Women of the Frontier

[redhairstacey4u]

The women tended their washing and chores, sparing an occasional glance at the forest surrounding their village. The news from the frontier had been ever more dire, spoken of in hushed tones over quiet dinner tables with absent menfolk.

The men were off fighting the Enemy, and the accounts of the battles were sketchy but dire. There had been word that the battle was being fought right in the woods nearby. No one knew for sure, but the foreboding and gloom in the village was palpable. The unspoken fear weighed on the women. None dared broach the unbroachable thought that the war was lost...

OOC: You will note that I have left the particulars of the women and the Enemy vague. The village could be in a medieval fantasy period, beseiged by orcs or ogres. It could be an Indian settlement or African kraal surrounded by white settlers...or a European outpost besieged by natives. It will be up to you, my role-playing partner(s), to select the time period and ethnic group of your character..which in turn will help define that of the women and the Enemy alike.

This will be a case of first-come, first-served. Once a response has been posted, subsequent responses must be consistent (i.e., if one player posts that his orc commander is eyeing the village, the next shouldn't post that the 8th U.S. Cavalry is advancing on the Indians, but an ogre or goblin or farmgirl or herbalist would be fine.)

The game is now open.

 

[MasterZee]

Van moved silently through the shadowy edges of the perimiter. His stealth had saved him numerous times. Mercinary work was dangerous, and at times short lived. Van had outlived many of his contepararies and as such was considered by many to be one of the best, friend to few, and feared by many.

He signaled for his men to advance. he had been scouting this village for weeks now, and it seemed ripe for the taking

 

[boese_ami]

Col. Alois Deverauex banged his fist hard against the bank of radios inside his command track. DAMN these rebel scum! They had just wiped out another patrol in Sector 3. That was the third one in two days. His best team, led by Van was still out.

Apparantly they had found what could be the area Rebel HQ. The suspicious lack of men in the village led him to believe that it was in any event, a Rebel friendly village.

Well, since the Prenap Gov't wasn't paying his and his Mercenary Armored Corp's salary in as timely a maner as he would have liked, he would see to it that his men got a little "booty" after they overan that Rebel village....

 

[redhairstacey4u]

In the African village, two women were hanging clothes on a line to dry. Their jet-black skin looked like chocolate set out to dry...except it was in motion as they went about their tasks. One woman was around thirty...tall, slender, braided hair halfway down her back. She was singing a tune, to lift her spirits on this dying day. Her husband was out there somewhere, fighting for their liberation from the colonial regime. She wore the colorful clothes of her people. Ngome was her name.

The second woman, Kemba, was more quiet. She was also topless, her generous breasts exposed to the afternoon sunlight. She wore a colorful skirt, traditional for her tribe. She hung each garment on the line meticulously. The twentysomething African woman wore gold bracelets. She had her hair plated, looking traditional, her stomach swelling slightly from the baby she carried.

"Do you hear something," Kemba asked Ngome. The woman looked concerned, cocking her head toward the sound of motors.

 

[wogult]

The two of them had been with Van for a while they followed his orders but they sometimes didn't care for them. For one thing they hadn't got laid in a long time and they were bitchy. They talked amongst themselves that they were gonna have some fun this time. Frank looked at Gary they both were about the same build around 6'3" 250 all solid between the two of them they knew how to handle a woman.

 

[redhairstacey4u]

Kemba and Ngome looked apprehensively as the two tall white men approached. They did not look like the friendly type. Kemba had her hand on her belly as she looked at Frank. She wished her husband was here. She did not like white men. The two could tell as they saw the look on her face. She kept hanging up her clothes, trying to ignore the white men with their foreign clothes and strange ways..

Ngome was a little more friendly. She hung the last of her clothes, and looked at Frank. In accented English, she asked, "Are you looking for someone?"

 

[wogult]

Frank looked at Gary and smiled... you might say we are looking for something not someone. Can't believe a saggy titted black bitch like you knows english do you know how to say fuck me? The redneck was coming out in Frank not that Gary would mind he was the same way that is why they got along so well and hung out together.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Louis Tsavatsa

He wasn't a normal member of the rebel army. He was a sympathizer and volunteer from all the way in Madagascar. He wanted to push a successful revolution here and see if it could work well enough, so he could try one back at home. However, the battle wasn't going well for the insurgents, he was sad to note. He wondered if he would survive to organize the revolution back home. He wasn't a Communist, just a militant nationalist wanting a popular uprising at home. His comrades weren't Reds either. They were also nationalists, who frowned upon him for not being a "real African", but a Malagasy from Madagascar. He sometimes wondered why he bothered fighting for their cause, but he reminded himself that it would teach him how to be a great freedom fighter.

He saw the mercenaries approach the village, too late to do anything but watch, since most of his comrades were missing or dead.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

What killed this thread?

 

[redhairstacey4u]

What killed this thread?

I'm not sure actually. Had some African girls ripe for the taking...and then...

 

[shexay_xx]

hey why dont you get men to take the roles that were left?
I could play one of the women, this thread is very very interesting and I wouldnt want to see it die.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Yeah, or just bump it until more people come back to it. I hate to see it die, either.

And I know what it's like to have a roleplay going perfectly well and then abruptly dying for no known reason.

 

[redhairstacey4u]

Yeah, or just bump it until more people come back to it. I hate to see it die, either.

Yeah.

Anyone wanna play white men ravishing rebellious African women?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Carlo Varizzi

Italian mercenary, aged 35. Veteran of the Italian army, the Bosnian Croat army, and several African armies, including the revolt against Charles Taylor in Liberia. Loves to bed women of all races, and this just gives him another chance.

 

[shexay_xx]

Tarba

Name: Tarba
Age: 19
Body: skin the colour of dark choclate, large breasts, and curvy hips, connected to legs that seemed to go on forever.
Hair : long glossy black hair, braided like most of the women in the tribe

Tarba lay baxking in the sun her silky hair fanned all around her, and her colourful skirt tickling her legs.

She had been enjoying the afternoon sun, she knew she should be with the women doing her chores, but then again she was not one to do as she was told.

Her eyes were shut against the sun and she hummed a song quietly to herself, smiling as the wind caressed her body, she did not hear the white men enter the village as she lay back trying not to fall asleep, and failing as the world went blurry, and then darkness.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Carlo Varizzi

He couldn't ignore that lovely ebony skinned woman...there was something very sensual about black African women....something that begged for him to touch them..take them...possess them...he'd never admit it, but looking past the whole ethical and philosophical issues, he could understand why Southern men in the United States fought to keep slavery....free access to that lovely ebony flesh...all that they wanted...that was another century or so before...but the appeal made sense to him.

As he got out of his humvee, he saw one in particular...very young and ripe....ripe for rape...he laughed at his own joke.

 

[shexay_xx]

Tarba was having a marvelous dream, her husband was back in the village and as she rushed towards him the scene changed to a shack where her and her husband were writhing in pleasure him on top of her, caressing her breasts, and sucking gently on her nipples.

Outside of the dream Tarba's body writhed on the floor, unaware that she had an audience, she moaned in her sleep, her mouth open in pleasure...

 

[shexay_xx]

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuump

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Carlo Varizzi

He saw her...the gorgeous ebony girl...and definitely had to take her...make her his bitch for a while....always loved doing that to sexy African girls like her.

 

[shexay_xx]

bump?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

If it can still be salvaged.