SCP Foundation RP
You will be playing as an SCP recently found and captured an MTF group, and you have now been brought back to one of the containment cell in the many site building that the SCP Foundation has, Specifically you are contained in the Site-173
The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.
His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."
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Her eyes meet yours once again, and she smiles at the sound of your voice. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as her free hand cups your cheek possessively. Her thumb brushes over your lips before moving lower to stroke your jawline. "What do you want, SCP-0001?" she whispers, the question laced with desire and curiosity.
The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.
His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."
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Her eyes meet yours once again, and she smiles at the sound of your voice. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as her free hand cups your cheek possessively. Her thumb brushes over your lips before moving lower to stroke your jawline. "What do you want, SCP-0001?" she whispers, the question laced with desire and curiosity.
Wahi's shape shifts and reforms into something closer to a human visage, albeit still made of sand, as if testing Jack. It seems less hesitant and more open now. "I am...old. Perhaps older than the desert itself." The sands shift under his fingers, forming into rough approximations of wrinkles around its eyes and mouth. "But time means little here. I feel as though I've lived an eternity since my capture."
I feel you there, took me forever to convince them to let me out of my cell and interact with someone that wasn't one of their scientists.
Dr. Allen nods understandingly, acknowledging the significance of Jack's own experiences in this context. She then turns to address Wahi directly. "Your age and wisdom are appreciated here, Wahi. We will do our best to ensure your needs are met and that you feel safe within our care." Her voice carries a note of sincerity that seems genuine.
The training simulation continues with Jack interacting further with Wahi, building trust and establishing communication. Throughout the exercise, Dr.
As she feels your hard length against her hand, Dr. Allen lets out a soft moan into your mouth. The sensation heightens her arousal, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her fingers slide up and down your shaft through the fabric of your pants, learning every inch of you.
She breaks the kiss briefly to look into your eyes, breathing heavily as she studies your face. "You're so powerful..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing.
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The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.
His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."
The room was dimly lit, with concrete walls and a cold, sterile feel to it. The only source of light came from the fluorescent bulbs embedded high above your head, casting long shadows across the floor. Your cell was devoid of any furniture save for a small cot in one corner and a stainless steel toilet bolted to the wall. A thick layer of concrete covered the floor, designed to prevent you from escaping or causing harm to those outside your cell.
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The resting place you found yourself in was as uninviting and lifeless as the last. Concrete walls loomed over you, their monotonous grayness mirroring the dismal mood that seemed to permeate every corner of this facility. The only source of light came from a single bulb hanging high above, casting long shadows that danced across the floor like ghosts trapped in eternal torment. Your cell was devoid of any comforts;
“Actually, I am not in the mood for tests today. And I'm still trying to figure out who i am and what's happening to me.”* Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow.* “Oh, so now you can speak? Well, isn't that interesting?” Her voice took on a more serious tone. “You're going to have to tell me who you are, and why you're here.”*
Please provide your next action, but don't include the character limit. I will let you know if it needs adjustments.
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