(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">TILLIE LeBON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been interesting growing up in the orphanage. I never knew what they did to my Mama, but I'm told the penalty for using a fake EE license is pretty severe. As for me, I was a fully trained, collared, conditioned and happy sex slave. They had kept me locked in a slightly uncomfortable chastity belt since I was thirteen and had my first period, and I was actually really glad to get that off. I sat in the cell with my two fellow slaves, fingering the new collar around my neck. Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't trying to get it off, I wanted it there. It was the sole reason for my existence to wear this collar and to pleasure whatever man bought me in whatever way he desired.<br/><br/>"Kind of exciting isn't it?" I asked, more to break the silence than anything else. "I'm Tillie, by the way. At least, that's what I used to be. I guess my name now is whatever my master will choose it to be, but until he buys me, I'm still Tillie".<br/><br/>Nerves, that's what it was. Would I be bought by some handsome young man or by an ugly, smelly old fart? The rich, I knew, were generally older, unless they had inherited their money, and I'd seen my DMV.  I was pretty, 18 and a virgin, and I would fetch €19,995 on the open market. The thought that I was worth more than a decent family car made me tingle with pride. "I wonder who's going to buy me? Someone rich. It would be nice if he's handsome, but I really don't care. Just as long as he's<em>cruel</em>". I giggled. I had been taught to enjoy pain. From the age of ten when I entered the orphanage, I had been rewarded with pain and punished with solitude. I craved pain. But I had been taught that to inflict it on myself was to be punished most severely - an entire day locked in a dark, padded case with no light, no sound, no smell, no heat, no cold, and only the softest touch, all because I was caught pinching my own nipples.<br/><br/>My body was not mine, that's what I learned. It belonged to whoever bought me, and he would do with it as he wished.