The Farm - Auction Hall
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				Title: <strong>The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 10:07:25</strong>
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				The largest single building on the Farm, the Auction Hall was built so its exterior resembled a barn.&nbsp; The interior however was a single large room filled with seats, and a stage on one side.&nbsp; A podium sat on the stage, flanked by a row of restraints to either side, each marked by a large number.&nbsp; The restraints were comprised of a wooden beam hanging from the ceiling by a chain, from which hung a pair of manacles.&nbsp; Finally, a pair of manacles were chained to the floor to fasten around the ankles.&nbsp; When fully restrained, a slave was forced to keep their arms above their head, and could move no more than a foot in any direction.<br><br>The auction itself was handled by a portly man who was known only as the Auction Master.&nbsp; Behind him, a large computer screen recorded current bids.&nbsp; To bid, an owner lifted a paddle with the number of the slave he wanted to bid on.&nbsp; &nbsp;All slaves were bid on at the same time, often making for a chaotic situation.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 06:28:14</strong>
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				The slaves had arrived at the Farm by truck and plane, gagged and hooded as they were loaded onto the various vehicles.&nbsp; When they arrived they were stripped, washed, collared, then dragged to another room.&nbsp; They were each manacled in place, their hands bound above their heads and their ankles to the floor.&nbsp; Then, the hoods were pulled away to reveal a room full of people.<br><br>The owners had arrived by luxury vehicle and private jet.&nbsp; They were left to their private houses until the call was sent out, the auction was ready.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Let me begin."</strong>&nbsp; The portly man standing at the podium between the bound slaves began.&nbsp; <strong>"By providing a bit of information on our current units."&nbsp; </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 08:49:32</strong>
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				<strong>Slave 1</strong> <br><br>. . . is a 21 year old woman from the UK who was taken while backpacking around South America. <br><br>She is 5’10, has a lithe athletic body that will bend into almost any position imaginable and plenty of spirit, which her future owner will no doubt take great pleasure in breaking. As many buyers prefer to ‘train’ their slaves personally she has not yet been subjected to any formal discipline and is ready to be moulded into her owner’s perfect woman, whatever form that may take. <br><br>Clearly she is well suited to any physical task to which she is applied and will recover quickly from any torture or punishment that her owner sees fit to apply. <br><br>She is a fine specimen of womanhood, though sadly not a virgin. <br><br><em>In the darkness, Catherine writhed and twisted against the shackles that held her arms high above her head. The sharp metal chaffed her skin and a fine trickle of blood from her wrist made its way unsteadily down her forearm. She could hear the buzzing crowd and tried unsuccessfully to think of anything but the countless eyes focussed on her naked humiliation. The hood was removed and&nbsp; she stared in disbelief and the assortment of assembled buyers as they mulled around inspecting the produce on sale</em>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 13:25:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.muscle-girls.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/31.jpg)</div><strong>Jane - Slave #2</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4790056#msg4790056)<br><br>... is a 22-year-old, black female. She used to be an athlete but we don't know much about her past. We got her in a discount package. We have been said that she had already made three escape attempts and nobody has been able to break her rebellious mind. If you want my advice, she should be reserved for hard labour, properly covered with chains, or as a practice dummy. Because of her tendency to be bad-mouthed and arrogant, we have been forced to gag her with that bit-gag but if anybody wants to examine the health of her teeth we'll of course remove it for the inspection.<br><br><em>Jane blinked as the hood was lifted from her sweaty head. When she realised she was exposed in front of a crowd, shame, indignation and anger made her blood boiling and she clenched her teeth hard on the thick wooden stick that was passed transversally of her mouth and strapped behind her head. Her strong muscles bulged as she yanked on the chain of her wrists and ankles, making her proud breasts to bounce and sway on her heaving chest. A sheen of perspiration was soon causing her skin to glisten under the spot-lights. She really looked like a trapped panther, a furious wild animal dangerous to get close to. The chains holding her were groaning and creaking as she pulled on them forcefully.</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 16:32:34</strong>
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				<strong>Dirk stood up and moved to the stage to get a better look at the first two 'prospects' his eyes only glanced at the Nubian for that is in fact what the big Negro reminded him of.. a Nubian goddess of some sort. He knew for a fact that this Africana would have to be caged and bound at all times.... her arms and hands looked like the would break his neck if he bought her .. and aye.. her legs to look like the would twist and crack on command..<br><br>He knew the rules of the auction having been told them but still he could na help but take the 'crop' he had and poke the blonde bit.. turning her slightly to get a better look at her ...<br><br>(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/164/0/a/blondie_by_signs4silence-d3ismbb.jpg)<br><br>Though he was looking for Asian or Eurasian he knew he had time and was not against purchasing a play toy or two until he could satisfy his real need. "Tell me.. have all of these creatures been tested for health and possible diseases?" he glared at the Nubian with that word.. "I would want assurances that nothing would be 'caught' before doing any bidding."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 16:43:23</strong>
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				Catherine backed away, pulling on the restraining chains as the man prodded and poked as though buying a horse, turning her this way and that to study her form. Her humiliation was all but complete, but she held herself tall and erect, trying to muster what remained of her shattered pride.<br><br>She caught the steely ice blue stare of the man, who oozed with power and reaked of money and Catherine was genuinely afraid. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 17:06:01</strong>
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				Slave number 3...<br><br>is one of the younger girls, at sixteen, and a virgin.&nbsp; Due to her complexion and build, she would most likely be best suited to indoor work, cooking, cleaning or entertaining, as her new master might wish.&nbsp; She seems to be well-educated, and knows when a situation is against her, although when the mood strikes her, she's quite capable of holding out on submitting to authority, so she would appeal to both masters wishing an easy training period, as well as to those who like more fight in their charges.<br><br>Haylie blinked at the sudden brightness and the many strangers staring at her, instinctively trying to pull back from the black woman who was literally attempting to tear herself loose from the chains that bound her.&nbsp; Haylie gave her a nervous look, and as if to illustrate a point, tried to remain as still as possible, not wanting to get involved in what she suspected would be major trouble, if the woman kept at it.
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 19:29:53</strong>
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				Slave number 4 ....<br><br>Is 18 years old, and still a virgin. She is quit spirited so some breaking in might be required. Has never been trained in anyway, so break her and mold her at your own pleasure.&nbsp; She stands just a little over 5'2&nbsp; and has a lithe build, very agile but not very strong. Best used for inside work, or pleasure. <br><br><em>Amy blinked as the hood was removed from her head. Her eyes quickly danced across the crowd in front of her, and her pale skin quickly blushed red with embarrassment She wondered where she was. This had to be a dream or something. She started to thrash.She moved her hands slowly testing the strength of the what bound her. Once she was sure they were good and strong she ceased any struggles. There was no use hurting herself, there would be time to escape later.&nbsp; </em>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 21:29:47</strong>
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				<strong>Jane - Slave #2</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4790056#msg4790056)<br><br>The slave #2, the black one, looked in perfect shape and health. She obviously was over-flowing with energy. On a closer look though, her skin was not totally perfect. Her back was bearing countless pale, barely visible, criss-crossed marks. Also, the skin of her wrists and ankles was marred by chaffing marks. Her teeth were perfectly healthy though and seemed able to break through the tick stick they were biting on. 
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				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 22:19:29</strong>
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				The slave number 5<br><br>...is 20 years old dancer. She is spirited and a survivor; some breaking will be required, especially long term. As we said she is skilled dancer and knows both poledancing and other exotics. Her body is flexible and she claims to have a head for numbers. A slave fit for almost any duty!<br><em><br>Hope was cursing in her mind. She was scared and humiliated but she was damned if she admitted it even to herself. Especially to herself. She wasn't cursing out loud however; she had no desire to end up gagged like slave # 2. Number... they were all just fucking numbers now? She cursed and tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to escape her eyes. Shit! I will not submit to these fuckers! She trashed slightly and bit her lip as cheeks colored from all the eyes that were staring at her nude body.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 00:32:33</strong>
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				<strong>Slave 6</strong><br><br>The oldest slave so far, at 31, and the first male, Andy stood nervously in his restraints. Although far taller than the females, as well as more muscular than all but the gagged Amazon, the heavy shackles covering his body meant anything more than a slow and awkward shuffle even if the shackles were not linked to the bar overhead. The naked female flesh arrayed alongside had an obvious effect on the bulging leather pouch, the pained moan slipping past the ballgag hinting at the cruel spikes within.<br><br>Until being drugged by the kinky girlfriend he had called 'Mistress' after she found his 'limits' too restrictive for her tastes: bondage games and a little erotic pain were one thing, but her ideas went much too far with talk of piercings, saline injections and worse. This all had to be some elaborate practical joke, surely - people don't get sold into slavery for real now, do they? He shivered, seeing the whip marks on slave 2's back looked far too realistic.
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 01:08:34</strong>
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				<em><strong>Dirk chuckled and saw that a 'Male' had been brought out.. moving down the line looking at the naked forms of all of the slaves.. he stopped at the male and shook his head.. "Ya know tis not right to show of all the naked female flesh and leave this whelp a bit of respect.." slipping his crop under the pouch he poked the balls and then nodded to one of the handlers to remove the pouch so that he and the others could see what sort of 'equipment' had been brought in.<br><br>He smiled and looked up at the drugged man... "Ya better hope that some lady here is looking for some fun Lad... " he *winked* " I'm not one for men save if I feel the need for a bit of degradation and punishment.. nothing like buggering a man and fucking his throat to break his will don't ya know.." the leather pouch had been removed and Dirk drew back.. "Oh aye.. tis a might bit cold in here it seems?" he laughed.. " or maybe we need to get one of the ladies here to suck this buck's cock and see it is the cold or he's just not much a man?"<br><br>Turing to look at the auctioneer " after all Ti's only proper for those who care to know if the bucks cock works or " and he looked back and shook his head.. " if he nothing but a gelding good to be buggered...."<br><br>((edited after rereading the character idea post))<br><br>Dirk did not notice until it was pointed out to him that this 'slave' was to be part of Doctor Elizabeth's Special Project a picture of how he looked now and what was to be expected was set in front of where he hung... "Och! Ya can not be serious?!" he said and shuddered shaking his head.. looking up at the man he said.. "Ya poor bugger..." then he smiled.. "Oh well.. should be interesting to view he can survive it..."<br><br></strong></em>
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				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 16:54:46</strong>
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				"<strong>Slave number 7</strong> is a nineteen year old male. His family sold him off to slavery at the young age of 16. He's got a bit of will left in him, and although he doesn't always fight back, sometimes this young male will struggle to keep his virginity. So far, this struggle has been a loss for him, but for you all who wish for a virgin male, he's never been fucked in the ass. He's got an athletic build and stands at 5'8." <br><br>Andrew was standing in his spot on the stage barely moving. He had no desire to look at the people who might buy him next. He wasn't sure if he wished someone would buy him and keep him around, or if he'd rather keep bouncing around as he had been. He really wished he could find a way out of the damn slave trade. The cuffs above his head were cutting into his wrists, but he didn't feel the need to hold them up himself, that would only end in them draining of blood quicker and thus hurting a lot more. Andrew tried to avoid pain as much as possible. Anyone could tell by looking at this poor boy that part of his spirit had been broken. But somewhere inside he still had a spark of passion and fight left in him, and he wouldn't let himself forget that. Even though he was up for what felt like his hundredth sale in his lifetime. It was only then he decided to glance around at the people looking to buy him and his peers, bright blue eyes scanning every face. He wouldn't look at his 'peers' though, it was upsetting to see the fear and pain in the eyes of new slaves. The masters and mistresses in the audience were ravenous as always. Some of them poking prodding the displayed slaves, others just sitting and watching how we writhe and fight for ourselves. Andrew wouldn't give them the satisfaction. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 00:42:19</strong>
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				<em><strong>Dirk was not overly impressed with the selection but there was ONE bit that did catch his eye so he went back down the line to slave #3 she was the type of 'distraction' he was looking for .. young looking and innocent.. .o0(too bad she is not Asian) he smiled as he let his leather crop caress her stomach.. and examine her body... "hmmmmm not piercings ... no body marking.... " he smiled... "so very sweet and... innocent I bet.."</strong></em>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:40:51</strong>
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				<strong>Jane - Slave #2</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4790056#msg4790056)<br><br>During the first minutes after the hood had been lifted from her head, Jane had fiercely fought her restraints. Finally, once she had gained the certitude that there were no weak link in her chains, she had calmed down. She was now standing, her cheat heaving slightly, her skin covered with beads of perspiration. A musky smell was wafting to the slaves #1 and #3, chained on each side of her. The wooden bit gag was making her drool abundantly and from time to time she tried to wipe the threads of saliva that were dribbling from her chin to her breasts by rubbing her face against her left biceps. This was not really effective though.<br><br>As the interested buyers began to pace the stage, looking at the merchandise, she darted her angry at each of them in turn as they looked at her, going as far as to purse her lips and show her pink gums and bright white teeth to them while a low roar could be heard coming from the back of her throat.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 04:40:43</strong>
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				Haylie watched one of the male buyers approach her, tensing as his whip moved over her stomach, her eyes wide and frightened, but having the presence of mind to keep them lowered, lest he be one to use any excuse to strike at her.&nbsp; She knew the whip wouldn't be pleasant, and she didn't want to give him an excuse to use it.<br><br>She couldn't move any further away from the black woman next to her, and the growl she made was making her even more nervous than her earlier yanking on the chains had done.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 09:52:31</strong>
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				Slave number 5<br><br>Hope checked each of the restraint binding her methodically. She cursed out loud when she was sure that there was no way she could escape them. She blinked furiously and looked around but shut her eyes from nausea as she everywhere she could look she could only see leering byers and other naked and panicking "slaves". Atleast no buyer had yet taken interest in her. Though she wasn't sure wether that was a good thing or not. She had no idea what her captors would do to her if they couldn't sell her.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 10:41:57</strong>
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				Slave # 1<br><br>Catherine tried in vain to remain as unobrusive as possible while hanging naked up a raised dias, but the muscle bound captive at her side fought with inhuman strength, oblivious to the pain her writhing must have brought, drawing the eyes of every buyer in the room, transfixed by her valiant struggle.<br><br>"Be still," she hissed, "there is no escape from here. Bide your time and an opportunity may arise. Continue as you are and you will never be allowed to escape your chains." She looked allong the row of hanging meat, for that is all they were, the pity in her heart fro those taken from their world to be plunged into this godforsaken life. For her part, she had come looking for trouble and felt only anger at her own stupidity that she had walked right into such a simple and effective trap.<br><br>She convinced herself that she felt nothing but disgust and loathing for these rich buyers, but deep within a spark of excitement betrayed her.<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:53:02</strong>
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				<em><strong>Dirk had seen enough of the 'offerings' returning to his seat he waited for the 'bidding' to start his eyes moved from #1 through #7 by far #3 had caught his interest the most but # 2 and # 4 had other interesting options #5 seemed flexable.. he looked back at #2 the African now she would be a handful to break and to abuse.. a true play thing he would have to bring in help and he was not certain if he wanted to do that...#3 was young an innocent.. .o0(too bad she is not Asian) *he sighed* still he could see having fun ... just like with #4 fun but maybe not so innocent.. he was certain #5 was not innocent.. and then there was dear #7 if he was looking to play and not bring someone in like he would need for #2 ... #7 would do well...<br><br>He looked at #6 wondering if the procedure being done on 'it' for that was how he was thinking of the man who was soon not to be a man.. could make 'it' look Asian? How wonderful that would be .... the mind of man trapped in the body of a female of his design.... he *chuckled* and let his eyes continue to roam the stage...<br><br>DIRK</strong></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 15:43:23</strong>
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				Sarah Lanner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4786139#msg4786139)<br><br>Slave 1: Catherine Montrose <br>Slave 7: Andrew Smith <br>Slave 4: Amy summer&nbsp; <br><br>Sarah pointed and clicked her fingers and the three slaves in tern, and the one accompanying her scribbled notes. <br><br>Hmm Slave 5 and slave 2 were interesting also Perhaps see what the other owners do with them. But the first round of initial bidding was done.<br><br>The other slaves were fine - sure, but they all were. Still some had eyes that smelled of an energy that wasn't suitable for Sarah's ambitions. She was here for stock for her plan.&nbsp; Better and better equipment not furnished her laboratory and improved results were becoming more consistent.<br><strong><br>"Hmm"</strong> Sarah smiled then sat back with her hands behind her head. <br><br><strong>"I like today"<br></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 15:58:26</strong>
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				The woman was stunningly beautiful and her arrogance clearly demonstrated the silver spoon with which she'd been born, though perhaps even silver did not do her manner justice. She pointed at Catherine, apparently assessing her with a specific purpose in mind and Cathering felt a frisson chill her spine despite the warm attraction she, and everyone else in the room, felt.<br><br>Even the buyer's companion jumped at her signal, without waiting for an oral comand and Catherine wondered at what could command such obedience.<br><br>Despite her fear and humiliating shame, Catherine's gaze repeatedly returned to the woman's intelligent eyes and crocodile smile<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 16:04:41</strong>
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				<strong>Jane - Slave #2</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4790056#msg4790056)<br><br>Jane heard the girl whispering to her left and turned her head. Her white teeth, clamped around the bit, were flashing against the darker shade of her face. Her chin was covered with her saliva and bubbles could be seen at the corners of her mouth. This was giving her an enraged air that completed well her overall look.<br><br>Looking at #1 ( she had no other name put on her face), she shook her head, trying to express her disagreement. But the thick bit gag was not kind to facial expressions and it could have meant anything.<br><br>She glared again at the crowd, and then at the other slaves. How could they be so passive, so meek? It was as if they did not care to be sold as slaves. Slaves! The status had been abolished long ago. Men and women had fought and died to erase this shameful commercial practice. And now they were going to be auctioned without any resistance? The thought brought a new bout of rage into her mind and she stomped a few times the stage, the low sound audible well above the brouhaha of the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 16:09:00</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Dirk T. Struan</strong></em></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4791689#msg4791689)<br><br><em><strong>Slave #5 - Hope (ofDelusions)<br>Slave #3 - Haylie (Sarah Morgan)<br>Slave #4 - Amy (abandondolly)<br><br>Dirk,<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dirk saw that the bidding had started and he waited until a few of the 'others' had waved in, he did na bring any staff with him and chuckled at some of the 'staff' that were on hand to assist the buyers. OH it was not that he did na have people he could and would call in... NO .. he just preferred to enjoy this aspect of the 'game' by himself.. as he looked over those who had not made his top three his gaze moved to #2 and #6, now if neither of these two were bid on ... he would talk to the Auction Master and see about acquiring one of them as 'entertainment' and perhaps as well as to help work off excess stress.. after all the three 'woman' he had chosen did not seem like they would survive some of his 'games' however #2 would last a long long time and #6 .... his mind was till on the idea of the drugs and such that could and would be used to sculpt his inside and out to what a person wanted, highly dangerous ... and more then likely shortening it's life span as well as effecting it's mind.. still an interesting idea.<br><br><br>((#2&nbsp; Jane or maybe she should be called 'Cheeta'{Aurélie Catena ,})) ((#6 IT... Andy/Anna&nbsp; {js207} ))<br></strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 16:15:37</strong>
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				slave # 4<br><br>Amy looked around at the other girls that shared in her humiliation. One the one with the gag seemed to be struggling quite a lot. She felt sorry for her. She felt sorry for them all, but all the poor girl was doing was wasting valuable energy. She closed her eyes bowing her head with a sigh. She was not here. " I'm not here...not here." She whispered to herself. <br><br>She could see herself standing on the porch of her house. Paint brush in her hand dripping pant down her body. She paint black on the empty canvas. Black was the color of her future. It stretched on forever into the abyss with no hope for her. It was the color of humiliation, as even with her eyes closed and her mind doing its best to retreat away. She could still feel eyes upon her. hungry eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shplade</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 23:19:28</strong>
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				<strong>Raul examining the slaves</strong><br><br>Raul sat in his chair quietly absorbing his surroundings, the atmosphere in the room was strange to him, some of the people here had, what he felt, a strange attitude to the whole proceedings, like what was going on here was perfectly normal and not some bizarre human auction, not what he had expected when he first heard about the farm. Sitting slouched in the chair, one foot on the chair in front, he examined the slaves as they were brought out, a chilling grin began to form on his face as these naked, abused forms were paraded in front of the crowd, he spun the tooth pick he had in mouth around with his tongue, his mind conjuring up stirring images of the fun he could have with these unfortunate souls.<br><br>Raul shifted out of his chair and with a confident swagger strode up to where the slaves were being shackled. As he walked down the line he grinned to himself, the chilling grin of a man with no boundaries, almost no soul. <br><br>The first slave he passed was a young man, his head held low staring at the floor, he gazed down at the young thin pale boy, <strong>”It’s a shame about that cock, cos your a pretty boy”</strong>, he shook his head as he moved on, <strong>”pity I aint no faggot”</strong>. As he reached slave number 5 he nodded and smiled, <strong>”Now this is more like it”</strong>, he bent down, onto his toes, <strong>”are those tears chica?”</strong>, he grabbed under her chin, pulling her face up to his <strong>”I like it when they cry”</strong>, he released the girl and carried on down the line. As he reached slave 2 he gave a short chuckle, a wide grin on his face, <strong>”You got bigger muscles than me girl, nice titties though, and them big blowjob lips”</strong>, he chuckled to himself as he moved on. <strong>”Damn”</strong>, he exclaimed as he reached the final slave, <strong>”you are something else”</strong>, he knelt down next to the girl, <strong>”Bet a pretty senorita like you has seen plenty of action.”</strong> he grinned to himself as he stood up he was enjoying this more than he thought he would, as he walked away he had an idea of what he wanted to bid and on whom.<br><br>He raised his panel adding his bids to the proceedings:<br><br>Slave #1<br>Slave #5<br>Slave #4<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 23:56:27</strong>
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				Slave #5<br><br>Hope opened her eyes as a man adressed her and grabbed her chin. For a moment that man's grin was everything she hated about these people. They were nothing but self-absorded swine who looked down on her and other chained girls as meat, pets and toys to derive their sick pleasures from. She fixed man a murderous stare. If her feet had been chained she would have kicked him between his legs at his most-likely-too-small manhood. Sadly she had checked exactly how far the chains allow her to pull her leg and it wasn't even nearly far enough. <br><br>At that moment she swore she would survive, that she would not allow these fuckers to break her will, that she would escape. She wanted nothing more than to spit on that man's face. She felt the saliva in her mouth, she could hit that shithead right in the eye. She didn't dare to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:21:21</strong>
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				<strong>Jane - Slave #2</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4790056#msg4790056)<br><br>As the man passed in front of her and commented about her body, Jane clenched her muscles, growled and attempted to kick him. Of course, her leg was stopped short in a yank by her leg irons but still there was so much aggressivity in her move and expression that a strong trust into the effectiveness of the chains was needed not to feel in danger.<br><br>Bidding had begun and Jane was satisfied that nobody dared to show her number. She was unsellable, and if only all the slaves would do the same, the Auction Master would soon go bankrupt. In spite of her chains and of her nakedness she was able to keep her dignity and she felt a boost of pride at this thought.<br><br>The only thing that was amiss with her pride was the heavy drooling the bit gag was occasioning. There was no way she could prevent her saliva from flowing down her chin and then to her chest. For the tenth time, she rubbed her lower face against her bulging biceps but the skin was already so much covered with saliva that it only served in smearing the drool further. Growling with frustration, she tried to spit on the floor but once again found herself unable to do it.<br><br>As a vengeance, she turned to one of the Auction Master's assistants, a newly-hired weakling who was looking at the auction from the side of the stage. She glared at him and hissed through her pursed lips in a way that was so terrible that the young man began to tremble. A grin could be guessed at the corner of her stretched lips as she turned back to face the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 17:47:07</strong>
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				Slave number 3<br><br>Haylie kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to see all the buyers bidding on them like they were nothing but animals, who didn't care what happened to them.&nbsp; She could understand the black woman's anger and wanting to escape, but at the same time she knew that here they would have no chance of doing so, too many people, and likely the place would be watched carefully.&nbsp; Better to wait, and save her energy for later, rather than trying to escape by brute force, which was only succeeding in drawing more interest to the woman besides.<br><br>She shrugged, not bothering to try and communicate her point, knowing that the woman wouldn't see it her way.&nbsp; She lifted her eyes, scanning the crowd just as a man bid on several of those captured, including herself.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide at how many he had an interest in, and she wondered if he was merely making a general bid, simply picking those he was interested in, or if he wanted to buy all of them specifically.&nbsp; If he did, he sure must have plenty of money to work with.<br><br>Another man came down the line then, and she glared at his comments to the others in line, her eyes bright with anger at his words, both to the young man a few places down, and to the girl at the opposite end of the row.&nbsp; She refrained from speaking though, knowing he would only find amusement in anything she would say, but her eyes showed her anger plenty well enough, if he happened to look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 20:14:59</strong>
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				#7 <br>Andrew saw a woman checking over the slaves. She already had a slave accompanying her, taking down unspoken notes, as far as he could tell. He hadn't noticed her actually say anything. She bid on him. Andrew had known this was coming, really he did, but whenever he noticed that first bid, his blood ran a little cold. He tried not to let it show on his face, though, and he thought he was fairly successful. Unfortunately, most masters and mistresses are good at reading a slaves emotions. He was sure someone in that room could tell there was more to him than a numb, broken teenager. <br><br>A man walked past him, calling him a pretty boy, and shaming him for his cock. Andrew was used to this. He was thin, fit, he didn't really have much of a choice being a slave for so long so far, he was trained for it, used to it. Men would make distasteful remarks, otherwise buy him just to fuck with him mentally, but those masters never lasted long, they never really wanted him. Women would like him well enough. Andrew looked the man in the eye as he walked past, keeping himself emotionless and trying to tell the master he wasn't afraid of him. Who knows if the guy even looked at his face, though, since he clearly wasn't interested. The first round of bids was over, and as far as he'd noticed only the first woman had bid on him. He stared at her, still trying to hide his emotions, but trying to figure out what she was like. Clearly, she had good control of her slaves. Andrew was sure she would be hard on them, and he could handle it, he knew he could. He was stronger than he appeared, mentally anyways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 22:52:15</strong>
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				#6<br><br>Andy stood uncomfortably in his bonds, scanning the audience. The first round didn't seem to have attracted any bids on him - so where was this 'Dr Elizabeth' those men had been talking about? It sounded as if someone had already laid detailed - and terrifying - plans for him ... so where was she? Perhaps a telephone bid, or some other special arrangement ... or just making him sweat for a while, worrying about what fate would befall unsold stock, in which case her plan was working very well. Or perhaps there had been a last minute change of plan? The small and slight boy standing beside #6 would surely be a better fit for the plans the men seemed to have been discussing earlier - could 'Dr Elizabeth' have been the ravishing, expensively-dressed brunette who had placed bids on almost half the lots in the auction as casually as if she had been ordering coffee?<br><br>The unyielding shackles seemed quite solid - he'd tested them quite thoroughly by now, less obviously than #2's frantic jerking but with no more to show for it; unbound, he'd have made short work of any of his captors, with the imposing-looking guards being more flab than muscle, but of course they weren't stupid enough to take any chances there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>peterhere</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 02:56:23</strong>
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				<em>Slave number 8...<br><br>Is a 18 year old male from Norway. He was caught while traveling the streets of New Mexico alone. With a well trained body like this, he should be able to do most kinds of physicall work, though you would have to break him first. This is a stubborn male, that refuses to obey and has attempted to escape several times. From his papers he seemes to be a student with top grades, though this is according to the Norwegian school system. But don't be fooled by this young boys appearance... If you turn your back on him, or slip a restrain... He'll shy no means to take advantage of it. By this, I trust you will not make the same mistake as we did.<br></em><br><br>Marcus had his eyes closed the second the hood was removed. He could hear from the noise that they were not alone. Carefully opening his eyes, he felt the sharp light painfully against his large pupils. Peering up at his restrainers, he knew there was no point in trying to escape this. Marcus thew one quick gaze across his audience, before closing his eyes again. Praying silently to himself that he would have a merciful buyer that would grant him back his freedom. From the appearance, he had a quite impressive package, due to the fact that he was 18 years old. But one couldn't quite tell how it would be erected, as it hang limp in between his legs. Forcing his eyes shut, Marcus hoped only for this to end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 15:17:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Dirk T. Struan</strong></em></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4791689#msg4791689)<br><br><em><strong> Slave #4 - Amy (abandondolly)&nbsp; **Current Bid - $69.00 **<br>Slave #3 - Haylie (Sarah Morgan)&nbsp; ** Current Bid - $69.00 **<br><br>Funds = $1,000.00 - $862.00 left for bidding<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dirk would have loved to bid on more of the flesh that had been placed before him, but his eyes where set on two of the ‘bits’ if he had bidding cash left and no one stepped up then perhaps he would ‘purchase’ one or two more for ‘play-things’ but no.. now his eyes were steady on two very tasty morsels he could feel his mouth almost salivate at the thought of ‘whipping’ these two into shape. That is to say conditioning them to be his sexual slaves and play things.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He had taken his time before making his first two bids.. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; #5 He could not help it there was something in her eyes, it seemed to scream to him to want to be challenged that it would na be broken or ever give in.. and that had him lifting his paddle and placing his first then second and finally a third bid this time voicing it at $69.00 to a small laugh from some of the other buyers…<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; #3 now here was a bit that had his cock twitching in his slacks, she would be quit a pleasure to take and break. She screamed Virgin and he knew he would need to be careful so as to not ‘break her mind’ as he took her body he had like #5 started the bidding small then dropped the $69.00 this time to shaking of heads no laughter.. it did not matter to him.. if he had his way he would have both #5 &amp; #3 before the bidding was done.<br><br>&nbsp;</strong></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 15:38:00</strong>
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				slave # 4<br><br>It took Amy a moment to come to the realization of what they were doing. They were bidding on them, like they were a piece of meat at the market. Her eyes widened, her color faded. When she had said she always wanted to go an auction, she had pictured it for her art work, not her. " no" She mouthed, her voice refused to come. She didn't want to get gaged , like one of the others where. " no...no no..." She mouthed some more. Shaking her head back and fourth, causing her dark hair to fall in her face and cover her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 15:52:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sarah Lanner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4786139#msg4786139)<br></div><br>Slave 8 definitely had potential also and the strange woman's eyebrows frowned seeing him posed.<br><br>After discussing some particulars with her note keeper Sarah nodded to the auctioneer ... making her current bids<br><br>Slave 1: Catherine Montrose - contested between Shplade and kate):&nbsp; <strong>Current bid 200 (kate)</strong><br>Slave 7: Andrew Smith :&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Current bid 10&nbsp; &nbsp;(kate)</strong><br>Slave 4: Amy summer&nbsp; - contested between kate and rog) :&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Current bid 200 (kate)</strong><br>Slave 8: Marcus :&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Current bid 10&nbsp; (kate)</strong><br><br>Many which had not been bidded on yet still were tempting, but other bidders could appear soon<br>(OOC: Her we could renew the invite thread for more owners phps ? I know i am not everyone taste - and i am sure the owners would change a lot of the rp experience slaves are seeking). Still many that were not sold directly on were given to some just to make room for more fresh stock.<br><br>Sarah looked to her funds - damn she only bought 1000 ! she wasn't expecting so many other bidders !<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 16:29:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Dirk T. Struan</strong></em></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4791689#msg4791689)<br><br><em><strong> Slave #4 - Amy (abandondolly)&nbsp; **Current Bid - $250.00 **<br>Slave #3 - Haylie (Sarah Morgan)&nbsp; ** Current Bid - $69.00 **<br><br>Funds = $1,000.00 - $681.00 left for bidding<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dirk stood up and took a better look at #4 he then smiled at #3 and gave the little girl a wink.. "So sweet an innocent lookin" he said to #3 as he lifted the leather crop he had and ran it up and down #4's leg... "Ya know Darlin if I have to spend all my capitol on just one plaything you are going to be in for a very ... very... rough go...." he slipped the crop up but did not touch her sex.. that was NOT allowed.. <br>still the movement allowed him to see her body was clean of marks.. of course when she turned he noticed her back and then smiling.. upped his bid so that it was $50 more then the woman's behind him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turned to look at her the other 'bidder' and her proxie bidder.. he had a smile on his face but his eyes where cold and hard ... it was a very good thing that each of the Owners were limited to $1,000.00 by the judge it would be far far to easy for fights to break out.. but this way... caution in the bidding would have to be done less ya spread out too much and did na get any of the bits of flesh up on stage.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once a bid was made ya could na take it back until the slave was sold.. so it was smart.. very smart on some of the bidders to hang back and save there $1,000 for the one bit that they really wanted. Of course ya also never knew when the auction master might 'close' and sell a sale.. the big man worked for the Judge and the judge and he did things there own way.<br><br>&nbsp;</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 19:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Jenni</strong><br><br>The striking redhead strode calmly and confidently towards the stock, heels clicking ominously. Her first port of call was Slave #2, whom she studied dispassionately for a minute like a side of meat before prodding her in various places, standing just far enough from her to be sure the restraints guaranteed her safety even as she crushed both the Amazon's nipples viciously between her fingernails, smiling as if satisfied by the slave's violent reaction.<br><br>"This one might be a bargain, though it does look and smell quite feral ... I wonder if it's properly house-trained?"<br><br>Her personal assistant, a meek little blonde girl, entered the minimum bid on her Mistress's behalf as they strolled along to slave #6. Again, the sadist prodded and molested his body, then stepped back in amusement as his body reacted in a very different way to her mistreatment. A few swift, stinging blows from her ever-present riding crop to his erection didn't diminish at all, making her smile broadly as she stepped back to study the information panel about what "Dr Elizabeth's Special Project" held in store for him.<br><br>"Maybe Liz would sell the meat to me once she's finished ... all this stuff?" she speculated to her assistant.<br><br>"Or vice versa - though I doubt even she could do much with what's left after you finish with him, Mistress!"<br><br>The two shared a laugh at the slave's fate before entering the minimum bid for him as well and taking seats to watch.<br><br><strong>(slave #2: $10; slave #6: $10)</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 19:48:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;<em><strong> Dirk did na know if he should feel insulted or more confident, it was true he had brought some staff to 'assist' him with the merchandise he was purchasing but now seeing the red head strut in with her tiny little strumpet and molest the Africana and the poor git who would go under the knife made him wonder if he should na have brought at least one of his own people with him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His eyes moved to the Africana and he almost laughed at her comment of 'house trained' he watched to see what her reaction would be but the woman was quickly past her and move to #6... he *smiled* enjoying her attention to detail, though he wondered if she would be fined for abusing the merchandise before sale.<br></strong></em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 20:09:33</strong>
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				Slave #4<br><br>She watched the man that approached her. her eyes sparked with defiance, but she didn't say or do anything. Doing so now while she was bond would be a very stupid thing to do. There would be an opportune moment for retribution, she was certain of that. She was not about to become his, or anyone else play thing. As she felt the crop run up her leg. Her body trembled. She closed her eyes tight, not here not here she thought to herself. She tried to imagine herself in her studio. It helped to keep her at least a bit calm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 20:31:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;<em><strong>Dirk's eyes returned to #4 "Achhh " he said as he heard the wack wack wack of the Redheaded bitches crop on the poor cock of the boy. He felt his nipples grow hard under his shirt and he smiled up at the girl hanging.. "Ohh Lass just think of what it would be like if one such as that were to be wanting to buy ya...." his hand itched to flick his wrist and swat at her cunny or her nips.. but he held back.. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;No best not to show just how much he wanted this bit of ass.. BUT he did turn her so her behind now showed as well as the art on her back and shoulders... "lovely..." his hands ran over her bottom.. as he looked up... at the art on her ... "very lovely indeed..." he let go of her allowing her to swing back to a frontal view .... he wanted to hear her voice.. "so tell me Lass" he said as he went back to moving his crop over her legs and side.... then up to below on TIT... "do ya have any idea the trouble your in and what is in store for you once the bidding is done?" he laughed low.. "not that it matters if ya do or do not... BUT I would start to think long and hard as to ways of making some of the 'tamer' buyers here interested in ya as opposed to the more ...." and his eyes went back to the redhead ... with her pert little piece of ass " playful of us..."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was all a game of course.. he was almost certain that among the buyers here very few could hold a candle to the darkness in his mind.. .o0(if only she was Asian) ... he thought.. but then pushed it away.. plenty of time to find a slant eyed whore for his bed.. till then... this little 'angel' might do... if not her... <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked side ways back at #3 "and think of it.. Lass if I get both of ya mayhaps ya can control my urges a bit so I do not abuse the young piece of ass too much..." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He moved so he was in front of #3 now..and slipped his crop up her leg to her quim... "You a virgin girl..?" he said... "ever have a cock in your cunt.. in your ass.. shoved down that pretty little throat of yours???" he brought his crop up and let it run over her nips.. "well trust me now girl.. all that and more will await ya .. and ya will be taught to want cock..." he shifted his eyes to the other 'female' buyers.. "or cunt..."</strong></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 21:01:59</strong>
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				Slave # 4<br><br>She continued to close her eyes tight trying her best to ignore his words, His touch, his presence all together. She was not here. She was back in her studio. Her&nbsp; paint brush dripping red as she painted the most demonic looking fiend she could think of against a black background. not here, not here. <br><br>Her eyes opened again though as he started to harass&nbsp; the young girl next to her. She was much younger then herself. To young for whatever horrors might await them here. She took a breath and in a soft but loud enough for him to hear her tone she said. " Leave. Her . Alone." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 02:40:11</strong>
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				<strong>Slave number 3</strong><br><br>Haylie winced as the redheaded woman used what seemed to be some kind of whip on one of the other captives further down the line, and glad that the woman didn't seemed to be interested in her.&nbsp; Still, she felt sorry for the boy, and whoever the woman would end up with.<br><br>Her attention was brought back to things nearere at hand when she noticed the man who had bid on her talking to the girl next to her, and she flushed slightly at hearing his words.&nbsp; Her color deepend though as the man turned his attention to her, and she didn't bother answering him, her eyes only glaring at him as she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, although her high color would probably tell him the answer to his questions anyway.&nbsp; She cringed back as much as she could from the whip he ran up her leg, and heard the girl next to her tell him to leave her alone.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide with concern then, not wanting the girl to get into trouble for trying to help her, but feeling grateful to her for her trying to help.&nbsp; She gave her a shy smile in thanks, but it quickly faded to an expression of worry again as she glanced between the girl and the man, afraid to see his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 03:23:47</strong>
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				<em><strong>Dirk moved his crop off the girl and moved back over to #4...&nbsp; he licked his lips as he let his eyes run up and down her body, so far there had been no other bids but that did not mean there would not be... "Bit you better start to pray that I am not the lucky bastard that wins your ass come the final tally.. " before she had a chance to reply his hand swung out and the tip of the crop found ...<br><br>#3's nipple... it was a vicious slap, not enough to break skin but enough to be heard and precise to hit only the tip of her nipple and nothing else.....</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 05:36:41</strong>
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				# 4<br><br>Amy cringes when she hears the crop. She feels bad that she had only succeeded in hurting the girl. This guy was starting to piss her off. her eyes look up at him with a fiery defiance which is laughable considering how bond she is. She shoots the young girl an almost apologetic look. <br><br>" I said. Leave. Her. Alone." she told him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 05:52:24</strong>
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				<strong>Slave number 3</strong><br>Haylie shrieked as the crop found her nipple, her eyes going wide with surprise at the unexpected contact.&nbsp; She'd been expecting the man to do something to the girl next to her.&nbsp; She squeezed her eyes shut, vowing she wouldn't cry in front of all these people, but it was hard.&nbsp; That had hurt, and she bit her lower lip, but in the end she couldn't stop the tears of pain and humiliation from rolling down her cheeks.&nbsp; She glared defiantly at the man in spite of it though, although her eyes showed him how scared she was of what he might decide to do next.&nbsp; That didn't mean she had to simply accept it however, and she pulled back on the chains that held her, trying to get as much distance between herself and the man as possible.&nbsp; She saw the girl give her an apologetic look, and she gave her a weak smile back, letting her know she didn't blame her.&nbsp; She didn't want to say anything in front of the man, he might get too much fun out of the two of them trying to protect each other and make things worse.&nbsp; She clamped her teeth shut, trying to keep from giving the man the satisfaction of knowing how much he'd truly hurt her, but she couldn't stop the shaking, both from the pain of his whip and the fright of being in this place, of thinking that this man might buy her, although on second thought and as much as she hated having to admit it to herself, she'd rather have him to deal with as the redhead who took so much pleasure in tormenting the black girl next to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:57:19</strong>
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				Catherine looke along the line of hanging meat. Things were beginning to become heated with buyers stepping forward to sample the produce. <br><br>Although she'd not been molested physically, two byers were vying for her and she was unsure which terrified her most; the tall powerful man at the back or the woman with the soft eyes and knowing smile. She shivered as she looked at the woman's unflinching gaze as she sat relaxed on the front row. No, she corrected herself, she knew exactly which she had more to fear from.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>peterhere</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 09:38:52</strong>
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				Marcus was still having his eyes closed. The sound of gagged mouths could be heard from his side.He wasn't alone at this sickly twisted auction house. There were others around him. Opening his eyes, he could see the female beside him struggeling to keep back her tears. Marcus did not feel the same way. If he were to compare himself with anyone, it would be the Africana. She was still fighting, even though it was useless. Atleast she had the right spirit. <br><br>Marcus was not yet known for his bad mouth. In fact he'd stayed quiet for most of his captivity. But seeing the man touching and inspecting the young girl, he couldn't stay quiet. She was even younger than himself. Only sixteen, a mere child. She shouldnt be here, none of them should be here... This was all just a sick twisted nightmare. Spreading his lips, he spoke with a suprisingly calm voice. It was low, but decicive and sharp. "Get your hands off her, you sick son of a bitch." he said with a voice that would be hard to make out for anyone further away. Burying his eyes in him, he gave the man a deadly glare.<br><br>The sounds of bidding reached his mind, causing his curiousity to turn his eyes towards his own number. Eight? That was him! Looking up, he hoped to see someone more friendly than the taunting man. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 10:10:17</strong>
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				<strong>Slave #2 - Jane</strong><br><br>Jane glared at the red-head woman as she walked directly towards herself. The Africana did not like the way she was being looking at. She had often been looked at up and down by men but never the experience had been as dehumanising. She really felt as is she were a thing, and object.<br><br>At first, Jane did not move. She was only softly growling with her lips pursed, flashing her teeth, while trying to cross the woman's eyes. But when the red-head began to touch her, to prod her, she yanked once again on her chains, as if she could punch the bitch. Of course her violent attack was stopped short, but the whole line of slaves had felt the shaking of the beam to which their arms were chained.<br><br>The woman did not seem to care, although she was obviously staying out of reach of the chained slave. She explored the tautness of her butt, of her breasts; she assessed the amount of fat over her well defined muscles, which was next to nothing; she evaluated the strength of her hair and the overall sensitiveness of her skin.<br><br>At last, she grabbed her nipples and squeezed hard. Jane roared as the pain exploded in her breasts. Her nipples were rather long and unusually firm but they were still made of flesh and nerves and the pain was high. Still she forced herself to remain still, all her hate concentrated in the venomous glare she darted at the red-head. It was obvious she was suffering though and the woman squeezed her nipples harder and harder to force her to react.<br><br>Jane's began to grimace, the muscles in her limbs bulged, but she remained still for a moment. Her growl was louder though. At last the pain was too much and she violently yanked herself backward, as far as the chains would let her go. Her tormentor did not let go off her nipples and followed the move, only crushing the sensitive beads of flesh harder and then dragged her forward. Jane arched her body, her proud breasts stretched into cones. She was pulled forward more and more, until her chains were taut as guitar strings and she could not move further. That woman has an incredible strength in her fingers!<br><br>At last she released the black girl and Jane relaxed a little. Her nipples had grown even bigger now and they were throbbing from the pain. Jane was hissing, clenching her muscles, unable to do anything to soothe the pain. She was drooling even more as before and her cleavage was now covered with it, as well as linked to her chin by several threads of saliva. She was panting fast, her chest heaving and a sheen of perspiration was glistening over her whole body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 15:00:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hope shuddered at the sound of crop hitting flesh. She wanted to shout at the man who had used to crop on the young girl, like some other slaves where doing, but his words had some truth in them. Better to try to calm down and hope that the one who would buy her would be one of the tamer ones. She swallowed and tried to calm herself. If she could lure the her buyer to think that she was already broken she could escape easier. She was sure of it.<br><br>Still the fact that they were being sold like cattle made her want to vomit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 16:56:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sarah Lanner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4786139#msg4786139)<br></div><br>Sarah grew impatient. Two other bidders. This wasn't the usual, usually it was either just her or perhaps one other. Looking at her purse confirmed she had to manage with what she had. Perhaps others did the same thing, carrying 1000 dollars in cash made maths easy. Any more and your purse is too large to be practical, less and why bother right ? When your really wealthy people acted the same. 1000 petty cash per day.<br><br>Signalling to the bidder Kate finalized her thoughts.<br><br><strong>"Slave 1: 980 dollars" </strong>... She boomed hmm thats good and with any luck she would have the other two slaves she also bid ten dollars on<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 17:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Catherine stared in disbelief. Almost a thosand dollars! Her legs shook, this woman must have some very definite plans for her to bid so much. She watched the other bidders turn to regard the woman so intent on claiming her prize. <br><br>She glanced at the auctioneer, who seemed poised to bring down his gavel and end the agony of waiting for another, far more physical in nature.<br><br>She was no longer aware of her exposed body or the steel manacles that chaffed and cut into her wrists, drawn into the deep and thoughtful eyes of her potential owner.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>js207</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 19:20:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenni strode into the reception area with a confidence most would have said - though only out of her earshot, of course - crossed the line into arrogance. As her petite female assistant led her new purchases - hooded and shackled, of course, leashes connected to each slave's genitalia to make the slightest resistance brutally painful.<br><br>Despite the receptionist being present and alert, Jenni leant on her call button for several full seconds, smiling slightly as the poor girl trembled and her professional welcoming smile faltered in pain: the sadist knew from her previous visits exactly how the poor receptionist endured each ten hour shift: the button wasn't to summon her back from a break, since none were permitted, just to ensure the guest always had her full attention and cooperation - and, as in this case, to provide some extra entertainment.<br><br>As soon as she regained her composure, the poor receptionist smiled up at her tormentor and welcomed her as sincerely as the pain allowed, a little extra emphasis on the guest's full name thanks to the fading pain between her legs. Jenni was here for the annual beauty treatment topup, like most guests, and also to have some surgical 'enhancements' inflicted on the new slaves behind her, particularly the male.<br><br>Before their checkin appointment, though, there was enough time for a little fun. Detaching the leashes, Jenni offered the two a tempting reward: they were to fight each other, and the victor would, she promised, be allowed to walk out through the main doors. The receptionist and Jenni's assistant both looked surprised at this, so she reiterated "I am a lady of my word ... the winner <em>will</em> be allowed to walk out through those doors - just as you will both pay for doubting me!"<br><br>(( Technically, this action has moved from the auction hall, but I want to be sure it's OK before moving this into Kate's Farm thread - Aurelie, are you around? Any input? ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Farm - Auction Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 06:29:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">The Farm - Auction Hall (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109846.0)<br>The Farm - OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109847.0)<br>The Farm - Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109845.msg4786139#msg4786139)<br>The Farm - Invite Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109678.msg4788129#msg4788129)<br>The Farm - Forest Cafe (Mutual Location) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=113453.msg4933759#msg4933759)<br>The Farm - Sarah Lanner's Clinic (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111776.0)<br></div>
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