[EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:23:07</strong>
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				The Farmhouse is where everyone starts off.&nbsp; It is where people arrive.&nbsp; The main staff lives here, as down the owners.&nbsp; The lab is in a closed off section of the Farmhouse.&nbsp; Rest of staff lives off in cabins within the grounds.&nbsp; New Arrivals, please make sure to do your first posts here.<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/TheFarmSetting.jpg)(http://www.sulekha.com/mstore/vamsee/albums/Tuscany/farmhouse.jpg)(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/FloorPlanEdit3.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 17:38:10</strong>
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				Amy Andrews drove her large Hummer down the gravel road.&nbsp; Today had been a good day.&nbsp; She had managed to save a dog in need of emergency surgery, performed a few declawing on some cats, and even treated someone's pet snake.&nbsp; But now her day at the nearby vet's clinic was over, and it was time for her to head home.<br><br>Amy turned to her assistant at the clinic, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside her.&nbsp; She had asked her before she left if the girl wanted some real hands on experience at the farm she lived at, and she had quickly said yes.&nbsp; "So you ready to finally try out some field work Kanami?"&nbsp; She smiled at her as they drove, then turned back to watch the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 17:51:20</strong>
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				The sound of an engine dutifully working as it was supposed in addition to tires running over the road was all that filled Kanami Risuke's ears. She was sitting in a car along with Ms. Andrews, a vetenarian who owned a clinic in a small town in the middle of nowhere, you could say. And she was her assistant in training. Her parents had saved up a small fortune to allow her the journey to this small town. Somehow, this woman had been informed of Kanamis interest in becoming a vet and made her the offer to become her 'apprentice' of sorts. Naturally, Kanami and her parents accepted immediately.<br><br>And here she was. She had worked in the small clinic for nearly two weeks now and she had shown an aptitude for the work, already assisting Ms. Andrews wherever she could when it came to operating. At first, Kanami had thought she would faint when Ms. Andrews operated on a small house-cat. The blood and the sight of quivering flesh had been rather haunting for the young woman, but she had managed to compose herself. After all, this was what she had chosen to do.<br><br>Ms. Andrews had received a call earlier the day and as soon as she had taken care of the most urgend emergencies (and they were all urgent), she had announced that she would take her to a nearby farm and show her some of the real work she had to do outside of the clinic. Kanami thought nothing of it. After all, they were living in a rural town after all, there were lots of farms nearby. And it was no wonder that the people would call for her if their animals got sick, she was the only vet nearby for miles.<br><br>So, Ms. Andrws had packed a few things and they had left at noon. They were driving for nearly an hour now, and they had only exchanged a few words. The silence was a bit unnerving, even to the normally shy and reserved Kanami. She liked Ms. Andrews, she really did. She was a smart and sophisticated woman and really kind... she couldn't have asked for a better mentor, Kanami decided. She just wished she would know her a bit better, if she was to spent the next few years learning under her. <br><br><em>"So you ready to finally try out some field work Kanami?"</em>, Ms. Andrews asked her.<br><br>Of course, she would not have to ask her twice about it. Kanami enthusiastically nodded her head. "Oh. Oh yes, I am. I'm really... really looking forward to the animals on the farm, Ms. Andrews. I've always wanted to live on a farm when I was younger, you know?", she said, attempting to strike up a conversation with the older woman. "I think animals are so kind... so gentle, too. That's why I want to become a vet, just like you... but I already told you that, didn't I?", she asked with a small giggle. Yeah, she probably had told her that a few times already... even after the first few impressions, Kanamis eager to become a vet had not vanished yet, and she was excited at the prospect of living and working at a farm for a few days, caring for sick animals and helping them...<br><br><hr><br>Not even a mile away from the car of Ms. Andrews, another car was located. However, it was not moving. It was parked at the side of the road, the engine giving a few puffs of smoke every few seconds. A young man was leaning over the opened hood of the car and peered into the mess that was the engine block now. Mark Winston was by far no mechanic, but he could tell that there was nothing to salvage here. "Ah, crap! The car's busted, girls. Nothing I can do about it... shit!", he cursed. He was clearly displeased. <br><br>Mark Winston, star quarterback of the Arizona State University, had been sitting in this car along with a few lovely ladies, out for a nice trip to the beaches. And him being the only guy in that car, it could've been every mans dream, but now, this had to happen. And the broken down car was not the worst part yet. <br><br>He pulled out the road plan from his back pocket and pointed at the road they were on right now. "And according to the map... it's a more than just a few miles to the nearest town. Got no net for my cell either...", he said, holding up his cell phone. Of course, they were in the middle of nowhere, and the car had to break down right here...<br><br>"Sucks to say it girls, but I think we're stuck...", he announced to the girls and sighed. That was not what he had signed up for. He had planned on going with the girls to try and score with them. And even if he wouldn't suceed in that (which he thought unlikely), at least he'd still have a nice vacation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:04:09</strong>
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				Amy chuckles softly.&nbsp; "Yes you have told me, but I never get tired of hearing it.&nbsp; Not many have such a love for animals as you do Kanami.&nbsp; You will finally get to meet Raiga too.&nbsp; I would bring him with to the clinic, but he can be such a handful.&nbsp; He wouldn't sit still, would just be running around the clinic all day."&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled at her again.&nbsp; "So what are you most excited to see hun?"<br><br>Right after asking, she noticed a smoking car on the side of the road.&nbsp; Amy pulled her Hummer over and rolled down her window, ideas already forming in her mind.&nbsp; "Looks like you lot are in some trouble.&nbsp; I could give you a lift to the nearest phone."&nbsp; She motioned to the back seats with a smile.&nbsp; "Or you could always wait and see if a tow truck drives by."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:10:04</strong>
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				Holly was positively fuming, her thoughts matching the car's engine. It was her car, and she had been driving it, but she desperately tried to blame someone else for it all. God, maybe, or her parents for giving her such a crappy automobile. She climbed out and kicked one of the tires angrily, but she did it with a gentle touch, not looking to dislocate one of her pretty toes. "Damnit!" She said, with an angry huff. "Mark, could you look at it?" She asked pleadingly... Holly knew nothing about vehicles, and she didn't think that either Lita or Aoi did, so she turned to the only male of the group.<br><br>Holly had invited him personally... Jocks were right up her alley, and when she invited him on this trip, he had to have known that she had already slept with a few of his teammates beforehand. Holly was not a nymphomaniac, but she was very eager to express her own sexuality and 'experiment' with it, as all college students were supposed to do. Her sights were set on the tall, jockish quarterback, and things had been progressing smoothly until now.<br><br>They were hardly boyfriend and girlfriend; Sometimes Mark just seemed a little dull-witted to her, but she had been hanging on his arm lovingly at rest stops, giving the hicks there something to look at. But now the real Holly Warwick had come out to play; A manipulative girl who is accustomed to having her way. In exasperation, Holly had started to walk away from the car, as if intending to make it to Aspen on her own, but she turned back around, and began pacing about the car. There was nobody in sight... This was turning out to be a fan-fucking-tastic vacation.<br><br>About an hour later, a pickup truck rumbled down the road, and Holly hooted and jumped up and down to attract its' attention. It certainly helped her case that she had foregone wearing a bra, and her breasts bounced up and down inside of the maroon tanktop she wore. "Thank god!" She cried... They really had no way of contacting anyone else, and she was grateful that a woman had found them, and not some toothless hick. "Would you please give us a lift? Our phones don't work out here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 20:57:02</strong>
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				Danica stood facing her own bed, a blond headed woman laying on her back on the bed. It was play time for daddies not so little and not so dependent daughter. With her dagger in hand, a wicked smile on her lips, her eyes held the woman within. Deserae was a mostly broken pet, then again Deserae was so weak willed it had not taken much to break her; it suited Danica just fine. The woman was gorgeous, full of body, and was unquestionably submissive. <br><br>With a quick motion Danica jumped onto the bed, crawling with her knees, until she was straddling her naked pet, her knife waving menacingly over the woman's large bosom. This predictably drew whimpering from the woman who cowered under her master, her hands and arms now trapped under Danica's knees. <strong>Pretty kitty.</strong> Danica cooed to the poor pet. With her free hand she stroked the girls breasts softly, while the dagger found a home at the girls throat. <strong>Don't flinch or you might get hurt.</strong> Deserae didn't flinch, being very obedient. <br><br>Jordan lay in his large cage, listening absentmindedly to his mistress playing with her first. He was Danica's second, but wasn't fully finished yet as she had nabbed him about half way through the first year of the farms operation. His mind was partially broken and his body had begun being changed. <br><br>Seeing Deserae being such a good kitty, she got off of the woman and set her feet back onto the ground. <strong>Come here kitten.</strong> Deserae only hesitated a moment, her eyes fixated on the dagger but she knew not to wait to long it the dagger might actually cut her. Crawling over and down onto the ground; her body for a moment was half way on the bed, and the ground stretching her out making Danica bite her lip. When Deserae wrapped her arms around her mistresses leg and waited patiently for more commands, Danica knelt down and pet her on her beautiful blond head. <strong>Good kitten.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 01:05:14</strong>
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				Alex slept lazily in his room, exhausted from the last few days' work. His experiments were very complicated and hands-on, taking hours of intense concentration and enormous pressure not to mess anything up. He couldn't complain though, this was the position of a lifetime and he'd be happy with it until the day he died.<br><br>When he did awaken he heard no noise from his colleagues and so assumed he was alone in the compound, at least for the moment. He showered and dressed in his customary lab ensemble and ate something quick and simple as he made his way down to the lab for inspections. Things were in order and there were no unforeseen problems that he couldn't deal with anyway. He decided to run some hypothetical tests on a simulation program to see if they would work, because he was interested in trying out some new alterations to their test subjects. He had already transplanted a dog penis onto himself, and it gave him a very wicked idea involving that three-headed dog from Greek mythology.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 01:36:39</strong>
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				Goran hosed his boots and kicked them dry against the wall. He cracked his stiff neck and entered through the front door. He had been up early to work on a fence that had been poorly put up. The fence had been trickier then he had thought at first but now it would last some time. He had also taken time to check upon the hay. Yet now he went in to get something to eat. He walked across the dining room, not caring to look around if there where any one else around. He wasn't in the mood for talking anyway. As he walked he left a few wet steps behind him but the floor was a farmers floor and well taken cared of. He did hose of all mud and shit he got on his boots during work. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He never drank before nine but he could choose am or pm. He placed the bottle on the counter and slammed the cap with his palm to get it opened. The cool Irish Kilkenny watered his dry throat and he could wipe the sweat from his forehead.<br><br>He found some leftovers from last supper and smiled. It was pasta, with a delicious cheese and bacon sauce. Along with that came some meatballs, which by his standard got an A minus. The minus was as always because they weren't Swedish. Well he put all out of their buckets and placed them on a deep plate. After that he placed them in the microwave and waited while starting at his food as he slowly drank his beverage. Seconds before the beep he shut off the microwave and took out his meal. The smelled fresh and watered his mouth. He picked up a fork from it's place and placed it in his food. Then he walked back to dining room, sat down at the table and begun to eat. He leaned over his meal and placed his left arm around the plate. As he ate he wondered if there was something he had forgotten to do about the farm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 03:38:28</strong>
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				Tara was 23 when she took that turn off the interstate.&nbsp; Music blasting, wind in her hair - she was out on her own after having escaped a restrictive home life.&nbsp; She was free for the first time in her life, and it was intoxicating.<br><br>So intoxicating, in fact, that she'd reached 90 mph by the time she noticed the flashing lights in her rear-view.<br><br>"Crap," she muttered as she pulled over.&nbsp; Still, she managed to smile brightly when the officer walked up to her.&nbsp; "I'm <em>so</em> sorry, Officer," she said, twisting a lock of her shoulder-length red hair around a finger.<br><br>"We don' take kindly to speeders 'round here," the man said, obviously ignoring her feminine charms.&nbsp; "I'm gonna have to take you in."<br><br>"For <em>speeding</em>!?" she asked, incredulously.&nbsp; "B-but this is the first time I've even been pulled over!"<br><br>"Ma'am, do I have to cite you for resistin' arrest, too?" he asked in a slow drawl.&nbsp; "Now, just get outta the car, an' we're gonna take a little ride."<br><br>Tara huffed a little, but there was no getting around it.&nbsp; She climbed out of the car, and was soon bundled into the back of the patrol car.<br><br>"We'll send someone 'round to collect your car," the officer said, locking the doors and shifting back into gear.<br><br>Half an hour and a long stretch of rough road later, they pulled up to a farm house.<br><br>"What's this?"<br><br>"Look, you seem to be a good kid.&nbsp; A little heavy with the foot, but still - the type I can give a good deal to.&nbsp; See, this way, you don't have to deal with the points on your record, no fine - and all you have to do is help out on this farm for a while.&nbsp; You like animals?"<br><br>Tara was shocked - and relieved at the same time.&nbsp; She'd been paying cash for things to keep her parents from finding her, and a traffic fine would have tapped her out.&nbsp; "Animals?&nbsp; I'm pretty good with them, I guess..." she said.<br><br>"Good!"&nbsp; He cut the engine and opened the back door.&nbsp; "Mr. Arroyo!&nbsp; Got another one for you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:02:56</strong>
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				Danica heard a shout from outside and shoved Deserae off of her leg, and began prodding the woman back into her cage. Deserae knew what the prodding was and with her head low obediently entered her cage and laid down, watching as her mistress locked the cage, closed the door to the pet room and listened as the foot falls fade until she couldn't hear them any longer. <br><br>Walking out onto the front porch, ignoring the men in the house, Danica smiled viciously at the police officer. <strong>What did you nab her for? Indecent exposure?</strong> Danica said mischievously. For today, Danica was wearing tight blue jeans and a simple white shirt; it certainly was one of her more normal outfits and actually made her look like she fit in here on the farm, except for her medium length hair which still looked out of place. On her left hip attached to the belt was her dagger, sheathed, plain to see. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:49:14</strong>
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				"Doin' 90 in a 55 zone.&nbsp; Nothin' too bad, and I thought the little lady would be perfect for that program we've got with you-all."&nbsp; The officer winked on the side away from Tara - although she wasn't looking at him at all at this point.<br><br><em>What would someone need a knife like that for on a farm?</em> she wondered.&nbsp; She didn't voice that question, and managed a weak smile.&nbsp; "Officer Buckland told me I'd be helping out with the animals," she said, trying to sound cheerful about the whole affair.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:54:46</strong>
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				Danica gave a grin to the officer as she walked off the last of the steps and walked to the new girl, giving the officer a wink as she walked past him; her stride was naturally graceful and sultry and without any added effort. <strong>Hello. What is your name?</strong> Danica asked the lovely young lady, her demeanor was friendly but it held a strangeness to it, something Tara couldn't make out. Her voice was sickly sweet.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:21:22</strong>
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				"Tara," she replied, carefully avoiding giving her last name.&nbsp; If her parents found out she'd been pulled over, then they'd be bringing her back home in no time.&nbsp; There was a hint of an accent - one that traced her route to the opposite side of the country.&nbsp; How she'd managed to avoid getting another citation for the length of her trip was apparently a matter of luck.<br><br>Luck that had run out by the time 'Officer' Buckland met her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 10:51:16</strong>
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				Goran was done with his meal, so he got up from his chair and put the plate in the sink. He had heard some talking outside and it might be a new one coming. He didn't know of any new worker and bloody hell the house was quite full at the moment. So he marched across the dining room and stepped out as a nice young girl said her name as Tara. He stopped just behind and a bit to the left to Danica. From there Goran looked over at the new arrival. So not a worker and that meant something for Amy. Then he looked down on a ass he knew quite well and it was so very much fine. The sweet ass that kept his job safe more or less and he was grateful for that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 16:41:34</strong>
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				Kanami pushed her glasses up a bit as Ms. Andrews asked her what she was looking forward to the most. Well, she wanted to meet that Raiga of which Ms. Andrews spoke from times. She loved dogs, but that wasn't what made her all jittery inside about visiting this farm. "I want to take care of the animals. To make sure they're happy... ", Kanami replied with a shy smile. It was true. It was just as simple as that for the girl and this was all the motivation she needed.<br><br>Just then, a broken down car came into sight and Kanami looked on in interest as they passengers seemed to be her own age. She didn't mind if Ms. Andrews invited them along, after all, it was her car. But she was curious as to what they were doing out here, but such questions could easily be asked later, Kanami decided. Besides, she didn't want to be nosy...<br><br><hr><br>Mark grinned broadly as the driver offered to pick them up and get them to the nearest phone. Holly was rather eager to take her up on that offer and Mark himself also nodded. "Sure, it's not like we have much of a choice.", Mark conceeded. Then again, that woman was rather hot. And the Asian girl at the passengers seat was also quite pleasant to look at. A little bookish with her glasses and plain-looking, but he wouldn't be picky.<br><br>Besides, he was positive about his own physical strength, so there was no way this woman could do anything to them if she wanted to. "I say we better take that offer!", he said, more to the rest of the girls. But even if they didn't agree, he would definitely not wait for another car to pass by, walk all the way to the nearest village or be stuck here in the woods for some time, maybe even days!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:23:17</strong>
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				Lita was a rather muscular girl herself.&nbsp; She was stretched out in the back when it broke down.&nbsp; She cursed a bit as she got out of the car.&nbsp; "Well, we could walk back to the nearest point."&nbsp; She didn't mind the walk and she was sure Mark could take it.&nbsp; She wasn't so sure about the others though.<br><br>She couldn't help but to watch Holly's breasts bouncing as she tried to flag them down.&nbsp; She had experimented with girls before, though she didn't have a preferance they weren't as bad as most of the jocks she hung around with.<br><br>When the woman pulled up, she was relieved.&nbsp; She looked at Mark, shrugging.&nbsp; "I don't see why not."&nbsp; She knew Mark could take the woman and she knew she could as well.&nbsp; Karate in high school had helped keep her in shape as well as the few other sports she played.&nbsp; She was sure though that in Mark's mind, only he could protect them.&nbsp; Lita was just as sure of that as she was sure he hoped to get as many of them into bed as possible.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:02:29</strong>
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				Alex ran a diagnostic on the equipment and found that things were operating at maximum efficiency thanks to his and Dr. Andrews' breakthrough methods, despite their initial failures, and they were ready for more trials. Hopefully their non-scientific staff were having luck in procuring new and durable test subjects.<br><br>He checked the security cameras footage and noticed a new arrival. An attractive female, at that, his favorite sort. He couldn't wait to get his claws into her, among other things. He stayed in the lab waiting and watching. He was not the best when it came to social graces and so he left the job of 'recruiting' to the other staff at the farm. They had never let him down so far so he trusted them to do their jobs and never criticized them. Though if only they could bring in more people...so many more. He never wanted to run out of test subjects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 08:03:14</strong>
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				Danica instinctively could feel Goran's eyes gazing at her shapely ass; It didn't really bother her. Hearing the new arrival announce her name, Danica gave a pleasant smile. <strong>Hello Tara. You can call me Danica. Are you hungry? We can feed you before we will need to get down to your service. The person who will be in charge should be around soon. You shouldn't have to wait long.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:14:01</strong>
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				Goran didn't know why Danica was so nice to the new girl. She would be knocked out and transformed. Also why did she bother Mr Arroyo with the new girl. Well he could join in the play. As he had understood the joke was that she would work around here. He walked up to Tara and looked her over and then walked around her. He wasn't to impressed what he saw. <strong>"She could work with the hay! It's not to heavy or complicated for her!"</strong> He then turned to Danica with a straight face and he cracked his knuckles. His joints often became stiff but he enjoyed doing that as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:43:39</strong>
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				<strong>"It has been a while since breakfast,"</strong> Tara said sheepishly.&nbsp; She'd completely lost track of time as she'd driven.&nbsp; When the farm hand came around Danica, her eyes shifted automatically to him, and she looked back over first one shoulder and then the other as he went behind her.<br><br><strong>"You know, just because I didn't grow up in Hicksville doesn't mean I'm clueless," </strong>she said with a little annoyance.&nbsp; <strong>"Show me what needs to be done.&nbsp; I'm a fast learner."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 17:47:20</strong>
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				Amy nodded at them.&nbsp; "Well hop in."&nbsp; She motioned to the back doors of her Hummer.&nbsp; "Plenty of room for you guys."&nbsp; She waited for them to get in, then began to drive off.&nbsp; "Might not have much luck getting a mechanic on a Sunday.&nbsp; If we can't get ahold of them, I'll send a friend out to look at it.&nbsp; You can stay at the farm house until it runs again."&nbsp; She turned towards the back seat with a smile, then looked forward again.&nbsp; "So what are you all doing out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:17:26</strong>
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				A smile came upon Goran's face. He would love to break this little girl down. He had the tool and skill to do so. Yet spoke to him like he's inferior. Boy, was she up for a wakening call. He wondered what Amy would do to this poor soul. He knew very well that once one put their feet upon this farm they didn't leave. He thought for a moment where he could take her that wouldn't show any specific animals. He had to stay clear of the special places and then find her a hard work. That involved getting the hay to the barns top floor. There was also carrying logs that would be dried and stored for either fire wood or repairs. He would then love to take her but he doubted Danica would deny him that. <br><br>So Goran turned to the girl before he spoke. <strong>"You're not strong enough for most work"</strong> With that he turned back to Danica and thought for a second what he wanted to say. He liked to keep to himself when working but this scenario was different. <strong>"I'll show her what she can do and test her, before we find her a position. There's no point in disturbing Mr Arroyo."</strong> He always said what he hough when he spoke. He disliked to wrap things up or try to slowly warm up people before getting their will fourth. He liked animals that way, they where direct. Showing if they liked or didn't like someone. Then he turned to the road, he heard a car coming closer and he knew the engine of that Hummer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:44:31</strong>
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				Danica's smile faded partially at Goran's behavior. <strong>She was brought for Arroyo. You will do no such thing, at least... not until she has gotten some food.</strong> She gave him a tone of mock displeasure. <strong>Ignore him Tara, lets get you into the kitchen.</strong> Walking straight to the new girl Danica wrapped an arm around her and led Tara into the house. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:54:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Look, as long as it keeps me from getting a fine, or points on my license, I'm willing to help out,"</strong> Tara said as she was led into the rustic main room of the farmhouse.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean, I've never mucked out a stall or anything, but how hard can it be?"</strong><br><br>As she smelled the aroma of food wafting through the air, her stomach reminded her that it was well past time to eat.&nbsp; <strong>"And - I have to admit, I'm not really that good at cooking, so maybe helping with the animals would be a better choice,"</strong> she added with a little embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:59:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica was enjoying her little game. She was only playing the poor thing, making her shock to reality all the more juicy sweet. When Arroyo came to claim his prize, Danica would watch as the girl begged her, anyone for the truth not to be so. <br><br><strong>Who said you had to cook? I will make something for you. I have lived here for awhile now, gotta learn to cook. What would you like? We have anything one could expect for breakfast.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:29:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica was brave and nice girl. Yet he knew that she had something planned and in the end Tara would be in front of Goran in a new shape. He just nodded to Danica. He knew that after all there where 6 people here who all worked for the same goal. He could tell her to call for him but he didn't. Tara was no threat to Danica and it could be fun to see Tara eyes tear up if she tried to escape. He turned and walked away. He had things to do that was better then this. He would check on the fields and walked towards the pastures.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:54:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"No one did,"</strong> Tara said, still feeling a slight warmth coloring her face.&nbsp; <strong>"I was just thinking - what kinds of chores there might be."</strong>&nbsp; The offer of food brought her back to her usual self.<br><br><strong>"If you're making breakfast - some eggs and toast, please?&nbsp; Maybe some juice if you have any?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:13:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lots of chores. The farm has many things to do. Don't worry yourself over the specifics.</strong> Turning Danica cleaned a frying pan with hot water and some soap and rinsed it out. Placing it on the gas stove, she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the food Tara wanted, and made some extra for herself. After close to twenty minutes the food was ready and Danica placed Tara's onto a large plate and down on the table and set hers down as well. <strong>Enjoy.</strong> Danica could barely conceal a wicked smile as she knew this was likely the last meal the girl would enjoy as a free girl. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:37:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the kitchen, Mr. Alves Arroyo was seated at the table, and Danica would notice that for once he was dressed quite simply, setting aside his business suits for a day and opting for blue jeans and a T-shirt. He sipped quietly from a cup of coffee while he read from what appeared to be the Wall Street Journal. When Danica and Tara came into the house, he sat up a bit, setting his paper down. A thin smile crept onto his face, one that would seem to Tara an innocent expression, but Danica would see the pleasure in his eyes.<br><br>"Miss Day, I wasn't expecting any guests today. This is a surprise!" He spoke English well, but there was an unmistakable Hispanic accent in his voice. He set his cup down and stood to greet them, offering his hand to Tara. "My name is Alves Arroyo. I'm Danica's, ahh, <em>como se dice</em>, partner." This was one problem with their cover as a normal farm. It was impossible to masquerade as a platonic family, so usually they improvised. Alves had discovered that if you were friendly enough, most people would buy your lies, especially if they were just a little nervous.<br><br><hr><br>Holly climbed into the back seat of Amy's car, having to squeeze in with her friends. It was uncomfortable for her, but Mark had to hunch a bit, to keep his head from banging up against the roof of the cabin. She was practically half in his lap when Lita and Aoi managed to squeeze in, and none of them could put on a seatbelt comfortably.<br><br>Amy turned around to speak to them. <strong>"So what are you all doing out here?"</strong> Holly is hesitant; There's something about this woman that gives her the creeps, something instinctual and primeval. "We were on vacation," she said sheepishly, looking between Amy and her front seat passenger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:42:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara sat down and ate with all the enthusiasm of a college student.&nbsp; It hadn't been that long ago that she'd graduated from the little community college that her parents had sent her to - mostly because it was close to home so she didn't have to live in the dorm.<br><br><strong>"This is really good,"</strong> she said between bites.&nbsp; <strong>"Who knows, maybe I'll learn some things while I'm here, too."</strong>&nbsp; She was determined to put a positive face on this whole incident.&nbsp; Her parents would never find out, there was good food - Danica and Mr. Arroyo seemed reasonably friendly, and even if the other man was a little standoffish, he seemed to be willing to give her a chance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:07:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica looked up from her food grinning at Mr. Arroyo. <strong>Goran has offered to show Tara the ropes around here. The officer brought Tara here for you, though. What would you like to do? If Goran would work better I will show her to the farm to take him up on his offer.</strong> She took a bite of her bacon while she looked at the Hispanic co-owner, a wicked glint in her eyes only he could see. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:16:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex brought up the security footage all around the farm so he could monitor the activity around and see if anyone was there yet. Apparently while he was running diagnostics, some people had popped back in. The boss was in the kitchen, and so was Danica, as well as an unknown female. Perfect, he thought, another experiment. He decided to stay out of the way to avoid any awkwardness. But he did turn on the sound so he could listen to the conversation.<br><br>Arroyo reminded him of his uncle, a Hispanic man who did not appreciate that his sister married a 'gringo', but still remained close. Even though he was fluent, Alex never spoke Spanish, since his mother had stopped using it after divorcing his father and taking sole custody. A bizarre change, one that perhaps contributed to him becoming less concerned with the fate of his fellow man.<br><br>Apparently this new guinea pig's name was 'Tara'. He had already labeled her '#103' in his mind, and she would probably be given a different name anyway after they were through with her. He ran through all the different things he could change about her about six times in a ten-minute span, and began entering data about her into the computer. Skin tone, hair color, eye color, height, approximate weight, things he could gather remotely before he could get her on a lab table. Not that the lab table part wasn't enjoyable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:13:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Amy nodded at them.&nbsp; "Well hop in."&nbsp; She motioned to the back doors of her Hummer.&nbsp; "Plenty of room for you guys."&nbsp; She waited for them to get in, then began to drive off.&nbsp; "Might not have much luck getting a mechanic on a Sunday.&nbsp; If we can't get ahold of them, I'll send a friend out to look at it.&nbsp; You can stay at the farm house until it runs again."&nbsp; She turned towards the back seat with a smile, then looked forward again.&nbsp; "So what are you all doing out here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lita got in to the backseat, leaving room for the others.&nbsp; "We were just heading for a week out at a cabin.&nbsp; Relaxing from classes."&nbsp; She eyed up Amy, she seemed nice enough.&nbsp; Either way she was sure she could take the woman if she tried something funny.&nbsp; Lita doubted she would try anything though.<br><br>She relaxed, looking out the window as they drove by.&nbsp; "It's beautiful out here.&nbsp; Nice and quiet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayalee</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 22:21:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aoi sat down next to Lita, looking around a little. She did not like to intrude on Amy's car, and she saw Lita's look at her and thought it was quiet rude. Aoi quietly started to think if it really where such a good idea all of this. <br><br>Mark was nice and the largest reason she had agreed to come, but Holly had claimed him quiet early and Aoi was not someone to intrude, and Lita scared her a little. Oh well, it did not matter, soon she would be snug as a bug somewhere off the roads.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Tara had finished her breakfast, Alves stood up and took her plate, setting it into the sink. "If you're ready, we can give you a tour. Miss Day, would you fetch Goran?" The brusque Swede hated to be referred by his last name, and Alves was an accommodating man. Besides that, Alves was not entirely sure how to pronounce that Scandinavian mess of a name.<br><br>"Hmm," he mumbled, taking a moment to scan Tara thoroughly, a wicked look forming in his eyes. "I think perhaps I should give you my own tour," he said, taking a step towards her. One of his hands slid behind her back and pulled her close to him, his coffee breath hot in her face. "I think this one will make a fine addition, Miss Day. Do you think she would prefer bulls, stallions or dogs?" The door behind Tara was unlocked, a simple screen door was the only impediment to Tara's freedom. He leaned closed to her face and ran his tongue across her cheek, his hands on her loosening to give her the chance to run. He knew how Goran loved to chase. That one had not been modified, but he acted like a golden retriever anyways.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:03:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica laughed at her co-owners sudden forwardness with the new pet. <strong>I think she would do well with a Bull at her reigns. I could introduce her to Jordan? But I can see you and Goran would like first dibs, works for me.</strong> Danica slipped her dagger free of its sheath and held it menacingly. <strong>If you let her run, can I chase to?</strong> Danica asked, though she would run with Goran even if not invited. She liked hunting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"H-hey, just a minute,"</strong> Tara said, pulling away from the lick.&nbsp; <strong>"I said I'd help out on the farm for a while - but none of this touchy-feely stuff.&nbsp; That's a - a hostile work environment."</strong>&nbsp; She was now suddenly uneasy, but Officer Buckland had driven her here in his squad car.&nbsp; Her own car was miles down the highway, and that was <em>before</em> the turnoff onto the crude 'driveway'.<br><br>Even though there was only a simple screen door, it might have been an iron gate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:36:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica licked her lips displaying a wicked smile. <strong>Hostile? You have no idea dear.</strong> Danica took a step closer pulling her dagger up to her mouth as she took a lick of the length of the blade. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:45:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With that, Tara pulled completely away from Alves, backing towards the door.&nbsp; "<strong>Look,"</strong> she said, attempting a smile that came closer to a feral grimace.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't want any trouble - I'm here to help out with the animals, and that's it."</strong><br><br>If this was how these people dealt with their farmhands, it was no wonder that they needed to recruit random motorists to help out.&nbsp; Surely no one could actually <em>enjoy</em> working under these conditions!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 05:34:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica reached out with a swiftness grabbing Tara's arm and pulled her in close, placing the dagger at the young woman's throat. She teased the girl by pressing it against the skin but not hard enough to draw blood. <strong>She has spirit Alves.</strong> Danica gave a quick glance to the former drug lord. Looking back to Tara, Danica leaned and licked the girl's cheek. <strong>You will be... helping... with the animals, at least in a way.</strong> With a grin she licked Tara again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 16:59:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex saw what they were doing. It was rare that they ever managed to lure an unsecured target back to the farm and he didn't want them damaging her before he got his hands on her. He pressed a button on an intercom that was also wired throughout the house. "Hey! No damaging the goods! I still want to perform an examination and I want her in perfect health!" he protested the knife-threatening Danica's approach. Sure, most of the test subjects chose 'flight' instead of 'fight' when their adrenaline was pumping, but one never did know just what kind of reaction a person would have to this situation. Tara might turn out to be suicidal and fight to the death.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:51:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy turned off onto an almost unnoticeable dirt path through a group of trees.&nbsp; "Were almost there guys."&nbsp; The woods around them was thick, and the only clear way through them seemed to be the path they were on, though it was quite bumpy.&nbsp; After about ten minutes of going through the trees, they came out the other end, revealing wide open grassy fields, a small lake, and a stream, with a bridge going across it.&nbsp; On the other end of the bridge the farmhouse was visible in the distance.&nbsp; "Home sweet home."<br><br>Amy slowly crossed the bridge, pulling up beside the farmhouse.&nbsp; "Alright, do you guys mind waiting out here a minute?"&nbsp; She turned to the other people in the vehichle while&nbsp; she spoke, unbuckling her seat belt.&nbsp; "I won't be very long."&nbsp; She opened her door and exited the Hummer, walking into the building to see Danica, Alves, and the girl.&nbsp; "Really now... is that necessary..."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "Alves, I brought some friends back with me, as well as my assistant from the clinic, is this really the first thing they should be seeing?&nbsp; If you must do this, at least do it out of sight.&nbsp; And I hope we have some free cottages, a few of my guests will be staying the night normally for once, just until we get a bit more information on them."&nbsp; She then watched and waited to see if they would take Tara someplace else so she could bring the carload in.&nbsp; She really was eager to get to work with Kanami.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:59:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lita looked out the window still as they pulled into the farmhouse.&nbsp; It seemed nice enough here.&nbsp; She looked back at Amy and nodded. "Sure, but mind if we stretch our legs first?"&nbsp; Once Amy went in, Lita undid her seat belt and got out.&nbsp; She stretched her long legs, leaning back against the truck.&nbsp; It felt good to be out of that cramped cabin.<br><br>She looked back at Holly and Mark.&nbsp; "So, what do you two think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayalee</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:41:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aoi simply sat there, hearing the question asked to the other two passangers. Her eyes travel out into the woods, looking at them, feeling the lingering darkness and hearing the stream.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:50:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From the Lower Pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50582.msg2387942#msg2387942) Goran came walking. He noticed first Amy's hummer and then a few new faces. He kept a thin smile on his face. Today really was a fun day. So many people to turn and fuck. Indeed a good day's work here. He noticed a male and the first he sighed in his mind. Yet then it came to him that a male might be harder to brake down. He walked up to the porch and looked at the new arrivals.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 04:26:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holly didn't like being left in the car like some child, but she would respect Amy's wishes... This time. Crossing her arms, she looked over to Lita, a small frown on her face. "I hate the country. We should have taken a plane," she pouted, leaning against Mark's arm like a tired little girl. Her hand rubbed against his shirt, a small grin forming on her face. "I wonder where we'll be sleeping tonight," she mumbled suggestively.<br><br><hr><br>Alves became a bit more reserved when Danica pulled out that wicked knife and held it up to Tara's adorable throat, threatening to give the girl a new hole to breathe from. "Miss Day, that won't be necessary," he said in an even tone... He was not panicked, far from it, but he would be truly disappointed if his business partner ruined this fine new delivery to the farm. It would be like spilling a dozen eggs on the ground; You just couldn't put them back together again.<br><br>Alex, the science nerd who was Amy's assistant, agreed with Alves's unspoken thoughts.<br><br>Amy came in a moment later, obviously displeased with the scene. New prospects, already? This was turning out to be a very fortunate day. His hand went to Danica's arm, gently. "I'd ask that you put the knife away, Miss Day. Let's take her to the training barn..?" He asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 04:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danica withdrew the dagger with a laugh. <strong>She wasn't going to get hurt, you know me. I only hurt my pets. So we have new arrivals? Any I might be able to pick?</strong> Danica asked with another wicked smile. Sheathing her dagger, she did not let go of Tara though. <strong>Jordan needs something new to play with.</strong> Roughly she pulled Tara into her arms and pet the girl. <strong>Well now Tara, looks like we will be getting started, well you and Alves more like it. Your his after all.</strong> With a sweet smile she pushed Tara closer to Alves offering up his prize to him. <strong>Here you go. Enjoy.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 05:18:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Y-you're insane!"</strong> Tara said when Danica released her.&nbsp; Nervously, she brushed at her clothing and hair, settling it back in order after the man-handling she'd just had.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely comfortable with going anywhere with Mr. Arroyo, but at least a barn was outdoors, and she wouldn't have to worry about evading half a dozen people if she had to run.<br><br><strong>"Look, just - show me where I'll be working.&nbsp; I'll do my job, you can sign off on my ticket, and we'll just - stay out of each other's way.&nbsp; 'Kay?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				During the ride on the bumpy road, Mark briefly wondered what kind of work this woman was doing to ride such a car anyway. Besides, it wasn't really a womans car anyway. But all that became rather insignificant as Holly decided to latch onto him and whisper those sexy words about their night into his ear.<br><br>"Don't really care so much about where I'm gonna sleep, as long as I have this notion who is going to share my bed with me...", Mark said with that shit-eating grin of his. Oh yeah... and if he played his cards right, he could maybe even make this night a threesome... maybe even a foursome, with all of the girls that had come with him. And then, there was that girl who had come along with him. Hell, make it a fivesome then!<br><br>She wasn't really his type, but damn, a pussy was a pussy to him, after all. But, being an Asian, he found her to be rather exotic-looking. Thus, Mark decided to break the silence that hung over the passengers of the womans car while she was doing... something. "So, what're you doing here? Don't tell me you're in on this because you want to be here?", he asked crudely.<br><br>Kanami was already a bit put off as the guy of the group they had picked up adressed her as if she was crazy for being in here. She had mixed feelings when Ms. Andrews had invited them into the car. After all, they could've been dangerous, but in the end, it wasn't her decision. Now, she could only hope they would be gone soon. She had a slight blush on her face as she looked in the backmirror and spotted the girl rubbing her body rather openly against the young man. How obscene they were!<br><br>Still, even if they had no decency didn't mean that Kanami had to forget all of her manners. So, she answered. "My name is Kanami Risuke. I'm Ms. Andrews assistant and I've been invited to help her out on her work on this farm.", she replied curtly, adjusting her glasses a bit as she continued to politely stare out of the front window and not at the couple in the backseats.<br><br>"Ugh, so you're gonna help her take care of those animals? Good luck with that, I guess...", Mark commented. Now he had pretty much lost interest in her. Anyone who was out here in the middle of nowhere on their own free will were... weird, to say the least. And not really his kind of weird. His kind of weird was more how freaky Holly was rumored to be outside of campus... the stories were numerous and he was itching to find out how much of it was true.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 09:54:55</strong>
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				He caught Tara when Danica pushed her away, one arm wrapping reflexively around her stomach to keep her from straying. "Thank you, Miss Day," he said when she sheathed her knife. He rested his chin on Tara's shoulder; Perhaps a dangerous position but Tara didn't seem like much of a fighter. "If you would come with me, Miss... Tara," he said, realizing he did not know her last name. It did not matter; She would only be a regular person for so much longer, and his animals didn't deserve to be treated with respect, to have their own surnames.<br><br>He released her abdomen, and replaced that hand firmly on her shoulder. He motioned to the front door, where she had came through several minutes ago. "There are guests outside. If you act up, I will see that you never leave this place," he said in an even voice. It was so simply stated, that it could be conceived as genuine. <br><br>Outside, the two of them went, his hand resting on her shoulder the whole way in case she strayed. Not that it would matter; It looked like a regular farm from the outside, but they were in a very remote area, and they had security measures in place in case any of their charges got happy feet. They passed by Miss Andrew's hummer; He couldn't see their new guests through the tinted windows, but he waved at the vehicle anyways, wondering to himself if there were any tasty morsels in that bunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 14:20:51</strong>
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				Tara gave him a tight smile.&nbsp; "I won't 'act up' as long as you don't give me a reason to."&nbsp; She glared at the hand on her shoulder, but decided that this was worth not having to deal with the nut-job lady with the knife.<br><br>"As I said, I'm only here to work off my speeding ticket.&nbsp; Once that's done, we can go our separate ways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 18:20:07</strong>
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				As Alex listened to the conversation between Tara and the others and blinked in disbelief. Did she still really think this was about a speeding ticket? Well, perhaps reducing her intellect to the level of an animal would not be necessary at all. He found it somewhat amusing after a few moments, that some people simply could not accept anything outside of the norm as reality. That was what attracted him to this field, is the belief, finally, that something belonging only in science fiction was actually able to be made real.<br><br>He lost track of the people on camera once they left the house but now he began running simulations of body types and what sort of modifications would be most suitable for someone like Tara. Certain models of animals were ruled out automatically based on sex, like bulls only being males and cows only being females, but beyond that, there was more complication in what sort of animals were best suited for hybridization based on height, weight, muscle mass, body fat, and age. For someone like Tara, he speculated that she had a wide range of possibilities. Her age, body type and health indicated the best matches were up to four different possibilities: horse, goat, cat or dog. He decided to consult with the boss and Dr. Andrews before offering his personal opinion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 11:09:09</strong>
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				When they were clear of the Hummer, past the corner of the house and heading towards the training barn, Alves dropped the polite act. There was something about her that just brought out an animal in him. He shoved her to the ground, sending her into the dirt and gravel path. "There are no 'seperate ways', <em>puta</em>," he spat. His face contorted into a sneer; It was an expression unlike the usually cool Alves Arroyo, but whenever he personally did the training, he could not believably be a passive trainer. There must be fear instilled, and working with the Colombian Military so many years ago, torture was usually his device, but he didn't want to mar the patients too much, so he had to resort to fear tactics.<br><br>"If you scream, I'll beat you like a stupid <em>perra</em>," he warned, flexing his fist tightly to emphasize his words. He climbed on top of her and sat lightly on her chest, not enough to crush her but enough to let her know that she wasn't getting up with him above her. His hand wrapped around her red hair, and tugged at her scalp. "Do you understand me bitch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 11:17:22</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Rio_Avatar2.jpg)<br><br>I came in from the yard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50577.msg2406095#msg2406095) to my room, threw my dirty laundry in the basket, showered and changed into fresh jeans and a tee and left my jacket off, it was turning out to be a warm day.<br><br>I towelled my hair and shook my head until my shaggy mane flopped about everywhere in a casual mess before slipping on socks and padding out into the main room.<br><br>Someone had been cooking. <em>Oh?</em> Middle of the day snacks were not unknown but were rare, I fed these people enough calories to keep combat soldiers on the go after all. Wasn't breakfast enough for them? I scraped away leftovers and put the dishes in the dishwasher and wiped round. I stopped and sniffed. There was a new perfume in the air, unfamiliar... A visitor? I needed to start dinner soon. I checked my weeks menu and remembered I'd chosen for today a big farmhouse lasagne, garlic bread loaves and a monster salad.<br><br>I came out of the kitchen, towel in hand to see Ms. Andrews in the main room talking with Ms. Day. <em>What's Ms. Andrews doing here? Isn't she at the clinic today?</em> Just at that moment Ms. Day's cell phone rang and she spoke to it quickly for a moment, just a few words before tucking it away.<br><br><strong><em>"Business. Daddy needs me to sort some things out for security. I need to get moving. I doubt I'll be back for a few days,"</em></strong> she said to Ms. Andrews and with that she was past me and gone out the back door. I heard her car start up and the rattle of dust under her tyres as she drove out round the front and over the wooden bridge. Down the drive she gunned the engine and roared away.<br><br>I turned to Ms. Andrews and raised an eyebrow. I was just a soldier here, what Ms. Day got up to wasn't my business. <strong>"Need me for anything, Ma'am? If you don't I can start dinner."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 13:07:29</strong>
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				Amy smiled at Rio, watching as Danica took off.&nbsp; "We have some guests Rio.&nbsp; If you would be so kind as to see to them.&nbsp; Make sure to get their identities, then have someone do a scan on them for potential security risks.&nbsp; If everything checks out, they wont be guests tomorrow.&nbsp; Oh, and send Kanami in too.&nbsp; I would like to get started on her as soon as possible."&nbsp; She then went to the intercom.&nbsp; "Clear the lab.&nbsp; It will be just me and my 'assistant' down there, and I don't want anything happening to her."&nbsp; Her voice was stern.&nbsp; Amy did not really like Alex, but she put up with him because of Alves.&nbsp; With that she went and sat down in the sitting room, awaiting Kanami.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 13:36:45</strong>
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				RIO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We have some guests Rio. If you would be so kind as to see to them. Make sure to get their identities, then have someone do a scan on them for potential security risks. If everything checks out, they wont be guests tomorrow. Oh, and send Kanami in too. I would like to get started on her as soon as possible."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Guests? Oh wow. Oh good! Awesome in fact!</em> My grin probably gave away my enthusiasm at once. I nodded my head eagerly.<br><br><em>Fresh meat! Yes!</em> I had never been here while Ms. Andrews and Alex had actually done their conversion work. I was keen to see it happen and see the results. Goran, Alex and I had discussed stuff quite a bit out of earshot of the Big Bosses and we knew what the basics were and that either before or after the physical changes the 'animals' were trained up. It was usually the Big Bosses' decision on whether a new 'animal' was trained up before or after conversion. I hoped I might be able to lend a hand with that, a pet of my own who slept in my room and whom I could abuse any time of the day or night was... exciting. The thought aroused me and my tight jeans became a little uncomfortable.<br><br><strong>"Absolutely, Ma'am. Will they want overnight accommodation and dinner?"</strong><br><br>Ms. Andrews confirmed that they would. I knew we could use the lakeside chalets. They just needed airing and linen in there. She also mentioned they'd left their broken down car out on the old south town road...<br><br>I went out onto the front porch and pulled on clean boots before going down the wooden steps to meet the group of people in the Hummer, my face lit by a wide beaming smile.<br><br><strong>"Hi! Welcome to the farm! I'm Rio, chief cook and bottle washer! Pleased to meet you all!"</strong> I wiped my hands with the kitchen towel and wore a relaxed air of happy welcome. <strong>"Sorry to hear about the trouble you had on the road. But you'll be stopping over? That's good, I love to cook and the more the merrier! We can get you a place to sleep and something to eat later. Oh, yeah, which one is Miss Kanami?"</strong> I looked around. There were two Asian looking girls. I recognised the name; Ms. Andrews had mentioned a Kanami Risuke before as her assistant at the clinic.<br><br><strong>"Miss Kanami? Yeah? Ms. Andrews would like you to go in and talk to her - just in there, in the main room. She's waiting."</strong> I turned to the other young people, a petite plain Asian girl, a tall muscular brown haired woman, a waaaay-too pretty and curvy college beauty with lovely auburn hair and a big beefy jock type guy.<br><br><em>Hot.</em><br><br><strong>"Hi everyone. If you follow me I'll get you all sorted out. You can stay over there in the lakeside chalets. Just go that way, back over the bridge then turn right along the shore path. I'll be right with you in just a tick!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 14:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2406088#msg2406088">Quote from: Darkly Dreaming Doomsday on 02-11-2009, 11:09:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you scream, I'll beat you like a stupid <em>perra</em>," he warned, flexing his fist tightly to emphasize his words. He climbed on top of her and sat lightly on her chest, not enough to crush her but enough to let her know that she wasn't getting up with him above her. His hand wrapped around her red hair, and tugged at her scalp. "Do you understand me bitch?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tara had drawn breath to scream, but the threat of a beating made her voice die in her throat.&nbsp; Eyes wide, she nodded in response to his question, as her mind raced.<br><br><em>Oh god - he's like one of those guards from the stories,</em> she thought, remembering a cable drama that focused on life in a maximum security prison.&nbsp; As he loomed over her, she was anticipating all sorts of horrors to happen right there on the lawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 14:22:08</strong>
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				She seemed to be cowed instantly; He grinned, a savage look in his eyes, and he pulled her by the hair. "Get up. You've still got to serve your sentence," he growled, not-so-gently helping her to her feet. He didn't want to tug too hard on Tara's hair; it was so beautiful, and he was not one to piss on the Mona Lisa unless it was brutally necessary.<br><br>With or without her cooperation, Alves took Tara to the training barn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50579.0), where she would find out first hand how she would be helping the farm prosper. And the only voluntary part would be how much she liked it, or how much she hated it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 17:07:54</strong>
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				Kanami sat patiently in the car and eventually, a young woman approached the car. As she adressed them and her in particular, Kanami stepped out of the car. She followed the direction that the woman called Rio pointed to and told her that she would find Ms. Andrews there, who would already be waiting.<br><br>"I understand. Thank you, Miss Rio.", Kanami said and bowed before the young woman. She had a smile on her face. This was going to be so good, the first person she met here and she was really friendly already. She had a feeling that the time spent here would be a memory she would cherish. Fresh air, good weather and lots of the animals she loved to take care of, it couldn't get any better for Kanami.<br><br>With a pleasant expression on her face, she slowly made her way over to the main house where she was told Ms. Andrews would be waiting for her. She figured it was probably about where she could find anything she would need and where they would be staying, so she was not too quick on her way there, instead enjoying the nice weather and relaxing her feet after the ride here. "This is such a nice place... I think I'll enjoy my stay here.", she mumbled to herself.<br><br><hr><br>As they were finally greeted by someone, Mark got out of the car and looked at the woman. She was rather nice to look at, but that didn't quite prevent Mark from catching what she had said. She said something along the lines of them staying here. <br><br><em><strong>"I'll be right with you in just a tick!"</strong></em><br><br>Was what she said. The girl that had been with the woman who owned the car had also already wandered off, and now they were left alone again. "Hey, wait up!", Mark called out to the woman and approached her.<br><br>"No offense, but who said we wanted to stay over? We just need a phone, let a mechanic pick up our car and fix it and we're on our way...", he explained. Really, even though this looked like a nice enough place, he was not a fan of the country side and he would much rather stay in a motel or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 17:38:00</strong>
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				A Large, very excited sheep dog-like figure appeared to be moving towards the farm house from a distance, running from the lower pasture to the Farm house with little break in speed. He barked loudly as he ran up to these new people, wondering if his master had invited them. Barked and sniffed, barked and sniffed, the cycle was repeated with each new comer, and some old comers as well, Raiga's tail wagging back and forth as he watched them walk to the main house. He finally reached a young girl with glasses, and sniffed her, seeming to take a liking to her immediately. Raiga barked at Kanami, looking up at her while walking beside the girl with glasses, wondering what his master had planned for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 18:03:05</strong>
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				RIO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, wait up! No offense, but who said we wanted to stay over? We just need a phone, let a mechanic pick up our car and fix it and we're on our way..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I turned back to the good-looking beefy jock. He was really tall and when he was close he was... distracting. <em>Even hotter close up</em>.<br><br>I smiled and put my weight on one leg, hand on that hip, <strong>"Oh you must stay over! One night at least! Please! I love cooking and its lasagne tonight. Besides we're a bit off the beaten track here and Stevie's Garage is ten miles beyond town so a tow truck won't be getting to your car today anyway. It was on the south road wasn't it? Ms. Andrews said. She'll have phoned already, she's a darling like that."</strong><br><br>I flicked some hair back and straightened my back a little. I had quite by random chosen an old tee shirt. Old, faded orange, and... tight.<br><br><strong>"We'd love to have you guys stay a night. Its no bother, really. And in the morning while your car's being repaired you can meet the animals."</strong><br><br>Raiga then ran up and all around like he does, the daft thing.<br><br><strong>"Raiga! Don't annoy our guests. Go in the house, Mistress Amy is in there! Go on!"</strong> I clapped my hands and shooed the dog along, he seemed to have taken a liking to Ms. Andrew's assistant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:19:23</strong>
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				Lita looked the fit farm hand girl up and down.&nbsp; She had to admit there was something attractive about her.&nbsp; Maybe all that country living.&nbsp; She stepped up alongside Mark, looking at Rio.&nbsp; "I don't think it's a big deal Mark.&nbsp; I mean, if they want us to stay and if it doesn't put them out."&nbsp; She shrugged a bit.<br><br>"Besides, it would be much better then a motel and we still have a good way to go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:21:14</strong>
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				Kanami involuntarily jumped a bit as a loud bark was suddenly heard and a moment later, a large, white dog ran up to her. She was not afraid though. He seemed rather friendly and his tail was wagging, so he was probably just excited and not dangerous. He was a rather big dog though, Kanami hadn't expected that. And then she slapped herself mentally. Of course, if he was to help on a farm, he naturally had to be somewhat larger than the average city dog. "What a good boy... you must be Raiga, right?", she asked the animal helper of this farm. <br><br>Her hand reached out and she patted the dogs head. Then, forgetting a bit where she was and where she was expected, she stroked his fur a bit. For a farm dog, he was really clean and his fur was nearly immaculate. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kanami.", Kanami introduced herself to the dog as she continued to pat the dog. She was enjoying it, having such friendly encounters on the farm.<br><br><em><strong>"Raiga! Don't annoy our guests. Go in the house, Mistress Amy is in there! Go on!"</strong></em><br><br>The voice of the farm hand called over to them. That brought Kanami back to the there and then. Giving Raiga a last pat on the head, she parted ways with him."Sorry, I gotta go. I'll play with you later, Raiga.", she promised the dog with a smile. It didn't even matter if he could understand her, but she knew that animals and dogs especially were very sensitive to the tone of ones words.<br><br>Leaving him behind, Kanami skidded towards the door and opened it. Entering the house, she bowed a bit before stepping inside. There, she already saw Ms. Andrews waiting for her, sitting on a chair. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Ms. Andrews. You wanted to talk to me?", she excused herself as she looked around the room. It was quite nice, she had to admit. Oh, this was getting better and better.<br><br><hr><br>It was showing that Mark was not quite happy with the prospect of staying here in the middle of nowhere, even if the houses seemed nice enough. But even so, could he argue against the two women as they kept on trying to persuade him to stay? After all, Rio said that the car was being taken care of...<br><br>Eventually as she was talking though, Mark couldn't help himself anymore as his head eventually dropped an inch or so and he didn't exactly held any eye contact with the young farmhand anymore. Man, she did have a nice chest, and it really showed in that kind of shirt. If she would wear this kind of outfit every day, then maybe the countryside wasn't as bad as he thought... especially since he hadn't seen a single man. Secretly, Mark was beginning to wonder if this was a dream or heaven on earth. A personal heaven for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:47:31</strong>
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				Alex decided that there wasn't anything significant taking place within the house that needed his immediate attention. He headed out the back entrance of the lab so as not to be seen, leaving his lab coat behind but keeping a tranquilizer gun tucked into his pants at the small of his back in case one of their new guinea pigs decided to run. They all looked so tempting, he couldn't wait to dig his proverbial claws into them. He headed over to the Lower Pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50582.25) to go see to their successful conversions and compile any new data as well as to tend to their needs. He had a notepad in the pocket of his dress shirt and several pens that never seemed to run out of ink no matter how much he used them (and he used them a LOT); just one of the perks of having top-of-the-line everything where he worked.<br><br>Molly probably needed milking by now and Musco might need to be fed, unless Molly had already tended to that. It was lucky they were compatible or they'd have to be separated and their minds would degrade further. It was easier to assess their condition when they were still able to speak a little bit. And of course it made it easier for them to understand orders; he hated when he wasn't listened to. Dr. Andrews may have been his superior but he got the feeling she wanted to shoot down everything he said. He didn't think she liked him much but maybe one day she'd get bored with this place and then he'd be head scientist instead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:18:35</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>As I sent Raiga on his way (perhaps the curious dog would stick with the stranger and go into the house, especially as his mistress was in there), I heard a voice behind me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't think it's a big deal Mark. I mean, if they want us to stay and if it doesn't put them out. Besides, it would be much better than a motel and we still have a good way to go."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"You bet!"</strong> I turned around and grinned at the group of young holidaymakers again, <strong>"I mean there's no motel in town - well, no decent one that is. There's the Fanning Lodge which is okay... if you don't mind sharing with roaches. Just, you know, take some bottled water is all I'd say about that place."</strong> Again I gestured to the path across the bridge and around the lake. <em>What is it with these kids? Afraid the boogeyman will come get them in the night? Idiots!</em><br><br><strong>"While we're free. And all home cookin' by yours truly. Well, sure, I use a jar of this and a can of that but most of the ingredients are grown right here on the farm. We like it that way, self sufficient and nice and homely. You'll see right soon enough."</strong><br><br>I wiped my hands on the towel one last time and ran a finger through my fringe, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. I looked at the tall sporty guy, and allowed myself a little wink at him, <strong>"Everything you could need for the night is right here. And we got some good mechanics out back as well. We can maybe fix up your car in the morning. I'll ask Ms. Andrews to get Stevie to bring it over here first thing. You should be on your way by lunchtime. How's that?"</strong><br><br><em>Christ, you tight assed city fucks, c'mon, this is fuckin' hard work! Just stay the freakin' night already. You won't give a shit about tomorrow night.</em> My kind smile never faltered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:22:58</strong>
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				Amy smiled as Kanami entered.&nbsp; "Hello there.&nbsp; How do you like the area?"&nbsp; She nodded to the seat near her, her eyes never leaving the asian girl.&nbsp; Kanami was perfect in every way.&nbsp; Smart, cute, obedient, willing to learn, and believes almost anything told to her.&nbsp; Amy waited for Kanami to answer, then spoke once more.&nbsp; "First things first, all new workers have to have a physical.&nbsp; While I am a vet, I normally am the one that performs it.&nbsp; Even though you are here as my assistant, you will still require one.&nbsp; I hope this wont be a problem, Kanami."&nbsp; She smiled at the girl once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:54:27</strong>
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				As Kanami took the seat offered to her next to Ms. Andrews, she was asked how she liked it so far. That was pretty easy to answer for her. "It's beautiful. I can't wait to see it all. I also met Miss Rio already and Raiga too. They're both really nice as well. I like it here, Ms. Andrews.", it practically gushed out of the girl. One could really hear the honest excitement in the young womans words. And Kanamis eyes were practically glowing with eagerness to begin working.<br><br>That was not dimmed in the slightest as Ms. Andrews explained she would have to do a physical with her. "It's not a problem at all, Ms. Andrews. You know I have all the shots needed for this kind of work.", she explained. Of course, she had taken all the precautions necessary even before she had boarded the flight to this town. And she had shown her all the papers proving that fact.<br><br>Still, she wondered if she could really do a full physical here in the room next to the door. After all, if it included removing her clothes, Kanami would be rather hesitant to do that here. "Do you want to do the physical in here? Or is the kind where I am not required to strip?", she asked. By now, she trusted the woman implicitly. After all, she had offered to teach her, had taken her in and made her feel at home even in this city so far away from her home where she had lived all her life with her parents. But still taking off her own clothes where anyone could walk in at any time was too daring for her. Her parents had raised her better than that...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:57:37</strong>
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				Goran got a smile on his lips. This was working out fine with the girls, they seemed happy to be taken care of. What sweet girls they where. Yet that boy seemed to become a problem but Goran had away around that. He was the biggest on the farm and he was the one to take acre of big problems. The man looked like he could take a punch and that was just the challenge for Goran. He whistled at Rio. <strong>"Stay clear of my beer!"</strong> Goran had his beer ordered direct form Ireland. Well Danica helped out a lot since they entered a bar, was used in a CEO-party and then shipped to him. There wasn't many of them left and it would probably be two weeks until next shipment.<br><br>He walked up to the guy. He thought for a second how fun it would be to punch him right here and right now. The big boss had gotten his fun so he wanted a bit fun as well. Yet he wouldn't be such a brute, he had become refined a bit at least. <strong>"I need help out on the fields by a strong guy. It involves ATV driving and heavy lifting. You'll earn a pair of beer for it!"</strong> Wouldn't that be just enough fro his kind to help out. That Goran planned a trap that would make them late for dinner was something he couldn't plan right. After all if the man looked around he wouldn't see many guys working. Goran then turned and walked over to a red and a black four wheeled ATV. Goran walked up to the black one and cracked his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:01:21</strong>
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				Amy chuckles softly.&nbsp; "There is a private medical lab downstairs where we tend to sick and injured animals.&nbsp; Or if you want, we could do it out in the stables, since it is such a beautiful day.&nbsp; All I have to do is make a call and no one would bother us in either place."&nbsp; Kanami seemed so eager to be here.&nbsp; Well Amy was here to please.&nbsp; If Kanami never wanted to leave, she would....'accommodate'.&nbsp; She smiled at the girl once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:46:31</strong>
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				"You have your own private lab here?", Kanami asked with a gasp. For a brief moment, she wondered why she would need that. After all, they were just here to check up on all the animals, right? If one of them needed surgery, they could probably do it in the city...<br><br>Then again, she figured, this was a rather rich-looking farm, so this was probably done for convenience sake. It still had Kanami fired up and now she really wanted to see it. After all, she would really need to check it out as soon as possible to find out where she would work. "Oh, I want to see that, Ms. Andrews.", she practically begged the woman. "We can do the physical there, right?"<br><br><hr><br>Pulled out of his thoughts by a male voice, Mark stopped oggling Rios prominent chest for a moment to see a greasy farmworker call out to them. Yeah great, that was a farm for you, he simply figured. Sweaty guy with dirty pants, not exactly what he wanted to be. And then he had the guts to offer him to work for a bit. "News flash, dude. I'm on a vacation with these three ladies and all you offer me for work is a beer? Get real, man!", he shouted back at the man as he was leaving. Expecting him to work for a bit of beer? Beer that was worth like... two dollars or something? That would be slave labor! <br><br>"Fuck that...", Mark mumbled to himself as he turned back to the girls he had come with. "So, you all want to stay here?", he asked them. Granted, if what that Rio-chick said was true, this was their best option, but still... Mark was not a fan of the countryside, that fact simply persisted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 01:33:26</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>Hands on hips I regarded Goran with mild surprise. He was a brute of a man and could act the bull in the china shop easily, like he seemed to be doing now. I wasn't entirely sure how well wired together his brain was. The idea of offering these holiday makers work in return for beer sounded like his usual nonsense. Maybe Ms. Andrews had tried to make a gorilla one day and had failed and produced Goran instead. It could have been worse. She could have produced a second-hand car salesman.<br><br>I noted the young man's response of obvious distaste (<em>'Fuck that', indeed...</em>) and tried to calm things.<br><br><strong>"Hey everyone. I'd like you to meet Goran. He's Swedish which explains a lot. He might seem a little stupid at first~"</strong> I continued cheerily, <strong>"~but once you get to know him you'll find out he's really a total knob-head."</strong> I leaned close to Goran and whispered quietly, <strong><em>"Play along, 'kay?"</em></strong> I hoped to God he'd understand because if he didn't I might be about to find out what it felt like to have my head torn off and jammed up my own ass.<br><br><strong>"Isn't that right Goran?"</strong> I patted his arm, like you'd pat a pet T-Rex. I turned to our guests, <strong>"It's fine, we call him Goran the Gorilla. He's harmless and damn useful to have around."</strong><br><br>I decided to go for it, if my death was imminent at least I'd be going out in style. I grinned at Goran and play-punched him gently on the bicep which was a bit like play punching Ms. Andrews car.<br><br><strong>"Let the nice people go to their chalets Goran, you can do your King Kong bit later, hm?"</strong><br><br>Playing him up to be a brainless hick might just save the situation. Or I could discover the joys of auto-rectal visual examination, either way it'd be an interesting afternoon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 01:39:32</strong>
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				Raiga had followed Kanami into the house, but hadn't shown up in Amy's room until just now. He smiled and panted, going to his master, sniffing her then jumping up on the Vet, licking her face, his large tongue practically covering her face in saliva as he did. His tail wagged happily. He had actually came to the room because his keen ears picked up the word 'Physical', which for some reason his master was usually quick to call him to her soon after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 02:38:04</strong>
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				Goran eyed Rio, she would pay later for that. Yet he was feeling a bit cockiness from a city boy. He remembered those in Paris bars. They had more or less all been sent out flying but when messing with legionaries that was the price. Then Rio pulled this stunt, well he felt Rio as a family member. Well not family but Goran cared for her and would protect her if needed. They had shared many days together. Yet there was something else in his mind. It was the spoiled brat that a few years ago might have been in real trouble. <strong>"City boy! If you want those girls to sleep with you, then you need some weight on those skinny arms!"</strong> Rio calmed him from just knocking his head right in so he steamed with words. Which annoyed him for he didn't do much of talking. He liked to do things and he enjoyed life here. Well he had to be a bit nice here, so he made a thin smile as if it had been a joke. H hated this, it almost tore in his flesh. He was a straight guy. Acting, talking (When doing so), working, it was all direct on the point!<br><br>The thing was that he had offered that boy some of his valued possessions. He wasn't a drunk but he had never had the ability to enjoy beer in rivers. Goran had never enjoyed anything in big amounts, beside sex at the farm. He had found a taste in Irish beer and he rarely shared those with any one. He thought it would be a nice thing to do for the boy, well eh had wanted to give the girls some time to accept the sleep over, without the lad ruin everything. He whispered to Rio as he bent down towards her. <strong><em>"I don't beat around bushes, you know that!</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 09:06:27</strong>
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				Holly listened to the exchange, mostly silent for a while. She lingered at Mark's side, mildly confused by the thick Swedish accent from Goran's mouth. She thought Mark was an attractive hunk... Mark certainly had found his physical match in this one, the football player so used to being the biggest, baddest motherfucker around. "Let's just stay here for the night," she asked Mark pleadingly... Why Holly was begging, she didn't know why.<br><br>As the argument rambled on for a moment, her eyes were drawn to the woman who called herself Rio. She was... Quite attractive. Holly really couldn't keep her eyes off of her after she realized just how smoking the farmhand was. She had become a little enamored and curious whenever she met Lita, but there was something maybe a little more feminine and wild about Rio. And the prospect of beer was not a minus, as Mark seemed to believe. Holly mustered her resolve, remembering that it was <em>her</em> who was planning this trip, and it was Mark who was her guest. She should be making the decisions, shouldn't she? "We're staying here," she said firmly, looking between Rio, Mark and Goran.<br><br>Finally settling on Goran, she smiled, her grim expression waning. "I could help you out if you've got beer. There probably isn't anything else to do around here." The big Swede... While mildly handsome, was not quite her type. There was something about Mark that just made him that much more refined and desirable than Goran, but Mark was being an idiot right now, and she wanted to see if Mark would make a fool out of himself trying to dissuade her. It was a win-win for her. If she went along with Goran, she could get some free imported beer, and if Mark stepped up to the plate, she would wrap him that much tighter around her finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 10:29:13</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>For a few beats of my heart I thought we were going to see fists fly and testosterone splash out of everywhere but the pretty auburn-haired woman said the obvious things to calm the men down.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't beat around bushes, you know that!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I gave Goran another surreptitious nudge. It was impossible to communicate with him like this, all I wanted was no trouble, it could drive these people away, then I'd have to face the Big Bosses. Ms. Andrews I could bear but when Senõr Arroyo got angry, being the focus of his venting was not a nice place to be.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We're staying here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Great!"</strong> I clapped my hands, <strong>"Thank you. We hope you have a lovely stay."</strong> Relief poured off me like sweat off Sally.<br><br>She turned to Goran. The big Swede was a thug and would flatten any male who threatened the farm but he was a big softie with the ladies. I bet he'd melt in no time if this curvy kitten turned on the charm and pushed her chest out.<br><br><em>Hm. A kitten. That <span class="bbc_u">would</span> suit her. Ears and tail and... yeah...</em> My perverted train of thought was broken by her speaking.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I could help you out if you've got beer. There probably isn't anything else to do around here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Nope. Nothin' much. Just milking the animals and of course we're a stud farm, so things get a bit busy and sweaty some days... you'll find out my sweet...</em><br><br>I smiled waiting for Goran to answer and after he'd spoken I made a suggestion.<br><br><strong>"The chalets are unlocked so go and settle in. I'll be around in a few minutes to put fresh linen out and tidy round. There's six of them so you can take one each or share, they each have two rooms, so feel free to spread out."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 14:45:51</strong>
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				Goran smiled a bit as he heard a girl take up on the offer. Well it back fired his plan a bit since it would give the kid more area to spread out his wishes but it seemed like it was already done for them. So why not take some time with one of the girls before Amy got er hands on her and perfected her. <strong>"Kilkenny, directly imported from the brewery in Ireland!"</strong> Goran then waved the girl on. <strong>"Take the red one!</strong> These things wasn't hard to drive if you just looked at them. a key to start it and a thumb to accelerate or decelerate the speed.<br><br>He turned the key on his own and fired it up but wouldn't move until the girl had gotten control of hers. Goran had noticed how Rio had truly gotten weight of her shoulders as things calmed down a bit. She cared for him and it seemed like it was planned to take all down tomorrow or during the night. Well he wondered if the girl could actually pick up the balls of hay in the field, no that should be fine. The problem could be putting it up in the hay where it belonged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 18:36:02</strong>
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				Amy laughed as the large dog hopped onto her lap and proceeded to lick her face thoroughly.&nbsp; "Down Raiga.&nbsp; Down boy."&nbsp; She waited until he was sitting beside her and scratched him softly behind the ears.&nbsp; "Alright Kanami.&nbsp; You can strip in my bedroom if you wish.&nbsp; Its one of only two ways into the lab, and the other should be closed off right now, so we should be safe."&nbsp; Amy stood and motioned to the young asian girl to follow her.&nbsp; She walked to her room and closed the door behind them.&nbsp; "Here we are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:57:36</strong>
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				Lita looked up at Goran, arching an eyebrow.&nbsp; He seemed rather odd, at least Rio was nice.&nbsp; She looked over at the female farmhand, smiling gently.&nbsp; "Do you need any help preparing the rooms or something?&nbsp; I feel we should at least do something to pay back your hospitality."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 02:11:44</strong>
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				Musco peered curiously out from a nearby bush at all the people gathering at the house.&nbsp; He stayed just out of sight of the newcomers.&nbsp; The Men of the farm were always anxious with him because he was the only one like him that wasn't kept in a pen.&nbsp; He was told time and time again to keep hidden away around strangers.&nbsp; Something about keeping secrets.&nbsp; Musco didn't care much about keeping secrets, but he'd do just about anything at the threat of having his milk taken away or getting chased off the farm.&nbsp; He liked the place.&nbsp; Lots of rats to play with, and now he had Molly for special fun to boot.<br><br>He recognized a few of the people.&nbsp; The Big One spooked him a bit.&nbsp; It reminded him of some faint memories.&nbsp; Burly arms holding him down and a throbbing pain in his backside.&nbsp; Nothing good there.&nbsp; Then there was the Woman.&nbsp; She had a smell that confused Musco.&nbsp; Both man-smell and woman-smell.&nbsp; She sometimes walked around with even less clothing than Musco wore.&nbsp; The catboy rubbed his little decorative straps and collar.&nbsp; They comforted him, though he didn't quite no why.&nbsp; But he liked the Woman.&nbsp; Most of the Men never walked around without clothes on unless they were up to something foul.&nbsp; But the Woman also stank of the Pig.&nbsp; Sally?&nbsp; That was it.&nbsp; Maybe everyone was having fun today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 02:23:47</strong>
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				Kanami giggled a bit as Raiga burst into the room and began showing his joy about seeing Ms. Andrews again. "He's such a lively fellow, isn't he?", she asked while trying to compose herself a bit. Then, she followed her employer through the house. Secretly, Kanami was wondering where she would stay, but she thought it too outrageous to ask such a think. She didn't want to come off as selfish...<br><br>After Ms. Andrews closed the door, Kanami nodded. Here she was, nobody could walk in on them, like Ms. Andrews had assured her. She wondered about Raiga a bit, but even so, he was just an animal, right? He couldn't care less if she rid herself of her clothes here. She figured she would have to go from the skirt to something more practical soon, when she was required to work here, but she liked wearing skirts.<br><br>She only wore a set of cotton underwear underneath her clothes. Kanami had never worn anything else than this kind of underwear anyways, it just never occured to her. She would take it off when the vetenarian required her to. She didn't want to appear immodest by discarding them all too eagerly, although she would when needed. "I'm ready then, Ms. Andrews.", she said as she stood in merely her underwear before the woman.<br><br><hr><br>It was written all over the young mans face: Mark wasn't too happy to see the girl that had practically clung to him on their entire trip so far go with that man. In a way, he was jealous. "Hey Holly, you sure about this?", he asked her. He kind of knew that Holly would do whatever she liked anyway, it's not like they were a couple. Still, he was a bit irked about this. That she would rather go with that greasy dude instead of relaxing like they all had wanted to...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 03:15:48</strong>
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				Amy smiled at Kanami.&nbsp; She really was very pretty.&nbsp; Such a lovely body, and will soon be even lovelier once Amy had her way with it.&nbsp; "Alright Kanami, if you could head down the stairs on the other end..."&nbsp; Amy pointed towards an open door at one end of her bedroom.&nbsp; "The lab is just down those.&nbsp; As I said, we should be alone."&nbsp; Amy waited for Kanami to begin to descend, then followed her, pulling the door closed behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 10:58:29</strong>
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				RIO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2411283#msg2411283">Quote from: Transgirlenstein on 03-11-2009, 20:57:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Do you need any help preparing the rooms or something? I feel we should at least do something to pay back your hospitality."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I turned back to the brown-haired girl. <strong>"Oh, no! No, really, thank you for offering but I couldn't possibly ask you to help. You just go and settle in and I'll be around in a while with the linens."</strong><br><br>Seeing the odd tensions brewing between Goran and the guest... <em>I never heard his name. Odd, they never introduced themselves. No worries, we can name them what we like soon.</em> ...I slipped away with a smile and lifted hand to around the back of the house. I'd seen his patrol car there when I'd come in from the pigsty earlier and was hoping to grab Officer Buckland before he went back on duty. I leaned in the window, my chest flopping forward and filling my tee shirt as I bent over and rested my forearms on the sill.<br><br><strong>"Hi, officer."</strong> I said brightly, <strong>"A bunch of new guests arrived earlier. Ms. Andrews is gonna welcome them properly later, tomorrow I guess. Their car broke down. Before she gets to work she'd like a check run on them to make sure they're suitable people to, uh, disappear. Ya know? Their car is out on the old south town road, about ten miles out. It's a white Chevy Impala, Arizona plates, quite an old one I think."</strong> I tried to remember all the details Ms. Andrews had given me, <strong>"Can you check the luggage and get IDs and run checks for her please? If everything checks out just text her a 'clear' signal. I think she has someone with her just now so phoning might not be a good idea. And then dispose of the car. If things are not good, text her and then please call me. Here's my cell number."</strong> I handed over a slip of paper.<br><br>The man looked at me, relaxed and cool behind his aviator shades. Tending a little towards fat as though from too many donuts he looked every inch a rural cop in that getup. Something straight out of the Dukes of Hazzard.<br><br><strong><em>"Sure Miss Rio, I can do that for you,"</em></strong> he drawled lazily, <strong><em>"Might cost you though."</em></strong> His right hand reached across and cupped my chest, lifting and squeezing the bra-less softness, his warm fingers slithered over my nipple which perked up at once.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, well..."</strong> I gently disentangled his hand from my shirt and lifted it to my mouth, <strong>"Next time you're around and off duty, drop by the stables. I'm usually around cleaning and washing. Its always good to... have help."</strong> I slowly slipped his finger into my mouth and licked it, drawing it in and sucking it gently for a few seconds before letting it have its freedom again, <strong>"Though you're aware, of course that I'm more than just all woman down there, aren't you?"</strong><br><br>He nodded slowly, just once, a smile never hinted at his lips, <strong><em>"Oh yeah, I know that Miss Rio. It's something this cop is interested in doing a thorough investigation on."</em></strong><br><br>I raised an eyebrow in pleased surprise and let the finger back in, sucking it harder, drawing it fully in and flicking my tongue round and round the end and pumping my head forward and back on it a few times. My nips tingled to stiffness at his words and I felt the thing Buckland was interested in hardening, trying to uncoil. <strong>"Mmm, bring your cuffs,"</strong> I concluded, releasing him and standing by his window to reach up and stretch happily in the sun, my teats denting my shirt.<br><br><strong>"Don't forget the Impala now, and the phone calls."</strong> I shimmied away, giving him a wiggle of my hips and went to the vehicle shed to get a quad-bike and trailer out. The trailer had a rectangular plastic bin on it, the twin lids closed securely with catches. The thing was useful for getting supplies around the farm that needed to be kept clean, whether equipment for Ms. Andrews or stores for the chalets.<br><br>I went in the house and saw that Ms. Andrews and the Asian girl had gone. <em>Working, no doubt...</em> From the linen cupboard I collected sheets, pillow cases, duvet covers and towels and took these out to the trailer, taking several trips and finishing with toilet rolls and my cleaning box. I dumped everything in the trailer, and closed the lid. I mounted the quad-bike and fired it up to head on over to the chalets around the lake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 12:55:46</strong>
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				"Are you sure, I don't mind.&nbsp; 'Sides, Mark and Holly seem to have their own thing to do."&nbsp; Lita smiled, brushing her hair back behind her ear as she smiled at Rio.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why but she was finding this farmhand rather attractive.&nbsp; Perhaps because she had kept her body rather fit.&nbsp; Lita was one of a few girls she knew who had worked hard to build up her body.<br><br>She watched Rio slip off then turned back to Mark, Holly and Goran.&nbsp; "Well, if you two are going to go off with Goran, I might just take a walk around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 14:11:19</strong>
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				Musco couldn't help but trail after Rio all the way, though his feline instincts were screaming for him to bathe himself from his afternoon shenanigans with Molly.&nbsp; His nostrils had flared at the smell of her when she bent over into the shiny blue car with the lights on top.&nbsp; The smells were bewildering but enticing, yet he didn't dare stalk out when there might be other people around.&nbsp; Instead he simply stalked her for awhile, just out of sight, until she hopped up on her bike and rode away towards the lake.<br><br>The catboy sat on his haunches and bit his lip.&nbsp; It would be an awful lot of work to chase her so far, and he was still feeling a bit wobbly from before.&nbsp; But Rio was something this little kitty just couldn't let go.&nbsp; Before today he wouldn't give a human a second thought, but now everything seemed new and fresh and intoxicating.&nbsp; Like there was an entire world opening up to him.&nbsp; Pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>So off he went, bounding through the fields with the sun warming his back and drying the fluids still staining his skin.&nbsp; He stopped for the occasional mouse, but didn't toy with it for long before snapping it up and crunching down on it.&nbsp; He didn't even have the time to wipe the blood from his lips and chin before moving on.&nbsp; A cat on a mission.&nbsp; When he finally reached the lake, he'd just need to find that woman again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 15:55:33</strong>
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				Kanami nodded as Ms. Andrews invited her to go ahead. Leaving her clothes behind, Kanami descended the stairs and went down to the laboratory beneath the house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50576.0).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 11:25:42</strong>
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				Of course, Holly was willing to go along with the big foreign farm worker, but when she saw the ATV's, her resolve wavered a bit. She had operated cars, trucks, jet ski's, and had even ridden passenger in a bi-plane before, but she had never had the opportunity, or even the enthusiasm, to ride one of these. Warily, she climbed onto the red ATV as Goran had indicated, and spent a few minutes fumbling with all of the controls. Goran helped her out, of course, but it was so damned confusing, and her quad gave a jerk of power as she thrusted forward. "Oh!" She gasped, surprised by the sudden motion, but certainly not discouraged.<br><br>Turning in her quad, she looked to Mark, who didn't seem thrilled to see her go. It was an interesting position, she was in. Mark knew how adorably affectionate she had been, or at least, how she had tried to be, and must have been pissed, or at least confused and a little miffed that she was going off with Goran now. But she didn't have anything in mind; Some playful flirting and teasing, and getting some free imported beer. If he wanted to monitor her like some control freak, she could climb onto the back of his ATV. Mark wanted nothing to do with Goran, it seemed, so she guessed he was more willing to be left alone with Lita and Rio than to be with her and Goran. "Yeah, I'm sure," she responded neutrally. It was... Touching, that he was concerned, but she was prepared to fend him off if he became too patronizing to her. Either of them. Holly was not some helpless little flower. "You're missing out on some booze, you know?" She asked, but Mark seemed resolute.<br><br>Turning&nbsp; back to Goran, she gave the ATV a little gun forward. To her, it seemed frighteningly fast, but when Goran accelerated, she had to catch up quickly to him. It was... Surprisingly not too bad. The two of them eventually wound up in the pasture (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50578.msg2417261#msg2417261)...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dokuro</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 01:15:41</strong>
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				Goran waited for Holly to get acquainted with the quad bike. He noticed her getting along with the thrust and controls so there was no real reason to stay here with the others. He put in the thrust into maximum and speeded of like a rocket. Dirt came out form the back wheels as he skidded around, keeping anyone from getting dirty. He checked backwards to see that she followed him and that she did just great. So of to the pastures (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50578.msg2419241#msg2419241) they went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 22:57:56</strong>
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				"You have got to be kidding me..."<br><br>That was all Mark could say as he watched Holly ride of with the foreign farmhand. He looked a bit like a kid that was seperated from his mom during a shopping trip. It was hard to believe for him that he was pretty much ditched by Holly, who had been rather clingy during their entire time together so far. He didn't know if he should be jealous and go after them or wait for them and then get jealous about it. Because he was.<br><br>But until he had decided that, Mark continued to stand there on the way to the chalets...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 10:57:19</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>It took me a while to collect all the linens and other bits and pieces but eventually I was done. Mounting the quad bike I set off slowly around the front of the house and over the bridge towards the chalets. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51924.msg2434276#msg2434276)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:29:20</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>On returning from talking with Lita (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51924.msg2453008#msg2453008) I parked the bike and trailer in the yard behind the house and dismounted, taking my cleaning stuff and storing it away before returning to the bike and backing it carefully round into it's storage shed beside our 'training barn'. I killed the motor and got off, shutting the garage doors. I looked over at the training barn. I'd never had much opportunity to go in there as no animals had been converted or trained while I'd been here although some days I took Sally in there and made her do the little hurdle jumps while her arms were tied above her head to the walking beam. I loved doing that, just torturing her for the simple fun of it. She thought she was a pig, the stupid bitch but her body was still very much that of a cute young woman and I loved to play with it and then, once it was wracked with pain, get a long stick (half a broom handle worked well) and stick a dildo with a vibrator taped to it onto the end and ram it into her cunt and force her to come over and over while I took her in the behind.<br><br>A hand slid down into my jeans... I popped the studs on my fly... I cupped my warmth... I was stiff... that lovely 'ready' ache was filling me again... <em>hnmmm... yeah, raping Sally is so much fun.</em> I'd love to have a new bitch to fuck with and torture and see how loud she screamed as she peaked for the tenth time... a cow would be nice as well, to milk alongside Molly. <em>Yeah... a cow.</em> I wondered if Ms. Andrews would let me have one of our new guests to convert to a cow and then fuck and milk her brains out.<br><br>My fingers slid lower, under my aching hardness, pulling at my length and then sliding under and into where I was damp... hnn, damn. I was horny now and I had to get dinner. Shit.<br><br>I decided that after dinner I'd come out here and have Molly or Sally. Or both. Stupid bitches. Fucking hot though, both of them. There was something about women who had had their brains scrambled and couldn't say no. It turned me on like crazy...<br><br>Sighing I withdrew my hand, rebuttoned my jeans with slight difficulty and went inside, washing my hands before starting cooking dinner. With the extra guests I'd need to cook two dishes of lasagne and we'd need a couple more garlic breads... I went down the kitchen steps into the larder-cellar to get what I needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 03:33:47</strong>
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				Had Musco been an ordinary cat, he would have surely given up hours ago.&nbsp; As it was he could no longer stand being as dirty as he was.&nbsp; Rio had led him on quite the merry chase back and forth across the fields, but whatever pride the human in him still possessed would not allow him to quit so easily.&nbsp; He wasn't even quite sure what he wanted from the woman; just that something was churning about in his gut and it wasn't that morning's mouse breakfast.<br><br>He quietly slipped over to the side of the house once he was absolutely sure none of the new guests were wondering in plain sight.&nbsp; What he was doing wasn't really allowed.&nbsp; The ones like him and Molly and Sally weren't supposed to be able to do what he was about to do, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he were found out.&nbsp; Musco grabbed one end of the house out back and batted it around a bit like a piece of string before snapping back to attention.&nbsp; He hesitantly curled his claws around the valve, as he had seen the humans do so many times before, and turned it until it squeaked and fresh water began to bubble out.&nbsp; Some part of him screamed that water was bad, but another part felt oddly content with having it rush over his creamy skin and clean off the caked dirt and blood and other less savory fluids.&nbsp; The catboy waggled it about all over himself and even in his hair until he was proper soaked and glistening.&nbsp; Only when he felt absolutely clean did he turn the hose back off and try to hook it back around the stand like it had never been touched.<br><br>He arched his back, tight rump high in the air, and shook himself for awhile, but it barely got rid of any of the water.&nbsp; Musco frowned and mewled irritably.&nbsp; Maybe getting all wet hadn't been such a good idea.&nbsp; He hardly wanted to wander about making mud underfoot.&nbsp; If only he could get at one of those cloths the humans used...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 10:35:13</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>Ground beef, herbs, bolognese sauce, lasagne sheets, cheese sauce simmering away... garlic breads... time for the salad. I collected a few bits from the larder and made up a large bowl being left with a few offcuts and lettuce leaves. I knew Sally liked fresh lettuce. Well, Sally liked everything including cock but nice crispy fresh lettuce was one of her favourites so I left the dinner cooking and took the leaves outside.<br><br>I stopped on the steps above the yard.<br><br>That cat was there, messing about... with the hose? What was he doing with the hose? I stayed silent and watched him put it back then shake himself like he was trying to get dry.<br><br><em>What on earth's he doing?</em> I leaned on the rail at the top of the steps and watched him. Within seconds he noticed me and looked up.<br><br><strong>"Hullo puss-puss. What's pussy up to today then?"</strong> I used the voice that people often did with cats - not a squeaky childish tone but simple words simply spoken. I knew that unlike Sally, and like Molly, Musco was mostly still there. I think I preferred them still there, it made the torture and humiliation all the more arousing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 13:10:52</strong>
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				Musco's ears perked up the moment Rio touched up against the railing.&nbsp; He almost sat back on his haunches when he remembered the mud, so he opted to simply crouch down as much as he could and balance on the balls of his feet.&nbsp; If she'd seen him working with the house, she didn't seem angry about it.<br><br><strong>"Musco up to nothing,"</strong> he lied simply.&nbsp; Then, deciding he didn't care whether he was honest or not; <strong>"Musco follow you around places.&nbsp; He very good at it.&nbsp; You only just notice now."</strong><br><br>The catboy gave he a wide, and mischievous grin that only a human could give, but it seemed absolutely perfect for a cat to possess.&nbsp; A Cheshire grin.&nbsp; He was still mostly dripping wet, but it gave his skin a sort of alluring sheen that seemed almost too perfect.&nbsp; Whatever Molly had awakened in him was still acting in full force as well, because his erection hadn't faded for a second since then.&nbsp; It wasn't the most impressive thing in the world, perhaps even slightly below average, but his newfound libido could more than make up for it with endurance.<br><br><strong>"What Two-Smell up to?&nbsp; Running all around.&nbsp; Smell like Pig in pants."</strong>&nbsp; He laughed at that, pulling his hands up like paws just beneath his chin in a cute sort of gesture.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 15:53:29</strong>
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				RIO<br><br>The cat quickly squatted up on the balls of his feet, acting completely defensive. He couldn't have looked more guilty if I'd caught him with his paw in the cookie jar. Knees apart his short but meaty little dick stuck out. I couldn't help but notice. The little devil was in heat.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Musco up to nothing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Liar.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Musco follow you around places. He very good at it. You only just notice now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I raised an eyebrow, <strong>"Did Mister Cat go over to the chalets with me? You're a naughty pussy and no mistake."</strong> I wagged a scolding finger at him, <strong>"I need you to be careful. We have guests staying the night and they mustn't see you. Not at all, that would be <em>very bad</em> and Mister Cat would have to be tied up and have his little kitty-dick beaten, so don't you dare let them see you. Tomorrow morning should be fine, once they get hauled off to Ms. Andrews' magic laboratory and made into nice fuckable farm animals like you."</strong> Maybe some of this might get through to him but some might not. Even so I hoped my tone was clear.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What Two-Smell up to? Running all around. Smell like Pig in pants."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>You cheeky little shit!</em> <strong>"Never you mind what I get up to. I'm sure you get up to things too you naughty pussy, off round the fields and outbuildings with your little cock and balls hanging out!"</strong><br><br>I couldn't help but smile at him though, he was cute and to hear him assembling accusatory concepts like that and asking questions was amazing. He clearly had more brains left than even Molly and she was able to hold a basic conversation.<br><br>I needed to get back to watching my béchamel sauce, Senõr Arroyo didn't like it lumpy. I threw the handful of lettuce leaves down onto the ground in front of him. <strong>"Here, go find Sally and feed her that. She'll be in her sty. She likes lettuce."</strong> I turned away to the door only to be stopped by an evil thought... <em>yeah, why not?</em><br><br>I turned back to the cat-boy. <strong>"Oh and she likes being fucked in the ass, nice and hard. Especially by cats. So go sort her out."</strong><br><br>Returning back to the kitchen I couldn't suppress a chuckle at how Sally would respond to be kitty-raped up her back door. I bet she'd love it the slutty little pig. I went back to my cooking, still with an enormous hard-on and my girl place wetter than ever. I'd need sex this evening. Lots of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 17:51:11</strong>
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				Musco swiped at the hunk of lettuce a few times, purely fascinated by the movement of it.&nbsp; He didn't quite understand everything Rio had told him, and in true kitty fashion he wasn't phased one bit by the scolding that he did understanding.&nbsp; Let the Dog cower before wagging fingers and harsh tones.&nbsp; He only purred just a bit mockingly in response.&nbsp; A farm cat led a free life, and he'd go about where ever he pleased.<br><br>The talk of fucking made him perk up though.&nbsp; He'd heard the word used plenty of times before, mostly when Rio was pounding her extra bits into someone.&nbsp; Molly.&nbsp; Sally.&nbsp; Other women.&nbsp; Even a few men that were bigger than she was.&nbsp; People were strange sometimes.&nbsp; The thought of doing the same to Sally excited him.&nbsp; He needed the release terribly; his stiffy was beginning to get just a bit painful.<br><br><strong>"Fuck fuck nice and hard!"</strong> he warbled with a playful look on his face.&nbsp; <strong>"Sort her out in the ass, Musco will do!&nbsp; Fuck times!"</strong><br><br>Musco laughed and hooked the lettuce under one arm before scampering off towards the Stables. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50577.0)&nbsp; This was turning out to be quite an interesting evening already.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 13:50:28</strong>
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				RIO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fuck fuck nice and hard! Sort her out in the ass, Musco will do! Fuck times!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I laughed aloud at the cat-boy's choice of words and watched him run off in a staggering but eager three-legged run, his pink hard equipment dangling and bouncing between his legs, his tight tanned little arse just asking to be fucked.<br><br><em>Fuck times indeed.</em> We were all dead lucky, down on the farm it was fuck times all the time.<br><br>I went back inside and resumed work.<br><br>He was cute, damned cute. Tasty looking as hell in fact the way he had no body hair at all and glistened everywhere. Yeah, oiling him up for a nice hot slippery session would be fun... If it wasn't for that weird barbed cat-cock Ms. Andrews had given him I'd let him plough my furrow too.<br><br>I thought about that and wondered if Ms. Andrews would agree if I asked her to change that, and in the meantime add on a couple of inches of length and an inch of girth to compensate him his loss while she was at it.<br><br>Yeah. A bigger cock on that cutie-pie would look very handsome...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:44:02</strong>
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				Around 7 the door opened and Lita walked in.&nbsp; She was smiling, almost glowing from the walk over.&nbsp; She looked around a bit, wondering if anyone was here.&nbsp; "Anyone in?" She asked as she looked around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 12:07:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>I heard the door open and wondered if that was Senõr Arroyo coming back in from wherever he'd been. Or Goran? I poked my head round the kitchen doorway, Lita was standing just inside the front porch. I smiled, <strong>"Yeah! Right in here! Come keep me company, I could use a bit of help laying the table. And there's a beer if you want one."</strong><br><br>I went back to checking the oven - yup, almost done, bit longer. I went across to the huge old 30s styled retro fridge and got two bottles of beer out. I offered one to Lita when she appeared in the doorway.<br><br>http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/Kitchen-Counter-HTOURS0407-de.jpg (http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/Kitchen-Counter-HTOURS0407-de.jpg)<br><br>http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/Yellow-Stove-HTOURS0407-de.jpg (http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/Yellow-Stove-HTOURS0407-de.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 16:06:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Like Lita, Mark had been mostly pacing back and forth a bit. Truth be told, he had been moping about Holly abandoning him and leaving with that greasy farmhand. Really, what was this girl thinking? Well, two could play that game, he figured, and so he eventually decided that he could try to make a move towards Lita... or that chick who had greeted them on the farm, she looked rather nice. For someone out on the country, she was pretty easy on the eyes, he had to admit.<br><br>So, he went over to the chalets and, just a few moments after Lita had entered, Mark walked in as well. He saw the two women he had hoped to find here, but other than that, he couldn't help but smell the scent of good, homemade cooking in the air. "Wow, that smells great.", he commented.<br><br>Giving his patented, confident smile, Mark approached Rio in the kitchen. "By the way, I'm Mark... nice to meet you.", he said, extending a hand towards the considerably prettier farmhand than the one that Holly went with. "Need any help with anything in here?", he said, offering his help.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 21:12:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, I can help and a beer sounds great."&nbsp; She started to help set the table, taking plates and silverware to lay them on the table.&nbsp; She smiled at Rio as the beer was offered to her.&nbsp; She reached out to take it, her fingers brushing against Rio's just a bit longer then normal.&nbsp; Lita looked up as Mark entered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 10:23:07</strong>
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				With his newest charge fast asleep, or unconscious if you preferred the more correct term, Alves returned to the farmhouse. His hands had been bloodied a moment ago, and not with his own blood, but now they were clean; He could appreciate the thrill of keeping their real operation a secret while this group stayed with them overnight.<br><br>It was close to dinnertime now, and Alves had worked up a hunger. He expected to find Rio inside, and was having some dark thoughts about her, but with her was two of those children that had been taken in on the highway. From what he had gathered through whispers from his other farmhands, there was one more 'guest' here with them, and she was already enjoying big Goran somewhere out in the fields. It was something he would have wished to seen, but frankly, Alves was feeling quite weary. Some of Rio's fine cooking and a cold beer would set him straight, or perhaps off to an early bed. It was one of those days.<br><br>He put on a kind smile as he looked between Lita and Mark. "I, ahh, don't believe we have become acquainted yet. I am Alves Arroyo, but you can call me... Just Alves." After they began their training, he would flay them for calling him just 'Alves'. He reached out to the big man for a handshake, though his eyes were looking past Mark's shoulder, to Rio.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 16:09:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>I wiped my hands on a kitchen cloth and went to the fridge to get Lita a beer. No sooner had I returned, smiling to the doorway and offered it than the door opened again and the big hunky dude came in. Nice. Plenty of power in those thighs and backside...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sure, I can help and a beer sounds great."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Here you go sweetie,"</strong> I grinned handing the bottle over. It wasn't from Goran's prized Dutch and Belgian stash - or whatever it was he drank. He would drink some of that weird 'wheatbeer' sometimes... odd stuff and a bit strong for me, no, this was good old plain American bottled - the stuff you could drink all night and still drive home and pass a blood test. Weak but tasty and refreshing to drink.<br><br>As Lita took the bottle I could swear her fingers made contact a little longer than necessary. <em>Oh? Flirty eh? Like your girls do you?</em> I decided to play along and rested a hand on her upper arm, the skin soft and warm over the firm muscle beneath. I steered her towards the crockery dresser. <strong>"If you could lay the table, please Lita... plates from there and the cutlery drawer is the left hand one. Placemats are in the cupboard below."</strong> I waved my free hand in various directions randomly before propelling Lita gently towards the oak dresser and letting her go.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Wow, that smells great."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Thanks! And hi again!"</strong> I beamed, giving the man the once-over as he entered. <strong>"Beer? Nice and cold."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"By the way, I'm Mark... nice to meet you. Need any help with anything in here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Heya Mark, alright?"</strong> I shook his hand. <em>Oooh, good firm shake.</em> I held onto the hand far longer than was needed and squeezed, pumping mine and enjoying the contact.<br><br><strong>"Help? Sure, a lady always needs help from a big strong man. You can down this~"</strong> I gave him another beer, <strong>"~and then help Lita lay the table. After that you can help me dish up. I just need to check my garlic bread isn't getting too crispy - just a sec!"</strong> I scooted back into the kitchen leaving the two of them to drink and work.<br><br>Mark was better close up. He'd looked a bit of an arrogant Jock-type when I saw him earlier but his face was rather cute and his manner was fine. He had some great muscles on him though. I wondered what Ms. Andrews would convert him into. Something big with lots of presence and not much brain. <em>A dog? No, too small. A horse? Yeah. A stallion would work well... or maybe... a bull? Wow, yes, big and thick and meaty with shitloads of stamina and a fire hydrant for a cock. Now that <span class="bbc_u">would</span> be fun.</em><br><br>As the two of them helped out I watched them from time to time. I was pretty sure Lita would make a great cat or a cow. The idea of force-loading her athletic frame with an extra fifty pounds of fat and some huge firm tits with fire-hose nozzle nipples really appealed. Those droopy down ears Molly had, little horns and some Friesian skin colouring. Mmm, hot. Especially if her mind wasn't completely removed and she knew what was going on and could walk and talk. Molly was fun but a bit dim for me, she could wear clothes but hardly knew enough of what was going on around her for it to be humiliating. Now a cow who could think but whose muscles we'd fucked with so she could hardly run or fight back... that would be deliciously evil.<br><br>My plain simple face betrayed none of the wicked thoughts that whizzed about behind it, though I might have seemed a bit dreamy and distracted as I watched the two people working.<br><br>The door opened once more and Senõr Arroyo came in. At once I ceased slouching in the kitchen doorway and stood up straight, looking efficient and ready for action with my tea-towel slung over my shoulder. I was immediately glad I hadn't had a beer myself. My boss introduced himself to the new arrivals and nodded at me. I smiled back.<br><br><strong>"Dinner's nearly ready, Mr. Arroyo. Five minutes. Just time to wash up and then I'll serve."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 16:14:41</strong>
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				Lita blushed softly as Rio laid a hand on her arm.&nbsp; She smiled as she looked at her then nodded.&nbsp; "Sure, I can do that for you."&nbsp; Lita opened her beer first, taking a swig of it.&nbsp; She set the bottle down and started to get the placemats, setting them out then the plates and cutlery.<br><br>She looked up as Alves entered.&nbsp; She smiled at him, as he and Mark shook hands.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you Alves.&nbsp; I'm Lita, thank you again for your hospitality."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 19:57:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning to himself, Mark did not fail to notice the subtle looks both Lita and Rio gave each other. Well, Holly might have been out there doing god knows what with that farmhand, but he was here with two also very attractive females and so he felt like he did not really need to complain. Maybe if he played his card rights, this could even mean a threesome later on? In any case, he figured that this Rio-chick must've been pretty lonely out here on the farm.<br><br>"Thanks a bunch, I can use a cold one.", he thanked the woman as he accepted the beer from her hand. Opening it on his biceps, a trick he had learned from a frat brother, he knew that this would be a very safe way to impress the ladies. Taking a swish, he was less than impressed by the beer, but it was enough to quench his first and it was offered to him, so he wouldn't complain. Setting it down then, Mark went into the kitchen and helped setting the table with Lita.<br><br>Mark had gotten the plates, like Rio had asked him to and set them down on the placemats as a man entered the room. Rio identified him as 'Mr. Alves' and with the respect in her voice and how she said it meant that this was probably the man in charge. Turning around, he saw how the man offered his hand for a handshake, and Mark took it.<br><br>"Pleasure to meet you, sir. Mark Winston, University of Arizona.", Mark introduced himself to the man formally. His face looked rather unsettling, like the one he would think a dictator would have, rather unpleasant and obedience-commanding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 20:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Coming up from the Lab (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50576.msg2512883#msg2512883), Amy stripped of her jacket and other clothes in her bedroom, deciding to dress nicely for dinner tonight, considering their guests.&nbsp; Her blond hair was put up in a small bun, and she threw on one of the few dresses she actually had, a black satin one with straps instead of sleeves.&nbsp; Shen then stepped into high heels and left her bedroom.<br><br>Amy walked into the dining room with a smile, extremely overdressed for dinner.&nbsp; She just wanted to show off for the guests, give them that feeling of you can look but don't touch.&nbsp; She smiled at Mark and Lita, then walked over to Alves.&nbsp; "I see you have met our guests Alves.&nbsp; Isn't it nice to see fresh faces around here?&nbsp; We very rarely have company."&nbsp; She sat down beside the man, looking back to Mark and Lita.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 20:32:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lita smiled at Amy as she finished setting the table.&nbsp; "Thank you again for your help.&nbsp; It is really appreciated.&nbsp; I guess it's true what they say about the country.&nbsp; You always find helpful people."&nbsp; She grinned down at Amy and at Alves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 21:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>Everyone was turning up. It was... unexpected of Ms. Andrews to attend dinner, more often that not her complicated work down in the lab required her to miss dinner and eat hers warmed up again later, often far into the night. But tonight... <em>Oh. Sexy dress. Most unlike the doctor. She must be in a good mood.</em><br><br><strong>"Well, hi everyone,"</strong> I spoke nervously, not used to having guests and the bosses present all at one time. <strong>"Have you already met each other? Earlier? Oh yeah! I guess... I guess you must have. Well, please take a seat - we're all out here in the communal living area where the main table is set. Sometimes, Mark and Lita, we eat in the kitchen but really it's too small in there for when we have guests. So sit at the table and I'll ring the bell. There's just... ah... Goran and the other lady to come isn't there?"</strong><br><br>I'd seen Ms. Andrews take that Japanese woman indoors earlier but... <em>has she been working with her already? I mean, you know... <span class="bbc_u">working?</span></em> I didn't know, so sending the boss lady a concerned glance and a raised eyebrow asking <em>'can I have some help here?'</em> I shut up.<br><br>I went bustling back out to the kitchen and made sure everything was ready then pressed the button. This rang a bell outside on the back of the building and also within the stable and lower stable complex. Attached to the vehicle workshop near the main pasture was a big electric gong and this bonged out loudly. The system was intended for everyone on the premises to know it was time to chow down.<br><br>I threw off my apron and hurriedly tidied my hair and rather envying Ms. Andrews in her little black dress, passed out beers to those who wanted them, or got chilled white Californian wine out of the ice bucket for those who didn't. There were always sodas for them who preferred not to drink.<br><br><strong>"Drinks all round! Please take a seat everyone, we can talk while we wait for the others to arrive. Ooh, that reminds me..."</strong> I served drinks then scurried back to bring out a big basket of hot garlic breads and some nachos soaked in melted cheese, salsa and guacamole. I took my seat at the foot of the table nearest the kitchen door - Senõr Arroyo was at the far end - at the head - with Ms. Andrews on his right hand. The two guests would be free to sit where they wished and I gestured to them to take a seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 21:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lita smiled at everyone as Rio started to get things.&nbsp; She looked around the table then took a seat on Rio's left.&nbsp; She couldn't help but want to sit next to the lovely young woman.&nbsp; Lita smiled at her as she accepted another bear.&nbsp; She opened it, drinknig some more.<br><br>"It's a lovely place you have here."&nbsp; She said looking at Ms Andrews and Alves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mark watched were everyone was seated, he decided he would sit next to Rio, since she seemed to be a rather flirty type. So he sat to her right, across from Lita, which in turn meant Lita sat next to the blonde woman that had picked them up earlier.<br><br>Sitting down and taking another sip of his beer and looked around the table. "Hmm, there are a few people missing though... what about that Asian girl that was with us in the car? Is she not eating?", Mark inquired, curious. But even so, he looked on as Rio placed the food on the table. Wow, it did look really good, but Mark did not start eating before the hosts had started, he didn't want to appear too rude, even if he was hungry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 14:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy smiled at Mark.&nbsp; "Kanami is worn out from work today, so she went to bed early.&nbsp; She is napping in my office as we speak.&nbsp; She refused to take my offer of letting use my bed until we get her situated, and instead chose the cot I keep in there for when I work late."<br><br>She sipped from her wine glass, looking around.&nbsp; "So tell me a bit about yourselves.&nbsp; I don't know much besides what I learned on the ride here.&nbsp; It's not often we have guests, and if it is alright, I would like to get to know you."&nbsp; Once more, she flashed her white smile at both Lita and Mark.&nbsp; "Oh and Rio dear, great job on the meal tonight, it looks splendid."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 18:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at Amy, enjoying the delicious meal that Rio had prepared.&nbsp; "Well, we all attend the same universirty together.&nbsp; Me and Mark play on some of the same sports teams really."&nbsp; She replied as she enjoyed the meal, glancing up at Amy and Rio.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 14:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>I kept quiet and sipped my glass of Californian Chardonnay, picking at the bowl of nachos now and again. I was happy to take a rest after all that work and do my observing bit...<br><br>I couldn't puzzle Ms. Andrews out tonight at all. She so rarely dressed for dinner and in fact looked rather good in that little black number. It made me in my jeans and tee feel a bit crummy. I guessed she must be in a good mood and began to think up reasons why. Her comments about the Japanese woman being tired perked my interest. You'd have to be <em>really</em> tired to miss dinner and go to bed hungry. I supposed Ms. Andrews might have got the two of them a snack while I was out at the chalets, but still... I wondered just what our mad scientist had been doing with the young woman down in the lab... I cursed myself for playing too much the farm-hand role and not showing enough interest in the lab side of things. Then again, Ms. Andrews was a conscientious and focused worker and I didn't want to interfere. But if one of the newcomers should be a spare that I could have as a pet I would like to get involved in arranging what physical and mental changes were wrought upon the poor thing...<br><br>My mind wandered off to dwell upon images of what Miss Kanami might be doing now. Tied up somewhere getting fucked by one of Ms. Andrews bizarre machines? My penis twitched and stiffened and my nipples tingled. Thinking what might poor Miss Kanami be enduring right now in the sound-proofed basement was making me feel randy again. I might have to go out to the stables later and fuck something.<br><br>I came back out of my daydream and picked up the conversation again, smiling at the right points. I glanced from Mark to Lita and back again. I was starting to warm towards Mark. At first I'd classified him as the arrogant jock type, good looking, clever, fit and knows it and thought him a little stand-offish but now I had the opportunity to study him more closely he seemed more attractive and not at all arrogant.<br><br>I turned my gaze to Lita. Now she <em>was</em> interesting. A little hottie. <em>Yeah, if Senor Arroyo gives permission I'm going to fuck with you big time. Fuck with your head and that tight little body you cute little thing...</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, we all attend the same university together. Me and Mark play on some of the same sports teams really."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Yes my love, and you'll be on the same team tomorrow as well. When Mark's a horse or something else with a giant cock and you're a helpless fat cow and he rapes your ass so hard you'll scream the place down with your pleasure...</em> My placid smile was unwavering, I added in little comments to the table talk from time to time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:04:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark listened to the blond doctors explanation as to why the girl that had been with them was not here. "Well, too bad.", Mark said. Maybe she just had a snack or something in between, but he wondered what this work was. Then again, it wasn't his business and seeing as she was a vet, maybe he was better off not knowing. That was one of the few things that he would never ever consider to become.<br><br>Lita meanwhile made small talk, commenting on how both she and Mark were athletes. He looked at Rio and she seemed quite intrigued by this. "Well yeah, I'm the quarterback of my team. Lita's pretty fit too, too bad you can't play with us guys on the field...", he explained while he noticed Rios glance.<br><br>She was interested, he was interested, now it was just up to him to make the first move. He knew it was a bold move, flirting with an employee right under the eyes of the boss, but Mark wasn't a particularly careful person. "Say Rio, where did you plan to let me sleep tonight? I'm not sure if Lita and Holly would want me in their room, maybe... you think you have enough room for all of us?", he asked with a cheeky smile, not unlike that of a boy who had just tricked his parents into giving him candy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 21:29:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Say Rio, where did you plan to let me sleep tonight? I'm not sure if Lita and Holly would want me in their room, maybe... you think you have enough room for all of us?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I smiled back easily. <strong>"I opened up and aired two of the chalets for you all, so if the ladies claim one then you get the other all to yourself. There's always plenty of room, Mark."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marks face fell slightly as it was revealed to him that it was really intended for him to sleep in one room all by himself. Well, that sucked. Sure, it was the countryside and as such it shouldn't come as a surprise that they were a bit traditional, but Rio was pretty young and he figured he maybe could talk her into sharing a room or even a bed with him. "Really? All alone in a room, that's a bit lonely, don'tcha think?", he wondered to her and then smiled. "Where do you sleep?", Mark asked Rio with a flirtatious grin on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>The way that Mark's expression changed almost made me laugh out loud but I concealed my mirth as a fit of coughing behind a chunk of garlic bread.<br><br><em>You're a fresh one, and no mistake.</em><br><br>I regained my composure and smiled at him. <strong>"Not at all. I sleep in my own room. Loneliness is not an issue when you're unconscious anyway,"</strong> I replied, sipping more wine. <strong>"Besides, it's lovely over on the far side of the lake and are you guys not... ?"</strong> I made a little gesture between him and Lita, raising an eyebrow, <strong>"... and the other young lady... Miss Holly, are you not, you know, just friends?"</strong><br><br>My implication should be clear, and I hoped a good deal more subtle than Mark suggesting that he sleep with me just because I was available, the cheeky brat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lita laughed at the implication and shook her head. "Oh no..no we aren't an item.&nbsp; Just friends is all." She said, looking up at Mark so he would see that she meant it.&nbsp; He had been trying to get into her pants for sometime, perhaps this time he would get the hint.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Farm House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 22:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				RIO<br><br>Watching Lita's rather strong denial of any suggestion the girls were an item with Mark was amusing. I felt sorry for the boy, he seemed an interesting enough sort, reasonably kind and with-it from what I'd seen so far. It must be a bit annoying to be told 'no' in so public a manner.<br><br>I said nothing but quietly sipped my drink.<br><br>Where the hell was Goran? He'd heard the dinner gong, surely?
			</dd>
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