between his fingers, pinching it a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 07:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he tugged at her hair, she gave a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure as he pounded into her. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she looked back at him. Another unwilling moan passed her lips as he hit that spot again and she squirmed under him as her hands gripped the bed infront of her. <br><br>When he pinched her nipple, a whimper passed her lips as she fought against him. "No more please." She begged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 13:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shut the bloody hell up." Bond did the opposite and increased the pace and intensity of his fucking even more; slamming into her in a wild fury. Then he suddenly pulled out and put both hands on the girl's hair to pull her up and towards him. He shoved his cock back into her mouth, face-fucking her with his shaft that was coated with her own juices. He pressed his cock deep, not caring much if she gagged on it
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 08:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber's eyes widen as she felt him move faster inside of her and she bit down on her lip to keep any noise from escaping. When he pulled out of her, she let out a gasp and thought that he was done with her, but it didn't seem to be the case as a yelp of pain passed her lips as her head was pulled back from her hair. When his member entered her mouth and it starting to go deeper in her mouth. She gave a gagging sound as she tired to push him out of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 12:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bond pushed on, fucking the girl's mouth roughly; at times angling his cock so that he made a large bulge on the side of her cheek instead of pushing his way down her throat. Eventually, his cock was coated with slime and saliva and he smeared it over her face before he pulled her around again. He rammed his cock into her pussy with a single long thrust and fucked her hard and fast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 09:24:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All Amber could do was sit there and take it as she couldn't move away from him at all. When he finally left her mouth, she had to pant and cough to get the feeling of it out of her mouth. Fear coursed through her body as he turned her around and before she could fight him off, he was inside of her again and a painful gasp passed her lips as he started to take her hard and fast. It seemed words were usless now and she slumped against the bed as her body went dead as she decided to let him do this to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 11:59:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bond pushed the girl's knees up to her chin, then aside as he pumped her. He pulled his cock out momentarily and slapped her pussy with it, before pushing it back inside her depths. The next time he pulled it out, Bond was climaxing. He sent cum splattering down on the girl, spraying over her breasts and face while he groaned through his clenched teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:41:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alison felt her knees being pushed up against her chin and then pushed to the side as she felt him contuine to pump inside of her. She gave no emotion and when she climaxed, she bit down on her lip to keep a moan from coming out. Feeling something wet and warm hit her body, she shivered at the feeling as she tired to move away from it. Her eyes closed, as she felt it hit her face and she relaxed against the bed hoping that he would be done with her. Slowly she started to try and crawl away from him. "No more please." She begged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 12:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bond stood again, wiping the tip of his cock on her thigh. The shaft was still glistening with the girl's sexual juices. He moved to the bar and poured himself another vodka. "Would you like one?"<br><br>He watched her crawl while he lit himself a cigarette. "I'm going to fuck you again in a little while."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:47:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling herself over, she sat on the bed and looked at him as he moved toward the bar. When he asked her if she wanted one, she shook her head. All she wanted was to get out of here before he had a chance to get to her again. Her breaths came in pants as she was trying to catch it. <br><br>"No your not." She told him in a gasp as she glared at him. There had to be a way out of her but how far would she get before he grabbed her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 10:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bond sat down in the chair, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other. His gun was on the table next to him. He looked at her and the door, and back again. "You can try to run if you want to. You won't make it." <br><br>Sitting naked like this, his muscular body was glistening with perspiration. The scars were quite visible as well. "Why don't you give me a sensual dance instead." He looked at the gun to emphasize his point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 20:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving him a glare, she slowly moved off the bed and made sure that she was far enough away from him, but she knew that all he had to do was grab her and she would be at his mercy again. When he asked for a dance, she flicked her eyes toward his gun at the sametime he did. Fear coursed through her body as she thought that he was going to kill her, but she thought that she would rather die then to do a dance for him. <br><br>"No." She told him stubbornly as she backed up and found herself against the wall. "I'm not doing that for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well." Bond said, sniffing, and exhaling smoke. "I'll fuck you in the ass instead."<br><br>He rose from his chair and emptied his glass, putting it down and extinguishing the cigarette in it. The deadly agent moved over to the girl, standing over her with a lack of any expression on his face. "Bottoms up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body flatten herself against the wall as he stood up and slowly, she slowly slide down the wall and sat down on the floor. Looking at him, fear coursed through her body as she sat there. "Don't touch me." She said to him trying not to have the fear show in her voice but it was there anyway. <br><br>"I'm not going to let you." She snapped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And how were you planning to stop me?" He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her up and dragging her across the floor before dropping her again. It didn't seem like he was going to bother using the bed this time around.<br><br>He looked over his shoulder for something, and seemed to find what he needed. Opening his case that lay on the table, he produced a roll of strong tape.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaken, not stirred (FlaminGlory &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FlaminGlory</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 08:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber grabbed his hands as he picked her up by her hair and he dragged her across the room before dropping her. Her eyes flicked up to him as she watched him go to the table and draw out the tape. That was it, standing up, she stood away from him. Spying the bathroom, she could possible get there before he grabbed her and she made a dash toward it. Her hand reached for the door knob as she opened the door and entered inside. Closing the door behind her and locking it. Stepping away from it, she knew that it would be only a matter of time before he forced the door open again.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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