Fantasmo
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Slaves are used... not asked!But not mine.....(permission....)..........
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(especially when it's all too clear that they like it... )
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Happy Halloween!
- Thread starter WelshWebb
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(especially when it's all too clear that they like it... )
...ummm, I recognized the screams??? no... There was the hint of your perfume I noticed when I licked your sweet pussy and kissed your belly??? no... It was when I fingered your clit and made you come. I sucked my finger and could never mistake that taste...How have you guessed that it's me.....?????
Tree
Naraku
Draconarius
I promise there will be nudity & graphic violence in my next one.please work harder on your X-rating
Tree
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
I didn't think that witch's wore panties when on their broomsticks. They would get a better grip that way ................
...training pants....
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petraherz
Governor
Ascanio, you opened this thread with the wish of many Halloween storys or pictures?! Take my story as a contribute to your famous work:It was a warm autumn day at evening, when Priscilla Brown looked through her windows to the yard in front of the car garage. She was waiting for her husband and the kids. They stayed in the town to buy some sweets and to go for a short swimming time in the swimming bath. They would be back in one or two hours. She became a little bit frighten, because it was twilight and it was a special evening: it was Halloween. Her house was the last in a small nice village and the neighbours were on holiday. She was teacher at a high school for science, specially physics. "I´ll go back to my work..." she thought, that was correcting some houseworks of her pupils. Time passed it was dark now. She get off alarmed by voices of laughing childs. She opened the housedoor and got frighten. A crowd of masked childs with torches in their hands were shouting: "Hey Miss Brown, trick or treat!" "Sorry my dears, I have no candy, my husband and my childs are in town and not back. Why should I give you sweets?" she answered a little bit frustrated. A young boy from the group of teenies about 16 to 18years stepped out with his torch and said in a strong tone: "Ms. Brown, you know, where we are! You gave us bad marks since you come to our class, give us sweets or we hate you forever!" Priscilla wanted to go indoors, but as she was turning she noticed, that 2 kid were standing behind here also with torches. "I said it, I have no candy my childs" she answered in panic. " Ok, then we will treaten you, Priscilla, not more Ms. Brown," the young and leader of the group shouted. The whole crowd was giving applause. "We can burn you therefore, look like this " he turned his torch against Priscilla and scorch her shirt. Priscilla felt the heat of the flame near her breasts and cried out: " Are you crazy at all?" Once they stood around her and she recognize, she had no chance. " ok, I ´ve treaten you sometimes in school, so what can i do now?" "Get undressed Priscilla, then w´ll see" another boy replied. Under laughter she undressed herself. "Ok, your panties and your bra also Ms. Brown" a girl was calling. And then it was calm. All where astonished from the small high and perfect body of Priscilla. And she? Now she felt good, standing there in front of the housedoor, naked, but giving a show for the pleasure of her class just reached puberty. "ok, my dears, you all have your candy! Go back and we forgot this moment for all times. i´ll never talk over that in school". Priscilla take a deep breath and hoped the group would leave. But her nipples stand in proud and some guys notice that, now becoming sexually aroused. "We´ll take her, nail her to the wall" one said. And the things went on rapidly. Priscilla was held by some of the gang, others surch for a stool, which was found in the kitchen. Priscilla had to stand on and strech her arms against the wooden doorframe. Some girls braught a basket with long nails and a hammer they found in the workroom of Priscillas husband downstairs. To chairs would placed near her and two young guys climbed on. With her young forces they drove two rosty nails through her wrists hurriedly and Priscilla scream in unbelievable pain and torture. The crowd clapped applause as her long bodys was fixed at the frame and Priscillas tears and some fresh blood ran down over her superb body. Others take her long legs and caress them up to her cunt. How beauty she was! But at all, the work must go on and they put her feets onto the pyramid shaped doorpanel, so that she had a little support under here bare feets. "Poor love, w´ve only two long nails, have we?" a strong girl grinned up to her. And yet it was difficult to hold Priscillas feets in place, as they pinned them to the door. The young teenies some without practise in nailing and specially a human being, hammered in wild efforts onto the top of the nails. Yeah, it was going. Slowly the nails were going deeper and at last found the wood behind the feets. Then it was hard to drove them into the door. Because Priscila was almost struggling against them. With a last blow one nail came through the door inside. It would be hard to remove it. After a quarter of an hour starring lustful to the beauty teacher nailed to the door, they turn on the doorlight and left Priscillas Bra there. Her pants hang over the door handle. Pretty to look on. A shock or a pervers onlook for her husband. "Dream on Priscilla and hope, we see you later..." her class was shouting. Then they put out their torches and vanished in the dark.
There's a knock on the door. A pretty lady opens it. She wears a lacy babydoll and stallettos.
She looks at the man on her porch. He's wearing a beat up straw cowboy hat, sunglasses, and a blood-splattered duster.
"Aren't you a bit old to be out on holloween?" she asks.
He takes a drag from his cigarette and a sip from his drink, making no effort to hide the fact he's practically raping her with his eyes. "Aren't you a bit underdressed to be greeting kid?"
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "And who are you suppose to be?"
"I'm The Hanging Tree, and who are you suppose to be?"
She rubs her hand through her wispy bush and cooes "...your helpless victim. Do you have anything to for your treat?"
The pulls three sterling silver spikes from his pocket.
She leaps forward and wraps her arms around his next and kisses him passionately. "Oh, baby, I'm so glad you didn't have to work late...
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She looks at the man on her porch. He's wearing a beat up straw cowboy hat, sunglasses, and a blood-splattered duster.
"Aren't you a bit old to be out on holloween?" she asks.
He takes a drag from his cigarette and a sip from his drink, making no effort to hide the fact he's practically raping her with his eyes. "Aren't you a bit underdressed to be greeting kid?"
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "And who are you suppose to be?"
"I'm The Hanging Tree, and who are you suppose to be?"
She rubs her hand through her wispy bush and cooes "...your helpless victim. Do you have anything to for your treat?"
The pulls three sterling silver spikes from his pocket.
She leaps forward and wraps her arms around his next and kisses him passionately. "Oh, baby, I'm so glad you didn't have to work late...
T
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The Fallen Angel
Guest
This has been reported as spam but I can't see why...I got the other stuff. Melissa
Fantasmo
Senator
Actually, I may be the "culprit" (don't you see who reported?)... or more accurately some strange forum or probably rather browser malfunction.
I noticed three spam messages this afternoon and opened them in different tabs, reporting one, then waiting the 30 or so seconds until the next report can be placed, and so on.
Then I noticed that I had a fourth window with yet another "chanel" spam and thought that one of the reports didn't work.
I can't exclude that the 4th message was (accidentally) Tree's
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The Fallen Angel
Guest
The 4th message was Trees..sorted now.
