A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: DoctorGreen on October 07, 2010, 11:05:06 am</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2010, 11:05:06 am</strong>
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				Kyle awoke as the sun poured into the windows of his large home. Several of his slaves scurried around the house gather and cleaning things as they moved constantly. He went down to the kitchen opening his stainless refrigerator grabbing a small glass of orange juice standing at the island looking at his slaves do all of his housework. Kyle chuckled to himself walking towards the enormous foyer and opened the large front door to the courtyard. He walked to the shrubbery and looked into the distance. Kyle checked his watch as he saw an military drab net truck barrowling down the stone road towards his home.<br><br>The trucked pulled up with a thunderous stop as dust collected around them. The driver stepped out of the truck and looked to Kyle.<br>"Kyle! It has been so long." The man shouted throwing his hands in the air. The driver was of Mexican decent and had, but of course, a large black mustache sitting underneath his nose.<br>"Ill give you the lot of them for 500,000 Cr." The short man proposed without wasting any time.<br><br>Kyle shook his head being slightly confused only wanting one.<br>"Let me see what you have idiot" Kyle said walking behind the truck. The man opened the doors letting the two guards inside escort the girls out of the truck. They all were chained and linked together moving in a single file line to present themselves in front of Kyle. He saw the terror on most of their faces as he walked past. He saw her. She stood there in utter beauty. Even though she had been shipped most likely from far, far away, she was in very good condition. Perky, cute, and the face of a an angel.<br><br>"How much for her?" Kyle said pointing to the girl at the end of the line. The Girls with what seemed to be the most fear.<br>Kyle pulled the man aside and spoke a few words with him. Kyle pulled out his wallet and paid the man a few thousand dollars and turned towards his new purchase. <br>"I wonder, Oh I wonder what her name is." Kyle said walking toward her taking her hand as she was un-cuffed.<br>"come dear, let me show you the grounds." Kyle said walking her naked body into the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2010, 11:20:25 am</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png) </div><br>Her naked body brushed against the next girls as she was jostled about inside the truck. The others shook as if knowing what was to befall them, while Verona took her seat and gazed about looking for the best route of escape. Her life has she knew it would never be the same. The daughter of a wealthy banker she had been on holidays with some friends when some men had started making their acquaintance. Of course she had wanted anything to do with them but the following morning she had woken naked and bruised in a small room. There was no sign of her friends and no sign of anyone else. For several day she had been left there, bound hand and foot to a wall and left to her own defenses. Terrified she had made herself hoarse with screaming but when they did come to remove her, it was to hose her down, clean her up, feed her a little before shackling her to a bunch of other girls. All the others were a blend of Asian and African, all stunningly beautiful. For days they moved across bumpy roads stopping to be herded out as if put on show then shoved back in again. She had been poked and prodded and each time she had spat or tried to kick out. Her temper if they had bothered to inquire was notorious.<br><br>By the time the truck stopped again, she was weary and hungry. Her eyes blinked when sunlight pierced the truck and once again they were shuffled out for inspection. Verona's deep red hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, so long it covered her body so as to make her feel less decent compared to the others. Her emerald green eyes flashed angrily when the trader took off her cuffs. Her pale skin was all but glowing in the sunlight, she was indeed a vision to look upon. So she was to be brought and sold like some common slave girl. Her eyes flashed treacherously once more.&nbsp; The man came then towards her and took her hand, she stiffened visibly but followed him. Anything was surely better than being in that truck again. <br><strong>"I do not belong here" </strong>she told him when she had entered his house. Her proud chin tilting enough to show defiance, <strong>"I am not a slave and I most certainly am not YOUR slave!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2010, 01:16:20 pm</strong>
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				“I could tell, by your complexion and hair, that you would be a handful.” Kyle said holding her firmly by the arm. “You are very beautiful. I am surprised you have not been damaged because of it.” Kyle said turning the corner of the corridor letting go of her letting her walk by herself. He knew if she had attempted to run, it would have been the greatest chase in months. Kyle’s desire for her increased as they walked; she had an essence around her that captured Kyle as soon as he placed his eyes on her.<br><br>They walked to a room with several cots spread across the floor with a dresser behind each. He walked over to the last cot in which had new blankets and pillows folded on top of it. “ If you at to ever get sick of these accommodations there is room in the basement with the other disobedient or in my room, with the privileged. Kyle smirked slightly at his remark. <br><br>“Get dressed. . . “Kyle said pointing to the dresser behind her, “ . .&nbsp; and meet me in the great room. If you need anything, I have a number of slaves who can assist you.” Kyle turned around walking away peering behind him to catch one more glimpse of her as he exited.<br><br>Kyle went to the great room kissing a slave on the neck as she sat on the couch in the center of the room across from the fire place. He walked around sitting down on the couch and the slave instinctively laid her head across his lap.”Do you think she will make us break her, or will she move along with procedure?” Kyle said stroking the side of her head.<br><br>The slave picked her head up” We will break her whether she is compliant or not, she is not taking my position.” Ivory said with contempt.<br>Kyle tapped her head as a playful punishment.” Come now Ivory, no one is getting replaced.” Kyle said resting her head on his lap once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 07, 2010, 04:09:38 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>Verona felt as if she were being dragged along the vast corridors until suddenly he let her go. Her first instinct was to run for it but instinct took over and she knew that she had no idea where she was to go too, where exactly she was and how she would get there when she was completely naked. His words caused her to grumble some more but she refused to point out the large bruise on her lower back from the boot she had been kicked with two days before hand or was he blind to the markings around her wrists and ankles where the cuffs had held her firm? She gathered though that his idea of damaged was possibly not the same as her own and could only deduce that the reason the crone had come into her cell was to discover whether or not she was a virgin. She was of course and the crone had left smiling. Verona wondered now if her price had been set higher because of this because on finding this nugget of information her treatment had been improved somewhat.<br><br>The room he showed her too was awful but a damn sight better than the hovel she had been incarcerated in. Her bare feet padded silently after him, she had yet to look at him properly and even now when she had the opportunity to do so from a step behind him Verona could not entertain the notion. The words again bitten back that this room was preferable to a basement or one with him, her shrewd mind was noting everything else and had little room for her smart tongue at that point. He left her to her own defices and opening the dresser found only briefs and a beige looking shift that fell to just her knees. A sash at least to tie around her waist before she pulled her hair back and piled it on top of her head in a rough chignon. She cared not how she looked and yet in even those meagre garments she looked like a priceless treasure. <br><br>With the guidance of another slave she made her way to the room he had ordered her too and stepping inside saw him sitting with another woman laid out upon his lap. She let herself look at him properly now, not calling attention to herself until she was sure she had the measure of him. Unfortunately of course the man was devastating, a knot formed in her stomach but pride and dignity saw her through this mild attraction. Standing her ground she finally announed her presence.<br><strong>"You rang?"</strong> Verona quipped lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 09:48:12 am</strong>
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				Kyle’s head turned at the slave quickly came out of her quarters. Normally they stay put until action must be taken.” Come have a seat, and join us.” Kyle said peering down at Ivory to see the look of pure jealousy wipe over her face. As he asked Ivory got up from her spot and gave a glare to Verona. Ivory walked away with a slow entrancing pace. Catching the eye of Kyle but he soon turned back to Verona.<br><br>“You are very beautiful, How did you end up in slave trade?” Kyle looked at her motioning for her to come sit with him. Verona’s beauty filled Kyle with joy like it was his first slave. Kyle sat with his arm around the back of the couch looking intently into her eyes. Kyle wondered what Verona was going to play. If she was going to comply without punishment, or she will act loyal to only attempt to escape. All possible options. He waited to watch her move like a predator watches its prey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 01:12:52 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>Verona looked for a moment towards the seat he offered and felt the hair on the back of her neck rise, she was sure he wanted her to simper over him as the other woman was doing and knew she would refuse point blank. It simply wasn’t in her to behave like the other female. The disparaging look that was cast her way did not go unnoticed but Verona bore it well, keeping her chin high and her poise impeccable. She was indeed cut from sterner cloth but was more vulnerable than she let on. Tentatively she moved to the chair but did not sit close to him, she chose instead to sit on the far edge though turned to face him.<br><br><strong>“I am not a slave. I was kidnapped, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would return me. My family would greatly appreciate it”</strong> she felt a glimmer of hope spring up within her, wondering if he would actually recognise the difference in her compared to his other slaves. She was not like the rest, the mould had definitely been broken when she had was born. The glimmer of hope shone in her eyes as she looked at him, would she see her home again and soon?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 01:56:42 pm</strong>
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				Kyle’s face went from happy go lucky, to serious. “Kidnapped. . .” Kyle said sitting up on the couch rubbing his chin very sarcastically. “Who, and who are you. You must be very important. I bet your whole family is looking for you!” Kyle said sitting back on the couch lighting up a cigarette blowing smoke out of his nostrils looking back at Verona.<br><br>“You are very, gorgeous. Should never have been placed into slavery, its awful.” Kyle said as he stood up and got closer to her as she sat, poised like a queen.”There is something different about you though, not like the other girls.” Kyle said folding one leg over the other looking at her with a smile. “ I don’t want you to worry Verona, You will love it here. You will grow to love me. Everyone has.” Kyle said standing up again walking over to the window watching several slaves outside tending to the lawn work.<br><br>“How can I make you feel comfortable little one?” Kyle said looking back at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 02:50:03 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>Verona looked at him quizzically, was he for real? First he asked her who she was but then he was assuring her that she would love it here. Watching him smoke and move to the window she furrowed her brow in consternation. This was seriously not happening, did he truly expect her to stay here with him? Obviously the guy was an ego maniac. She stood up slowly as he turned to face her, anger now flared in her eyes.<br><strong>“I won’t be staying here, you can do what you damn well please but I won’t be staying.”</strong><br><br>She immediately took a step away from the seat towards the door she had entered though she still faced him.<br><strong>“What does it take for you to get it into your head… I am not a slave girl and just because you paid some fool for me does not mean you owe me! I am a human being and damned right I’m not like the others … because I don’t belong here!”</strong><br><br>Verona wondered herself then just how many of these other girls were in a similar position to her. How many of them had been taken and sold to this man. Just because he was good looking meant nothing, he was a male pig buying women to flounce about after him! Indignant she glared at him, her hands balling into fists.<br><strong>“You cannot keep me here, don’t even think to try!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 03:52:44 pm</strong>
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				Kyle took a deep inhale off of his smoke and turned around briefly as she clenched her fists. He saw the raw anger inside of her that all slaves start with. It is truly amazing when he gets to take their passion right out from under them. He looked behind the doorway in which she stood. He peered quickly and turned back to Verona.<br><br>“Fine. . “ Kyle said stamping out his cigarette into his hand burning his hand. He didn’t show one grimace or let out one yelp of pain. He stood silent burning the cigarette into his skin. He looked up at her with her look of indifference. “ Your free” Kyle said looking away at the window watching his slaves work, not speaking another word to Verona as she stood dumbfounded.<br><br>Little did Verona know that the entire plantation new, the electrified fence lay 200 yards past the acreage line on the property. Even if she made it the entire way off the property, without other slaves stopping her, she would fry trying to climb the fence.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2010, 03:12:07 am</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>She watched the smoke curl as he inhaled once again, rigid now and ready for whatever he demanded of her or did to her, Verona was not expecting his nonchalance. Nor indeed was she expecting him to stub out his cigarette into his hand. Unable to control the grimace that lit her face, she took an involuntary step backwards, the backs of her long shapely legs connecting with the seat once again and almost causing her to sit down. Steadying herself she just managed to remain standing. <br><br>The words ‘your free’ hung in the air, she allowed them to ruminate within her mind for a moment before a smile crossed her beautiful face. She seemed to light up from within, he really was going to let her go. This time the involuntary step was to move forward. Her green eyes seemed to illuminate from within and as breathtaking as she was, she seemed ethereal now. <br><strong>“Thank you….”</strong> She had never even caught his name, taking a step away she stopped again turning to look at him, <strong>“Where exactly am I? Do you have a telephone that I could use?”</strong><br><br>Surely he would allow her that much considering he was letting her go, surely he would let her phone her family to reassure them that she was well and would be home soon. Verona watched him carefully, hoping that he would not suddenly change his mind.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 13, 2010, 08:07:23 am</strong>
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				Kyle looked back and forth to Verona and then to the window. She watched her hesitant steps back and forward then stopping when she heard his proclamation of her freedom.&nbsp; He saw her face as he said. He wanted to see her face happy. It seemed such a shame to keep that beautiful girl unhappy. Kyle has had various slaves and none of them had been granted freedom.”There is not phone here. . , you will have to wait for the post.” Kyle said reluctantly walking over to his bookshelf. He pulled out an unknown book sifting through the pages. The book was entitled “Slaving: The Complete Bible of Slavery”.<br><br>“Chapter One: I want my freedom.” Kyle began to read. “As the golden role of slavery will go, never let your slaves go free. It will be there number one goal to achieve this freedom.&nbsp; You, as the slaver must strip their lives of any reason, that they may want freedom as a human being.” Kyle closed the hand book shifting through to further chapters.<br><br>“Chapter 36: Punishment and Torture. . . “Kyle began with an obviously very aggravated tone. “ ahhh, Why do I even have to read this I already know.” Kyle threw the book across the room slamming into a globe sitting across the room. Now Kyle was getting more and more upset with his newest slave. “Grant you freedom have you gone mad.” Kyle started yelling as he walked towards her with a fast confident pace.”The things I will do. . .” Kyle grabbed her arm dragging her out of the room, obviously not letting her go any time soon. He paced to the great hall where several slaves gathered to chatter about latest gossip through the mansion. Kyle tramped up to them about 8 feet away he tossed Verona onto the floor in front of them, making her slide to their feet.<br><br>“Take her to the room; make her forget about her family.” Kyle said in a now, extremely angry tone. He turned his back and started walking the direction he came. Kyle looked back at the girls all sort of dumbstruck “NOW. . “ Kyle shouted still walking back to the den. The five slaves at the last request quickly bent down and picked up Verona as she lay on the floor in awe. They started walking upstairs. The curving staircase went around as they reached the second floor. They made a right down a long corridor. Many doors on each side; they walked past many of them to reach the final door. He opened it with a key waking into the room two slaves parted inside the room for preparation as three left behind to contain Verona. They opened the door dragging her into the room which contained many pieces of furniture, that which all had chains and restraints attached to each piece. They threw her onto the long couch slapping her in the face to subdue her for the restraints. They attached one to her wrist and one to her ankle. They laughed looking at her with desire; they touched her legs as they walked out of the room. In walked what seemed to be a head mistress. She walked with an upward, straight posture, her heels clicking as she walked.<br><br>She pulled up a chair from the corner of the room sitting on it placing her baton on her face pushing her down slightly.”What is the deal champ, sisters told me you got him angry.” She said surprisingly in a sort of sincere tone. She dragged the whip down her neck to her legs tapping her feet slightly as she spoke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 14, 2010, 09:19:46 am</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>She nodded as he said there was no phone, wondering why in this day and age he wouldn't have one but accepting for now his word on the matter. The post would be slow but at least a start! She barely had time to think anything through however when the man walked to a book shelf and removed a hefty tome from it's shelves. Verona stepped forward as she read the title and when he began to read from the book, any smile or gleam of hope that had once been there slid slowly away. What was he reading? Why was he reading that to her?<br><br>The book slammed into a globe across the room and instinctively she flinched, hastily turning back to him and shaking her head.<br><strong>"But ... I'm not a ... no wait!"</strong> none of her words came out right, none would have been listened too if they had. He had never any intention of letting her go and as he stormed towards her she tried to retreat but suddenly his strong grip grabbed her arm, dragging her helplessly across the room. Her feet barely kept pace with him and when he came to a stop, she did not as he sent her flailing across the corridor floor to land in a heap at their feet. <br><br>Verona sat up, brushing her thick hair from her face as she glowered at him.<br><strong>"That is not my room!"</strong> she yelled, knowing she too could get angry when she needed too, <strong>"You can never make me forget who I am or who my family is!"</strong> she refused to shut up and even when he barked at them to take her directly, she pushed her feet down and dragged her heels the entire way. She was pinched mercilessly for her efforts on her arms and eventually two of the slaves grabbed her legs as well, Yet still Verona struggled in their grasps, yelling all the while.<br><strong>"You can't keep me here! I am NOT your property! You ASS HOLEE!"<br></strong><br>She was at the point where she couldn't careless what they did to her now, how much worse could it truly get. When finally they tossed her into a room, dumping her unceremoniously on the couch she squirmed away from them, not liking at all how they looked at her. Gathering her legs up close to her so that they'd stop touching her, Verona wrapped her arms about them. It did no good however, she was awarded a slap for her efforts and then manacled by a wrist and ankle the other slaves left her but not alone. Another woman entered the room and one Verona instantly feared, perhaps it was the baton she didn't know but she would rather her chances with the hapless slaves than with this one.<br><strong>"I got him angry? What do I care ... I'm not his... this is a huge mistake!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 14, 2010, 10:15:34 am</strong>
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				Kyle still fuming went back to his den picking up the book he so carelessly threw across the room. He scratched his head slightly and placed it back on the shelf behind his desk. Kyle sat in his chair with a large plop and swiveled slightly with a pondering look upon his face. Kyle grabbed a piece of paper jotting a few things down pushing it aside as his attention turned to the window.<br><br>The head mistress, Cassandra, sat looking at Verona intently. She dragged the baton up and down her body intending to intimidate her. "He says, you must be punished." She said standing up and placed her foot on the chair sliding it back vigoursly to the wall. She stood up walking behind the couch, her leather boots rubbing together as she walked. Cassandra put the baton underneath her chin pulling up closing her air way. While still holding her neck, she called in for two slaves." Tiffany, Amanda, Now." She said tugging slightly more on her neck keeping her subdued.<br><br>Two women slaves scurried in one with a ball gag and one with more restraints. Tiffany came to Cassandra with the ball gag roughly placing it around Verona's mouth slapping her cheeks and shaking her chin saying" Get ready hunny", while Cassandra tugged one more stiff tug on her throat. Amanda followed after Tiffany with back restraints, securing both ankles to her wrists behind her back. Cassandra pulled back her baton striking it directly on the lower portion of her back. She pulled the top of her scalp back looking into her eyes smacking her hard enough in the face with a open palm she knocked her onto the cement floor. Cassandra walked around her now, she laying on the floor, she took out a switch blade opening it in front of her eyes slowly dragging it down her neck to her chest."Such a beautiful body to ruin." She said as she ran the knife through her clothes stripping them off of her once more.<br><br><br>She closed her knife squatting down to be eye to eye with her. “You better do what he says, Or he will do it, whether you are cooperative or not little lady.” She stuck her baton between her legs twisting&nbsp; and grabbing her face at the same time. As she stood she gave Verona a swift kick to the abdomen and then turned around to her back. Cassandra picked her up, and placed her on a cart in the corner of the room.” It’s over now girly.” She said as she pushed her out of the room, naked on this cart completely restrained. They returned to the den once more where Kyle sat behind his desk looking into the distance. His head turned and looked at Cassandra. He stood up and walked over to both women. He looked at Verona with almost hate in her eyes and then looked to Cassandra.<br><br><br>He took the baton off of Cassandra, slapping her across the face with it putting her on the ground eye level with Verona. Cassandra gave Verona a dirty look and stood back up, as she was supposed to.” Leave us.” Kyle said to Cassandra. Cassandra quickly left the room closing the door behind her.” Do you like whats going on so far?” he said taking her gag off.” Im sorry about that, gag’s aren’t my thing.” He said throwing it onto the couch.” I like to hear what you have to say.” Kyle said picking her up&nbsp; tossing her onto his couch. He sat next to her touching her body as they talked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 15, 2010, 03:41:06 am</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>Her eyes watched the woman wearily, more so the baton in her hands. Fear was slowly turning to terror by her words and as soon as the chair crashed against the wall, Verona flinched staring up at the woman approaching her. All manner of things ran through her head, convinced that she was going to be beaten within an inch of her life she flinched even more as Cassandra tipped her chin with the baton. Her head was so crudely tilted she found it hard to breath and struggled even to do so through her nose. The woman seemed to be enjoying her moment of torture, Verona thought at any moment she would pass out. She wanted to cough so bad, to heave great lung fulls of air back into herself but didn’t dare. The thought of reaching out with her free hand and punching this woman in the stomach did come to her but she resisted for now.<br><br>In entered two women and Verona gazed in abject fascination and horror when she saw the restraints and a gag. What in the world did they mean to do to her? She struggled against the baton at her neck and the ball gag being fastened too her. Spots were beginning to form before her eyes from the pressure to her throat but she refused to give in or give up. Her cheeks slapped she wanted to spit back at the woman but her teeth were now clamped over the red ball positioned in her mouth. She felt terrified and wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry but knew that was a luxury she would never be allowed. <br><br>Next they tied her ankles and wrists but to make it even more painful, strapped them to one another. She felt like a trust up pig being basted for the next meal but it was relief more than anything else she felt when the baton was finally moved from her throat. The relief was short lived as it came crashing down on her spine, tears spilled down her eyes and she tried to scream in pain but of course it was muffled. Her hair was pulled sharply and again she tried to scream and again it was dulled completely. Verona’s face cracked to the side as she was slapped and falling back to the cold hard floor she inwardly pleaded for her father to help her. With the sound of the blade opening, she eyed it with a new terror, convinced she would be cut now or that pieces of her would be cut up and posted to her family. The thought nearly made her faint. <br><br>The blade tore through the slave shift she had worn, revealing every sinew and curve, the beautiful full breasts and milky skin. Cassandra’s face came close again, threats issued as the baton was roughly placed between her legs. She attempted to squirm away but the she-devil was holding her chin in place. In a single movement Cassandra stood and booted her again to her stomach. Instinctively her body curled inwards as Verona’s cries were muffled. The pain her body experienced was intense, she wanted it to end. Needed it too but was slowly seeing the rest of her life as being nothing but these beatings and humiliations. <br><br>Dragged from the room after being shoved unceremoniously into a cart, Verona shivered. She wanted to feel sorry for herself but her fear was greater. Certain that her ordeal was by no means complete as they brought her into the office she had been in earlier. It felt like an eternity ago now and part of her wished she had kept her mouth shut then. The other part of her wished she had done things differently altogether. Had stayed with her friends instead of wandering off through the market place on her own. As Kyle moved from his desk she could at first look at him but when she did, she wished every ounce of woe to befall him. <br><br>What happened from then on was a blur as she saw Cassandra falling to the floor by her own face after being struck. She could only gape at her, wishing he had not done that because now the woman would make her life a ruddy nightmare. The thought made her want to laugh, how could it get any worse… it was already a nightmare!<br>With the woman ordered from the room Kyle came to her, questioning her as he removed the gag from her mouth. The release of pressure was a relief but her jaw ached something terribly. Effortlessly he picked her up, placing her on to the couch and sitting beside her. She was too exhausted to flinch from him though every inch of her wanted too. His hands began to touch her and for now she could careless, he was not hurting her and that was all she was concerned about for now.<br><strong>“Please”</strong> her voice was low, soft and gentle. It was as beautiful as she and ached to be heard, <strong>“help me.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>October 21, 2010, 08:03:10 am</strong>
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				Kyle put his hand on her cheek, dragging his fingers across her face. He just knew even though, there was a slight urge to let her free, but he could not. Kyle looked at her body lay beaten on the floor. He sighed knowing it was such a shame to waste.” You are a beautiful girl, you can stay with me.” Kyle said picking her up off of the floor. She dusted her off covering her up with a blanket that lay on his couch. Her skin lit up by the firelight, the fact that she was seeking some sort of refuge was good.<br><br>He leaned in kissing her on the forehead as she spoke leaning back onto the couch reclining comfortable inviting her to join. “After all that, I know you need to relax.” Kyle said as he opened his arm creating a space for her to comfortably lie. Kyle looked at her waiting for her response. If she refused, it seemed to be punishment until dawn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>October 29, 2010, 06:32:26 am</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br>His touch made her shiver, it was not gentle but it wasn't rough either and yet she sensed in him something to fear. He had already proven she should, though it was the women who had treated her terribly he was the one who had placed her in their hands. She scoffed at his words as he placed the blanket on top of her. Knowing that it was pointless to say anything and she certainly couldn't fight, not shackled like an animal beside him. The kiss to her forehead felt as if it burnt her skin, she wanted to shirk herself away from him but couldn't and when he opened his arms up to her Verona seriously thought he was crazy. He had to be! Did he really think that she would just lie in his arms as if the past few hours or days for that matter had not happened? Yet, she was exhausted and this was the first few instances of human decency and kindness she had experienced and her body craved it. Her soul craved it. Slowly she allowed herself to be guided into the crook of his arm and lying with her head upon his lap she curled herself into a foetal position, closing her eyes and praying that when she awoke this nightmare would have ended.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fighting Chance( DRG / Kendra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DoctorGreen</strong> on <strong>November 01, 2010, 09:22:42 am</strong>
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				Kyle let her sink into the comfort of his arm. He knew she needed rest after was they had done to her. He had instructed for them to be extra aggressive with her for starters. He sighed conducting his breaths in rhythm trying to put her to sleep. It had been a long few days for this girl, and she may need a few days to acclimate. He dragged his thumb across her forehead one last time watching her drift to a easy, restful slumber. He sighed once more putting his arms underneath her motionless body. He walked her down the hall to a empty, single, room. Not her normal cot, an actual room. <br><br>He draped a comforter over her sleeping body; a small sigh of relief comes from Verona as she feels the soft bed form to her body. Kyle went to a separate empty bed room looking out the window shortly then retiring to his bed.&nbsp; The sun came back around soon, just beginning to peek through the windows Kyle opened his bleak eyes and sat up in bed. He shifted around rubbing his head and standing, walking towards the bathroom.&nbsp; He came back out after a few minutes and the proceeded downstairs to the kitchen.<br>As Kyle entered the kitchen was bustling with movement. All of his slaves shuffling around preparing breakfast. They all stopped as he entered the kitchen. “Relax girls.” Kyle said grabbing a cup of coffee adding two sugars and one cream. “Cassandra. . “ Kyle said looking over to her as she cut oranges for juicing. She stopped what she was doing and looked up quickly at Kyle. “Go and check on your patient.” Kyle said while receiving a kiss from a passing slave. Cassandra rolled her eyes after receiving a slight lashing&nbsp; from Kyle’s hand. Cassandra walked up to Verona’s room with contempt throwing open the door. <br>“Slave, Breakfast is ready.” Cassandra said shortly<br><br>I am moving this RP into Light:Exotic Solo's entitled. Rethinking Ideals (DRG / Kendra)
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