This just in.

Less me, more top of lizard cage.
I'll get a better picture of me when there's better light.

Also, tell me to take pictures of stuff.

Picture of camera for Oxy
Picture of my dog
Picture of my shelf
Picture of my TV remote
Picture of my monitor
Desk shot
Picture out my window
Picture taken in between my bongos and my dunkin donuts cup
Picture of my windowsill

Took some pictures outside today:
Picture of my deck railing
Picture of my deck
Picture of my sidewalk
Picture of a leaf
Picture of ice on my deck railing
Picture of one of the sheds in my back yard
Picture of the door of one of my sheds
Picture of the stone bench by my fishpond
Picture of a plant by my fishpond
Picture of a branch thing in my front yard
Picture of the side of a tree

Another picture of my dog
Third picture of my dog

Part I

I lied on my side on the bed for a good four hours, thinking about my situation. It didn't do me any good - I knew there were no answers - but my mind was still racing. I tried to block it all out, but it was useless.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought about the cameras. I thought about the bright fluorescent lights and how they illuminated every inch of my body. Now matter which way I turned, he could still see me, every part of me. I hugged myself tighter and closed my eyes.

I thought about his face and the expression he had when he had been watching me. He was enjoying it in more ways than one.

There were no covers on the bed, nothing to cover myself with. The clothes I had on were practically useless.

Sleep finally came after the fear ceased to subdue my tiredness.

For a good long while, this pattern continued. I would wake up, lie awake for hours thinking, and then fall asleep again. I wasn't sure what was worse, the anxiety, the boredom or eventually, the hunger.

Any and all sense of time that I had had was all but gone at that point. I wasn't sure of how long I was awake, how long I was asleep, or even whether it was day or night. All I knew was that time didn't matter. I was still trapped in this room under these cameras.

. . .

"Hello Carol." I was awoken by the man's voice over the microphone. I didn't respond.

"Are you hungry, Carol?" He continued.

"Y...yes..."

"Do you want me to give you food?"

"Yes..."

"What are you willing to do for food at this point?"

"I... I don't know..."

The man didn't respond after that for a while. I kept expecting him to come down here, but after a while, I knew that wasn't the case.

Hours passed and I had fallen asleep again, only to be awoken for a second time by the man over the microphone.

"Hello Carol."

I didn't respond.

"Are you hungry?"

"Y...yes. I already said I was hungry..."

"What are you willing to do for food?"

"You already asked me this..."

"Are you willing to do anything for food at this point, Carol?"

"M...maybe..."

Again, he didn't respond for what seemed like hours and for a third time, I had fallen asleep. Sleep, it seemed, was the only thing that could put my anxious, bored, hungry mind at rest.

"Hello Carol." And for a third time, I was awoken by the man's voice but this time, it seemed closer. I opened my eyes and found the man standing at the left side of the bed.

I sat straight up and looked at him.

"I didn't tell you to sit up, Carol." His voice was cold, but calm. "Lie back down."

I hesitated and stared him down.

The man climbed on top of me and forced my shoulders back onto the bed. I tried to push and struggle against him, but this was useless. Not only was he stronger than me by far, but I was weak from hunger. After a short while, I lied still, rolled my head to the side, and stared at the wall.

"Carol, look at me." He ordered, but I didn't comply. I couldn't bring myself to look at this man.

The man turned my face towards him and slapped me hard. "When I tell you to do something, it's not a request. It's an order, Carol, I expect you to follow it. Do you understand that?"

When I didn't respond, he slapped me again. "Answer me."

"Y...yes... I understand. Just... don't hurt me..." I was so weak from hunger that my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Understand this, Carol. You don't have a decision in what I do to you. You're locked in this room and I'm far stronger than you. If hurting you is what I want to do, then hurting you is what I'll do." He slid his hand up to my neck for emphasis.

He tightened his grip a little on my neck and then continued. "And if hurting you is what I have to do because you're not cooperating with me, then that is also what I will do."

He smiled as I tried in vain to pull his hand away from my neck and tightened his grip again.

I released his wrist from my hands lied there limply and he climbed off on me and stood back beside the bed.

"Now Carol, are you hungry?"

"Y...yes."

"Would you like me to give you food?"

"Yes..."

"What are you willing to do for food at this point?"

"Anything."

New story. I know I haven't finished Pet, fuck Pet. I'll finish it later. >:(

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I opened my eyes wearily and looked around. My eyes started to water at the extreme brightness of the overhead light. The room was empty, except for a small sink and a toilet on the other side of the room and the bed I had woken up on. The walls were gray and there was a heavy looking metal door near the sink. I could spot air vents on the walls to my left and to my right just below the ceiling. The ceiling, by the way, was unusually high.

Still in a daze, I tried to get up, but much to my sleepy dissatisfaction, I found that I couldn't.

Along with a horrid headache, that's when it hit me. I was tied spread eagle to the bed I was laying on by thick ropes. My cunt was exposed by the tiny miniskirt I had been wearing as it as it had been hiked up by my spread legs. The only other article of clothing I was wearing was a black lace bra.

I tried to pull and struggle against the ropes for what seems like an hour, but they wouldn't give. Whoever had tied the knots knew their shit, that's for dammed sure.

My wrists and my ankles were red and sore from rope burn and I was exhausted from the struggling. I began a new kind of struggling and that was the struggle to suppress the panic enough to think logically about the situation.

I knew two things about the current situation. I knew that I had no idea where I was, so even if I was able to get free of these ropes and even if the door next to the sink was stupidly unlocked, I would have no idea how to get out of the building without my captor seeing and more likely than not, I wouldn't know how to get home from here. The second was that the only way I would get free from these ropes would be if my captor came and untied me, and I knew that when he came into the room, he would see my cunt exposed to the open. I also seriously doubt that untying me would be the only thing he would do.

As the last bit of haziness left my mind, I began to think about the last place I was before I wound up here.

. . .

"Hey Carol, you coming or not?" Jim, my boyfriend, shouted to me from downstairs. We were planning to go out to a party that a friend of his was hosting.

"Yeah, hold on, I'll be right there." I called down. I was messing with my outfit. I was always self conscious about the way I looked, ever since I was a little girl. I never wanted anyone to see my body naked. I would always wear pants or long shorts and I would never wear anything more revealing than a T-shirt. The only time I ever wore dresses was to formal events and even then, they would be long dresses with either a high neckline or a sweater to go with it. This dress that I was wearing now was a rare thing for me. The bottom of the dress stopped mid thigh and the neckline of the dress was pretty low.

I was wearing it for Jim. I wanted to make him happy, to be sexy for him. I always felt that I was never a sexual enough girlfriend, so I wanted him to see me in a different way tonight.

I was, however, still embarrassed about how exposed I was, even though the dress really wasn't that revealing. If my brown hair was longer, I'd have put it in front of me to hide my cleavage, but it only came down to my jaw line. I kept pulling the bottom down, but it didn't make a difference. I had tried several different pairs of leggings, but none of them matched the dress well enough.

I figured I would just go like this and make Jim happy, so I left my bedroom and walked downstairs to meet Jim.

"Wow, you look great!" Jim smiled.

"Thanks." I blushed.

"Well, let's get going." He led me out the front door to the car. It was a warm night so, much to my disapproval, it wasn't an excuse to wear a jacket. The sky was clear and the sun had already set.

We drove for about 20 minutes out to where Jim's friend lived. During the car ride, Jim made several satisfactory comments on my outfit, each of which made me blush. He said the tight black dress fit my curves well.

When we got to the party, my heart started racing. I was still nervous about people seeing me. After a few drinks, though, things started to get more comfortable.

Move forward three hours and you'll find me in the girl's bathroom of the party hall after going to the bathroom, washing my hands. I smiled in the mirror and checked my makeup, all the while continuing to fidget with the dress.

The door opened behind me and I thought nothing of it, until I saw a male figure reflected in the mirror.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in here?" I spun around and stared at him.

He walked towards me. "I wanted to say hi."

"And you couldn't do that somewhere that isn't the woman's restroom?" I sneered.

"I wanted to get you alone. I would have lured you up onto the roof with promises of a sweater and some pants, but I figured this was much easier." He locked the door behind him.

"Why did you lock the door?" I kept my stern composition, even though I was starting to get nervous. The man was becoming intimidating.

"So we don't get interrupted. That wouldn't be any good." He took a step closer.

"Yeah, you don't come near me."

"Why not, scared?"

"You're a threat. I'm keeping my distance. I'll talk to you, but you stay that far away or I'm out of here."

"Okay, okay." He smiled, walked back, and leaned against the door. "I've been noticing you playing with your dress all night, trying to keep yourself covered. You know, that dress really isn't that revealing."

"I'm modest, lay off."

He laughed. "Modest, eh? Cute. Well, now that my thirsty curiosity has been quenched, I'll be off." And with that, as quickly and with as much confidence as he had come in with, he had left.

"Well damn, that was weird." I said to myself.

We're moving forward two hours now, to where me and Jim and walking back to the car. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun back there. Hey, I told you it would be a good party." He smiled a friendly smile, putting his arm around me.

"Yeah, you know, you were right." I smiled back, but then I realized I had left my bracelet in the stall in the bathroom. "Oh shit, I have to go back to the bathroom for a second. I left my grandmother's bracelet there."

"It's probably not there any more. Is it really that important?"

"Yeah, it's an antique. If it's not there, I'll just come back."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll be fine." I jogged away back towards the party hall.

As I was going around the side of the building to the entrance closest to the women's bathroom, I heard a rustling somewhere in the bushes next to the building.

"Is... anybody there?" I looked around, but after a few minutes of standing silently, I continued walking after not hearing or seeing a thing.

I didn't take six steps before a man walked up behind me.

"Hey there, Carol, it's me again." It was that man who was in the bathroom with me. I spun around to face him, but as I did, he grabbed my head and shoved a rag into my face. This is the last thing I remember.

. . .

I turned my head to the side to avoid looking at my exposed body. Out of sight out of mind, I figured, but I still couldn't suppress the panic. What was I going to do? How the hell was I going to get out of here? What was this man going to do to me? Would he ever let me go?

After several hours of panic turned boredom, I heard a voice from what I figured was a speaker somewhere in the room.

"Hello Carol." The voice said. It wasn't the voice of the man who had captured me, it was someone different, someone a little older. The voice sounded to be someone in his mid 30's, but the man in the bathroom was probably only in his early 20's. The man in the bathroom was younger than I was.

"Who...who are you?" I stuttered, my voice harsh from all the hours of not speaking.

"I can't tell you my name, Carol. You can address me as sir, though."

"How about I address you as son of a bitch?"

"I don't answer to son of a bitch, but feel free to say it anyways. You're not going to hurt my feelings. It may not be in your best interest, though."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Well, to put it plainly, I'm the one who's going to be controlling every aspect of your life from now on. I'm the only one who's going to give you food, the only one who can untie you, and the only one who can decide if you should be let go or not and when. Boy, after all these hours, you must really have to piss by now. It would be a shame if you couldn't hold it in any longer and you pissed yourself tied to that bed there. Oh, and by the way, you're being watched on closed circuit television. Every inch of that room is being viewed right here on my computer screen from several different angles. I can also see every inch of your body."

"You fucking bastard..."

"I can see you blushing."

"Why...why are you doing this to me?"

"I get bored easily. How bad do you have to piss right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"It may weigh in on my decision to let you up to use the toilet."

"Well, if you must know, I have to go so bad it hurts."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes. I suggest you readjust your attitude and then maybe, if you ask nice enough, I'll let you up."

The next twenty minutes, now that my mind had been drawn off the topic of my escape and onto the top of my bladder, were incredibly painful. I wasn't sure how long I could hold it in.

But the man kept his word and was back in twenty minutes. "Hello Carol."

"Hello...sir." I knew I had to get him to let me up.

"I see you haven't pissed yet. Ask me nicely and maybe I'll untie you."

"Please, will you let me up....sir?"

"I'm looking more for begging than a request."

"Uh... please...please, I'm begging you to untie me!"

"Eh, be more specific."

"Please, sir, please, I have to piss so fucking bad, please!"

I didn't hear from him for another ten minutes, but I was relieved when I heard the clinking of what must have been a lock on the other side of the heavy metal door. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, which I assumed locked on its own. The man was well built and he wore a ski mask to conceal his face.

Normally, I would have been mortified, but the pain in my bladder was distracting me.

"Hello Carol."

"H...hello..."

"I'm going to untie you. If you fight or attack me, I will overpower you, tie you back down, and leave, understand?" He spoke calmly and I knew he wasn't bluffing. The man was taller, bigger, and more muscular than I and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wouldn't stand a chance against him.

"Yes, I understand."

The man walked over to me and paused at the edge of my bed, looking at my body. After a few seconds of running his eyes up and down my form, he began to untie me from the bed.

He stepped back and directed me to stand up. He told me not to do anything without his explicit command, or else he would force me back down onto the bed.

He told me to stand up and walk over to the toilet. He stood five feet to my left, watching me.

"Are you going to go, or not?"

"I...you're watching me..."

"Yes, I am. But you can't hold it in forever. Hike up your shirt and go to the bathroom."

"Please don't look..." I was pleading with him now. My modesty had overpowered my pain.

"No can do, honey. I repeat, hike up your skirt and go to the bathroom."

I reluctantly hiked up my skirt and sat down on the toilet seat. He walked directly in front of me while I started to urinate and I knew he could see my cunt exposed completely. I finished, wiped myself, and then waited for him to say something, tears of embarrassment and violation running down my face.

But he didn't say anything, he simple smiled, turned around, and left.

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Okay, so the user Dangan is collaborating with Sarai and mast3rmind (and maybe Lost-Chances) to create the longest BBS story ever written.

The story is going to have 50+ chapters and it will be posted on Dangan's userpage chapter by chapter.

Now, here's why I'm posting this. They need characters, so that means you. If you want to be a character in the longest BBS story ever, then just leave a comment on Dangan's userpage with your username, real name, and a little background info about you.

Now, actually read his news post because he doesn't just want you spamming up his blog with stupid shit.

:3

...That my last news post was fucktarded, so I'm making a new one. I'll leave the other one up so I can refer back to it at some future point, though.

So uh, yeah. Talk to me or something.

I really have no better idea.

I should finish pet. It's been almost six months.

This thread got me thinking. How many ways can I think of how to kill a man? So that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I'll edit this as I think of more

Currently, I can think of 204 ways to kill a man.

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1 - Beat him to death with a shovel

2 - Suffocate him with a vacuum hose

3 - Burn him at the stake

4 - Stick a firecracker up his ass and light it

5 - Drown him

6 - Slip anthrax into his soup

7 - Push him off a tall buiding

8 - Feed him to a tiger

9 - Stab him in the face with a steak knife.

10 - Inject air bubbles into his veins

11 - Gouge out his eyes and watch him die of shock

12 - Rip out his heart

13 - Starve him

14 - Bash him over the head with a baseball bat

15 - Inject raw sewage into his arteries

16 - Drop him from an air plane

17 - Bash his head through a computer monitor

18 - Bash him over the head with a wooden cross

19 - Shove a raccoon down his throat

20 - Tie him to a railroad track

21 - Kick him in the stomach until you cause him severe internal bleeding

22 - Snap his neck

23 - Inject him with mercury

24 - Suffocate him with a pillow

25 - Force him to stick a knife in a power outlet

26 - Drop kick him in the face several times

27 - Shoot him with a harpoon

28 - Run him over with a car

29 - Bash a computer monitor over his head

30 - Slip lead into his meals for a year.

31 - Inject him with eight times the normal dose of epinephrin.

32 - Lock him in an airtight tube and fill the tube with carbon monoxide.

33 - Overdose him on heroin.

34 - Acid shower

35 - Throw him into an oven

36 - Lock him in an airtight room and wait for him to die of carbon dioxide poisoning

37 - Throw him off a cliff

38 - Force him to eat his hands until he severs his carpel arteries.

39 - Tie him to the back seat of a car with something heavy strapped to the gas petal, set the car in the direction of a steep cliff, a large building, or Jay Leno's chin.

40 - Impale him with glass

41 - Stab a rusty nail into any part of his body, have him get tetanus, and watch him die.

42 - Have a raven eat his heart.

43 - Inject him with a lethal dose of morphine

44 - Make him eat broken glass

45 - Peel off his skin

46 - Sever his jugular vein

47 - Shoot him in the head

48 - Keep him in solitary isolation until he goes insane and kills himself

49 - Feed him to a shark

50 - Give him an enema with an industrial strength water pressure hose.

51 - Fry him on a large frying pan.

52 - Saw him in half with a chain saw.

53 - Feed him to a lion

54 - Overdose him on sleeping pills

55 - Push him into a vat of liquid nitrogen.

56 - Leave him out in the tundra naked and wait for him to die of hypothermia, gangrene, and/or frostbite.

57 - Push him off of a high platform onto a large metal spike. Several metal spikes also work and increase your chances of it actually happening.

58 - Drown him in his own urine.

59 - Drop him into a large pot of boiling water.

60 - Drop him into a volcano.

61 - Throw him into a whirlpool

62 - Leave him in the desert and wait for him to die of dehydration

63 - Feed him to wolves

64 - Feed him several large magnets and then proceed to give him an MRI.

65 - Decapitate him

66 - Hang him

67 - Tie his feet to one truck that's driving in one direction and his head to a truck that's driving in another direction.

68 - Shove a snake down his throat

69 - Shoot him in the head numerous times with a nail gun

70 - Drive a stake through his heart.

71 - Strap him to a bomb

72 - Put him on a plane and then crash the plane

73 - Bash him numerous times over the head with a mallet.

74 - Run him over with a bus

75 - Stab him in the throat with scissors.

76 - Shove his entire arm down his throat.

77 - Bash him over the head with a kayak paddle.

78 - Have him be sat on by an elephant.

79 - Shoot him in the head with a bow and arrow.

80 - Throw him over Niagara Falls

81 - Feed him to hungry Canadians

82 - Wrap a metal wire around his penis and then send a million volts of electricity throw the metal wire.

83 - Stab him in the throat with a pencil

84 - Trample him

85 - Shoot him with a missal

86 - Drop a nuke on him

87 - Crash a plane into him

88 - Destroy his immune system with radiation

89 - Feed him parasites

90 - Give him AIDS

91 - Rip out his lung

92 - Chop off his head with a guillotine.

93 - Death by firing squad.

94 - Fry him on the electric chair.

95 - Beat him with a chalkboard

96 - Infect him with the black plague.

97 - Duct tape over his mouth and his nose and wait for him to die of hypoxia.

98 - Put him in a locked, airtight room and fill the room with laughing gas. Wait for him to suffocate.

99 - Suffocate him with those plastic six pack holders, like ducks.

100 - Explode him with a grenade.

101 - make him step on a land mine

102 - Put him on a boat and crash the boat into an iceberg.

103 - Cane him until he bleeds to death

104 - Strangle him with your hands

105 - Step on his face

106 - Run him over with a crane

107 - Put him in the middle of a chemical explosion

108 - Chuck him at a high voltage power line

109 - Force him to eat uranium.

110 - Cover him in angry wasps.

111 - have him be bitten by poisonous snakes

112 - Have him be constricted by a boa constrictor

113 - Have him drink three gallons of petroleum oil.

114 - Freeze dry him

115 - Have him be trampled by cows

116 - Stone him

117 - Close his neck in a car door

118 - Give him a staph infection

119 - Run him over with a tank

120 - Shoot him with a cannon ball

121 - Shove a cassette tape down his throat

122 - Force him to eat 10 or more spoons.

123 - Put him inside a tire and roll him off a cliff.

124 - Beat him with a keyboard

125 - Strangle him with a guitar sting

126 - Drop a TV on him face

127 - Put him through a meat grinder

128 - Put his head in a wood chipper

129 - Beat him with a metal pipe

130 - Shove a phone down his throat

131 - Surgically remove his stomach

132 - Sew his mouth shut

133 - Cut off the top of his head with a butcher's knife

134 - Feed him to starving children in Africa

135 - Have him get raped by a horse

136 - Suffocate him in the rolls of a very fat man

137 - Kill his liver via alcohol poisoning

138 - Slit his throat with a broken beer bottle

139 - Run him over with a motorcycle.

140 - Infect his child with mad cow disease and feed his child to him.

141 - Run him over with a crane

142 - Drown him in a pool of chocolate

143 - Feed him to a giant squid

144 - Shove a calculator down his throat

145 - Beat him with an angry Mexican

146 - Feed him to hungry jail inmates

147 - Beat him with a guitar amp

148 - Have him sit in the sun for two years straight and then watch him die of melanoma.

149 - Give him a match and have him stand next to a large container of pure oxygen

150 - Surgically remove his brain

151 - Slice open his chest with a sword

152 - Beat him with a typewriter

153 - Strangle him with a very long watch

154 - Slit his throat with sharp diamonds. This is the classy was to go

155 - Put him in a room filled with chlorine gas

156 - Drown him in a vat of paint

157 - Run him over with a bulldozer

158 - Overdose him on meth

159 - Inject apple juice into his veins

160 - Beat him with a laptop

161 - Slit his throat with a broken light bulb

162 - Drop a refrigerator on his throat

163 - Crush his head in between two boulders

164 - Throw him into a burning building

165 - Shove a baby down his throat

166 - Throw him into a vat of poisonous spiders

167 - Crush him with a piano

168 - Drop an anvil on him

169 - Strangle him with an IV tube

170 - Beat him with a rake

171 - Crack his skull on the pavement

172 - Throw him into a boat propeller

174 - Push him out of a helicopter

175 - Tie him to the front of a train and have that train on a collision course with another train

176 - Feed him to rabbit dogs

177 - Shove several tin cans down his throat

178 - Beat him profusely with a history textbook

179 - Throw him into a vat of hot oil

180 - Feed him broccoli contaminated with ecoli

181 - Leave him on a cross to die, like Jesus

182 - Death by lethal injection

183 - Draw and quarter him

184 - Cut open his stomach and pull out his intestines

185 - Feed him tapeworm eggs

186 - Beat him with a tackle box

187 - Run him over with an RV

188 - Suffocate him in between the breasts of a very well endowed woman.

189 - Impale his heart with a tree branch

190 - Kill his family and beat him with their bones

191 - Crash into him with a helicopter

192 - Beat him with a wooden poll

193 - Strangle him with a silk scarf

194 - Strangle him with a mouse cord

195 - Beat him with a dictionary

196 - Bash his face through ice

197 - Give him syphilis

198 - Shove a tea pot down his throat.

199 - Chop him into pieces with an axe

200 - Beat him with a guitar

201 - Beat him with an XBox

202 - Inject him with antifreeze

203 - Drop a bowling ball on his neck

204 - Use him as fishing bait for large fish in the Atlantic Ocean

There have been a lot of names being thrown around about who should be mod and quite frankly, though these users are good, they're not great enough or of mod quality. There is, however, a user whom I believe is the most modship-worthy user on these boards.

This user has contributed greatly to the forums over the many years he's been here and I truly believe that he would be an asset to the mod team in too many ways to name.

This user has caused many of us to smile while at the same time, this user's posts have made many of us stop and think. He puts effort beyond effort into trying to improve this community and to lose him would be a hard, hard loss for us all.

This is why I nominate N3AR512 for mod.

Letters is a new story I'm writing. The story is entirely a conversation in the form of a series of letters that dictates the entire plot. It doesn't have sex in it, btw

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
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Unrelated, MSN = IFUN_has_MSN@hotmail.com

Alright, for a number of reasons, and by that I mean two, I've gotten a new MSN. The first is that, well, some of you may know how extensive and psychotic my contact list. It's just cumbersome and I'm tired of it.

Also, a week or so I accidentally clicked one of those msn virus links and now, even though I've gotten rid of the virus files, when one of my contacts sends me the link, it just automatically sends me trojans.

So, add me: IFUN_has_MSN@hotmail.com