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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 11:13:01 GMT -4
Is this guy gullible or what? Now he lays unconscious, in the middle of his bed, tied up and unable to escape even if he was conscious. A huge red mark was on the side of his face where she clocked him. Damn she hit hard. It's safe to say his manhood dropped with his consciousness. She could take all the time she wanted in the shower. He wasn't waking up for a while.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 11:20:52 GMT -4
And this is exactly what Misaki did...she took all the time she wanted to clean herself in the shower. After an half hour under the hot water, Misaki finally steps out of the shower and starts to dry her body with a towel. After she is finished with that she wraps a fresh towel around her body and walks back in the bed room.
Ah…you are awake.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 11:26:35 GMT -4
Barely awake. His head was spinning, his face stinging. He groggily moved his head from side to side, trying to regain some focus. His headache had gotten a lot bigger. He tried to move, now noticing that he is tied to the bed. The sheets had been removed, used to tie him up. He was sprawled out, fully nude, with a crazy woman wrapped in a towel staring at him with a menacing look on her face. Certainly not what he expected to wake up to when he went to get drunk yesterday. He looked up at the ceiling, asking "Why?" to some deity above it seemed. He sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. He slowly closed them, waiting for the imminent beating he was about to receive.
Just make it a quick death. I at least deserve that much after what I gave you last night.
His eyes remained closed. He didn't want to see what was coming. This was going to be bad....
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 11:34:21 GMT -4
Quick death? After what you gave me last night? I can’t remember one damn thing and neither can you. So what should I remember that you gave me…so that I give you a quick death.
Misaki is asking while she sat down next to Showtime on the bed. She looks him in the eyes and a smile appears on her face as she notice that he is afraid of the things that might come.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 11:39:18 GMT -4
He swallowed hard, a big lump going down his throat because of it. How the hell was he gonna talk his way out of this one?
Your...um....still here....right? So.....it must have been good. Shouldn't it have?
His worried look remains. This woman had him at her mercy. He was certainly going to do all he could to try and talk his way out of this one. He wasn't sure it would work this time. She seemed pretty intent on doing what she had in her own mind.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 11:42:19 GMT -4
You know…I am still here because I was drunk as hell to remember the night. But I think it is time for me to tell you a little story.
She looks down at him and a smirk appears on her face.
You are ready?
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 11:44:37 GMT -4
I'm certainly not going anywhere.....
He held his eyes shut. He resisted from looking as much as he could. It was certainly coming. Why did she have to taunt him like this? Why couldn't she just get it over with already? He takes another big gulp.
I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 11:52:13 GMT -4
Alright here is the story. The story is about a young woman who has grown up in a big, very big Yakuza family. One day she has fallen in love with a young man…they meet each other…went out in clubs and loved each other more then everything else. But as in every story something bad happened. The young man did something wrong…he made a crime against the family…he lost his honour…and as said as it sounds…the young woman has been chosen to take care of this problem…she had to kill the man she loves…and she did it as her father has ordered her to do…
A sad story right? Oh and the best part comes now….from this day on the woman gained the nickname “Black Widow “…And what is even funnier…This woman is me…which let us the question at hand what I should do with you?...I was in the restaurant…drinking some sake…and then you took advantage of me…advantage of the fact that I was drunken and helpless and then…you did things to me that must have been so cruel…or maybe as heavenly that I have forgotten them. Which brings us to the next question…What should I do with you? Should I simple kill you? Torture you?...Or just cut of your dick?...Would be a shame to do that…but I am open for suggestions.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 12:03:44 GMT -4
Um......what if it was YOU taking advantage of ME? You were drunk too....
He finally opened his eyes, raising his head up and looking at her. He sighed heavily. Might as well get a good view of her before he dies right?
You said I have no honor right? Where is the honor in killing the one you love? Shouldn't they be more important than anything else? Even family?
Yup. Definitely gonna die now. He didn't see any samurai swords around thankfully. He only wondered how long she was going to torture him now since he raised his previous questions. Sleeping with a Yakuza Clan member. What a way to go.....
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 12:14:38 GMT -4
He lost his honor and honor is the most important thing in the Japanese culture…if you have no honor…then there is no reason to be loved by anybody. I just did what I had to do…But don’t worry….I will kill you…but this has time…I still need my sword…and soon I will have it. I have called a friend of mine and soon my sword will be here to serve its purpose… But I am thinking about something….we have to pass some time….You got any ideas what to do?
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 12:28:39 GMT -4
Um......untie me and let me get a running start?
Still trying to talk his way out of it. He was trying not to give up all hope. It was certainly the only way he would survive if he is going to. The thought of her actually having someone on their way with a sword for her to use was making him quite nervous. He was already, but damn. There is a damn samurai sword on it's way to slice and dice his ass! Who wouldn't be afraid? He lays his head back down with a long sigh, staring back up at the ceiling. How the hell was he gonna get out of this one?
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 12:34:02 GMT -4
Untie you so that you can escape? I don’t think so…but why don’t we continue with that what we did last night…that what we can’t remember? I mean I already lost my honor because of you…so it wouldn’t matter for me now…and to be honest do you want to die as man who can’t remember the last time he had sex with a woman?
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 12:40:56 GMT -4
His eyebrows arched. Was this woman being serious? After all of this, she wanted to continue what happened last night? He took a little bit to think about it.
WAIT A MINUTE! Last time she did this, he ended up knocked unconscious by a punch in the face. He couldn't fall for that again. But, damn, she looked hot in that towel. He bit his lip, unable to come up with a good answer. He sighed heavily. Well, if she was going to give him any dying wish, might as well be that right? No sense in not trying if she's offering. And if he received the same treatment as before, at least he tried right? Better than turning it down in his current situation.
Your the one who has to make it happen.
He pulls on the bed sheets holding him down a bit, looking at them as he does so. Shortly after, he turns his attention back to her as he speaks.
I sure as hell can't.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 12:50:10 GMT -4
Oh...you need help?
Misaki let her hands slide down his chest, to the stomach and further south until she reach his manhood…considering that he may die very soon his best friend act as if he doesn’t know about that. Saki has just touched the real Showtime as he already starts to raise again.
It doesn’t look like that… appears to me that you don’t need help at all.
She crawls in the bed and kneels on top of him, looking down to her helpless victim…Misaki grins and slowly opens the towel. She toss it to the side then and leans forward to kiss him on the lips.
We better hurry up…cause my friend should be there very soon.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 12:53:39 GMT -4
He looks at the sheets holding him down again, then back up to her.
I don't think I'm hurrying anywhere anytime soon.
He takes in the sight of her body, now mostly sober but still with a massive headache. Might as well get what he could, while he could. His "rise" continued as she kissed him on the lips, then began to make her way down his neck and collar bone. If only he could grab hold of that ass......
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 13:07:56 GMT -4
Misaki continues to kiss his chest and moves further south...but this time as she reach his massive friend...Misaki don’t knock out Showtime, but rather starts to lick his shaft. It taste salty and soon after she has started to taste him…he has reached his full length. Misaki raise in an upright position and looks down at that what she has done.
Oh…it looks like as if we can begin with your final act. Are you ready Mr. Showtime?
Misaki asks while she kneel down on top of Showtime’s only true friend, ready to take him inside of her…
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 13:14:55 GMT -4
Wow. With age comes experience. She certainly knew her way around his manhood. Her constant licking and sucking was making his soldier quickly snap to attention. It was like some twisted dream he was in. He starts to moan a little as she works him over. Soon enough, he was ready and waiting. Once she moved into position and posed her question, he quickly responded.
I'm always ready for some action. I wouldn't be Mister Showtime if I wasn't.
He chuckles at his own joke. Might as well right? He's about to die anyway. Why not enjoy the little pleasure he can get beforehand? He watches her intently, waiting for that initial wave of pleasure when she finally places him inside her core.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 27, 2007 13:58:58 GMT -4
An evil smirk appears on Misaki’s face as she reach down with one of her hands to her womanhood. The smile gets even bigger as she slowly starts to open the gates to her own little heaven. Showtimes eyes nearly pop out as he saw the show that happens in front of him. Not a bad way to go after all. Misaki wave her head backward as she starts to play with herself a bit…call it a preshow to the real main event if you want…touching her own breasts with her free hand while the other hand continues to play with the gateway….Soft moans escapes Misaki’s lips while she did that…after a couple of minutes….she finally did that what she has planned to do. She slowly lowers herself on the real showtime and insert him into her. Piece by piece…inch by inch…slowly starts to fill her up, deep inside as another moan escape her lips. And then…The ride of his lifetime started as Misaki rides Showtime as if he is some kind of horse.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 27, 2007 14:18:14 GMT -4
Tied to his own bed with his own sheets, helpless, and at her mercy. She teases him at first, pleasuring herself right in front of him and just inches away from his hardened member. She gave him a SHOW for a few minutes, causing herself to become quite moist and a little dribbling onto his stomach. She got herself nice and hot, then finished up the appetizer so she could have the main course. Slowly, she inserts him inside her. After a few moments to get in a groove, she started riding him like a wild cowgirl. Ain't this some kinky shit? He was helpless, but he sure didn't mind this treatment. He watched her bouncing up and down on him, grinding her hips after every few up and down motions only to continue on. This was definitely a great way to go. He began gripping the sheets that had him tied to the bed tightly, his pleasure almost overwhelming. He began to moan along with her, enjoying the ride very much. His toes began to curl as she continued her relentless assault. He sure as hell wasn't going to complain. He enjoyed the act as it continued on, her controlling any and all action that took place now.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 28, 2007 12:10:34 GMT -4
Misaki continues to satisfy herself with a little help from Showtime, as somebody slowly enters the room. It was the person who she has called for to bring her sword. Knowing that she needs to hurry up now, Misaki increase the speed of her movements.
Miss Yoshida, your sword.
The man says and Misaki just nods with her head and takes the blade out of his hands. Then he disappears the same way as he has appeared. Turning back her attention to her helpless victim a grin appears on her face.
Time to meet your fate….*moan * after I am finished of course.
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