Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]
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				Title: <strong>Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 12:59:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MILLENNIUM SLAVE LAW - MONACO CITY</span></span></span><br><br><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City2.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City4.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City3.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City5.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City6.jpg)<br><br><hr></div><br><br><br>The city of Monaco is world-famous as a tax-free haven and the playground of the rich. From the palace home of the ruling Grimaldi house on the southern headland overlooking the port of Fontvielle to the small beach at Plages du Larvotto in the extreme north, every inch of the second smallest country in the world is famous. From the seemingly uncontrolled opulence of the vast yachts moored in the marina of Port Hercule to the many fine and stylish bistros, bars and boutiques of the narrow winding backstreets; from the ancient administrative complex of parliament and Gendarmes Maritimes buildings on the southern headland and the sunny formal gardens around the Place du Casino to the small but bustling commercial quarter tucked uphill under the brooding masses of the Maritime Alps, there is always activity in the city.<br><br>Please use this thread for scenes that do not take place inside any specific property or business. It can also be used for scenes or posts that occur outside the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 13:00:28</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 21:46:00</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Roquebrune-Cap-Martin harbour, then driving to Nice BAF office.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing, three NPC women captives<br><hr><br>It was about three in the morning when the <em>Dream of Freedom (http://www.dolphin-yachts.com/yacht_img/DYB4119(1).jpg)</em> motored softly into the small harbour at&nbsp; Roquebrune-Cap-Martin. I found it cheaper here than anywhere else on the Côte d'Azur. The little harbour actually had a few working fishing boats. Up the coast towards Italy, the town of Menton had better facilities, and the other side of Monaco of course was Nice, with it's container port. But both of those ports had port authorities and customs offices and officials who asked awkward questions.<br><br>The harbour master at Roquebrune was a nice old man with a couple of pretty daughters that he regularly slept with and a wife he kept chained up in the kitchen. He was more than open to being bribed and so by mooring there I was free to come and go as I wished. I eased the sailing yacht up to her regular birth, nudged the quay, and after a brief burst astern and the wheel hard-over to take the way off and swing the stern in, I cut the engine. "Away bow!" I called to Natalie, my slave, who was standing on the bow of the boat, holding the painter in one hand and the main jib guy in the other.<br><br>She jumped and landed easily on the wooden jetty. I grabbed the stern painter and jumped too, lithe as a black panther. Between us we tied the <em>Dream</em> up, and I climbed back on board to see to the cargo. <br><br>The four women were in a special hold, constructed in the main cabin, directly under the big double bed. I always loved the irony of that: The fact that four helpless women were laying beneath me, listening to every sound I made as I fucked my own slave senseless, beat her, tortured her and just generally enjoyed not being one myself, always turned me oin that little bit more. My fuckslut helped me move the matress and lift the boards. Just in case any customs officer got too nosey, there was a plastic panel there, the exact same as the one on which the captives lay - the top, in fact, of the boat's fresh water tank. A duplicate of the tank top concealed the slaves.<br><br>The four of them were wrapped in industrial strength clingfilm from neck to ankles, gagged and blindfolded, and strapped down. As I removed the plastic lid, the smell from the hold hit me, the same as ever. Sweat, fear and piss. I removed the straps and immediately number four started wriggling. I punched her in the stomach. "Listen, bitch, if you keep this up, no-one is going to buy you and they'll put you down. Now I'm sure you don't want that, do you? The rest of you just behave the way you are and we'll get on just fine. It's been a long trip, but we only have a short way left to go.<br><br>We started with number four, I grabbed her shoulders and my slave grabbed her feet, and we carried her off the boat, in the darkness. I deliberately dropped her on the quay and again when we got to the beach, because she was wriggling again and trying to call out. "Look sweetie, it's your own fault. You ran. You should've stayed and begged daddy to pay your licence fee." I shrugged. It was none of my business. I'd caught this one by accident and was wishing I hadn't. If she could be properly trained, the pretty redhead would fetch a good price, but I had some doubts as to whether she could be. The other three, two blonds and an Asian with a Dutch passport, would bring in enough to cover the trip and give me a decent profit, but this redhead was one I was going to have to take what I could get for.<br><br>We made it to the Renault Kangoo van (http://www.vanplylining.com/images/detailed/0/renault_kangoo_1998-2009_header.jpg) that I'd left parked at the harbour three days before and I opened the back door. We heaved the captive in, and she landed with a thud on the hard wooden floor. There's an old puzzle. A man arrives at a river with a dog, a chicken and a bag of grain. There is a boat that has room for him and one of the other items only. If he leaves the dog with the chicken the dog will eat the chicken, and if he leaves the chicken with the grain, the chicken eats the grain. How does he get all three across?<br><br>Well, I had a similar problem. I needed my slave to help carry the others, but I couldn't leave this redhead bitch on her own, loose in the van, even shrink-wrapped the way she was. Fortunately, I'd had the foresight to install straps , hooks and eyes in lots of strategic places. I strapped her to the floor and left her there.<br><br>We went back to the boat for the other three, being more careful with them because they were being more docile. Loading took twenty minutes in total - five per captive. Five more minutes to put the bed back together and secure the boat and we were on our way. I drove, not because sexybitch couldn't, but because I wanted to. She would be driving us home, after I completed my business. It was just over half an hour by road from Roquebrune to the centre of Nice. I drove into the delivery bay in the BAF holding centre there, and backed up to the loading dock.<br><br>My contact was waiting. "Got four as usual, Gaston", I told him as I climbed out of the cab. Cuntlicker stayed in the van. She had bad memories of this place, apparently, and while I was cruel and sadistic, I tried not to be nasty about it. I had no idea if Gaston was his real name - it was just what I called him. I unlocked the back of the van and he clicked his fingers. Two big burley slave handlers came forward and grabbed the first package, hauled her out, stripped the packaging off her, and began their examination. Two more grabbed the second captive. After a few minutes the first team nodded and one of them told Gaston their DMV estimate. I nodded. It was about what I expected. That team shoved the woman into a holding cage and went back for number three. The second team finished and hesitated, then advanced to undo the straps on the redhead. <br><br>I stood well back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 01:35:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe, on the Monaco sea front. Awaiting for his client to arrive.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad; various waiters, slaves and patrons.<br><hr><br>Rayn sat outside the cafe in a large, comfy curved chair; sipping on a light golden beer. He wore a smart collared t-shirt and chino's, topped with dark, large lensed sunglasses to keep out the glare of the Mediterranean sun. He had spoken to his new client very briefly, and Adrian Dumont. He was some kind of government official apparently... This should be interesting. He hadn't dealt with many of Monaco's officials, of what few there were around. Being an almost complete tax haven and a tiny state kept the government pretty small, exactly how he liked it.<br><br>Below cuddling against his shin was his adopted 'daughter' and his favoured slave, Rosalie. He had bought her a glass of lemonade which she sipped happily while Rayn waited for his new arrival. He gently stroked her head as he sat there relaxing. He would never allow her to drink, unless for a special occasion, in which he would treat her to some fine champagne, the sort of which would never normally be wasted on a slave girl. He checked his watch, having arrived quite early, hoping to make a good impression. "It's a lovely day isn't it my pet... Hopefully we can get back to sun-bathing soon." He said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 15:33:13</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Roquebrune-Cap-Martin harbour, then driving to Nice BAF office.<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba and three other females.<br><br>All those years went smoothly and the day I run into other females it all goes to Sunderland. Which is shit. So it went to shit. Shows you that women really are incompetent and why they made that stupid law in the first place. Anyway let's start at the beginning. That is, after all, what those things are for. I had fled Newcastle, and eventually England all together, after my parents died and my stupid brother got hold of the money my parents saved to buy me free. My brother was a bit of an ape really and he decided that he wanted me as his sex slave, because he got horny for me. He would have loved me to suck his miniature cock and loan me out to friends and earn some money. Shame for him I had brains and looks. Hah! Got you there sucker! <br><br>Getting out of England was the hard part but once that was done, after some bribing and flashing boobs (Come on it's why God gave them to us, to use them for our benefits) I arrived in the Western Sahara which, to be brutally honest, is even worse than London or Sunderland. Or America. Hell it's worse than anything. Unless you like sand, than you'll love the place. I hated it. However it is great to lay low and stay invisible. African people are very relaxed and they knew a lot of refugees roamed their lands but I found that as long as you don't bother the locals, they didn't mind. You had to be careful for the army and policemen though but after a while I refined my tactics and figured out ways to stay alive. I even think I was enjoying my life the way it was. The years past and I knew that back in England, there would be so many wanted refugees now that I could probably go back without them even knowing I was back. It's a shame the country isn't corrupted. African people are easily corruptable with money and I had heard stories of European girls, getting registered as a free woman in African countries and thus being able to travel all over the world without the risk of getting captured and enslaved. God I'd kill to see the look on my brother's face. Basically I cost him about 50.000 Pounds by running away. So yeah, I really wanted revenge. <br><br>Unfortunately I ran into some women who weren't very good at lying low at all. They got captured and although I had put up a proper Geordie fight, I was put in a cell. All I did was pass by at the wrong time. Then some black woman came and I tried to attack her as well. I lost the battle again and I think I got knocked out cold. Or drugged. Or both. Anyway, when I woke up I was wrapped in clingfilm. I hated that stuff. Sometimes I used it to cook things or to keep them in the fridge but the damn stuff stuck to everything except the bowl you had to seal. Probably invented by idiots. What's wrong with the good old tinfoil? Or just a plastic bag with a rubber band around the bowl? Progression is the way forward, well not in the case of clingfilm. I can only imagine the number of censor bleebs there would be if Gordon Ramsay used that in his kitchen. Wouldn't mind being his slave though. Good looking man, lots of money. I do think he's rude though. James May would be a nicer person but he's a bit pedantic and weird. Stephen Fry would be lovely to have as a master. Or Michael McIntyre. Although I'd probably die laughing. And I didn't want to be a slave. Sex is fine, forced sex is okay, I can live with all that. But having to clean and lick ass or feet... no that's really not for me. Besides, a Briton never ever shall be slaved. What an irony. Such a lovely tune, raped to it's core by some idiot law. <br><br>Back to my clingfilm adventure though, before I drift off too far. I was being wrapped in it to a point where I couldn't move and transported to.. well fuck knows where too. All I know is that it was a boat cause it kept rocking and I could faintly hear the waves. The gag wasn't too bad but the blindfold meant I couldn't see anything. How the fuck am I supposed to know who to attack if I can't bloody see a thing? Being on that boat took forever really. Whatever kind of boat it was, it sure as hell wasn't fast. Or we were sailing the Atlantic, which I highly doubted. When we got to a harbour and the lid was taken off the confined area where me and at least one other person, who kept bumping into me on the waves, were held, I immediately started to fight. That is, as far as I could cause clingfilm sticks to anything. The stuff's so annoying. I hated it. I used to cook with it but... ah sod it. It's not really important.<br><br><strong><em>"Listen, bitch, if you keep this up, no-one is going to buy you and they'll put you down. Now I'm sure you don't want that, do you? The rest of you just behave the way you are and we'll get on just fine. It's been a long trip, but we only have a short way left to go."</em></strong><br><br>It was the chocolate tard. I recognized her voice. What was she doing? She should be a slave, not me. As she and somebody else carried me out of that stinking box, I kept wriggling, knowing it was pointless but at least I would show her I wasn't about to give up. What did I get in return? They dropped me twice. So rude. <br><br><strong><em>"Look sweetie, it's your own fault. You ran. You should've stayed and begged daddy to pay your licence fee."</em></strong><br><br>I was fuming. He wanted to pay for my fee but they were killed and my primate brother went off. I'd show her. The car was probably even less comfortable then the boat which had to mean it was French or Japanese. Or a Mercedes CLK Black Edition. Jeremy Clarkson claimed it was the most uncomfortable car he had ever driven. Wouldn't mind being his slave either, if only for the fact that he might take me for a right in whatever car he owns. Probably a Range Rover. Everybody in England with money has one. Or Hammond. The little one. He's cute. Soon the French or Japanese car stopped and after a while we were unloaded. I listened and counted four of us. So I was in that boat with three others? They kept surprisingly quiet. Too tame probably. Tame and scared. Well not me. I was going down fighting if I had to go down. I felt them remove the foil and I stood still. Surprise them V. They'll never knew what hit them. I let them unwrap it all the way, only to realize I was naked. Oh well, just a minor set back. The chocolate pie seemed to have the same size as me anyway. I'd take her clothes. I waited until my gag and blindfold was removed and then I struck.<br><br>Knowing I couldn't find two men at the same time, my best chance was to go for the black woman. I didn't know her name and I didn't care. She had taken my freedom, now she had to die. Preferably by me. I leaped forward towards her screaming in primal fury of which hell hath no fury of. To my surprise I didn't get any closer and in fact I was going down. Somehow, one, or two, of the men had managed to grab my legs and I landed face down on the floor. I immediately felt the blood rush in my mouth as at least one of my teeth had gone through my lip. Oh spiffy.<br><br>I kept fighting and wrestling until my legs were tied together and my arms were held behind my back by the two men. Damn and blast. I spat some blood at the black woman. <br><br><strong>"Go to hell bitch."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 19:48:43</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe, on the Monaco sea front, kneeling by her owner<br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner, Rayn Assad<br><br>Rosalie affectionately sat in proper position by her master, grateful for&nbsp; the lemonade on such a hot day. She looked up at he spoke, smiling as her beautiful eyes sparkled in the warm sunlight bearing down on them. "Yes daddy, Rosalie looks forward to it." she grinned happily, wishing this meeting would go quickly. But she knew daddy had business to attend to, and she would be on her best behavior as always. She would do anything he asked her to because she adored him so.<br><br>"May Rosalie cuddle with daddy?" she said, speaking in a soft, sweet tone of great respect. She knew better than to just pounce on him or move into his lap. She was very loving indeed, but had learned her lesson once when she'd made the mistake of simply embracing him at a meeting. For a full week, she was treated as a regular slave. It'd hurt her so, that she'd begged forgiveness and promised to never act that way again in a professional setting. She watched his hand as it went to his brow, it was rather warm today. "May Rosalie wipe&nbsp; daddy's brow for him?" she asked also, hoping he'd say yes to both.<br><br>At first it'd been difficult for her to adjust to going about naked, but now she felt just fine and comfortable with it. All she was permitted to wear was a specially-designed chastity belt, complete with a small vibrator. She adjusted herself a little, it wasn't on right now, but she never knew when he would turn it on. But often he would use it to tease her when he had to run errands, to get her riled up for later when they would make passionate love. It was a game she was quite beginning to enjoy, being on display for him and then later begging him to take her, chest heaving and body aching with need. She wondered if he would click the button to tease her during this particular meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 22:09:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Her driver, James; Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Waiting for Darya Lisina<br><br><hr><br>The city flowed by in a slow blur as Kaelyn's car made its way through the streets of Monaco. It was a beautiful day, with blue skies and a bright, warming sun; the wispy clouds not offering a chance of reprieve from the growing heat. Other cars moved along with hers and people lazily made their way along the well maintained sidewalks, slaves crawling obediently behind them.<br><br>Kaelyn was on her way to meet Darya for brunch at the Maya Bay. Her mouth was already watering from the knowledge that she would soon be biting into some truly exquisite sushi and sipping on her favorite cocktail. She smiled to herself and settled further into the plush leather seat of her car; James was driving carefully as ever, taking the necessary shortcuts and alternate routes to avoid any tourist induced traffic.<br><br>There was a medium sized mirror incorporated into the back of the headrest in front of her and she reached forward, pressing on a small indentation towards the top that let the mirror smoothly pop out and rotate to face her. Even though she knew she looked impeccable Kaelyn wanted to make sure that not a hair was out of place, a habit she had learned from her long dead mother, may the bitch never rest in peace. She reached into her purse, the gold charm bracelet on her wrist jingling lightly as she pulled out her lipstick to renew the color. It was a delicate, slightly bright, pink color that highlighted the lushness of her lips and made her smile look dazzling.<br><br>The car was a new Bentley Mulsanne, in a pearlescent white and with specially tinted windows. It had arrived straight from the Pyms Lane factory to her door and was a testament to her wealth and extravagant lifestyle. The linen colored leather was her favorite thing about the car, the light color easily brightening up the interior, day or night. She'd also had some special features added that Bentley geared especially towards slave owners. One of which was in the trunk, a special 'slave compartment,' something she'd been delighted to hear about and that allowed her to travel with a slave safely stowed out of the way.<br><br>"Madame Richelieu, we have arrived." James turned from his spot in the driver's seat and smiled at her. "There's a small line and then you will be able to step out. Would you like for me to get your door when the time comes?"<br><br>Kaelyn hadn't noticed the car coming to a stop and with a last press of her lips, she capped her lipstick and dropped it back into her purse. She talked as she finished adjusting herself, making sure her shawl was set on her shoulders at the right angle and that her hat didn't cover her face. "<strong>Thank you, James. They'll get the door for me, you're not to worry.</strong>" Her sunglasses were on the small pull down tray set in the back of the driver's seat and she reached over, opening the arms. She slipped them on, checking the mirror to make sure they were properly situated. "<strong>Take the car home, I won't be needing you for the rest of the day.</strong>"<br><br>James nodded and turned back to face the front, slowly inching the car forward in the busy valet line of the Maya Bay Restaurant. Her driver was a distant, poor, cousin from America that Grandfather had employed as her driver long before the laws had been put into place. After, she had raised his salary, offered him the additional position as her personal assistant, and given him an open choice of one girl per week from the hostel; to her satisfaction he'd stayed on.<br><br>They finally pulled up and her door was opened for her. "<strong>James, please tell my Cousin Jacque that he's to be at the brothel tonight. I will not be in and he's to oversee things.</strong>" She reached out a hand to take the one being offered in assistance out of the car and delicately stepped out. Before the door closed again, Kaelyn leaned in and gave James a saucy grin. "<strong>And feel free to partake of as many slaves as are available for your pleasure. I do love the good moods you're in the day after.</strong>"<br><br>The door closed on his loud laugh and she was smiling as she turned back to the front entrance of the restaurant. As she walked up to the slave at the hostess stand, she could feel eyes on her and let her smile grow. Her outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50341075) wasn't anything special, one of her more simpler looks to be honest, but that didn't mean she wasn't resplendent. Her dress in particular called attention, as it tightly hugged the curves of her body, accentuating them tastefully. The shoes she wore added inches to her height, bringing her up from just barely average to a more respectable stature. Around her neck she had a delicate, loosely draped necklace, the pearls clicking as she walked.<br><br>When she reached the slave, the slut swayed towards Kaelyn, eyes fluttering and nostrils flaring slightly. Although it was good to know that the perfume worked as expected, it disgusted her to have the creature act so brashly when on duty. She tapped a perfectly manicured nail on the top of the stand and then snapped her fingers in the slave's face.<br><br>"<strong>I have a reservation for two at twelve thirty. Hurry up, cunt, or I'll be seeing your master about your deplorable behavior.</strong>"<br><br>The slave snapped to attention and with a stuttering apology, led Kaelyn to her table. As she followed the girl, she pulled out her phone and quickly texted Darya to let her know that she had arrived. Kaelyn was led to a quiet corner of the Japanese restaurant and as she sat down, the slave gave her a shaky bow and made to walk away.<br><br>Kaelyn waited for the slave to take two steps before getting her attention. "<strong>Cunt, do me a favor.</strong>" Her voice said it was anything but and the slut stopped and turned to her, face now ashen. "<strong>Call your master, I wish to have a word with him.</strong>" There was no need to wait for a response and she turned to look at her menu, a dark and hungry smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 08:49:45</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ambassador<br><strong>With:</strong> No one<br><hr><br>David had arrived in Monaco the previous night after having just taken a plane ride that was about 9 hours and then having to be in a taxi for another 20, it like most traveling had been taxing. He did not bother with the sights that night and just decided to throw himself into bed for the night. With the sunlight streaming in the room, there was not much of a choice in the matter but to wake up. Slowly he opened his eyes and rolled over in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. Today was likely to be an interesting day as it was going to mark day one of his search for his daughter. All the cards were likely not in his favor of finding her today, but there was always tomorrow where all the work from this day would benefit him and get him that much closer to finding her.<br><br>But he was on a clock and he knew that. Free people could buy her up, she was eighteen by now. And likely if she had been in slave school like the report on her said then she was at some auction house of some kind. But he was not going to start at an auction house, first he was going to go to the place that kept track of slaves, the BAF, to see if there was someone in the process of owning her already for that would narrow down his search significantly.<br><br>A breakfast was in order, but not one that was likely to be served by the house slaves of the hotel. He wanted to not be reminded of girls in servitude for the moment at least not as blatantly as having them serve it to him in his room. Feet hit the floor as he crossed the room to grab his black large roller suitcase and open the zipper quickly. Fingers quickly dug through the clothes to pull out socks, blue boxers, a white shirt, shampoo, conditioner, his toothbrush and a bottle of mouth wash. All of that was taken to the bathroom in a couple of trips and then he took a shower that lasted all of forty-five minutes. At its conclusion, he walked across the bathroom floor and then stood in front of the mirror to brush his teeth and clean his mouth.<br><br>A little bit of stubble prompted him to go grab a razor and shaving cream to get himself clean shaven. Completely finished with his hygenic activities he put on the boxers, shirt and socks. Dressed somewhat, he headed out to the main room where he retrieved a pair of black suit pants, a black suit jacket, a white dress shirt, a blue tie and then a pair of black polished dress shoes. It took him all of a few moments to put the suit on and tie the tie. After he had the shoes on, he grabbed his wallet, cellphone, and keycard before heading out the door to go to the morning buffet downstairs.<br><br>Like in most hotels, there was a murmur of voices in the background yet to him most of these were not something he could understand. David had always thought that French as a language was beautiful, yet he had never had the opportunity to learn any of it. He had taken Spanish in high school and all of that was a blur in his head. He headed into the dining area where there were all sorts of food for his enjoyment, but knowing how to eat right, all he took was a bowl of fruit, a cup of coffee, and some orange juice. After retrieving his items, he sat down at a table on the far upper right hand corner of the room slowly eating his food with his eyes gazing upon the architecture of the dining hall as he did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 18:03:14</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe, on the Monaco sea front. Awaiting for his client to arrive.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad; various waiters, slaves and patrons.<br><hr><br>Rayn lent down, brushing Rosalie's hair behind her ears to better see her beautiful features. His hand went from her hair downwards, to her neck, gently lifting up her chin. He continued to lean down until his lips brushed against hers. He kissed her, enjoying the taste of her soft lips. The way he caressed her so intimately was almost more illicit than many of the most extreme sex acts that could be viewed around the streets and houses of Monaco; so rare was it to see such tenderness towards common slaves. Rayn smiled, always enjoying the flush of her cheeks when he kissed her. "You know you can't sit in daddy's lap during a meeting pet. Remember what happened last time." He whispered with a teasing look in his eyes before he pulled away. "Stand up...wipe your masters brow for him."<br><br>Rayn smiled as she stood up, taking a chance to take in the curves of her body. She was certainly a fine piece of art, and hoped this meeting would end soon so he could return to the yacht for some time alone with her. His fingers gently played along her behind as she tended to him, giving her cheeks a soft squeeze. "Master might bring home a pet for us both to play with if you're a good girl tonight."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 03:57:36</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, owner<br><br>She smiled adoringly up at him as his fingers brushed her hair lightly behind her ear. She flushed, shivering as they wandered lower, soon hooking under her chin to lift her head back up to face him. She happily accepted his kiss, leaning against him. His hands always made her burn with desire when they danced over her skin as they were now. She was gasping a little for breath when he eventually pulled away to savor the red flush of her cheeks, though she paled when he mentioned what had happened the last time. "I will be good daddy!" she whimpered, but soon smiled when she saw he was teasing her.<br><br>She gladly stood, taking a clean kerchief and dabbing his brow so he wouldn't be sweaty. She made certain to angle her body perfectly, so he could enjoy her while she served him. She too was eager to return to the yacht, but she knew business came first. She looked at him, flushing a little and smiling. "Rosalie would love to have a sister." she smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 09:49:55</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Roquebrune-Cap-Martin harbour, then driving to Nice BAF office.<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing, three NPC women captives<br><br>I love the moment right before we dock to unload a shipment of slaves. The knowledge of where they're going, of what's going to be done to them, of what we've taken away from them. It's a powerful feeling to be sure. Something I don't get to experience often, so when I do. I soak it in. I'm sure some people enjoy the sight of the dock as it comes into view, the lights of what ever city they might be landing at. But the thud of the girls as they landed in the van, or truck, or what ever we were using to haul them in was what excited me most. <br><br>My Mistress was a particularly nasty one, she worked me hard, fucked me hard, and beat me even harder, but I didn't mind. The body was something you can train, my teachers made sure I knew that when they whipped me to make my back just that much straighter. The mind could be trained as well, this I knew for certain as we lifted the top cover where we held our cargo and I didn't vomit from the smell. I didn't enjoy it, but it no longer bothered me like it once had. I wonder how the women down there handled the smell, or if they even could. <br><br>I smiled inwardly as we pulled the girls out, the first one struggled quite a bit, but we dropped her once, and I listened to my Mistress tell her to be quiet. This bitch was such an idiot, didn't she know that they would treat her better if she didn't resist? That she would be better off if she just accepted the natural role that women played in this world? Slave. <br><br>I helped her strap the red head down, and I waited for my Master to walk away from the van, before spitting in the girls direction, following quickly after her to finish our work. I knew that she would want to get this done and over with. 'Time is money' as she liked to say. The other girls were quick and easy to take care of, and we were more gentle with them. Setting them down as soft as we could considering the fact that they were wrapped up tight like they were. <br><br>We drove on in silence, which was fine by me. It made the girls even more nervous, at least that's what I felt. I watched the night go by as we continued to drive, and soon we were at the hell hole those girls were going to have to suffer in. One of the biggest kindnesses that my Mistress gave me, was not making me get out of the car to go into, or anywhere NEAR that place. <br><br>I leaned back and felt the van move slightly as the cargo was taken out of the trunk, everything was going smoothly, until they pulled the red head from the back. I watched with a bit of uncertainty as they unwrapped her, and then! THAT CUNT! I jumped, ready to leap out and tackle the whore to the ground, but before I could even open the door, two large men had her pinned to the ground. Good. I hope she gets put with a master that likes to use their animals on their pets. <br><br>That over with, I just waited for my Mistress to come back to me so I could drive us back to the boat... or wherever she told me to. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 16:15:18</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lisina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina<br><br>I had flown in a couple days ago. The summer was about to start and I was done hibernating in Moscow and London. Most people would spend winter in someplace warm but I enjoyed winter. Today I was going to meet my friend Kaelyn whom I hadn't seen for a couple months now. I had invited her to London a couple times but she has a business to run here so it's hard for her to leave the country. <br><br>This morning my slave, Valentina had brought me a good lunch and after we finished it out on the terrace of my penthouse we had taken a long bath. I should explain that my view on slavery is a bit different that most people. I do agree with the slave law in the way that women should be enslaved but I am a fighter for better rights and living standards. Women being tagged, traded or sold and then used as ragdolls was just too much. There was no need for it and I think in doing so humanity had lost a bit of it's dignity. <br>So my slave was given a lot more rights than most and was probably treated better as well. She had her own room in my houses, she could sleep in a bed, eat normal food. Of course, if I was in the mood, she could have none of that and I could be rather cruel. I had given her a normal nickname, Myshka, and usually told her to wear normal clothes. Today I told her to wear only a translucent black dress (http://images.madeinchina.com/p/039/5053039_0/Charming-Translucent-Lacing-Night-Dress-Black_5053039_0.jpg) and nothing else. She had a good body and I wasn't afraid to show it off to the world.<br><br>I was excited about today because first I would see my friend again, then we would buy her a slave and then we would go shopping. Back in England I had heard of a new trend in slave jewelry. It was basically the same as a tattoo only it was laid in crystals and diamond and it wasn't permanent. I had packed a book into my bag to look through some designs for Myshka with Kaelyn and then drove to the restaurant I was going to meet her.<br><br>My car really stood out. It had flown in from the UK so first of all there was the different plates. Then there was the colour. Most cars here were silver, white, grey, black so a bright yellow car was special. Also the noise it made was quite special. Myshka sat next to me which proved to be fun at the entrance of the restaurant. The doorman opened the passenger door and then, to his shock, realized that it was a slave. I think he noticed by the collar. By the time he had corrected himself and walked over to my side, I had gotten out and he was in for another shock. My outfit wasn't special. I was just wearing sneakers and jeans and a simple blouse. Simple but sporty. Just how I liked it. <br><br>Following protocol I clicked the leash around Valentina's collar and walked inside.<br><br><strong>"Hi my friend had made a reservation. I believe she's already here. Miss Richelieu."</strong><br><br>The clerk slave immediately blushed bright red and quickly showed me the way. When I saw Kaelyn I waved and we hugged and kissed. I snapped my fingers at Valentina ordering her on her knees. Not because I wanted but because it was etiquette. Slaves shouldn't stand up high in company.<br><br><strong>"How are you Kae? It's been so long."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 18:47:23</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> At Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu<br>&nbsp;<br>I sitted in the car, very nervous, while Darya drived me through the Monaco streets. I weared the tiny black see through dress, and I fidgeted, with my hands, in my lap. I smiled though, for my Darya. My mistress like it, when I smiled, no matters what!<br>&nbsp;<br>I only was with my new mistress Darya, a few months. Before that, I lived in Moscow, with my first mistress, Ludmilla Solovyova, the rich heiress. Ludmilla, she treated me very good, not like a slave. She was very kind, and maked me more, like a servant, and a friend, instead! She almost never maked me leave, her mansion, either, only for the small errands. So, even though, I was the legal slave? I didn’t see much, how bad, most masters abused their slaves. I thought that most masters, and mistresses, they were good, like my Ludmilla. And when I saw slaves, treated very bad, in public? I assumed, this only happened, very rare.<br>&nbsp;<br>But, Ludmilla, she was old, and frail. She passed a way, and her daughter Elena, she becomed my mistress. And Elena, she hated me, she thought her mother treated me, much too good. So, she selled me to her friend, Darya. And I learned, then, how the slaves, people treated them, for reals.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya, she confused me, many times. Some times, she treated me, very sweet, and kind. I usually maked her break fast, in the mornings, and she chatted with me often, very pleasant. And she letted me wear clothes, very fashionable, too! And I even had my own room, very rare, for a slave! But other times, she stripped me naked, and maked me do the humilating things. Once, she maked me pleasure her friends, at the formel dinners, under the table, with my slave slut tongue. She telled people I had the talented mouth, and invited them, for trying it. And a few times, she liked beating me, too, with the riding crop. She telled me she liked, how I squeaked. Because I always was shy, and quiet, and I squeaked, she called me her Myshka, her little mouse.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya, though, she didn’t treat me bad, very much. I knowed that she was very good, to me. At least, she was more good, to me, then her friends were, to their slaves! Her friends some times paraded their poor girls around naked, and maked them do the disgusting things, while they laughed! Darya didn’t do that, to me much, only when she was in the bad or naughty moods. I was very greatful, to Darya, for being good, to me. And, in secret, I finded I liked, some times, when he did the naughty things, to me. Or, when she humilated me, too. But, I never would tell her that, ever!<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya surprised me, very much, when she telled me she wanted bringing me, to Monaco. She didn’t always bring me, on her little trips. The first days, we stayed in Monaco, I didn’t know why she wanted me. But, this morning, when she telled me for wearing, the skimpy black dress? I knowed, she wanted showing me off, to her Monaco friends. The dress, it showed off every thing on my body, people could see my small breast, and my bare slit. I had embarasments, for wearing it, but I put it on, with a smile. I knowed, that if I telled Darya no, I would be very sorry!<br>&nbsp;<br>I blushed, very red, when the door man opened the car door, for me<strong>"No sir, open please, the other door, for Mistress!"</strong> I whispered, to him.&nbsp; And I getted out of the car, myself, while he runned over and helped her, instead.<br>&nbsp;<br>I lifted my chin, for Darya, when she walked to me. She runned a finger, down my slender neck, and smiled. And then she attached my coller, a little too tight, like she did always. She tugged it, and bringed me inside the café, with her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya, she leaded me to a table, where a very pretty dark haired woman sitted. She and Darya kissed in greetings, very polite, and I realised the woman, she was Kaelyn, Darya’s friend. I never meeted Kaelyn, before, I didn’t know her. &nbsp;And when Darya snapped her pretty fingers, I kneeled immediately, I putted my hands behind my back. I thrusted out my small breasts, a little, in case Darya wanted playing with them, at the table. And I keeped smiling, pretending for being very happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 20:54:55</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Nice BAF office.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko (in the van), Veronica Downing, three NPC women captives, A corrupt BAF official known as Gaston (NPC)<br><hr><br>The redhead just didn't know when to quit. She spat at me and I leered back at her. I usually enjoy watching them fight, but for some reason ai got a bad feeling as I watched this one. Gaston camd and stood beside me and counted out the cash for the other three. "They will fetch good prices", he told me in French. "But this one? Oh la la! This one is English. The English do not make good slaves except in England, Non? I cannot take her. She... Pierre, you fool, hold her! As you can see, she would never pass muster. It will take three months to break and train her, and any trainer will not buy her for more that sixty percent discount. I can offer you twenty percent of DMV?"<br><br>I looked at him and shook my head. "Gaston, you know me better than that. DMV would be what... Fifteen? Three thousand isn't going to pay the customs squeeze, let alone the provisions for the trip! I need at least six."<br><br>I looked hurt. Gaston shrugged. "Don't give me your Arab sob story, woman, you have the profit from the other three. Besides, it is I who takes the risk here. You get caught, you end up like them. Me? I loose everything! Three nine nine five is my best offer."<br><br>I sighed. Nearly four thousand Euros. Twenty percent if the Designated Market Value of the slave were twenty thousand. "I could get more selling her on the black market... Hit the bitch... Oh for fuck's sake" The redhead had all but struggled free of the two guys holding her, who had made the mistake of hauling her to her feet. She was glaring at me with intense hatred, and I sensed that given the chance she would try and attack me. I pre-empted. I happen to know a fair bit of Savate (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savate). Not a black-belt or anything, but I learned the basics while I was growing up, before being shipped off to Algeria when the slave law came in.<br><br>The heel of my left foot connected with her breastbone right between her boobs. I was still wearing my rope-soled deck shoes, so the kick was softened slightly.<br><br>"Fucking cunt slave! You try zat again and I keell you!" I said in English. Then to Gaston. "I see what you mean."<br><br>Gaston was shaking his head. "You want to take your chance on the black market, go ahead". He shrugged. "Here", he fished in his pocket and pulled out a collar. "I take no responsibility." Gaston made a show of wiping his fingerprints off the collar, then handing it to me. That was a surprise. I didn't even know he carried collars on him, let alone would hand one over like that. I'd taken the thing before I'd realised.<br><br>"Hey, sexy-slut, put this on the redhead", I told my slave, seeing her standing near the open back of the van.<br><br>"No! No! Not here. You activate that here, it will flag up on the BAF computers. You take her away and do it. Across the border!" Gaston seemed genuinely concerned by that so I agreed. <br><br>"Belay that, cunt-licker. We'll put the collar on her later. Back in the van then..." The two heavies had hold of the redhead again and tossed her roughly into the back of the van, then strapped her down again. The back doors slammed shut, sealing her into the dark. "You drive, sweet, I'm shattered." I climbed into the passenger seat and watched my pretty slave climb into the driver's seat. I was asleep before we left Nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 22:55:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina<br><br><hr><br>The restaurant manager was an older, slightly nervous looking man that had the unflattering habit of bobbing his head up and down as he talked. He'd apologized profusely for the slave's lack of manners and offered Kaelyn free meals and drinks of all kinds. She'd refused the offer; it wasn't like she was a charity case and needed help of that kind. Instead she'd quickly let the man know how lack of training made the establishment look bad and had negotiated a compensational slave punishment. The useless cunt would be punished in a manner that would remind her of her place, and then she'd be put in the back of the restaurant on bathroom cleaning duty where she would spend the next week making up for the minor insult.<br><br>"<strong>I'm sure you understand that this is for your own benefit. I for one would hate for a restaurant of this caliber to get a fine for lack of proper slave training.</strong>" Kaelyn's smile was as false as they came, her teeth barely showing. "<strong>I'll expect to receive notice of the transfer within the next hour.</strong>" With a smirk she turned away from the manager, effectively dismissing him, and pulled out her phone. She sent James a quick message, reminding him that he had to keep an eye out on the new slut back at the penthouse, and then one to her cousin, informing him that she would be out buying new slaves and asking if he had anything specific in mind. He'd enjoy helping break one in – he was especially good with teaching the cunts to enjoy the pleasure of having a truly sadistic master.<br><br>&nbsp;At that moment Darya walked up and Kaelyn's smile turned real. She stood up and greeted her friend warmly, hugging her tight and kissing her on the cheek. "<strong>Oh, darling, it has been absolutely too long.</strong>" She reached up and gently wiped the soft smudge of lipstick she'd left on younger woman's cheek off. "<strong>You shouldn't go off to those cold lands you love so much.</strong>" Her hands gently squeezed Darya's shoulders and then pulled away, gesturing to the other chair at the table. "<strong>I'm doing as well as can be, certainly can't complain. Sit, sit. I'm absolutely famished and we've quite a busy day ahead of us.</strong>"<br><br>It was as she was adjusting her chair that she noticed the slave at her friend's side. The cunt had on a sheer black dress and was kneeling obediently by her owner's side, pert tits thrust out in offering. She was a pretty thing with a lovely body. Kaelyn reached out and took the slave's chin in her hand and gently pulled her face forward, taking care not to hurt someone else's property. "<strong>So this is your new acquisition? The cunt has an air about her that I like. Although,</strong>" she let the creature go and leaned casually back in her chair, "<strong>I'm rather surprised at your owning one of your own. Had a change of heart in regards to that equal rights nonsense?</strong>"<br><br>While Darya answered, Kaelyn snapped her fingers to get the attention of one of the servers, a delicious looking young man with sun kissed skin and exotic green eyes. Some establishments had slaves handling and serving the food and others had slaves only for showing patrons their places and cleaning up. Kaelyn was in agreement that not just any slave should be given any high responsibilities, it was doubtful the things would even truly understand them.<br><br>Their young waiter arrived and gave them a slight nod, waiting politely for Darya to finish talking. As soon as she stopped he smiled and held out a couple of menus. "Good afternoon ladies, my name is Aurelien and I'll be your server for this meal. Do you already know what you are going to order or would you like to peruse our menu?" His accent was thick, the words rolling off his tongue with some difficulty.<br><br>Kaelyn smiled at him, a charming smile that always turned men to putty, and waved the menu away when he offered it to her. "<strong>Non, je sais qu'est-ce que je voudrais.</strong><sup>1</sup>" When he heard her speaking in French his shoulders slumped slightly in relief before straightening back up. "<strong>My friend, however, might need some time. And while we wait, I'll have a Rose Imperiale. Make it strong.</strong>" She looked over at Darya and switched back to English. "<strong>Are you ready to order?</strong>"<br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> No, I know what I would like.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 09:57:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong>Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; meeting Rayn<br><br><hr><br>His lunch hour had been prolonged this day. Adrian taxed himself to leave the office on time. Never before had work tugged at his attention with such bravado. The part of Adrian that wanted to meet with Rayn, and purchase a slave was small. So, the civil war within him was a bloody one. He procrastinated his business meeting, finally leaving the building in order to be respectful toward Mr. Rayn Assad. Upon exiting work, he was confident in himself to arrive, and then cancel all prior agreements. That changed with every step toward the Cafe. His mind filled up with debate. His resolve was teetering under the cowardice sun. A tailor had constructing his clothing with finely stitched French cotton and Italian silk. It was colored with pitch black, and it sat softly in the glare of the sunlight, unable to reflect. His vest was black, and his tie was as well, but the shirt underneath was white. Adrian had to layer himself like this daily. A good shower was always waiting for him at home, for heat conquered AC in his office and his car.<br><br>He looked like a walking shadow in black hair, and dark sunglasses as well. The Maya Bay Cafe was only a stone's throw from his office. He appeared there much faster than he would have liked.<br><br>The scenic displacement of skin, and beautiful cuts of fine, sliced pussy, halos of gold, coffee, and strawberry satin, sweat on the arches and peaks of shoulders and breasts. Adrian couldn't see the forest for the trees, or the sky for the clouds. "This world has gone mad with riches," he mumbled to himself in the corniest of observations. Mr. Dumont reflected almost nothing that could be considered real. Monaco had blinded him. From shop-keep to shop-keep, the world had become nothing but a labyrinth of femininity. He remembered films from his childhood, and books from the time before the world had decided to pass Compulsory Slave Laws. Men were hard-pressed to find their mates back then. It seemed like childsplay now. For, every woman that Adrian laid eyes on was purchased, and mistreated by another man. The respectful friendships that he had grown to adore had been cast to the wayside. <br><br>Really, it seemed like God had answered their frustrations with a plethora of beautiful cherub-pasted baby-dolls in high birth percentage world-wide. It was a miracle. But, Adrian only witnessed horror where a good thing had been mishandled and reformed. No, he was not a godly man, and he wallowed in his loneliness from dawn till dusk, night after night. He recalled all of this in less than five minutes.<br><br>Now, a pride filled his chest as he turned the corner, and the Maya Bay Cafe came into view. It would all be over shortly, his personality would become tainted forever. But, his restlessness could slam shut now, at least, that was the theory.<br><br>He recognized Rayn from the description that he had received on the phone. Adrian removed his sunglasses as the distance between them closed. While still holding the shades in one hand, the two men welcomed the other with grasped palms over the table. They were standing, faced, shoulder's parallel, stuck in a tableau above the beauty that Rosalie could inspire but never define. Adrian's eyes darted toward the supple lift of her skin more than once before he sat down.<br><br>Scooting in, ordering a glass of wine from the slatternly waitress that he couldn't commit to memory, sliding his contemporary sunglasses into the second button of his vest; he managed to keep his eyes in the proper place only moments after Rosalie had hypnotized him. Aside from his formal introduction with Rayn, Adrian didn't talk about much. He had to clear his throat before he officially started to do business: "Well, I find myself in a bit of a crossroads these days." His English was intensely proper, and his accent was almost middle-eastern. It was in the flux of his voice, and the syntax of his personal timbre. "I'm not sure what to do with myself here. It's ironic, you see. I've been with a woman before, of course, but I've only recently put to mind the concept of purchasing one." Adrian didn't feel like explaining why. "Unfortunately, I may need you to guide me through the process Mr. Assad. I work with the legal side of this all day. But, I've never been there during a deal, like this. So, you've me at a disadvantage, indeed. Sir- I know you'll treat me fairly. I'm an accountant. And, I know what <em>every woman</em> costs." His clam may have overstepped reality. But, he did not plan on spending more than he would need to. His trust gauge had been turned off completely for this engagement.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 10:26:13</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lisina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu, Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina<br><br>After the massive breakfast Myshka made for us, I wasn't as famished as Kaelyn but from what I remember of her, she was quite the character. It was black or white and no shades of grey existed. I loved her as a friend though. <br><br><strong>"I'll have the tuna and salmon sushi. And the tekka maki for Myshka here."</strong><br><br>I spoke English and refused to even learn French. Most people were arogant and rude and the only reason I came to Monaco every year was because it was my official home and according to some rules you had to spend some time each year at your official address. Obviously this was all tax related. Something inside me crinched when Kaelyn spoke about Myshka as a cunt but I knew it was habit. <br><br><strong>"I got Myshka a couple months back. The reason is that she speaks my language. I don't want some French speaking mongrel that smells of garlic and cheese all day."</strong><br><br>I might have insulted Kaelyn with this but she knew me. My trademark were my tactless and blunt remarks. This was one of them. <br><br><strong>"I never said they should have equal rights Kae,"</strong> I began to explain as I took a drink from my glass. <br><strong>"Hell no that wouldn't be right. But the way some people keep their slaves is inhumane. I don't expect males to understand but you as a female.... If they get the chance we'll end up in the same position."</strong><br><br>I didn't really fear ending up like that since my own and my dad's bank account were more than sufficient to pay for my freedom and that of my children's children. Should I ever have those. Kaelyn though lived a very different life and her clothes were proof of that. She was up there and liked being there while me, I rather stay at the background. <br><br><strong>"Have you already decided where you want to look for your slave? I have found a very nice shop we can go to afterwards. They sell all kinds of accessories and jewelry for slaves. I think you'll love it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 00:26:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn translated Darya's order, scrunching up her nose when she placed the order for the cunt's food. She would never dream of feeding a slave in public, saving that for the slave feeding areas in both her brothel and penthouse. Then again, Darya was a bit soft-hearted, still young, and only on her first slave.<br><br>At Darya's comment about garlic smelling mongrels, Kaelyn laughed. "<strong>You wound me, dearest, truly.</strong>" She winked at their waiter and added to her order. "<strong>I'll have the Baozi and an Unagi Maki. That'll be all for now.</strong>"<br><br>Her water was cold and refreshing, a relief from the stifled air of the restaurant. "<strong>Is it really inhuman? I punish my slaves when they misbehave and the then learn not to. And should we treat those women who can't afford to pay their taxes so gently? They want freedom, they need to earn it.</strong>" She waved a hand as if to erase the words from the air. "<strong>Never mind about that, we'd be here all day, let us talk about our shopping.</strong>"<br><br>Their waiter came back at that moment, Kaelyn's cocktail balanced gently on a tray. She smiled at him when he put it on the table and then proceeded to ignore him as she turned back to her friend. "<strong>I'll certainly be in the need for some accessories, so we'll go to that shop. I was thinking of going to the Emperium. Monsieur Adam has quite the reputation for having high quality slaves available and I'm sure I'll find something to fit the needs of my brothel there.</strong>"<br><br>They chatted amiably as they waited for their food, discussing the kind of things that only women with money could enjoy. When the food arrived Kaelyn ignored the slave on the floor eating and made a note to mention it to Darya later on. Even if she wanted to be nice to her cunt, when out in public she would have to be a bit tougher so as not to seem weak to the world.<br><br>"<strong>I'm also thinking of purchasing a second slave, one for my personal use. The two I have at home are just domestic creatures, old slaves my grandfather gifted me with years ago.</strong>" She wiped the corner of her mouth to clear a drop of sauce and set her utensils down. "<strong>I enjoy the cunts we have at the brothel, but I'd really like to have my own at my beck and call at all hours. And, as my cousin has been so keen to remind me every time we talk, the brothel is for clients and not for our personal use. At least, not while on the clock.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn pointed at the slave by Darya's feet and raised an eyebrow in question. "<strong>What of your slave, what do you have it do?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 03:02:24</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> At Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu<br>&nbsp;<br>My face, it turned the bright red, every time Kaelyn called me a cunt. I knowed most slaves, their owners always called their slaves, the names like that, bitch and slut and cunt, or things even more terrible. But my Darya, she didn't usually call me, those names. Being called a cunt, the word still hurted me, very much.<br><br>I tryed not listening, too much, to Darya and Kaelyn speaking. I only listened for my name, if my Darya needed some thing. I stared at the floor, and stayed very quiet, I didn't say any thing. I noticed, that other people, they looked at me, very curious, kneeling on the floor. My pretty black see through dress, it atracted more atentions, for me, than if I was naked, instead. And those atentions, they maked me, even more nervous.<br><br>I watched, as the waiter, he bringed food, to Darya's table. They bringed me sushi too, like my Darya asked. But, they putted my food, in a plain metal dog food bowl. And, they didn't give me the chop sticks, or a fork. I waited, until Darya and Karlyn beginned their eating. And then, I picked up my sushi roll, with my fingers, and beginned for eating my meal, too. I wasn't hungry, at all, but I wanted making my Darya happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 03:38:51</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel Ambassador -&gt; BAF Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Whoever is here?<br><hr><br>His breakfast did not take all that long till he was once more on the move, heading out to go deal with the problem of finding his daughter. His first task was to go to the BAF for if she was enslaved, she would have a collar that they could track. And though there was going to be a bit of an issue with getting access to the location system, the proof that he was her father was going to go a long way. David had heard of people pretending to be the fathers of other slaves in order to free them or even to traffic them to other markets. However if they tested his DNA compared to the one that they had on file from her they would get a match. If they didn't then he could just go home and this would be something that he needn't deal with. All she would be is another girl with a sad story in the grand scheme of things.<br><br>He caught a cab and then arrived at the BAF office where he walked into the office and then told the receptionist his story hoping that they could give him some kind of information or some record of legal action that he could take to find and keep his daughter safe. They called up to their superior for a suggestion regarding his unique problem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 16:40:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the back of a crappy French car, driving somewhere.<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Natalya Kobevko<br><br>Right. So that didn't work. It did hurt though. Like hell. I wasn't sure if I had broken my jaw or anything but it sure felt like it. The other three were being processed as we spoke and whatever was going on. I wasn't part of it. Then she kicked me in the midriff. The black bitch. This was the world upside down. The black being the free and the British being the slaves. <br><br>The kick had taken my breath away and as I gasped for breath while spitting blood on the floor I knew things weren't going to be pretty. But she wouldn't kill me. Chocolate wouldn't kill me cause dead slaves are useless and she needed a place to dump my body. Once I would be found there would be an investigation and they would come to her and I very much doubt her activities in the north of Africa are legal. She wanted me to be here even less than I wanted to be here. Hah. You messed with the wrong girl niggah bitch.<br><br>I kept trashing as I was held and tied up again and carried back to the car, which was indeed French, and tied me up so I couldn't move. Then the doors shut and it was dark. Finally I was alone and I could rest. I couldn't sleep I knew that much but I closed my eyes anyway, occasionally spitting some more blood onto the floor of the van. It dawned on me that I was in serious problems. My free life was over, whatever would happen. Either I'd be enslaved or, if I couldn't be trained, killed. I wasn't sure if there was something like prison sentences but I guess, being a woman, prison was even worse. I had to make sure that whoever would get me, was a person who was good and at least half human. The drive was uncomfortable in the back of the car, strapped to the walls but at least I was quiet. For now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 22:24:19</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe, on the Monaco sea front. <br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad &amp; Adrian Dumont; various waiters, slaves and patrons.<br><hr><br>"Oh now I don't know about that pet, Although I think we might pick something up for a little bit of fun at the Emperium whilst we shop for Mr Dumont." He responded as Rosalie brushed the sweat from his brow. The heat in midday Monaco was becoming unbearable. "Sit." He said to Rosalie, watching her crouch back to her previous position. Rayn saw Adrian approaching from down the street and stood up as Adrian reached his table. He gave him a firm handshake, noting the pride and strength in his arm. He also noticed the way his eyes flicked over Rosalie, and couldn't help but smile. "This is my pet, Rosalie"<br><br>Returning to his seat he sat forwards, his elbows on the table, ordering another cool beer from the waitress as she came over. He had never got used to the French love of wine. He nodded interestedly as Adrian spoke. "Yes, yes; It's not uncommon for men of our age to have not yet taken the dive to purchase one." He smiled to him. "I'm sure like me you can remember times when we had to woo women, rather than purchase them. I think I envy and pity today's youth in equal measure." He laughed, musing for a moment on his past life. <br><br>"Well then, as an accountant there's no need for the lengthy explanation of the costs involved. This is how it works." Rayn spoke with his hands alot, moving them constantly to accent his point, leading with an assertive tone in his voice. "You give me a budget, including my fee's for what you hope to purchase. Along with this I will need a note of the features you find most important in your new slave." He clicked his fingers below the table, signing for Rosalie to pass him the tablet computer he kept in the satchel at the foot of the chair, ready to take notes. "In a few days you will be delivered a slave girl perfectly fitting to your requirements." He took another sip of his beer and lent forward. "My minimum budget is 15,000 Euro's, as for the maximum, the sky's the limit my friend. I take a 20% cut off the top of the final sales price, however, with the reductions I get as an inside trader you'll find it a negligible amount. No mess, no fuss, and soon you'll have exactly the girl you are looking for, my guarantee."<br><br>He spoke in a more hushed tone. "I cater for... All kinds Mr Dumont... Anything is possible to find in this city. I am very discrete in my service, so what is it that your heart desires? I can have contacts in both regular, and very specialist suppliers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 22:52:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe<br><strong>With:</strong> With her owner Rayn Assad and Adrian Dumont<br><br>Rosalie nodded, but did look hopeful. "Rosalie would do anything for daddy." she said, those lovely eyes looking at him adoringly. She did love their visits to the Emperium, often he would ask her her opinions as they looked at the bevy of women on display. He still had the final say, but she felt privileged that he would even let her voice her thoughts. "Yes daddy." she said, kneeling down as she had been before. She knew how to sit when a client came. She'd been shown how to sit in just such a way as to put herself on full display even while kneeling. First, she would simply only smile at an approaching client, and see what their personalities were like.<br><br>If they were more reserved, she would simply be calm, quiet, and keep her eyes lowered respectfully. However, if a client were more flirtatious and open, she would often smile and bat her eyes, finding means to flirt back subtly. The way Mr. Dumont looked upon her, his eyes barely hiding that he found her quite appealing, told her exactly what she needed to know. She smiled up at Mr. Dumont, her eyes warm and inviting, as if assuring him she was quite receptive to potential advances though she knew her daddy would not allow her to be touched by another man.<br><br>She giggled pleasantly, covering her mouth politely but just touching her finger tips to her lips as Rayn made a little joke. It looked as if she might blow a kiss to Mr. Dumont, however just as it appeared she might she lowered her hand to her lap and simply smiled sweetly up at both. She sat letting her hair flow over her tanned shoulders, but she'd brushed enough aside that her supple breasts could be seen clearly.&nbsp; She honestly couldn't deny that she liked to be used this way, flirting with men and women who could not have her. It drove her wild to feel so desired and to know that the only one who she would ever want and who would ever touch her was her beloved Rayn.<br><br>She listened quietly as the men discussed business, soon politely looking up. "Master, may I pour a drink for Master Dumont? His glass does not seem as full and Rosalie would be happy to fill it" she said, in an adoring but still respectful tone appropriate to the meeting. She walked on her knees, grateful that her daddy did not make her walk on her hands as well as she waited between the two for a decision. She gazed at Mr. Dumont out of the corner of her eye, seeing that he was having great difficulty avoiding staring at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 01:03:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> :Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; meeting Adrian<br><br>James stepped out of the hospital during his lunch break, intending to go to the Maya Bay Bar and Cafe to meet his friend, one Adrian Dumont. Along the way he could see the endless parade of women... most of them in an unclothed state which reminded him of the Compulsory Slave Laws that were passed around the world. He felt a bit uncomfortable learning about the fact that almost all women in the world, with the exception of those who were rich enough to be able to be schooled into Free schools were destined to be slaves. He wasn't a feminist, oh no... he admired the female form and while the sight of so many naked women passing by on the street with their owners was a sight for a hot blooded male like himself to be enjoyed, he also knew that some of the women that are slaves were mistreated by their owners. Which was why he felt uncomfortable seeing them on the street, not knowing which of the female slaves were happy and which ones were not.<br><br>The Maya Bar Cafe soon loomed into view as he stepped into it and then he looked around for a moment before smiling. He found Adrian speaking to a man with his slave and he was a bit confused what his friend was talking about. He soon approached and then said. "Hello there Adrian... you said yesterday to meet here in the Maya Bar for something that will change my life as I know it, if I didn't remember wrongly? What was it about?" <br><br>He then looked at the man, who seemed to be Middle-Eastern by birth as well as his slave who looked rather... stunning with her slightly tanned skin, slim figure and ample breasts. He then turned back to Adrian and said. "And I suppose this fine gentleman and stunning young lady are acquaintances of yours Adrian?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 01:33:10</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> driving from Nice BAF office, to her Mistresses' home<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br><br><br>I stood by the car and watched as they dragged her back to us. I was displeased by this, very displeased. If it would have been left up to me, I would have tied her back up, and thrown the bitch in the water to drown. No one would care. She was a woman, she was a slave, we could do with her as we wished. no one would ask questions, no one would care enough to ask questions, not about this stupid, red headed cunt. <br><br>I felt my jaw clench and I had to take a moment as the van rocked and they put her back in, strapping her down in the car. My Mistress didn't want to have wasted any time or money on this cunt, which was why she was still alive. I wondered if she knew that, if she knew that the better she behaved, the better she'd be treated, and the more money she'd be worth. Didn't she want to fetch a high price? She obviously did not do well in her classes. <br><br>I climbed in when my Mistress did and considered telling her that she should have just killed her, and saved herself the trouble. But it wasn't my place to tell her how her business should be run. I felt my hand lift up, as if to reach out to her, and put a hand on her own in some sort of comfort. She seemed to tired. But my hand did not stray and instead went to the steering wheel. "Yes Captain." I responded back, a small smile on my face. She'd called me Sweet. Not Sexy Bitch, not sex slut, fuck slut, cunt licker, or anything else. Just sweet. It was, endearing. I don't know why but it was soft moments like those, when she was too tired or worn out to realize it, that I treasured the most. I'm not sure why, a slaves life does not include compassion, that is not given to my social class, but for the small moments like those, I sometimes wish that wasn't the case. <br><br>The smile was still on my face as I began to hum softly, I tried to relax my mistress more and put her at ease in her sleep. The drive from Nice to Cap-d'ail is a short one, this late at night it would usually take me about 20-30 minutes to get us there. Which is nice, because I have had to drive the D2204 and the D2564 during the day and during the times of high traffic, and it is not something I much enjoy. Even more fortunate, there were little to no other female drivers on the road with their masters, which meant that I didn't have to deal with terrible drivers.<br><br><br>When I saw the turn off for our home I took it, taking care to slow down considerably, I didn't want to jostle my Mistress. She'd had enough to deal with for today, I didn't want to make her have to punish me when I can tell that she's already worn out and tired. I parked when I saw our home, and took a moment before I spoke gently to my Mistress. "Captain~" I whispered to her. "Captain we're home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 19:22:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lisina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu, Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina<br><br>I was arrogant and I knew I was but Kaelyn took being being arrogant to a whole new level. Not that I mind though, I think I liked it. I smiled at how she talked about her world and her ideas. <br><br><strong>"Myshka does the household and cooking normally. Sometimes when I'm in the mood or get some friends over she'll play the good little slave and we have our fun with her. Or me alone. She's got a very skilled tongue and her fingers are unmatched really."</strong><br><br>Kaelyn talked about two slaves for separate things. One for household and one as a fuck toy. It did make sense but having two slaves meant I had to have more room and change my whole life if I wanted to give them both the rights I was so fiercely fighting for. As I let the idea sink in a bit I took the book with the diamond and crystal jewelry, called Vajazzles. <br><br><strong>"Here. Check around for some idea's."</strong><br><br>The food came and I hesitated to to ask for another fork for Myshka. When we were at home she would sit at the table with me but I knew we had to adapt to being in public and hoping she would forgive me, I didn't ask for a fork. It was sushi anyway. <br><br>I knew the Emperium very well. Not that I ever bought something there but it was one of the most famous slave markets in the world and it suited Kaelyn so well to get one of her slaves there. Maybe I would take one home with me. Never say never. For now I was just focussing on my day out with Kae. Slaves, jewelry and probably clothes and other girly things to buy. What a pleasant day. <br><br><strong>"Hey Kae, maybe tonight we can have a little party at my boat? Bring your new slave? Would be a nice way to introduce her to slave life. Bring some friends if you want. That sounds good to you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 22:22:01</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café, In cab heading towards Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Rayn Assad<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn nodded absentmindedly as Darya explained her slave's duties. It was all pretty boring, for her, to have a slave that did some cleaning and occasionally pleased its mistress. But then again, Kaelyn was a woman with needs much more different than Darya's and with a view of the world that contrasted sharply with those of her friend.<br><br>When she'd finished eating she took the small catalogue book that Darya had given her and browsed through it. While she wouldn't use anything like that on her personal slaves, she knew that some of her clients would enjoy seeing the girls at the brothel a bit more…dressed up. Men did so love to see pretty little sluts wear pretty little things.<br><br>"<strong>I'll be sure to show this to my cousin, I'm sure he'll enjoy having some of the brothel cunts wear this.</strong>" She slid the catalogue into her purse and smiled at Darya. "<strong>Thank you, darling, I'll be sure to give it back to you.</strong>"<br><br>She'd just taken the final sip of her cocktail when Darya mentioned a party on her boat. "<strong>I love the idea. Did you have anyone else in mind to invite?</strong>"<br><br>Their waiter walked by at that moment and Kaelyn signaled to him, letting him know they needed their check. She would have to remember his name, Aurelien, and see about getting hold of him. Good looking young men like him were hard to come by and she was in dire need of a good fuck from a real cock. When he brought them their check, Kaelyn handed him her credit card. "<strong>Darya, my treat for you as a welcome back to the sun and warmth of this lovely city.</strong>"<br><br>Soon they had paid and gathered their things, heading back out into the gentle heat of the afternoon. Out of the corner of her eye Kaelyn spotted Rayn Assad, one of her favorite people to go to for slave training. She noticed he was busy and decided to call him later, possibly invite him to Darya's little get together.<br><br>For a moment Kaelyn thought about walking all the way to the <em>Emperium</em> but chose instead to have the cunt in charge of valet flag down a cab for them, not wanting to arrive too hot and sweaty. For a small second she regretted having sent James home, but as a sleek new model cab pulled up, she pushed the regret away. "<strong>Come, Darya, I'm getting rather anxious to buy a new slave or two. Choosing which one is always my favorite part, such beautiful things on display.</strong>"<br><br>She walked to the door on the other side and waited for the valet slave to get the door for her, smiling disinterestedly as the cunt bowed and thanked her for her patronage. Inside the cab was roomy, allowing enough room for Darya's slave to sit on the floor where it belonged. When Darya was getting in, Kaelyn made sure to mention it.<br><br>"<strong>Darling, I know you want to be kind to your slave, but do remember that it belongs on the floor and not on the seat with us. It'll be quite comfortable there.</strong>"<br><br>Once they were settled she gave the driver instructors and sighed, leaning back in satisfaction at finally being able to get underway. Hopefully the <em>Emperium</em> would have what she was looking for. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142249.msg6440821#msg6440821)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 01:26:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café, In cab heading towards Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu<br><br>I blushed, with embarasments, when Darya telled Kaelyn I pleased her, with my fingers, and tongue. I didn't like her, telling her friends she used me, for sex, very casual. I knowed, of course, slaves getted used, for sex, all the time! But my old mistress Ludmilla, she keeped me very sheltered, from such things. I still needed getting used to notions, that I was my Darya's cunt. Even though she usually was very good, to me.<br><br>I worried, a little, when Darya and Kaelyn talked about buying new slaves. I didn't care, if Kaelyn buyed slaves, though already I felt sorry, for them. I worried more, of my Darya, buying a new slave. Because my Darya, she was usually very kind, to me? She had the wicked sence of humour, too. And I wondered, some times, if I was the big joke, to her. And if she bringed me, to Monaco, so she could buy, my replacement.And sell me, to some monster, instead, for hurting me.&nbsp;<br><br>I stared at my empty food bowl, I wanted crying, for a moment. I didn't think, my Darya, she would be cruel, like that. But, since I was only a slave, I never could be knowing that, for sure.<br><br>I raised a eyebrow, with surprises, when Darya telled Kaelyn about her yacht party? Darya, she never telled me any thing, of her party. My heart beginned pounding, very hard, in my chest. I growed more nervous, that Darya had plans, for me, that may be weren't good.<br><br>When Darya and Kaelyn, they finnished eating, I walked with them out side, to the taxis. With Darya, pulling on my leash. After Darya getted into their taxi, I followed her, and almost sitted next, to my mistress.&nbsp;<br><br>But Kaelyn, she demanded, I sit on the taxi floor. Her words, they stinged me, a little. But I knew, I didn't want making any embarasments, for my Darya. So I nodded, and getted off the seat. I lowered my eyes, and kneeled, on the taxi floor, very meek, at Darya's pretty feet.<br><br>Cold air, from the air conditioning vents, in the cab, it blowed up my tiny sheer dress. I shivered, uncomfortable, a little. I didn't look up still, at my Darya, or Kaelyn. Darya, she telled me, that I had the horrible poker face, I never hides my emotions good. So, I stared, instead, at the tiny circle burns, on my wrist. My mistress Elena, who selled me to Darya, she used me, some times, as a ash tray. She putted out her cigarettes, on my arms, and bottom. And flicked ashes, in to my mouth, she always laughed, when she did that.<br><br>I &nbsp;listened more, to Darya and Kaelyn chatting. And I prayed, that the car ride, to <br>&nbsp;Emperium, it would be quick. If surprises there, they waited for me, I wanted knowing them, soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:19:35</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lisina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu, Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina<br><br>After Kaelyn had paid I downed what I had left of my drink and helped Myshka up. She was so pretty and her body had even the men with slaves turn their heads. It made me proud to own her. Before I could even let Kaelyn knew we could take my car, she had already found a cab. I guess it was a habit for her. Without complaining I got in and before I could say anything, Kaelyn had ordered Myshka on the floor. I gritted my teeth and pouted my lips as a sign to all who knew me that I didn't agree. For now I would let her. <br><br>While we drove to the Emperium I petted Myshka and curled her hair around my fingers and helped her out as we arrived there. The building looked impressive and I'm sure part of it was to impose fear on the newly brought in slaves. <br><br><strong>"Don't worry Myshka, you will stay with me, no matter what."</strong><br><br>I said it in Russian to Valentina, not wanting Kaelyn to understand it. I smiled at my friend and clipped the leash back on Valentina. When she was on her feet again I followed Kaelyn into the building, hoping that the people here would at least bother to speak English, something I was pretty sure they wouldn't. Savages. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:52:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving home, grabbing some sleep then heading out to try and sell V.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>I was ure I heard someone singing softly, but I was too tired to care. The next thing I knew, my slave was whispering in my ear that we were home. I managed to struggle awake and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. "Get the cargo. Use one of the cattle prods if you have to. Chain her to the garage wall for now. No food or water. Then get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead."<br><br>I headed inside, grabbed a glass of milk, drank it and crashed out. <br><br>It must have been nearly noon when I woke up again. Certainly it was late morning. I took my time to have a nice long shower with my slave, making sure she washed me properly - which of course involved her licking my cunt clean. While I was dressing in the clothes she'd laid out for me - cool slacks, a silk top, sandals and various jewellery and accessories - fuck-butt was washing herself and then moving to make my breakfast. I was not impossibly cruel like some, I gave her enough time to get clean and prepare my coffee and croissants.<br><br>And then we were heading into town. Not in the crappy little Kangoo, but in my Range Rover. It wasn't easy getting the red headed bitch into the cage in the back, but between sexybitch and myself, we managed. With a look that was as much of an apology as the pretty cunt-licker would ever get from me I held the tailgate open and indicated she should hop in the cargo area too. As sweet and as useful as she was, she was still a slave and we were heading out in daylight, into the snobbiest city in the world.<br><br>About ten minutes later I pulled up in the goods-inwards area at the back of the Emperium Salesrooms. Pulling the collar out of my pocket, I grinned at Fuck-Slut. "Right, now for the fun part... Here..." I pulled a taser from the glove box and handed the collar to my slave, then smiled at the redhead. "Listen slave. We can do this the easy way or the painful way. You can be boring and dull and let my slave put your collar on without a fight, or you can be nice and entertaining and let me zap you with this in whatever sensitive places I can get at, for the next half hour, while you try and stop sluttykins from putting your collar on."<br><br>I looked at her with interest. "I would prefer option two. fuckslut would obviously prefer option one, but as she is only a slave and has no choice in the matter, I guess it's down to whether you, as a fellow slave, feel sorry for her, or whether you would rather entertain me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 04:31:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn and Rosalie Assad &amp; James Sutherling<br><br><hr><br>Adrian had understood the simplicity of this transaction, and he wanted to get this over with as fast as Rayn did. Business could sometimes add fruit to life, but this was a strange business. There was a level of anxiety involved that was making Adrian uncomfortable. He tried to look patient as his mind fired up over and over again. the speed of his wine was irritating, the conversations around him were distracting, Mr. Assad held no interest to him. For, Adrian was very positive of why he had come to this diner.<br><br>Rayn's slave was clouding him. It almost felt like paranoia. He would have no trouble discussing this if it weren't for Rosalie. She made him nervous, and hesitant. <br><br>As for Mr. James Sutherling, Adrian had found his introduction to be a bit of bad timing. He had double scheduled himself that afternoon. Feeling rather annoyed by his own empty headed mistake, he took notice of his friend, and gestured for him to wait a moment. Not with-holding a slight sense of embarrassment, Adrian didn't speak to the doctor. The clumsy American had already made the situation more stressful than it was. He turned back toward Rayn with dew determination in his eyes.<br><br>"I'm not worried too much about money. I can probably spend up to 300,000 euro's if I need to." There was no dishonesty in this, Adrian was a thrifty man, and he didn't buy salt for his dinners. "I'm also not much concerned with the shape of the girl. There isn't a..." Adrian paused, as if he was searching for the words. "type of woman that I prefer. Although, I do prefer," his eyes darted over to Rosalie without control, "European types." He smiled, catching himself along with everyone else, swallowing the mouthful of humiliation with grace, turning back to Mr. Assad. "You know this. The type of woman with more words in her head than pictures. I'm not good with pictures. I speak well. I need a slave that can read. as far the physique:"<br><br>He paused enough to look back toward the door for his wine. It was still delayed enough to remain in hiding. "Fucking service." He was not irritated. It was as if he had read a human interest piece in the newspaper. "A woman. Not a twiddled up little nymph. I trust you know what I'm talking about. Classic beauty, something familiar." His accent was still tampered. He chose to talk in a very specific way. "And, uh, one with more of a chest than yours." His eyebrow twitched and he gestured toward Rosalie with his head. In the shadow of the next moment, he smiled out of the left corner of his lips. That was a sucker punch, and his shit-eating little smirk was only making it more blunt than his language had done.<br><br>His wine had still not yet arrived. he no longer seemed to care at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 14:51:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe, on the Monaco sea front.... Leaving towards the Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad &amp; Adrian Dumont; various waiters, slaves and patrons.<br><hr><br>Rayn couldn't help but notice the discomfort around Adrian's demeanour as he spoke, his eyes flicking around to the other tables while Rayn listened carefully. Rayn gently stroked Rosalie's hair as Adrian described the type of slave he required, whilst jotting down a few notes. He took particular notice of the sum of 300,000 Euro's. That would give him plenty of money to play with. From his requests Rayn only gained a more uneasy vibe from Adrian, as if perhaps it was not a slave he was looking for, but some kind of partner. Oh well, that was not something for Rayn to concern himself with. "An intellectual then... I shall see what I can do." He couldn't help but smile after his jab at Rosalie, although he knew that she would not be happy. Not because of the joke itself, but the irony of his attempt after Rayn had watched him stare at her for most of the meeting. "Well of course Mr Dumont. We all have our own view on beauty... I'm only here to capture you image." <br><br>He stood, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Rosalie's cheek, seeing one of Adrian's friends approaching. He left a card with his number and job title on the table for this newcomer to see, perhaps if he was as wealthy as Adrian he could gain another client. He shook hands with Adrian, and then with the new man who had approached. "Me and Adrian are business associates." Rayn smiled politely, motioning to his chair. "Rayn Assad...please, take my seat, I must be off... A hectic work schedule today." He nodded politely to the new man as they finished exchanging pleasantry's and then pulled Rosalie's leash. "Come now pet, walk." Leading her off to his car.<br><br>*moving to Emperium thread*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 21:16:22</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Linda Tuchamba's house<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Nataliya Kobevko<br><br>On the drive back I calmed down. The thought of my life being changed forever for the worst was slowly settling in and when we arrived at the house, the blonde slave had no problems chaining me to the garage wall. I was tame as a puppy. When the lights went out I raised my knees to my chest and tried to stay warm. The few rags I had on were not nearly enough to keep me warm but that wasn't my biggest concern. That horrific thought kept mauling through my mind until I fell asleep, tired of a very long day with very little sleep. In fact the last time I slept was in Africa, the night before I was caught. My body was sore and my mind exhausted. <br><br>The next day I woke up from the rattling of the garage door. Chocolate and snow white had arrived again. Not wanting to fight but seeing no other way to express my sheer panic and frustration I struggled anyway until they put me in the cage. At least this car was a lot more comfortable than the other one and the little slut had to get in the back as well. <br><br><strong>"Suits you well slut. You're not a penny better than I am." </strong><br><br>I wasn't sure if she spoke English but I didn't care. During the drive I tried to stay quiet but I couldn't help but rattle the cage a few times until we arrived. Chocolate spoke to me and I wanted to spit at her. When she opened the cage I did. I spat at her but I didn't fight the slave. Not because I felt sorry for her, but because I knew I wasn't going to win. <br><br><strong>"Put it on. I won't fight an unfair duel."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 21:39:29</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Cafe<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Adrian Dumont<br><br>The insult so poorly veiled in a polite way did sting a little. She was actually rather endowed for her size, toned and beautiful. Or so daddy said, and his was the only opinion that mattered. In another world, she happily would have punched the man, but she politely smiled and said nothing. Only Rayn would notice the subtle change in her demeanor, the slight bulge by her temple as her temper flared quietly. But she would not risk embarrassing Rayn again. She loved him too much, and she wanted to get away as quickly as possible from Mr. Dumont. She sat quietly, making no further offers to be pleasant, instead a perfectly quiet slave.<br><br>She felt elated but kept it under control when Rayn used the "busy" excuse to get them away from him. He obviously saw how the jab affected her, which was another reason she was so devoted. He took care of her where other masters might be horribly vicious. Still, Rosalie bowed as she was taught, still being respectful as she moved to stand, walking behind Rayn. She did feel her cheeks flush as another man complimented her before taking the seat that Rayn had just vacated. "Rosalie is grateful for your kind words sir." she again bowed, smiling pleased before obediently following her master.<br><br>She climbed into the car, and sat quietly for a moment. Then she turned her gaze to him. "Why did he say that daddy? I was behaving...just as you taught me." She looked down at her chest. "He didn't stop staring at me either....I....I don't understand him at all."<br><br>**Moved to Emperium Thread**<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 05:52:39</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> from her Mistresses' home into Monaco and towards the backdoor of the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br><br>I will admit, sometimes my Mistress catches me off guard, when she kissed me as soon as I woke her up, that was one of those times. I let out a muffled little squeal and giggled to her, returning the kiss for as long as she would allow it. When she pulled away I nodded to her. "Yes Captain." I smiled and waited for her to leave the van before grabbing the cattle prod. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal of the van, waiting for the sign that it was on. <br><br>The cattle prod (http://demo.physics.uiuc.edu/lectdemo/descript/251/PIC00026b.jpg) was my favorite toy that my Mistress allowed me to use on some of our stupid sluts. This girl was definitely one of them. I stayed on the ground and stared at the bitch that had spat at my Mistress, and attempted to hurt my Mistress. I gave her a deep dark look, one that showed how unconcerned I was with her well fare, I reached the prod in and zapped her, sticking it against her skin for a good 10 seconds. I'd made sure it was on its lowest setting, so as not to cause any unseemly burns where the metal of the chains touched her body. The cunt was shocked to be sure, and outraged looking, but she would be over the pain in a moment, I knew from experience. I climbed in and held out the prod, letting her know that if she tried anything, she would get shocked again. I undid her bindings and grabbed a hold of her hair, tugging harshly, attempting to drag her forcefully out of the kangoo. She followed willingly. A shame considering I wanted a reason to throw her against the concrete wall. <br><br>I sneered at her and spat at her face before I walked out of the garage and into the house, joining my Mistress happily. I snuggled against her and slept until my body woke me up, which seemed to be a few hours before my Mistress wanted to wake up. I laid there in the bed next to her. Waiting for the signal that it was time for me to start our day.&nbsp; I picked out her clothes for the day, and then we showered, washing all of last nights escapades off of our bodies. <br><br>I didn't take any time to worry about clothing myself. I was a slave, what good are clothes when your owner has bought you specifically to enjoy your nakedness? Once breakfast had been finished we got the red headed cunt and threw her into the cage. She was much less compliant this time and I took more than a small amount of joy in roughing her up. <br><br>When my Mistress gave me that look I knew what it meant. I hoisted myself up and into the back and took on the perfect posture that would be expected of a Slave of my quality. Even as the car began to move I somehow managed to seem as if I was not affected by the bumps in the road. And even when the wind whipped at my hair, I made myself look as if I was just caught in a breeze. <br><br>I looked over at the slut when she made a comment about me not being worth more then she was. "Нет. You are wrong." I told her, my accent thick. "You, are one in cage. I, am not. I am worth much more then you will ever be. Slut." I spat the last word at her, my face changing into a stern look. One that my teachers would often wear when dealing with my class. <br><br>We sped on and finally stopped. My Mistress came to let me down and I smiled, sliding out easily. My Mistress gave her the options, truth be told I'd hoped that she would pick the second option as well, and as far as I was concerned, when she had the nerve to spit at MY Mistress yet again, she'd picked option number two. I reached in and grabbed her by her thick red hair, pulling her out forcefully and making sure that she was below me. She didn't struggle, which was probably a good thing. I held out the collar and made her look at it before snapping it onto her neck. <br><br>Her fate was sealed. She was one of us now. A fuck toy to be dealt with as someone else saw fit. I should have felt sorry for her. Too bad I really thought that she deserved much worse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 13:58:15</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving home, grabbing some sleep then heading out to try and sell V.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>I trusted the woman who used to be called Nataliya with my life. She was a wonderful slave, a great fuck and the best crew member I'd ever had. And she enjoyed her life. I'd bought her from this very place a few years ago, and quite frankly I'd fallen in love with her over that time. And so, when we were alone, I treated her more like an employee or a lover. I liked to think that, should I ever choose to free her, she would choose to remain with me. Of course, for a woman to free her slave is such a damn complex process that it was unlikely to happen. There but for the Will of Allah, as the saying goes.<br><br>But in public, I had a status to maintain. While I wasn't on the same class as some of my clients, I had a couple of hundred grand in the bank, and that entitled me to move with the merchant class here in Monte Carlo. I had contacts with the social elite, of course, because they occasionally required my special services. And in turn, I was owed a few favours.<br><br>I watched with interest as cum-tongue pulled the redhead from the cage by her hair. Slaves rarely had any sympathy for each other, I'd noticed. I held the taser ready, just in case. I would have loved to hand it to fuck-slut and put the collar on red myself, but this was a public place. Handing a weapon to a slave in a public place could get you in trouble. But Red didn't fight it and Slut put the collar on her. I grinned. "Now, ginger-slut, I want you to kneel down and apologise to my pretty cunt here by licking her out".<br><br>Slave on slave action was always good for a laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 00:57:49</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> James Sutherling<br><br><hr><br>Adrian watched Rosalie's form shake away into nothingness for as long as he could. For, he had seen perfection line up around the block in every direction for years, and years. But 'some pieces of art exist only to torture the soul that cannot feast his eyes upon it.' Adrian's thoughts turned to poem as Rosalie dissappeared forever. "That's the last moment I'll ever be happy." Adrian overly-dramatized himself in order to cause Mr. sutherling to chuckle. "You saw that cunt, did you not?" His language, and his demeanor had fouled up immediately, as soon as he was left alone with the doctor. "It's moments like these that i treasure immediately prior to nightmares that creep in just before sleep. Would it have been poor manners to say what i was really thinking:" Adrian put on a slightly different voice, lower and much more articulate in order to supply sarcasm to the sentence structure, his eyes drifted off toward the city, where they stayed for a long while. "Well, Mr. Assad, I want your slave, that one right there."<br><br>His voice returned to normal. "It's an odd thing, James. All this control... Woman on leashes, and collars, no limits to speak of. The man with the money gets everything that he wants. that is until he looks into the eyes of the perfect woman, poisoned by the syringe of another man. It reminds him that he is still human. It's ironic, yes? that the day i finally come to buy a slave for selfish, hedonistic reasons, as if I'm the man that finally decided to jump from the cliff. On this day, this is the moment i meet the woman of my dreams."<br><br>Now, Adrian's wine had shown up, and he didn't have the attention to realize it. snapping out of his own dramatic misery, Adrian turned his eyes to James' and shook himself free of Rosalie's curse, at least for the time being. Picking up his wine, he took a drink and then apologized for himself, "my sincerest Mr. Sutherling. But I needed that off of my chest. I didn't mean to put you on hold today. But Mr. Assad was busy and I couldn't reschedule. I guess I was conflicted enough to forget about you completely."<br><br>He smiled, an honest one, he seemed to have returned to his normal self. "How's business?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 10:30:35</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Linda Tuchamba's car and the backdoor of the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Natalya Kobevko<br><br>Best play along for now. My chance would come. Soon. And if I didn't I could always kill myself. Somehow. The Slavic slave slut showed me the collar and had Chocolate not been around with the taser, I'd have snapped her neck with my bare hands. She put the collar on me and despite rage running through my body I managed to control myself. Then Chocolate told me to lick her slave out. Fair enough. If that was what my 'mistress' wanted. <br><br>My eyes spat fire at the blonde girl as I pushed her on her back and crawled over her. <br><strong>"Who's worth more now? You're not even allowed to please a slave."</strong><br><br>None of the two women would probably understand my thick Northern accent and smiling I moved down to Natalya's sex. Spreading it with my fingers I plunged my tongue in and gave it a few deep licks. Admittedly, she did taste pretty good. Now I wasn't an expert in female on female action but I knew what I liked and did the same to her. If I was going to be sold, better show Chocolate my qualities so I would get a good owner. One that was worthy of having me. Not these two. <br><br>I licked deeper and deeper and then when she was good and wet, stuck a finger inside to replace my tongue and began working her clit. My finger was joined by another one and another one and soon I was finger fucking her with three of my long, thin fingers while my tongue was pleasing her clit. Suckling, licking and blowing air over it. <br><br>Occasionally I shook some of my hair to one side to give Chocolate a good view on what I was doing. I never had a black woman and I think that in the act of pleasing the Slavic slut, I sort of got aroused as well and longed for some black pussy. Or at least some pleasure myself. Fuck that I was a slave now. I had my needs. There had to be some sort of law where it says that masters have to treat their slaves well. My hazy mind thought so at least. Of course I knew there wasn't any such law. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 23:53:53</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind the emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing, three NPC women captives<br><br>I looked to my Mistress with excited eyes when she told the red headed cunt to eat me out. I didn't much want her to be the one eating me out, she was a bit too full of herself for my tastes, but if my Captain told a bitch to eat me out, I was going to let it happen. I was about to comment back to her, but I was suddenly on my back and there was a pain shooting up through my elbow at the way I'd landed. I felt the bitch as she moved in to start on me, but before she could get a good solid lick, my Mistress yanked her up and away from me. <br><br>I must have hit my head becuase I wasn't able to get up fast enough to help her punish the bitch. I cradled my head as I listened to my Mistress yell at the bitch. "You stupid fucking cunt, I told you to KNEEL!" She yelled at her. And I heard the tell tale sound of a bitch getting what she deserves, I looked up and saw the cunt looking down ad my Mistresses hand was lifted up, only a slap? I watched her pull her head back by her hair and make the cunt look her in her the eyes. "Now do it right." She told her, putting her head into place and holding here there. <br><br>"Up fuck slut." I knew what she was talking to me, I stood slowly and then moved in front of the red headed cunt. My legs spread as i lifted one of them up ad over her shoulder, pulling her in against my own cunt. I was surprised at how energetic she seemed to be as she vigorously ate me out. If I didn't have the mistress that I did, I would have been quiet, and made her work her tongue off to get a little bit of noise from me. But as it were, my owner liked me loud. So loud I was. <br><br>I dropped my head back and moaned, it wasn't hard to get aroused, especially not with how well she seemed to be working my body. I wondered if this was the first time this fuck slut had done something like this. The finger up my horny little slit made me cry out and reach down to press her face harsh against my body. "Aaah! AH! Mis-MISTRESS!" I whimpered to her, my fingers pressing harsh against the red heads scalp, pulling as tight as I possibly could. I was easy to cum when I didn't much care about the person getting me off. And soon I was thrusting my hips into her face. "Captain! Captai- AAAH~" I cried a smile on my face. "May I? May I cu-cu-cum?" I managed to get out, though I didn't stop pulling o her hair. <br><br>Mistress slapped at my chest harshly, then, my beautiful lover told me that yes I may cum. And I did, loudly. "AH! AH! AH! OOOOH GOOOD! YESSSS!" I hissed out as I felt my inner muscles go crazy, and a rush of slickness washed over my thighs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 00:49:40</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Dumont<br><br>James let out a soft chuckle as he saw his friend gaze at the female figure that left with a longing he had never seen before. It was slightly amusing to see his friend behave in such a manner, when he was usually cool and unflappable in every and any situation he finds himself. He then nodded to friend's words and said gently. "I suppose I do not have anything bad to say about that, Adrian... she is indeed an attractive woman and there is nothing wrong for desiring her, I suppose."<br><br>He then heard his friend pour out his views of the world around him, which is a bit ironic since he is a government official, albeit a minor one that is supposed to love the new laws... but here he is, telling him that he himself also feels that he is soon going to be a slave owner himself for personal reasons. After he heard his friend apologize, James just shook his head and said.<br><br>"Not at all, Adrian... I'm no shrink but it is better to get things off your chest before it becomes a problem in the long run, you know what I am saying? And as for forgetting about me... it's no big deal. I can see you had a lot of things on your mind just now, and I too wish to apologize for being rather rude in interrupting your meeting with Mr. Assad."<br><br>He paused for a moment and then grinned. "As for me, well... the usual Adrian... things in the hospital is pretty good right now... though we do get the occasional slave coming in to be treated for abuse from their owners... things like this sometimes makes you think about what the world is getting to by passing this law... but the good thing is that the medical field here in Monaco isn't too affected, which I am thankful for. There are many great nurses and doctors in the hospital that are girls... something that would not be seen in other countries."<br><br>He then looked at his friend. "What about you, Adrian... things in the government running smoothly on your end?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 14:05:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Emperium's back door<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>It always annoys me a little when a slave doesn't do exactly as it's told. Of course, I don't actually mind, because then I get to punish the slave in question. So dragging the red-head off my pretty slut by the hair was actually not a chore. I hissed in the merchandise's ear, "You are not worth jack shit to me, cunt. You're actually a drain on my resources because if I want to get anything for you, I have to keep you alive and that means food and water, which <em>I</em> have to pay for. <em>You</em> are barely fit to pleasure another slave. My fuckslut is worth her weight in gold and she gets to pleasure me!"<br><br>I stood back a little, then, and watched. This was definitely turning me on and as soon as I'd offloaded the redhead, I would have my slut eat me out. Sluttykins was gasping and asking permission to cum, and I thought about refusing. But she had earned the right, plus this redhead needed to be put in her place. As my slave was climaxing I wandered back to the car and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a ring gag. Slut was done and had staggered back against the wall, and I grabbed red by the hair, forced her head back, and jammed the gag into her mouth. As soon as it was fastened I snapped one of the cuffs onto her left wrist, twisted her arm behind her back and grabbed for the right wrist.<br><br>"Putain Anglais!" I hissed at her in French as she struggled, then in English, "It will be easier for you if you behave". Saying that, I slammed her face down onto the concrete, managed to get the cuffs fastened behind her back, and then attached a length of chain from the cuffs to the back of her collar, forcing her to bend her elbows up. Sometimes I wish I had some of the gear that other slave vendors used on their wares, to help display mine, but this would have to do.<br><br>While I had her on the floor, though, I spread her legs and jabbed the taser into her cunt, pressing the trigger. The thing was on it's lowest setting, and wouldn't do permanent damage, but would demonstrate the sort of pain she could expect from now on.<br><br>That done I grinned at Slut-features. "Pick it up, dribble-cunt, and let's get it sold.<br><br>I pushed the bell on the back door of the Emperium (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142249.msg6489925#msg6489925) and waited for someone to answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 08:47:02</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> James Sutherling<br><br><hr><br>"The things in the government are above my end, James." Adrian picked up his wine and sipped at it, staring at Mr. Sutherling throught he stone-cut corner of his left eye. The glass tilted up two or three times before it found itself back on the table. Adrian's hand moved quickly, as if he were urgently performing sign language, straight faced, sober, and calming. He took his sunglasses from his vest, and slid them on over his eyes. He wished to look westward, it was late enough in the afternoon to make that a difficult form of leisure. Even behind those lenses, he squinted a bit, watching folk as the walked by, and drove away.<br><br>"You've known me long enough, now, haven't you? To ask me about my work?" He smiled. With expressed resolve, Adrian lifted his napkin, and spent some time pushing it back and forth around the salt shaker, and the dispenser. His mind seemed to be on other places as he spoke. "Before I came out to lunch, today, I was at my desk for five hours, it's all paper work, my friend. I plug numbers and letters into programs on computers. I see maybe ten other people a day, and they're all about to tell me the same story that I'm about to tell them, because we both got the same e-mail on the computer fifteen minutes before from the funny guy in the office. The only difference really being that I would be telling the story with disdain and melancholia. Where as, everyone else would be too busy laughing to do so properly." he took a moment to breathe deeply, though it wasn't very long. "Speaking of woman in the office, there are a couple of slippery little pieces walking around on the floor above man. I suppose an official up top likes to bring his girls to work with him. It's the only explanation, but I see them doing the most menial tasks, truly odd behavior, James." Still sipping at his wine with every few distant sentences, Adrian decided to end his tale with some relevancy. "I was going upstairs to deliver my report to Grady last wekk. He's my direct boss, and he's up on that level. As I'm waiting for the elevator, one of these girls, there must be three or four of them, all dressed in pink night gowns, the kind that cover from here to nothing down here." His hand was pressed against the middle of his chest. "It is Opaque in the light. None of them are dressed underneath. Now, one of them, a pretty little blonde thing is on her knees cleaning the elevator frame as I'm waiting, and she looks up at me... It took a lot of will-power not to do something, because, she wanted me to take her. Mostly men in the desks though, James, to be honest, only those cunts, and other cunts like them in my office." Adrian was proud of himself, for taking such a serious issue and boiling it down to such a short point, there at the end. His cocky brow flicked up as he tried to keep Mr. Sutherling honest.<br><br>The two of them, James and Adrian were two different kinds of the same beast. they were members and product of the sub-culture, fanatics, and sycophants. Adrian just seemed to be the graveyard type, the poet with a skull in his hand; he could call on fire and sulfur, lurch for passion, and moments of bliss. Adrian lived for no one but himself. But, he knew that the world was cursed, now. The same way that Mr. Sutherling knew it. He knew that the men in charge were sick in the head.<br><br>His eyes glazed over, now, and his voice went still. It looked like he had suddenly become nauseous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 02:55:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In his car<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo drove from the Emperium (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142249.msg6445578#msg6445578) without a destination in mind, which was nothing unusual for him.&nbsp; Sometimes he just liked the feeling of the car under him as it flowed through traffic like water.&nbsp; The car seemed to drive itself sometimes, too, allowing him to clear his head and just think.&nbsp; The last time it happened, he was mulling over some poker hands he played.&nbsp; This time, he was thinking about what just happened outside the Emperium.<br><br>Chatting with Kaelyn left him with such a high.&nbsp; She was simply a fascinating woman and he was exhilirated after their flirtatious conversation.&nbsp; <br><br>At the same time, he was somewhat angered by the talk he had with Darya and her possible signs of rudeness toward of him.&nbsp; <br><br>He thought about rolling around a big bed with Kaelyn while they took turns abusing their slaves, including his slave, the cunt sitting next to him soaking the towel.&nbsp; <br><br>He also thought about tying up Darya and beating some respect into her.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo took a deep breath, feeling the air, including the scent of his slave, rush in through his nose and fill his lungs.&nbsp; His heart rate was elevating and blood pressure was increasing.&nbsp; He was getting aroused, and he wanted release.<br><br>As he weaved in and out between other cars on the road, he reached over and placed his hand on the cunt's knee closest to him.&nbsp; She was leaning away, and the motion opened her legs to reveal the bald mound and swollen, glistening lips.&nbsp; He ran his hand up her inner thigh and along the groove between her outer lips and her leg, then slid his fingers up and down her slit.<br><br>He had an idea.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo pulled into a park area.&nbsp; It was a bit elevated, provided a nice view of the sea, and led up to trails cutting through a forest.&nbsp; He had seen owners take slaves there, sometimes just to have them walk around and enjoy the scenery, sometimes to go to one of the slave parks where slaves could roam free within bordered areas and interact with each other (not unlike dogs at a dog park), and some just took them there for some outside fucking.&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Okanjo had the last option in mind.<br><br>His car door opened along with the trunk.&nbsp; The driver side door lowered down, trapping his slave inside.&nbsp; He looked through the contents of his trunk, setting aside the portfolio containing her information (which he still hadn't read) and pulling out a couple of items.&nbsp; He placed them in his pockets, then let the trunk close and the passenger door open.<br><br>He stood by the gullwing door, waiting for it to lift fully, then reached inside and grabbed the leash.&nbsp; His pants were already tenting as his hand slid up the leash to grip it right by her collar.&nbsp; He pulled her out forcefully but carefully, making sure she didn't bang her head as he made her stand before him.<br><br>He pulled her close and upward, making her stand on the tips of her toes as he looked closely at her.&nbsp; His other hand squeezed her face on her cheeks, then gave each side a trio of light smacks.&nbsp; The slapping hand then grabbed a fistful of her hair and he bent her over the hood of his car, pressing his hips against her ass, which pushed her hips into the side of the Mercedes.&nbsp; <br><br>The door was closing as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them in the small of her back.&nbsp; Handcuffs restrained her hands together behind her body.&nbsp; Using the grip on her hair, he straightened her up.&nbsp; A pair of high heel shoes were on the ground which he pointed to, indicating that she was to step into them.&nbsp; She wouldn't be crawling right now.&nbsp; He grabbed the end of the leash and started walking deeper into the park with her in tow.<br><br>Bystanders could not help by notice the beautiful slave following him.&nbsp; They stopped, stared, made comments, and even took out their camera phones to take pictures of her.&nbsp; Some were bashful about taking her photo, but he said with a smile, <strong>"Go ahead, take pictures of my cunt here."</strong>&nbsp; He even stopped, giving them a chance to focus and zoom for the best image, and turned her, allowing them to get shots from different angles.&nbsp; Some of the onlookers seemed to think she was familiar, but could not place her.<br><br>He walked some more, deeper into the park, until they got to an underpass with a walkway above it.&nbsp; The inside of the tunnel had handholds for rockclimbers to practice on.&nbsp; Some rockclimbers were there, wearing harnesses attached to rope connected to hooks in the ceiling of the tunnel.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo greeted the men in French as they admired his slave.&nbsp; Other than the trio of rockclimbers, there was no one else to witness or interrupt Dr. Okanjo and his slave.&nbsp; <br><br>He opened up the zipper of his trousers and pulled his cock out, already hard, thick, long, and ready to be inserted into an orifice.<br><br>(Edit: Added link from previous post in a different thread.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 11:04:24</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In Doctor Okanjo's Car and the Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Her new master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>Paulette tried to let the dull hum of the engine and wheels numb her mind even as her thoughts coursed through her mind in a wicked turmoil.&nbsp; The smell and feel of the car brought her back to those times with Alain.&nbsp; Then her body was groaning with unwanted, forced desire; the desire that was soaking the towel under her ass.&nbsp; Looking out the window she watched normal people walking by and tried to ignore her situation, her arousal and the large presence of the man next to her.&nbsp; Now that they were alone in the closed space of the car his masculine scent filled her nostrils.&nbsp; The combination of his scent and the memories of brought on by the car prevented her from relaxing enough to control her body.<br><br>She started at the touch of Doctor Okanjo's hand on her knee.&nbsp; Her fists clenched and she looked away even more pointedly as the hand traveled up the silky smooth perfection of her inner thigh.&nbsp; Yet she was helplessly exposed to him.&nbsp; Paulette trembled a bit as his hand found that little patch of skin between her plump, swollen lips and her thigh.&nbsp; Biting her lip she stifled a moan as his fingers slipped into her wet slit.&nbsp; Despite their engorgement, her sex had flowered open in blatant invitation and his fingers moved easily to her womanly core.&nbsp; Paulette's body stiffened in an attempt to not respond, to not rock her pelvis shamelessly against his invading fingers in a quest for pleasure.<br><br>Her descent into hell had begun.<br><br>As the car pulled into the parking lot of the beautiful park and stopped Paulette sighed with relief as her Master removed his hand to open the door.&nbsp; The view was stunning and the grounds well kept and the fearful yet aroused girl tried to focus on the park rather than her predicament and the burning heat in her loins.&nbsp; As Doctor Okanjo climbed out of the car and closed the door with a solid thud she attempted for a moment to open her own door and perhaps... escape?&nbsp; But the door was locked from the outside with the key and she was trapped.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he rummaged through the trunk she pictured the contents of those bags of items he had bought back at the Emperium and shuddered at her fate.&nbsp; In her heart of hearts Paulette knew that her first coupling with this dominant man was going to be a humiliating bought in public as she was used like a barn animal.<br><br>Paulette looked up at Doctor Okanjo as he opened her door but then looked down and away as he seized her collar and dragged her out of the car.&nbsp; She did not resist as he pulled her upward.&nbsp; The strength in his arms and shoulders as he pulled her up onto her toes made her cringe as again she was reminded of her status as the weaker sex.&nbsp; She could not help but notice the erection bulging in his pants and despite her fear wondered to herself just how large was his manhood.<br><br>Her eyes met his, blue to green as he studied her.&nbsp; So close had he pulled her that her erect nipples brushed against the fabric if her shirt.&nbsp; As he bored into her, Paulette in return sought some understanding or compassion in his eyes as she gazed with eyes wide with fear and desire.&nbsp; If only she could understand him and he her then all would be safe.&nbsp; She would take her month or so of light bondage as punishment and then go.<br><br>Paulette's look changed to one of pleading as he gripped her face and lightly slapped her cheeks.&nbsp; Again it was the casual way in which he used her, the lack of words or acknowledgement of her humanity that truly frightened.&nbsp; And yet... this was the strong master that she had yearned for and her body responded with continued arousal.&nbsp; She let out a whimper as his hand took her by the hair and bent her over the car.&nbsp; The hot sun had heated the shiny gold metal of the car to an almost uncomfortable temperature and she wriggled and bucked in protest over the burning sensation on her sensitive skin.&nbsp; All that she managed to do was rub the firm pillows of her ass cheeks against her master's hardening cock.<br><br>She sobbed a bit as he locked her hands behind her back with the cuffs.&nbsp; She straightened up obediently for now with her hands cuffed and his hold on her leash she could no longer escape if she so desired.&nbsp; At his gesture she stepped into the black 3" high heels and stood waiting.&nbsp; As he tugged on the leash she followed, her ass swaying gracefully as it was apparent that she was well versed in walking in heels.&nbsp; As they walked through the park and a small string of passersby remarked on her and took her picture she began to blush more and more deeply yet her arousal continued to glisten in damp snail tracks down her thighs.&nbsp; She was used to pictures and fawning attention but not this... She was not a piece of meat to be posed and photographed for the pleasure of a man.&nbsp; But how was this different than posing for an interview of a modeling shot?&nbsp; She was just as much a piece of meat to her agent and the sponsors.&nbsp; Thank the gods that no one had recognized her as she kept her face and eyes down to avoid being spotted.<br><br>As they reached the shelter of the underpass and stopped she cringed and then sobbed at the sound of the zipper.&nbsp; Paulette tried to look away but she found her eyes were drawn like moths to the flame to look down at his long, hard cock.&nbsp; Her mouth started to water profusely at the sight of his manhood in another of the cruel yet effective reflexes from the Center.&nbsp; Just like dogs could be trained to salivate on command with food so Paulette had been trained to salivate on the sight of a male organ.&nbsp; Her heart started racing and she licked her lips leaving them wet and glistening just like those of her sex.<br><br>Here was the real deal.&nbsp; Here was what set men apart from women. Here was Doctor Okanjo's instrument of domination and pleasure.&nbsp; Her sole purpose in life now was to accept and engulf that hard rod into her soft body and bring him to pleasure.&nbsp; Staring hungrily and yet with fear at his cock Paulette stood silent as she awaited his pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 19:14:22</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In his the park<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo remembered why he picked this cunt, and why he paid top dollar for her.&nbsp; She reacted beautifully to what he did to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The pleading look on her face when he slapped her.<br><br>The whimper that came out of her mouth when he grabbed her by those cornsilk locks on the back of her head and pressed her tits against the metal hood of his car heated by the sun above and engine underneath.&nbsp; <br><br>The writhing and squirming of her body as she tried to escape from the being trapped between his vehicle and himself.<br><br>The sad look in her eyes and the downward curve of her mouth and the posture of defeat as he put her in handcuffs.<br><br>The changing in color of her skin from pale to pink to red as she was walked in front of bystanders taking pictures of her.<br><br>And yet, she walked tall and proudly, her hips moving almost like a model strolling down a runway.<br><br>But it wasn't enough.&nbsp; He wanted more.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted tears and drool to go along with the juices dripping down her inner thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to make her scream.<br><br>He wanted to make her cry.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to punish her, and he imagined that Kaelyn was watching, lying back in a heap of pillows on a big comfy bed, her legs spread and her hands touching herself, giving herself more pleasure as Dr. Okanjo inflicted more pain.<br><br>It was easy for the slave to follow him when he was walking in a straight line.&nbsp; But now he found a spot in that tunnel to linger in.&nbsp; He stopped suddenly, switched directions, moved abruptly, and dragged her with him.&nbsp; <br><br>Again he stopped, against he turned, again he darted, forcing her to stumble along behind him.<br><br>He turned to face her, and held the leash near the attachment point of her collar.&nbsp; He spun in place slowly, dragging her around him, making her sidestep in a circle with him at its center just to keep standing.<br><br>Before she got too dizzy, he switched directions.&nbsp; He watched her tits bounce with each step, and eyed the way her legs opened and closed as she walked around him, hiding and revealing her sex. <br><br>He spun her once more, then pushed her head down, making her bend at the waist, grabbing her wrists and pulling them upward until she got down on her knees.&nbsp; Her ass was exposed, and he gave one cheek a hard smack that echoed throughout the tunnel.<br><br>He let her feel it for a moment, let her wonder when the next one would land, and gave the other cheek an equally hard spank.<br><br>One more on each side, harder than the initial ones.<br><br>Another on each side, just as hard.<br><br>He held her there, keeping her in that kneeling strappado position, then let go of her arms, letting her sit her rosy rear cheeks on her heeled feet.&nbsp; He touched her chin to look a him as he walked around behind her, like a shark stalking its prey.<br><br>His cock was still out as he circled around her.&nbsp; He was stroking it, making it even stiffer and bigger, until he was standing right in front of her, his manhood inches from her mouth.<br><br>He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back.&nbsp; He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and repeated the one sound he ever uttered to her, the one before he purchased her.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahhh."</strong>&nbsp; Only, there was no flashlight pointed at the back of her throat.&nbsp; Just cock.<br><br>He was going to stick it in, but he turned her face a little bit, smacking it with his erection, his pre-cum flying off his cockhead and landing on her skin.&nbsp; Each cheek, her forehead, her chin... no part of her pretty face was safe from getting beaten by the hot meat of his dick.&nbsp; He even slapped her tongue a couple of times before finally sticking his cockhead into her mouth.<br><br>He grabbed her hair and looked to the side.&nbsp; A fantasized image of Kaelyn was there, eyes half-open with lust, fingers dancing on her clit, mouth whispering to him to do it, fuck her, fuck her mouth.<br><br>He looked down at the cunt, then thrust forward, sliding his cockhead along her tongue to the back of her throat, making her take as much as she could.&nbsp; He felt and heard the wet click of his glans stabbing past her tonsils, then pulled back, his cock already covered in saliva and throat slime.&nbsp; <br><br>He dick-slapped her face some more, adding her spit to his pre-cum and her tears on her face, then plunged back in, deeper, until his balls were against her chin.&nbsp; He held it there, then released her head, keeping his hands behind her head, letting her ease his cock out of her throat, but not letting the cockhead escape her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>When he felt her lips just under his cockhead, he grabbed her hair and plunged his cock in her mouth hard, twice in a row instead of just once this time.&nbsp; He let go of her head, letting her catch her breath around his cock, but if she let it out just a bit too far, he'd fuck her face again, adding third thrust, repeating the lesson, until she kept half his cock in her mouth on her own.<br><br>He wondered how long it would take to figure out what he wanted her to do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 08:03:07</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>Pride was all that Paulette had left.&nbsp; She was well used to walking in high heels and her only defense against the search glances and flashing camera phones was to hold her head high and stride with confidence.&nbsp; That much he could not take away from him.&nbsp; As she followed him into the tunnel the sudden cool caused her skin to prickle and goosebumps to form.&nbsp; The transition from light to dark was foreboding and she shivered slightly.&nbsp; She could see his muscles tense and some intuition told her that he had something humiliating planned for her.<br><br>The sudden jerking motion at her neck as he changed directions on her was totally unexpected.&nbsp; Paulette let out a cry and stumbled.&nbsp; She would have fallen to her knees had Doctor Okanjo's grip been so tight on her neck.&nbsp; She gurgled and choked as the weight of her body strangled her with the collar.&nbsp; Her face turned red as she gasped and continued to stumble.&nbsp; She bumped up against him as he came to a sudden halt.&nbsp; Her feet were twisted in the high heels and she whimpered as her ankles were twisted and the shoes turned under her.&nbsp; <br><br>Paulette had not recovered when he jerked her off in another direction.&nbsp; She was led like some kind of dog or mare through the tunnel.&nbsp; Doctor Okanjo was completely in control of her now.&nbsp; She started crying softly as he jerked her to one side and then to another.&nbsp; It was all she could do to stumble after him; his far superior strength and the constricting hold on her collar prevented any resistance.&nbsp; Choking, sobbing and gagging she clattered and clacked in her high heels, now walking, now stumbling.&nbsp; The heels made it harder to maintain her footing and she bounced against her master's hard body and the unyielding surface of the tunnel walls.&nbsp; Her mouth was already full of saliva at the reaction to the sight of his cock but as she gagged and choked she began to drool and cough mixing in with the lines of her tears.&nbsp; There was a room in the Center where they'd used choking and waterboarding to punish disobedience or just condition the girls.&nbsp; Her whole body shuddered at the memory of drowning repeatedly.<br><br>He stopped, she stumbled.&nbsp; Paulette started to walk forward again and then was jerked back cruelly as he swung her in a circle.&nbsp; She'd had horses that they walked around and around to exercise.&nbsp; This was like being treated like a horse.&nbsp; Paulette was crying silently now and her eyes were large and staring with fear and panic.&nbsp; Stubmling again she bounced off of him and then let herself be dragged around.&nbsp; When he reversed directions her head was spinning and she gagged again as she lost her balance.&nbsp; Once again the only thing keeping her from falling was his grip on the choking collar.&nbsp; Gagging and drooling she stumbled unsteadily in her heels around in the other direction.&nbsp; By the time he changed directions on her she was lost, confused and dizzy.&nbsp; Doctor Okanjo had total control of her movements and body and helpless.&nbsp; She quailed as she remembered how she felt right after the accident and this was the same feeling.<br><br>Still, her body was aroused as she reacted to being dominated by a man. It was like a burning pillow was stuffed between her thighs as her lips continued to puff up and flower open.&nbsp; A blush spread up from her lips and up to her mound and lower stomach as the arousal conquered her body and her womb prepared for his seed.<br><br>Paulette was totally unprepared to be jerked down to her knees as she stumbled once more.&nbsp; She whined a bit as he leveraged her bound arms up to force her down to the floor.&nbsp; Gasping she tried to catch her breath as her knees hit the cool, hard pavement.&nbsp; She squealed at the impact of her hand and her ass and tits rippled and wiggled under the blow.&nbsp; Her ass stung intensely and she knew that her pale ass cheek glowed with the red imprint of his hand.&nbsp; He knew how to make a woman hurt, this man was an expert in pain and the ways to torment a woman's body.&nbsp; Paulette gasped what sounded like 'no..' as the second, third and fourth blows landed on her ass.&nbsp; Still, her arousal surged again with the pain.&nbsp; The spanking went directly to her cunt as it began to clench helplessly.&nbsp; Gods, spanking meant fucking meant cocks meant pounding fucking wet spurting semen spanking pain pleasure fuck fuck fuck cock...<br><br>It was an eternity later those two or three seconds as he held her in position.&nbsp; She sobbed and sagged back against her heels as he released her.&nbsp; Her ass was burning as he touched her chin.&nbsp; Paulette sniffled and looked up at him immediately.&nbsp; She was a fast learner as his methods inspired her to respond without words.&nbsp; She could foresee a future of blind, instant obedience as his cunt until he discarded her old and used or still young but swollen with his spawn.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up she watched in mixed fear, horror and reluctant desire as he walked around her.&nbsp; Her mouth began to salivate again as she stood in front of her hand stroked his cock.&nbsp; Gods it got even larger as she watched.&nbsp; She twitched but could not, dared not look away.&nbsp; She could smell him, smell his manly scent coming from his cock and the dark thatch of pubic hair; it was the smell of obedience.&nbsp; She'd spent days with her face buried in the crotch of nameless men and this was more of the same.&nbsp; <strong>"Oooohhhh!"</strong> she yelped as he gripped her hair and twisted her head back and up at him.&nbsp; There was going to be no avoiding this.&nbsp; No one was going to rescue the princess at the last minute; she was fucked emotionally and physically.&nbsp; At his motion and <strong>"Ahhh"</strong> she knew what to do and opened her mouth and extended her wide pink tongue out of her plump, shapely lips.<br><br>Paulette cringed as he moved to shove his meat into her mouth but then cringed and blinked as he slapped her face with his cock.&nbsp; The sharp smell of precum filled her nose and he annointed her with his fluid.&nbsp; Now her face was filthy with tears, saliva and his cum.&nbsp; It was like a cruel christening into a life of sexual torment.&nbsp; Could she go back to being a free woman after he had conducted this religious ceremony to claim her soul?<br><br>Then his cock was thrust partially into her mouth.&nbsp; The huge shaft filled her mouth.&nbsp; She would have pulled away had he not held her hair so tightly.&nbsp; Sweating she squirmed and tried to back away with her body, even as her head was pinned.&nbsp; Suddenly he shoved himself into her with every ounce of violence that had been done to women over the ages.&nbsp; She gagged and helplessly coughed as he bruised the back of her throat.&nbsp; She had learned to deep throat in her training but this brutal assault did not allow her to react.&nbsp; Choking and dazed she gagged and coughed, more drool and mucus running out of her mouth as he further anointed her helpless face.&nbsp; Se didn't know if she was crying or sobbing or even begging for mercy or even pleading to be fucked harder.&nbsp; <br><br>Again he plunged in, deeper this time until he'd hilted himself in her mouth, the hair balls pressing against her chin while her nose was buried in his wiry pubic bush.&nbsp; Gasping helplessly for air she tried to relax and hold still.&nbsp; Her eyes dimmed at the lack of air before he pulled back and she inhaled greedily.&nbsp; His hands were in total control of of her face as he fucked her.&nbsp; Then the rod of his mastery rested lightly on her tongue, the hot iron filling her mouth as his dominance fucked her mind.&nbsp; She pulled back a bit until just the head was in her mouth.&nbsp; Then like a piston he rammed her face, fucking her hard once, twice as she gagged and dry heaved under the impact.&nbsp; When he let her pull back she tried to relax, the cock filling her bruised mouth.<br><br>Reluctantly she pulled back away from his cock.&nbsp; She reached a point where he squeezed her head and faced fucked her once, twice, three times before relaxing.&nbsp; her chest heaving and her tits bouncing she rode out the assault until he settled with his cock in her mouth.&nbsp; She stayed rigidly still for a while and then started to relax as he was content to keep the throbbing monster in her mouth.&nbsp; Paulette sobbed again as she recognized yet another silent lesson that was being taught to her.&nbsp; She felt like a trained dog or monkey that was forced through its paces.&nbsp; Gods what was she going to end up being?&nbsp; Who would she be when he was done?&nbsp; The conditioning at the Center had eroded her will to resist a dominant man and she feared that he would take her to a point where she could no longer escape.<br><br>As she thought about this her tongue began to gently stir on his cock.&nbsp; When a masculine member entered her mouth she could only start to lick and suck it.&nbsp; Fortunately she was able to stop after a moment but then she jerked back and he fucked her mouth hard again.&nbsp; Finally she stopped, crying as her tongue ran lightly over his shaft and she knelt, nude and helpless for his pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 02:16:26</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Dumont<br><br>James listen to Adrian unload all his baggage, including the story about the place that he worked in. He witnessed the same thing almost everywhere, though thankfully that did not happen to the place he worked in. But that does not mean that the rich patients did not bring their girls with them... oh no, he saw that almost every day at work.&nbsp; It discomforted him somehow, but that was what the world was today, and there is nothing he could do about it. "I know what you feel Adrian... the same thing happens in my workplace, though none of the staff brings their slaves to work... I know they have at least one because of what they told me. I&nbsp; suppose I am one of the few docs in the hospital that doesn't have one." The last part was said in a amused smile on his face.<br><br>He then shrugged and said. "I suppose that's how the world works right now my friend... and though we don't like it, I suppose we have to accept it in one way or another. THat's the only way we can get through this without having a nervous breakdown... that's my opinion of it. What do you think of that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 14:41:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the park<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>She was a sloppy mess.&nbsp; Her hair was all over the place, her face was covered in body fluids of tears and spit and pre-cum, her skin was had spots of red from impacts.&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Okanjo was destroying something beautiful.&nbsp; <br><br>And he was only just beginning.<br><br>He stood straight up, his cock being sucked and licked, and stretched her his arms out up and out to the sides.<br><br>Life was good.<br><br>For him. <br><br>Not for her.<br><br>She was working his cock like a good slave.&nbsp; It took a few tries, but the cunt learned how to avoid getting facefucked, and she figured out the consequence of not giving his cock attention.&nbsp; If she kept it in her mouth, he wouldn't have to beat her pretty face or sore throat with it.<br><br>He held her head still, then eased his dick out of her mouth.&nbsp; He pinched her nose, and used it to tilt her head back.&nbsp; He changed his grip so his hand was on the upper part of her face to keep her mouth clear, and when she took a breath, he let his saliva drip out of his mouth and into hers.&nbsp; More oil for the fire.<br><br>He reached into his pocket for something to use on her, but instead found the invitation for Darya Lisina's party.&nbsp; He thought of their conversation.<br><br>He pulled his slave up by the leash, making her stand before him.&nbsp; He back pedaled dragging the leash with him, forcing her to follow him.&nbsp; <br><br>He decided to speak his first words to her.<br><br><strong>"You have done well, cunt.&nbsp; I am pleased.&nbsp; You will be rewarded.&nbsp; What I do next is not because you have failed me or disappointed me.&nbsp; What I do next is simply because I want to hurt you.&nbsp; Hurting you... <em>turns me on</em>."</strong><br><br>He looked at her approvingly, but with a sinister smile, as he faced her, still walking backwards while she walked forwards toward him.&nbsp; Suddenly...<br><br><strong>"Russian bitch."</strong><br><br>He smacked one of her tits, completely vulnerable in its nakedness and with her arms still restrained behind her back.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You think you are better than I am?&nbsp; Simply because you won some gold medals and are the otherwise useless brat of a billionaire?"</strong><br><br>He switched hands on the leash and unleashed another slap against her other tit.<br><br><strong>"My car is a masterpiece, not a vulgar vehicle.&nbsp; You drive a yellow car yourself, and you criticize mine?"</strong><br><br>He switched hands again, this time slapping her face.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"And my name is <em>Doctor</em> Okanjo.&nbsp; Not <em>Mister</em> Okanjo. <em>Doctor</em> Okanjo."</strong><br><br>Another switch, another slap.<br><br><strong>"Unlike you I did not spend my life playing games."</strong><br><br>He released the leash and grabbed her nipples, pinching them hard.<br><br><strong>"Unlike you, I helped create the world we live in."</strong><br><br>He slowly turned his hands, twisting the tender peaks of her tits.<br><br><strong>"Unlike you, I have contributed something."</strong><br><br>He brought his hands upward, dragging the stubs of flesh up toward the ceiling of the pedestrian's tunnel.<br><br><strong>"Unlike you, I know how to treat a slave... like the worthless cunt she is."</strong><br><br>He grabbed end of the leash and whipped it in a circle, making the end land directly on her slit.<br><br>He let go of the leash, giving her a chance to recover from his assault, and laughed at her.<br><br>He grabbed her by her hair and brought her over to a large heavily padded cushion that the rockclimbers used sometimes when training novices.&nbsp; He got her on her knees and made her suck him off to full hardness.&nbsp; A trio of young men were standing, watching, taking pictures from a distance.<br><br><strong>"Come closer,"</strong> said Dr. Okanjo.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't be shy.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; Here, record this."</strong><br><br>He turned her head to the side so she would face the cameras.&nbsp; He thrust his hips forward, poking the inside of her mouth so her cheek protruded.<br><br>He pulled her up by her hair, turned her around, and pushed her so that she landed chest first on the soft, blue cushion.&nbsp; It was about a meter in thickness from the ground to the top, and when she landed on it it gave considerably.&nbsp; Dried dirt and sand bounced up.<br><br>The owner took one of his slave's bound wrists and moved it over to the side so her forearm went across her lower back.&nbsp; He kicked her knees apart, got on top of her prone body, and ran his cockhead up and down her ass crack.&nbsp; There was some saliva on his member, but not a lot, so he added a bit of his own, spitting on her anus as he spread her cheeks wide.<br><br>The fat, bulbous head of his shaft pushed against her back passage, and without warning he bucked his hips and stretched her forbidden tunnel wide around his meaty girth.<br><br><strong>"Ah, fuck yeah!"</strong> he said approvingly, savoring the sensation of the tight ring of muscle clamped down on his shaft just under his cockhead.&nbsp; <br><br>Each stroke got a little deeper and a little harder.&nbsp; He was going to squeeze every last inch of his dick inside her, and there was still plenty left.<br><br>Her reactions to his anal attack energized him, making him fuck her even more intensely.<br><br>Finally, he was buried to the hilt, her juicy cunt giving his big heavy balls a wet kiss.&nbsp; He let his dick throb in her rectum.&nbsp; He just lay on top of her, flexing his stomach muscles and making his cock move around inside her.&nbsp; Then he held her down and rammed into her repeatedly until he filled her ass with cum.&nbsp; Spurt after spurt of hot semen flooded her back passage.&nbsp; <br><br>He had been saving up for about a week.&nbsp; His orgasm snuck up on him a bit, but overall the experience was worthwhile.<br><br>He rested on top her, his chest against her back, breathing in her ear.&nbsp; Time passed - the kind of time that takes forever but was only really a short period.&nbsp; He pressed his nose against the side of her head, against her hair, sniffing deeply, and placed a kiss on her cheek.<br><br>His cock softened inside her.&nbsp; He pulled it out, then spread her ass cheeks wide again.&nbsp; He teased her asshole with his fingers.<br><br><strong>"Push, slut.&nbsp; Fart my cum out."</strong><br><br>He collected his jizz on his fingers, then pulled her up by her hair so she was kneeling on the cushion.&nbsp; He showed her the cum-covered fingers and put them in her mouth to clean.<br><br>Using just his fingers in her mouth, he guided her to kneel on the ground, then pushed his cock in her mouth to clean that off too.<br><br>When he was satisfied, he made her stand and took some black rope out of his pocket.&nbsp; He bound her up in a crotch rope, making sure there were knots to tease her clit and anus.&nbsp; He brought the leash down and wrapped it around the intersection of rope at her belly, and used that to bring her back to his car.<br><br>Sometimes he stopped to look at the scenery.&nbsp; Sometimes he stopped to let some tourists take pictures of her.&nbsp; But every time he moved, he gave that leash a tug so the crotch rope bit into her swollen, juicy cunt and teased her ass.<br><br>The gull-wing doors of his car opened and he had to put a fresh towel on the seat for her.&nbsp; He undid the handcuffs but kept the leash and crotch rope on.&nbsp; He examined her wrists and rubbed the marks of the metal manacles off her skin, then dusted some sand off her tits and stomach and thighs, where they were pressed into the cushion.&nbsp; He provided some wipes and a hairbrush so she could clean and straighten herself up, then provided a sheer black nightie that did little to hide her assets.<br><br>Suddenly, he was hungry.&nbsp; He took his new slave out for a test run out in public, exhibited her to strangers, and fantasized about Kaelyn and Darya.&nbsp; Now it was time for him to eat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 15:44:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his fellow medical doctor, Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>Dr. Okanjo pulled up to a bar and cafe he visited somewhat regularly.&nbsp; He had a sudden craving for sushi, and Maya Bay had some of the best in the city-state.<br><br>He pulled up to the curb and allowed both doors to open (http://cdn.carsroute.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Mercedes-SLS-AMG-Desert-Gold-17.jpg).&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo handed the end of the leash to the valet on the passenger side door, who allowed the cunt to step out and stand up.&nbsp; <br><br>He got out on his side and spoke to the other valet who would be parking his car.<br><br><strong>"You may be tempted to take her for a spin.&nbsp; Don't.&nbsp; The last valet who did now drives golf-carts."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled, handing over a tip.<br><br>The car drove off and Dr. Okanjo took the leash from the valet on the curb.&nbsp; His slave was still wearing nothing more than the black crotch rope, black leash, and collar.<br><br>He walked up to the slave at the hostess stand.&nbsp; <strong>"Find me a seat outside, cunt, and be quick about it."</strong>&nbsp; He admired the way she obediently hurried away.&nbsp; She must have pissed off a customer recently to be so responsive.&nbsp; He enjoyed the way her ass jiggled.<br><br>He was in a bit of a rush to eat, so he had his slave walk instead of crawl.&nbsp; On the way, he noticed a familiar face near the table he was going to be seated at, which was the only table available and still required a lot of cleaning and setting.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"James, how are you?&nbsp; Long time no see."</strong><br><br>He reached out for a handshake with his colleague.<br><br>There is a certain level of fraternity among those in the same profession and medicine was no exception.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo recalled how Dr. James Sutherling was one of the few physicians who did not own a slave of his own.&nbsp; He understood his rationale.&nbsp; Some females were capable of being great doctors and nurses.&nbsp; <br><br>In fact, some of Dr. Okanjo's best researchers were female who had been recognized for their intellect and underwent a a traditional curriculum instead of slave-ed.&nbsp; Most ended up being free, while some were slaves sold to and owned by the universities or companies he worked for.&nbsp; He rather enjoyed being allowed to punish the smart, talented ones.&nbsp; It was so much more satisfying than just beating on a mindless, broken cunt.<br><br>He introduced himself to the other man, an Adrian Dumont.<br><br><strong>"Dr. Okello Okanjo.&nbsp; Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; How about I join you, gentlemen?&nbsp; I am ravenous and my table does not seem to be ready."</strong><br><br>Assuming it was okay, Dr. Okanjo pulled the chair of the fourth and final setting of their table and sat.&nbsp; He looked at his slave, then pointed to the area on the floor that was between him and James.&nbsp; He had seen enough of her.&nbsp; It was time for others to enjoy the view, especially when she was on her knees with her legs spread, back arched and tits pushed out and presented.<br><br>He placed his order to the server, a handsome fellow who waited on him before.&nbsp; <strong>"Good afternoon, Aurelien.&nbsp; I'll start with a double of Johnny Walker Blue and a bottle of Scottish mineral water.&nbsp; The same for my friends if they desire, my treat.&nbsp; Two glasses with ice.&nbsp; A bowl of miso soup, followed by a dozen pieces of nigiri - pink salmon, eel and tuna.&nbsp; Thank you."</strong><br><br>He took a deep breath and made himself comfortable.&nbsp; He pointed to his slave.<br><br><strong>"So, what do you think of her?&nbsp; I just picked up this cunt a few hours ago from the Emperium.&nbsp; She cost much more than a typical slave, but I plan on making her worth every euro.&nbsp; Feel free to stare at her.&nbsp; Make comments if you like.&nbsp; And, by all means, use your hands as well.&nbsp; She feels as good as she looks."</strong><br><br>It was one thing to let others see her, and take pictures of her.&nbsp; <br><br>But now he was letting others speak of her and even touch her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 18:01:08</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at Place du Casino, strapped to a carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Five Non-Player Characters - Jimmy the coach driver, an as-yet unnamed pony-girl in a side-by-side harness, two passengers and their slave.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://static.dragondriving.co.uk/images/horsecarts/carriage30439-1.jpg)</div>The carriage was seriously heavy, even empty. With two passengers inside and Jimmy, the driver, perched up on the front, it would have been impossible for me to even shift it on my own. Fortunately I was not alone, though. There is an old saying - one man cannot lift half a piano, but two men can lift a whole one. Not that men lift anything anymore, but the point is valid - the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. As we rounded the corner on the Avenue de Monte Carlo outside the Casino, I looked to my right - legitimately as we were turning to the right - and then held the glance longer than I would normally have done. My partner in harness was&nbsp; soaked in sweat, and looked like she was breathing hard.<br><br>Not that I wasn't sweating, but the burning in my thigh muscles was a pain I had grown to know and love over the years. Three years hard labour for daring to strike my Master had taught me a lot of things about this crazy world we now lived in. I was lucky, the judge had told me. If my Master had so desired he could have had me put down. Killed, to put it a different way. But he had been merciful and told the court that he still cared for me. And the judge had been merciful too.<br><br>But of course I was now tattooed forever with a prison bar code and number. Forehead above the right eye, left breast above the nipple, right shoulder blade, left hip and inside my right labia. That one had hurt like fuck, but it was just one of the many tortures and humiliations I suffered in prison. I had learned a lot. Like not fighting the system, like it's easier to do as you are told willingly and earn the rewards than to do so unwillingly and earn the punishments. When I got out, my husband didn't want me anymore. He was quite happy fucking the brains out of our daughter, and so he put me up for sale. But no-one wanted a fifty two year old ex-con, no matter how fit, no matter how pretty.<br><br>I was beginning to despair and wonder if I would spend the rest of my miserable days in the holding cell, when Nereza Fabrizio,. on a visit to the UK, spotted me. She haggled my price down until the market was practically paying her, and then had me shipped back to Monaco.<br><br>And so my new life had begun.<br><br>And now, here I was, my premolars missing and a metal bar in my mouth, an impossibly tight leather corset strapped around my waist, arms strapped almost painfully tight behind my back which had the effect of pushing my fairly substantial chest forward. Rings through nipples and labia jingled playhully with the bells on them (And would be connected to the reins on days when Mistress was using me for sport rather than to earn her money). My naked sex, shaved daily by one of the grooms, was dribbling with my heat, thanks to that daily tablet that was as much a punishment as a reward. The carriage's shafts were bolted to my corset via a couple of short chains. A halter kept the bit in my mouth, a plume bobbed from the top of my head, and blinkers kept me facing forward, except when turning. <br><br>That left just the last three items of my apparel. Those damn boots. It had taken me the whole of the first two days of my training to get the hang of walking in them. Imagine wearing a pair of stilettos without the heel, and still having to keep your foot in that same posture? I got the hang of it though, mostly because I got fed up with being whipped every time I stumbled. But the most humiliating thing of all, had to be the tail. The fact that my arse was hosed out with hot water every morning was something I was beginning to enjoy, but that huge plug being inserted without any lubricant was something I was still getting used to.<br><br>But the worst part of it was the way it was always moving inside me. The tail was on a spring and flounced about as I walked. No cheap tails for my Mistress, oh no. I'd seen other pony girls with tales that just dangled limply from their butt holes, or that sprouted from their harnesses. Mistress used only the best. The anal plug on the tail was huge - my training had included a variety of steadily increasing sized plugs until I was ready for the tail - and the spring ran up between my cheeks to the base of my spine, and the tail, made of stiff (and possibly real) horse hair sprouted horizontally from it. As I walked, so it bounced around and the plug in my moved in response. It was exquisitely pleasurable and humiliating, especially as cumming without permission would result in severe punishment.<br><br>"Whoa there!" Jimmy pulled back on the reins, tugging on the bit in my mouth, and with some relief I stopped pulling. My partner all but collapsed and I surreptitiously kicked her on the side of her shin. She jerked upright and I shook my head, horse-like, but the meaning to her was a human head shake. <em>Not now. Stay with it.</em><br><br>Sweat glistened on my breasts in the mid day sun, my skin tanned from running around naked. I wiggled my backside, enjoying the feel of the tail plug as it moved, bringing me oh so perilously close. That was a good feeling. The anticipation of my reward at the end of the day. I heard the carriage creak as the two American tourists climbed out. The younger of the two men walked around in front of me, after patting me on the backside, and held a had in front of my mouth. A sugar lump! I snickered in gratitude and lipped it off his palm, worked it past the bit in my mouth, and sat it on my tongue, letting the wonderful sweetness dissolve and run slowly down my throat. That was a real kindness, as the energy boost would help enormously.<br><br>Jimmy brought a water bottle and squirted some into my mouth and I whickered my thanks to him too, with a head toss, then stood, patiently, and waited for the next passenger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 08:42:38</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>Her master's cock was long and hard.&nbsp; He choked Paulette as drool rolled down her face in an uncontrollable wave.&nbsp; They'd done something to Paulette's salivary glands and at the sight or taste of a cock she&nbsp; lost control.&nbsp; The helpless young woman swirled her tongue over his member, that thing the possession of which separated them in an insurmountable wall.&nbsp; Male and female, yin and yang, Paulette was the receptacle for his seed, his lusts and his desires and by the gods it was turning her on despite herself.&nbsp; She licked just enough to avoid being choked by his ongoing and relentless assault.&nbsp; The tangy taste of his precum was on her tongue and Paulette shuddered with reluctant excitement.&nbsp; The harsh curls of his pubic hair assaulted her sensitive nose with their harsh, wiry brush as well as the pungent smell of a man.&nbsp; His scent imprinted on my mind Paulette's as she resigned herself to his taste and smell.&nbsp; This was the smell and texture of her future as his sex dominated and possessed her helpless body.&nbsp; Gods how she&nbsp; wished she could lose herself in the sensation like some girls.<br><br>Paulette jerked back at he pulled her arms up and to the side, the tight restraint of the cuffs forcing her arms into painful arcs.&nbsp; It was all Paulette could do not to accidentally bite down on him as he stood.&nbsp; Her face was a mess with tears, precum, saliva and mucus staining her flushed cheeks, her hair in disarray.&nbsp; He had her well trained already she knew; there was no way she would react incorrectly from now on to his order to suck him off.&nbsp; His sudden move to pull his cock from her mouth had her relax for a moment before he pinched her nose and yanked her head back.&nbsp; She struggled and almost lost her balance as he shifted her.&nbsp; Paulette choked as he dribbled his saliva into her mouth and was forced to swallow the warm, slimy load as his grip on her nose constrained her to the edge of panic.<br><br>She gasped and stumbled to her feet, wobbling she could barely keep up with him as he pulled her back into the darkness.&nbsp; She knew the others were watching them from the whispered comments and shuffling movements out of the corners of her eyes.&nbsp; Paulette's eyes were huge and pleading, shining in the darkness as he spoke those chilling words to her.&nbsp; He was pleased with her but he wanted to hurt her?&nbsp; He liked it, it turned him on!&nbsp; Oh gods, gods!&nbsp; She started to sob again as his words sank in.&nbsp; She'd been subjected to harsh treatment at the Center; bondage, pain, whipping and torture but it had been done in a rather systematic way to train her rather than as an act of raw passion.&nbsp; And it was the passion, the desire to inflict pain that she feared to the core of her heart.&nbsp; Gods she would get herself free of this man as soon as she could escape to a BAF facility.<br><br>Paulette followed him helplessly like a cow to the slaughter.&nbsp; The cruel grin and the gleam in his eye warning her of the violence to come but not preparing her.&nbsp; How could she be prepared as he cursed at her and struck her delicate breasts with a stinging slap.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahhhh!</strong>" she cried out, letting voice to her pain in the sudden shock of his anger and lust for hurt.&nbsp; Russian bitch, oh gods he was taking his anger out on her, on her!&nbsp; What bounds would he even place on that demon of anger that burned inside this carefully controlled man.&nbsp; Gods!&nbsp; He struck her other breast leaving a harsh mark on her milky flesh.&nbsp; Gods, gods... underneath the facade of control and poise was this caldron of anger and resentment.&nbsp; She would face the hidden mask, the private scream, the shared and oh so intimate explosion of anger; shared with their bodies in a dance macabre.<br><br>She gasped as the blows landed on her face.&nbsp; All of the insults and perceived disrespect were raining down in her.&nbsp; Facing her fate she sobbed and cried out loud in helpless submission as he beat her for the insults.&nbsp; Smack, smack... cars... doctor...&nbsp; Violence continued as she threw back her head and cried out; <strong>"No, oh no, no, no..."</strong> in sobs as he pinched and twisted her nipples.&nbsp; Rising up on her tip toes she tried to releive the pressure on her sensitive nubs built for suckling rather than torment yet serving as he means of inflicting pain not nurturing life.&nbsp; Paulette screamed in agony as she rocked back under the impact of the brutal leather on her slit.&nbsp; She almost blacked out with the agony on her clit and sensitive, swollen lips.&nbsp; Sobbing, uncaring of the passers by or what further torment she might draw, Paulette looked up at Doctor Okanjo and shuddered as his laughter bored its way into her skull.&nbsp; The echoes sent her near the edge of collapse.<br><br>The sobbing girl was brutalized, confused and lost by the physical and emotional impact of his assault.&nbsp; Not only was the pain and shock of the attack disorienting but the terrible anger and desire to hurt made her spirit quail.&nbsp; Paulette stumbled along, her head wrenched forward as he dragged her along by the hair.&nbsp; She knelt on the pad quickly at the pressure of his hands on her shoulders as she knew what was coming.&nbsp; At the sound of 'Ahhh' and the motion to open her mouth, Paulette swiftly bobbed her head forward to take his cock in her mouth.&nbsp; She'd learned her lesson and enveloped his prick in her willing mouth.&nbsp; Her face was an even worse mess of tears and assorted fluids when he shoved his dick in her mouth and forced her around to face the climbers.&nbsp; Paulette heard one man whisper her name to the others and knew that her panicked, violated face would be plastered on the internet within minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>She did not resist as he forced her around by the hair and threw her down against the dirty pad.&nbsp; He body was sprinkled with the grit of sand and small rocks on her sensitive tits and stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp; He shifted her around, laid back behind her and forced her legs apart.&nbsp; She was going to get fucked she knew it, he was going to claim her for real now in this dark tunnel on this dirty pad.&nbsp; Her legs were widely spread and she knew that sense of vulnerability that all women face in a world where half the adult population is stronger and bigger than you as well as possessing the right to enslave you.&nbsp; With her legs open there was no way to prevent both of her holes from winking at him in desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stiffened as his cock head rubbed in her crease.&nbsp; "No, no!" she sobbed as he spit on her anus.&nbsp; She hated being buggered with a passion; she'd never had her back hole taken until the Center and even now she maintained a fierce hatred of the activity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Ahhhhhhh!&nbsp; No, no!"</strong> Paulette squirmed and writhed to escape the impalement but with his hand on the small of her back and his thighs holding her legs open there was nothing she could do.&nbsp; <strong>"No master, no, no, no... oh gods,"</strong> she sobbed.&nbsp; "Oh it hurts oh gods my bowels are on fire.&nbsp; Make it stop, make it stop.&nbsp; She clenched hard but he defeated her resistance with a scream of frustration, defeat and pain.&nbsp; By now her body was governed by hysteria as she tightened her anal ring about the intruder, inadvertently providing him with pleasure.&nbsp; Now she was babbling as he took her in a series of brutal strokes.&nbsp; <strong>"Master, no, no... please don't fuck my ass master.&nbsp; Ohhh.... ohhhhh.... Gods I beg y... Ahhhhhh! Oh ahhhhh!" </strong>Finally she was reduced to a sobbing mass, a sodden hole as he conquered her ass to the hilt.&nbsp; <br><br>Paulette lay sobbing and twitching as he held her firmly to the mat, his cock hilted in her and throbbing relentlessly.&nbsp; Knowing her almost psychotic dislike for anal sex she'd only been lightly used in the ass at the Center.&nbsp; She could not remember any dildo or staff member who was so large or hurt so much up her ass hole.&nbsp; Even the training dildos had been used sparingly as if preparing her for this moment of torment.&nbsp; Stretched out his full weight was upon her pressing her into the grit of the pad as well as seating his cock in her ass.&nbsp; It was like a bar of molten bronze in her bowels.&nbsp; She thought of the cannon at the memorials to the wars of Napoleon and others; it was as if a red hot cannon was rammed up her ass.<br><br>Then he brutalized her with an ass rape...<br><br>Paulette jerked like a fish on a hook under his strength and weight as he pounded her.&nbsp; Her screams became in articulate as her world dissolved in a melange of pain, heat and pressure against her ass.&nbsp; Then came the ultimate indignity; he jerked and spurted in her bowels, filling her ass with his boiling seed.&nbsp; She lay pinned in humiliating pain.&nbsp; The lesson again was that he owned her, he controlled her and her pain and her body were his to use as he saw fit.&nbsp; The he lay quietly on her as she cried softly, his weight pinning her down, his seed a hot, slimy mass in her bowels.&nbsp; She shuddered at the intimacy as his cock softly throbbed inside of her and his head nuzzled her face.&nbsp; She stiffened for a moment under his caress, under his kiss and then relaxed oh so reluctantly and submitted to his affectionate motions.&nbsp; The after effect, the post coital lull was torture for her as he broke her with that long, endlessly long moment of silent contemplation.<br><br>His hard male body warmed hers as he covered her with the lean, muscular lines of a rough form.&nbsp; Nothing brought home the horror of what she had just faced like the warm, peaceful and loving feeling of his breath on her face, his soft nuzzle in her ear and hair and the oh so gentle kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; He had a light beard developing and his breath was clean and just slightly tangy with whatever he'd had for breakfast.&nbsp; She wanted to jump up and scream but no one would hear her, no one would ever here her.&nbsp; That quiet moment was like a hot branding iron as she took a mark to her ass and to her soul.&nbsp; Inside a little something broke as she remembered back to the quite cuddling times she had with Adrian before she... he died.<br><br>The the magic was over as he pulled out of her with a plop and squelch.&nbsp; Paulette shivered as he probed her wet anal ring.&nbsp; She shook her head helplessly but complied as she forced a huge wave of sticky white cum from her bowels with lewd grunts and actual farts of sticky white.&nbsp; She shook her head for a moment when he showed her his cum covered hands but when he placed his hand in her face and jerked back harder on her hair she complied and sucked and licked his cum and her sour taste from his fingers.&nbsp; She rose up to her knees as he forced her to continue to suck and lick.&nbsp; Again she shook her head at the sight of his filthy cock but lick it clean of their combined soil she did.&nbsp; <br><br>Still leaking his cum from her ass and down her legs she stood. Paulette could only hold still as he laced her with a crotch rope.&nbsp; She groaned as he placed cruel knots between her soft sex lips and onto her seeping gape of an asshole.&nbsp; Paulette squirmed in torment at the pressure of the rope and her eyes pleaded with him to free her.&nbsp; Gods, gods... how can he?&nbsp; Oh gods...&nbsp; The walk back to the car was a nightmare as the crotch rope bit into her tenderest of flesh and rubbed open her cum dripping ass. Her face was stained with tears, cum and passion while two tracks of semen straggled down her thighs.&nbsp; Again she was recognized by tourists and her face captured on film for torment and humiliation.&nbsp; Could she go back to her career once these pictures were out?&nbsp; Not likely.&nbsp; It was good that she had several million Euros stashed away in a safe place.&nbsp; Each flick of the leash brought new agonies and soon she walked in a waddling pain with eviodence of his fucking running down her legs and her face stained with tears.<br><br>She stood as he cleaned her off back at the car.&nbsp; Numbly she brushed her hair back into a semblance of order and with the wipes cleaned her ass, breasts and face.&nbsp; With the black negligee over her head she felt almost presentable despite the harsh stimulation of the rope; a reminder of her status as a fuck toy.&nbsp; Climbing inside the car at his direction she rested her ass gingerly on the new towel to protect her sore ass.&nbsp; Soon more of his cum was dribbling from her along with the ever present stream of moisture from her cunt.&nbsp; Helplessly she stared out the window and tried and failed to come to her happy place...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 08:57:56</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>As the car arrived she stirred from her silent gaze and stood at the urging of the valet.&nbsp; She'd stopped crying and maintained a silent, broken gaze out the window.&nbsp; Her ass hurt from the rape and she still dribble his cum from her hole in a humiliating reminder of his possession.&nbsp; She followed into the restaurant, having removed the black negligee once again she was exposed.&nbsp; Her sex was still swollen and wet and despite her best efforts the inside of her thighs gleamed with a mixture of semen from her ass and her own dew.&nbsp; <br><br>Paulette tried to maintain a dignified silence and poise as he led her through the tables.&nbsp; She imagined she was on stage and slowly began to hold herself with a proud tilt of her head and a controlled sway of her hips.&nbsp; She tried to ignore the stares and the jerks on the collar.&nbsp; However the friction of the rope on her wet slit and tender, gaping asshole was too much and she was forced to grind her legs and twist as she walked, ruining her attempt to dignity.<br><br>She stood quietly as he introduced himself and then sank to her knees in the classic slave pose with knees spread, breasts thrust out and hands on the hips. Again the rope caused her much sexual discomfort and she found it hard to follow the buzz of the conversation as she had her own battle with the torment...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 19:46:58</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The forecourt of Casino Monte Carlo, then going into town.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave, Leotie. Briefly some other ponies, Titty and Snobby.<br><br>As the pair of sugar-cube wielding tourists departed I walked over, leaving Leotie and Poppy at the foot of the casino steps, (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142201.msg6530961#msg6530961) Poppy continuing to stamp her hooves, driving the wicked g-spot stimulator against her soft flesh again and again, trying to fuck herself with it.<br><br><strong>“James! Good afternoon, how is it going? Plenty of fares?”</strong> James, or Jimmy as he is sometimes called, is nineteen and one of Henri’s newer stable hands. He helps with training, preparing and bathing the animals, mucking out and of course, being a taxi-driver. He’s become a good driver in the last few months. I don’t pay my staff that highly but there are always more applicants to my job advertisements than I need because the perks are so good. These men are moderately low class – working class. They live in cheap apartments or boarding houses over the border in France and are of a class of person who could never afford a good quality slave, probably not even a nasty, ugly one given that they have to pay rent, plus run some kind of cheap car or motorbike to travel to work. I think with James, being so young, my animals are the only cunts he gets, so he’s always a good hard worker and tries his best. I doubt he could even dip his cock into such fine slaves anywhere else, without paying exorbitant prices like he’d have to at Richelieu’s. At night, when the animals are in their stalls, I give the male staff an hour or two to do as they wish to them, a good solid cock or two in them last thing at night helps them relax and get a good sleep. Unless some animals are on a denial punishment, I usually give Henri instructions to let the ponies and puppies cum when his workers take them, a little treat now and then keeps everybody happy.<br><br><strong><em>“Eet goes well, Madame, third fare today. Tourist season ees starting. The last couple just wanted me to drive them around ze marina for an hour. Easy money.”</em></strong><br><br><strong>“Good. Just take care of the animals. Snobby looks tired.”</strong> I went up to the harnessed pair and ran a hand over Snobby’s flank. She was an older woman, like Titty, in her early fifties. She had been the housewife of a stockbroker for years, apparently, and enjoyed moving in the social circles that a stockbroker’s wife does, but her husband had got bored, wanted a prettier, tighter, naughtier cunt to dip his cock into, like most men do, and had sold her. Because of her age and physique she had been dirt cheap but I saw the muscle structure beneath the flab and had bought her a year ago. She was now thirty pounds lighter and much fitter than she’d ever been, even in her teens, most probably. The woman was strong but still plump and she had this air of snotty disdain about her that I loved to keep reminding her of. She thought she was middle class and had these airs and graces. I adored tying her to a hitching post in the alley and leaving her on ‘full abuse’ for the afternoon, to come back and release her later, exhausted, her flesh red from spanking and with men’s cum running out of every hole.<br><br>She was haughty but weak-willed. A few sessions like that early in her training had broken her resistance.<br><br>Now though, she looked in a bad way. She was panting heavily and had a waxy sheen to her skin and grey marks under her eyes. I pulled her eyelids down, then pulled her jaws open to look down her throat. I ran my hands over her chest and stomach, flanks and back. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Moving across to Titty she too was coated with sweat and panting but she was in better condition. Even so both ponies had been worked hard.<br><br><strong>“James. I’m not happy. Both these animals have been worked hard. Henri can get six fares out of a pair before they become this tired. You must stop showing off to the tourists and making them gallop, especially up the hills. I know you like taking tourists around the Grand Prix Circuit but these are animals, not a Ferrari and you are not Alonso! These two need a rest. One more fare only then back to the stables! I am going to telephone Henri and tell him. If you are not back by three I will cancel your perks for two weeks. I’ll not have my expensive animals maltreated this way. They exist to earn me money, they’re worth far less if I sell them for dog food!”</strong> I was by now quite angry.<br><br>Talking to the casino commissioner I got her to fetch her water bottle and I fed the drinking tube from this past Titty’s and Snobby’s bits. The stuck-up French woman drank deeply and would have emptied the bottle if I hadn’t removed it. Too much fluid in her gut was as bad as too little. I got the casino girl to wipe the pair down with her cold cloth while I talked more to James, making it quite clear what I expected of him.<br><br>I finally left him, having made my dissatisfaction clear. I shook my head. These young boy racers, they should stick to their Renault Clios and Citroen DS3s. The tourists were no better, thinking a pony girl was like damn formula one car!<br><br>Back at the two horses I made a final check. Titty seemed happy, the amount of juice she was making and the way she kept flicking her tail, I knew she wasn’t too bad but with one weak horse in a team, she’d be carrying the extra load without realising it and could exhaust herself quickly once the limit was reached.<br><br><strong>“Good girl, Tits,”</strong> I said, laying my hands on her breasts and lifting and squeezing, thumbing her huge erect nipples, making her bells tinkle. In response to my squeezing, a few spots of milk appeared on her teats. <strong>“One more fare for you and then it’s a rest in the shade of the courtyard for a couple of hours. I’ll have Jimmy turn the sprinkler on you two for a while. A few more runs this evening when it’s cooler, then milking time. You like that, don’t you? I know. And these spectacular jugs! All the milk you give us too! Some nice hard fucking then bedtime. An easy day for you.”</strong> The sweet pony milk was a nice sideline. All the animals were on hi-concentrate Milkmaid and each produced about two litres a day. Our own pasteurization and bottling plant in the basement meant that each morning a refrigerated wagon load of milk (drawn by my own animals) went down to the wholesalers at the Centre Commercial Le Métropole for onwards distribution to many cafes and bars around the city. It was a profitable sideline but it did mean each animal had to spend an hour a day hooked up to the machines, although this time could also be spent by having them open to public service so as cash was pumped out of them at one end, cash was being pumped in (literally) at the other! A nice sleek business model could make a great deal of money from a slave, I could usually get her value back in fares, milk and sex within two years and after that it was pure profit, less the trainers and drivers wages and basic overheads like feed, equipment renewal and electricity. The Poulains was my home as well so there was no rent on the premises.<br><br>The real money-maker however was none of these. It was racing. Flat racing on grass and other forms of competing, such as endurance rallies, dressage and wagons on a timed circuit with turns and obstacles like gates and water splashes. There was a well-regulated sports industry that had simply not existed before the Law. Now, thousands of animals world-wide competed in many international and national events. There was big sponsorship money to be had at the highest levels and the sport had hit a niche somewhere between horseracing and car rallying with hints of an Olympic tri-athlon. Only the fittest and extremely well-trained animals could become world-famous and my little set-up was nowhere near that league. I had dreams one day of buying a prime animal and entering her in the first class competitions but ponies of that stature went for six-figure price tags. My own animals competed in several local events and each year my best ponies, Nigger and Blackie, raced in the Monte Carlo Rally, but while I had a win-some-lose-some attitude, the income from the racing of my two best animals was still greater than the taxi-fares the rest made in a year.<br><br>I gave Titty’s cunt a gentle fingering for a few minutes, making her stamp and whicker and flick her rump and then left her, hot and happy, to climb aboard my sulky and with a flick of the reins I was off, down the Avenues des Spélugues to Mirabeau and then right to the famous Loews Hairpin of the Grand Prix circuit. Poppy was trotting eagerly, every step ramming the g-spot exciter against her flesh and her pace became ragged as we trotted through the cool shade of the tunnel under the Centre des Congress. It was in the tunnel that Poppy whinnied happily and clearly came hard, her pleasure increased by several flicks of the coach whip against her tits. I kept up the teasing whip play against her backside, trying to sneak the tip of the whip between her wet thighs to flick up against her cunt from behind and below, a stroke requiring great skill. As we moved more slowly along Quai des États-Unis cars having to pull out and pass us, she squealed and came again, a little gusher of pony-squirt spattering the tarmac between her legs.<br><br>A leisurely walk along the Quai Albert 1er and up the long slope of the Avenue Le Port brought me to the Place du Canton and the Centre Commercial de Fontvieille. Here I stopped the sulky against a set of railings under some olive trees by a little park and tying off the reins to the railings I slackened Leotie’s leash so that she had ample room to get around to Poppy between the shafts.<br><br><strong>“I’m having my hair done. I’ll be about an hour. You will get on your knees and give Poppy some fun. After you've done that, stand up and suckle her nipples and kiss her, whatever takes your fancy.”</strong> I pulled Leotie's head back and planted a deep wet and loving kiss on her mouth, then let her go. So that the girls would not be disturbed I set both their collars to ‘not to be touched’ and left them to their afternoon’s playtime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 20:55:19</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Place du Casino, strapped to a carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby (NPC), Mistress.<br><hr><br>I thought I recognised that other pony harnessed to the sulky, but not being allowed to speak made any form of communication difficult, and she was a little way down the parking lot from us. But when Mistress came out of the Casino, I immediately twigged, it was Poppy, one of her favourite trotters. That, sadly, I would never be. I was a shire horse, a big chested draft animal, and proud of that fact.<br><br>Mistress examined my companion and grew distinctly upset, accusing poor Jimmy of driving us like a a pair of Red Bulls...&nbsp; Well, okay she said Ferrari, but my favourite had always been Webber, the Australian. I turned a chuckle into a snort as the advertising slogan for Red Bull came to mind. Poor Snobby could use a pair of wings right now. In fact, I don't think it was his driving, normally she was the stronger one. I worried in case maybe she was coming down with something.<br><br>Colic, they called it for us. For everyone else it was flu, but horses don't get flu, we get colic. Mistress seemed satisfied that Snobs was okay, though, and then turned her attention to me. I whinnied happily as she fondled me, and tried to nuzzle a sugar-lump or some other treat out of her. But Mistress was not one to be coerced by a huge pair of boobs, and merely promised me my usual reward for a hard day's work, but with the added bonus of an early afternoon break.<br><br>I whickered my thanks to her, and swished my tail about. I knew she loved to see me do that. And aside from feeling great in my arse, it also helped keep the flies away from my steadily dribbling sex. And then the wonderfully cruel cow fingered me. If I had been close before I was right on the edge now. I wiggled and stamped my hooves and shook my head vigorously, asking desperately for permission, but she didn't give it. instead she walked away, her sexy arse wiggling in those tight pants, and I let out an audible groan of frustration as soon as she was far enough away that she wouldn't hear.<br><br>We stood for a few more minutes, and then our next fare approached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 13:36:39</strong>
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				(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zLznuQOQgo4/S2Lu3rvTXSI/AAAAAAAAErM/rKcd2jz26Lw/image4.png)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">GEORGES LATOUVIER</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Place du Casino, getting a cab for the station<br><strong>With:</strong> Titty the pony girl; NPCs Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby the pony girl; his slave.<br><br><strong>“TAXI!”</strong><br><br>A big beefy coloured man of clear African descent came down the casino steps. He wore a cream fedora, dark shades, a pink silk shirt and chinos with crocodile skin loafers. He had so much bling draped around his neck and wrists that his jewellery probably weighed as much as his slave did. In tow he had a tiny Asian girl on a leash – Korean or Thai. She was naked except for a pair of black high heels and her skin was a light honey colour, an even tan. She had a short auburn boyish crop, little cute breasts with pierced nipples and was very petite, probably no more than five feet tall. Her tiny size made her look much younger than the 18 she legally had to be. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and her inner thighs glistened from her drug-induced arousal. She had a hooded heavy look to her eyes - a desperate look that might well mean "Please, please fuck me soon, I really need a cock! I need one really hard!" Beside her the black guy towered and if he had sex with her, which seemed very likely, one might wonder why she didn’t simply split and rip open as his size entered her. Perhaps she liked the agony of being stretched or more likely perhaps he, her owner, liked small and very tight slaves to torment with his huge cock. An African of his build was likely to be extremely well hung.<br><br><strong>“To the railway station please driver. I’m meeting a friend there on the two-twenty Paris train. Wait in the cab rank and then bring us back here.”</strong><br><br>Before the big man boarded the rear seats of the taxi he went around to see the motive power. At the sight of the two buxom pony girls he grinned, an immense set of pure white teeth revealing that he had a very good and obviously very expensive dentist.<br><br><strong>“Man, will you take a look at <em>these!</em>”</strong> Georges Latouvier said though his wide happy grin. ‘These’ turned out not to be the slave girls themselves but the most remarkable features each had. <strong>“What fine white titties!”</strong> he took hold of the body parts in question with both hands, one on each pony, and bounced the tits on his meaty palms. The girls’ bells jingled and their soft vulnerable flesh slapped up and down as Georges played with them.<br><br><strong>“Man I bet you get some mighty sweet milk from these bitches!”</strong> he declared, talking to Jimmy, or perhaps himself. He gave both women a final squeeze then let them go and walked around to the rear of the cab. He had tucked his own slave’s leash in his belt as he’d said hello to the ponies and now he untucked it and tied it to a hand-grab on the rear of the vehicle.<br><br><strong>“Mah white cunt’s gonna run behind your taxi mah man, and no need to go slow, she’s fit.”</strong><br><br>The springs of the wagon groaned as the African climbed aboard and sat down, leaning back so that he could look forwards to view the ponies rumps.<br><br><strong>“My, look at the ass on that redhead, she’s got a butt on her as fine as my old momma’s!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 22:48:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Place du Casino, strapped to a carriage, en route au gare.<br><strong>With:</strong> NPCs all: Jimmy, Snobby, some big black geezer and his cock-warmer.<br><hr><br>I snorted and stamped in irritation as my breasts were manhandled by the fair. Jimmy snorted at him too and said "Excuse me sir, please don't distract the ponies while they're working?"<br><br>The man didn't even apologise, but climbed straight into the cart, tied his slave to the back, and made a comment about my behind. I snorted softly and declined to wiggle it for him. If he'd been nicer about it, I probably would have. Jimmy snapped his whip, landing the lash with delicious pain across my arse and I yelped, and threw myself against the chains securing me in the shafts. Snobby did likewise and after a moment of futile straining, the bastard on the driver's seat released the damn handbrake and we surged forward.<br><br>Well, surged is probably the wrong word. Like I said, that cart is heavy. the horse shoes on my hooves actually helped me grip the road surface, and I pulled hard with all my strength to get the cart moving. I heard Snobby breathing hard to my right and hoped she would be up to the task. Between us we got it going at a steady clip and broke into a trot. That wouldn't last the whole trip - it was up hill most of the way to the Station, and with the way Snobs was looking and sounding, we'd be lucky to last at a trot on the flat bits. But for now, we were doing okay.<br><br>I do enjoy trotting. It sets my tail bouncing, my tits jump about like spring lambs and it makes me feel so very sexy. But all of a sudden, my need for an orgasm was overridden by a more urgent one. Jimmy had given me water, Mistress had given me water. Now, normally I would have simply sweated out what either of them had given me, but both amounts were a different kettle of fish.<br><br>One of the things I have found most peculiar about being dehumanised and reduced to the status of a draft animal is the way my toilet training was broken. Okay so the daily enema was one thing and having a huge butt-plug in me helped with that. But early on in my pony training, I'd been given gallons of water to drink and been left tied up and gagged in public. I'm not dumb, I realised the point quite quickly...<br><br>So, as we slowed to a walk at the top of the Allees des Boulingrins, I could feel the pressure in my bladder building. I couldn't be bothered to try and hold it in, and let out a soft sigh as the hot liquid poured out down my thighs as I strained against the hill to keep the cart moving as we swung left onto Avenue De la Costa. Left turns up hill were hard for me. Not hard in the weight, that was borne the brunt of by the off-side pony. No, I had to watch that I didn't drag the wheels sideways, jack-knife the cart, pull Snobs off her feet sideways - any one of which would happen if I tried to turn to sharp. That's one of the things that made the hairpin on the race course so challenging in a pair, especially at speed. <br><br>And I didn't need the extra worry of a full bladder, so I let it empty down my legs and onto the road surface.<br><br>Right, now, onto Boulevard De Suisse, still climbing. The damn tourist in the back weighed a ton, and rather than sitting sensibly, he kept shifting from side to side in the cart, leaning out to see around the broad back of the driver's seat to admire the view in front of him. How did I know this? From the way the balance of the cart kept changing and the way he kept making comments about either my backside or Snobby's.<br><br>Finally, we crossed the east-bound carriageway of Boulevard Princesse Charlotte, and turned left onto the west bound side. A short walk down hill and we pulled up outside the station. The buggy springs creaked in relief as 'His Heaviness' climbed out and I stamped and whinnied softly, asking for water. Beside me Snobs was making the same set of signals. Jimmy climbed down and brought the water bottle, even as he confirmed that he would wait. I glanced up at the station clock as he let my companion drink first. 14:10. So we had a good ten minutes to wait and get some rest. I certainly hoped Jimmy had left the meter running...!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 12:15:34</strong>
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				(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zLznuQOQgo4/S2Lu3rvTXSI/AAAAAAAAErM/rKcd2jz26Lw/image4.png) (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/182/c/f/black_man_with_blues_eyes_by_kungfauxboi.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">GEORGES LATOUVIER AND HIS FRIEND BOBBIE MORGAN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the train station<br><strong>With:</strong> Titty the pony girl; NPCs Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby the pony girl; Latouvier's Asian slave.<br><br>With a clopping of hooves and a jingling of nipple-bells, the pony-taxi pulled up in the marked cab-rank. Citroens and Renaults, Mercs and Audis filled the rank in front and behind, with the Monaco licensed taxi black and white chequer paintwork along their sides.<br><br><strong>"Alright! That was a mighty fine run."</strong> Georges Latouvier declared. <strong>"I need to do this more often. Damn, that's some fine pony ass. Wait here driver, I'll be back with my friend in a while."</strong><br><br>A gaggle of cabbies, puffing on Gauloises and scratching their behinds, stood chatting by a wall. Several turned to look at the pony girls. A couple took photos. The taxi service operated by Mes Poulains Petits was still a rare enough sight to attract plenty of attention, even from the locals.<br><br>Georges untied his breathless Korean slut and, giving her face an almighty slap, hard enough to bruise her innocent looks, and make her cry out in pain, led her away up the station steps and out of sight.<br><br><hr><br>Fifteen minutes went by. Evidently the Paris train was on time as five or six minutes after it was due to arrive, three figures came down the steps again. Georges had a friend with him, another black guy, this one even bigger, if that were possible. While Georges was clearly French of north African descent, his friend was apparently American. He wore a cream silk suit, a lemon shirt that he wore 80s style with the collar out over the jacket lapels, with outrageous white spats over his black lounge shoes and together the pair of them looked like successful pimps or drug dealers on holiday. Maybe they were. They were certainly brash and loud and lacked any sense of propriety. Places like the Casino Monte Carlo always quietly and sumgly accepted such tourists through its doors. On the borderline in terms of dress sense and behaviour the casino staff just smiled and bowed courteously and knew such customers were their bread and butter and could net the casino ten or twenty thousand Euros a night in profit. They could put up with spats and lemon shirts 80s style for that price.<br><br>Georges and Bobbie were deep in conversation that carried a sinister edge.<br><br><strong>"No, I haven't found another cunt yet. Got Travis and Ray checking the Asiatic markets and Mikey at home looking at local girls but the westerners always seem to be too big."</strong><br><br><strong>"Know what you mean, bro. Ah reckon so many men like 'em with big tits and big asses, you just can't get good slim whities any more."</strong><br><br><strong>"This cunt looks great. What's her name?"</strong><br><br><strong>"No idea, Bob, couldn't pronounce it if I could remember it! Mah-Yong or somethin!"</strong><br><br>Bobbie chuckled and gave the petite Asian's behind a hearty slap. One of her eyes was already closing, bruised from the whack Georges had given her earlier.<br><br>The two men climbed aboard the wagon and once again the slave was leashed to a rear handle.<br><br><strong>"Alright, driver, back to the casino please - Hey Bobbie, check out these pony-girls, get a look at those asses, ain't they something?"</strong><br><br>The friend laughed.<br><br><strong>"Those asses are okay I guess but I like 'em much smaller. Hey I wonder how big the butt plugs are that hold the tails in?"</strong><br><br>The man asked Jimmy who told him. The fare seemed disappointed.<br><br><strong>"Nah - that ain't for me. That's gonna stretch her butthole wide open. Where's the pleasure in fucking that? I need a tight slave. One that screams when you fuck her up the ass."</strong><br><br>As the wagon set off the Asian slave, bound and helpless, trotted behind, her small tits on display.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Sweet little titties Georges my man! Very fine. She looks fourteen! What a find."</strong><br><br><strong>"Hey man, I ain't going there, so don't even mention that underage shit. Mah-Yong is twenty three."</strong><br><br><strong>"No shit? Man she looks half that age."</strong><br><br><strong>"That's the whole point, but I ain't doin' anything illegal. And the tightness... man you gotta try her! She's like a sweet wet silk vice. What a great cunt. I've had her on double Venus for three days and she's not had any sex except my piece down her throat. She's gagging for it."</strong><br><br><strong>"Two into one again?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Sure, same as before. You want front or back?"</strong><br><br><strong>"She clean?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Yep, had her on that anal drug thing for a few days too. Nice and clean, slippery and juicy."</strong><br><br><strong>"I'll take her ass then. And if she splits?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Who gives a fuck?"</strong> Georges Latouvier replied, smiling, and without a care in the world, <strong>"Just dispose of her and buy another."</strong><br><br>Bobbie Morgan chuckled. The new law didn't care if they fucked girls so hard they destroyed their insides. They could sell them to the dogfood factories and the loose change was a downpayment on another. Life was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 20:30:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Cramped in a Taxi going to Scintilla Jeweler.<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>No I'm not a fan of the treatment some slaves were getting but the show in front of me was just hot. It turned me on and I kind of wished we'd skip the jewels and go home so I could fuck Myshka numb and play our great masturbation game. <br>The taxi was a bit cramped at best and I was glad we didn't take my car. Although my Maserati has a backseat, it wouldn't fit three. I gave the driver the location and name of the jeweler as trying to pronounce the street name in French was doomed to fail anyway. He seemed to understand and drove off.<br><br><strong>"I've got all I need for a party except girls. Unless we keep it at these three,"</strong> I said waving around at Tilly, Sophie and Valentina. <strong>"But that might be a bit too few for the number of guests."</strong><br>Besides, I didn't really like sharing, especially not my Russian fuck toy. <br><strong>"If you could supply some girls that would be awesome but I could just call in some cheap escorts."</strong><br>And maybe, given the right guy and right amount of alcohol, Kae and me might be in the mood for a real cock rather than the plastic and latex ones I had had so often before. <br><strong>"Feel free to invite people. The shuttles will be at the marina to ferry them to and from the Galaxy."</strong><br><br>We soon arrived at the driver told me and Kae, in French, that we had arrived, leaving me mystified why he had stopped until Kaelyn opened the door. I quickly followed her out of the car and found the door to the shop. It had to be one of the most expensive jewelers in Monaco but again, the polished shiny wood just felt fake and cheap. I shook my head and sighed.<br>"Money can't buy style I guess," I mumbled softly and gave the shop clerk my friendliest smile.<br><br><strong>"Hi, I'm here for the ehm.. vajazzles."</strong><br><br>Apparently I was talking to a shop slave again as she immediately ran off to call somebody else. Annoyed I turned to Kaelyn.<br><strong>"Wouldn't it be so much easier if a shop keeper would just.. I don't know.. keep his shop?"</strong><br><br>At that point a big tattooed man with a bald head and too much facial hair came through a door. There was no way this was the owner of the shop but since I had asked for a sort of tattoo I guess it made sense. Without saying anything he showed me and Kaelyn a book with examples, the same book I had given to Kae at the restaurant. <br><br><strong>"Yes yes, I want this (http://www.bindis.biz/ekmps/shops/bindisbiz/images/pink-butterfly-vajazzle-no.11-47-p.jpg) one for her,"</strong> I said showing a gorgeous butterfly in diamonds and crystal. It would fit very nicely on her nether regions, just above the very private parts of my Myshka. It would look amazing. The price again was 4 digits but for my Myshka, I would have paid two more if I had to. <br><strong>"Can you have it done by tonight? We have a party you see and I would like he..."</strong><br><strong>"One hour and it's ready,"</strong> the man spoke with a heavy accent. <br><strong>"Okay perfect. Kae, you want any? I'll pay for them. As a gift for your new girls."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 22:04:35</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint; his fellow medical doctor, Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont-Simon<br><br>Unfortunately, things did not go as Dr. Okanjo planned.&nbsp; He hoped that James and Adrian would talk about his slave and molest her, but the two men were strangely quiet, and did not seem particularly interested in her.<br><br>Fortunately, the table next to them was ready, so he thanked them for allowing him to sit, bid them goodbye, and took his leave.<br><br>He sat down and had Paulette sit on the floor next to him.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo noticed that his slave was in her own world again.&nbsp; This was fine - he was not the type of owner who required constant attention, and she was disciplined enough to maintain her position regardless of whatever ideas or memories she was having.<br><br>He reached over and petted her on the head, running his fingers through her hair, nails scratching lightly along her scalp.&nbsp; He traced her ear and jawline until he touched her chin, then looked into her eyes when she opened them for him to stare into.<br><br>He adjusted his chair to face her and leaned forward to touch the inside of her knee that was closer to him.&nbsp; He put pressure on it, spreading her wider, until the tendons connecting her legs to her pelvis were stretched to the limit and she had to adjust her seated position to face him.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo's face was inches from the slave's as he undid the connection of the leash to the crotch rope, and then the crotch rope itself, freeing her of the ache and pain between her legs, at least the ache and pain from the bondage he removed.&nbsp; <br><br>His drinks arrived and he took the whiskey in his hand.&nbsp; He raised the glass toward his slave.&nbsp; <strong>"A toast... to people... who make toasts."</strong><br><br>Clearly, Dr. Okanjo was in a much better mood after making his slave suffer for Darya's perceived disrespect.&nbsp; He held the glass of whiskey in his hand, holding it to his mouth, breathing in the scent of it, and then took a sip.&nbsp; It was just what he needed.<br><br>He poured some mineral water into a glass.&nbsp; It was ice cold and refreshing and really released the flavor of the whiskey for him.&nbsp; He then held the glass to his slave's mouth, having her lips press against the spot his own lips were on, and tilted the glass so that some of the water ended up in her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>He imagined she was thirsty after their activities and required watering like a beast of burden.&nbsp; He gave her some more water until the glass was emptied, making sure some dribbled off her chin.&nbsp; He put the glass down and took a napkin, wiping away the slight mess on her chin and tits, then placed the napkin between her legs so she would not leave a spot on the floor from the juices flowing out of her cunt and his seed spilling out of her ass.<br><br>The sushi arrived.&nbsp; These were not fancy rolls, just a nice slab of fish on a chunk of hand-rolled rice.&nbsp; He took a piece of bright orange pink salmon in between chopsticks.&nbsp; Without using soy sauce or wasabi or ginger, he bit off half of it, and placed the remainder on the black lacquer rectangular plate.&nbsp; He savored the flavor as he chewed and looked at her, smiling.<br><br>After swallowing, he picked up the remaining half with the chopsticks and held the piece of sushi to her mouth.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh,"</strong> was the familiar sound he made to have her open her wide so he could feed her.&nbsp; He watched her eat and swallow before picking up a piece of red tuna.<br><br>Again he took a bite out of half of it, but before he started chewing, he fed it to her as well.&nbsp; He looked at her as she looked at him, tasting and savoring the same sushi, the same <em>shared piece</em> of sushi, together as master and slave, all while other cunts were eating out of dog bowls off the floor, some without being allowed to use their hands, if they were fed at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 23:17:05</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>Paulette started a bit as Doctor Okanjo reached down and stroked her hair and petted her on the head.&nbsp; Even in her mind she called him Doctor Okanjo or Master with a capital 'M'.&nbsp; After suffering through the beating and anal rape she would not ever dare think of him as anything but 'Doctor Okanjo'.&nbsp; It was a small thing or not so small to him and as she'd been conditioned all her life to defer to male authority it was easy for her to slip into the mental habit of respect for him.&nbsp; She shivered unwillingly as he scratched her scalp and ran those powerful, handsome and dexterous fingers along her jawline and chin.&nbsp; After being beaten she craved kindness and tender treatment and it was all she could do to not sigh and cuddle her face against those dominating, all knowing hands.&nbsp; Damn it, she was experiencing the Stockholm syndrome; he was training her, training her, training her, always training her like a high strung filly or prize bitch. It was like that at the Center.&nbsp; She'd been trained 24/7 for nine full months until she wondered just how much of her thoughts and memories were her own.&nbsp; Now under the pressure of his dominant, masculine control she felt herself slipping naturally back into the position of accepting, no craving the mental fucking of her cunt mind... her mind cunt...&nbsp; Her only hope during that time was that she'd be free of their methods and control once bought by a master, she'd take her punishment and regain her freedom.&nbsp; Now... now she might never escape, ever.<br><br>As Doctor Okanjo tilted her head back she again met green eyes with blue.&nbsp; She wondered at his swarthy complexion and light colored eyes in some idle bit of her brain that was always watching, measuring and judging.&nbsp; Her pupils were dilated with equal parts fear, lust and confusion as well as that deep intelligence that lurked in her mind and missed very little.&nbsp; As her master nudged her legs open, Paulette complied until she cringed and grimaced with not only the ache of her overstressed tendons as her thighs opened but with the agony of the biting rope stretched taunt and beyond taunt into the delicate flesh of her slit and the reddened and aching ring of her anus.&nbsp; She held the position under his touch for a long moment.&nbsp; The change in posture placed a pressure on her bowels and a large oozing droplet of his cum escaped her loosened bowels and ran down her crack.&nbsp; The semen puddled and then dripped down from her body in a long string like a white stalactite in a cave.&nbsp; Her ass and cheeks reddened as a glistening thread of his cum descended from her bruised and swollen asshole to the ground, proclaiming to all that she'd been buggered virile and well endowed master. Other slave girls watched her leak her master's cum with expressions of envy or pity or even amusement.&nbsp; All Paulette could do was burn with humiliation.<br><br>Turned to face him she sighed and wriggled her body gratefully as he removed first the leash and then the crotch rope.&nbsp; The drizzle of semen dripping from her asshole was disrupted but his load seemed endless.&nbsp; Her face lit up with relief and her eyes caught his with a glint of thankfulness as if she should be thanking him for inflicting this on her in the first place.&nbsp; Luckily for her, Master looked up as drinks were brought and she could look around surreptitiously.&nbsp; Despite all that was going on around her, Paulette's attention was focused relentlessly on Doctor Okanjo.&nbsp; He held the power of pain, pleasure and torment over her and she could not but look at him, listen to him and try to understand his moods and behavior.&nbsp; Had she been a dog her ears would have been perked forward and there would have been a tiny flicker of her tail to show interest.&nbsp; Already she sensed that he was happy and relaxed from the tone of his toast.<br><br>Her mouth watered with thirst at the sight and smell of the whiskey and she watched carefully as he pour the water and drank some.&nbsp; Paulette's head came up to meet the glass as he brought it down to her and she eagerly sipped at what he allowed her.&nbsp; A stir of fear and lust went through her loins as he pressed the glass against her, his own lips on the smooth surface as he shared the drink with her.&nbsp; Paulette thought that she was only going to get water, to get her thirst quenched at his bidding and control.&nbsp; He was perhaps showing her that she was just an extension of him with no identity or control beyond what he offered.&nbsp; In three months time would she have the will power to walk away from the rape and abuse or would she relax and accept his lead, his control, his shaping of her mind and body?<br><br>The dribble of water upset her and she tried to jerk her head to keep from spilling down her face and onto her shapely but still reddened breasts.&nbsp; The cold erected her nipples and the intensely neat and proud woman suffered in disarray and mess.&nbsp; &nbsp;the wet puddle between her knees was mortifying for a woman who obsessively organized her purse, closets and life.&nbsp; Neatness was her angle of control and even this was being taken away.&nbsp; That she needed a napkin under her was beyond aggravating and terrible.&nbsp; All she could do was arch her breasts into his hands to be cleaned.<br><br>As the sushi arrived she looked up from her mess and watched with growing hunger.&nbsp; She had not eaten since the dawn and her belly rumbled in protest.&nbsp; She was again mortified as her body betrayed her just as her cunt had already done so with her copious arousal.&nbsp; He caught her looking at him as he ate and she dared not break the eye lock as he smiled back at her.&nbsp; She wondered what new punishment was hatching in his clever mind.&nbsp; She watched the sushi approach and then at his motion of <strong>"Ahhh"</strong> opened her mouth and let him place the hunk of fish and rice on her tongue.&nbsp; As she chewed gratefully three things went through her mind; first the sushi was excellent, second she could still taste his cum on her tongue and third he was breaking her with food like a falconess held onto a gloved hand with a jess. <br><br>She savored the wonderful sushi and then watched as he took a bite out of a second piece.&nbsp; He didn't eat it immediately but fed her the other half. Then he ate as she did, matching her moves as he matched his.&nbsp; It was a bond, a deep and visceral bond to share food in such an intimate way as the other slave cunts gobbled food from the floor.&nbsp; He was saying they were linked and that he would choose entirely the rules and times of engagement.&nbsp; She watched him as she ate, a glimmer of understanding appearing in her eyes as well as a growing fear at the ultimate consequences if he broke her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 23:59:29</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his fellow medical doctor, Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>Despite the busy surroundings, Dr. Okanjo's focus was completely on his slave.&nbsp; He matched her chew for chew, the cords of muscle on the sides of his face flexing with each clench of his teeth as her feminine jawline dipped and rose.&nbsp; He even swallowed when she did, his Adam's apple rising and falling as her slender neck faintly bulged for a moment.<br><br>He picked up another piece of sushi with the chopsticks as he pet her head and gripped a fistful of hair on the back of her head.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh,"</strong> he said as he tilted her head back.&nbsp; He held the sushi between his teeth, then brought his mouth to hers.&nbsp; His front teeth cut the slab of tasty fish in two, and half of it went directly into her mouth.&nbsp; He grazed his lips against hers as they again synchronized their eating.&nbsp; He mixed intimacy with dominance, creating a blend in which the end of the former was blurred into the beginning of the latter.&nbsp; He took the napkin and wiped her mouth, then gave her a sip of his water before taking a sip of his own, placing his lips on the glass where she had put hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 04:26:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Taxi on way to Scintilla Jeweler | Scintilla Jeweler<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lysina; Darya's slave&nbsp; Valentina Khorkina; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; store slave<br><br><hr><br>Seeing her slaves knelt on the floor of the spacious cab, their bodies on display for her, made Kaelyn smile. While she had made great use of the brothel's slaves, she'd always yearned for her own. Hopefully these sluts would work out well. She wasn't sure what she'd do if one of them didn't, but most likely she'd sent the cunt back to Monsieur Adam. Her two sluts were squeezed in with Darya's prized slave and Kaelyn felt a small bit of annoyance at seeing how her friend treated the thing like a human. She kept quiet however and nodded to what Darya said, pulling out her cell phone to quickly text Jacque.<br><br>"<strong>If you want to share your slave, that's fine with me. I wouldn't want to share the young cunt, she's a virgin and I want to break her in right.</strong>" Her shoe nudged up against Tillie's chastity belt and pressed on the part covering her cunt. "<strong>The other one,</strong>" she pointed at Sophie, noting the way the slave's eyes seemed to be dazed and far off, "<strong>we can use, she's used material and I wouldn't care one way or the other what happens to her. As long as she survives it all, of course.</strong>" Her smile was wicked as she glanced over at Darya. "<strong>Need to be able to get my money back if need be.</strong>"<br><br>The scrunching of her nose at the mention of cheap escorts was an automatic reaction and Kaelyn was glad when her phone beeped in her hand and she had to look down to read the reply message from Jacque. She wouldn't allow her friend to have anything cheap, as she knew people would talk after the party, and she truly wanted Darya to shine. Jacque had approved the use of three slaves, the ones they were trying to get rid of, or at least the ones that Jacque no longer wanted in the brothel. She was still fighting over one slave, a lovely thing just a few years older than Kaelyn and the very first slave she had broken in. Out loud, she'd never admit the fondness she had for it, but she didn't want to see it go. Unfortunately, Jacque was the one to make those decisions and she had to work slowly so as not to upset her precocious cousin.<br><br>"<strong>Darya, Jacque has approved the use of some of the brothel slaves. They are, sadly enough, older models, but for what our guests may have in mind they'll work. I'll bring them around with me.</strong>" Her shoe pressed harder against Tillie's leather cage and she tugged at the leash still in her hand, tightening the clamps. It was a beautiful sight, having such a gorgeous young creature completely at her disposal, and she was going to relish the build up until the cunt was fully hers.<br><br>"<strong>I've only invited Doctor Okanjo and Rayn Assid so far. I was thinking of calling Nereza Fabrizio, do you know of her? She runs <em> Mes Poulians Petits</em> and is quite the interesting character, lovely, it'd be good for you to meet her as well. Possibly Ricardo Reyes, he owns <em>The Dinero Hermoso</em>. As you seem to enjoy cars he'll be a wonderful contact for you to have.</strong>"<br><br>Their driver announced their arrival and Kaelyn thanked him, paid, and got out, pulling harshly on her slave's leashes. The store front was a familiar one and as they walked in, she eyed some of the jewelry, letting Darya handle the business of her sparkly tattoos. When Darya asked if she wanted any she shook her head. "<strong>No, thank you. Not at the moment.</strong>"<br><br>She lost track of what was going on as soon as she spotted a gorgeous ring (http://www.polyvore.com/suzanne_kalan_vitrine_pear_blue/thing?id=58209643). It had tiny diamonds surrounding a large pear shaped blue topaz, which was beveled and showed a second row of delicate diamonds on the other side of the ring. Kaelyn signaled for the store's slave and pointed at the ring. "<strong>I'd like to see that one.</strong>" The slave nodded and opened the display case, its hands gloved in soft velvet to protect the expensive jewelry. When the ring was held out for her, Kaelyn took it and slipped it onto her finger, inspecting it against the light and seeing how well it worked with her skin. "<strong>Perfect, I'll take it.</strong>"<br><br>As she handed the ring back to the slave she saw a pair of earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/dana_rebecca_designs_allison_joy/thing?id=58089599) that, while not exactly matching, would work well with the ring. They were set in white gold and had a similar look of small diamonds surrounding blue topaz. "<strong>I'll take those as well.</strong>" There was no need for her to inspect them and she knew exactly what outfit would work perfectly with those.<br><br>When she stepped away from the counter she saw that they had a small selection of adornments for slaves and she made her way over to that display, tugging once more on her slaves' leashes. The display was tasteful, delicate busts with ample breasts had been set up to show the different styles of <em>Nipplaces</em>. While the name wasn't all that appealing, she liked the idea of adorning her new slaves with such beauties. Glancing down at the two sluts, she noticed that Sophie was making short, jerky humping motions, as if trying to pleasure itself using the chastity belt. Kaelyn laughed at it and smacked it hard in the ass, twice, before telling it in a sharp tone to stop.<br><br>Tillie, on the other hand, was behaving as it should be and Kaelyn tugged it up, this time with one short jerk. Over time the cunt would learn all of Kaelyn's tells and respond much faster; for the time being, however, she would enjoy punishing it for any misunderstandings. Once Tillie was on its feet, Kaelyn had it stand where the store's slave indicated. "<strong>Measure her for the full ensemble, including the clit chain. Make it a little tighter than normal, I want it to feel the pull when it walks.</strong>"<br><br>As the store slave measured, Kaelyn glanced at her watch and noticed that she had just enough time to go home and get ready, and if she pushed it, she'd even have time to get Tillie pierced as well. Sophie would be set up so that anyone or anything could fuck it, a small gift for her group of friends. Kaelyn once again pulled out her phone and dialed the brothel's number. Edmond answered and agreed to send Marc to Kaelyn's to do Tillie's piercing. "<strong>Merci, Edmond. Dites-lui de me rencontrer dans une heure. Au revoir.</strong><sup>1</sup>"<br><br>The store slave let Kaelyn know that the measurements were done and asked in a soft, timid voice. "Which would mademoiselle like to take?"<br><br>The choice was easy and Kaelyn pointed to the delicate set that had drops of light blue pearl encased in silver and white gold (http://www.tazzallacranch.com/BodyJewelryByTazzie/images/Elegance4837.jpg). "<strong>That set, make sure it's packaged separately from my things. They all go on the same account.</strong>" The store slave nodded and went to the back to package and charge Kaelyn's things.<br><br>She'd had an account here for years and although she hadn't actually visited in quite some time, she knew that all the information was still valid. All she would have to do was sign a slip of paper and the money would be taken out of her personal spending account. There was a comfortable looking chaise set against a window that looked out onto the street and Kaelyn moved over to it.<br><br>In front of the sofa was a simple, khaki colored rug and she directed the cunts to kneel on it. After a moment's contemplation she realized that she had a very easy solution for her problem with Sophie. "<strong>Sophie, on your back and spread your legs.</strong>" The slut moved and positioned herself as instructed, its hips giving small thrusts into the air. Kaelyn pulled a small key out of her bag, one that had been given to her when she'd paid for her things back at the <em>Emperium</em>, and undid the two silver locks that held together the leather flap covering Sophie's cunt. She then tugged Tillie over and undid its mouth gag. "<strong>I want you to pleasure Sophie with only your tongue. No sucking, biting, or anything else. Fuck it with your tongue, lick it, whatever you can think of. I want to see how good you are. Stay as you are, kneeling in front of it and keep your arms behind your back.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn turned to Sophie and nudged its head with her shoe. "<strong>No coming unless given permission, slut.</strong>" With that she settled back, crossing one leg over the other, wondering if either slave would last the full hour.<br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> Thanks, Edmond. Tell him to meet me there in an hour. Good bye.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 09:49:14</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bar &amp; Cafe<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>Paulette was becoming more and more frightened as her new master fed her and treated her in such a strange and controlling fashion.&nbsp; That he was matching her chewing and eating was not some idle activity for this man.&nbsp; He'd proven himself to be careful, controlled and terrifyingly intelligent and devious.&nbsp; That he was training her was beyond any doubt.<br><br>She finished the piece of sushi and watched him carefully as he brought another piece to his mouth.&nbsp; She jerked her head back in an awkward motion as he grasped her hair and positioned her facing upward.&nbsp; The sudden motion had caught her by surprise as she was lulled by her own thoughts or perhaps the sense of shared intimacy and even... even care on his part; some twisted romance that was growing in her head as she sought escape from the reality of her own mental and physical bondage.&nbsp; At the "<strong>Ahh"</strong> sound she obediently opened her mouth wide and was not surprised when he dropped the half of the piece of sushi into her mouth.&nbsp; She'd always loved sushi and the taste combined with the earlier experience in the same car that Adrian had died in not nine months ago was churning her emotions and sense of guilt and regret.<br><br>Paulette shuddered as his lips pressed against hers, encouraging her to chew.&nbsp; The intimacy was stronger and even more shocking than when he'd penetrated her ass and deposited his seed in her bowels.&nbsp; With this she was face to face and touching him.&nbsp; Her eyes were riveted on his as he dominated her with gaze, with touch and with motion.&nbsp; As she chewed she felt her arousal heighten again.&nbsp; Her body was being fed and watered and as the pain in her violated ass turned to a dull, even pleasant ache her loins began to warm again as new dew flowed down to join the still steady trickle of his seed from her asshole.<br><br>She ate in silence as he chewed and swallowed with her.&nbsp; Paulette held still as he wiped her lips oh so gently with the touch of a lover and then carefully let her sip the water.&nbsp; All during this she watched him, blue eyes into green with hardly a blink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 02:47:49</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Maya Bay Bar &amp; Café<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo put down the chopsticks as she watched him, then picked up the bowl of miso soup.&nbsp; He blew on it, making sure it wasn't too hot, and used the Asian-style soup spoon to get some soup in his mouth.&nbsp; He filled up the bowl of the spoon again, then offered it to her, tipping the spoon so that it got past her lips.<br><br>This continued on, the sharing of sushi and soup and water, until all of it was gone and both their appetites were sated.&nbsp; He asked for the check and got a complimentary bowl of green tea ice cream.&nbsp; <br><br>He alternated between feeding her and feeding himself, but when feeding her, he kept the spoon away from her, so that she had to lean forward and take it in her mouth before tightening her lips around the spoon to get the ice cream in her mouth.<br><br>He thanked his server, Aurelien, gave him a big tip, then stood up.&nbsp; He looked at his slave, then held his hand to the sky and brought it upward, signaling her to stand so she could walk instead of crawl, and then led the way out of the Maya Bar Bar and Café.<br><br>When the valet brought his car, Dr. Okanjo opened the door for his slave, and helped her into the passenger seat.&nbsp; He tipped the valet and got in his car, intent on driving back to his hotel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145840.msg6591167#msg6591167).<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 05:33:51</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. James Suthering; Sutherling's friend, Adrian Dumont<br><br>Paulette watched her master carefully, measuring him and trying to understand him as he fed her.&nbsp; She opened her mouth and drank the soup from the proffered spoon in silence.&nbsp; He was in complete control of her feeding and it was keeping her in state of low level arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd put herself in this situation with her decisions nine months ago and every day thereafter.&nbsp; She needed a firm, strong master who would make her... not just suffer although pain was part of it but make her regret what she'd done, pay for what she'd done and suffer the anguish that had to have gone through Adrian's mind in that unthinkable instant of death.&nbsp; And yet, on a simpler level she appreciated that he wasn't feeding her in a dog bowl or some other even more humiliating fashion.<br><br>Bite by bite, sip by sip she ate as he did.&nbsp; Soon she felt a comfortable fullness even as her body remained at a low level of arousal at her master's dominating, masculine presence.&nbsp; His seed had largely stopped seeping from her ass by the time dinner was done leaving a rapidly drying stain of semen and her own dew.&nbsp; When he fed her the ice cream she was thrown off of her balance as he changed the name of the game and forced her to move forward to take the ice cream.&nbsp; Her eyes met his in confusion and question for a moment as she complied.&nbsp; Unconsciously she made the act of eating the ice cream an erotic episode as her mouth opened and surrounded the spoon and the sweet, tangy treat before sucking it off with her tongue and mouth.<br><br>Finally when he was done she watched him as he motioned for her to stand.&nbsp; She paused for a moment but it only took a gentle tug to rise rapidly to her feet and follow him.&nbsp; Knowing that all eyes were upon the pair she could not resist walking with that supple, haughty poise and sexy sway of hips that she learned on the stage.&nbsp; The high heels that she was still wearing turned her performance into a eye riveting performance.&nbsp; Smiling to herself she locked eyes again for a moment with her master and took her seat on the towel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 16:33:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the floor of a taxi, and at the jewellers<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, Sophie, Darya Lysina and her slave.<br><hr><br>I seemed to be pleasing Mistress. In the store I had enjoyed the familiar feel of the chastity belt slipping on, I had complied willingly with the gag, opening my mouth wide for it, and then when ordered to make my nipples stand up, I would have smiled if the big rubber ball had allowed me to. My fingers went to work instantly, twisting and teasing my sensitive nubs, flicking them and pinching them hard, pulling on them and generally getting myself all excited. Of course, I knew I would get no relief from this, at least not until Mistress decided I should, but then that thought turned me on all the more and suddenly my nipples were rock hard and twice their normal size, the areolae darkening to almost the colour of the man with the blonde slave!<br><br>And then the clamps went on. DAMN did that hurt! Only for a little while, and then I got used to the pain and began enjoying it, but for a moment I wanted to scream. I'd had nipple clamps on before, of course, and a clit clamp, but I'd never had anyone put them on quite that tight.<br><br>I watched Sophie having hers done. She was a little less enthusiastic about it than I was and while I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down my cheek at the pain, Sophie was actually whimpering. It looked like she was tempted to take the clamps off! That would end badly. But she managed to resist and then we crawled as rapidly as we could after Mistress.<br><br>The floor of the taxi was quite filthy and I managed to get bubblegum stuck to my knee, but at least we weren't in there for long. It was horribly cramped as we tried to stay out of the way of Mistress' and Miss Lysina's feet, three slaves all but sitting on each other's laps.<br><br>But it was there, in the taxi, that I realised I was pleasing to Mistress. Why else would she not wish to share me? Her foot pressed hard against my chastity belt and I whimpered in pleasure. It was not my dream to be owned by a woman, but it was my dream to be pleasing to whoever did own me, and it seemed I was succeeding.<br><br>More proof of this came when she pointed out the jewellery she wished to buy for me. Being jerked to my feet was not pleasant and I coughed a little, but then stood quite still as I was measured. Sophie was not doing so well, and I almost felt sorry for her. My eyes went wide at the beautiful jewellery. It would be an honour to wear such. I blushed and inclined my head in a silent thank you to Mistress.<br><br>Back on hands and knees I watched as Sophie reluctantly rolled onto her back and her belt was removed. I guessed what was coming and swallowed hard as my gag was taken out, so I didn't dribble onto the floor. So, here was my chance to let mistress see how well trained I was. <em>No sucking, biting, or anything else, only my tongue.</em> I nodded understanding, not having been given permission to say anything and began lapping delicately at the soft fragrant folds, hairless as all slaves were unless their owners chose to let them grow it.<br><br>She tasted slightly sour, I think through fear, but I could have been wrong. My tongue slid as deep as I could get it into her, plunging in and out, then lapping up between the soft, wet lips to her clit, which I licked around and then vibrated the tip of my tongue against it. Sophie twitched and let out a soft moan behind her gag. I was actually being even crueller than Mistress, because I was doing my utmost to make the poor slave cum. That, I knew, would earn her a punishment, but Mistress wanted to see how good I was. If I could make a trained slave cum against her will, I would surely have no trouble pleasuring a free woman.<br><br>My tongue tracked back down to Sophie's arse hole and pushed firmly against the sphincter. I've never, ever liked giving feuille de rose, but for my new Mistress, I would do so. Sophie squirmed and whimpered, and I moved my tongue up again, lapping from her anus to her clit in long slow strokes, before again shoving it inside her.<br><br>This time she tasted much sweeter, although that could be because my tongue was tainted with her back passage. I wiggled it inside her the tip actually finding her g-spot, which surprised me - it must have been close to her entrance, as my tongue isn't <em>that</em> long. She bucked against my face and moaned again, and I pulled out and went back to teasing her clit with just the tip of my tongue. The temptation to suck on it was strong, but I resisted, just. Sophie was really on the verge of a climax now and struggling to fight it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 17:32:23</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Gare de Monaco, en Route back to the Casino<br><strong>With:</strong> NPCs all: Jimmy, Snobby, two big black geezers and their cock-warmer.<br><hr><br>I ignored the fares on their return as this time they seemed more pre-occupied with each other and with the first man's slave. Their talk about her age didn't concern me. Regardless of the slave laws it was still illegal to have sex with a minor under the age of sixteen, thank whatever gods may still be around, and if they wanted to get themselves put in prison that was no concern of mine. That was at least something to be grateful for, that the arseholes who had put the law in place had at least backed off from the calls of the ultra-right-wing extremists, and left girls with some freedom and the chance to grow up before being taken away for ritual abuse.<br><br>Jimmy cracked the whip again and again Snobby and I strained against the harness. Thank fuck he didn't dothat stupid trick with the brake this time, because the damn thing was (to quote a line from one of my all-time favourite war movies) "heavier than Kelsey's Burgers!" My hoof slipped and I almost fell. The whip struck my backside again and with an annoyed whinnie I regained my footing, threw myself back at the harness and between the two of us, Snobby and I managed to get it moving again.<br><br>You'd think it would be easier going down hill, but it's not. The brakes on a cart like that are leather wrapped wooden blocks that press against a special groove just inside the wheel hub. They aren't hydraulic like the brakes on a car, they are powered by the arm (or sometimes the foot) of the driver, leaning hard onto a long lever. He can only hold them on for so long before they start to overheat, and when he takes them off, the full weight of the cart comes crashing down on your back.<br><br>The way back, fortunately, was mostly along one long main road, the Boulevard Princess Charlotte, which runs straight into the Avenue Saint Michel. We hit the corner at a run, Jimmy being sadistic again, and being on the outside of the bend I was the one racing to keep up. I heard the brakes squealing behind me and the two passengers cried out in alarm, but everything was under control. The cart was more than capable of taking the corner at a gallop with a real horse in the shafts and we were only doing about a quarter of that speed. The clopping of our horseshoes on the road surface rang off the buildings around us as we struggled to slow the carriage in time for the sharper right hand bend at the bottom of the hill. <br><br>All I can say is thank the gods for the stupid European traffic rule that says you have to give way to traffic joining, or we would have been run into by the Toyota land cruiser that we cut out in front of. The driver did the usual French thing of honking at us and swearing at Jimmy, but his heart wasn't really in it. I mean, if you were a guy driving along and you were cut up by a cart being pulled by two very busty naked women with tails in their arses, would you mind? Didn't think so!<br><br>We made it back to the Casino, and our fares paid Jimmy and left. No sugar limps this time, but I wouldn't have taken one from that tit-grabber anyway. Not that I don't like my tits being grabbed, but it gets a bit boring after a while, and if everyone did it, by the end of the day I'd be too bruised to take the milking machine.<br><br>Jimmy switched the meter to off-duty, and snapped the whip out again. "Okay, girls, Home we go." He clicked his tongue at us and we glanced at each other then pulled again, one more time. Back to the stables, a nice rub down, maybe being allowed to cum, a dish of warm oatmeal and lounging under the sprinklers as Mistress promised. Then milking time and back out for the evening drunks.<br><br>Not much of a life, I know, but it had it's compensations. I was still alive, and as Prison had taught me, being alive is the best a woman can hope for these days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 19:50:34</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the back of Emperium once again.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>Coming out of the Emperium's loading yard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142249.msg6543305#msg6543305), I led my slut and the worthless cash-flow problem back to the car and opened it. "Put the creature in the cage, my precious cunt, and make sure it is locked in. Leave the gag in place, I'm sick of it's whining. In fact..." I wriggled back out of my slacks, pulled my panties off and pulled my slacks back up. "In fact, stuff that in it's mouth if it makes one more sound." I handed my panties to Slut, with a sly grin, then climbed into the driver's seat. She was competent to handle the worthless bitch, so I let her get on with it, while I got on the phone.<br><br>I dialled Ryan's number but got his voice mail. "Hi Ryan, it's Linda. I have some merchandise I need to get rid of urgently. BAF didn't want it, and Ryuuji turned me down. I'd like to make something off it to cover my expenses in acquiring it at the least. Hope you can help. Call me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 20:47:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the back of the Emperium, being loaded into a Range Rover.<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Natalya Kobevko<br><br>Okay so I had a little wheep. Or a big one. Give a woman a break. I hadn't slept for days, I had been chained, cuffed, gagged, kicked and collared and now it was all back to square one because the stupid Asian fuck didn't want me. Maybe I just had to be nice to Chocolate and Snow white. Now I was being dragged around back to the car. Whatever fighting I had left me in, it wasn't a lot anyway, was literally dragged out of me. If she would just tell me to walk and get me on my feet I would walk to the car, get in the cage myself but no. No this woman had a sick sense of whatever it was that she hadn't hurt me enough. True I wasn't showing it but after all that happened, could she give me a break? Maybe... I had licked Snow white. Maybe if I was good enough, Snow white would tell Chocolate and maybe she would have me please her as well. Then she would see how good I am and maybe keep me and treat me better. <br><br>My chances for escape to... wherever really were a lot higher if I had at least somebody who trusted me. When we got the car I just hoped Snow white would be gentle but the moment she took me by my long red hair that hope was dashed. It was me helping her a bit and brute force that eventually got me in back of the Range Rover. Made in Great Britain. Great. Great my arse. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Chocolate took off her slacks and panties and then handed the latter to Snow flake. She forcefully stuffed them in my mouth and then put the gag in place. I was squirming and fighting it again for as much as I could with my hands and ankles still tied and soon gave up. I was back in the cage again, naked, sore and dirty but I wouldn't cry anymore. Not in front of these two. She had broken me. I was done fighting and just wanted to be left alone. Even chained up to Chocolate's garage door would be fine for me. <br><br>She was on the phone with somebody. Or maybe voicemail. I guess, by the way she spoke and the length of the conversation, it was a voice mail. Please take this gag out and these cuffs off. I wanted to make a noise to get Chocolate's attention but I knew better. Doing that would result in nothing more than more rage from the bitch. God what hell had I gotten myself into. Wherever we would go, I prayed to God Snowflake was allowed to sit in the front, away from me. I had spend years on my own roaming desert villages trying to stay out of sight and now I had had men and women violate me. Even in the holding bay of that bitch's boat I wasn't alone. Please let Snowflake ride in the front. Please please please. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 22:13:23</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Marie-Claire_avatar_02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Three brief stops then out on the open road.<br><strong>With:</strong> Maman-cunt, Boxstey.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ed6OOCmG0FE/Tw-71R5AQCI/AAAAAAAAB2c/QbnoXFkhqps/s640/2013+Porsche+Boxster.jpg)</div>Leaving the BAF offices behind (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142205.msg6569428#msg6569428), I tooled Boxstey around some bends,and onto the Grand Prix circuit. Of course being public roads at normal times, I couldn't really let Boxstey go, but he was aching to let rip, so I ignored the speed limit and just drove. I had to serve as I went through the tunnel to avoid a surrey being pulled by a really pretty pony-girl, but then I reached where I was heading and pulled up.<br><br>The price of petrol had come down a lot since the slave law - hell the price of everything had come down now we didn't have to pay people to do the menial jobs, but it was still bloody expensive. Still, Papa had an account at this filling station and I filled Boxstey up, charging the fuel to him.<br><br>The slave pumping the fuel glanced at the noises coming from the car's boot, but she didn't even shrug. That form of slave transport was quite common, after all. My next stop was a charcuterie I favoured. I actually paid cash here, because Papa didn't come and until today I hadn't been old enough to open an account of my own. M. Vernie, the owner, congratulated me on my freedom and I thanked him with a smirk at his daughter who was glancing at me enviously, her collar very much in evidence. I bought some sandwiches, some cold sausage and a meat pie, along with a bottle of coke and a package of cheese-puffs, then headed back to the car.<br><br>My third stop was a small slave outfitters just over the border in France. Oh, I could have gone to Emperium, where Papa had an account too, but for some reason, I wanted this to be something that only Maman-cunt and I shared. The shop slave looked at me oddly, and vanished into the back. An older woman, collarless and presumably the owner, came out and said, gently, "I'm sorry, Mam'selle, may I see your licence please?" I produced it proudly and she relaxed and smiled. "Bon anniversaire<sup>1</sup> Mam'selle, and congratulations on your freedom. How may I serve you?"<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://raafayawan.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/col-de-turini-2.jpg)</div>I smiled back and bought a few hundred euros worth of slave training gear. Maman-cunt needed to learn to obey me, without the benefit of the burly BAF thugs.<br><br>After that, I drove up into the mountains. I hadn't realised how much fun driving was, and I just kept on driving and driving, feeding the car around the twisty mountain roads, whipping through tunnels, down-shifting for the hairpins and the steeper sections of the road, exploding past slower moving traffic. The wind whipped my hair and the adrenalin pumped in my veins, as I finally pulled up into a small, secluded lay-by. I vanished into the bushes for a moment and came back feeling much more human. <br><br>First things first, after all. But now I raided the bag of items I'd bought at the slavery shop and pulled out a rather intriguing item called an electro-lash. The lash itself was rubber, but with a number of thin wires on the surface. It was supposed to plug into a mains transformer but interestingly came with an adaptor for a car's cigar lighter socket. I plugged it in and had a couple of practice swings, then opened the boot. "Hello Maman-cunt", I smiled at her. "If you agree to behave I won't hurt you - much. If you don't..." I lashed her across her exposed flesh and pressed the button that sent 12 volts through it.<br><br>"Now, are you hungry, Maman-cunt? I am. If you behave I will let you get out of the boot and have some food. If you don't..." I hit her with the 12 volt whip again, as hard as I could. "Which would you prefer?"<br><br><hr>1] Happy birthday.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 08:28:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/lola_lynn_s1-024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> BAF Office Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Roland Lisson and the bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br><br>The ride in the boot of the car was a living hell.&nbsp; Confined in the memory foam with a mask on my face, barely able to breath, a catheter in my urethra and a plug up my butt it was like I was back in the womb.&nbsp; Marie-Claire drove the car like a maniac through what had to be the hills outside of Monaco.&nbsp; Every twist, turn, bump and squeal of the brakes made me cringe and cry.&nbsp; For the first ten minutes of the ride I screamed hysterically, crying and thrashing inside the boot.&nbsp; I jerked and banged to no avail only managing to exhaust myself.&nbsp; The exertion and fear caused me to start to hyperventilate and I feared I would die back there in the boot.&nbsp; Soon my screams turned to whimpers and tears as I curled myself even tighter and sobbed.&nbsp; <br><br>With each stop hope flared anew and I screamed and banged on the boot.&nbsp; I could hear Marie-Claire speaking to some one as she filled the tank with petrol but no one came to my rescue.&nbsp; At two more stops I continued to try to get someone to free me to no avail.&nbsp; Gods, what was my life going to be like?&nbsp; The bitch said she was going to keep me in the trunk like this for a long time; take me everywhere confined like this.&nbsp; I knew I was going to die from the fear and confinement.&nbsp; The minutes blurred into what seemed like hours as I broke down into terrible dreams.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally when the trunk opened I lay comatose and unmoving, my body still heaving with sobs.&nbsp; Marie-Claire's voice broke into my dark dreams and I raised my head to look up. My face was reddened from crying and the emotional trauma of my confinement.&nbsp; Still, I glared at the little cunt for daring to treat me like this.&nbsp; Whatever I was going to say died stillborn on my lips as the little bitch shocked me with some kind of overpowered cattle prod.&nbsp; I screamed inside the mask and felt the warm trickle inside the catheter as my body convulsed in the most intense pain I had ever felt.&nbsp; When the shock was finally over I lay back limp in my little nest of foam, my sobs racking my body as I struggled to breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;I looked up at Marie-Claire, this time pleading as she asked if I would cooperate.&nbsp; Before I could nod my head yes she shocked me again with the lash.&nbsp; I didn't think a human throat could shape a scream as loud as I screamed that instant.&nbsp; After I regained control of my body I looked back up at my daughter.&nbsp; "Yes, please Marie-Claire I will behave, just don't lash me again.&nbsp; Please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 02:35:15</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Scintilla Jeweler<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>I watched, while Kaelyn maked her slaves play. It maked me uneasy, and uncomfortable, seeing them do such dirty things. The one slave, she looked so happy, she looked like she enjoyed being used, like a filthy sex toy. I hoped, my Darya didn't want me acting, like that, in front of every one. But, I noticed the excited look, in my Darya's eyes, I knowed she liked, what she watched!<br><br>I felt very grateful, when we arrived, at the jeweling shop. I holded my arms together, a little cold. The shop had the nice air conditioning, but for my tiny transparent dress, it was chilly. I watched, very patient, when Darya looked through the big book of designs. She telled me before, of vajazzing, and how she wanted my cunt looking beautiful, for her. I didn't under stand though, what she meaned, until I saw pictures, in the book. I stared, very curious, at the pictures, it seemed very strange!<br><br><strong>"The butterfly then, Miss Lysina,"</strong>, said the big bald artist. Bold and scary tattoos, they covered his strong arms.&nbsp; <strong>"A very good choice, ma'am. Slave, come with me."</strong> He speaked, to me, with the thick rough German accent. <strong>"I do this work back here, in the studio room."</strong><br><br>I followed him, into the studio room. It was tiny, no more big, than a closet! A little row of drawers standed by the door, with a work stool. Bright lights hanged, from the cealing. And a giant chair, like one for medical examinatons, with stirrups, sitted in the middle, of the room. He pointed, at the chair, and closed the door, to the room. <strong>"Sit down, slave."</strong><br><br>I climbed into the chair, and putted my feet, in the stirrups. The big artist pushed my ankles far a part, and he lifted up my little dress, up over my small tits. He gazed down, at me, with admirations. <strong>"Very nice,"</strong>, the big artist said, to me. He looked down, between my spreaded legs. <strong>"Your pretty little cunt, I bet it's nice, and tight,"</strong> He speaked very pleasant, like he telled me, of the weather, or a ball game. <strong>"I bet your mistress, she saves your pussy, for the special ocasions. Or she gives you, to her boy friends, for fucking. You look like a mouth girl, any way."</strong><br><br>I stared at him, very puzzled. <strong>"What is, a mouth girl?"</strong> I asked him.<br><br>The artist stared, at me, very funny. And then, he smiled wicked. <strong>"You're a tease, or you're a very stupid slave,"</strong> he said, to me. <strong>"I bet your mouth sucks cocks amazing good, and you eat cunt, like a dirty little bitch."</strong><br><br>I blushed, very furious! Some times, I hated that my father, he selled me to sweet Ludmilla, many years a go. He selled me, to her, for protecting me. My family, they needed money, but he didn't want me being abused, like other slaves. So, I never getted abused, for a long time. Only when Elena inhereted me, and selled me to my Darya, did I learn of so many naughty things, of sex. And, my Darya treated me very good, most times, so I didn't think dirty ideas, much!<br><br>I shuddered, thinking of cocks, the way the artist telled me, of them. I hadn't ever sucked a man's cock, or letted a man stick his thing, inside my pussy, yet. Darya, she never maked me do that. I only sucked off Darya, or her girl friends, when they weared their big thick strap ons. Darya teached me for deep throating her big rubber cocks, some times she liked almost choking me, with them. But most times, she only maked me use my mouth, and fingers, on her. Or she liked masturbating, with me, in public places, very naughty and fun! But she never maked me fuck a man, like some of her friends maked their slaves. I still worried, that she planned that, for her party, making me fuck a man in front of every one, for the first time!<br><br>I looked at the artist, my eyes big and scared. <strong>"Don't get the funny ideas, for doing things, to me,"</strong> I said, to him. My voice shaked, when I speaked. <strong>"My mistress, she'll be very cross, if you do."</strong><br><br>The artist chuckled. <strong>"Relax you dumb bitch, I wouldn't ever dream, of touching you,"</strong> the big artist said, to me. He lowered his head, between my spreaded legs. His mouth, it rested only inches, from my moist slit. He blowed, on my sex, very gentle. I shivered, and squirmed, and he laughed, very harsh. <strong>"It wouldn't be profesional, of me. I'll only touch, what needs touching, for my work."</strong><br><br>The artist runned his fingers, over my bare mons, very light. Darya gived me treatments, for my skin staying smooth and hairless, for her always. I whimpered, and the artist, he laughed again. <strong>"I needed making sure, your skin, it's prepared proper, for the jewels,"</strong> he said. <strong>"The glues, they don't stick good, to your dirty little pubes."</strong><br><br>The artist reached over, to a row of metal drawers. He reached in one, and he taked out a little metal gun. Also, he taked out a jar, filled with many tiny jewels, and tweazers. He putted the tip, of the gun, on my pretty bare mons. I gasped, very loud, it burned a little!<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry, I should be telling you, the glue's hot,"</strong> the big artist said, to me. He picked up a tiny blue jewel, with his tweazers. And placed it, on the hot drop of glue, on my poor soft skin. He blowed again, between my legs, and he winked, at me. <strong>"So keep still, and shut the fuck up, it won't hurt much if you do. I work more fast, that way."</strong><br><br>I nodded, and I closed my eyes. My small tits, they rised and falled, as I taked deep breaths. The artist, he worked very quick, like he promised! But, he keeped&nbsp; touching my bare flesh, with his glue gun, it hurted, like tiny bug stings! The pain, it always leaved, very quick, after each touch. But, the artist, he needed almost a hundred tiny jewels, for making my Darya's pretty butterfly! My fingers grabbed the sides, of my chair, and I bited my lip, very hard. When he putted on my last tiny jewel, I thought, may be, I almost would pass out!<br><br><strong>"I'm finnished now,"</strong> the big artist said, at last to me. I opened my eyes, I saw him standing, over me. He patted my cunt, with his palm. I realised, very embarassed, that I growed wet, when he glued the hot jewels, to me! <strong>"Get up, your mistress waits, for you."</strong><br><br>I climbed, out of the seat, very slow. The vajazzled butterfly, between my legs, it felt funny, like tiny little shiney pin pricks. When I looked down, I already could see it, glittering very bright. I hoped, that Darya loved it. I hurried, from the little art room, and went over to Darya.<br><br><strong>"Spread your legs, more wide,"</strong> the big artist ordered, to me. He standed behind me. I heard, in his voice, his pride in his work. <strong>"Show your mistress, your pretty pussy,"</strong><br><br>I standed more, with my ankles a part. I putted my hands, on my hips. And I thrusted my crotch, up more, to my amazing Darya. <strong>"Is, is, is it ok, mistress?"</strong> I asked her, very nervous. <strong>"I hope it's beautiful, I always want looking nice, for you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:44:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains<br><strong>With:</strong> Maman-cunt, "Boxstey". (In case you hadn't worked it out from the previous post, that's the car!)<br><br><hr><br>I smiled at Mannan-cunt and put the whip down. "Okay, Because you've never been treated the way a slave should be, Maman-cunt, I will only give you a little punishment for not addressing me correctly. In future, though, you will not speak unless I tell you to, and you will address me as Maitresse. Is that clear? You may answer."<br><br>I waited with my head slightly to one side until Maman-cut agreed to these conditions. "Good slave, now out you get. You may remove the oxygen mask and plug, but... I think we should leave the catheter in place for now, don't you? Just disconnect it from the drain hose. Then kneel just there." I pointed to a spot on the grass beside the passenger door of the car and rummaged in the bag of toys I'd bought. <br><br>The first items I found were a pair of leather mittens. "Hold your hands out and make fists". I expected instant obedience to my commands now. Any disobedience would be met with the electric whip that was still plugged into the car's twelve volt socket. As soon as the slave did as she was told, whether punishment was required or not, I slipped the mittens over Maman-cunt's fists and buckled them in place. I put the two small padlocks in place too, just in case Maman-cunt felt like getting clever with her teeth. "There. You may not use your fingers and thumbs for anything, unless I explicitly give you permission. You will use your tongue for everything you would previously have used your hands for."<br><br>I wanted to see how my slave would cope with this. The mittens were to train her to obey and get used to the restriction, but in time I hoped to remove them and see if the slave would continue as she was trained. In the mean time, though, I had a couple of other "presents" for Maman-cunt. "Put your hands behind your back, now". I ordered and pulled a couple of small leather straps with buckles at one end and eyelets running their entire length from the bag. These "collars" could clearly be fastened into a loop no larger than a few centimetres.<br><br>I lifted Maman-cunt's left breast, caressing it, feeling it's weight in her hands squeezing it gently, almost lovingly. "You know, Maman-cunt, I've always loved your boobs. I actually remember sucking at them, did you know that? Well, I shall do so again. I'm going to see about getting you put on Milkmaid as soon as possible. But in the mean time, Maman-cunt, you need to learn to appreciate how wonderful these bug jugs of yours are."<br><br>And with that, I wrapped one of the belts around the base of Maman-cunt's left breast, pulled it tight and buckled it. I took an educated guess at exactly how tight was too tight and stopped just short. I would keep an eye on Maman-cunt's boobs while I ate. If they started going too dark a colour I could always loosen the straps. I quickly applied the second strap to Maman-cunt's right breast. "There does that feel nice? Good." I didn't wait for an answer and didn't give permission for my slave to give one. "Now, on hands and knees".<br><br>I picked up the bag of food and the bag of "toys" and led Maman-cunt over to where a break in the trees afforded a fantastic view down the valley to the distant Mediterranean. Before eating, though, I paused. "Ah, but there is the little matter of you calling me by my name. A light punishment". I thought for a moment, and then pulled a riding crop from the bag and without any further warning or hesitation, laid it three times, hard and fast, across Maman-cunt's huge bottom.<br><br>"There. That's out of the way." I picked up the food bag and pulled out one of the cold sausages, tore open its wrapper, then tore the sausage into bite-sized pieces. I dropped these back into the small plastic bag, which I opened a bit wider. I moved Maman-cunt so she was sideways to the view then with an exaggerated sigh of contentment I sat on her back. I placed the broken sausage in front of her face on the ground and picked up my meat pie.<br><br>This was certainly the life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 04:11:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/lola_lynn_s1-024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains<br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br><br>I glared at my daughter despite my heaving, sweaty body.&nbsp; The pain, the humiliation and the hysteria of the confinement warred with my pride and anger at the ungrateful bitch.&nbsp; Yet my eyes slipped over to the whip and I knew that I would not resist her.&nbsp; I had never, ever suffered pain like Marie-Claire had inflicted with the whip.&nbsp; I knew that I could not fight her while she held the whip and I don’t think that I could muster the will power as I was still trembling from the effects of being confined.&nbsp; Reluctantly I nodded, my answer muffled by the mask, my voice quavering and tearful.&nbsp; “Yes… yes.. Maitresse.”<br><br>It was a struggle to climb out of the boot of the car.&nbsp; I had always kept my body in great shape, working out at least once a day with aerobics or bicycle riding.&nbsp; Roland had found a doctor who administered a high calorie, high fat and protein diet that kept my figure full, my breasts and hips heavy with the jiggling ass that he loved despite constant exercise.&nbsp; He loved the contrast between my aerobic shape and the soft pillows of my breasts, the rounded shape of my belly, the generous swell of my ass and the full pillars of my thighs and hips.&nbsp; All of this made it difficult to climb out of the tight pocket created for me in the boot.&nbsp; I had a moment of panic and I thrashed hysterically for a few seconds before I stopped and took a deep breath.&nbsp; Finally I pulled myself out of the nest of memory foam.<br><br>Standing nude with the mask on my face, the catheter between my legs and the dildo firmly implanted in my ass, my skin flushed with my fear and humiliation.&nbsp; With a nod I removed the mask and placed it carefully in the boot.&nbsp; I did not want to dirty it knowing that I would again be wearing it.&nbsp; I paused for a moment as my hand drifted back to touch the hard probe in my back channel.&nbsp; I had never, ever liked being taken there and Roland had only tried it once or twice in our entire marriage and then only when I was quite inebriated.&nbsp; Now this thing was stretching my clenched rosebud in an intimate embrace.&nbsp; Had I not been so thoroughly beaten by the whip and the experience in the boot I would have been screaming to remove the intruder in by bowels.&nbsp; Embarrassed by the thought of pulling something out of my body in front of my daughter I looked down and away.&nbsp; Gripping the hard rubber I had to bend over slightly for leverage and tug hard to remove the horrid thing.&nbsp; Not looking at it I deposited it in the boot.&nbsp; The catheter was an entirely different problem.&nbsp; At first I could not unsnap the connections and it was not until I squatted as though I was going to pee that I was able to remove the tube. <br><br>Standing now free of everything but the irritating pressure of the catheter I looked with a mixture of fear and horror at the leather mittens.&nbsp; Where had my daughter learned of such things, such instruments of bondage?&nbsp; It had to be that damn school for Free Girls that we sent her to.&nbsp; Kneeling, I held out my hands in obedience; it only took a single glance at the whip held loosely in the Bitch’s hand to comply.&nbsp; I clenched my hands in fists and cringed, my eyes closed as Marie-Claire buckled the mittens onto my hands.&nbsp; I opened my eyes and looked down before meeting hers in horror as I tried to flex my hands.&nbsp; My hands would be useless fists encased in the cruel leather of the mittens.&nbsp; What kind of animal was she trying to treat me as?&nbsp; I could only nod to her commands; surely she wouldn’t take away the use of my hands for long?<br><br><br>I continued to flex my hands inside the mittens as I sought some escape from the confinement.&nbsp; I hesitantly moved my hands behind my back.&nbsp; The kneeling position exposed me far too much with my heavy breasts sitting proudly on my chest.&nbsp; My eyes widened as I watched Marie-Claire remove the straps and buckles and thought for a moment of fighting back.&nbsp; I knew that with the whip as well as the loss of my hands that I stood no chance in a fight with my daughter.&nbsp; Besides, this all had to be some kind of cruel joke and she would release me, apologize and take me home at any moment.<br><br>I cringed at the feel of Marie-Claire’s hands on my breast.&nbsp; I was proud of the lushness of my body but most proud of the full, soft expanse of my breasts.&nbsp; Exercise and daily treatments kept them tight and proud on my chest.&nbsp; Other women had artificial enhancements but my Roland never looked at another woman’s chest as long as he had mine to fondle.&nbsp; But my flesh was well trained and despite my distaste my nipple erected under my daughter’s caress.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>My head shook at the mention of Milkmaid.&nbsp; Still I had the sense to not speak up, having seen enough movies and watched others treat their slaves to know what punishment was in store for me if I objected.&nbsp; I had gladly nursed my daughter until she was two. It was a bond between us and I loved the feel of her mouth on my nipples and the warm glow of contentment that flooded me as the lactating hormones flooded my body.&nbsp; Also, Roland loved the tight fullness that lactation brought to my breasts and I had to admit that he sampled my wares in the privacy of our room.<br><br>Cringing and jerking back, I whimpered as Marie-Claire wrapped the strap around my breast and tightened it most cruelly.&nbsp; I cried out in wordless pain and shock as first one breast was confined and then the other.&nbsp; I started to speak but a tap on my flank with just the side of the whip shut my mouth.&nbsp; The whip reminded me of my predicament and I went quickly to my hands and knees as commanded. My fists in the mittens were more like the paws of an animal and I shuddered wondering if my daughter was going to abuse me somehow.<br><br>I stumbled and jerked as I followed Marie-Claire through the grass and trees to the overlook.&nbsp; My breasts ached with the impact of the straps and my flesh jiggled and shifted as I awkwardly crawled after her.&nbsp; Always I had secretly despised slave owners who made their slaves crawl about like animals but here I was following the Bitch like a bitch myself. I was choking and gasping by the time we stopped as the Bitch had pulled mercilessly on my leash when I lagged behind her.&nbsp; I panted, my face flushed with exertion and shortness of breath caused by the constriction of the collar as Marie-Claire looked down upon me.&nbsp; I looked up at her, my inferior position making it difficult to maintain any dignity.&nbsp; At the mention of punishment I shook my head and then cringed at the sight of the crop.&nbsp; With each stroke of the leather I yelped and shifted.&nbsp; My heavy, padded ass shifted and jiggled under the blows but the added fullness did nothing to mitigate the pain of the lashing.&nbsp; Roland never used whips or even spanking in our sex play; he preferred pinching and squeezing when we became particularly frenzied.&nbsp; From early on in our relationship I had made it very plain that I regarded spanking and whipping as very de classe.&nbsp; I had never laid a finger on Marie-Claire but from the way she was treating me, the spoiled bitch, perhaps it would have been better had we not spared the rod and perhaps ended up with a less spoiled and ungrateful child.<br><br>Stinging with pain and quite angry with the spoiled girl I allowed the threat of the crop and the whip to control my actions.&nbsp; I shifted as she liked and growled to myself as she used me as a seat.&nbsp; The placement of the sausage on the ground in front of me like I was a dog was the last straw and I pointedly ignored it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 15:14:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-ClaireAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains<br><strong>With:</strong> Maman-cunt, "Boxstey". <br><br><hr><br>I finished my food, and noticed that Maman-cunt had not touched hers. I was cross about that. "Maman-cunt, you are being naughty. What did you always tell me? It's a sin to waste good food when there are children starving in the world? Now eat up your sausage like a good slave, because if you don't you won't get anything else until you do!"<br><br>Oh how I loved the irony of that. When I was six, while the French Government was still debating the slave law, and the riots were going on in Paris and Berlin, I had developed what they call a childhood food-fad. I refused to eat anything that didn't have either chocolate or tomato ketchup on. Not exactly unusual for a six year old. <br><br>Well, Maman, as she was then, had cured me of it in the most dramatic fashion. papa was out of town on a business trip, and Mama was able to carry out her plan without his intervention. All the chocolate and the tomato ketchup was hidden away out of reach, where i couldn't get it. And then I was presented with the same meal, at breakfast, lunch and dinner. The food was re-heated in the microwave, put in front of me, I refused to eat it, it was taken away, covered and put in the fridge. By the end of the second day, I was beginning to waver. At Breakfast on the third day I broke down and ate the food. It was really delicious, and I was so hungry by then that I cleaned my plate, Brussels sprouts and all. If you've never had a roast dinner for breakfast, I do recommend it!<br><br>When Papa came home, he was surprised to find that I was eating normal food again! He would never have let Maman get away with such a cruel trick. But now, of course, the tables were reversed. Maman-cunt was in my power and if she didn't eat her cold sausage she would get the same cold sausage for dinner.<br><br>But now, I wanted some fun. I stood up and moved behind Maman-cunt, pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties off. In the bag of toys was something the shopkeeper had called a strap-on. I'd never seen one before outside of porn films but the woman had explained how it worked and I'd been rather thrilled. I fitted the thing on and showed it to Maman-cunt. "There. Do you like that? Tell me, would you like this up your arse or in your cunt? You may answer."<br><br>But I didn't care what her answer was. I'd seen the way she reacted to the anal plug. She hated it. "I tell you what, slave, you suck it and get it nice and wet for Maitress, and Maitress will put it in you more easily" I knelt in front of her and giggled. "now, don't be silly. You don't want this going inside you with no lubrication, do you?"<br><br>I'd always wondered, watching porn, how having another woman suck on a plastic rod could cause the woman wearing it to moan in pleasure. I'd always assumed they were putting it on for the cameras. But the way the thing moved against my sex and especially my hardened clit did make me moan in pleasure. Perhaps not quite as enthusiastically as the porn-girls, but it felt good. After a few minutes of this, I pulled the nicely wet dildo from Maman-cunt's mouth. "Now, turn around and show me your holes."<br><br>Maman-cunt looked like she was going to refuse and I reached for the riding crop. I slapped her with it across her breasts, one blow each, just to get the point across that I could, and then shoved my plastic cock hard into her arse hole. I leaned forward and lay on top of her, my hands grasping those magnificent boobs. It felt so good to be doing this, especially out here in public, no matter how secluded the place, and with the woman who had given birth to me.<br><br>It wasn't the action of the back of the dildo on my sex that made me cum, so much as the idea of what I was actually doing, together with the feel of her big soft arse against my tummy and her wonderfully full and floppy breasts in my hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 01:42:53</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Scintilla Jeweler<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lysina; Darya's slave&nbsp; Valentina Khorkina; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; store slave<br><br><hr><br>Tillie seemed to be quite talented with its tongue and Kaelyn knew she'd get good use out of the slave. Sophie was whimpering, its hips undulating desperately as it tried to stave off an orgasm. When it turned wide, desperate eyes towards Kaelyn, she laughed and leaned forward to pet Tillie on the head. "<strong>Keep going, my little slut, don't stop until instructed to do so.</strong>"<br><br>It wasn't long before Sophie let out a long moan from behind the gag, its head tilting back and body locking as it came. That alone let Kaelyn know that this one wasn't for her to keep. She'd turn it over to the brothel, let Jacque do what he wanted with it – he had always wanted a slave available so that men could relieve themselves as they waited for their set appointments. Kaelyn nodded at Tillie, making a <em>go on</em> gesture and then signaled the store slave over.<br><br>"<strong>I'll need some moist towelettes and two bottles of your finest water.</strong>" The slave nodded and walked off.<br><br>Kaelyn watched as Tillie continued to do as ordered and she had to admire its technique, wondering if it'd do so well while submerged under water for extended amounts of time. She was pulled out of her musings when the store slave came back with a tray holding four towelettes and two glass bottles of water. The slave stood off to the side, waiting for its next order as Kaelyn continued to watch her slaves.<br><br>Sophie was close, its eyes showing panic at the possibility of coming again. Kaelyn waited until she was sure the cunt was about to come before pulling Tillie away with a harsh tug. "<strong>Very well done, my slut, I'm quite encouraged at seeing your performance just now.</strong>" She picked up the two silver locks and handed them to Tillie. "<strong>Lock up the slut, quickly.</strong>" Tillie did as told and when finished, Kaelyn pulled it over.<br><br>"<strong>I was right about you, my little one.</strong>" Her tone was gentle, as was her smile. She took one of the towelettes from the tray, still warm, and wiped the mess on Tillie's face away. Her right hand cupped the slut's face, her fingers pressing hard against its skin. "<strong>This is only the beginning and once you're fully trained, you'll be the perfect slave.</strong>" Kaelyn exchanged the towelette for another and continued, making sure to get every last trace of Sophie's pussy juice. "<strong>I also have the feeling that Brutus will love you, I'm sure you'll service him just as well me. Once you're ready for him, that is.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn set the towel back on the tray and, with her hand still holding Tillie's face, tugged Sophie up. She enjoyed the slave's noises as it gagged and scrambled to comply the silent command. When it looked up at her, Kaelyn sneered at it and slapped it across its face, leaving a harsh red mark. "<strong>I'll see to your punishment for disobeying me, slut, once I'm home. For now try to keep from embarrassing me further.</strong>"<br><br>She turned back to Tillie and tilted its head up. "<strong>We're going to start your training right away, little cunt. Slave,</strong>" Kaelyn looked at the store slave, "<strong>uncap the bottles.</strong>" The slave did as told and held the tray a little lower, so as to make it easier for Kaelyn to reach the bottles. "<strong>You see, little cunt, as you now belong to me I control every aspect of your being. When and how you eat, sleep, breath, <em>everything</em>. And this,</strong>" she took one of the bottles and held it to Tillie's lips, "<strong>is just the beginning. Drink.</strong>"<br><br>Her fingers tightened their hold on the cunt's face, long nails digging into the soft skin. Kaelyn tilted the bottle so the water kept flowing, forcing the slave to drink it all down. When the bottle was empty, she set it back on the tray and took up the other one. Any bit of resistance from Tillie was ignored and the second bottle was quickly emptied into the slave's mouth.<br><br>"<strong>Very good, little one.</strong>" At the other end of the store, Darya's slave had exited the back, a new glittering shape just above its cunt. It looked attractive and Kaelyn could see the appeal; however, she would prefer something more permanent for her slaves. "<strong>I'll get you a pretty tattoo like Darya's slut has, but we'll make it permanent. I'm sure you'll agree it'd look much better that way.</strong>" Kaelyn laughed softly at the look on her slave's face and rested her free hand against its cheek. She petted the slut, her hand soft compared the hard hold on its face. It would take time and patience, but Kaelyn was sure that this slave would soon become the perfect accessory.<br><br>The ball gag that Tillie had worn was wiped down with one of the now cool towelettes and then fastened back on the slave's face, the silver locks clicking into place. Kaelyn stood up, signaled for her slaves to follow, and made her way over to Darya.<br><br>She smiled at her friend and ran an appreciating eye over Valentina's new tattoo. "<strong>I see the appeal it has, your cunt looks quite lovely with that on.</strong>" The store slave came over, this time holding two packages and a slip for Kaelyn to sign. She did so and slipped the small bags into her purse. "<strong>Darya, while I've had an absolutely lovely day with you today, I'm afraid we'll have to part now. I want ample time to get ready for your party. I must look my best, after all. Or did you have somewhere else that you wanted to go to?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 11:24:36</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Shops<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>In the third clothing store for the day, with him desiring her to be absolutely perfect for when he walked her around the city. Today he was thinking that he may very well put her in something that she would have worn when she was free but then there would also be a kind of pleasure that he could take from her dressing conservative on the outside while being very sexy underneath. His eyes had a glow at the thought of her having so much trouble to act proper without the ability to back talk or fight. This nearly prompted a laugh, he was sure she would try to talk back but she knew that there were going to be consequences for such actions.<br><br>Phillipe went over to the aisle with a black business skirt that stopped just before her knees, he handed it to her before walking across to where they had a white dress shirt that had long sleeves. "This with some stockings, four inch black heels, a nice updo and I am sure you would look like quite the professional woman. Oh wait, you prefer something that shows off skin don't you? It is not going to happen today." He told her with a smirk as he handed her all of the clothes. "We will take these up to the front and then buy them from here we will get your hair done and then proceed about our daily business."<br><br>Their daily business was usually a luncheon with someone whose money he handled in the area to give them a report of some kind. If not that then he would to see if there was any menial job she could do for the day for her upkeep or even some pony training since he had to do that at least twice a week to keep her in good shape for competition though he usually ran her three times a week to ensure her amazing performance at the races.<br><br>When he went up to the store clerk, the collared girl smiled at him knowing that he was buying his slave something to wear just as he usually did. He pulled out his card which the girl quickly swiped before it was handed back to him. "All is well, Sir. Shall I be seeing you tomorrow?" He looked to her and shrugged. "All depends on how I feel like dressing her." He replied with a smile.<br><br>"Dressing room." He told her as he walked over to them holding the door open for her to get in and change like she was expected to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 23:02:56</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the jewellers.<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, Sophie, Darya Lysina and her slave Valentina, plus a shop slave.<br><hr><br>I grinned triumphantly to myself as Sophie's sweet, sweet juices sprayed my face and she suffered defeat at my mouth. Serves her right. Heck, I'd lasted twice this long with vibrators clipped to nipples and clit and set on high, during my training. Mistress told me to continue and so I did, lapping up all of Sophie's cum. I'd never really enjoyed the taste of another woman, but as I had a female owner now, I imagined I would need to get used to it.<br><br>Sophie was beginning to twitch again and was just on the verge of another climax when a yank on my collar dragged me off her. I stifled a cough as my throat closed for a moment. <em>She's a brutal one,</em> I told myself. <em>Get used to being jerked, dragged, choked...</em> Fear and excitement filled my belly with butterflies. Anticipation of whatever she would do to me next.<br><br>I put Sophie's chastity belt on again, locking it in place. The silly bitch was gasping and almost in tears, terrified of climaxing again, but desperate to do so. I kept my expression neutral, knowing that when my turn came I would be putting my own chastity belt back on at Mistress' orders rather than being forced into it by another slave like some unbroken repo<sup>1</sup>.<br><br>Suddenly she was being kind, wiping my face with a warm, wet cloth, cleaning me up. I smiled my thanks, my eyes shining as I blinked at her wordlessly, my whole demeanour one of subservience and gratitude. Her mention of someone called Brutus made me raise an eyebrow. Was this her husband? Her son? Her brother? Had she bought me as a gift for a male relative? No matter. I was equally adept at pleasing men as women.<br><br>The slap to Sophie's face made me wince slightly in sympathy. But there was jealousy there too. Mistress had actually wasted energy slapping the other slave. I would happily have done it for her had she asked me to and freed my hands. But Mistress was by no means done with me. She told me what I already knew. I was hers body, mind and spirit. The emphasis on <em>everything</em> was lost on me for a moment, until she forced my mouth open and poured a litre bottle of water into it. <br><br>I drank as quickly as I could, knowing I would regret it if I spilled so much as a drop. But a litre of water is a lot to take in all in one go like that, especially when one is not thirsty. Admittedly it did take the taste of Sophie out of my mouth, but I quickly realised that my tummy was going to fill up. When Mistress started to pour the second bottle down my throat, I was stupid. I almost tried to close my mouth. It was forced open again and I relaxed and just kept swallowing. It was that or drown, after all.<br><br>With two litres of water in me, I could feel my tummy gurgling and sloshing. I'd suddenly developed a bit of a paunch. And all at once I realised what that emphasis had meant. Mistress controlled<em> everything</em> about me. Including my bladder... I looked at her with resignation in my eyes and willingly opened my mouth for the gag. It was nice of her to clean it off, too. It left a slight taste of Sophie on the plastic, but that was okay. <br><br>I just hoped against hope that she wasn't planning on tattooing my belly while it was full of water, because if she did, the tattooist would be in for a nasty surprise. I tried as hard as I could to get this across with just my eyes and Mistress laughed. I think she got the message though because she took a coupel of packages and then told the other freewoman that she was going to leave to prepare for a party.<br><br>As soon as she released my face, I had stepped back half a step to give her room and lowered my face, looking at her feet. Unsure whether to remain standing or kneel, I opted to stay as she had left me. She wanted to control my every movement, and so I would remain as she had left me except to keep out of her way. Mistress was brutal, I could tell. I was certain that I would be in for sufficient pain to satisfy my natural masochism, without having to earn any punishments.<br><br><hr>1] Repo = repossession. A shorthand way of saying "A woman who couldn't pay her annual licence fee and got arrested by the state".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 02:41:57</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains<br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br><br>I looked up at the cruel bitch of my daughter as she pointed at the sausage on the ground.&nbsp; That session when she'd been six had been one of the last times I had been able to discipline the child properly.&nbsp; Had Roland not immediately spoiled her by buying her a brand new bike and taking her to Euro Disney then there might have been some chance to raise her to be a polite, normal child.&nbsp; I knew there was pain to come but not seeking to provoke more and certainly not certain of when I might eat again I leaned down and took the piece of meat in my mouth.&nbsp; I was always hungry, a side effect of the hormonal tweaks that Roland had asked me to take in order to keep my body plump but not quite obese. I took one bite and chewed, not speaking to her but watching the evil girl out of the corner of my eye.&nbsp; I grew worried as she&nbsp; pulled up her skirt and dropped her panties to the grass as I choked down the last bite of the sausage that was covered with dirt on one side.<br><br>My concern turned to horror as Marie-Claire pulled a strap on penis from her bag of perverted toys.&nbsp; Oh I'd seen such things, one couldn't miss them as the TV was full of female-female sex as well as normal male-female copulation.&nbsp; I knew what it was certainly but had never expected to see my own daughter wearing one and absolutely never expected her to be waving it in my face.&nbsp; I cringed at the thought of being impaled on it and quickly answered my daughter.&nbsp; "Maitress, please stick it in my... in this slave's cunt."&nbsp; Both my holes cringed at the thought of being reamed or buggered by that hard piece of plastic.&nbsp; I looked at her with all the distaste and horror that I could muster as she knelt in front of me and held the terrible thing in front of my face.&nbsp; I shook my head slightly but when Marie-Claire pressed the abhorrent thing against my lips I reluctantly opened them and began licking and sucking.&nbsp; The riding crop and the electric whip enforced her demands and I knew that it was going to pierce me soon; as she said I might as well lubricate it a bit.<br><br>I was a good cock sucker having signed up for twice weekly classes at the gym.&nbsp; We occasionally used rubber dildos so I was familiar with sucking on an inanimate object although I much, much preferred real male flesh.&nbsp; I tired to forget what I was doing and focus on licking the hard shaft but hearing Marie-Claire get off on what I was doing made me sick to the stomach.&nbsp; When she pulled out suddenly my lips were still around the shaft and there was a faint 'pop' as well as a strand of my saliva connected to the end of the horrid thing.<br><br>When my daughter ordered me to turn around and expose myself to her I balked, at least at first.&nbsp; The motion toward the crop got me moving again but not quickly enough to avoid a pair of painful strokes from the leather instrument, one on each heavy breast.&nbsp; I turned and arched my back to present my holes and prayed that she would take me in my womanhood.&nbsp; At the touch of her hands on my ass and the wet plastic on my arse hole I cried out but could not pull away.&nbsp; "Merde!&nbsp; Oh merde!" Despite the plug my ass was on fire as the blazing rod of the dildo penetrated my bowels.&nbsp; The plug had been sleek and smooth while this dildo had a cruel, flared head and bumps and the Bitch shoved it into me without mercy.&nbsp; My screams turned to sobs as she pummeled me, her hands on my soft breasts.&nbsp; My sobs continued until she stiffened against me in orgasm and I collapsed face down in the grass, her dildo lewdly plugging my rear hole.&nbsp; The intimate feeling of laying with Roland had always been my favorite part of intercourse and here I was tied to my daughter with this dildo up my bowels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 03:04:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Scintilla Jeweler; In a taxi on the way to her penthouse<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lysina; Darya's slave&nbsp; Valentina Khorkina; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; store slave<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn smiled at Darya as she confirmed that there was nowhere else to go. "<strong>In that case, I'm going to leave. I'll see you later tonight, my dear.</strong>" She leaned forward and kissed her friend on the cheek before walking out of the store and stopping to hail a taxi, her slaves trailing behind her.<br><br>When the taxi pulled in front of them, Kaelyn opened the door and told Sophie to get in and kneel on the floor; the slut did as told, its faced flushed still and a scared look in its eyes. Before Tillie could follow Kaelyn jerked on the leash and pointed to the seat on the far side. "<strong>On your knees, facing me and hands palm up on your thighs.</strong>" Tillie got in and positioned itself as directed. Kaelyn followed, settling herself comfortably and gave the driver her address. It would be a short ride, no more than ten minutes, but long enough for Kaelyn to do what she wanted to Tillie.<br><br>She turned slightly to look at the slave and smiled, running her hand lightly down the front of its body and rubbing her thumb over the clamped nipple of the left breast. "<strong>I want you to cup your breasts with your hands, pushing them up and together.</strong>" Kaelyn pulled her hand away and waited as Tillie obeyed, then from her purse she took out a small lock, a black one, and reached over to the chain hanging from the clamps. She pulled the two ends of the chain together so that the length between the clamps was shortened and hooked the lock through two links, closing it.<br><br>Leaning back, Kaelyn examined her slut and smirked. "<strong>You are to stay in that position until told otherwise.</strong>" She tugged on the chain. "<strong>When we reach our destination, you are to get out of the car while still holding yourself and you are then to walk on your knees behind me.</strong>"<br><br>The taxi stopped in front of her building and she stepped out after sliding her credit card through the small payment machine. Sophie crawled out, obediently waiting on all fours by Kaelyn's side. She watched in amusement as Tillie got out and decided that she'd have to make up more interesting little tasks for her slave. Once the cunt was out of the car, she shut the door and walked into the building. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146828.msg6635539#msg6635539)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 03:21:37</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje followed Phillipe around the stores her head held high and her walk graceful and elegant.&nbsp; At least while walking about she could act like a human being with pride and dignity.&nbsp; It was the pony races that she dreaded when she was treated no better than an animal, touched, pinched, whipped and fucked like a helpless mare.&nbsp; Still, she thought with pride, I can beat most of those bitches in the short sprint and hold my own in the longer mile trot.&nbsp; The only thing I didn't do well was the two pony team events as I couldn't stand to cooperate with one of those broken pony sluts.&nbsp; Ludwig Bernake had bought me and broken me to the pony racing but he had never taken my spirit, or at least all of it anyway.<br><br>My master had me nude of course for going out and buying clothing.&nbsp; It made the contrast between the normal gowns and business suits that he dressed me in and my naked body all the more stark.&nbsp; I knew my body was lush, curved and inviting and even after two years of training, pony racing and now my new master's ownership I resented being displayed like this.&nbsp; I was not an animal, not a piece of property and would not be treated this way.&nbsp; I knew somehow my parents would rescue me but in the meantime I kept my pride to myself.<br><br>At the look of the black dress and then the white I snorted.&nbsp; I couldn't resist the comment; "As if..." at his mention of showing off skin.&nbsp; I knew I would suffer for it but the gleam in his eyes as I knew he was contemplating secretly humiliating me just angered me to no end.&nbsp; I knew that he did it on purpose, knowing it angered me but I could not just let him win every time.&nbsp; Deep inside I was still the heiress to enough money to buy everyone of this assholes a dozen times over!<br><br>As Phillipe handed me the dresses I frowned but took them.&nbsp; I certainly did not want to walk around the town like a dog for a week and dressing up as a professional assistant even if I was panty less underneath or wearing no bra was better than nudity.&nbsp; At least I could pretend I was still on top of the world.&nbsp; I followed him to the register and stood emotionless, my face blank as the little register-slut rang them up.&nbsp; I ignored her little snippy look and raised my nose a bit at her plebeian status.&nbsp; Even though perverse I was still a famous racer and everyone still knew my face from being on the cover of every magazine and in the society sections of even the tabloids.<br><br>I nodded my head in response to his command and headed into the dressing rooms.&nbsp; I swerved into the one in the back knowing from experience that it was the largest and had a nice padded chair for master to sit in.&nbsp; I'd been raped brutally and had sex gently many times in these dressing rooms and I preferred to be bent over a nice piece of furniture or kneeling on new carpet.&nbsp; Once inside I hung the white and black dresses on a hanger and turned to face my master as the door closed.&nbsp; I could hear other sluts getting fucked in the adjacent rooms but did my best to ignore it.&nbsp; I was never fucked, I <em>made love</em> or <em>had sex</em> unlike those other sluts.<br><br>Reaching behind my back I unzipped my elegant sundress and pulled it up over my head.&nbsp; My full breasts bounced freely as I had no bra but my sex was encased in a full pair of granny panties.&nbsp; It was a cruel joke of Phillipe's and served only to annoy me.&nbsp; Folding the dress neatly for I was always careful with my clothing, I smiled falsely at him and asked in my most ingratiating voice;&nbsp; "Which dress would you like me to try on first Master?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 10:41:53</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains, and heading back to town<br><strong>With:</strong> Maman-cunt, "Boxstey". <br><hr><br>It was probably the most amazing climax I'd ever had in my short life so far. <em>Le Petit Mort</em> is right! I lay, panting, on top of Maman-cunt for a while, she was so soft and comfortable. Finally, though, I knew I had to move. "Viens-toi<sup>1</sup>, Maman-cunt", I told her, as I stood up. The strap-on was rather disgusting and I took it off, wiped it on a leaf and decided i didn't want it in the car. It would go in the boot with the slave. I would make her wash it when we got home - in whatever way she deserved.<br><br>I opened the car boot. "In you get Maman-cunt, there's a good pet. I smiled at her. I was feeling mellow. "If you're a good slave and behave yourself, Maitres will let to wash the dildo under the tap when we get home. If you're really good, I might even let you cum.<br><br>As soon as she was in the padding, I attached the catheter tube and re-inserted the anal plug and slipped the air mask back over her face. Then just to see if she would survive, I pushed a nice big vibrator egg inside her. It was one of those remote controlled ones with a range of about three metres. I slipped the remote into my pocket, after turning the vibrator to a nice comfortable low buzz.<br><br>Chucking wickedly, I told Maman-cunt, "If you cum, I will know and I will make you lick this clean." I dropped the smelly strap-on between her breasts and closed the boot, locking her back in the darkness. Then I climbed back into the driving seat of my second favourite plaything, and drove recklessly back into the city.<br><br><br><hr>1] Viens-toi = Come (you). French is less confusing than English where the word "Come" could be mistaken as permission to climax. I suspect that idiomatic French would use the word "Jouis" (enjoy) for that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 21:20:13</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Picnic in the mountains<br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br><br>My sobbing died away as my daughter finished off on top of me.&nbsp; My bowels and tight passage were burning with the impact of the dildo and me entire bottom was throbbing as Marie-Claire slumped on top of me, the shaft still wedged in my rear.&nbsp; I remained still for a moment, my violated hole gaping open until I straightened up and clenched my soft ass cheeks together to hide my shame.<br><br>At her command I crawled over to the car, my heart sinking as I realized that she intended to put me back in the tight boot of the car.&nbsp; I started to shiver and dry sob when she pointed to the little padded compartment.&nbsp; I stood shakily and stared at her, at the claustrophobic nest in the foam and then disgusting, used strap on.&nbsp; I hesitated for a long while and at her tapping, impatient motion crawled into the coffin shaped space.&nbsp; &nbsp;My eyes closed and I gritted my teeth as she reattached the catheter but the dildo in my sore, stretched ass elicited a man and another sob.&nbsp; By the time the air mask was slipped over my face I was panting, almost hyperventilating as fear threatened to overwhelm me again.<br><br>Somehow I mastered my fear adn laid back quietly or almost quietly when the little bitch played her next set of tricks.&nbsp; First she lifted my leg and pressed a vibrating egg inside my pussy.&nbsp; Immediately I clenched and found myself humming as the little device brought my arousal to the fore.&nbsp; Then the terrible strap on was shoved between the heavy pillows of my breasts as I squirmed under the impact of the vibrator.&nbsp; As the door closed I cried out and the fell back into darkness and my fear and the delicious torture of the vibrator...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 19:34:36</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Scintilla Jeweler<br><strong>With:</strong> Myshka, Kaelyn Richelieu, Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>I was browsing the shop for other fine jewels that I didn't really needed or wanted when Myshka came back out. The man gave her orders and I didn't like that. <br><br><strong>"I will be the one to decide whether or not she shows me. Not you."</strong><br><br>Sometimes I was really happy my dad had infinite money because if I ever got to be a slave... well a lot of men would do things to me. I was arrogant and pretty and won a few gold medals. The price of me would be quite high as well. <br><br><strong>"You look fabulous Myshka,"</strong> I told her to comfort her as I noticed how nervous she was. <br><br>I'd fuck her with the new toy before the party as another reward as well but she didn't know that yet. I ran my fingers over the little diamonds and crystals and kissed her. <br><br>Kaelyn told me she wanted some time and although I suggested we'd go to the Galaxy to prepare, understandably, she wanted to go home with her new slaves. <br><br><strong>"Alright I'll see you tonight then."</strong><br><br>I browsed a bit more and bought a very expensive diamond laid ring and then told the shop slave to call us a cab. After I was sure the call was made I told Myshka to get her clothes, the little dress, on again and waited outside for the taxi. Monaco was quite pretty in it's own way. The rather steep mountains surrounding the city and the many highrise buildings in sharp contrast to the azure blue ocean. From here, I could see the Galaxy moored off shore. Hell, everybody in the city could see the damn thing. It wasn't my boat but my dad's but since he was on a business trip to God knows where with lots of female and male slaves (for mom) he'd told me I could use it. The taxi arrived as I was admiring the city and I told the driver to bring us back to the restaurant to collect my car. <br><br>About thirty minutes later I parked the yellow Maserati on the parking lot of the marina and told my helpers to get another ferry boat so my guests wouldn't have to wait to be brought aboard the Galaxy. Then me and Myshka got in the small boat and onto the Galaxy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 10:29:34</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing room<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>"I think it is best that you are wearing nothing underneath the dresses that you are about to try on. So off with everything and then we will go with the white to begin." Phillip told her as he sat on the small bench in the corner of the dressing room where his eyes were only focused on one thing and that was her. He liked to take liberties from her on a regular basis, but he was not all that predictable as some days the girl ended up much like a nun while others she could end up as a little better than a porn star. Either way, he was pleased with whatever he did to her and her likely reluctance to it. Part of the reason he did it of course was to garner some reluctance or slight resistance from her without that then there was no fun to it.<br><br>Phillipe like always would sit there and drink in her motions, there would be no more orders during this time. Interrupting such a thing was uncommon of him to do unless there was a request that he had of her. To him it was like watching a performance, one where she was the actress that only spoke her lines or moved in ways for him and only him. This possession of a captive artist made him happy and granted an odd sense of satisfaction. Who else in the world got to enjoy this moment with her? No one would be the answer to that question.<br><br>On the bench, he sat forward with his elbows on his legs as he looked to her. His mouth remained shut, composed in such a way that showed neither disapproval or cheerfulness. It inhabited this realm of in between where he was much like an observer separated from the scene not too sure what to think of it when really in his mind there was much going on about what his eyes gazed upon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 14:15:38</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the back of Linda's car.<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba and her slave, Natalya Kobevko<br><br>Chocolate let Snowflake back in the front of the car, leaving me alone in my cage in the back of the car where again I had a breakdown. I was just tired and felt my whole body screaming for a good night sleep, something I hadn't have in days. Yesterday chained to the garage wall I managed to sleep a little bit but it was all I had. When I heard the car move I let the tears run freely again, making sure to be quiet so they wouldn't hear me. <br><br>I had to be good to these two. Obey them and please them, however wrong that might felt, it was the only way for me to escape. Find somebody who trusts me enough to give me some freedom. Then I would get away. I didn't care if I had to swim across the Mediterranean Sea to get to freedom. I would. Besides, Snowflake did taste pretty good when I licked her before and credit where credit's due, Chocolate was quite a looker. Where were they taking me now? Would I get another chance? Or was the bottom of the sea with a slab of concrete around my ankles the last option for Chocolate? I didn't want to wait to find out. After I made sure I had stopped crying I decided to speak out.<br><br><strong>"Miss? Can this humble slave ask where she is being taken?"</strong><br><br>It took a bit of effort to call her miss and myself a humble slave but if that would get me where I wanted to be, so be it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 16:25:51</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Driving back home, while waiting for a call<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>The slave spoke. I was seriously tempted to pull over and give her a flogging, but as she was new and had not been trained, I figured I would give her this one.<br><br>"Slave, if you ever speak again without being directly addressed and told you can speak, you will be flogged within an inch of your life. You will remain silent at all times unless specifically told you can talk. If you have a need you are to signal that need, by bowing and putting your forehead to the ground. If you are ignored then you may not repeat the signal. Your needs will be met as and when your owner sees fit. Is that clear?" I paused, and waited. If she answered, fuckslut would beat her with a crop. If she remained silent I would nod, and say "You may answer."<br><br>"You do not need to know where we are going, you do not need to know anything except how to behave and what you have been told to do. Is that clear?" again the pause to see if she would answer, with the same conditions.<br><br>"Good". I smiled. "And the BAF said you couldn't be trained. Pah, bunch of pussies."<br><br>I stopped the car in my garage and climbed out. "Leave it in the cage!", I told sweetiecunt. Just then my phone buzzed. It was a text from my Polish contact, Vens, telling me that there was a shipment to be collected from the safe house and released. That was a sweet little number, strictly non-profit. <br><br>The Poles had a deal going with the BSK, their equivalent of the BAF, where they were informed of young women on temporary visitors' licences where those licences were about to expire. They kidnapped the girls and shipped them to a safe house in central France, where they were held until their licence expired and the search for them was called off, then they were transported to Monaco and released. Just let go, like that. <br><br>Most went straight to the police to report what had happened. Unfortunately for them, they were now illegal immigrants, illegal females in a slave country. So all that happened was they were arrested and handed over to the BAF.<br><br>There was no profit in it. The people involved did it strictly for kicks. And of course, they often held the victims longer than needed, while they tortured, abused, and broke them. <br><br>I was involved as the last leg of the relay, and was the one to get all the fun of seeing the confusion on the little darlings' faces when they were simply allowed to walk away - with not a stitch on, of course...<br><br>Sometimes I really enjoyed being me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 01:52:08</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje clenched her teeth in residual anger at Phillipe's suggestion.&nbsp; She knew he was always working to keep her off balance and humiliate her but the threat of the collar around her neck and the intensive training as first a slave and then as a pony girl keeping her from expressing dissatisfaction with more than body language and subtleties.&nbsp; After more than two years of bondage all she had left was her pride and resistance.&nbsp; Without speaking she slipped the panties down her shapely, firmly muscled legs.&nbsp; Her breasts were displayed to fine effect as she bent over to completely remove the whitish garment.&nbsp; Straightening up she was totally nude before him.&nbsp; The effect no longer caused her embarrassment; he'd seen, touched and used every bit of her body in every possible way.&nbsp; There was nothing to say to him and as he had not asked her to speak she would not grant him the pleasure of getting a response out of her.<br><br>Picking up the white dress she held it up in front of her letting the fine Egyptian cotton fabric drape over her nudity.&nbsp; While Ietje was reluctant to surrender to this man and the system which held her captive, she did maintain her pride in all that she did.&nbsp; The pose that she struck for Phillipe was artful with her body turned slightly and one leg advanced before the other.&nbsp; The pose left part of one tanned leg exposed as well as the rounded swell of a breast and her slender arms.&nbsp; Holding the pose for a moment she lowered the dress, unzipped the back and then stepped into it.&nbsp; She shimmied a bit as she brought the dress up over her hips and then slipped her arms into the short sleeves.&nbsp; Reaching back she zipped up the short fastener and stood before him.&nbsp; Her body filled the dress as if it had been painted in her; the hips were full and rounded and her breasts sat full and heavy on her chest, the bare nipples and darkness of her bra less aureola showing faintly through the fine fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>Ietje knew what he wanted and rather than draw punishment she twirled slowly in place and then walked across the fitting room to him, twirled around again and paused for him to comment or touch.&nbsp; His silence and lack of response during these sessions still disturbed her.&nbsp; She felt off balance and the fact that she never knew what he was thinking drove her crazy.&nbsp; She moved smoothly to circle around him, not strutting like a whore but walking like the important, confident woman that she was.<br><br>She returned to the stand where the black dress and her sun dress hung.&nbsp; Ietje remaining facing Phillipe and unzipping the back of the dress let it fall to the ground at her feet.&nbsp; Once again her lush body was displayed although this time she blushed a bit and her nipples erected.&nbsp; &nbsp;She remembered a game of strip tease played in this very fitting room that had ended with her crying out like a slut as a dose of Venus had ensured that she came helplessly as he drilled her in every hole that afternoon.&nbsp; Trying to conceal her sudden tinge of arousal she moved a bit faster and less gracefully to slip on the back skirt.&nbsp; <br><br>The black skirt was part of a more complex outfit and she glared over at Phillipe as she started to dress up.&nbsp; It was a mix of a conservative if sexily cut pencil skirt and white, long sleeved blouse which was fine.&nbsp; The black stockings were fine if a bit risque but it was the four inch heels and the nudity underneath that were in stark contrast to the normal attire.&nbsp; Ietje cursed him silently for putting her in this position.&nbsp; First she snapped on the frilly black garter belt that he'd selected to go with the stockings.&nbsp; He never let her wear stockings with elastic but only garter belts.&nbsp; Sitting she pulled on her stockings, her long legs exposed but finally encased in the shear black silk.&nbsp; Standing she fastened the garter belt, the stockings so shear as to be a faint haze against her skin.&nbsp; She slipped on the blouse, buttoning it as her breasts shifted heavily under the silk fabric.&nbsp; The dress fitted snugly to her curves and she finished the ensemble off with a pair of four inch heels.&nbsp; <br><br>Twirling she regained her grace now that she was dressed again.&nbsp; She was well versed now in four inch or higher heels from her pony training so maneuvering in these was easy.&nbsp; She walked toward him, twirled and stood expectantly in front of him, waiting for his command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 15:43:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> En route to the Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina<br><br>The ferry to the Galaxy took longer then expected as the ship's size prevented it from getting into the shallow waters of the bay. We left the city behind and I felt free already. Myshka next to me was relaxing a bit as well but I think she knew very well what was gonna happen once we reached the ship.<br><br>Five minutes later the ferry stopped at the rear of the ship and two men helped me and Myshka on board the Galaxy. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147311.msg6753930#msg6753930)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:17:21</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Getting a text at home.<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>I had just finished reading that text when another one arrived, the one I was waiting for, from Ryan.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">great to see you're back in town Linda, we must meet for a drink. Although I think your probably here on business I assume? </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I grinned and replied:<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">A drink sounds great. I have a package I need to off-load to someone who can fix it. BAF Weren't interested. Ryuu not interested. Collar is dud. Needs training. I'll take €6k. Can we meet somewhere, pref tonight? will bring item with me.</tt> I expected him to haggle me down, so I started high. I was getting desperate enough though that I just wanted to unload her. That fake collar was a liability and I wished I'd not put it on her now!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 23:32:04</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing room<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>"Put your hair in a bun to finish the look dear, no one would take you seriously otherwise." He commented as she stood before him looking much like a secretary on her way to the office. Phillipe was pleased with her, she had put on quite a show for him with this little bout of dress up. "We will be buying all three. The white dress for the next formal event I need to take you to. The sundress for just being around the house. And finally, you will be wearing that outfit for the rest of the day." He looked at her for a moment before he raised a hand to her face, his thumb rubbing up against her lips tracing them slowly before he took his hand away from her face. "You still have lipstick, I am sure. I want you to use the brightest red that you can on your lips. Also lengthen and darken your eye lashes before putting on paler foundation."<br><br>Phillipe wanted her lips to be the one thing that people were going to notice when they looked at her today. To notice and to want her lips for kisses or even more sexual favors such as fellatio. Personally he knew that he was going to ensure that she put her lips to good use when she did not need them to speak. Yet to say he was done with her after giving her that little command would not be like him.<br><br>In a swift move, his arms came around her with an attempt to pull her into his arms where he would then take her lips hostage with his own. Kissing would not be a proper description it be much more like he was owning her lips, signing them away to be his for now and ever more. After the initial contact of his lips on hers, his tongue tried to work into her mouth to find her tongue and dance with it just as it had several times before. When he had first bought her, this had been one of the first acts committed against her. And it was one that was repeated daily to ensure she knew that she was owned by him.<br><br>And then after a long moment, she was released from the kiss but not from the hold should he have gotten it. "Who owns you?" Phillipe asked her, just as he always did with a punishment to follow should she not give the proper response. A response that was not as simple as "you do." but rather Phillipe preferred that she say his full name, a contingency she had learned the hard way the first time she had been asked the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 02:34:35</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam (Later with Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen)<br><br>At his slave's answer that she was in the mood for some pasta, Ryuuji led the two as they made their way to a fairly popular Italian/French Restaurant that he knew of. As he had expected, the rather small restaurant was bustling with customers even to their outside table most of them no doubt were tourists if the language they were communicating with each other were any indication. Still, he found that they were quite lucky when they were led by a waiter to a nearby table for four although not without a warning that they might had to share the table with another later on due to the lack of available table, something that neither he or Mizuki minded. Though he didn't show it, he was fairly impressed that the waiter decided to give them time and space to decide by stepping back for a step, not too close to intimidate the customer to order quickly yet close enough to offer assistance or recommendation if asked, which from his point of view of a store manager was a good customer service.<br><br>Ryuuji allowed Mizuki to took a seat in front of him before as he put his attention back fully to the menu in front of him for a few minute before finally he had to concede that he had next to no idea on what to order since he rarely ate Italian cuisine at the first place. He motioned to the waiter who immediately recommended the day's special which consist of a mushroom carbonara spaghetti or clam risotto with complimentary red wine. He turned to Mizuki silently as he signalled that he allowed her to put her own order although he already knew that she would order for the spaghetti after which he would order the risotto. Soon enough, their orders were placed and the two sat back on their seat. Had it not been for the fact that the blonde of the two was naked and wearing a collar, people would be forgiven to mistake them as a pair of tourists having romantic dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 10:08:53</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Khalina_Avatar_03.jpg) <br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Khalina Mimouni</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom- Slaves area <br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Slaves and later Remy Bordelon<br><br>What kind of city was this? Here she was tortured, abused and raped for what seemed like weeks and no one believed her! The second she was set free, she ran to the nearest law enforcement agency. She told them over and over how she was kidnapped and brought here but she was merely dismissed. They said some bullshit about her being a missing slave. She was never a slave and never ever wanted to become one! That, as it seemed, was no longer her choice. Again, she was chained up and taken away. <br><br>It only took them a matter of hours to have her put <em>properly</em> into the system again. What would this mean when they found her? Her family would find her, right? If not her mother and father then surly her brother would not stop searching for her? That was the hope that kept her from trying to end herself some where. This was not the life she wanted for herself. She had plans but now her free will was taken away. How could in a matter of, what seemed like weeks, she was broken so deeply that they even tried to take her name away? She would always remember her name. They would never truly be able to take her name away.<br><br>Now, she was chained to some weird looking columns trying not to shy away from the hands that was touching her. They would ask her questions and she would answer in a soft voice like they taught her. Refering to herself as <em>this cunt</em> and the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth. It was no longer her choice about anything anymore. She was suppose sit in those chains looking ready and eager to please. A worried look flashed though her eyes as this old man was watching her a little too much but he walked away. She made a visible sigh and the chains rattling a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 00:24:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje quickly put her hair up in a tight bun.&nbsp; She knew what game Phillipe was playing and at least she could put on the conservative and slutty look instead of the nude and slutty look.&nbsp; "Yes master."&nbsp; She twirled again and showed him the results as she knew that he enjoyed her showing off her body.&nbsp; If nothing else it would distract and mollify him.&nbsp; She stood quietly as he rubbed her lips and then nodded.&nbsp; From her purse she pulled out a little gold tube of lipstick and applied it expertly.&nbsp; She blotted and rolled her lips and smiled in a patently false way to show her whorishly red lips.&nbsp; The rest of the make up was quickly adjusted; if nothing else Ietje had learned in her spoiled life she knew how to apply make up and make herself look good.&nbsp; The darker eyelashes and paler foundation made her lips look even more alluring on top of her pale complexion and blond hair.<br><br>She struggled for a moment as he grasped her.&nbsp; Her head jerked away from him until he captured her lips with his superior strength.&nbsp; And to be honest she had come to enjoy his rough, dominating and highly erotic kisses although Ietje would never admit that to herself out loud.&nbsp; She moaned a bit as he dominated her lips and then surrendered to him as his tongue penetrated and claimed her mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue began to duel back with his as she reacted unconsciously to his assault.&nbsp; He'd done this over and over enough with her that she could not help but respond.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened and she felt a stir of heat and dampness between her legs as he continued to demonstrate his mastery over her body.<br><br>Ietje was panting slightly when he released her.&nbsp; Her lipstick was smeared and her face was flushed with the effort and no small amount of passion.&nbsp; She looked away from him as he demanded to know who owned her.&nbsp; Ietje delayed for a few seconds, just long enough to demonstrate her little defiance but not long enough to earn a punishment.&nbsp; She knew what he wanted however and met his eyes as she spoke loudly.&nbsp; <strong>"I am owned body and soul by my master Phillipe Creaux.&nbsp; I am his to use, to abuse and to have in every way."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 11:00:06</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Store<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>"Yes, you are my lovely slave." Phillipe commented on her response over his ownership of her. His nimble hand moved down her back to her butt where he took a hold of the fabric and the flesh beneath it. "Today, during lunch, you are going to wear the black lacy vibrating panties. And I will have the remote control as always. Do not worry, I will not be gentle." He let go of her ass and then lifted his hand away from it only to return with a firm reassuring spank a moment later. Phillip loved hearing the sound of a good spank hitting his slave's ass. And though giving her a spanking in this dressing room would be so much fun for him it was not the plan for the day.<br><br>"Now we are going to go out there and buy the clothes. You are going to walk like a professional, and talk like one for the remainder of the day unless I change the order. And darling do fix your makeup." Phillipe headed to the door, expecting her to carry all of the clothes to the register. At least he held the door open for her so that she would not have to juggle clothes and have to open the doorknob. Part of it was to just give her another swat except this time a little more publicly. This swat was higher in power than the one earlier, but it was medium on the full range of swats he could give her. Part of the fun of it was the fact that due to his order she could not truly react to being spanked as she had been asked to walk and talk like a professional.<br><br>Phillipe smiled and then moved over to the register where he paid for her clothes. Out of view of the register girl, Phillipe was running his left hand along the stocking clad leg of his slave, his hand even sometimes drifting under her skirt to touch the areas of skin between the stocking and the garter. He wondered to himself how much of this she could take before she would say something or break character to where he likely would have to give her a good long spanking. Testing a slave's limits was something any good owner had to do in order to further mold the slave to their liking.<br><br>Once done with the purchase, Phillipe headed back to the car so that they could begin the trip over to wherever they were going to eat lunch that day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 11:17:27</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam<br><br>Mizuki was a little surprised when her master had asked where she would like to get their grub and immediately realize that he was providing her with an extremely rare privilege: To voice her opinion. Without any hesitation she shouted in a rather loud and cheery voice, <strong>"Italian, Master. I feel like eating some pasta."</strong> Soon enough, her master led her to a nearby French/Italian Restaurant that she had heard of to be mentioned sometimes by some of her master's business client. When her master motioned her to take a seat in front of her though, part of her was feeling slightly disappointed, she wanted to be sitting next to him or better yet on his lap but she knew that her master didn't give order without reason so she stilled her lips and followed the order without further question.<br><br>Following the waiter's recommendation, she immediately put an order of the spaghetti special once she was allowed to and waited until the waiter left to process their order with slight feeling of anticipation. Based on her knowledge of her master's personality, if there was a time for her master to tell her... or better yet, show her of what he was planning, these would be the perfect moment to put it in action. Sure enough she felt her tip of her master's shoes poke against her shin slightly to draw her attention before signalling her to put her hands under the cloth covered table. She obediently put her hands under the table and felt her master's hidden hand placed something small sized on hers palm. <br><br>She was slightly confused at the shape of the item that her master had handed to her and pulled the item free from under the table cloth slightly to take a small look at it before she blushed slightly as she saw that it was a variant of an egg rotor based on the oval and smooth feeling of the hard silicon against her palm. The difference with normal ones though were rather easy to spot as rather than a single egg, she saw that the item looked like a cross between a dildo and a rotor as there were 4 small sized rotors connected to each other with a rather thick but flexible cable. Moreover, she couldn't spot anything that looked like an on/off switch so immediately deduce that the item had wireless function.<br><br>Without asking further instruction, she knew what her master intended to do as she spread her legs wider slightly to allow herself to put the toy in when she was forced to hold a small yelp from escaping her lips as the item went live the moment it touched her pussy's entrance. It also served to provide her with another characteristic of the item: It seemed that the toy had been programmed so that the front and the back rotor wouldn't be moving at the same direction. Instead, it was moving in movement that reminded her to that of a worm: the vibration seemed to move from the front of the item to the back, in fact, it wouldn't surprise her if them item would "walk" using its vibration much like how real live worm would. Still, she braced herself as she slowly insert the tip of the toy into her pussy and immediately she had to bit her lower lips slightly when her suspicion was proven right. The moment the first egg entered her, the item practically inserted itself forcefully until it completely submerged itself inside her but it didn't stop there, she felt the item dived deeper into her all the while still vibrating like crazy against her walls which just made it even harder for her to keep herself from moaning out loud. It wasn't until the item reached right before her hymen that it finally "mellowed" down to just soft vibration which although still quite stimulating, allowed her to contain the pleasure to just blushing deep red.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 06:15:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave shop salesroom<br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Slave Trader; Khalina Mimouni<br><br>Remy had inquired about the local slave shops and while the Emporium that Okello had told him about had been spoken very highly of, it had been very busy recently and all the best stock seemed to have been picked over there. And so it was that he was walking to another nearby slave shop, not quite as high scale but good enough. This would be his first slave, so he wanted to get someone good, but he would understand if he couldn't get the best possible. One needed experience to find the best and to enjoy the best. <br><br>He waved off the attendant coming to ask him if he needed any help. He preferred to look and then inquire. The selection here wasn't bad - they had multiple hair colors and bust sizes and body shapes. There was one that was too large for his taste, there was another too muscular. He didn't need to fondle them to see whether he liked the look of a woman or not. He saw a blonde woman with short hair and continued to walk. A redhead nearly gave him pause, but her face had been ruined by significant burn scars. <br><br>But, he saw one that gave him pause. A mocha beauty, with lighter hair and brown eyes and small tits but a nice toned body. He stepped closer to her and leaned in to the body of the chained woman and inhaled deeply of her hair. His hand fell from his pocket then and his fingertips trailed up her leg and onto her cunt. <br><br><strong>"Are you still a version, little one?"</strong> he asked her, his finger pressing into her and slipping her lips as he felt inside her. He slipped two fingers between her lips and felt in a circle, pressing against her walls to see her reactions.<br><br>Then, he took his fingers out of her, satisfied with her tightness and grabbed her jaw, squeezing it and pulling it down so that he could inspect her teeth. He wasn't interested in repairing that part of her when he could enhance so much else. Satisfied again, he released her jaw. <br><br><strong>"Tell me, what kind of training has this cunt here had?"</strong> he turned to ask one of the shop keepers who had come near once he showed his interest. He idly brushed a nipple while facing the seller and then grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger as he listened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 08:29:30</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje wriggled awkwardly as Phillipe fondled her ass.&nbsp; She had come to enjoy the rough manhandling of her flesh but would not give him the satisfaction of knowing it nor did she want to encourage such behavior where it would humiliate her in public.&nbsp; Her expression turned to one of distaste at the mention of those black lace panties.&nbsp; She hated and craved the effect they had on her and most of all feared the control they gave over her body.&nbsp; She twisted a bit more and let out a low hiss as he spanked her ass.&nbsp; "I will wear those panties master but I can better serve you without them."<br><br>She nodded to him at his commands.&nbsp; At least she could maintain her dignity as a professional.&nbsp; Phillipe had made her dress up as a school girl, a comic book character, a rabbit or fox girl and even paraded her about in her full pony girl regalia.&nbsp; This would be easy and allow her to slip back into her role as a rich, free woman.&nbsp; She slipped over to the mirror and fixed her make-up with the elements kept in her purse for such an occasion.&nbsp; At his command she carried cuffs and a ball gag in her purse just to remind her of who was the owner and who was the slave.&nbsp; Following after him she juggled all of the clothing and headed to the register with him.&nbsp; Ietje nodded coldly to Phillipe as he held the door to the dressing room for her; it pleased her to be able to treat him like she was his equal or better under the guise of being a professional.&nbsp; Still, her act was interrupted by the hard swat on her ass again.&nbsp; Ietje muffled a squeal and glared just momentarily at him, exasperated that he once again knocked her off balance and demonstrated his control over her in every way.<br><br>Ietje walked stiffly to the register, standing still as the slut behind the register rang up the clothing.&nbsp; The dumb bitch prolonged the ordeal by asking a number of stupid questions about the clothing and how well it fit.&nbsp; This would have been annoying enough but Phillipe proceeded to caress her leg and slip his hand under her dress to tease her bare thigh.&nbsp; She knew he was doing this to tease and work her mind and body over but found her arousal rising rapidly under the touch of his clever fingers.&nbsp; Ietje bit her lip against a gasp as he found a particularly sensitive patch of skin on her soft thigh.&nbsp; She glared at him surreptitiously knowing that he knew her body too well for her to resist for long.&nbsp; Eventually she would give in and moan or wriggle and then it would be a spanking or a rough rape or both.&nbsp; Meanwhile her treacherous body began to soak her panties with the dew of arousal.<br><br>It had been a race and Ietje lost.&nbsp; Just as the slut finished the intermidable process of ringing up their purchases Ietje let out a gasp and bucked slightly against Phillipe's hand.&nbsp; The slut smiled cattily and Ietje growled back at her, uncaring for a moment about her role in the need to put the little cunt in her place.&nbsp; Still, she knew she would suffer as she regained her composure and followed Phillipe out to the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 12:34:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The forecourt of Casino Monte Carlo, then going into town.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her mistress Nereza. Briefly some other ponies, Titty and Snobby.<br><br>I followed behind my Mistress and looked at Poppy as she interrogated the door woman. I guess even business slaves tried to take advantage of their situation. You would think they wouldn't, at least I would think they wouldn't... I'd be too humiliated about not being owned by a specific person to do anything that might get me in trouble. But in the girls defense, that pony was pretty easy to get off. That's probably what made Mistress decide not to get the girl in trouble. I followed her to the sulky and watched her give Poppy the little present for the day. Oh~ a good cum for a good pony! So lucky! I giggled as I watched Poppy begin to appreciate her gift and looked at my owner with happy, innocent, wide eyes when she turned her attention back to me. <br><br>Oh... No present for me. Oh well. I kept the smile on my face though and moved behind the sulky. "Thank you for the exercise Mistress." I told her in a low complacent voice. When I'd first come here, running behind one of these had been a bitch. I hadn't had to run that fast or that far in such high heels, and I'd stumbled quite a few times on more then one occasion. But now I got to show off how well I'd learned to do everything that I'd been taught to do. I sometimes wondered if my teachers back home would have been proud of me, I'm sure they were. I was the only gir- cunt. I was the only cunt to be brought overseas for an owner. I gave a small whimper when she pulled my hands and arms behind my back, curving my back and sticking my breasts out, my legs widening to try and make myself look as helpless and appealing as possible. <br><br>I watched my Mistress walk away from me and Poppy, Poppy didn't have much self control and I was often allowed to help punish her, so I kept a close eye on her to make sure she didn't do anything that Mistress wouldn't like. The driver she was talking to was nice, or at least that's what I think. He wasn't very nice looking, not compared to some of the friends that Mistress keeps, but honestly, who was as good looking as the filthy rich? I know what hard work, or real work at all, can do to a person, I was just lucky that I had an owner that could afford to keep me looking in impeccable condition. <br><br>I noticed the ponies that he was working today. Snobby and Titty, I hadn't really talked to either one of them much... I didn't like talking to the older ponies; they just made me sad, or angry? Or maybe a combination of the two? I didn't like the idea that someday my skin would sag and my breasts wouldn't be as perky, or the thought that I might not be as cute and small as I am now. Especially because once that happened, I was more likely to be 'let go' and sold off. Sure it was my owner's right to do, but I liked where I was now, the thought of being made to leave scared me. <br><br>I watched curiously as my Mistresses body language went from pleased, to annoyed. I couldn't see her face, but her back gave me all the signs, the way her shoulders pulled up slightly, and her feet positioning changed. He'd done something naughty! I swished my bum a bit at the thought, a smile playing across my lips, I walked as far as my leash would allow me which was closer to Poppy, and she saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned a bit. I looked over at her and she caught my look. I nodded towards him and even though she was in such a fucking horny state, the two of us enjoyed the sight of Mistress yelling at someone else. <br><br>When she looked back our way, or even in our direction, we had enough sense in our heads to act as if we weren't just watching her yell at someone. But then she was just giving Snobby some water and the show was over, so Poppy went back to playing with herself and I moved back behind the sulky, keeping myself busy by looking up towards the sky. There were a few clouds out now and I watched them float lazily across.<br><br>When Mistress started up Poppy I waited a few seconds before setting off behind the two of them. It was always best to not be right on the wheels, because if something happened, I'd rather fall on road then on a moving wheel. I watched the sights as we moved through the city; I don't think I could ever get tired of it. I knew most of these roads now, and the little shops, but it was just so interesting to see all the different people every time we came through. There was always something new somewhere and I enjoyed that fact, where I was from everything always seemed to be the same on the reservation. Poppy came a few times during the run, but that wasn't surprising, I did my best to avoid the little stream of cum she made, I'd rather not have that on my shoes thank you! Though it was getting harder to concentrate with the way the cat bell pulled at my clit with every step I took. And I'm sure Mistress was enjoying the noises that those bells were making, and the thought of her enjoying something that I was enjoying made it twice as good. <br><br>We were both out of breath when we got to Mistresses destination; even though the two of us were in very good shape I took advantage of the moment and leaned against the sulky while Mistress got down. I listened carefully to her instructions. "Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress." Was my response before squealing in delight at the kiss she gave me. I would have liked to have continued that kiss, but Mistress had better things to do then what I wanted. <br><br>Poppy was staring at me, anticipation clear in her eyes and I smiled at her as I got down and just looked up at her for a few moments. I didn't have the use of my arms so getting down to my knees took a little maneuvering. I leaned my shoulder into Poppy and she pressed against me, becoming something stable for me to slide down. First one knee dropped and then the other, and then I was right on level with her hairless pussy. She whinnied to me as if to tell me to hurry up and I raised an eyebrow at her. "Poppy~ Do not tell me what to do. And especially don't rush me." I told her in a cool and even tone. I was a better slave then she was, I knew what I was doing, she didn't need to tell me to hurry up! She rubbed her thigh against my face almost as if in apology and I kissed her mound. "That's ok Poppy. I forgive you." I told her sweetly before moving in to get down to Business. <br><br>I turned my head to the side, happy that my hair was out of my face and took a hold of her G-spot stimulator with my teeth, pulling it out, and then pressing it in a few times, my eyes closed as my face mashed against her thighs a few time, just kind of screwing around really. Not that Poppy minded, I wish I could have taken it out though, it might have been easier to get her off. But, well, this was what I had to work with and I needed to make Mistress happy. I let go of the stimulator. "Poppy, spread them." I told her before scooting a bit closer to her cunt. God she was a mess. She really, really was, I mean, I get pretty bad when I'm given Venus but I'd like to think I can stay cleaner then this. I began licking it up, cleaning up the mess she'd made, and she liked that. I'm sure she would have liked a cock instead of my mouth, and I'm sure one of the passerby's would have loved to give her that cock, but Mistress had said no. And what ever Mistress wanted, is what we did. So instead Poppy would just have to settle for my tongue. <br><br>I smiled and licked along her out Labia, flattening out my tongue to tease her while we waited. Mistress did say I had an hour after all. After about five minutes of just licking her along the outer rim poppy pressed her hips a bit wantonly at my face and I chuckled, taking the message and maneuvering around the stimulator to press my tongue into her soaking cunt. Every move of my tongue pressed the stimulator a different way, and where ever I moved my face I pressed into one of her many piercings which made her moan out for me. God I loved hearing the girls moan. After about 30 minutes I was really working her, she was panting and thrusting at me and letting out all of these lewd sounds that had gathered a bit of a crowd and then she came, all over my face. I giggled and wiggled my ass which got a few claps before moving my head back to wipe poppy's cum on her own stockings. I didn't like having the girls stuff on my face for too long, it was annoying not to be able to wipe off. <br><br>I looked around for Mistress, wondering exactly how long it had been but when I didn't see her I sighed and gave myself a few moments leaning against Poppy's legs before lifting up. I could still remember the first few lessons of having to do that, I could do it fine with out heels on, but the moment they made me wear them, I fell over every time. And sometimes even now that I was a full fledged slave it felt like I might still fall over. Thankfully I'd yet to do that in front of my Mistress. With a heave I was up and standing, I shook out my legs and the bells jingled almost as if they were indignant at the way I was moving. <br><br>I moved back into Poppy and just leaned against her, resting my head against her chest and listening to heart beat and her breathing. She laid her head on mine and we stood like that for a long while. I'd noticed that, after a pony was allowed to cum and she wasn't so eager and crazy for sex, some they liked to just sort of snuggle.&nbsp; Maybe it was a comfort thing? It was comforting to me; I could still remember the way my father used to hold me before I went off to school to become what I am now. I think the other younger girls do too... and it's sort of nice to feel that every once in a while. <br><br>But before long the girls on V will usually start to get rowdy again and won't want that kind of comfort anymore, and they'll whinny and whine at me for something else. This was what Poppy did so I turned my head and bit her neck, holding her there for a moment before kissing and licking the wound I’d given her. I licked up along her neck to her ear and suckled it for a moment, blowing into her ear and moving to kiss her, pressing my body tight against her, as tight as I could with out the use of my arms. Our breasts pressed wonderfully against each other, though we had to be careful not to get out piercings tangled with one another. That was a whole other set of sensations! <br><br>I pulled away from the kiss and just took my time kissing her along her shoulders and jaw, licking at the sweat along her body. I heard someone clear their throat so I turned my head slightly to see who it was, while still pressing my tongue to Poppy's collar bone. It was mistress! I smiled to her and wiggled my ass excitedly but kept going until she told me I could stop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 02:48:34</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the 'trunk'<br><strong>With:</strong> 'Captain', Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>I felt my Mistress tense around my head and knew that this meeting wasn't going the way that she'd wanted it to. Which was a shame, I liked getting a good fuck when my Mistress was pleased. I continued to lick and please her, letting out little breathy noises as if I too wanted some form of release even if I'd already gotten it. But then I felt her thighs shift, damn what had that man said to her? I was pushed away and I did my best to fall and make myself seem hurt and vulnerable, though as soon as her attention shifted I was up on my feet to help Mistress in what ever way she needed me to. Had that slave just tried to lunge at a slave salesman? WHAT AN IDIOT! I almost wanted to laugh at her, but I was more then certain that would get me a good beating if I did. Captain might take it the wrong way and thing that I was laughing at her, and at the hard time she was having at selling this stupid bitch off. <br><br>Really did a bullet cost that much?<br><br>I watched the Bitch start to sob, I was surprised when Mistress stopped herself from kicking her, then again, Mistress knew a few broken ribs could make quite a difference in price. Not every slave owner liked to hear their property screaming in pain while they were fucked. At least, that's what I'd been taught. As of right now, I'd yet to meet one that didn't enjoy it. <br><br>I followed my Mistresses orders and pushed and shoved the stupid slut into the back and into her cage. She looked at my Pathetically and all I could manage was to give her a cold grin. This is what she got for thinking she was better then me. She wasn't better then me. I was the better one. I was the trained one, the one worth more then she could ever hope to be. I was suddenly angry and I thought about kicking her cage to rattle her a bit. But Mistress wouldn't like that so I quickly forgot about it. <br><br>I closed the little gate as I sat in the back with her. When she spoke I sat up excitedly, waiting for Mistress to give me permission to punish her, joy clear in my eyes. But she didn't. At least she used me as a threat, that was always fun. I let my smirk turn into a sneer as we continued to ride and listen to Mistress talk. <br><br>I chuckled when my Mistress called the BAF a bunch of pussies, compared to her, yeah, they were. I could attest to that. After a while of driving we made it back to Mistresses home and I climbed out of the car ready to drag out the stupid cunt by her stupid red hair but Mistress told me to leave her which I did. With pleasure in fact. <br><br>I watched Mistress playing with her phone and wondered if she'd gotten a lead as to where she could unload our little problem. From the smile on her face I'd say yes she had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 13:03:44</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Store<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>When the slave got back into her master's car she would see that evil grin on his face as he waited for the chaffeur to close the door behind her. Poor Ieetje's day was just beginning and it looked like her master was going to ensure that it continued to spiral in his favor. "Did I hear a gasp come from your lips?" Before she could respond there was a finger before her lips, "It was rhetorical, you are not going to be able to speak until I allow you to and you will stay professional with me. But no professional I know nearly moans in front of a slut in public no less. So for using your mouth in a way I did not proscribe, I will use it the way I want." He removed the finger from her lips but that did not mean she could speak especially since he was giving her a punishment.<br><br>His hand came up to guide her chin where he kissed her, tempting her to kiss him back and make this worse than it already was over a slight movement and a gasp. If he had instructions for how she was going to use her mouth, he would tell her but for the moment his side of the kiss was getting passionate as he pressed deeply on her lips with his tongue trying to find a crack to exploit to find its way inside, but after a couple moments, he just stopped.<br><br>"Now, you will use your lips and tongue to suck my cock as we drive to lunch, you are not to break contact throughout the entire trip over. Should you break contact, you will have to be punished with 10 spanks for each infarction. And do take note, you can use your hands but make sure that they do not prevent your lips from touching your favorite thing." Phillipe instructed her before he unzipped his pants, with his cock already at half mast though it was quickly hardening to full with the thought of her mouth upon it for at least ten minutes. Nothing was going to be that simple with Phillipe for she was going to have to compensate for any rocking motions of the car but there was still of course the man himself.<br><br>"I wonder what you would have told me back when you were a spoiled little brat if I had told you to do what I did just now? Would you have yelled at me? Cussed even? Oh no, you likely would have told me to go to Hell wouldn't you? But now instead like a good slave you are going to suck my cock and do you best to finish the challenge without getting spankings added to your future."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 00:49:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Khalina_Avatar_03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Khalina Mimouni</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom- Slaves area <br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Slaves and Remy Bordelon<br><br>Her eyes traveled down the aisle as she sat a man looking over the others again. Quickly, she turned her eyes downcast. Not looking at him and hoping he would pass her by as well. However, he came right for her and got closer than any of the others that had been to the shop today. She shivered lightly as he smelled her hair. Her hair would smell of coconuts as&nbsp; the master of the shop here said <em>"It added to her exotic beauty."</em> Not that she liked getting washed up by him... No, not at all. <br><br>A soft gasp slipped past her lips as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. Biting the corner of her lip as to keep quiet for she learned to like being fingered. It was better than those brutes dirty cocks that ended up filling her anyway. She looked up at him before quickly back down. Hearing his question and knowing she had to answer or was this one of those rhethroical questions? Either way, she answered softly, "<strong>This cunt is no longer a virgin."</strong> It hurt her to say such words but there was nothing she could do about it now. <br><br>Her body squirmed slightly in the chains as he probed her pussy. Not saying a thing as his fingers left her wet and needy. Then feeling his fingers force open her mouth and look at her white teeth where she thought he was just looking at her tongue. Then she was free from his probing hands but it was only for a moment. As he was speaking with someone about her, her eyes traveled down to her nipple. The idle brushing making her bite her lip again. Her nipple between his fingers hardened for him. Oh why had they trained her to response so well to things like this? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 03:34:21</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje shuddered at the grin on Phillipe's face.&nbsp; She knew that grim well and it never boded well for her body or her dignity.&nbsp; She clenched her jaw stubbornly and moved to sit down with the grace of a princess.&nbsp; She started to reply to his question but stopped, silent and waiting for the shoe to drop.&nbsp; Upon hearing the command not to speak she nodded slightly to him in acknowledgement, her eyes involuntarily wide with a dose of fear not knowing what he had planned for her.<br><br>She tried to hold still as he kissed her on the lips.&nbsp; The passion aroused her involuntarily.&nbsp; Phillipe was a handsome man and a skilled lover and slave master.&nbsp; She'd always been passionate and open with sex and the slave training had piled such a tremendous, subconcious need for sex and submission that she could not help herself as her cunt flowered open wetly between her tightly clenched thighs.&nbsp; Still, she managed to avoid responding to the kiss despite the blush of arousal that spread from her cheeks down to the hardening nipples on her shapely breasts.<br><br>She shrugged as he instructed her to suck his cock.&nbsp; Ietje had found sucking cock to be highly demeaning as a free woman and despised it even more as a slave.&nbsp; Of course she had no choice but to respond and do so enthusiastically.&nbsp; Between her training and fear of punishment she would be sure to provide him with a magnificent blowjob.&nbsp; <br><br>As he asked her about her reaction to him if she were free, Ietje just glared at him.&nbsp; A life as a spoiled brat gave her endless practice with withering glares and this one would have killed him had she been able.<br><br>Leaning down she reached over to take his cock in one hand while the other pulled his pants and underwear away from the cock and balls so that she had better access.&nbsp; The smell of his sex sent shivers down her spine as the scent plunged dozens of memories of sexual encounters with that smell hanging in the air and filling her nostrils.&nbsp; Ietje extended her tongue and literally licked the semi erect cock into her mouth.&nbsp; Pressing her face all the way down over it she engulfed the still partially soft member in her mouth as her nose pressed into his rough pubic hair.&nbsp; Pulling back a bit she swirled her tongue over the large vein along the bottom before sucking and licking directly at the hardening helmet.&nbsp; She sucked and licked until the shaft was fully erect and then interspersed bobbing up and down on the long rod with sensuous licking and sucking at the sensitive tip and the flared head.&nbsp; All the while she was careful to keep her mouth on the shaft.<br><br>She knew that he would drive in such a way to throw her off his cock and she clenched her ass cheeks in preparation for the inevitable spanking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 23:52:26</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>The driver did take a bit of a long route to get to where they were having lunch, but it was not as bad as she likely expected from her master with the car only bobbing a couple of times. Phillip was not going easy on her since he was still taunting her from time to time as he enjoyed the work that she was doing on his cock in her mouth. While she worked, he ran his fingers through her hair petting her much like she was some kind of pet or like she was when he used her as a pony. But even with her work, he was not going to just shoot his load immediately nor did he want to. If she tried to go fast during the ten minutes, he would grab her hair to slow her down though he not drag her off of his cock since it was going to be all up to her whether she passed or failed the task he had given her.<br><br>By the time they arrived outside the restaurant, she would have the familiar taste of precum in her mouth to let her know that he was getting close to cumming in her mouth but with them stopping at the place he ran his finger along the back of her neck. "My dear how much punishment do you say you have earned yourself? I want you to reply honestly. You may remove your mouth and speak now. I suggest cleaning yourself up before we head into the restaurant as you are going to be professional but you do have something to put on as well." He presented her with the panties he had directed she put on for lunch. Quickly he put his dick back in his pants and zipped himself up. <br><br>He opened the door to the car and stepped out into the air, closing the door behind him with her expected to follow behind when she was ready and presentable. Phillipe walked into the restaurant to see that Ryuuji and his girl was there as well. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to socialize he walked right over to their table. "Hello Ryuujji, mind my girl and I join you for lunch? It is good to see a familiar face."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 04:34:36</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave shop salesroom<br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Slave Trader; Khalina Mimouni<br><br><strong>"She has merely had the basics, and minimal enhancement. Not much drug therapy thusfar, so she is mostly pure natural slut. She is a recent aquisition, she came to us from the north of the continent and is a recent graduate, as I said,"</strong>spoke the slimey salesman. <br><br>Remy wasn't a fan of him, but that wasn't the point because he was a fan of the girl. The slut was already wet from a few stray touches and he knew that he would enjoy breaking her down. She was new, supposedly, but not a virgin, so she had some sex experience but was entering a new world. Kind of like himself, he mused and grinned. And most importantly, she was close to a blank canvas for him to work on and with. That would be very exciting.<br><br>"Enough, merci. I'll take her," he said, and he reached down and gave her a little slap on her wet cunt and winked at her. He walked away from her and went to the backroom to iron out the details with the shopkeeper. And when he came out, a receipt in his wallet and a black leash in hand, he had a predator's grin on his face as he walked up to his slave. <br><br>He strode up to her and got inside her personal space, just to point out that she had nothing again, and leaned in. He licked her ear lobe then and then whispered low into her ear, "When I unchain you, I want you to drop to all fours and bow your head." He reached around her then and undid her chains and dropped the key for the shopkeeper when her chains fell away. <br><br>He brushed aside her hair and frowned. He realized there wasn't really a decent spot to attach a leash to on the mandatory collars, so he just wrapped it in half and let a light strike down against her back and upper butt. "Come, crawl and follow me out. When we get outside, you may walk upright again." <br><br>He turned and started the walk toward the door of the shop and out into the bright city once more. But this time, accompanied as a man of station should be - with his slave at his heels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 05:51:02</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji was definitely enjoying his slave's expression as she tried to contain the sensation that the toy forced her to endure although his visage barely showed any change from his usual stoic expression. The aptly named "the worm" toy was one of the newer product that his store had been given the privilege of early trial. Based on the instruction that he read, the item supposed to be completely wireless controlled using the miniature touch controlled remote that he hid inside his suit pocket. He inwardly grinned in amusement as he saw the blonde girl barely contained her gasp as he brushed the tip of his thumb across the remote's surface to make the toy "worm" spin inside her in high speed before slowly slowing down little by little while he judged by the girl's expression to find the frequency where the toy would stimulate her but wouldn't push her over the edge and therefore robbing her of orgasm.<br><br>He was taken away from his "fun" when he heard someone with rather distinct French accent called his name and turned to look at the person. He immediately recognized the man, Phillipe Creaux was probably one of the business related person that he could consider a close friend despite their large age gap. From the times when the two meet in some common business associate party, he had found the man to be much like him, a natural in managing people and Ryuuji himself had come to him several times to ask for his advice in that regard. That the two also share some of their personal interest made it even easier for them to socialize with each other. Ryuuji's expression visibly brighten as a slight smile appeared on his lips at the man's greeting which he replied with much friendlier tone than his usual ones, "Phillipe, always good to see you. By all means, take a seat. Your girl can take one too if you allows her to."<br><br>He waited for the older man to take a seat and placed his order from the menu before speaking again toward him with slight joking tone, "How are you doing lately old man? I see you got yourself a pussy, hmm?" He took an appraising look at the new blonde before continuing, "She look quite properly trained already, where did you find her from since I know you didn't get her from me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 13:15:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br><br>Ietje growled with frustration as Phillipe prevented her from stimulating him enough to make him cum earlier.&nbsp; She stiffened in anger as he foiled her plan and the shifted uncomfortably as he petted her.&nbsp; She hummed with pleasure at his touch.&nbsp; Ietje's pony training had been thorough and had left her with several automatic responses.&nbsp; One of them was to squirm in pleasure when petted and squirm she did under Phillipe's maddening, merciless touch.&nbsp; The distraction and the longer route had pulled her mouth off of Phillipe's cock twice but only barely.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time they reached the restaurant not only was she seething with frustration as he used her but deeply aroused by the steady sucking of his cock and the tantilizing taste of his precum.&nbsp; Every slave sent through the training system was conditioned to love the taste of precum and despite her distaste for the act, Ietje was no different.&nbsp; When he stopped her she groaned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ietje had learned the hard way not to provoke further punishment by lying for her master was a devious and clever man.&nbsp; She pulled off of him, her face flushed from the effort, her make-up ruined.&nbsp; She dared not look at him but rather squirmed.&nbsp; "Master, I lost hold of your member twice.&nbsp; I should be... I should be publicly humiliated and not allowed to cum master."<br><br>Ietje hated to describe her own punishment for he always took it much farther than she ever would but to not do so would make it worse.&nbsp; She bowed her head again and rapidly fixed her make up in the mirror until she was once again the suave professional woman and then followed her master out the door and into the restaurant.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 12:16:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Khalina_Avatar_03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Khalina Mimouni</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom- Slaves area then leaving the store.&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Slaves and Remy Bordelon<br><br>He wanted to buy her! Oh no! All she didn't want to be brought! How would her family find her if she was owned by someone?! The slap to her wet pussy made her yelp softly and look up in time to see his wink. There was nothing she could do and all hope was now lost with wink. When he left, she trembled slightly in her chains. One reason was because she was now going to be a real slave to someone and forever lost to her family. The other reason was because he left her there with a terrible ache between her legs. <br><br>Was he going to be cruel like the others? Maybe he was kind? Her head shook at that thought and the fact that she heard a door close. Looking up to see that grin on his face to assume he was a cruel one. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what he was do with her when he got so very close to her again. Shivering from the lick and receiving her first command from her master. As soon as the chain fell away, she did as told. Down on all four with her head lowered and staring at the dirty floor under her. How degrading this was to look like an animal!&nbsp; <br><br>She remained still as her new master got the leash on her. Biting her lip at the lovely smack to her smooth dark flesh while following him. It left her aching and dripping wet for him. Her face was flushed with embarrassment at this crawling but at least he was going to let her walk once they got outside. Maybe he wasn't going to be so bad after all but this was still a terrible place. Thank goodness the shop was small as she slowly stood and shielded her eyes. When was the last time she was able to see the outside? It didn't matter because it was not the same anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 06:49:01</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>He looked to his friend giving him a wide smile before he took a seat, "Ryuuji, I see that business is well and that you are bringing your girl about as well." Eye gazing from the young master to his slave where he saw that Ietje was still following her protocol that he had set for her that day. A hand drifted into his pocket as he turned the toy that should be inside of her to the lowest of its settings. A prelude to what was to come of course but she already had a punishment coming to her leaving no reason he always needed to use force with her.<br><br>"I bought her in a personal sale, though it was her eventual fate to be my pony anyway since her first master, her trainer had only bought her to teach her that she had a proper place in this world before he was going to put her up for resale at a profit of course. I had my eye on her for awhile as she went past the age of 18 so it was only a matter of paying her trainer to buy her proper."<br><br>His left hand rested on Ietje's right leg keeping his hand just at the end of her skirt so he could show that she properly welcomed his touch like a proper trained slave. "Enough about me though, how have you been? What have you been up to these days?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 08:41:05</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Mizuki was feeling torn between frustration and arousal as she felt the toy inside her moved rather softly just enough to keep her excitement going without over stimulating her, something that she 100% sure was on purpose courtesy of her master. Still, she knew better than to ask him to lower the frequency or take it higher so she could cum, her training which had been drilled into her had taught her 1 master rule between Master and Slave... of in her case, Master and pet: Never EVER speak without being asked first. It was due to that knowledge that she was forced to content herself to enduring the sensation by tightening her tights together.<br><br>When an older man approached the two, she immediately recognize the man as one of her master's close friend yet said nothing. Instead, she merely gave the man a demure glance to show that she was aware of his presence without being overly bold. What interest her more than the man itself though, was the beautiful female that he brought with him. Despite the woman's professional looking, she recognize some developed muscle on her body especially on the hand and feet which reminded her of her own feature. However, something was off of them enough for her to recognize that the woman probably had some specialized training that utilize those muscles in different way than herself.<br><br>Finally, Mizuki recognized that the woman seem to be acting a bit strangely and immediately looked to see her face to confirm her suspicion. At the woman's slightly flushed face, she immediately understood what was happening. She was sure that somewhere she couldn't see in the woman's body, a toy was stuck at some VERY delicate place and most likely programmed in similar setting to hers. She offered the woman a small rueful smile as if sending an unspoken message to a kindred spirit, <em>'I know how you feel, girl. This is really uncomfortable....'</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 08:54:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br>She walked proudly one step behind and to the left of Phillipe.&nbsp; her face was composed and professional as her my recent blow job had never happened.&nbsp; The only evidence of Ietje's discomfort was a certain wiggle and shimmy of her generous hips as the panties tormented her soft flesh. Even inactive they pressed against her.&nbsp; Then the tingling started a soft buzzing against Iejte's clit and still swollen lips.&nbsp; She could not quite stifle a moan and had to look momentarily look away.&nbsp; God, if this was the lowest setting what would happen when he truly set it to fully stimulation?<br><br>Ietje stood behind him as he sat as befit a good servant or personal assistant.&nbsp; It took effort but she kept her face impassive as he told the tale of how she came to be his slave.&nbsp; A flush colored her cheeks as he spoke of her pony training and she counted down from 100 to keep her concentration as her body reacted with yearning at the memory of those two years of immersive, mind controlling training.<br><br>She did not flinch although my skin rippled as Phillipe touched the bare flesh at the bottom of her skirt.&nbsp; She sighed imperceptibly as his touch filled her stomach with butterflies.&nbsp; She would be punished severely tonight but for now at least she could pretend to be a free woman and imagine that his touch was a welcome caress of a lover freely given and received.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 14:50:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji's smile widen slightly at the way the older man had called his slave as "Your girl" which was a subtle sign of respect toward both himself and his slave in contrast the more common degrading nickname like "cunt". When the man asked him about his day though, Ryuuji's expression turned somewhat sombre as he answered with a shake of his head, <strong>"I'll be honest with you, Phillipe. Today could have gone way better... and it started very well too."</strong><br><br>He start to give the older man a brief recap on his day although no completely since there were several things that he wouldn't want the man to know. Personally, he knew that he could trust the man not to blab on others but being the cautious person that he was, he rather not take the risk at the first place. Afterall, as good a friend and mentor Phillipe was to him, he was still stranger that was divorced from his business and the more personal aspect of his life. He finally ended his recap by saying, <strong>"Honesly... what I wouldn't give for an employee who actually obey orders without making trouble.... Surely it shouldn't be too much to ask for?"</strong><br><br>He paused just in time as his food arrived, he took a once over on the dish place in front of him, slight steam could be seen rising above the yellowed rice carried the rich fragrant of the gleaming sauce showed him that the dish was freshly prepared instead of reheated. He also noted that the chef obviously didn't cut corner on the presentation either with a bay leaf put on top of the sauce surrounded by beautifully decorated and shaped fresh tomato. He turned to Phillipe for a second and nod before he grabbed the spoon provided and dipped it into the rice before putting it into his mouth. For a brief moment he covered his mouth with his hand as he munched the food, mostly due to the fact that the dish was hotter than he had expected rather than courtesy before finally he put his hand back down as he swallowed. He turned again to Phillipe, <strong>"Well, I guess they weren't lying when they said this supposed to be the special menu of the day."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 23:51:18</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>Phillipe listened intently to the words that his friend was telling him about his day making comments here and there to encourage the young businessman, occasionally he would then pet Ieetje legs just to remind her that he was close and that he wanted her. Even though he knew that he was going to punish her soon, Ieetje likely would want to know that she was wanted by him. "Sometimes getting employees that are obedient is difficult the best thing to do is to show them that there is an incentive to do what they are required, but it requires a delicate balance of punishment and reward. Do not be too harsh, but do not be too light on them." He ordered a bit of wine when the waitress came by where he would sip the wine from time to time. His food was a club sandwich and he let Ieetje order as well though he was not going to let her get anything that too large as she needed to keep her figure and racing ability.<br><br>"I am more into varied tastes these days, trying to experience as much as I can with the things that I have accrued over the years and I still work." He gave a smile, "Though someday Ieetje here will give me a son, so that I can raise him to be another proud standing member of society. Do you and your girl have the same kind of plan? Are you looking forward to children someday?' He turned the switch on the vibrator to medium to make Ieetje buzz just a little more in her seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 03:39:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji turned his head slightly away from Phillipe to look at his slave as his expression visibly soften before replying, <strong>"Most likely, yes although it would be far in the future. I'm not in a hurry to have an offspring of my own."</strong> he turned back to the older man before continuing, <strong>"Right now, I rather enjoy the idea of just the two of us at least for several years. A kid would tip the balance and I don't think I'm quite ready to take care of them, at least not mentally. When I do have one, I want to be able to provide them properly instead of leaving them wanting something that out of reach."</strong><br><br>From the corner of his eyes, he recognize a slight change on the older man's slave and immediately put the piece together as he smirked slightly, <em>'I see.... Well, isn't that interesting? Looks look like we got the same idea when it comes to our slaves, aren't we?'</em> He turned back to Phillipe and spoke again, <strong>"Well, I see you have been enjoying your girl. You should come by my store sometimes, we've just got a shipment of some... interesting toys that might enhance your experience. "</strong> As if to proof his words, he put a hand into his pocket and brushed his thumb in circular motion on the remote that controlled the toy inside hiw own slave. He knew that doing so would make the toy wiggle forcefully inside her and stimulate her stronger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 10:07:27</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Mizuki was just in the middle of scooping her spaghetti when she suddenly dropped the fork in her hand before it reached her mouth as a soft gasp involuntarily escaped her lips. The utensil dropped to the late with a clatter while her hands flew under the table cloth and pressed against her lower stomach as if trying to smother something inside her which was actually quite accurate. She bite her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning out loud while her eyes looked up to meet her master who is sitting right in front of her. S Despite her mind's objection, her body reacted to the sensation just like it had been trained to be. She pussy started to flood copiously as the inner wall of her womanhood is tested by the toy's violent movement, even her nipples visibly harden despite they weren't being touched directly.<br><br>She was of course, aware of why her master did it. One of them was rather obvious after his last comment toward the other older man but she knew it wasn't the only reason. Most likely, her master was trying to push her limit, trying to made her shame herself in public and at the rather luxurious restaurant, it would be a great blow to her pride. Inside, she was of two though to her current situation: Part of her was enjoying the fact that her master was being forceful while on the other, she was feeling extremely embarrassed at what was forced of her. It was one thing to be walking on all four naked in public, that she could handle naturally, it was completely another thing to be made cum like a bitch in heat in the middle of perfectly high class restaurant outside terrace with hundreds of eyes which would no doubt turn to look at her when she cum.... "When", not "if". Still, she brave herself to gave her master a pleading look as she thought to herself as if trying to send a telepathy message to him, <em>'Master, please.... this is too much....'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 05:44:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br>Ietje strove to maintain her proper, businesslike attitude even as Phillipe caressed and tormented her with the vibrator buried in her pussy.&nbsp; Despite herself she found his constant attention reassuring and she had to bite her lip several times to fight both the pleasure of her sex and the constant urge to surrender to him and to her bondage both emotionally and physically.&nbsp; That she was in for a long, inventive and torturous session of punishment made her squirm inwardly.&nbsp; She glanced gratefully at Phillipe as he allowed her to order.&nbsp; Ietje knew better than to order a heavy dish for Phillipe rigorously controlled her diet and figure.&nbsp; As well, she had no desire to fill her belly with a rich meal and then be tormented, fucked and used.&nbsp; Better to be light and easy while being taken by her master.&nbsp; She ordered a garden salad with vinegar and a bit of oil as well as a sliced boiled egg.<br><br>At the mention of children, Ietje choked and she stared at Phillipe with a mixture of horror and surprise before she recovered and dropped her eyes to her meal.&nbsp; A child?&nbsp; His child?&nbsp; She had sworn never to ruin her figure with the swell of some stupid man's brat and here this man intended to knock her up.&nbsp; Gods what arrogance!&nbsp; Yet she knew that he controlled her contraception, indeed he could stuff her full of fertility drugs and fuck a platoon of bastards into her if he wanted.&nbsp; She struggled to keep her face composed as she contemplated losing the last bit of sovereignty over her body.<br><br>Yet, she did not have long to brood for the sudden intensity of the panties shocked her out of her introspection.&nbsp; So lost was she that Ietje gasped again even louder and gripped the edge of the table as her legs crossed in urgent need to prevent an immediate orgasm.&nbsp; Looking across the table at the other slave she knew that both of them had been juiced.&nbsp; And juiced as the word for Ietje felt her slut-trained body react with a deep flowering of her pussy and a scarlet rose of blush spreading up her chest to fill her face with a humiliating reaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:36:14</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji was hiding an inward grin as he saw the look his slave was giving him and If he really got the message that the blonde was sending to him, he didn't show it. He knew her limit more than anyone else in the world and it was taking all of his effort to keep his expression steady at the obvious discomfort the girl was experiencing which he had absolutely no intention to relief anytime soon... at least not in the way that she wanted. He knew that despite the blonde's rather open tendency of exhibitionism, cumming in public was one thing that her remaining pride would never be able to handle... although that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy it either.<br><br>Instead, Ryuuji gave his slave a cool look as he spoke to her, <strong>"Finish your food, girl. There are much to be done still back at the store."</strong> As he spoke, he little by little increase the intensity of the toy's movement that was still buried inside the blonde's pussy, knowing that it would make it slowly but surely harder and harder for the girl to hold herself from climax. Behind his mask of passiveness, Ryuuji was thinking to himself, 'Any moment now....'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 18:13:53</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>Much like the man across from him, he looked to the world an image of professionalism and calm. Inside he was so very amused at the fact that his girl was not even able to express herself properly since she was being tortured from the toy that he had buried inside of her. What he had most especially enjoyed was the fact that she had nearly had an evil look on her face about their future children before she was quickly quieted by her own arousal. A fact that he was not going to let her ignore all that readily. "I see that she is just as excited about the prospect as I am." Phillippe said before taking a drink with the slightest hint of a grin on his face as he drunk from the glass.<br><br>"And Ryujji, it is always good to think of having a son, no matter what the age. Children are the ones to carry our legacy while these women are really no more than a means to an end or so some of the more recent scholars would have us all believe. I am not sure what I see Ieetje as more, as an object or as a woman who I spend my time with. Both are in the lower classes but there is an obvious separation between the two notions." Phillipe was getting a little deeper than this conversation called for but then again he could not pass up a debate of the current state of affairs with a man that was on the forefront of it. <br><br>"Seeing her as a woman is a more romanticized and old notion that was common around the time that I was a child. The old views of respecting women and their fragility is what likely got them into this mess in the first place. Yet it is not an idea that would directly lead to them being seen as objects for seeing her as an object would mean that she is much less than I, a living being with thoughts an feelings that actually matter." He paused to take a few bites of his food before he swallowed to then continue on.<br><br>"Which do you prefer Ryujji, and girls what are your thoughts on the topic?" Even though he did want a response, he also loved to torment his girl. So his finger moved the dial on the remote to the highest position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 05:49:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji was broken from his thought by the older French's speak. He listened intently to the man and occasionally nodded as he too shared similar opinion to him. When the man asked for his opinion on the subject he crossed his arms across his chest, a tell tale sign for those who knew him that he was thinking for answer. It was a few minutes before he finally spoke, <strong>"I think I can understand what you were saying, Phillipe. In my case, I think it depends on the subject itself."</strong> He paused for a minute before continuing to elaborate his point of view, <strong>"I believe that women comes into three flavors, two of them are slaves: Those who are worthy of respect and those who doesn't and those in the middle. Now, I know that there are... formidable women in this world, some of them are of personal acquaintance of mine."</strong> he thought to himself at this point, <em>'Kaelyn Richeleu for one... she's not someone to cross without a dead wish.... and Linda Tuchamba is another, she knows how to get what she wants and ready to use any means necessary to....'</em> he continued, <strong>"... and those are ones that I believe had earned and deserve their right as free woman. I don't want them as a woman but I can respect them as a human being."</strong><br><br><br>The half asian's tone audibly lower a few notch as he spoke, <strong>"On the other spectrum, there are those who deserves their fate to be of lower being, pussies as they call it nowadays.Those, I don't have any shred of mercy for. They are those who refuse their role in life and expects everything to go their way just because its their upbringing or pride, most of them ends up as slaves anyway."</strong> He paused again for a minute but this time he gives a soft glance toward his blonde slave, <strong>"And finally, there is the third category: Those who knows of their fate, accepts it and thrives on it. This is the type that I likes the most, this girls knows their place and doesn't fight it, instead they takes to it like fish to water. They are the type that is worthy to be called and loved as a woman more than anyone else."</strong><br><br>He recognize that his friends wish to hear the slaves opinion and if he were to admit, he was slightly shocked on his audacity to do so in public though not that he disliked it. Though he knew of his own slave's opinion, he wanted her to show that she wasn't a puppet but someone who has a will. It was due to that desire that he lowered the vibration of toy planted inside her just enough so that she could speak audibly without sounding breathless or interrupted by her own moans. He looked at the blonde and nodded his consent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 09:03:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br>Ietje tried to glare at Phillipe but her body would not let her rest.&nbsp; Damn, damn, damn...&nbsp; six months in the slave training barracks after she'd been sold and then two years of pony training left her with little control of her body.&nbsp; He was an ass.&nbsp; She would have broken him in a heart beat had she access to her family fortune and position.&nbsp; Even as a woman her family money would have been enough. Yet here she was trying to sit and act like a normal person while he pontificated to some other asshole about woman.&nbsp; Oh how she wished things were reversed and she could torment Phillipe.&nbsp; A child!&nbsp; How dare he.&nbsp; She writhed not entirely because of the panties as she imagined her belly swelling with his bastard.&nbsp; Aaarrgghh.<br><br>Yet she lost the rest of the line of the conversation for a moment as Phillipe turned the panties up to the highest position.&nbsp; Ietje shuddered and closed her eyes as her whole body stiffened.&nbsp; Her orgasm took her and it was obvious she was having a shameful and forced orgasm.&nbsp; Ietje's cunt clenched down vainly on emptiness.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes opened and she flashed a look of hatred and wanton need as her body cried out for Phillipe's cock and fingers.&nbsp; Despite her dislike for the man he strummed her strings with ruthless expertise and she needed him.<br><br>Ietje panted and looked at the two men and the slave across from her.&nbsp; <strong>"Master, I..." </strong> To her shame she could barely speak as she hung staring at him while her body shivered quietly in pleasure.&nbsp; <strong>"I... this slave is more valuable as... as... a thinking woman to better..."</strong> Oh fuck he was a bastard to humiliate her in public like this.&nbsp; <strong>"To... to... serve and anticipate... anticipate his needs." </strong> Fuck... fuck...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 07:46:38</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Mizuki could be described as an extremely devoted and loyal slave to her master but even she could still feel anger toward the man that was her brother. With rather good reason too, she was extremely close to orgasm when her master decided to once again deny her of relief by lowering the power on the toy planted inside her. It was one thing to be teased and forced to scream out her orgasm in public, it would be humiliating but at least that would mean that she was allowed to induce in the pleasure and the pleasure would most likely distract her from the shame at least temporarily. However, It was a whole other level of cruelty to be taken so close to the peak of her pleasure threshold only to had it denied and taken away at whim. All that her master managed to do was to made her feel extremely frustrated, so much that part of her wanted to scream at the man who was obviously took great joy in torturing her so.<br><br>Still, she managed to collect her wits together enough to listen on the other slave's answer and responded by nodding her head as she followed it up, <strong>"I... think that... a woman with.... free will would be... able to...&nbsp; respond to their masters demands... better."</strong> she paused for a minute to collect herself once again before continuing, <strong>"Al... Although harsh training was.... good and... all.... but.... they couldn't make.... the woman to... naturally... accept their... position...."</strong> She paused again and took a few deep breath before speaking again, <strong>"The... woman would obey but.... it wouldn't be... able to... put more effort than... what was required."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 05:10:43</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>"I am very glad to hear your opinion on this matter. I had not even thought of free woman for there are not many that I deal with in my circles these days." He took a sip from his glass before he continued on, "But the girls no matter where they stand in your spectrum all like to be thought of as women when there are some, those prideful ones that you mentioned that deserve where they ended up. Just look at Ieetje here. All she had to do was be a good daughter and she would have been fine, but no, she was proud and thought Daddy would not sell her ungrateful behind to me when she went too far."<br><br>Phillipe turned to look Ieetje up and down knowing that she had just orgasmed. Control seemed to be lacking in this case. She was not going to be let off though as he turned the vibrator down to a low level so that it would continue to stimulate her but not so intensely that she would go over the edge once more. "I think at times, she is nothing but an object to me. And then at others when she is good, I think of her as a human being." he expressed his slave rather harshly but at the same time in a very level and calm tone as he looked over to her.<br><br>"What do you see your girl as? The type that relishes in her slavery, and adores you as her master?" Phillipe could figure what Ryuuji's answer was bound to be but he wanted to see if he was right about the man. A man that could have any access to any woman that he wanted or even have a complete harem of them and he chose her. So she had to be special in some other regard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 12:28:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Ryuuji had to pause for a few minutes as he tried to formulate answer that might satisfy the French. Sure it was easy to explain to himself but to speak it was another matter entirely. Finally he sighed as he decided that he had reached a conclusion, <strong>"My... feeling regarding her is... both simple and complicated."</strong> He paused for a minute before continuing to explain, <strong>"I think we both can agree that when it comes to women, slaves especially, its not the quantity that matters but the quality. But even then, what defines the "quality" of the slaves varies greatly from person to person, some likes em wild, others like them just like a robot without feeling."</strong> He turned to look at his slave and once again his expression soften at her, <strong>"For me, she is simply one that fits me best. Partly maybe because she and I knows each other way before we were ever been slave and master at the first place."</strong><br><br>Ryuuji turns back to look at Phillipe before continuing once again, <strong>"What you need to understand, Phillipe is that her slavery was her own choice. She chose to serve me and that was what makes her very much different from the others you may see in public."</strong> He paused to let the older man digest the information that his previous sentence provide. Being one who trade in the business, he knew better than anyone that to find women who willingly becomes a slave was incredibly rare, probably as rare as finding a diamond in a glass factory. <strong>"She is exactly what I want and so far,no offence intended about your own slave, but I have never find any other slaves that can hold a candle to her. To me, she is something precious... probably even love."</strong> He paused again for a minute as he sighed, <strong>"I won't deny that I did once in a while consider in getting another slave but at the end of the day, I always find that she is the only one I need and lost the need to get another."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 19:46:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br>Ietje blushed and tried to maintain her composure as she orgasmed helplessly.&nbsp; The vibrating panties as well as the training her body had been through over the last two years made it almost impossible for her to withstand stimulation without an immediate response.&nbsp; Phillipe knew that when put on a long, slow boil all day with the fitting of the clothing, the sucking of his cock in the car, the teasing at the luncheon and now the panties that she almost always lost control.&nbsp; The panties were now soaked with her arousal and she at least could smell the strong odor of her sex as it readied itself for further use.<br><br>She did not dare glare at him as he humiliated her further in public by speaking of her background and history as a slave.&nbsp; Next he'd tell them all that she was a crude pony girl as well.&nbsp; Ietje particularly hated being treated as a pony because it was so dehumanizing.&nbsp; Yet, this slow erosion of her pride by Phillipe was possibly worse.&nbsp; Ietje glanced down as he continued to address her, to speak of her if she were not present, were not human.&nbsp; Oh the gall of him to regard her as a play toy.<br><br>Ahhhh... the pleasure made it hard to think but she sighed and clamped her thighs together in involuntary longing as Phillipe turned the setting down to a low agony of pleasure.&nbsp; He was going to punish her and she wondered what form it would take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 08:53:45</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Mizuki might not look like she was paying attention as she used the opportunity of her master still kept the toy in low vibration setting to quickly ate her spaghetti but in actuality, she was paying the conversation between the two men her full attention. Part of the reason why she was interested on the answer was that she too was curious on how her master truly view her. As embarrassing as it was to admit to herself, Mizuki knew she did not possess anything unique to offer her master that other slaves could. She wasn't very athletic so being a pony was out of the question, She had heard him call her beautiful before but in her opinion there were many other slaves who were just as pretty or even more beautiful than herself in the long history of the slaves sold in his own dept store. As far as she could tell, the only thing she could offer him was her absolute loyalty but even that was something that could be easily gained from other slaves had they ever took the chance to really get to know the man as herself. In fact, had any of the other slaves out there ever had any inclination of the man's true nature, it wouldn't surprise her one bit if they would be lining up to be his.<br><br>It was therefore somewhat understandable when the blonde found herself nearly choked on her pasta as she listened to her master's answer regarding herself. Surprised as she was, the most prominent emotion inside her was that of happiness, the thought that her master viewed and valued her as high as he apparently was, and to admit it in public was nearly brought her to tears. Still, she kept herself from releasing the tears. Instead, she used the emotion internally to strengthen her devotion to him. Her current humiliation at the hand of the very same man was forgotten as she felt her heart soar, the happiness she felt merely expressed in one single though as she took a small glance to the man, <em>'I love you... My master.... More than anyone in this world....'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 10:30:31</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>"I am glad that you feel that way, I am very happy for you. Love is a word that is not spoken all that often these days if at all, so I am glad to see that it is possible. I am not sure I can love a slave. I could learn to try but when someone is labeled a slave to me or is my property they are put in a place where I can "love" them but it more that I love their utility more than I actually love them as a person." Phillipe finished his meal and sat the plate off to the side as he looked to the man that was across from him. It was odd to see that this man that trafficked slaves and sold them at market would love one. But then again this is a strange world and times so anything is possible.<br><br>"I must ask though, if you love her do you ever feel that there are times that you may hold back as her master? For example, Ieetje here could not follow my orders so she is to get twenty brutal swats and another punishment from a previous infarction. I am already formulating an appropriate punishment that will put her back in line. At the same time I am not asking myself how she feels about it because I am thinking of her as a slave that needs to learn discipline.<br><br>"Ieetje, have I ever gone soft on you? If so tell me now in front of these fine people." He felt this was as good a time as any to see if he was doing well with how he treated his slave from her own input.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 06:37:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br><br>Ryuuji let out a small sigh as he thought to himself, he knew that the older man would immediately spot the dilemma of loving a slave, he had expected no less from him. The french might be old but he had a sharp mind that came from his extensive experience gained along his years. He had his answer ready for the old man though, <strong>"I can understand your skepticism, Phillipe but I sincerely doubt that I was being too soft or holding back on her."</strong> He paused for a breath before continuing, <strong>"One of the teaching in my birth country is that there are more than one way to show you're caring for someone in your care, being strict on discipline is one of them. Therefore, I do believe that punishment is to be given IF they misbehave but not more than they are deserved. On the other hand, I also find that using ONLY punishment to control slaves tend to make them even more rebellious toward orders."</strong> <br><br>The half asian saw that his slave has finished eating her pasta and gave her the signal to made her way around the table to his side. Once the blonde was properly on his side, he casually pat her softly on the head and brushed his finger on her hair as if she is an over-sized house cat and closed his eyes as he continued, <strong>"Instead, there must be an existing reward scheme to encourage them to obey even with something simple like giving them a praise or even allowing them a degree of pleasure if they go for more than expected of them. Carrot and stick treatment as they call it, rewarding them if they behave or following order impeccably and punishing them if they misbehave or disobeying us."</strong> He took a glance to his watch and noted that they had been at the restaurant for a few hours and it was time for him to made his way back to his office to sort out some final task for the day before he could go home. Ryuuji looked at Phillipe and said, <strong>"Well, would you look at the time. I'm sorry to cut our conversation short Phillipe, but it is time for me to go back to work."</strong> He stood up from his seat and offered a hand shake to the older man, <strong>"Let us meet again sometime in the future. If you have a need for me in the future, you know how to find me, yes?"</strong> He added the last sentence as he remembered that he had given the french his name card during their last meeting. With that, Ryuuji walked away from the restaurant back to his store feeling much better than when he left the store. He took a glance to his slave following him and a small smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself, <em>'Yeah, definitely better.'</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 00:07:21</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br>The damn vibrator made it harder to think but at least Phillipe had turned it down.&nbsp; Yet months and months of training and conditioning with Venus had made her very responsive to any stimulation.&nbsp; Her body was still hot from the earlier orgasm and even at that low level it was all she could do to remain still.&nbsp; She listened with interest as Phillipe and Ryuuji spoke of slaves and their relationships with them.&nbsp; How different they were.&nbsp; She was eager to hear more about how Phillipe felt about her and slaves in general for it would help her in dealing with him.&nbsp; But she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be loved as a woman rather than for her usefulness.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed at the mention of punishment.&nbsp; Ietje knew better than to show emotion or a reaction to such a things.&nbsp; Phillipe was frighteningly thorough with such things and already she began to sweat thinking of what he would do to her.<br><br>At his question she looked him in the eye and then each of the others at the table as well before coming back to gaze calmly at Phillipe.&nbsp; Here now she was in her own where he would let her act the part of a woman of high class.&nbsp; "No master, you have never gone soft on me.&nbsp; Always you have been most diligent and consistent with your discipline."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 01:28:18</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monaco City - Italian/French Restraurant "Adagio"<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Phillipe Creaux and Ietje Van Leeuwen<br><br>Mizuki was listening to the conversation between her master and his friend and inwardly nodded as her master explained his stance in their current relationship. Her master certainly was strict but never once made a gesture that she was unwanted. Punishments meted by him always dealt within reason, just enough to make sure that she would never make the same mistake again. On the other hand, he was also generous in rewarding her if he deemed her worthy of it although mostly just in small gestures such as allowing her to pick their lunch like he did today, no doubt her prize for preventing the japanese born slave's attempted escape from before. <br><br>Over the course of the men's conversation, she had finally finished her spaghetti and washed it down with the provided glass of water. She recognized her master's signal to make her way to him and immediately climbed down from her seat to crawl to his side before stopping right next to his feet. She folded her feet under her and leaned against his feet which put herself in a pose not unlike their position that same morning at the BAF office waiting room. When she felt the man's strong but rough hand running through her hair, she immediately felt herself feeling relaxed even purred much like a cat. For some reason, the sensation of her master petting her on he head always makes her feeling relaxed and happy even since their childhood days before they officially became master and pet. She nearly drifted to sleep under his fingers, not helped by her full stomach after eating her lunch when she felt the sensation stopped. <br><br>As her master stood up, she knew that its time to leave and back to work. Sure enough, her master started to make his way back to his office after saying goodbye to his friend and she immediately crawled just a few step behind to follow him. As she walked, she took a glance over her shoulder to look at the other slave that her master's friend had brought along and offered her a small smile before turning her head back to to the front as she thought to herself, <em>'My condolence for you, sister. Hopefully your master will treat you a little better now....'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 10:01:32</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car - Restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><br><hr><br>A lot had been gained with this little chat that he had with the young man. New perspective on the whole matter of slave had been granted to him by Ryuuji. Phillipe stood, "I shall find you, do not worry. Have a good night. Ieetje come here please, we are going home." His hand was held out to her, not a normal gesture unless a strike was to follow but he did do new things all the time to throw the poor girl off. This time though, he wanted to feel her hand in his as they walked back to the car. Doing so with a slave showed that you appreciated them, a thing that Phillipe did not truly do enough of.<br><br>Mind games had been his way of breaking her down when he had not thought of a more simpler method. If he balanced the way that he had handled his slave better, then maybe she could even grow to like him. Serving him because of her preference for him more than simply she would be punished if she didn't. Quick glances were issued in Ryuuji's direction while he waited to make sure that they were out of earshot. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and then got in after her.<br><br>"Ieetje, tell me honestly what your thoughts are on the subject I was just speaking about with Ryuuji. Specifically how do you feel about our master-slave relationship?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:31:19</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br><hr><br>Ietje sat quietly, elegantly as the conversation continued.&nbsp; She sipped her water and projected the air of a perfect lady.&nbsp; When Phillipe stood she rose gracefully and with a pleased nod took his hand.&nbsp; She wondered if he was working some angle on her but regardless she would use the opportunity to live with dignity as much as she was allowed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She walked along with him, the simple pleasure of holding his hand not unwelcome although there was a careful wariness toward him in her attitude..<br><br>Her eyebrows raised for just an instant as he held the door open for her.&nbsp; She was too well trained both by him and her mother to show overt surprise; a lady, a woman never let's her guard down like that except around her closest lover.&nbsp; She smiled thankfully to him, the smile reaching her eyes but more in simple thankfulness than any deeper gratitude.&nbsp; Slipping into the seat she sat, looking at him attentively for whatever punishment he planned on enforcing.&nbsp; At his words she paused and examined his face, his posture carefully.&nbsp; What did he mean, what game was he playing?&nbsp; Ietje chose her words carefully.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; honestly?&nbsp; You are my master and I am your slave.&nbsp; That is all there is too it.&nbsp; I... would prefer more affection, more honest respect between us if that is what you mean.&nbsp; As to love?&nbsp; I don't think I've been in love with anyone that way, ever.&nbsp; Could it develop master, yes, I think so.&nbsp; Would it develop between us?&nbsp; I don't know master, I don't know."&nbsp; She almost cringed as she finished, wondering how he would react.&nbsp; Still, she was too proud to lie or dissemble when asked a direct question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 22:23:04</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car <br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>Honesty, it had been what he had asked for and it had been what he had been given. Phillipe looked at his beautiful slave. Most of his attention was focused on her eyes not studying them for lying but for emotion. Phillipe actually wanted to know how she felt about the issue. "And what would you like to see changed to foster this affection and honest respect between us?" The more professional tone and expression on her master was evident. Phillipe was not thinking of all the ways that he could use any of this against her. Out of his pocket, he pulled a small tablet that he used to take down notes and things. He opened it to the note taking application and then passed it over to her.<br><br>"Write it down there, Ietje. I will need a record of this just so that I may work towards these changes." Phillipe put on a softer expression one usually only seen around his friends that would usually harden when he talked to her. In a couple of minutes, they were going to be home. And then she was going to face punishment. Yet till then, he liked the little discourse that they were having about their relationship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 09:16:39</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br><hr><br>Ietje met Phillipe's gaze evenly.&nbsp; There was no challenge, no submission only a calm regard.&nbsp; She had a faint look of surprise on her face as he asked her what she thought about their emotional relationship.&nbsp; It was a total switch of attitude and she was very, very wary yet.&nbsp; Still, she would certainly be punished if she did not answer him fully and honestly.&nbsp; She took the tablet and started writing.&nbsp; "Master... if you want actual affection... first you should treat me as a person, as a professional rather than tormenting and humiliating me.&nbsp; I understand that I am... I am... a slave... But show affection to me, treat me with kindness and respect.&nbsp; I will treat you with equal respect due a man and my... master.&nbsp; Think of me as a friend, a girl friend rather than a creature to be abused and toyed with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 04:32:45</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave shop salesroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Hired driver; Khalina Mimouni<br><br>Remy had called ahead for a driver from the hotel to pick him up, and charged it to his room. The driver had excellent timing and pulled up shortly after Remy and his new slave had left the slave market. He'd had his dusky skinned slave sitting on her knees, and he had kicked open her knees to spread her wider to better display her. He had her keep her arms behind her, chest thrust out. In the few minutes it took for the driver to arrive, she began a puddle on the sidewalk. <br><br>When the driver arrived, Remy pulled on the choker chain around her neck and clicked his tongue, <strong>Crawl into the car, little one,</strong> he said. <strong>That wet spot on the concrete is from you, you know. It's good that you're so excited for this new life of yours.</strong><br><br><strong>Driver, back to the hotel,</strong> he said and the car moved on, taking them back to the hotel, just a short drive away.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 19:01:02</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car <br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Ietje van Leeuwen<br><br><hr><br>Phillipe looked at what she was typing with a curious look on his face. It seemed that the things that she was typing were pretty straight forward. Ietje wanted to have affection, respect, and not to be objectified. Phillipe knew he could give her these thing without sacrificing what he liked to do. Certain things would need to be more limited in scope. But still he was going to be pleased to see her actually be affectionate instead of seeming so forced. "I will try to help you with those." Phillipe told her as he looked down at the screen.<br><br>"Any more darling?" He asked her as the car began to come to a stop before their apartment building. Her punishment was going to be coming soon since he was not the type to forgive such a thing even though they were going to change their relationship a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 07:18:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br><strong>Collar Setting:</strong> 2<br><br><hr><br>Ietje really, really wanted to be free, to be back in her carefree life but right now her reality was slavery and the ownership of this man.&nbsp; He seemed to be offering her some chance at a normal life and she would take it as she could.&nbsp; He was a handsome, intelligent man that she imagined she could come to like although whether she could ever love someone like she'd heard some slaves do; well that was another story.<br><br>She smiled at him.&nbsp; The smile was genuine for the first time ever as he took the screen.&nbsp; "Please don't publicly humiliate me like some animal.&nbsp; I... I will act as I should, as you desire in public.&nbsp; Let me have some pride within the limits that I am currently held.&nbsp; That is all, master."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 01:27:15</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Khalina_Avatar_03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Khalina Mimouni</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the car with master<br><strong>With:</strong> Remy Bordelon<br><br>My eyes traveled up to my master as he pulled my arms back. I was so very exposed to the world that I whimpered slightly as my glistening pussy was so easily seen. Inside I wanted to cry for being treated as such an object. However, none of that showed on the outside as I had learned my lesson during training about such. <br><br>It was not long before the car pulled up and I was allowed inside the back with master. That clicking sound made me think that I was nothing but an animal. I was now that I was stuck in this world. I only wish it was a way for my family to be able to save me. Shame was written over my face as I climbed inside the car. Sitting on the floor near master. My eyes traveled up to the window as the car began to move. It was more to distract myself than anything from the constant ache between my legs. I let out a silent sigh as I sat watching the sky. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 14:01:43</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Travelling through the city to arrive at the Quai Albert 1er.<br><strong>With:</strong> Leotie Dominguez and Titty the pony-girl.<br><br>From the club (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158034.msg7281678#msg7281678) the night-time journey through the city was delightful. The air was still hot, the baked heat radiating off the concrete and tarmac from the long hours of sunshine. The streets were busy, the bars crowded. Exclusive boutiques stayed open late in summer to entrap tourists those few hours more.<br><br>The place was a whirl of lights, street lights, signs, illuminated name boards above restaurants and bars, the headlamps of cars and winking tail lights. I snuggled Leotie against me as we went and at each stop in the traffic I feasted on her soft lips and willing tongue, a spare hand, if I had one, cupping a breast to tease a nipple and force a small moan from her throat.<br><br>The roads down to the quay were all downhill. Titty had merely to walk, while leaning back into the sulky a little to control its descent. I held the handbrake partly on down the steeper grades or she would have been crushed under the runaway vehicle and Leotie and I pitched on top of her in a heap.<br><br>Within twenty minutes we arrived at the quay, the swimming pool on one side and the chinking of a thousand rigging lines against aluminium masts on the other like the chirping of a million man-made cicadas. The ferry stop was a section of uncluttered wharf, used by the launches of the bigger yachts out in the bay. I parked the sulky and pulled the brake on, stepping down from the foot-board. A man in a crisp white yachts crewman’s uniform was nearby.<br><br><strong>“Le <em>Galaxie,</em> sil vous plait?”</strong> I asked.<br><br><strong><em>“Oui, Madamoiselle, juste là, à cinq minutes.”</em></strong><br><br>I nodded my head. I had time to leave Titty secure at the quay so she could not be interfered with. Along the quay edge a couple of metres in from the edge, was a series of holes drilled into the stonework. For one week a year these holes received steel stanchions that supported the Armco crash barriers that enclosed these streets when they became a Formula One race track. For the rest of the year they served me in an unwitting capacity for which they were not designed but which I’d made clever use of. From the luggage box of the sulky I took out the folding hitching post. I inserted the ground-end into one of the steel lined holes and twisted it, locking it in position. A special key was needed to remove it. I folded down the two side bars. Each of these was a foot long and locked in a horizontal position. On the end of each was a locking steel cuff.<br><br><strong>“Leotie, darling, lead pony forwards. Here. Good girl.”</strong><br><br>To one side I caught the white dressed yacht crewman watching Leotie hungrily. Her dark coffee toned skin, typical of one of her blood, but darkened by so many days nude in the sunshine was accentuated by the few white garments she wore and her beautiful large tits jutted proudly, swaying gently as she moved, her hairless sex glistening a little from her drug-induced arousal. The man licked his lips.<br><br>Leotie led Titty until the pony stood astride the hitching post. I got her to spread her legs and then locked her hooves into the two bars of the post. Finally I twisted the upright and slid it up, the aluminium post telescoping out to almost full height. The fat metal domed head pressed against Titty’s wide open sex and without ceremony I pushed it up deep into her cunt, driving the two inch pole about eight inches into her body. I locked the pole in place. Now it would be impossible for anyone to steal my animal and cart.<br><br>I smiled at Titty and reached a finger to touch her sex. Her lips pulled wide apart by her rings and chains let me slip a finger against her sticky urethral opening and then up and against her swollen clit. I caressed it and pinched it, making her bells jingle. It was hot and slippery with her discharge.<br><br>I leaned in to kiss her on the lips even with her mouth filled by her bit.<br><br><strong>“No cumming you fat bitch,”</strong> I ordered her, <strong>“Don’t even move. If you cum on that pole, I have a witness and by God you’ll be sorry.”</strong> I slapped her tits several times, then took up Leotie’s leash and turned to the crewman. Across the harbour behind him a powerful launch growled and grumbled to a tidy stop at the wharf. From my purse a took a 50 Euro note and tucked it into the man’s jacket breast pocket.<br><br><strong>“Please keep an eye on my horse and cart. The pony is a horny bitch but I am training her in the art of self-restraint, so she is not to cum. I have set her collar restrictor to ‘no contact’. Please ensure no-one touches her and if she even moves up and down on that pole, you will report her behaviour to me on my return. Thank you very much. Come, darling.”</strong><br><br>The last sentence was directed at my dusky slave and we descended the stone steps and stepped onto the floating pontoon against which the Galaxy’s launch was idling. I climbed aboard, Leotie followed and within moments we were moving out across the harbour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 15:12:16</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Quayside (and en route to).<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, Leotie and the ferryman, then left alone.<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 1<br><hr><br>It was all down hill. That actually sounds easier that it really is... There is such a thing as conservation of momentum. newtons first law: A body in motion tends to remain in motion unless acted upon by an external force. The sulky was heavy and was being acted on by gravity which was trying to accelerate it down hill. On some of the curves it was all I could do to make the thing turn. Mistress was on the handbrake, thank goodness. She may be cruel but she isn't stupid. Having an exhausted animal try and slow the cart without assistance was asking for trouble. I wouldn't care, because i would most likely be dead, crushed between the cart and whatever it ran into, but Mistress and her little pet, would probably survive such a crash.<br><br>But it didn't happen. I didn't want it to happen and did my best to avoid it happening. If I wanted to die there were easier ways!<br><br>So, yes, the route was fairly straight and only a couple of nasty switch-backs. I could hear the sounds of Mistress playing with her pet just behind me. I have to admit to a tinge of envy. What wouldn't I give to be there, now... One moment of rage, not fully comprehending the consequences of my changed circumstances, and my life had become one of perpetual torture. And the funny thing about that is it grows on you.<br><br>At first I had resisted and struggled, but over the years I had learned that was futile, and stopped, then I had learned to accept the pain and humiliation, and now... Heh, now I actually enjoyed them.<br><br>I was too busy concentrating on the road to care about the beauty of the Monaco streets at night. There was a lot of traffic, and even though Mistress was officially driving and I was just the animal pulling the cart, it fell to me to make sure it was safe. Mistress could whip my backside until it bled, but there was no way I was going to pull out into traffic until the oncoming vehicles gave way. Thank fuck for the stupid European law that gives priority to traffic joining from the right...<br><br>Well, we made it safely to the harbour and Mistress asked a ferryman about the Galaxy. I snorted and stamped, hoping for a treat, maybe. HAH! Boy did I get a treat. Mistress set up one of her moveable hitching posts, and I let out a soft frustrated sigh, knowing damn well what was coming.<br><br>I whickered a soft plea that was completely ignored, as I expected it to be. Mistress had made her mind up and I was the object of her sadism for this evening. No milking, no orgasms, and a cold two-inch bar shoved deep into my cunt. I was tempted, oh, so very tempted, as Mistress left with the pet. But the man was sitting there watching me lecherously. I decided not to give him the satisfaction.<br><br>God how I needed to cum. More than that, though, as the evening cooled and the sweat dried on me, I needed to sit down. My thigh muscles began twitching and the only way to ease them was to do what real pony's do - stand hip-shot. One hip higher than the other takes the weight off the leg that is raised, but puts it all on the other leg. <br><br>I was careful that the man Mistress had paid to watch didn't see me change hips, only doing so when he was looking away, because he might misconstrue the motion. It did shift the bar inside me a little but not sufficient to cause me to cum. A few tourists wandered by and one, giggling, offered me a sugar lump which I accepted gratefully. They weren't supposed to, I'd heard Mistress say she'd set my collar to one, but I guess being a ponygirl in public was novel enough that I drew a small crowd. A Japanese tourist actually asked the ferryman if he would take a photo of him and his wife standing next to me, and they were told no. I was private property and was not to be touched. The tourist said he didn't want to touch me, just have his photo taken and the sailor, reluctantly, agreed.<br><br>I whickered and snorted and was rewarded with a broken bit of biscuit. Anything to get my blood sugar level back up.<br><br>I lost track of how long I stood there. At least it was a warm night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 17:48:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Sulky with her mistress going through town to the yacht<br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Nereza, Titty the pony <br><strong>Collar setting: 5</strong><br><br>For Leotie, it wasn't very warm out right now. She was used to temperatures that were in the upper 90's on clear sunny days, not the cooler ones that Monaco offered. So as the street lights began to come on, and the sun began to set she moved in closer against her mistress to shield herself as much as she could with out being rebuked, from the wind. I was happy with that decision because not only did it allow me to not have to look at Titty's body, but every time we stopped at a light I was rewarded with deliciously tongue filled kisses from my Mistress. I giggled and moaned into them, my eyes closed as I pressed in for as much as she would allow me, pressing my chest forward each time and being rewarded on occasion with a grope from my sexy Mistress.&nbsp; <br><br>I didn't like going downhill, it made me nervous. I knew Mistress was perfectly capable of steering this thing, of not getting us hurt, but I always tended to close my eyes and tense a bit, I'd been yelled at once or twice about it, but I still couldn't help my reaction. Miami is so flat! I'm still not used to the idea of any one piece of natural land being higher than 10 feet! Luckily Titty didn't let us flip and I breathed a small sigh of relief as I turned to nuzzle into Mistress' neck thanking her for that, rather than Titty.<br><br>I waited for Mistress to step down before I did as well, listening to her talk to the man, being sure to keep my eyes down and respectful, hands behind my back and chest thrust forward for the two of them to look at if they so chose. When they were done I stayed in that position until Mistress called me over. I stepped forward and grabbed a hold of the ring by by her bit, trying not to look at her. I don't know why but I just couldn't look at Titty today, and I lead her over to mistress. <br><br>I let go of her and then wiped any spittle that might have gotten on my hands on her, which only made me frown becuase god she was sweaty! I stepped away and watched Mistress hitch her up to the post. I'd been on those before, they were painful when you couldn't just fuck yourself wildly on it. having it deep in you, filling you, touching you, spreading you oh so nicely, but not being allowed to take advantage of it? I hated those things.<br><br>I looked away when Mistress fingered the pony, and saw the crew man staring at me. I smiled at him, pretending to be shy and then looked down and away quickly, wiggling my ass a little to tease him. When I heard the order being given to Titty I looked up and at her for once, a look of pity on my face. Poor Titty! It was probably a good thing I guessed... If she came too much from the thing then she'd be too exhausted to take us back home. <br><br>I followed Mistress onto the little Ferry and sat beside her happily. I loved the water, especially the ocean. And outings like this, even if only at night, were such a joy for me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 11:21:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard one of the <em>Galaxy’s</em> tenders en-route across the harbour. Arriving at the <em>Galaxy</em>.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave Leotie Dominguez.<br><br>The city looked even more beautiful from the water with the lights of the quay and buildings reflected and around us the deck and cabin lights of so many yachts lit up. Aboard many I could hear the sounds of people enjoying themselves. Across the water came the distinct sounds of a young woman screaming in agony, the cries broken by the sounds of a cracking whip. Someone’s slave had been naughty. The sounds excited me and I pulled Leotie against me to kiss her.<br><br><strong>“I wonder if you will be a naughty slave tonight and earn her Mistress’ displeasure. You scream and writhe so beautifully, you have the voice and body of a girl who should be whipped. I might whip you anyway, whether you’re a good girl or not. You look so good covered in welts, begging for it to stop. These~”</strong> I cupped her lovely big tits and squeezed, my thumbnails scouring over the nipples, <strong>“~always mark up so well.”</strong> I kissed her again and then the launch’s engine note changed. We turned and slowed and soon came alongside a giant yacht. The boat was skilfully brought to a stop and we stepped out onto the landing stage at the rear of a huge ship (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147311.msg7358779#msg7358779) that gleamed white in the night, a blaze of portholes along her side and the sounds of easy conversation and laughter from above.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 12:27:51</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Quay, then taxi<br><strong>With</strong>: Titty Thornton, plus her guard, then a cabbie<br><br>The motion of the launch to the quay from the Galaxy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147311.msg7370404#new) had not settled Mati's stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>When he found himself on the quayside he just had to rest against something for a moment to recover himself.&nbsp; <br><br>'Pardon m'sieur, n'y touche pas.'&nbsp; The voice came from a bulky man with a day's stubble on him.&nbsp; Mati sobered up in an instant: he had leant not against anything solid, but against the fleshy shoulder of a pony-girl, tied up there.&nbsp; She whinnied, he wasn't sure if it was from displeasure or in some sort of greeting.&nbsp; Such a pretty thing, he wanted to pat her comfortingly but the man's face was close.<br><br>'Je vous en pris,' said Mati in the best French he could muster, 'je cherche un taxi.'<br><br>The man smiled sardonically - so that's what you were reaching for? -&nbsp; and gestured to a waiting cab.<br><br>Soon Mati leant back in the cab, relieved that the driver didn't seem to feel like talking.&nbsp; Perhaps he had taken stock of Mati's accent and decided conversation would be futile.&nbsp; What a world Mati had arrived in.&nbsp; Not like Florida at all.&nbsp; Pony girls on the street, him barely-known and reinventing himself as a louche lounge singer/pianist - and the evening's climax, the glory of a beautiful slave, whose voice was wonderful and who was to be his in the morning!&nbsp; Now he had a few moments to think about things, why had he been whining about a little excess alcohol?<br><br>'L'hotel Fairmont (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145840.0),' said the cabbie through the grille and Mati fumbled for his wallet...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 21:34:45</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette<br><br>Leaving the hotel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145840.0), he'd felt truly proud to have her beside him.&nbsp; Perhaps as they devised their act together they would incorporate this – Paulette as a seemingly free woman, in striking dresses like this one, he would write a chanson or two, perhaps he would glean details of her life from her and have her sing them.<br><br>'Restaurant Rampoldi,' he said to the cabbie, 'mais avant ca nous voulons nous promener sur la plage...'<br>They could have walked their journeys but it seemed appropriately decadent to take a taxi to the beach.&nbsp; A low sun was still warming.&nbsp; She took off her shoes and walked barefoot as they capered down to the edge of the ocean.&nbsp; There were a few dog-walkers, a loving couple, a woman staked out naked at the sea's edge, the water lapping up over her, her Master muttering something to her in a Slavic language.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh, and then a carriage, led by two ponygirls, jingled and jangled by.<br><br>Mati was teaching Paulette a song, he'd started on it that afternoon: 'So you sing <em>Slave slave slave</em>, and I sing...<br><br>I got me a slave (slave slave slave)<br>Wrote some notes on a stave (slave slave slave)<br>She sang as if they came from her heart<br>Even though her Master imagined her part<br>I got me a slave slave slave, I got me a slave<br><br>I got me a slave (slave slave slave) &amp; she's so dutiful <br>I got me a slave (slave slave slave) &amp; she's so beautiful<br>When I beat her she says she deserved it<br>Even though her Master is a pain-loving pervert<br>I got me a slave slave slave, I got me a slave'<br><br>Back in the cab they were still singing and riffing on it, both using her belly and breasts to play percussion.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes and saw each sting of pain.<br><br>And then they were at the restaurant...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 08:47:48</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>The early evening was like a dream as they left the hotel.&nbsp; She was clad in a beautiful dress that complimented her looks and made her feel... special.&nbsp; She noted the admiring looks that men and women gave her as they walked the short way down to the little beach and smiled.&nbsp; Paulette stayed close to Mati not out of fear but rather to show that they were together and that she was happy and proud to be with him.&nbsp; She enjoyed the opportunity to walk freely and remember happy times here in Monaco before the accident.<br><br>On the beach she dug her toes into the sand and twirled about in happiness.&nbsp; She held her hands out to him and pulled him into a dance along the edge of the water.&nbsp; As they returned she eyed the pony girl carriage with a bit of interest but little more than that; such things were natural to her from growing up and she could little question the use of women in those types of roles.<br><br>Riding next to Mati she leaned back to enjoy the lingering warmth of the sun in the air and glowing off of the pavement.&nbsp; As he continued the song from before she sat up and placed her hands carefully in her lap.&nbsp; Her voice began to trill the words as he began and then she stumbled for just a moment as he began to play the percussion line on her still sensitive breasts and stomach.&nbsp; Paulette winced and shuddered but she lifted her chin with stubbornness and continued on with the song.&nbsp; Indeed, she put additional effort into her responses despite the painful sting on the flesh still tender from the hot wax.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/RampoldiA.jpg)</div><br>The words flowed through Paulette's consciousness however like a rushing brook through its banks.&nbsp; The rocks of her basic personality deflected the flow while the soft banks of her preferences and responses to him were eroded and reshaped not only by the song but by the earlier session hung in the sun for his pleasure.&nbsp; She felt the days and night blurring together in an intense flush of sensation and thought as Mati slowly broke her to his will in ways she had never before experienced.<br><br>It was with releif that they reached the restaurant Rampoldi and the two descended from the cab.&nbsp; Paulette had never been to the restaurant but had heard good things of it and followed Mati, her head held high.&nbsp; Inisde the restaruant was elegant and beautiful, the diners elegant as well.&nbsp; They were approached by a maitre de who seated them near the piano and little stage, apparently well aware of Mati and his preferences.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 11:58:08</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette<br><br>Mati was surprised the maitre d' remembered him.&nbsp; This was the sort of thing he'd always relied on an amanuensis for – a wife, back in the old days, then a partner, then a slave – a woman who would murmur in his ear, 'We were here in the year dot, you signed a cd for his daughter florence' and Mati would smile as if he hadn't heard the voice in his ear, as if his memories were all his own, and say to the maitre d' or whoever it was,&nbsp; 'How is your daughter?&nbsp; F- Florence isn't it?'<br><br>No memory spontaneously came to mind of the maitre d'.&nbsp; He didn't even recognize the man.&nbsp; Perhaps age had withered him, he was surprisingly small, his moustache somehow unsuited to his broad face.<br><br>Would Paulette ever fulfil such a function for him?&nbsp; Amanuensis, aide-memoire,&nbsp; assistant?&nbsp; <br><br>Well, perhaps not, but she made an excellent, and excellent-looking dinner-companion.<br><br>She seemed surprised when he insisted that she decide for herself what she ordered for dinner.&nbsp; Perhaps it was difficult, once enslavement set in, for someone to remember how they used to make choices.&nbsp; So he ordered champagne while she deliberated, and looked around.&nbsp; Even here the abjectness of some slaves was in evidence in their nakedness, or how, say, one on an adjacent table was licking her Mistress's shoes while another, under the table, was ministering to the associated Master.<br><br>Not really Mati's taste.&nbsp; In Florida, where he'd been for nearly a decade, this wouldn't happen in the more salubrious joints like this.<br><br>He looked again at Paulette; smiled, as she felt his gaze and looked across at him..&nbsp; He could easily reach across and hurt her, surprise her with something surreptitious and painful, and she would try not to react, perhaps.&nbsp; But tonight he wanted her to open up a little.&nbsp; 'If you're having difficulty deciding, mon esclave, just share some moules and salade with me if you like.&nbsp; Later I think we may be expected to sing a little something.&nbsp; But tonight I would like to hear about you.&nbsp; About what brought you to this point, and whether you have any aspirations for how we might make music together.&nbsp; The floor is yours.'<br><br>He reached across the spotless tablecloth and squeezed her delicate hand.&nbsp; How delightful: a beauty with music in her soul, and her fingertips.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 01:31:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>Paulette took her seat gracefully, folding the skirt of her dress carefully under her as she perched regally on her chair.&nbsp; There was something in her that responded to a beautiful place like this, to the quiet and civilization as well as to the elegant dress in which she was clad.&nbsp; She nodded gratefully as Mati ordered the champagne, some part of her approving of his choice.&nbsp; She turned her attention to the menu, not quite sure what she wanted and not particularly hungry at the moment.&nbsp; The experience of being out on the two dressed in such fine clothing, attending such a fine restaurant was more than enough bread to fill her spirit while the body could certainly wait.&nbsp; The only marks of her bondage were the collar of course and the little phrase that Mati had left marked on her back.<br><br>She felt his gaze on hers and looked up.&nbsp; Paulette smiled enigmatically in return.&nbsp; She met his eyes for a moment, searching for his mood and his plans.&nbsp; She did notice the flicker of his mood, had seen the change around his eyes and mouth that meant he was going to use her but it passed and while she had not tensed up her mood still changed.&nbsp; She wondered at how quickly she was adjusting to his moods and feelings; was it the slavery, the conditioning preparing her mind and body to accept a master or perhaps she relished the pain and torment along with the music as a continuum of her condition from free to slave and back to free at some point.<br><br>After a moment of quiet contemplation Paulette nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, mon maître, a light repast would be to my favor.&nbsp; I have much on my mind, much to see and contemplate and my heart is too full to eat heavily."&nbsp; She looked down again as he continued to speak, not so much uncertain of what to say as surprised at the question.&nbsp; Of course she should have expected it as Mati seemed in ways as introspective as she.<br><br>"I would delight to perform mon maître.&nbsp; The acoustics and the patrons are most acceptable for an intimate performance."&nbsp; Again she paused, her eyes searching his face and body for clues as to his thoughts.&nbsp; She immediately decided not to dissemble with this one as not only would he catch her and punish her but she surprised herself by reaching the point in her mind where she found she valued the truth.&nbsp; "You know who I am or at least who I was not more than a year ago.&nbsp; I had signed a contract independently of my father and my career was headed to the sky.&nbsp; I had as much happiness and security as any free woman might in these days.&nbsp; It all changed when we were driving from Cologne to Paris after a show.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is when my lover and manager were driving."&nbsp; He voice turned low and intense as she spoke although her words and posture stayed matter of fact.&nbsp; "I was pleasuring him orally as we drove and we had an accident at high speed.&nbsp; I am not sure what he hit or why but he was killed and I suffered bruises and a strong blow to the head." <br><br>"I fled the accident scene I know not why.&nbsp; I moved about in the countryside from town to town and inn to inn for maybe a week, the time is blurry and then I was taken in as an escaped slave.&nbsp; I do not know why I was taken and not freed instead as my contract was paid.&nbsp; Perhaps my father made some arrangements or there was some complications with the accident.&nbsp; Things were blurry at that time and not just because of the head injury.&nbsp; I felt responsible for his death and in a way the indignities of slavery and bondage were a form of penance for his death.&nbsp; And so, her I am with you.&nbsp; I make music and act as your sounding board, your woman your blank sheet."&nbsp; She paused and took a sip of the champagne.&nbsp; "Musically I wish to fly with you.&nbsp; You have a strong sense of the heart and soul of the music, of the rhythm and purpose.&nbsp; I wish to fulfill that purpose through your music and my own interpretation of it into something that has meaning for both of us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 12:39:17</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette<br><br>Moved by her story, he smiled and squeezed her hand.&nbsp; 'To fly with me.&nbsp; I feel glad.'<br><br>The food came.&nbsp; He took a mussel in its shell, scraped one from its mooring with his fork, dipped it in the juice of the sauce, and offered it to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She ate, and licked her lips.<br><br>Desire flickered between them like electricity.<br><br>'Something in you needs slavery for now, by the feel of you.'&nbsp; He squeezed her arm jokily, the feel of her – but he meant it too.&nbsp; 'But you've gone beyond the abjectness you needed before, perhaps.&nbsp; I'll be a tyrant sometimes, as you know.'&nbsp; His marks were still on her skin.&nbsp; His prick, despite himself, twitched with pleasure at the memory of inflicting pain on her.&nbsp; 'Tell you what.&nbsp; A year from now we'll have dinner here and I'll offer you your freedom.&nbsp; And it'll be my aim to have so seduced you that you'll refuse.&nbsp; No,'&nbsp; seeing her about to speak, 'please don't answer for now.'&nbsp; <br><br>He waved to the maitre d'.&nbsp; 'Let's sing something now.&nbsp; I wrote some more words to the song <em>Grace</em> while you were sleeping.&nbsp; I want you to lie across the top of the piano while I sing.&nbsp; Exaggerate the notion that you're posing, that you know how beautiful you are.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the end of the second verse, and during the third, you sing '<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' as a counterpoint.&nbsp; You'll understand when it comes.'<br><br>He took a sip of champagne.&nbsp; Then he stood and offered her his hand, and led her to the piano.&nbsp; He helped her up, via the piano stool, to lie on the top of the piano.<br><br>The maitre d' announced through a microphone:&nbsp; 'Ladies and gentlement, we are pleased that one of our guests tonight, Mati Groves, has agreed to sing for us.'<br><br>There was applause.&nbsp; Mati said: 'With the assistance of Paulette, I'd like to sing you an entirely new song.'&nbsp; And he played the intro, and began.&nbsp; <br><br><em> Grace<br>Some see it in the beauty of her face<br>Some in the way she moves from place to place<br>as if some animal once taught her<br>how to wear chains with pride and hauteur<br>that's why I call her<br>Grace...</em><br><br><em>Shame<br>She feels it in the way they took her name<br>Then flung it back at her, a picture reframed <br>as if they'd the power to make her someone else<br>but she still holds a gravity within herself<br>that's why I call her<br>Grace...</em><br><br>(and he nodded to her, and she began to sing:<br><br><em>de Mati<br>je m'appelle Paulette de Mati..</em>.<br><br>….over and over, while he sang the third verse:)<br><br><em>Slave<br>What does it mean to be a slave?<br>To be his subject, yet amazingly brave<br>She endures every blow against her<br>yet still tenderly calls me Master<br>that's why I call her<br>Grace&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Monaco City]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:18:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br><em>Moved by her story, he smiled and squeezed her hand.&nbsp; 'To fly with me.&nbsp; I feel glad.'</em><br><br>Paulette returned his smile and held his hand, her soft fingers uncalloused and smooth.&nbsp; As the food came she glanced at him, waiting for her cue to enter the stage.&nbsp; As he offered her a mussel she opened her mouth, somehow the act of taking the food from him was both a submission and a shared experience.&nbsp; She chewed carefully, fully savoring the taste as her eyes never left Mati's.&nbsp; She could feel her loins stirring in need for this man, this man of music and perfection.&nbsp; <br><br>Her expression did not change as she spoke to her.&nbsp; Mati's words swept over her and brought a slowly evolving idea in her mind.&nbsp; This was a new way to regard a relationship; different but not so from her previous master.&nbsp; It was an artistry of a different kind, played out on her mind and body by both masters with perhaps the same end, the same submission, but in such oddly varying paths.&nbsp; She felt moved to speak to him as he offered her a future of bondage and of freedom.&nbsp; Her lips opened, her perfect tongue licking at her lips but she said nothing.<br><br>Would he seduce her, convince her that she needed this relationship, this servitude to a master?&nbsp; A year ago she would have said no, even now she thought of her freedom.&nbsp; But with this man where were the boundaries between slavery and freedom.&nbsp; Were she to stay with him, if he were to truly seduce her would she be more or less than who she was if she were still a slave?&nbsp; Would she take his offer and still cleave to him in the purity of their music and the pain?&nbsp; Somehow she was not so sure that she would ever escape this man.&nbsp; Would she even want to be parted from him, parted from the light and darkness and cleansing intensity of his will?&nbsp; It came down to it, it came down to the Will that he worked on her and the needs of her own self.<br><br>Paulette smiled as he spoke of song.&nbsp; How could they not sing in such a beautiful place on such a perfect night.&nbsp; She looked to Mati and smiled.&nbsp; "Of course my master."&nbsp; She let that word roll of her tongue with savor.&nbsp; "My beauty is a compliment to your music Mati.&nbsp; My performance will be as you ask but all that I have to give will be for you."&nbsp; She sipped her own champagne and then rose like Venus from the waters as he offered her his hand.&nbsp; She walked like a queen across the floor to the piano and made the climb up onto the instrument an act of love and sensuality.&nbsp; As she climbed, Paulette kicked off her shoes to reveal delicate, long boned feet with the sparkle of glistening, clear polish on the nails.&nbsp; Her hips and torso flowed onto the polished wood as she assumed her position.&nbsp; Paulette posed with one arm crooked at the elbow, her hand supporting her head while the other hand rested on her hip, the pose emphasizing the feminine curve of her body, the fabric flowing down from her shoulders, over the rounded swell of her breasts the heft of them exaggerated by her out thrust chest.&nbsp; Her grace continued down over a slender waist and smooth stomach to the fertile roundness of her hips and then trailing off to an infinity of long legs and delicate feet.<br><br>Her face remained calm and beautiful like the idealize portrait of womanly perfection.&nbsp; There was something in the way she let her flow over the piano that spoke of subtle, powerful sensuality. Paulette took the elegant décor of the restaurant into herself and made it part and parcel of her display.&nbsp; As he started to sing she shifted to toss her long, honey colored hair over her shoulders her mouth opening slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>Paulette’s eyes began to glisten as he sang.&nbsp; The words flowed over her and crashed over her soul like waves.&nbsp; She looked down at him, her expression unreadable as the power of his music swept her away.&nbsp; Now she understood, now she realized the nature of the relationship that he proposed.&nbsp; It was not only how they would interact as master and slave, man and mistress, composer and performer, man and woman.&nbsp; No, it was an entirely different way that he would see her and in defining the way he saw her he changed the fashion in which she regarded herself.<br><br>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' the words came naturally as he completed the second verse.&nbsp; Each word, each note melting her conception of herself and making her into something that unified with him to become a greater and more powerful woman.&nbsp; <br><br>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' the words were power and the power flowed through her in welcome, purifying torrents.&nbsp; Paulette realized that this man was her perfect match, that all her life she had sought not only a master but someone with whom they both could create something of surpassing beauty.<br><br>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' suddenly she was more than she had ever been.&nbsp; Paulette looked down at Mati as tears flowed down her cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' on that piano she broke and was reformed.&nbsp; As the music finished she reached down and met his eyes.&nbsp; Only one word came from her parted lips; “Yes, I accept Master.”&nbsp; And with those words she willingly accepted the apex of her life.<br><br>OOC: That was a truly magnificent post.&nbsp; Unfortunately RL has kept me busy but I would love to continue this with you if you would have me.
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