Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)
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				Title: <strong>Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 18:04:27</strong>
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				"Women", Greg Carter muttered angrily and glared at his phone as his now ex-girlfriend hung up on him. <br><br>He ran a hand through his short brown hair, narrowed his green eyes and pocketed the phone. <br><br>One more for his history of bad breakups. Still, at least this one couldn't fairly blame him - he had his problems, he admitted that, but so did she.<br><br>He glanced around the foyer of the college library, shook his head, and stalked out into the evening...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 23:53:36</strong>
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				Claudine Séraphin (http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/286/1240074408873.jpg) sat in the deep cushioned velvet chair, a book in her hand, propped up, a paltry semblance of minding her own business. Really, her eyes were glued to where Greg Carter was standing, growling in to his cellphone pressed hard against his ear. She glowered at him as he flipped the phone and shoved it in to his pants pocket, cursing under his breath before storming away. <br><br>Tossing the book on the table beside the chair, Claudine silently followed behind him, her dress, a sleek black lace item, trimmed with purple, topped with a cup-less corset supporting her healthy bosom, which was concealed by a black lace brazier. Silk sleeves cling to her slender arms as they sway to and fro as her heels clicked on the marble floor. <br><br>Wherever she went, people made note of her. She was a stunning woman, and she was obviously unabashed about her beauty. Who was she? would be whispered by men and women alike as she moved through the steadily dwindling crowd. She was, of course, the vengeful ex-girlfriend of Greg Carter. They had dated for two months about three years ago, when she was but 19 years old, and she was smitten with him. It was a passionate two months. But then she was left on the wayside, notching another point on his bedpost, and was on his way to his next conquest. She had promised to get revenge on him.<br><br>And now, she could. Now she had the power to do whatever she wanted to him, and she knew exactly what she wanted. So, she had changed her body, cast away her old life, all in preparation for this night. Sure, she had been fetching in her old body, but she was nothing... angelic. She had made sure to change that fact, and gifted herself with the elegance of height; the haunting innocence of a round, young face; the lustful body only achievable by the power of a man's night time fantasies; and the real world power and wealth of a new, attractive life.<br><br>Greg would not know who she was until it was to late.<br><br>She had gotten to know Greg over those two months. Combined with her careful ghosting of him for the past three weeks, she was sure he was heading to the local campus bar. He had just broken up with his girlfriend, and would be sleeping alone tonight if he didn't go out and fix that. Her entire plan hinged on him going to that bar. Which was why she had planted the suggestion in his head. <br><br>Subtlety was the key when screwing around with people's minds. She had learned that the hard way. <br><br>Lost in her thoughts, she was holly surprised when she found herself behind the wheel of her car, a sleek, black musclecar from the 70's. She had come in behind Greg, and would be leaving behind him. She had also made a note that he wouldn't notice her following him. How easy it was to play with a man's head.<br><br>Eying Greg, she waited with tangible excitement. He had been partial to the sexy elegance, and had left her for one who dressed much like how she was currently dressed. She had made sure to mold her body to his deepest desires, and was sure, even without her power, that she could easily seduce him in to her bed chamber, where she would give him the last, parting gift of the greatest fuck of his life before she utterly and completely destroyed his life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 01:45:06</strong>
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				As Greg stepped into the bar, his eyes tracked across it. Sarah wasn't here, and neither were any of her friends. Good. None of his friends were here tonight either. That was fine too, he didn't feel like talking...<br><br>Well, maybe to that goth girl he'd seen around campus this semester...<br><br>No. It would be a rebound thing, and he'd done that often enough to know it lead to even more bad breakups. Like that girl three years ago who swore she'd destroy him. Even though he was doing her a favour leaving her.<br><br>Women. He would never understand them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 04:59:31</strong>
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				She had followed practically on Greg's heels, her dress shifting against the floor. Of course, Greg couldn't here that. He couldn't even see her as she moved to sit a few seats down from him at the bar. <br><br>It was time to work her magic, literally. She had already planted the seeds in his mind three weeks ago, when she first arrived at the college at the beginning of the semester. She had made a point to be around him enough that he began to recognize her, and with the foundation of her image in his memory, she tugged and pulled on his little strings, bringing her image to the forefront of his desires, gradually. She didn't want to give him any brain damage.<br><br>And now, with those subtlety placed images of herself in various stages of undress and lewd conduct, she let them all flood his sensations. When he glanced over to her, finally noticing her, he wouldn't see her in her dress, so out of place in the casual bar. He would see her buck naked, her perfect profile giving him every little jolt of excitement it could. Her breasts hanging perfectly from her chest, her round behind pressed against the barstool.<br><br>Only for a second this image would meet him, before hiding within his unconsciousness again, her clothes returning to his eyes. Not that they were any less exciting in their own fashion.<br><br>"Can I help you?" she called, his eyes wandering her body. There was no real vehemence in her voice, rich and deeper than the high pitched fillies of the city. Her's was the hefty, weighted voice of a frenchwoman, distant, only coming out in the moments when she was feeling at home, young. A smile was lighting her round face, her lips glistened very coolly, coloured the very slight pink of fleshier skin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 15:06:10</strong>
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				Well... maybe it was time for a rebound girl. He'd just mentally undressed her completely, and liked what he saw. <br><br>Not that the silk, lace and corset weren't tempting as well, he thought as he blinked and saw her all dolled up again. He wondered what else she might have hanging in her wardrobe.<br><br>"Yeah... maybe you can." Greg made a point of looking her in the eye rather than gazing at her highly tempting chest. "I've just... maybe you can help me understand women a little better, since I seem to be having some problems there." He flashed a self-deprecating smile, hoping she'd find it charming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 21:26:23</strong>
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				Claudine smiled back at Greg. <em>You poor, poor man. You've just sealed your fate.</em><br><br>"Honey, believe me, unless you've got the lady parts, it's a lost cause," she replied to him, her accent hiding again. Getting up from her seat, she moved through the light crowd to the empty stool beside Greg, sitting down, careful not to scrunch her skirt, she smiled again at him. <br><br>"I can give you some pointers, though. A life lesson, though: Never expect free advise. I'd like a rum and coke," she laughed, her accent coming out in her rolling giggle. Placing a hand on Greg's shoulder she patted it lightly. "I'm Manuela," she lied, extending her hand, palm down, waiting for the courtly gesture she would demand from him very shortly. "A pleasure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 00:41:41</strong>
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				He took her hand lightly, smiling, and considered kissing it but thought that might be too corny... but it seemed that was how she was holding her hand, so he brushed it with his lips softly.<br><br>With his other hand, he waved the bartender over. "A... you have a particular rum?" he asked her, turning back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 22:10:14</strong>
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				"Captain Morgan's will be fine," she told the bartender, a punky man in his early thirties. Retrieving her hand from Greg, she was silent until her drink arrived. Greg was watching her discreetly, and she let him get his eye full before turning to him, taking a sip of her drink.<br><br>"I'm a bank of feminine knowledge, Greg, and I'm betting you just broke it off with a girl. So, what do you want to know?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 22:38:30</strong>
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				"Well, since I think we both agreed it wasn't working, why she's so mad now. I didn't do the easy weasel thing and stop calling her, I ended it good and proper, looked her in the eye and everything..."<br><br>He shrugged. "But... I guess that's more her question to answer than yours. So, for you... is the outfit designed to get attention? Because if so, it works." He gave her a half-smile intended to be charming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 23:38:45</strong>
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				"Well, the most obvious error was <em>you</em> breaking it off. Make yourself unlikeable and she'll break it off and feel high and mighty, and you won't have a problem," she mused, the ice clinking against the glass, obscured by the dark amber drink.<br><br>"The fact that a woman feels the need to cover her beauty is ridiculous. I know what I look like, Greg. More importantly, I <em>like</em> what I look like. So I dress like this because I enjoy it," Claudine answered, bringing the rum and coke to her lips. "But thanks for the compliment," she added with a disarming smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 21:03:39</strong>
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				Greg nodded at her first point. "I see your point... kind of evil, though," he chuckled.<br><br>He smirked at the second. "Well, I'm glad you enjoy it... So do I, as a spectator." He took a sip of his beer. "It's an attention-getter."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 03:29:08</strong>
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				"Exactly. All women expect men to be evil little horndogs. You're simply fulfilling her expectations. It isn't pretty, and it isn't noble, but it works," Claudine replied as she finished her drink, putting the empty glass down, shifting to face Greg fully, leaning against the bar with her elbow. <br><br>"I get that a lot. In fact, I've come to expect that kind of reaction," she added, smirking lightly. "So you're going to have to do better than that if you want to get anywhere with this conversation."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 14:27:55</strong>
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				He smirked in response to hers. "Well, I'm just making idle chitchat, as well as... being an evil little horndog," he chuckled. "But I've seen you around, and I am always impressed by how you look. I can't imagine it's all very comfortable, though..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 19:50:59</strong>
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				"Oh? And why is that? It simply keeps my body's shape. It does not crush in my waist to force me in to an hourglass... Nothing digs in to make obscured beauty. Why would it be uncomfortable?" she asked, waving down the bartender to get another drink.<br><br>"And don't tell me you're here for idle chit-chat. The minute you saw me, you knew what you wanted. I'm not stupid nor naive. You're a horndog, and I excite you," she continued, as if it was a natural extension of their conversation. "Now, I'll say it again. If you want to get <em>anywhere</em> with this, aside from a pleasant conversation, you'll have to do better then telling me what I already know."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 17:09:41</strong>
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				He raised his eyebrows slightly as she claimed that the corset fitted her natural shape. That, he wanted to see for himself...<br><br>"Well then... since you're talking to me, that means my interest at least amuses you, hopefully flatters you, and with any luck you're interested as well." he smirked. "Or, failing that, you're scoring a few drinks on my account in exchange for letting me ogle you, which I might have done anyway if you hadn't approached. Which proves you're smart, most likely smarter than I am."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 22:32:13</strong>
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				She cracked a grin at Greg for a moment, her hand rapping the lacquer bar. Shifting in her seat slightly, she pondered his words, his taller frame giving him an excellent line-of-sight down her cleavage. "Regardless I'm getting free booze. Anything else is tertiary," she smirked, her eyes glinting in the smokey bar. "And... the interest isn't completely one-sided. You've got quite dazzling eyes."<br><br>"Quick quiz: What do you do when you meet a girl in a bar, dressed to impress, who's said she's interested in you?" she asked, sliding off the stool to stand in front of him, her breasts at roughly eye level. "Exactly. You do nothing, you let her do it all," she added before she wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him forward, pressing her soft lips against his in an enigmatically intense kiss. She made sure that her body was within a hair's breadth of Greg's, her free hand grabbing his and placing it on her flared hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 03:48:36</strong>
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				His eyebrows rose in surprise at the kiss, but he closed his eyes and joined in with due enthusiasm, tasting her rum-sprinkled tongue with his own, sliding his fingers across her hip, his other hand moving to her back, pressing lightly into the leather of her corset.<br><br>"Well, normally I don't quite let her make every move..." He leaned in again to restart the kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:10:33</strong>
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				She smiled in to the kiss, pushing her body against his own, her breasts pillowing against his chest as she sat down, straddling his thigh, molding her body against his as best she could. When he broke away from the kiss, she grinned evily at him, his face an inch away from her own. She could smell his booze-spiced breath and she quite liked it. It reminded her of that brief point in time before he had tossed her aside.<br><br>She accepted the second kiss with more fervor, grasping the back of his head, pulling them closer together. She hissed, biting his lower lip as her nipples hardened, pressing against his chest. <br><br>"Greg, my place or yours?" she breathed, using her mental powers to prod him to suggest her own place.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:19:34</strong>
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				"Yours," he decided without a second thought. He assumed it would be close - she couldn't walk very far in those heels - and he'd be able to escape rather than having to throw her out if things went sour.<br><br>This agreed, he kissed her again, his hand sliding from her hip to her thigh, tracing the hem of her skirt and the beginning of the stockings she wore with it.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:30:02</strong>
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				"Perfect," she purred, tracing the line of his jaw before kissing him again, grasping his wandering hand and guiding it under her skirt to her ass, clad in very tiny shear lace panties. She could feel his erection slowly growing in his pants, rubbing it with her leg as she scooted closer to him.<br><br>"Do you like that? It's nice, isn't it? Firm, round, and a good handful. I bet you can't <em>wait</em> to see your cock sandwiched between my luscious ass," she teased, whispering in to his ear, before standing up, pulling him with her. "Come on, then," she whined as she led him out to the parking lot, where her car waited. She realized then that he had a car as well, and she had to quickly make him 'forget' about it. <br><br>Getting in the driver's seat, she waited for him to join her. "Here's the deal. It's a ten minute drive. During that time, I expect at least one orgasm. Figure out the details yourself, but it's happening," she ordered steely. Pulling up her skirt so it was bunched around her waist, showing him her garter belt, stockings and panties.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 04:55:24</strong>
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				He could do little bit smile dirtily and follow her as she lead him to the car.<br><br>He smirked as she demanded an orgasm. "Yes ma'am... but I hope there's a Stop sign somewhere, I don't wanna drive you off the road."<br><br>With that, he slid a hand between her thighs, caressing her soft flesh, and started to kiss and gently suck on her earlobe.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:03:01</strong>
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				"One more thing," she muttered as she pressed her crotch against Greg's exploring hand. Reaching behind her back, she found the clasp to her bra and unhooked it, letting gravity work to push it off her chest. They were perfect specimens, large enough to take more than one hand to cover, with just enough sag to show they were 100% natural. "That's better," she commented, before peeling out of the drive way at break neck speed, one of her hands landing on Greg's crotch, rubbing the growing erection through his pants as his own hand slipped under her panties to play with her quickly moistening pussy.<br><br>"Going to need to work harder than that, Greg," she breathed heavily, loving the feel of his teeth on her ear and his hand on her cunt.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:18:18</strong>
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				"Well, like I say," he breathed in her ear, "I don't want to cause an accident." He smirked, then kissed her cheek, along her jaw, down onto her neck. As he did, he shifted with her hands, his own fingers moving up to stroke the moistness between her thighs.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:26:10</strong>
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				"Mmm, don't worry about that, I'm a great driver," Claudine replied, her hand undoing Greg's belt, zipping his fly down before slipping her hand inside his underwear to play with his cock, still not completely hard. <br><br>"Ohh, that's the spot," she groaned when his fingers grazed against her clit, still hiding in its hood. "Work there," she guided, wishing she could use her hand on the wheel to guide his fingers. She was in no mood for teasing, she wanted a good orgasm and she wanted one now.<br><br>"But you're never going to make it in time working like that," she commented. "Did I mention the penalty for loosing? You go home horny and unsatisfied. So get <em>going.</em>" 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 05:34:55</strong>
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				"Mnnn, yes <em>ma'am</em>," he murmured, licking her shoulderblade. <br><br>His fingers slid inside her and began massaging her from within, as his thumb rubbed lightly at the underside of her clitoris. He would rather be using his manhood for that, but that would surely follow...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 00:03:21</strong>
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				Her pussy seemed to practically grab Greg's fingers as he inserted them, hissing as his thumb rubbed against her now exposed clit. "Good man," she husked as she fished his cock out from his underwear, jerking it, her thumb rubbing the exposed head. "Tell me what you want to do with this. Do you want to shove it down my throat? Do you want to pry it in my cunt? Do you want to shove it in my ass? Slip it between my tits? You get me off, and you can do all of that."<br><br>Biting her lip, she strained her hips against Greg's hand, which was now slipping a third finger in to her cunt. She was becoming very wet, her nether-hair, trimmed and cropped began to glisten with beads of her arousal as Greg's fingers found it easier and easier to enter her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 03:47:30</strong>
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				"I want it inside you... all the way..." he groaned as his manhood spasmed under her touch, starting to moisten itself, as he slid his little finger inside her, his thumb still roving over her clitoris skilfully.<br><br>His other hand cupped one of her breasts, stroking her hard nipple, as his lips and teeth traced the side of her throat.<br><br>He stretched and flexed his fingers inside her, willing her towards release.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 07:26:38</strong>
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				She smiled inwardly as her thumb became slick with pre-cum, and she began to stroke him more thoroughly, mimicking in a way his movements in her snatch, equally moistening as she was brought closer to orgasm.<br><br>She hissed when her breast was cupped, grinning as she focused on her throat. She suddenly moaned as his fingers grazed her G-spot, squeezing her thighs together to trap his hand and increase the pressure. "Your doing good," she husked as she flew through the suburb streets, devoid of cars at this time of night. The houses were becoming more and more luxurious, with wider swaths of land surrounding them, Greg noticed. It made sense. She dressed rich and extravagant, why wouldn't she live it?<br><br>"Two more minutes, Greg. You're cutting it awfully close," she jeered, yelping as his thumb roughly passed her clit as he spread his fingers in her cunt, making her feel much more full.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 04:27:28</strong>
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				He did just about notice the lights thinning out and the shadows of trees... this must be someone's spoiled little princess. Oh well, he'd have to jog a bit to get to a main road if he had to make a quick exit.<br><br>"Want to make it worth your wait," he said, his thumb shifting on her clitoris as his fingers went deeper into her, urging her on to orgasm as she did the same to him. He wasn't about to lose this race...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:04:58</strong>
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				He was certainly doing a good job. Her breathing was ragged and uncontrolled as she flexed her thighs, her hand on Greg's cock jerking him hard and fast, twisting her wrist around, flicking her thumb over his head. They had just crested a hill, and as it winded around a bend, Claudine's house appeared. A great Elizabethan Mansion in the vain of old England, it sat on top of a large hill, it'd upper stories peaking out through the ever green trees that choked the long winding road up to the front. It was literally seconds before they would be parked in the underground lot.<br><br>Seconds to spare, as just as they broke the belt of evergreen, she felt Greg slipped in his fourth finger, stretching her cunt. His thumb twitching against her clit, his nail grazing it, just hard enough to excite her and cause her to cum. His fingers were suddenly coated in her juice as she shuddered, her pussy clenching and pulling on his fingers in a vain attempt to milk them. Her own had suddenly shifted on his cock, her fingers playing with his cock head.<br><br>Groaning as her orgasm subsided, she heard Greg gasp, his hips bucking lightly as his cock shot a was of cum in the air just as Claudine squealed in to her parking spot and dove down, catching the glob of jiz mid air and engulfing his cock, pushing in to her throat as she swallowed his shaft. She mewed around his cock as he emptied his sack in to her throat, painting her tonsils white as she swooned at the taste of his cum. It's magic was raw, powerful, and she now controlled him. She had his seed in side her. She could control him much more intimately now. He wouldn't run. He would feel to enamoured to Claudine.<br><br>Which was what she now did. She tied his feelings of lust and excitement for her and infused it with the budding seeds of worship and admiration. Not love. She knew he wasn't capable of love. He was, however, capable of worship. He would be hers to play with as she made him giver her entire body his seed. It was important that that happened. He needed to cum in her pussy and ass for her magic to have the power over his body she required. She was not worried. She would ensure he was virile enough to produce the seed, and willing enough to expel it inside her. <br><br>Breaking the seal of her lips around his cock and pulled back. Swallowing audibly the cum in her mouth. "Good job, Greg," she whispered as she pulled Greg's hand from her snatch, looking at the nectar slick on his fingers and smiling before dragging her tongue along, tasting her juice and groaning. She couldn't wait to taste Greg, when all was done and finished. <br><br>"Well, let's get inside," she added, dropping his hand and getting out of the car, leaving her bra as she shivered with arousal as the stiff cool air painted her nipples hard. Sliding up beside Greg, she hooked her arm around his waist, leading him up the main stairwell to the tall oak doors. Opening them with greased ease, she led him in to the main foyer. Grand, dark wood walls layered with thick drapes and paintings from every century, with a great marble stairway crawling down both walls to meet beside the door. <br><br>"We'll start in the lounge, before moving up to the shower, before going to my room," she told him, strangely serious for the situation. It was clear she wouldn't take any lip for this. "You'll cum in my ass and pussy in the lounge and my ass and pussy in the shower," she stated. <em>And you'll be eating it out of me in the bedroom, you soon-to-be bottle-slut.</em> "For the bedroom, you'll be given the reins," she added. "Think you can handle it?"<br><br>"So to the lounge," she smiled, pulling him along through the main hallway to a large, red room. Low backed couches, a pool table, incredible theater system and everything else you would need to entertain yourself. Any harder look at the furniture would show you that it was designed... strangely. It formed perfectly for fucking.<br><br>Leaving Greg's side, Claudine turned, facing him. Bending at the waist, she pulled her panties off, soaked with her juices. Her tits swayed as she did so, and she looked up smiling at Greg. Standing up, she quickly unfastened her corset. Tossing it on the floor, it was apparent that it really didn't increase her curves. Completely nude except for her stockings and garter, she grinned, pulling him over with her beckoning finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 05:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg stumbled along behind her, barely registering his surroundings as he followed her perfect backside, his erection swinging loose out of his unbuttoned trousers, as slick as his hand was where he had managed to please her. He was very glad to have managed it as well... and she wanted more? Well, he was willing to show her a thing or two.<br><br>He took a step towards her as she beckoned. "Come on then... twice here to begin with..." He put his hands on her soft, warm bottom and splayed his legs to slide himself inside her, not even thinking of wearing a condom or trying for a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 00:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as he grabbed her ass and pulled her on to his cock, her pussy squelching as it was pried open by his girth. She mewed as he pushed in, only getting around half of his cock in side her in the current position they were in. Wrapping her arms around Greg's neck, she bit her lip in anticipation as she suddenly hopped up, wrapping her legs around Greg's ass as she forced herself on to the rest of his cock, tearing through her tightness until she sat at his base.<br><br>She hadn't had a cock in side her in a long time. After Greg, she pretty much swore off men, turning away from her attraction to men and fueling her attraction to women. They were after all the fairer sex. She had come up with the plan to seduce and enslave Greg when her need for a man began affecting her. <br><br>Grinning at Greg as she got used to the thickness, she began grinding her pelvis against him, stirring his cock around in her pussy, gripping and sliding around in side of her. "Shit, you've got such a dick," she husked against his ear. "It's like I'm going to split in half."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 15:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You better not... I have a whole lot more planned for you," he grinned as he reached up to massage her breasts while thrusting inside her, feeling close to coming already. She did want him to do it twice here, but he wanted her to orgasm with the first as well. After that trick in the car, he wanted to make her beg for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 23:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not <em>that</em> great," she hissed as she felt his cock slide against her walls as he began bucking in to her. She tensed her legs around his ass as she pulled him in to her more, humming in pleasure as she pushed herself against his cock, grinding against him as he thrust in side her. <br><br>She was quickly loosing the carefully crafted cool about her as her pleasure began to cloud her senses. Soft whimpers escaped her as Greg's cock plugged her deep. Her orgasm was quickly building in side her as she latched her teeth on to Greg's neck, nibbling at it as she cried out as she came.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 01:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg smiled triumphantly as he made her come before he spasmed and came inside her.<br><br>"Want more?" he asked teasingly, feeling like he could go on forever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 01:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claudine shuddered as she juiced around Greg's cock, staining his jeans. Humping madly against his cock as she rode out her orgasm, squealing when she felt Greg cum inside her, his cock spurting against her, painting her walls. The magic was potent in him. The swell of energy flooded them both, Greg, being virgin to the experience, would just assume it was part of their climax. Claudine knew otherwise. <br><br>He was hers. She had his very essence in side her now. She could do whatever she wanted from this point on. Having him fuck her more was simply for her own enjoyment.<br><br>"Oh, I'd love more," she husked, sliding off of Greg's still hard cock, and pulling him over to a low-backed sofa. Pulling her down on top of him, she relished the feel of his bigger body pinning her down. Shifting her pelvis, she hooked her legs around his ass, and pressed the tip of his cock against her ass. "All the way in. Treat me rough, fuck me hard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 01:49:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever you want," he said with relish, and slid deep into her. This one would let him do anything he wanted to her, and he believed he could make her beg for more. Any worries he might normally have - not least the risk of disease or pregnancy, because this wasn't the girl of girl you bring him to mother - didn't even occur to him as he took her until he came again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 02:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her ass pulled Greg's cock in as he fucked her, way more tight than her cunt. <br><br>"That's what I'm talking about!" she sighed as she rolled her hips against him, twisting his thick cock insider her hot ass. She giggled lightly as she felt his balls slap against her ass as he sped up, breathing heavily as he pushed her legs back against her shoulders, prying her open for his cock. He treated her like a casual slut. <br><br>Her hand was busy plugging her cunt as Greg fucked her ass, her fingers dragging against her walls and playing with her clit as she came, her ass clenching around Greg's cock, locking him in. She grinned inwardly, knowing his deep-seated misogynist center was shining in all its vulgar glory as he dumped another load of hot jizz in her ass. <br><br>It was the final key. She had planned to fuck him more, but her head was pounding with the power that she held in her claw, all his energy subsiding from him as he grew weak on top of her. Finally, as his last bout of life-energy seep out of him with his final burst of jizz, and he collapsed on top of her, dead to the world.<br><br>It was then that she grinned, truly, for the first time. Her heart was filled with bitter intent as she pushed Greg off of her, his cock deflating in her ass, his jizz spilling out of her as she stood, his seed leaking down her thighs. "Oh Greg, this is too sweet," she smiled, kneeling in front of him, looking at his wet cock laying across his stomach.<br><br>Getting up, she hoisted his body easily over her shoulder, and turned away, moving like a cat through the house, passing through a secret door in the wall-fresco of her bedroom. It was there that she would turn him.<br><br>Placing Greg on the flat table, she left him, his arms and legs locked in, a great metal band stretching over his waist. The room in particular was completely bare, with obsidian walls and ceiling, a dark gold floor. The large marble slab he was on was decorated with old runes of power, and a thousand different incense and flower pedals were arrayed out around him.<br><br>When next Greg woke, he would be a changed man. Well, no, he'd be a woman. <br><br>(((OOC: So, next time you post, would be Greg waking up to find he's a chick, or well along the way to being a chick.)))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 02:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg's eyes opened. He was cold, somewhere he didn't recognise, and he could feel his insides churning like he was hungry enough to set his stomach rumbling, about to be sick and close to needing to excrete all at once. And as he tried to sit up, he felt something press down on him, and numb cramps in his arms and legs as well.<br><br>"Wh-what...'s hap... where am I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're in my house, Greg. As for what's happening, that requires a more complicated answer. One I'm not going to give you," Claudine said from somewhere to Greg's right. "Just know that this is revenge, you selfish, misogynist cunt!" she spat, appearing over Greg. She was nude, except for a gaggle of jewelery on her body, necklaces wrapping around her neck, her nipples were pierced, and a gold chain hung between them, latched to her on either end. They seemed to glow, despite the lack of sufficient light.<br><br><em>"Magrida lament, socretia lumina. Yulloli tamling shokan sheero!"</em> she chanted, her bangles glowing as Greg felt sudden and horrid changes to his very essence. He could see, if he strained, the shriveling husk that was once his cock dry out and fall off, before an incredible searing pain light his crotch as his insides were twisted and torn, searing as his balls crawled inside him. After ten minutes of agony, it was finally over. <br><br>"How does it feel, Greg?" Claudine jeered, leaning down to whisper in to his ear. "How do you like having a cunt? How does it feel to know you'll never plug a juicy pussy with your cock ever again?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:12:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wh-what did I do to you?" he asked, desperately, feeling his guts twisting... his balls pulling in as if cold... "What are you doing?!"<br><br>Then he felt something slide out and off him, and watched in dumbstruck horror. "N-no..."<br><br>He shuddered, staring up at her in pain and fear. "Wh-why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:21:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What did you do to me?" she yelled, slashing her hand across his cheek, her nails biting in to his flesh. "You fucked me, pretended you loved me, then left me in the fucking <em>gutter!</em>"<br><br>Suddenly completely silent, she steadied her breathing. "Claudine Seraphin, you probably don't remember me. But I remember you, Greg. I remember you..."<br><br>Walking down to where his legs were spread eagle, she laughed at the weird cunt starring at her. It was muscular, really like a man with a cunt. "That isn't very pretty..." she commented, leaning forward, inhaling deeply. "But it smells <em>so</em> good!"<br><br>Sliding her hand along his thigh, she teased his new lips, prying to fingers in his cunt, playing around. Suddenly, all pain was gone. Now there was only tingling pleasure. "It's irreversible, Greg. You're stuck with this whole in you. You'll be a freak, if you leave now.<br><br>"But I can finish the process. I can make you beautiful, and you'll be considered normal. A beautiful, sexy, fuckable slut. You can live with me, in this beautiful house. I'll treat you like a princess. I'll pamper your pretty pink pussy, and love you gingerly. I'll treat you like you should have treated me!" she suddenly yelled, grabbing his clit and pinching hard, making him cry in pain.<br><br>"You'll also need a new name..." she suddenly, commented, insightful. "Any ideas, Greg? A new name for a new lady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I - I remember. And, and I'm sorry... I thought I was doing what was best for..."<br><br>He trailed off as she touched him. It felt as good as the gentlest strokes inside his foreskin once it was moist, but as large as a skilled hand on the length of his penis... his lost penis.<br><br>"Make me... what? I - " He let out a scream as she pinched, feeling his eyes water.<br><br>"I... I don't... please, Claudine... I'm sorry. I was young, I was... stupid... nnngh... let me go..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"'Best for' my ass! You just wanted to get rid of me! This is payback!" Claudine cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. <br><br>"Leave? You want to leave? Alright, you can go. Go live a life as a freak show! A boy with a cunt! How priceless!" she yelled hysterically. Leaving for a second, she returned with a digital camera, setting it up at his feet, catching his crotch and face in the shot.<br><br>"Just remember that this is going all over the University if you do decide to leave. And to your friends, parents, relatives, half-cousins, third cousins..." she said triumphantly, crossing her arms over her ample chest.<br><br>"So... <em>do you have a name for yourself?</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing her tears, he tried to appeal to her. "Claudine... please... this doesn't have to go any further. Please, forgive me. If... if you take me to a hospital, I'm sure..."<br><br>But she wasn't listening. He lay back, in tears himself now, knowing his life was over.<br><br>"I... I don't know. Let me go. I'll live like this. Whatever you want..."<br><br>But he knew she wanted him to agree. And much as he wanted to get away, he found himself mumbling "R-Rachel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 03:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rachel? A pretty name," she sighed, smiling sweetly at Greg. "But you aren't going free, Rachel. You signed your life away when you threw me aside." <br><br>She had started massaging Greg's pussy again, her hand diligently working the cunt, super-sensitive from the recent change. "But it isn't a complete loss, Rachel. Feel how good this is? Feel how it's like to be finger fucked. You got me to have a threesome a few times, you remember how much fun I had with the girls? It's beautiful fun, Rachel."<br><br>Her thumb was playing with Greg's clit now, working hard to make him cum. If he could be flooded with pleasure, it would make her mental suggestions much easier. "Tell me what you want to look like, Rachel. Do you want big tits? You seem to love mine. Tell me, and I'll make it happen." Her words were laden with magic as she worked him to climax, smiling as he shuddered, her words breaking him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no," he moaned, his fear still holding his arousal in check. "Not too... too big," he sighed as he felt her penetrate him, and tried to deny the desire for more. <br><br>His fingers clenched and reached out as he tried to touch himself, to guide her skilled hands to bring him to orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's too big, Rachel? E cup? D cup? You have to be specific," she cooed, leaning forward at that and trapping Greg's clit in her mouth, humming around his button as she drew him to orgasm. <br><br>"And what about your ass? Your waist? Bottle type? Or do you want some meat to those bones?" she asked crawling on top of Greg, straddling his hips, sitting over him where, if it was there, his cock would be sinking in to her snatch. "I want to make you pretty and happy, Rachel. Tell me what you want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 04:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned helplessly as she spurred him to orgasm, a shock passing through him at its intensity. <br><br>"You... know what I like," he moaned as she mounted him. He wished he could penetrate her... or that she would penetrate him again.<br><br>She did know what he liked - she had turned herself into a perfect example. A beautiful face, a gently curvaceous figure, long legs and kinky dress sense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're right, I do know what you like..." she smiled, looking down at Greg. "Then, let's get to it."<br><br>Getting off of Greg, she grinned down at him, taking out a red marker, and began drawing what looked like a plastic surgeon's marks all over his body, with strange runes all over him. <br><br>"You want to know what I look like? Here (http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/4798/1238998156616.jpg)," she said, placing a hand on his brow, an image of his future self flooding his senses. Images of Claudine wrapped around Greg also flooded him, heightening his arousal and breaking his resolve.<br><br>"Do you like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped and moaned, arousal and fear mingling, confused and frightened and wanting her all at once.<br><br>"Yes," he gasped. "Yes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 00:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good! Then let it be!" she cried, their voices mixing in a swirl of chaos, whipping wind rushing around them, tossing her necklaces, flapping against her breasts, raising heavily as she breathed deeply. A great orb of light appeared over the marble slab that Greg lay on, sending long shadows that warped and solidified into the silhouette of a beautiful woman, with full, round breasts, a slender tapered waist with flared hips and round, firm ass cheeks. <br><br>The shadow saw the table, Greg bound to the table, the runes on his skin burning him, attracting the phantom shadow. Seeing these rooms, the silhouette crawled on to Greg, running it's hand along his skin, dipping in to his pussy, playing with him as it lay on top of him, face to face, as it embraced him in a seething kiss, shattering moments later into black smoke, suffocating the room. The light then flickered out, and a horrible sound echoed in the room as Greg's body rearranged itself, the shadow breaking bones and fixing them, ripping excess muscle and fat from his body until he was a sufficient weight. <br><br>And when it was over, and the shadow cleared, Rachel was laying on the table, panting, coated in sweat. She was so beautiful. Her breasts stood proudly in the air, not yielding to gravity, and her entire body screamed sensuality and elegance. The perfect cherry to top it off was the absolute agony frozen on Rachel's face. <br><br>"Oh, I am so sorry Rachel. Here, let me make it better," she cooed, leaning down, running the flat of her tongue along Rachel's beautiful bare snatch, shuddering. "Ohhh, you are delicious," she breathed, burying her tongue in to the new girl's snatch, munching on the virgin pussy vigorously, her own hands playing with her swollen nipples and wet cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 03:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg tried to pull free, tried to close his eyes and mouth to the icy cold shadow and burning smoke as it entered him through every orifice. He screamed uncontrollably, the scream rising in pitch to a perfect soprano before he finally fell back, onto a swollen, tender bottom.<br><br>He could feel weights on his chest as well, and long dark hair fell before his eyes and tugged at his tingling scalp. He tried to draw a breath...<br><br>And then Claudine's tongue penetrated him, making him shiver with orgasmic pleasure as he felt her hands playing with his soft chest... his... breasts?<br><br>He strained to move and look down... and saw a beautiful body. Claudine crawled over it, licking and caressing until he felt a shuddering orgasm. And another, and another.<br><br>Shock, pain and undeniable arousal merged and he - <em>she</em> fainted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 03:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachel would wake to the feel of silk sheets enveloping her body, laying on top of Claudine, their pussies resting against each other, Rachel using Claudine's heavy tits as a pillow. <br><br>Claudine gently stroked Rachel's new velvety smooth hair, playing with the girl's lips, tracing her gentle new features lovingly.<br><br>"Wake up, dear," she whispered, shifting her crotch to catch Rachel's bare pussy against hers, gyrating her hips to arouse her new toy. <br><br>She would be powerless to attack or disobey Claudine with the change still new.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark eyes framed by long lashes fluttered open, and the girl looked down, confused.<br><br>"Wh-where am I?" she murmured in a soft, sweet voice. "You... nnn..." she moaned softly as she felt herself being stimulated. "What have you... done to me? I feel so strange..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 00:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're in your new home, dearest Rachel," Claudine whispered in to the girl's ear, smiling as she traced her lips along the girl's gentle jaw. Claudine shifted her body, sliding out from under Rachel, moving so she lay on top of the new girl, her breasts pressing against Rachel's. "And I've just made you beautiful," she purred, before suddenly sitting up, straddling Rachel's hips. <br><br>"And this is just the beginning. You're a damn virgin now, Rachel. We'll have to fix that, tonight. We'll go out, find a man, maybe more, bring them back here, and they'll fuck you and use you," Claudine growled, grabbing Rachel's nipple and twisting painfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet Revenge (Beatrice Black and Marlow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:38:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" The girl's eyes widened and she looked down at herself in shock, not wanting to believe what she saw, what she felt.<br><br>Then she writhed and cried out in pain as Claudine pinched her sensitive nipple. "Stop! Please! You... you've done enough. Let me go..."
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