justspitballing
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-OOC: This is a spin off thread from Crime and Sexual Punishment. It takes a few of the characters and jumps ahead in time. There was just some scenes we were pretty excited to do plot wise, but we realized it would take a long time to get to them, so why not start a second thread? You may get pretty lost if you haven't read Crime and Sexual Punishment. Content warning! Just like that other thread, this is going to be full to the brim with well detailed non-con style sex scenes that will be very extreme in nature. Just like the other threads I've done with Kililia there will be a lot of forced sex with men forcing themselves on women, and potential later men on men.-
23 years after the advents of Crime And Sexual Punishment.
His hand flicked through the pages of pictures obtained by Leah. She had been quite busy with the camera. Nathan, Camelia and his children stood there before a barbeque, enjoying a good hot dog, within one of the snap shots.
Nathan hadn't changed. He did seem a little bit more laid back, but that was likely just the out of place summer top he had on. Camelia, his wife, had a spaced out look on her face. A look she almost always seemed to have in all of the pictures she was in, like she was forever distracted, in the grips of some overwhelming thought. In some pictures her eyes were slightly rolled up, and in others you could see a slight bulge in the dress she wore near her bottom. Nathan was toying with her, so he hadn't changed. He was always making sure she still knew that she was his.
But, he wasn't controlling of any of his kids, they were fair game. His two twin sons stood before him in the picture. They were both into their twenties now, both had grown up well, with no idea that their father was a crime lord that had raped their mother until she was an obedient servant. To them he was a loving father that lived a simple life. He let them live their own lives, having more trust in them then one would expect from such a stern man.
Also in the picture were his youngest children, his triplet daughters, all just now 19. They weren't identical just like the brothers weren't, you could tell who was who for all the children in the family. Nathan also made sure to keep his crime life secret from them as well and just like their brothers they lived a nice and serene life.
Then lastly there was Sophie, Nathan's middle child. He had her very shortly after his two boys. Well, actually, she had been adopted, which did seem strange given how all the other children were natural births. She had short, tomboy like black hair and was a bit on the thin side. A 5.1 tall. But what was striking about her was her eyes. One was blue and one was green, giving her a one of a kind look that could make her stand out strikingly from any crowed.
Sophie had become the target. Maybe it was the eyes, maybe it's that she just happened to be the one Leah had gotten really close to. She had been a shy girl so Nathan had encouraged her a bit to meet up with other people, Leah being one of them.
Leah and Clay, Clay The Red, the man looking through the pictures, used to date. It was on the serious side, but they parted very well, and she still liked him a fair bit. He still had her wrapped around his finger. He could use her to bring Sophie to his home for a party, or at least what was supposed to be a party.
Clay did not like to think of himself as petty. Nathan and Jefferson had both seen to it to demolish his standing in the crime organizations. He used to be one of the highest ranking members in the families. Now he was nothing. He had managed, after his great fall from grace to start up a small time gang. That's all he had now, a two bit gang selling skin flicks to make a buck. The movies did sell well, they'll do that when you film someone being fucked in every way possible, well beyond their limits, but this was no way to stay alive. Clay had earned the right to some revenge. He had earned the right to wrong Nathan. And he could not think of a way to better do that then to take Sophie and make her the subject of his next film.
Clay got up from the bed he sat on and tossed the photo book he had to the side. He had long, messy, red hair that cascaded over his shoulders and down his back. A thick beard and mustache covered his face and he had the most piercing black eyes. He was well built, being tall with a very noticeable six-pack. His body gave few indications of his age of 44. He hid it well, but it still showed in a few areas, mostly around the dark eyes that he had. He liked to wear worn black jeans and sleeveless shirts that showed off his muscles. It was all about being intimidating because often fear meant power.
He walked over to his cell and gave Leah a call. She responded back that she was leading Sophie to the party, they would be there any minute. Clay smiled, his men were in place, his revenge would soon be at hand.
23 years after the advents of Crime And Sexual Punishment.
His hand flicked through the pages of pictures obtained by Leah. She had been quite busy with the camera. Nathan, Camelia and his children stood there before a barbeque, enjoying a good hot dog, within one of the snap shots.
Nathan hadn't changed. He did seem a little bit more laid back, but that was likely just the out of place summer top he had on. Camelia, his wife, had a spaced out look on her face. A look she almost always seemed to have in all of the pictures she was in, like she was forever distracted, in the grips of some overwhelming thought. In some pictures her eyes were slightly rolled up, and in others you could see a slight bulge in the dress she wore near her bottom. Nathan was toying with her, so he hadn't changed. He was always making sure she still knew that she was his.
But, he wasn't controlling of any of his kids, they were fair game. His two twin sons stood before him in the picture. They were both into their twenties now, both had grown up well, with no idea that their father was a crime lord that had raped their mother until she was an obedient servant. To them he was a loving father that lived a simple life. He let them live their own lives, having more trust in them then one would expect from such a stern man.
Also in the picture were his youngest children, his triplet daughters, all just now 19. They weren't identical just like the brothers weren't, you could tell who was who for all the children in the family. Nathan also made sure to keep his crime life secret from them as well and just like their brothers they lived a nice and serene life.
Then lastly there was Sophie, Nathan's middle child. He had her very shortly after his two boys. Well, actually, she had been adopted, which did seem strange given how all the other children were natural births. She had short, tomboy like black hair and was a bit on the thin side. A 5.1 tall. But what was striking about her was her eyes. One was blue and one was green, giving her a one of a kind look that could make her stand out strikingly from any crowed.
Sophie had become the target. Maybe it was the eyes, maybe it's that she just happened to be the one Leah had gotten really close to. She had been a shy girl so Nathan had encouraged her a bit to meet up with other people, Leah being one of them.
Leah and Clay, Clay The Red, the man looking through the pictures, used to date. It was on the serious side, but they parted very well, and she still liked him a fair bit. He still had her wrapped around his finger. He could use her to bring Sophie to his home for a party, or at least what was supposed to be a party.
Clay did not like to think of himself as petty. Nathan and Jefferson had both seen to it to demolish his standing in the crime organizations. He used to be one of the highest ranking members in the families. Now he was nothing. He had managed, after his great fall from grace to start up a small time gang. That's all he had now, a two bit gang selling skin flicks to make a buck. The movies did sell well, they'll do that when you film someone being fucked in every way possible, well beyond their limits, but this was no way to stay alive. Clay had earned the right to some revenge. He had earned the right to wrong Nathan. And he could not think of a way to better do that then to take Sophie and make her the subject of his next film.
Clay got up from the bed he sat on and tossed the photo book he had to the side. He had long, messy, red hair that cascaded over his shoulders and down his back. A thick beard and mustache covered his face and he had the most piercing black eyes. He was well built, being tall with a very noticeable six-pack. His body gave few indications of his age of 44. He hid it well, but it still showed in a few areas, mostly around the dark eyes that he had. He liked to wear worn black jeans and sleeveless shirts that showed off his muscles. It was all about being intimidating because often fear meant power.
He walked over to his cell and gave Leah a call. She responded back that she was leading Sophie to the party, they would be there any minute. Clay smiled, his men were in place, his revenge would soon be at hand.
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