We need volunteers!

All strung up!

"Yes, you're not so lippy now, my little strumpets, are ye???":)
 
Landi of Churchyard

ooc.... apparently there is a miscommunication. One) Bach is in our ship.... and Two) you don't have the means to invade our ship and Three) you would have set off alarms and Four) there are no trees in our ship.... TRY AGAIN

___________________________________________________

Using the monitors to locate our next quarry...
 
Re: Landi of Churchyard

landiek said:
ooc.... apparently there is a miscommunication. One) Bach is in our ship.... and Two) you don't have the means to invade our ship and Three) you would have set off alarms and Four) there are no trees in our ship.... TRY AGAIN

___________________________________________________

Using the monitors to locate our next quarry...

What gibberish is this?!! You don't truly think I can be fooled by that malarkey do ye?!! Yon 'ship' of yours is bein' hooked up as we speak for cuttin' up in't scrap yard!
 
Orchid

Enabling myself to better manhandling I manage to pull the one trick that has most men baffled in life. Tears of blood. Since Sir Squirt thinks he can best me I find that some males are blood squimish.

Using the laser in my pocket I free my sisters and we pounce on our so-called captureer. Hogged tied in fifteen secs flat with flexible metal bonding cords.

"Now SLAVE.....GET UP" I order and use a cattle prod on your ass to prove my point on where I want you to go... We head back to the encampment where Queen Annabellee waits.
 
Re: Orchid

GeronimosGirl said:
Enabling myself to better manhandling I manage to pull the one trick that has most men baffled in life. Tears of blood. Since Sir Squirt thinks he can best me I find that some males are blood squimish.

Using the laser in my pocket I free my sisters and we pounce on our so-called captureer. Hogged tied in fifteen secs flat with flexible metal bonding cords.

"Now SLAVE.....GET UP" I order and use a cattle prod on your ass to prove my point on where I want you to go... We head back to the encampment where Queen Annabellee waits.

Hmmmm bet sir Stark enjoyed the cattle prod upon his arse arf arf
 
Orchid

*smirks* "So Queen Annabellee, What are we going to do with this one? A good whooping may settle his tute!"
 
Re: Orchid

GeronimosGirl said:
*smirks* "So Queen Annabellee, What are we going to do with this one? A good whooping may settle his tute!"


Don,t need no whooping of my tute thank you very much young lady
 
Cloe of Lochlyness

I step over Starkie and tighten the slave bands that hold him as our captive.

I smirk and stroke at the two men that are at our bidding.

"Behold my Queen two down and one to go..."
 
Re: Cloe of Lochlyness

thatbratcloe said:
I step over Starkie and tighten the slave bands that hold him as our captive.

I smirk and stroke at the two men that are at our bidding.

"Behold my Queen two down and one to go..."

Actually I may enjoy this :rose:
 
Re: Re: Cloe of Lochlyness

Bachlum Chaam said:
Actually I may enjoy this :rose:

*Grinning * at Sir Stark and Sir Chaam.... "Delightful to see you again...."


Well Done my Ladies!
Sir Fly-meat has gone missing again though... off dilettanting and such... He really should be easy pickings right now....


(I have had a things a little rough in R/T, but today after errands, I should be able to post and do some catch up!)
 
Orchid

After gaining permission of our Queen. I took the second captive to private quarters and proceeded to train him in a way that I would like him to behave.
 
Shiver and shake..........

Trudge, trudge, trudge.....................

Using Galaxies as stepping stones the mighty Sir Fly-Me approaches the scene of battle once more.

With skilfull use of his nanon extracting zero energy thermonuclear spin dryer, he edges close to the terrible sight of Queen Annabelllee's enormous ass as she bends over a captured comrade.

Quickly releasing him from his bonds Sir Fly-Me raises his dreaded P.E.N.I.S. and proceeds to roger the Queen with such effect that she swoons mewling with pleasure at the masterful use of her nether regions.

While most of the alien floosies have fled terrified at the realsation that Sir Fly-Me has returned, one or two stand shivering and shaking, hoping that they too will shortly be subdued in such a magnificent manner.

But Sir Fly-Me is not to be hurried. He props his foot on the upturned arse of the nearest hussy and calls for his comrades Starkers and Beechams to join him in a noggin or two before they despatch the rest of the strumpets to where they belong - on the ends of their weapons!
 
Aye! Give me a noggin.....

Aye! Give me a soddin' noddin' Flyploddin'!"
Says I, not ungrumpily, whilst tryin' to infigurate the dimensions of this confounded situation which seems to stretch e'en beyond the latest innovations of steam turbination and the lightin' of thoroughfares with gas lit lamps.:confused:
"These 'ere young strumpets have a bunch of molestin'-like tricks up their witch-filled petticoats and no mistake, Flysplodge, my prodical friend!........Best be wakin' that Bachlum bugger........."
 
Landi of Churchyard

Fury fills my heart and hearing the words of bluster. I return to the fore and build up my defenses.

I took my weapon and went hand to hand against His Flyness.
 
Landi of Churchyard

Fury fills my heart and hearing the words of bluster. I return to the fore and build up my defenses.

I took my weapon and went hand to hand against His Flyness.

"Bugger be damned. I refuse to be Rodgered."
 
Petulant wench

Ahh Landi! Petulant alien wench that you are! Your feeble brain has yet to grasp that you have met more than your match and are about to be subdued.

By ‘ building up your defences’ I suppose you mean that you are padding out your miniscule bra.

Twill avail you nought. I thank you however for showing me your weapon - I will use it as a tooth pick.

And since you invite me so prettily with fluttering eyelashes, I will concede to your request - and bugger you as well as rodger you. What a treat for you. May you ever be grateful for my magnanimous attention.

Now to more serious matters. My flagon is empty and I dig Starknuts in the ribs to remind him that it his round! Slothful sod had fallen asleep while attending to Queen Annabelleees voracious appetite. Not that I blame him. ‘Twould be like chucking a chip in an alley.
 
Re: Landi of Churchyard

landiek said:
Fury fills my heart and hearing the words of bluster. I return to the fore and build up my defenses.

I took my weapon and went hand to hand against His Flyness.

"Bugger be damned. I refuse to be Rodgered."

Of course you don,t refuse my lady Landi,much better if you assume the position willingly:rose:
 
Alas Dear Sir Fries-my-ass, my notorious WMD (Weapons of Mass Distraction) aka NNBBs (Nuclear Nipples and Bionic Boobs) are more than a match for your P.E.N.I.S. Although I heard that your recently bought extension ('Extensions 'R' Us', London) gained you a much-needed millimeter or two.

As for the Lovely Lady Landi, why she would no more feel satisfaction from your rogering or buggering or tomming or dicking or harrying than I.

We are Goddesses.

Quote from this deluded dandy...
"... Sir Fly-Me raises his dreaded P.E.N.I.S. and proceeds to roger the Queen with such effect that she swoons mewling with pleasure at the masterful use of her nether regions."

I reply...

Twas not mewling with pleasure my dear Flew-Me but
laughter well hidden to save your fragile male earth ego.


And... Dude - Lady Landi's MAMS are GLAM!

When will you mortal earthmen realize that testosterone is not a substitute for intelligence? Do you not realize what an honor it is to be chosen for our purposes? Your feeble little 'dumbsticks' should be fair-a-throbbing for the experience of our charms.

To quote from a story of your earth history, I give you a glimpse of Persephone.
You should learn from these fables it’s not good to infuriate a Goddess.

“She’s beyond desirable. An ethereal vision. And so cursedly cranky, hornets would give her wide berth. Striding into Hades’ chamber, she’s appalled at what she sees. Not enough that he single handedly keeps Dionysus in the wine business. Now he’s buggering a satyr. Couldn’t he even use a nymph? By the gods! he’s angered her. Hasn't touched her in ages and uses… that GOAT?

Well Hell hath no fury quite like Persephone. With a snap of her head she sends the unfortunate satyr sailing through the air, ass over horns, to be squeezed between the slats of the mullioned window and dropped to the courtyard below. Her only satisfaction in the act is seeing how idiotic Hades looks pumping air.”

Moral of the Story? You should learn from these fables it’s not good to infuriate a Goddess, lest you be cast through the slats or left pumping air.

And Sir Broken Chad, I admit your manner is not quite as course as the other ruffians, but you will succumb and beg also to attend to our desires.

Quickly Ladies, let’s lasso this drunken bunch whilst I
keep dazzling them with my WMDs aka NNBBs. I daresay ladies
be frightfully careful with their …man thingies… When starving,
even a miniscule morsel may do in a pinch.
 
Last edited:
My lovely Ice Maiden,may I state that I have nothing that is broken,tis all mighty and firm so mayhap you mistake me for one of the wimpish faggots from your own neck of the woods.
Apart from anything else you ladies have all been hiding deep in the bowels of the earth where you have come from
Bachlum Chaam
 
Bachlum Chaam said:
My lovely Ice Maiden,may I state that I have nothing that is broken,tis all mighty and firm so mayhap you mistake me for one of the wimpish faggots from your own neck of the woods.
Apart from anything else you ladies have all been hiding deep in the bowels of the earth where you have come from
Bachlum Chaam

Our male folk succumbed to Pussy Envy. (egads I LOL'd on that!)

Nice to hear you have a healthy ...thing. Should prove useful!

We haven't been in the bowels of the earth... Loathsome thought. Too many men there that were already deemed unfit.

Now shouldn't you just make this conquest a bit easier? C'mere!
(flashing him my WMDs aka NNBBs)
:rose:
 
Landi of Churchyard & Cloe of Lochlyness

Combined efforts we subdue the Fly and restrain him from further distractions and peering into the following room where Orchid recaptures Sir Stuck in a handy position.

I merely chuckle from the Bowels of Earth comment and smirk at Cloe as we both agree... I good dose of growth supplpiments on these Earhtlings ...just might make their equipment to a desired satisfying level.

"So who shall we prick first?" Smirking as I watch Cloe ready the siringe.

Enny meeny miney, moe.... she moves between the Fly and Bachaum.
 
Landi of Churchyard

I grab Fly and hold him low as Cloe pokes the syringe into the flesh by his balls.

We both laughed as his got very angry and made several threats.

"I would think that you would thank us for the gift" I remark to him as I notice the increase in the size that his erection gets. "Now how long do you think that you will be able to stand that beast...without touch or release.... I want to hear you beg.. for me... to aide you in the need that this shot just gave you... cause in ten minutes.. if you don't.... you won't have to worry about anything... it will ... cease to be functional."
 
Re: Landi of Churchyard

landiek said:
I grab Fly and hold him low as Cloe pokes the syringe into the flesh by his balls.

We both laughed as his got very angry and made several threats.

"I would think that you would thank us for the gift" I remark to him as I notice the increase in the size that his erection gets. "Now how long do you think that you will be able to stand that beast...without touch or release.... I want to hear you beg.. for me... to aide you in the need that this shot just gave you... cause in ten minutes.. if you don't.... you won't have to worry about anything... it will ... cease to be functional."

I would expect nothing less from you denizens of the darkness,no doubt Fly Me wants the discomfort to go but leave the swelling
 
Back
Top