stairc and quitefancy
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				Title: <strong>stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 10:50:23</strong>
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				Willow squinted her eyes and tugged a pair of sunglasses from her book bag, shoving them onto her nose. They hid angry green eyes and she sighed with the relief they brought her from the glaring sun. The contrast between her darkened classroom and the courtyard outside was a shock to her system.<br>Really, perhaps she should think more carefully about her upcoming homework assignments so that she didn’t have to pull all-nighters anymore. It was becoming seriously detrimental to her ability to focus in class.<br><br>Thinking on it, which was something she didn’t care much to do, she hadn’t slept in over 42 hours. She was more than exhausted by that point, and about ready to skip her afternoon classes and bunker down in her dorm room. That would only make for more missed work however, which would probably have to be made up with yet another all-nighter. A vicious cycle. <br><br>She started for the small coffee stand, just the smell of it making her perk up very slightly.<br>"A coffee, please. Black," she requested quietly of the woman manning the cart. She was most likely used to students who were in desperate need of coffee and seemed to think nothing of Willow’s rather zombie-like appearance.<br><br>Once she had her coffee, Willow dumped a bit of sugar into it and took a taste. Perfect. Just bitter enough to properly perk her up. She felt a very slight headache begin to come on as the caffeine pulsed through her veins, but knew it would dissipate shortly.<br>Heading back out into the courtyard, she closed her eyes, just for a moment, and then plopped down onto the grass. The sunlight seemed beautiful now and she wanted nothing more than to bask in its glow. The courtyard was empty now, as responsible students made their respective ways to class. She couldn’t bring herself to get up however and in fact, took the liberty of sprawling out on the grass, letting her rich red curls fan out around her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 09:14:52</strong>
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				Darrin stepped out into courtyard, sunshine gleaming in his golden hair. Another day, another bit of fun had. Oh, true it had gone a bit worse when that damned junior had talked back to him, but the poor girl had certainly learned her lesson now. She'd begged for his cock by the end of it, begged him until she was hoarse. He licked his lips just thinking about it.<br><br>He stumbled slightly as he walked into someone's show. His eyes came down to see a girl, sprawled out on the grass, a cascade of rich, ruby hair pooling into a halo around her tired eyes.<br><br>"Wake up girl." He murmured. "Someone could step on you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:48:13</strong>
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				Willow felt his presence before he spoke. A slight tingle went down her spine and she found herself annoyed that someone was invading her space. She was jerked out of her quiet reverie when he spoke, her eyes popping open in surprise. <br><br>"Oh no," she hissed sharply to herself, sitting upright quickly. She could sense, of course, what he was. It was the same scent that came from her father, although far less familiar. <br><br>"Right, I'll just get to class then," she said, hastily gathering her things together so that she could excuse herself from the situation before anything potentially bad happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 01:11:40</strong>
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				He smiled at her as she sat up. She was attractive... Shockingly attractive. "Wait." He said firmly, the subtle power of the command rippling out through the mid-morning air. "If you're that tired you should rest a bit." He patted the bench as he sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:09:25</strong>
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				Willow gritted her teeth when he issued the order, feeling obedience ripple through her body. She was only too pleased now to move towards him and take the seat next to him on the bench. "Sorry. I just stayed up too late and I got caught up with laying down. But I should still probably go to class," she said, even while stifling a yawn. "Shouldn't you be in class too?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:13:20</strong>
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				His eyes sparkled as he saw her obey him, so completely and utterly. Interesting. Perhaps she was a true submissive underneath that innocent exterior. "I should." He chuckled. "But I choose not to be." He moved closer to her, cupping her cheek. "I'd much rather be with a beautiful girl. Like you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:21:47</strong>
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				Willow looked almost in awe as he leaned forward to cup her cheek, apparently shocked that he had called her beautiful. She flushed pink and her eyes darted away, focusing somewhere over his shoulder. It would be too hard at that moment to look him in the eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:27:46</strong>
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				He restrained a laugh at her pink blush. She was like a lost little lamb, an innocent little puppy for him to train. And there was something about her, almost like a smell, a perfume perhaps? Regardless, he found himself drawn to her, licking his lips.<br><br>"What's your name, angel?" He murmured, an arm sliding along her waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:53:37</strong>
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				It seemed that he knew just the things to say to make her smile. A niggling voice in the back of her mind said that his words had nothing to do with it, but she ignored that voice. <br><br>"Willow. I'm Willow," she offered, her eyes focused on his lips for a few moments then darting back up to his eyes. Her own tongue poked out to moisten her lips and she smiled. "What's yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:56:37</strong>
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				"They call me Darrin." He murmured, his fingers stoking her long, fiery hair. "At least... That's what the girls tend to scream out when I'm with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:05:58</strong>
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				Willow's mouth momentarily formed a little O of surprise, then she laughed. She was sure she should be embarassed that he was talking about sex so openly like that, but mostly she found herself oddly jealous that other girls had been with him. It made no logical sense, since she hardly knew the boy, but she felt it all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:11:24</strong>
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				"Lovely laugh." He whispered, his hand climbing up higher and higher, slipping under her shirt. "I think you'd sound good screaming my name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:16:52</strong>
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				Willow looked down when his hand slipped under her shirt, thinking for a brief moment that she really ought to push it away. She looked up at him, looking not at all shocked by his words. "Do you?" She wasn't quite sure what else to say. She'd never screamed aboys name before, and certainly not during sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:21:19</strong>
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				"Yes." His eyes gleamed as his hand climbed higher. "I do"<br><br>He squeezed her breast. Hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:27:49</strong>
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				Willow jerked in shock, moistness springing to her eyes as a result of the sting of pain. Quickly, she glanced around, then pushed herself closer against him so she could better hide that he was touching her breast. "Someone might see," she murmured in a shaky voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:36:25</strong>
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				He chuckled at that. The girl was like putty in his hands. "Let me worry about that." He murmured as his fingers slipped under her bra, teasing her nipple. Then his eyes locked on hers.<br><br>"Tell me you want to be my pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:43:27</strong>
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				"I want to," she said, sounding very sincere. Her voice was pleading and it was clear she wanted to please him. She tilted her head to the side slightly, offering him her neck. She'd seen her mother do this countless times, as the neck was the source of the pheromones that had attracted Darrin to her, but now it just seemed natural. "I want to be your pet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:51:59</strong>
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				His eyes widened at that. Now that was not what he'd expected her to say. A blushing refusal perhaps, a stutter, but this? This willing submission? Something was wrong.<br><br>He took a deep breath, drinking in her scent. Or else so terribly right. But that was insane.<br><br>"Lay back and show me your breasts." He growled. Might as well test her, test the limits of her attraction, so he knew where to begin breaking her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:07:21</strong>
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				Willow looked up at him from under hooded eyes, clearly uncertain. Every fiber of her being was screaming for her to lay back as he'd instructed, but some part of her knew that it would be a stupid thing to do and that really, she didn't want to. <br><br>Regardless, she laid back on the hard bench, gripped the bottom of her shirt with white knuckles and pulled it up, dragging her bra along with it. A few tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes even as she felt pleased for having followed his instructions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:17:09</strong>
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				A smile flashed across his handsome features. "Obedient little girl aren't you?" He chuckled, stroking her hair. There were tears trickling down her cheeks. Was she afraid of him? She should be... But then why not scream?<br><br>He could sense the weakness in her, whatever it was, and couldn't let it go... No matter how much sense it might make. He had to do this, had to dominate her... Had to make her degrade herself before him.<br><br>He snapped a picture of her on his phone, her beautiful breast splaying in the warm air. "Silly of you, showing yourself to anyone who asks." He smirked. "Now I want you to be a good girl and do whatever I say, otherwise I'll be showing this picture to everyone." His eyes flashed.<br><br>"Lick your nipples if you understand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:26:34</strong>
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				She squeezed her eyes shut when she saw him lift his phone, feeling absolutely mortified. Someone might see! It was entirely possible that he might show the entire school that picture, and she knew that there was nothing she could do. <br><br>Willow started to nod before he issued another command. Without much pause, she gathered her full breasts into either hand and lifted them, bringing her mouth to meet halfway and poking her tongue out to lap against her nipples lightly. <br><br>"Please, I'll do anything," she offered in a low voice. "We can go to my room, I promise we can do anything. Someone might see, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:30:49</strong>
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				His smile widened. He'd think it was a trap... This was too good to be true... But what girl would go to such absurd lengths to frame him? And something deep inside him was tell ing him that she meant it, that he could use her, that she wouldn't dare fight back.<br><br>He always did have good instincts.<br><br>"Lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:35:16</strong>
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				Willow abruptly pulled her shirt down and sat up on the bench. Her face was hot with embarassment and a few tears were still dripping down her cheeks. She wiped at them fiercely before grabbing her bag and hurrying towards her building. <br><br>Before stepping into her hallway, Willow carefully looked around and, upon seeing no one, rushed forward to her room, pulling her keys out of her book bag and unlocking the door. She closed and locked the door behind them, thankful that the drapes were already drawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:38:43</strong>
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				He stepped closer to his latest prey, his fingers playing in her thick, flowing hair. "So sweet of you to invite me." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I can tell how much you love having your picture taken... So we're going to take some more. Many, many more." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Won't that be nice?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:42:53</strong>
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				Willow chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to find the strength to say what she wanted to. And of course, it wouldn't come. She only nodded, shoving her book bag underneath her desk and perching on the edge of her bed. <br><br>"Why do you want to take pictures of me?" she blurted out, her eyes wide. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:46:13</strong>
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				Darrin chuckled. "I run a small but successful porn site as a sideline. Tuition isn't cheap, you know."&nbsp; He grinned, almost hungrily at her. "You'll be an excellent star for the week."<br><br>"Take off your shirt again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:49:43</strong>
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				Of course it would be something as catastrophic as that, and not just a horny teenaged boy wanting nude pictures of a girl. She appeared frustrated for a moment, then calmed visibly as she removed her shirt. "So they'll be on the internet?" she asked, sounding strained. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:52:55</strong>
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				"That's where porn sites usually are, yes." He explained, as one might to an exceptionally slow child. The phone flashed as it snapped a picture. "But don't worry..." He teased. "I usually only get about fifteen <em>thousand</em> views a day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:01:14</strong>
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				A few more errant tears slipped down her cheeks, but she bit down hard on the fleshy inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop them. "Would you like me to take my bra off?" she asked, slipping easily into the submissive role, where she felt more able to ignore the impulses that would lead to her rebelling and getting herself into trouble, especially now that someone had naked pictures of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:04:48</strong>
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				"Yes." He said, smiling. "And then play with your breasts for me. Make it look hot." He stepped to her deck, eyes brightening as he found several clamps for holding massive stacks of paper. Perfect. "Use these."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:16:58</strong>
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				Willow appeared momentarily horrified when he produced the clips, but reached out to take them regardless. She spent a few minutes attempting to make her nipples hard by rolling them between her fingers, licking them and pinching them, but it didn't do much for her at that point. With a little sigh, she carefully clamped one clip onto her nipple, whimpering in pain as she did so. They were too tight to do much but hurt the very sensitive flesh of her breasts, but she continued on and secured the second one carefully as well. <br><br>"It hurts," she murmured, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain, fists clenched where they rested by her sides. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:18:50</strong>
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				He stared at her, breasts heaving in agony. "What are you girl?" He asked, stepping closer. "You obviously hate this. Why are you being such a good little slave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:23:28</strong>
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				Willow's eyes opened, tear drops clinging to her eyelashes. "Y-you don't know? I thought..." She had assumed that he knew and had decided to claim her as his own in this manner. <br><br>"I'm- <em>we're</em> Indago," she said, looking confused, pained and desperate all at once. He hadn't known. All he'd known was that some girl was willing to expose her breasts to him in the middle of the courtyard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:27:27</strong>
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				"Indago?" He asked, cocking his head. "What are you talking about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:38:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow huffed slightly, wrinkling her nose in thought. How best to explain this sort of thing? "C-can I take these off?" she asked, gesturing towards the clips. "I can explain everything to you. It's... pretty huge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:42:48</strong>
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				He drummed his fingers on the desk. For some reason, the girl seemed to want his permission before doing anything. Might as well have some fun before she changed her mind. "You can take one off." He said eventually. "But I want you to masturbate while you tell me." He smirked. "Better get started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:50:02</strong>
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				Willow paused for a few moments then nodded, gently removing one of the clips and setting it aside. She took a moment to assess the damage done to the sensitive tissue of her breast, then set about to taking off her pants. When they were gone, she climbed onto her bed, leaning backagainst the pillow and beginning to slowly rub herself through her panties. <br><br>"We're... different. We're not like normal humans," she began, flicking her eyes up to meet his, then quickly looking away. "We're Indago. It's mythical, in a sense. They didn't even think we existed until recently. You're a supero. I'm a subicio. That means you're dominant and I'm submissive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:52:51</strong>
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				Darrin laughed, long and loud. "Right... So I just waltz right up and you're my slave for life, is that it?" He snapped several pictures of her across the bed, rubbing herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:00:30</strong>
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				Willow was silent for a few moments, then nodded. "That's the general idea. I can't really ignore a direct order from you. But there's more to it than that." Her hand slipped beneath her panties then. She wasn't sure if she should explain to him that he would come to feel very protective of her- which meant he probably wouldn't want pictures of her naked all over the internet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:04:22</strong>
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				He shook his head. "You're insane girl." Then he grinned. "But if you believe it, that works for me." He slid his fingers into her panties, crawling into her dripping depths. "I think we're going to have lots of fun together."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:06:47</strong>
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				Willow shook her head slightly, but brushed off his response. Instead, she lifted her hips, dragging her panties down towards her knees. Anticipating what most teenaged boys wanted, Willow thought it might be best to satisfy him in every other way possible, with the hopes that he wouldn't go so far as to want actual sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:12:14</strong>
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				His eyes sparkled as his fingers crawled deeper. "From now on, you'll call me 'Master'." He growled, thrusting his fingers into her with expert skill, pushing through her warm, wet walls into the depths of her honeyed core - quickly building her to the brink of orgasm. "And pets beg permission to cum."
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:28:26</strong>
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				Willow didn't particularly want to cum, but it seemed that he wanted her to, for some reason. Her thighs parted slightly as he pushed his fingers into her and she appeared to be experiencing some pleasure. "Please, master," she begged in a desperate voice, her fists clenching in the blankets on either side of her body. "Please, let me cum master." She seemed, for the most part, to have no shame in calling him the title he'd decided on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed at her. "Pathetic... Can't you fake an better than that?" He pulled his fingers from inside her. "Lick." He said, holding them in front of her lips. "Then undress me slut. I was going to be lenient, jsut have a little fun and then go." His eyes flashed. "But now I think I'll... Indulge myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow obediently licked his fingers, grimacing only slightly at the awkwardness of tasting herself for the first time. She adjusted her panties so that they were back up around her hips and in place, then got up carefully from the bed. <br><br>"C-could I maybe take off the other clip now?" she asked. Her nipple was mostly numb by this point, but occasional shocks of painwent through her body. "Please master, it hurts badly," she added, stepping forward and rubbing her hands against his chest in an appeal for leniency.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:39:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Since you're being such a good girl... Yes." He smiled. "But use your teeth. I don't want your fingers touching the clip."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head forward, Willow grabbed onto the little clip with her teeth, screwed up her face in preparation for pain and yanked upwards. Not being able to squeeze and relieve the pressure meant that the clip caught on a very thin layer of skin before finally popping off. She cried out softly in pain, tears springing to her eyes again, this time to run profusely down her cheeks. <br><br>She looked up at him finally, her cheeks red and tear stained, her nipples sore and most probably bruised. For some reason, he had seemed to find joy in her discomfort. It sickened her a little bit, and even more so since he was a supero. <br><br>"What are you... I mean, what do you want me to do, master? I could suck you," she offered, reaching forward and beginning to undo his pants as he'd wanted. She reached up to tug his shirt off, tossing it to the side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 19:18:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I don't think so." He smiled, but there was a twinge of unease in him as she pulled the clamp from her breast. It wasn't that he felt sorry for her, it couldn't be that, but he felt... Something. Perhaps making her hurt herself was a poor reward for her loyalty, insane as it was. But that was stupid, she was his - for whatever reason, whether the pictures or her strange delusions. And when he owned a girl, he <em>owned</em> her. Anything was fair game.<br><br>But there was more than one way to find pleasure in this.<br><br>"I have a present for you, my pet." He hissed, as he slowly drew a half-full plastic bottle from his pack. "Strip."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow slipped off the only remaining piece of clothing she had on- her underwear. They fell to the floor and she wrapped her arms around her torso, feeling entirely too exposed now. She wasn't really sure how she'd gotten from being called beautiful in the courtyard to being stripped naked and humiliated here. <br><br>Goosebumps rose on her arms as she watched him. "W-what is it, master?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just something to loosen you up." He smirked, unstoppering the bottle. "It's called Cormuae... An extremely powerful aphrodisiac. And much subtler than the usual kinds. One of the secrets to my success." His eyes gleamed. "It's also highly illegal. But then, the best things are." He let the menace of his words sink into her mind, smiling as he saw the epression flit over her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow felt herself get downright annoyed when he said that. An aphrodisiac? If he would let her explain, he'd know that the bond between a supero and subicio was the most potent aphrodisiac. But he seemed hell bent on controlling her in every way he knew how. <br><br>She stumbled backwards slightly, the backs of her legs hitting the bed. "I don't want it," she said, despite the subicio instinct screaming at her in her head. "Please don't do this. I've already said I'll do whatever you want. Why do you need this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because I want you to enjoy it too." He said, his fingers gripping her hair, though not hard. "And you're going to do it." He held the bottle out, the menacing red liquid trapped inside. "Take it... Don't use more than half, you'll go insane. Pour the rest over your breasts and pussy... Then rub it in." He restrained a laugh. Even that much would be enough to drive a normal girl into a desperate frenzy... begging for his cock, any cock, anything inside her. Those videos always sold well online.<br><br>He wondered what it would do to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow took the bottle, her gaze locked on his as she did. She looked a bit lost for a few long moments, then took a small sip from the bottle, her knuckles white around it. It was all she could do not to start crying, which would only serve to embarass her more. <br><br>She upturned the bottle to dump it over her body, then tossed it aside and began to rub it into her skin. Every now and then, she'd glance up at him, then look down and go back to the work of rubbing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 01:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a good girl." He murmured, as he drew her into a sweet kiss. "Don't worry... It will feel good soon. So good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gradually, the press of his lips against hers started to feel different. Where it had started very light and almost gently, she now felt the pressure increase, until she was sure that her nerve endings were on fire. It wasn't painful, necessarily- just much more feeling than she was quite used to. <br><br>She pulled her head back, gasping at the odd sensation and touching her lips. This time she felt the sensation on both her lips and her fingertips. "W-what's going on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin's eyes gleamed as she shuddered under him. No doubt her lust was building at a terrifying rate. "Just a bit of fun." He winked as his fingers drifted down to her clit, teasing, playing. "I like my pets to enjoy themselves." He snapped another picture.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow's body jerked visibly when he touched her clit. Already sensitive due to the mere fact of being a clitoris, whatever he'd given her had multiplied that sensation by some ridiculous amount. She gasped loudly and reached out to push his hand away. In truth, it had been so sensitive as to border on painful, but she wasn't sure that he would care to know that. <br><br>She collapsed onto her bed, the fabric of the blanket immediately become the foremost sensation in her mind. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin laughed, the drug was working well... If more quickly and powerfully than normal. Much more. But that didn't concern him.<br><br>"You don't want my fingers?" He asked quietly. "Well then, I guess there's only one thing you can want." He undid his pants, his long, thick shaft falling out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow shook her head violently, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. She got back up from the bed, reaching out towards him in the process. "Please, no. I've never- I don't want to," she said anxiously. The very idea of what might happen if he touched her again set her on edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin's eyes gleamed as his hands glided over her thighs, pressing her legs apart. "I thought you said you were my slave for life." He chuckled. "That's what you magical sluts are for, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sucked in harshly when he touched her thighs, eyes going wide in response. "Not your slave," she managed to get out, her head dropping back onto the pillow behind her. "I've never done it," she said in a quiet voice, her hands clenched into tight fists. "Please don't do it like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really now?" A wicked smile lit his features. "But if you aren't my slave...." His massive cock moved closer, felling like it swelled thicker as it neared her, though that was ridiculous. "Then why are you spread out for me like this?" The tip of his shaft brushed against her dripping slit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because it's what you want," she said in a pained voice. It really was the only reason that she was still on the bed and not cowering in the corner or fighting back. Using all the strength she had in her body to fight her instincts, Willow pressed her thighs together, rolling her hips to the side slightly so that he would have such easy access.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's what a slave does." He explained in that condescending tone of his. "She obeys." He pressed a heavy kiss to her neck. "Now spread your legs like a good Slut and beg your Master to take your virginity."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 11:27:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow fought the impulse for as long as she could, bitter tears streaming down her cheeks. Finally, something in her seemed to crack as her legs spread apart beneath him, apparently beckoning him in. "P-please take me," she said, sounding pained and desperate at the same time. "Please master, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 18:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head, chucking. There was something seriously fucked up with this girl, but he actually thought she believed the bilge she was spouting. Whatever, it was time to grant her wish. "I'd love to." Smirked her Master, as his massive, throbbing cock slowly pushed into her honeyed depths, forcing through her warm wet walls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow cried out loudly as he pushed past her body's natural defenses. It hurt, and whatever he'd given her only doubled the sensation of pain shooting through her lower half. She slapped her hands quickly over her mouth, stifling noises that were quickly turning to screams due to the increased sensation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:46:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt a twinge of regret for the pain and terror she was so obviously drowning in. "It's alright pet." He cooed as he moved inside her, almost gently. "The pain won't last long. Just look in my eyes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:19:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes shot to meet his against her own wishes. She didn't particularly want to look at him, let alone meet his gaze while he fucked her, stole her virginity. The look in her eyes was so evidently pleading and begging that it was almost painful to look at. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the twinge again, deeper this time. She was in so much pain so much despair... And it was his fault. But it didn't matter, did it. She was his, he knew that. He was the Master, she the Slave... She was his pet, his toy. That was all. Her feelings didn't matter.<br><br>Then why did they bother him so much.<br><br>He shook the pity away, forcing in deeper as he claimed her - pressing his lips to hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all Willow could do to even stay focused on her surroudnings. The pain had receeded slightly, but it was still large and intruding and she didn't like the feel of something forcing into her like this. However, if she relaxed just enough, she could drop into the overly submissive facade and allow herself to feel that she was doing this because her master wanted it, regardless of the overwhelming sensations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:36:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're such a good girl." Darrin took a deep breath and pulled out of her, laying back on the bed. "Now I want you to do it. Climb on me." His eyes sparkled. "Make it good."<br><br>As terrifying as a man forcing into her like this could be, he knew that if he forced her to do it herself... It would be infinitely more dominating, leaving much deeper marks. Marks he would deepen and use against her, soon enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow whimpered when he pulled out, relief evident on her face. She was no longer being stretched apart and violated, but now he seemed to want something else from her. She watched him roll away, then her eyes widened at his demand. <br><br>After a long moment's pause, she swung her leg over his body, propping herself up on his thighs, his erection jutting out before her. She pulled her hair forward over her shoulders in an effort to cover her breasts, then lifted herself up, very slowly impaling herself on his cock. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're so beautiful." He murmured, laying his had back on his hands. "I think I could learn to love you..." His eyes sparkled, eager for her to go on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:49:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow said nothing, her stomach clenching at his words. She continued to lower herself carefully, taking a long while to fully seat herself in his lap. She appeared strained at the effort of taking all of his length inside of her. "L-let me adjust for just a minute, please?" she pleaded quietly, her hands pressed against his lower stomach to brace herself. "It's a lot to take."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 05:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Since you asked nicely." He smiled, nodding once. "Maybe I won't even cum inside you today."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow waited until she didn't feel quite so stretched and uncomfortable. Her body was slowly, gradually adjusting, despite the aphrodisiac that Darrin had given her. It seemed to be making the sensations stronger, but now that they weren't as painful, all she felt was very, very full. <br><br>Using her hands on his stomach as leverage, she lifted herself up a little bit, then slowly slid back down his length, hissing softly the whole time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes rolled back as he immersed himself in the feeling, the clutch of her sopping pussy. "Faster." He murmured. "Faster with every stroke... Keep going until you cum."<br><br>And who said he only cared about his own pleasure. "But don't you dare cum without my permission."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow nodded, glad now for what he'd made her take before. She was sure she wouldn't be able to cum without it, because her pussy was still aching painfully. When he was inside of her though, all she could feel was him throbbing in her depths. <br><br>She found a rhythm that was closer to bouncing in his lap than the slow pace of before. Her generous bosom bounced with each thrust, embarassing her to no end. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Delicious." He murmured. "Now... If that was a 'four' in intensity..." His eyes flashed in delight. "Crank it up to an eight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifted her hips around, tilting her hips forward just slightly so that he could penetrate deeper and more easily. She picked up her speed, the sound of her bottom slapping against his thighs becoming louder. Her breathing sped up, a flush of arousal spreading across her chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned beneath her, his cock hardening so much it hurt. "Yes... Now a Nine. Show me a nine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The effort of keeping up her current pace was straining her thighs, making her muscles ache. She was covered in a very fine sheen of sweat from all of the effort, and she was so sensitive that she could even feel when he stiffened further inside of her. <br><br>Her pace increased to the point where she thought she might pass out right now, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders as she changed her angle, her breasts now swinging towards his chest. An endless stream of whimpers and moans were slipping from her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good cumslave." He laughed, his eyes sliding closed. "Now a ten. " His hands gripped her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I ca- I can't," she whimpered, trying to increase her pace regardless. She didn't think it was possibly for her hips to move any faster. The room was filled with the noises of their fucking- the wet sound of her thrusting herself onto him, the slap of her bottom meeting his thighs and her continual moans. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands clenched, clamping down on her as he fought the urge to cum, to fill her with his seed, marking her as his.<br><br>"Do you want to cum pet?"&nbsp; He murmured, forcing the words out in a controlled, relaxed manner that he most certainly did not feel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, please please," she begged, her belly clenching tightly at the thought. "Please master, please let me cum," she moaned, her body tensing tightly around his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't hear you..." He whispered cruelly. "You don't seem very sincere." His hips thrust upward as he buried in her deep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow sobbed drily, having no idea of how to better convince him that she was sincere. She leaned down, rubbing her cheek gently against his chest in what felt like an almost instinctive move. "Please," she purred, her voice going very low. "Please let me cum. I need to master, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good enough." He groaned. it had to be. He was about to burst. "You may cum..." Darrin licked a tear from her cheek. "Scream for me as you do!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Willow only a few more seconds of grinding against him to reach orgasm. She shrieked out her pleasure as she did, her whole body tensing as she spilled over the edge. She bounced furiously in his lap as the pleasure rolled over her body, gritting her teeth against the absolute fierceness of her orgasm. Her vision went black after a time, probably an effect of the stuff he'd given her beforehand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted, pulling out of her at the last moment before he shot stream after stream of thick, hot seed over her gasping form, coating her face, her breasts, dripping down her skin. "That's... a good pet." He huffed, grinning at her. "Is there some sort... of ritual... for you magic sluts? Indago?" He chuckled. "That is... Before I become your only Master?" He didn't believe that shit for a minute, but she did... And that's what gave it power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow inhaled sharply when he ejaculated onto her, instead of into her. She squeezed her eyes shut, finding that the feeling of cum on her breasts and face was embarassingly arousing. By this time she had stilled, still seated in his lap but clearly not pleased. <br><br>"You don't understand," she murmured, shaking her head. "It's not just me. You're Indago too. We're bound to each other now." She reached up, wiping at her cheeks and trying to hide the tears dripping down her face. "I wouldn't... be with anyone else, unless that's what you desired," she said, sounding resigned and frustrated at the same time. Her fingers drummed lightly against his stomach before she finally sat up straight and looked down at him. "You need to leave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head. Psychobabble had just found its new poster girl. "Why am I leaving again?" He asked innocently. "There's still so much to do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 09:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow rolled off of him, quickly gathering up her clothes. She used a dirty shirt to wipe off her face and breasts, dropping into the hamper with a look of disgust. "Because I don't want you here. I don't want you anywhere near me." She grabbed her robe from the back of her door and wrapped it around herself, gesturing towards the door. "Go, please. I just really need you to leave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 19:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now that was rude." He tsked. "Bad behavior in a pet." He stretched his pulled his left finger back over his palm into a stretch, letting out a satisfied groan. "But you may have earned some alone time." He beckoned to her. "But first bring me a paper and pen. I have some more orders for you while I'm gone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 21:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow looked at him, annoyance clear on her face. Regardless, she moved to her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, handing it to him. She then took a seat in her desk chair, sitting a bit gingerly because her pussy was swollen and sore. More than anything at that moment, she wanted him to get up from her bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 22:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin looked at her, smiling. She was angry at him. He didn't like that. He wasn't upset with her for it, usually it excited him, but her pure hate made it... Harder. There was something different about this girl, that much was certain, besides her hypno-compulsion to obey his every command. Though why, when she was basically a robot with an attitude, would he feel<em> more</em> than otherwise? Shouldn't it be less, if she was more like a toy than ever? Regardless, he felt it. He felt the pity, the pain, and he wanted to hold her... To tell her that it was all right... That he would protect her... That....<br><br>He shook his head, almost violently, discarding the thoughts. Ridiculous. He'd been watching too many chick flick trailers. He had to check that ridiculous sentiment before it got out of control. She was his, that was all. And he would prove it now.<br><br>"Get on your hands and knees, sticking your back in the air." He told her. "You're going to be my table."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 06:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow looked very uncomfortable with the suggestion but eventually moved, kneeling next to the bed, then moving onto her hands and knees. She left the robe on, not particularly wanting to be exposed to him anymore than necessary. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 22:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He decided to allow her the sheer protection as he set the paper down on her, writing a shrot list.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>1) You will&nbsp; repeat, "I love my master" to yourself five hundred times a day, aloud.<br>2) You will repeat, "I want master to fuck me" to yourself five hundred times a day aloud<br>3) You will masterbate will whimpering my name until you cum, at least once every four hours.</em><br><br>"That should do it for now." He chuckled, handing her the paper. "I order you to follow each and every one of these orders precisely. If you fail in the slightest, even if it is by honest mistake, you are to walk through the hallway and show the first person you see your breasts." He kissed her softly, stroking her hair. "And we don't want that now, do we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 23:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow read through the list, looking positively disgusted by the rules he'd outlined. It was entirely true that none of this sounded even remotely appealing to her. Appeal however, wasn't of importance at this time. She nodded, clutching the list tightly as she sat back down in her desk chair. "Please leave now," she murmured, avoiding his gaze. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 00:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, smiling as his lips drew her into one last, almost sweet kiss.<br><br>"Start following those orders today." He murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief. Repeated afirmations were a proven technique in psychology. The idea of the girl brainwashing herself stirred something deep inside him.<br><br>"I'll be back tomorrow at six am." He whispered. "Meet me in the library, the historical section. And wear something special."<br><br>And, with that, he stole out the door - eyes gleaming at his triumph.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow went stiff when he kissed her and pulled away quickly when it was over. She certainly wasn't pleased about the little list he'd stuck her with, but it was better at least than being in his presence, for now. <br><br>When he left, she collapsed into her bed, the dam breaking as tears gushed down her cheeks. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 15:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin felt something in his chest as he walked back across campus. Regret? No, it couldn't be that. Almost more a sense of loss. The girl was beautiful, achingly beautiful, and it hadn't felt right to see the tears trickling down her lovely cheeks. It had seemed somehow... Wrong. Like a missed note in a symphony or a circle with a flat space where there should be only a smooth curve.<br><br>"Ridiculous." He muttered. He had power over her now. He could do what he wanted. But... What did he want? There was no rule that said he had to make her cry. It wasn't that her feelings mattered to him, never that, but still... If her crying marred her beauty then wouldn't it be a waste all the same? There. That was it, just a personal attraction. He didn't want to see her shining eyes turned red and puffy. It was unattractive, that was all.<br><br>Darrin sighed, bringing a hand back to need his shoulder blade. He'd try to be more gentle tomorrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 09:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The night was horrendous. She woke every few hours to obey his commands, and her body did not thank her for it when she woke at 5am the next morning in order to get ready to meet with Darrin. Straightening her hair and doing her make up was difficult, because her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold onto anything. She burnt herself on accident more than once, leaving angry red marks on the top of her ear and on her temple. <br><br>Willow clutched her bookbag tightly as she made her way across the silent, dark campus. She'd been baffled by his command to wear something special. There was nothing she had that would seem special after she'd worn it in his presence, so she merely put on a low cut top and covered it up with a zip up hoodie. <br><br>Arriving at the library, Willow tucked herself into the back corner of the dusty room, curling up in a chair. She was early, and chose to take the time to attempt to catch up on her sleep. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 08:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darrin smirked as he saw her, striding into the library a full quarter hour after he'd told her to be there.<br><br>"Hello pet." He grinned, easing down into a chair beside her. "Did you sleep well?" He ran his fingers through her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 10:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow jumped when he spoke, the sound jerking her from her light sleep. She tilted her head away when he touched her, not too keen on actually meeting his gaze. <br><br>"Not really," she admitted, shrugging. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 09:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?" He murmured, mock-concerned. “What went wrong? Did my slave have a bad dream?”\<br><br>His fingers crawled between her thighs.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 09:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just got very little sleep," she said, narrowing her eyes in his direction. Contrary to her gaze, her thighs parted slightly for his wandering hand, something that she didn't feel was entirely voluntary. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah." He chuckled. “So, you were a good girl, were you? A good little pet?” He pulled her into a rough kiss, drawing her a little deeper into the aisles of the library – concealing them from easy view.<br><br>“Take off your shirt.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow only nodded, frowning when he pressed his lips against hers. Truth be told, this was her least favourite part of the whole ordeal. <br><br>On his order, she reached down between them and unzipped her sweatshirt, pulling it off of her shoulders. She hesitated when she got to her shirt however, an already quite low cut and skimpy top. "Please, what if someone sees?" she begged softly, trying to appeal to his sense of decency. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:16:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then they'll get a delightful treat." He smirked, running a finger down the length of her, between her breasts.<br><br>"Now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:23:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow reluctantly tugged her shirt off over her head, pressing her arms quickly over her chest. Besides being unhappy with being so publicly exposed, she hated that he wanted to see her and that she had no choice in the matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The bra too pet." He chuckled. "And don't forget to say 'thankyou master' whenever I give you an order."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you master," she blurted out, reaching behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra. Her eyes were red with anger and unshed tears, but she was doing her best not to cry. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a good little whore." He smiled, his hadns groping her breasts, spreading over them he fondled her. "nd now te rest too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow paused for as long as her instincts would let her, then started to shimmy out of her jeans. "Someone might see us, please," she whispered, although by this point she knew he was set on his choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed. "Don’t worry about me. I think they'll pay more attention to you.” He pinched her right&nbsp; nipple, twisting it hard.<br><br>“Did you forget to say thank you? that's so rude... I'm doing you the favor of paying attention to you, bothering to train you. The least you can do is thank your Master.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 11:03:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you master!" She hissed, after he'd twisted her nipple. She knew that some girls found this sort of thing pleasurable, but given the situation, she simply couldn't. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 11:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's better." He smiled encouragingly, patting her head.<br><br>"Now your panties... And play with your pussy for me. Build yourself up until you're desperate to cum... But don't cum. Not without my permission."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 11:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow mechanically pushed two fingers up against her clit as she wiggled her panties off of her hips. It did nothing however. Perhaps it was because of her reluctance, perhaps because of all the masturbating she'd done the night before, but something simply wasn't working out. She ignored that however, and continued to rub vigorously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 11:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Suck me too, bitch." He murmured,&nbsp; patting his zipped jeans. "Now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 11:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow leaned over, feeling very awkwardly position now, and used one hand to tug the zipper down on his jeans, pull his cock out and place it against her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 22:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You aren’t sucking…” Darrin growled, his fingers snarling into her hair. “Get it all down, fuck me with your throat. I don’t care if you choke.” His grip tightened. “Now.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 10:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For what already seemed like the thousandth time, tears started slipping down her cheeks. She parted her lips and leaned forward, pressing her head down in an attempt to take all of him in. She couldn't, it was simply impossible given the limitations and her terror, but she forced herself past her comfort zone until she was gagging around his length. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 17:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a good little girl." He murmured, stroking her hair, petting her as if she was a kitten. "I should find a collar for youm and maybe a bell too. You're such a good little pet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quitefancy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 00:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willow cringed at the way that he petted her head, treating her like an animal while she was forced to suck him. She continued to move her head up and down slowly however, taking in what she could, then lifting her head to give herself a reprieve. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: stairc and quitefancy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 00:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Who said you could stop, slut?” He said quietly. “Now I’ll have to punish you…”
			</dd>
		</dl>
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