(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/CallieAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Callie Shaw</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Callie listened to the answer but found herself not liking the response. Cutting off her legs? That such a thing even occurred to Tillie as a possibility concerned her. One about which Callie thought she far too calm. Admittedly, she supposed she was the odd one out in being uncomfortable with the prospect of slavery, or a 'good solid fuck' but she found it difficult to empathize with the alternate opinion.<br/><br/>Callie turned her head sharply, gazing back over her shoulder at Tillie's question, but didn't keep eye contact for more than a moment.<br/><br/>"Sure," she said, abruptly, and dishonestly. Solid was definitely not the word she was looking for. In truth, she wasn't really looking forward to getting 'fucked' in general. She didn't have to say so, though. She supposed pretending for her cell-mates was a pointless endeavour but she didn't really care. Their attitude toward the whole situation left her at an impasse, feeling both very alone and overcrowded.<br/><br/>It wasn't that the prospect of having a master had disappointed her notions of how her first time would be, that much she'd known for as long as she could remember. Quite the contrary, it was a girl, nearly her own age at the time, being fucked for her first time in front of her and her sisters by their father. She didn't want that, anything but. A woman, a young man, someone shy and unwilling. Anyone but the sadistic limb-cutter, or rough and tumble man of marathon sex she was imagining for Sophie. Maimed or used up seemed an altogether undesirable future, and she wanted one. Maybe, just maybe, she could end up a nurse and fuck-slave to some senile old man, who'd find her sexy well into middle age, and then, maybe, bequeath her to a young grandson or something, who'd find her age a strange kind of pleasure, and keep her around, out of pity, if not actual desire? Too much to hope for, she knew, but a girl could dream, couldn't she?