Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets
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				Title: <strong>Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 01:43:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moFK8jHyxf8/TUwbYkvIhmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/l9Gl-Bztygc/s1600/Future_Megacity_zastavki_com_17466_12.jpg)</div><br><em>The bustle of the slave markets is filled with the noises of slaves, the arguments with BAF officials, and the inspections of future customers. Situated near the city's port, the slave markets include the BAF Slave Holding and Auction building, most of the city's private slave stores, and open-air markets, as well alleyways and dark-corners hiding less official merchants.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 09:59:39</strong>
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				Name: Mary Landon<br>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Masters and other slaves<br><br>The vibrant red head shifted on the slave block to better arch her back and shift her hips.&nbsp; Orphaned at the age of ten and special State schools, she had been well trained to prepare for this day as she was sold into slavery.&nbsp; With hair halfway down her back, pale, perfect skin, sparkling green eyes, Mary is a beautiful woman.&nbsp; At 5’8” and 125 lb she is tall and very well formed with firm, ripe breasts with nipples that are large and dark against her translucent skin. The Institute in which she was raised actually was a highly experimental site for the development of control and modifications of females.&nbsp; Many of the techniques developed at the Institute were later released for the education of young women in general.&nbsp; This is the environment in which Mary has been immersed for the last eight years.<br><br>Mary has been carefully educated to provide the perfect high quality slave; beautiful, submissive, sexually receptive and educated just enough to provide pleasant conversation and company in an elite setting.&nbsp; She was taught enough to allow her to function properly in a highly literate and technical society as well as act as manage her master’s household if required.&nbsp; Mary was taught dance, music and song to provide a suitable companion.&nbsp; While never participating in organized sports Mary was trained in gymnastics and swimming to provide a toned and firm body for her master.<br><br>She wondered what master she would be honored to serve.&nbsp; In her dreams he was strong, dominant and virile and used her a slave cunt should be used.&nbsp; Now that she was 18 she was no longer a girl and was just a cunt.&nbsp; That was all she hoped she would be and in her perfect world she longed to be put to the use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 06:58:20</strong>
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				Finally summer began which meant that Fortunus finally had time to go to the market. He had long desired to find a pet but school work got in the way of such an endeavor. To be honest the moment he stepped in he was overwhelmed, not only by the selection of beautiful young women but by the magnitude of the place. Wearing only a grey button up shirt, a pair of jeans and lastly black leather dress shoes he felt like a kid in a candy store. He remembered seeing women in the Pornographic videos he watched, what teenager hasn't but most of these women were hotter. Fortunus continued wondering taking notes of the various attractive specimens who were still onsale until one red-headed beauty caught his eye.<br><br>He saw right as she adjusted her posture and he could feel his heart race. Slowly he moved through the crowed of slaves and masters until he eventually got to her block. Looking at her he smiled widely placing his hand on the glass window that separated him. "Why hello!" He said, Fortunus was kind of confused how to great a slave but he wanted to say something. His eyes scanned her body until they looked back up to her face and he took in a deep breath. "Has some one put a reserve on you yet? Why skills do you have? How long have you been on sale?" His voice sounded confident yet young.<br><br>Fortunus typically did not bombard one with questions the moment he met them but there was something about her that drew his interest. Speaking again he slowly pulled his hand away and placed it back to his side. "I well, I might buy you, I just am curious if you had a previous master. Besides I like to know what I am buying before I make my purchase." He said while falling silent again, wondering how her voice sounded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 03:45:28</strong>
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				(http://[floatright]http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Red0034a.jpg[/floatright])<br><br><strong>Name: Mary Landon<br>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>Mary's eyes were riveted to the young master who came up to her slave stand.&nbsp; She shifted to display herself for him as she had been trained.&nbsp; Her hands came up behind her back to offer her breasts while she spread her legs slightly and tilted her hips to expose her smooth mound, prominent sex lips and clit.&nbsp; She did not of course lock eyes with the master unless asked but she still glanced at him out of the corners of her eyes.&nbsp; He was young, very young and seemed uncertain but he was handsome.&nbsp; A young master would be good.&nbsp; He would be energetic and able to use her for long periods.<br><br>When he addressed her she looked down at him and smiled.&nbsp; She had cute dimples that were accented by the sprinkling of freckles on her face.&nbsp; "Hello Master.&nbsp; I'm just 18 and just went on sale today.&nbsp; I don't think anyone has bid on me or put a reserve on me Master."&nbsp; Her voice was sweet, high and melodious.&nbsp; She met his eyes and tried to judge his personality.&nbsp; He seemed smart and friendly.&nbsp; She brought her hand up against the glass to match his.&nbsp; Leaning further forward, Mary gazed raptly at Fortunus.<br><br>"I got A's in all of my sexual education courses master.&nbsp; I am an orphan so I was lucky to be raised in a special school.&nbsp; They taught us sex and how to please men since our first mense.&nbsp; I am outstanding in oral, vaginal and anal sex.&nbsp; I was trained as a full companion and assistant master so I can care for your household affairs as well as entertain.&nbsp; I play the piano and flute and can sing."<br><br>"Oh master, please buy me.&nbsp; I will make you a wonderful slave. I will take care of you, have wonderful sex with you and make you so happy."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 04:08:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortunus Huxley<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mary<br><br>His eyes widened as he took in her full form, he liked what he saw feeling a hardness appear between his legs he looked away pressing his legs together to hide the erection. Fortunus felt the tap as she placed her hand against the glass shadowing where his was. Looking back he met her eyes, they were really pretty he leaned in out of reflex his breath fogging the glass. Fortunus felt completely alien to this type of situation but he enjoyed it while it lasted. Smiling as the beautiful voice spoke of her training he looked back to her listening intently as if it was the most important lecture to ever sit upon. When his mind took the reigns from his cock he remembered that she made eye contact with him. Personally he was not angered but he knew such things without a masters consent was taboo.<br><br>Fortunus opened his mouth to speak just as Mary begged him to purchase her. For moment he felt his heart break, he felt this was an opportunity and if he fucked it up it would be catastrophic. Fortunus was a virgin though he was sexually curious ever since he first saw pornography on the internet. He would not tell her not until later... Finally he nodded with a friendly smile. "Sold, it will be a minute for the transaction to finalize, I hear the markets have been getting a lot of traffic so the system in boggled down." Slowly he stepped away from her holding area and turned to a keypad which also had a credit card slot. He could have also bugged the various staff members that stood around but as far Fortunus knew he was in this little bubble sharing this experience with her. <br><br>Typing a few commands on the console he blinked for a moment. They were not joking around in this section she had a triple premium price and an incredibly high starting bid. Fortunus of course could afford it but he worried this will draw the attention of his father. Hesitating for a moment he took his credit card out and looked to her, melting under that woman's appearance he slid the card, typed in a code and a processing loading screen appeared. Finally the screen turned green and an accepted sign appeared.<br><br>There was a hissing sound as a part of the thick glassy like barrier slid open allowing Mary to step out. Fortunus smiled and held his hand out for her to take. "Mary, though you were quite bold with that eye contact gesture earlier you might want to be careful about doing that in public locations." He said, he did not want anyone to think he could not control his new slave. "I am Fortunus Huxley you may call me master." He said thinking it was important that she at least had knowledge of her masters name. "Are you hungry at all? I saw several other shops nearby how would you like to begin building your wardrobe?" He asked her with an awkward smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 04:53:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>As the young man leaned close to the glass Mary took another daring chance and leaned in herself to kiss the glass next to his lips.&nbsp; As he straightened back up she resumed her pose.&nbsp; She'd noticed that a couple of the Slave Market enforcers looking her way and knew that she'd be in for a beating unless the young man bought.&nbsp; Not that a beating was a bad thing; she thoroughly identified pain with pleasure after six years of intensive training.&nbsp; That thought and the site of a stirring in the master's trousers started her arousal.<br><br>She could not resist a smile as he decided to buy her.&nbsp; She kept her eyes averted from him except for a quick excited glance.&nbsp; She watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he went to buy her.&nbsp; She stretched as the chains fell away from her and the glass of her slave pedestal lifted away.&nbsp; With her arms over her head and her lean yet luscious body on display.&nbsp; She knew that he was watching her and she wanted him to see fully what he had bought.&nbsp; Already her body was starting to burn for him as she stepped off the platform and stood before him with bowed head.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached up to take her hand, the skin soft and delicate, her nails carefully manicured and perfect.&nbsp; She glanced up at him under cover of her curtain of hair and made a curtsy to Fortunus.&nbsp; "This cunt begs forgiveness for her boldness.&nbsp; Will master whip me for her crime?"&nbsp; She nodded as he gave her his name.&nbsp; "Yes Master..."&nbsp; The word rolled off her tongue with evident satisfaction.&nbsp; She was owned now and her entire mind and body rejoiced.&nbsp; Perhaps master would take her away to fuck her immediately.&nbsp; "Oh Master, what I eat is not important but if you want to have a lunch this cunt can serve you."&nbsp; Her smile brightened as she raised her head, careful to not make eye contact.&nbsp; "Clothing Master?&nbsp; Oh yes please if you allow me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 05:22:43</strong>
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				<strong>name:</strong> Fortunus Huxley<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mary<br><br>His mouth was open wide as she posed, his heart pounded in his chest. Her words barely phased him as she took his hand but finally he snapped back to reality. "W-whip you and put marks on that beautiful skin? No for now it is a warning, do you understand my pet?" He shivered as she called him master as if tasting that word slowly he pressed his lips against her hand enjoying how close she was to his proximity. "We shall be off, I am not hungry for now my pet but mayhaps you can cook me dinner tonight." He said as he began to walk he never really held hands with anyone which he found quite enjoyable.<br><br>Fortunus smiled as she seemed excited about getting some clothing. "Why yes my pet, I must admit I love your naked form but seeing you in something that truly compliments your form sounds quite appealing." He said while looking back to her still with a soft smiled upon his lips he stopped for a moment the moment they appeared to have some privacy. "Besides the earlier slip up I want you show you my generosity the more you behave the more master will spoil you. But my pet there is something I want to tell you..." He said as he slipped his hand away from hers. His other hand brushing through her soft red hair and finally resting on her cheek.<br><br>"I am a Virgin, I thought you should know, I mean... Well I have never really been with a woman, I have dreamed of it hell even fantasized but if you are to be my pet you should know. Later I would like to lose my virginity most likely whenever we get back to my place." He said while leaning forward his voice was now a whisper. "Since... I have no idea what to really do with a woman you have my permission to be my aggressive little slut I may need you to take the lead but remember I am still your master, things will probably change... Can you do that for me?" He murmured while gently resting his forehead against hers. He really did not know how to act primarily he was mimicking how other masters seemed to treat their pets as far as body language got. After a moment he pulled his head away and took in a deep breath. "There is a clothing store nearby let's see if we can find you something deserving of your beauty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 07:45:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> On an auction block at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> No-one<br><hr><br>She stood on her auction block, posed as she had been instructed. One hand was on her hip, and the heel of one foot was raised, creating an asymmetry that flowed upward through her body like the curve of a wisp of smoke rising on a calm day. The fingers of the arm that hung free were slightly lifted, delicately positioned with her pinkie raised slightly higher than the others, giving impression that the pose was not artificial, but merely a snapshot in time where her body’s natural motion had been captured. Her chin was raised, but her eyes were studiously down, to avoid meeting the eyes of any men, lest it offend them to be looked on by a mere slave.<br><br>Her posture might have caused her to be mistaken for a store mannequin, but for the gentle rise and fall of her bare breasts with each breath, and the occasional blink, and movement of her throat. As the auctioneer had ordered, she had seen to it that her dark brown nipples were aroused and erect – the better to catch the eye of a potential buyer, of course.<br><br>As she stood there, in that posture, with a very gentle breeze upward breeze from the auction block stirring her hair slightly – another way to entice potential buyers – her perfect brown skin lit artistically by the show lights, and her dark brown eyes sparkling carefully placed reflective lights, one might think that she would make for the perfect picture of womanly beauty and grace. But there was something not right about her... something that made her different from the other beauties arrayed on their own auction blocks around her. Despite her nudity, and her appealing posture, she radiated an aura of insolence.<br><br>It was subtle, very subtle. Everything was in the right place, but nothing was held quite right. While the other women strained with the effort of lifting their breasts and pressing them forward to magnify their size and perkiness, she made only a token gesture to do the same. While the other women tightly tensed their buttocks to give the impression of a firm and tight ass, she did not. She even made no effort to suck in her stomach, and instead let it rest in its natural position, which, compared to the efforts being made by the other women, made her look much less appealing.<br><br>And it was in her expression, too. She was smiling, of course, but her smile was ever-so-slightly strained, giving just the shadow of the impression that it was forced. Somehow, even while smiling, she had managed to purse her lips in a surly pout – indeed, that was a skill she was particularly proud of.<br><br>Because of all this, she had few interested buyers examine her, despite her physical beauty. A handful had approached, curious as to why this mediocre slave was placed in the same bidding block as so many top quality slaves, but once they read her profile in the display beside her, they came to the assumption that her value was as a secretary slave, not a pleasure slave, and few were looking for a secretary slave, so they moved on. Only one or two actually had her take other poses to examine her body in other configurations, touching and squeezing to see the quality of the flesh – one of them had stuck a finger in her, but he had done that for all the other slaves, too; she could not imagine what he was seeking. Only one had bothered to speak with her, and then only a few words.<br><br>She was crafty, and canny. She knew very well that she could not appear <em>too</em> sullen, surly or disobedient – that often attracted the wrong kind of master; the kind that enjoyed breaking a difficult slave. At the same time, she could not appear too pleasant, submissive or perky – her physical beauty easily matched the other slaves being sold around her, and if she presented too pretty a picture, she might find herself a mere pleasure slave.<br><br>No, it was a difficult and tricky balance. She had to appear just willing enough to avoid interesting sadists, and just unwilling enough to avoid interesting nymphomaniacs. She had to gauge the desires of each approaching man, and try to figure out what they wanted in a slave. Most, of course, just wanted a pussy to fuck. Such crude animals. Some wanted soft flesh to abuse. They were even lower than animals. But some wanted other things, such as a secretary to manage their affairs, or a matron to care for their home – still lowly tasks, but despite her pride she had been a slave most of her life, and she knew lowly tasks were what she was meant for. Menial work was not a bad life for a slave, and so long as as she did her duties well she would rarely, if ever, come to the notice of her master. She could stay invisible in the background, and live out her life in peace, doing such menial tasks. These tasks Janisha would do. And a master who intended for her such tasks, and had no other interest in her, this was the kind of master Jani sought.<br><br>All others, she warded away with her aura of misery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 08:31:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>Matthew Loader breathed in the air around him as he unconsciously checked the screen of his phone, it had became a habit of his when he wasn't in front of his computer, he needed to be connected, because only part of him existed in this world... the meat world. Where he had more influence was obviously the cyber world. Given that the cyber world looks like a cluttered mess both from his computer screen and his phone compared to some sci-fi fictional internet representation, he just needed to get the job done, he needn't see any flash UI to motivate himself. He would look at a slave, then check his phone... sometimes checking on people he was chatting with through text other times checking out the full profile of the slave on the net. He seemed to not even pay too much attention to how they actually looked compared to the profile displayed on his screen.<br><br>He had bumped into people a few times from not paying attention, but he was usually slow enough to be able to get away with a mere "excuse me" or "sorry." Wearing a pair of jeans as well as and a blue shirt and a black jacket, he easily faded into the crowd as just a random person... anyone who looked at him probably don't even think he could afford most of the slaves here, he could be a servant checking things out for the slave potential buyers, he could be a guy who just wanted to look around the posing slaves. But neither was what he really was. <br><br>Loader probably had enough money to attempt to afford the entire market, though it would instantly rouse suspicion as to how the hell he was able to, he laid low for now, just looking about his mind half thinking about whether it was a good idea to come here, the other half wondering what to do when he got back.<br><br>Despite his activeness, he had never owned a slave of course he read articles after articles about how to own one, but he never bought a slave because... it was simply too taxing on his time, it was only recently did he find spare time to do what he wanted. He thought he may as well buy himself a slave.<br><br>He looked at Janisha when he came across her, taking a glance at her before he pointed his phone's camera to match her to the database that would aggregate information about her into a single list of feeds that were related to her. He looked through them and smiled, in mere minutes he had gathered a lot of information about her.<br><br>"So Jansiha..." He said, calling out her name straight away. She looked pretty to him, and she had hell of a lot of history behind her, that instantly captured his attention. Even if he wasn't going to buy her... he wanted to talk to her a little. "You have... quite a background." Loader said as he glanced at his screen again. "Would you care to tell me a little more in detail what happened with your previous owners? I might buy you.. based on what I already know... and what you might tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:15:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> On an auction block at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>Warning bells screamed in her head as he approached, and they did not die down at his cursory examination of her. Jani could immediately see that this man was <em>smart</em> – she could see the sparkle of intelligence in his eyes even as he looked around with a bored expression – and that was <em>bad</em>, for her. Simple tricks and mind games would not work, and merely attempting them would probably earn her a whipping.<br><br>His boredom might work to her advantage, though – he seemed uninterested in purchasing a slave. Most likely he was just some bored, rich kid looking for a toy. That was good; she would not look like an interesting toy. There were far more beautiful women on sale around her, and they oozed with either desire to please or defiance – perfect for satisfying the needs of masters who wished just a willing fuck slave, or masters who wanted a pain slut.<br><br>That seemed to be the case, as he did little more than glance at her body, before returning his attention to his phone. Jani started to relax a little. But then, he lingered.<br><br>And then, to her shock, he not only addressed her, but he spoke to her in a way that suggested he knew more even than was on her displayed profile, and he hadn’t even glanced at it. Had he looked her up on his phone? If so, then what information might have about her.<br><br>Jani’s brain screamed that she was in trouble, and that she should be extremely cautious. This man was an enigma. He was a cypher to her; she could not read him. And he seemed to know a lot about her. She would have to be cautious.<br><br>Jani straightened up, clasping her hands demurely before her, and bowed respectfully. When she spoke, her voice was a melodic contralto. “Thank you, sir,” she said, as politely as she could fake, after he mentioned her background. She pretended that she had taken it as a compliment. She knew it was not.<br><br>“Please, sir,” she bowed again, “I am forbidden from discussing the details of my previous owners.” That much was true. Slaves – especially slaves who dealt with sensitive matters, and she was privy to many sensitive financial details of Atlas Dynamics from her first two masters – could not be permitted to speak of the details of previous masters. However, she was also avoiding his real question. She knew what he was really asking; somehow he had found out about her disciplinary problems, possibly via complaints from previous masters. Still, she could not fault her for answering the question he had asked, rather than the question he had meant. She was only a dumb slave; she merely did what she was told, and answered the specific questions she was asked.<br><br>“My previous master passed away,” she continued, keeping her chin up and eyes down. “And because he had not completed my registration, I was returned to public ownership. But that much is in the public record, sir.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:30:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>Loader looked at her now, after he already picked out all things he needed to know about her. He didn't know that his previous actions had led her to believe that he was someone who was bored, and uninterested. He was merely clueless, it was his first time around these places, and when he was outside with people he had always been a little more awkward. He was not a man that had no worries, everyday he had to live with the fact that he committed enough crime to have himself executed or at least imprisoned. His record was spotless, but that was because he and his connection of people active erased their activities from the government logs through a combination of hacking, blackmailing and bribing. It was a fragile balance that could break any time. But had he not taken this path he would not be living the life he was now, and he wasn't going to go back to it because of the possibility of getting caught.<br><br>"I see... I'm sorry for being a little intrusive." He said as he showed her the screen of his phone. It had her profile on it, obviously he hadn't shown her the articles that required a little bit of hacking to get to, the network he had access to would feed him information both from legal and illegal sources. "I'm quite interested in you. You're very smart." He said. "And very beautiful. As for the incidents that had happened between you and your previous masters. I think they just didn't understand you." He said, effectively telling her that he knew of the things that happened between them.<br><br>"What do you look for in a master?" He asked strangely, usually it was always the other way around, what did the master want from a slave? Well, Loader knew what he wanted from her, give him advice on what he is doing, cover the possible short comings he could make, and of course, being a passionate sex kitten when he wanted was a must. But he knew this already, what he didn't know was what she wanted. Of course he didn't expect her to tell the truth, but he would be a little closer to the truth if he asked. "Do you... want me to buy you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:54:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> On an auction block at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>He apologized to her! That was a welcome sign. A man apologizing to a slave was a man who thought of the slave as a person, not a tool – or at least as a tool with feelings worth caring about, and for a slave that was enough.<br><br>“Please, sir,” she bowed again. “It is I who failed you, sir. I was unable to give you the information you wanted.” That was her slave training speaking – a slave was never failed by her master, only a master could be failed by a slave. Even if the master asked the impossible.<br><br>“I see, sir,” she said, and she bowed again to thank him for complimenting her intelligence and beauty, “Thank you, sir. I am happy you find me pleasing.”<br><br>Jani’s mind was on autodrive at the moment, playing through the standard behaviours that had been drilled into her during her training, while she tried to get a fix on this man. What did he want? Would he make a good master? If she could figure that out, then she could give him what he wanted – and if he was going to be bad master, she could <em>not</em> give him what he wanted, and hopefully he would move on.<br><br><em>I think they just didn’t understand you.</em> What a maddeningly strange thing to say to her! What did he mean? What did he see when he looked at her? What was he looking for? He was taunting her, maybe, telling her that he knew of her disciplinary problems. But to what end?<br><br>His next question floored her. There was no way she could answer it honestly! What she <em>wanted</em> was a master who would forget about her completely, and leave her to live a life of luxury lounging about at his expense. If she had to work at all to earn her keep, she wanted it to be in a position that allowed her to use her mind – she did not mind using her body for her master, but she wanted her master to use her <em>mind</em>. She wanted to be devious for him, plan things for him, organize things for him and fell his enemies for him. She would give him her body, willingly and with great pleasure, if he would allow her to have some measure of control, and not just feel like a useless fuck toy.<br><br>The surprise was so great that for a moment she lost her control, and her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, giving away momentarily, that her mind was working in nefarious ways. But she quickly recovered control, and returned to her bland, emotionless expression.<br><br>“Please, sir,” she lied, obsequiously, “The only thing I look for in a master, is the sign that I have pleased him with my service. I ask for nothing from my master; I live only to serve him, as a slave should.”<br><br>And her answer to his second question was just as evasive and dishonest. “Sir, I want nothing,” she said, softly. “And, as a slave, I deserve nothing. Unless my master tells me that I want something, then I have no wants. Except to serve and please my master. Whoever that may be.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 10:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>He knew she wasn't answer those questions truthfully, yet if she didn't want to answer them... there wasn't actually anything he was going to do go try force it out. It wouldn't be honest that way either. "No... I think if the master told the slave to do a task she couldn't possibly complete... yet she fails, then it is the fault of the master... not the slave. And I asked you a sensitive question that you weren't allowed to disclose." Not in public anyway, he intended to know exactly what happened when he was able to.<br><br>"I think I will be pleased in your service if you are able to aid me in what I do, after I purchase you. I will spend a few days training you to do things." That would include both training her to help him... as well as seeing how well she was in bed, he did want a fucktoy, every man did, but a simply fucktoy was no fun, he wanted a fuck toy that could think and do things. He wanted her to service him more than just on a physical level, but on an intellectual level as well, and emotionally... that was a grey area... he didn't really want himself to grow attached to her.<br><br>"It was interesting talking to you. Would you direct me to who I shall purchase you from? I'm intending a fixed price offer.. the quickest way to get you." He smiled, money wasn't really an issue for him, an actual auction was a waste of time for him, whoever the competitor he could outbid, or know not to big against at all, there was no element of surprise when he already knew how much wealthy they have and how much they were intending to use... roughly, on a particular purchase. He would be getting a very bad deal. But when money came to him as easily as punching in zeros and ones... it wasn't in Loader's opinion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 10:30:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> On an auction block at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>“Yes, sir,” she said as she bowed an apology for contradicting him. “It is as you say, sir. You were at fault.” Though her face remained blank, inside she smiled at the opportunity to tell a man that he was wrong.<br><br>Her impassive mask failed her again, though, when he said that not only did he intend to buy her... he intended to do so outright, bypassing the auction. If he had the resources to do that, he must be very rich indeed. But what concerned her more was that he was willing to spend that much for her. He would certainly want her to be worth what he had spent. That might be problematic for her. Her eyes twitched in concern.<br><br>There was nothing else she could do, though. If he wanted her, and if he had those kinds of resources, he would have her. That was all there was to it.<br><br>Jani took a deep breath, and launched into her sales spiel, without enthusiasm. “Thank you for your interest in purchasing me, sir. In the display terminal to your right you will see more information about this slave and the features, enhancements and training I come with. If you wish to put in a bid for this slave, there is a credit slot at the base of the terminal – simply insert your credit card and enter the bid amount. Alternatively, you may purchase this slave outright without bidding using the ‘buy now’ option. After purchasing this slave, please take a moment to browse the accessories store, where you will find several useful accessories for marking your new slave as your property, binding me for transport or storage, display enhancements, along with articles of clothing and toys for use when enjoying me. Once again, thank you for your interest in purchasing me today, sir.” She bowed deeply, and waited, eyes closed, to see what he would do. Would he put in a bid for her? Would he try to buy her outright, and if he could, could he really afford her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 11:06:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>Mary shook her head slightly at Master's insistence that he would not whip her.&nbsp; "Oh Master there are many whips that can be used to flog this cunt without damaging or marring her skin.&nbsp; I would not want to be displeasing to you with less than perfection."&nbsp; She smiled and shivered at the touch of his lips to her hand and sighed as she felt a sudden wet rush in her loins as she flowered open for him.&nbsp; "I can fix the most delictible meals for my master or I can be his meal if he likes more vigorous appetites."<br><br>She clapped her hands and jumped up and down a bit at the idea of clothing. "Oh Master," she put a world of passion into that one word, "This cunt has worn nice clothing in my training but never has the cunt had wardrobe of her own.&nbsp; Master is most kind to this cunt. That way this cunt may please her master even more."<br><br>She cuddled against his hand and looked down as he talked to her.&nbsp; She would not make the same mistake about looking at him again.&nbsp; As he told her of his virginity and his desires to use her as the vessel to lose his virginity she was proud and excited.&nbsp; To serve such a master was a privileged beyond any she could have hoped for.&nbsp; "Oh master this cunt is excited to be the hole that master will use to quench his virginity.&nbsp; She will be eager to be Master's slut and teach master how to dominate a woman.&nbsp; This cunt wants to be used ruthlessly by her master."<br><br>She breaks away as he does and looks to the store.&nbsp; "Then let us go to the store master and please you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 11:12:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>He realized what she just said wasn't very comforting... he was at fault, he said it to her already, but the slave felt the need to tell him again. Was this the reason the other masters were pissed off at her? It was very likely indeed. He knew that if he wanted her then it wouldn't be as easy as just buying her and them taking her home, he might actually need to break her. Of course he was a master at breaking into system, but people? He'd need to read up on how to do that before he could achieve it.<br><br>"Ahhh... thank you very much. You know it's funny how technology advanced so much yet the purchasing process is still so... ancient." He said, it would be much easier to order off the internet if they actually had that option, right now he actually needed to use his credit card. As for the accessories, clothings and toys? He had no clue, he'd just have to purchase them all and see which ones were good. "I think you should save your thank you for when you really are happy with me." He could see that she wasn't. And he wasn't about to argue with her over it.<br><br>He gave her a wave before he went off the purchase her. Obviously using the buy not option. From what he could see the price for her at buy now was a total rip off. But he was too eager to care, money were just numbers to him. He smiled after the purchase confirmation was printed out.<br><br>Loader walked back to her and shown his ownership of her. "I guess you are coming with me aren't you? Janisha? Or should I call you Jani... which would you prefer?" He asked, he knew she would want freedom, even if she was pretending to be a generic slave when she obviously wasn't one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 15:24:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortunus Huxley<br><strong>Location:</strong> Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mary<br><br>She began to talk about whips and he nodded. "When we get home my pet we will look through a catalog, any information you can provide will be most useful." He said, he smiled as she seemed excited about getting clothing. "My slaves deserve the best, when we are in a more convenient location we will get you clothing of a higher quality. The shop here is pretty good, but you deserve the best." He said while taking in a deep breath, as he looked back he could not help but notice a wetness between her legs. <em>Jesus she is just as horny as I am.</em> Fortunus thought to himself with a friendly smile.<br><br>When he pulled her aside the response made him smile. "My pet you are too good to your master. I may be inexperienced down but I have a feeling that we will enjoy each other very much so." He said while giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Now let us go to the shop, I know nothing about womens clothing but I give you permission to find clothing that will optimize your appearance for master's enjoyment." He said while leading her into a rather large clothing shop. "Out of the outfits your choose you may choose one to put on, if you want there is private fitting rooms where you can try on outfits and seats for masters to judge." He murmured while motioning towards the various doors, some say occupied others say open.<br><br>"I trust your judgement on this my pet, you have my permission to begin looking." He said as his hand left hers, for a moment he had a feeling as if his world shattered but he got over it. "I will be at dressing room thirteen, oh and one more thing." The machine made a photographic ID with her name, and who owned her. "Do not lose this, if anyone questions why you are here you will show them this. On the back is a small button to summon me in case of complications." He said while smiling. Finally he broke off from her to reserve the changing room for them to use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celede</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 23:31:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Celede_sd/keilani1.jpg)</div>Keilani arrived to Horizon City, a fish out of water...literally.&nbsp; Born and raised on an island of Hawaii to a poor family, she'd never rode on a plane, never been to a large city.&nbsp; Horizon City was enormous!&nbsp; It was nothing she could have imagined.&nbsp; It was so high tech, so busy, so populated.&nbsp; She'd been only in the City for a couple days and had already been processed, been inspected, interviewed extensively and taken around so she would not be completely useless to an owner if sent out for errands.&nbsp; She just hoped she remembered or would be able to relate what she did remember to wherever her new home would be.&nbsp; <br><br>She had spoke to a few of the other slaves waiting to be sold.&nbsp; Many of them were formally trained, been through years of slave, sex and/or education to make them more appealing to be sold on the block.&nbsp; She didn't get to ask much more about what the training they had been through involved before being pushed to her knees, shoved into a cage or a different room.&nbsp; No talking!&nbsp; But why?&nbsp; She didn't resist being pushed around and learned after the first day that furrowing her brow and glaring at whoever shoved her usually earned her more shoves, a few whips with a heavy flogger, a zap with an electric probe or open handed slaps.&nbsp; It was effective in that they hurt without leaving marks on her.&nbsp; Not used to pain, she certainly was responsive to the little bit doled out.&nbsp; She had laid awake most of the first night with so many questions and concerns.&nbsp; What if she ended up with a Master who liked to inflict pain?&nbsp; She knew life would be much easier if she learned what an owner likes and to do as she's told.&nbsp; But she didn't think she could come to like pain.&nbsp; She had no idea that some pain with pleasure could heighten pleasure, she was so very inexperienced and naive in many aspects.<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Celede_sd/keilani2.jpg)</div><br><br>Keilani had hung back and observed while the two redheads were sold.&nbsp; She watched their interactions with the men as they were being considered.&nbsp; They were beautiful, pale skinned with pretty pink nipples.&nbsp; She felt again that much more out of place.&nbsp; Her glossy, long dark locks hung down her back, clean and brushed excessively.&nbsp; Her skin glowed with a healthy tan, even over her toned body, with brownish pink pebble like nipples.&nbsp; She had surfed, gathered fruits and did housework daily back home.&nbsp; Her hips, ample behind and breasts gave her short frame a pleasing curvy shape.&nbsp; She chewed on her full bottom lip as she watched a few other slaves and the possible owners.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey...what are you doing back there! Move up to the front of the block!" <br><br>She jumped and hustled forward on nimble feet wanting to avoid the whip the man carried.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she stepped up to the edge.&nbsp; Her brown eyes were wide as she looked at the crowd, her arms at her sides, her breasts protruding out, straightening up to her full height of 5'2".&nbsp; She was allowed to wear a white silk which hung delicately from her hips, shielding her sex, signifying she was untouched, a virgin.&nbsp; Besides her exotic looks, it was her best bet at achieving a good owner as it brought her starting price higher.&nbsp; She stood on her tiptoes a moment, looking out amongst the faces, one of the men here would be her Master, one of the men here will be the owner of her destiny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 04:34:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> By an auction block at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>“Yes, sir,” she said flatly at his comment about how it was funny that the purchasing system was so ancient. “It’s hilarious.” There was no humour in her voice, though. “As you wish, sir,” she continued in an unimpressed voice, “I will save my gratitude until then.”<br><br>He fussed with the terminal, and she resumed her sales pose again. There was no way <em>this</em> guy could afford her ‘buy now’ price, despite his talk – when he saw the figure, he’d put in a bid just like everyone else. So far, as far as she knew, no one had bid on her, but then again, she hadn’t yet found anyone who met her criteria for a good master. Let him put in a bid, if he wanted to, but she would convince her <em>real</em> master to outbid him.<br><br>And then, to her shock, there was a tone and the lights on her platform changed from pink to green. He had <em>bought</em> her? Impossible! And he had bought her outright, without even bidding? Incredible.<br><br>She stood there, looking confused and foolish, lost in disbelief, when he returned to her, smug as ever. She still couldn’t believe it – <em>this</em> guy had <em>that</em> much money?<br><br>Well, there was nothing else to do, but introduce herself... to her new master.<br><br>She stepped off the auction block, like an angel descending the stairs to heaven. Her toes delicately touched the floor first, then she gracefully eased herself down until both her feet were on the floor. No alarms went off... she really was bought.<br><br>She turned to face her new master, eyes still down to the ground, and slowly – perhaps a touch <em>too</em> slowly – got down on her knees before him. She leaned forward, putting both palms on the ground, the finger and thumb of each hand touching to form a diamond. Then she bowed low, her forehead and nose <em>almost</em> – but not quite – touching the floor.<br><br>“Thank you very much for purchasing me,” she said, graciously, and then, after an insolent delay: “Master.”<br><br>“As your slave, I will serve you faithfully, obey all your commands, and cater to all of your wishes and fantasies,” she spoke the words as if she were reading them from a card, and in a way she was. She had been forced to memorize these words before she was sold. “Please use me in any way you wish, Master,” she said, then she crawled forward, placing her hands on either side of his feet, and softly kissed each foot once on the toes.<br><br>“I am currently called Janisha, Master,” she said, still bowing in front of him. “Though you may call me anything you please, or even change my name if you desire. Would you like to call me Jani? Or something else?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 05:01:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>Loader smiled at her, he didn't pick up on the fact that she was surprised, nor did he think that she thought he couldn't have afforded her. "Well, that took a little longer than I thought but you are mine now my dear." He said as she walked down, she was beautiful, even more so now that she was even closer to him. Best of all she was his now. He owned her.<br><br>Her attitude was really leaking out now, no longer did he see her as someone that he could do with minimal training, he'd have to train her very much, first he needed to crack her mask to see what she was underneath it, then he needed to mold her to the way he liked her.<br><br>"I get the feeling that you're hiding something... but it doesn't matter. I'll play your game. You'll have to show me what it is eventually... slave." He said, it sounded almost evil in his mouth, like he was dying to say that word for a long time but never had the right moment to actually say it. Now though... the moment was just right.<br><br>"You can get up now... I've no need for you to worship my feet... You'll worship me... but not there." He said as he reached down and helped the young woman up. "Hmmm, what should I dress you up as Jani?" He asked her, he seemed to have a habit of wanting her opinion, hoping that eventually she'd actually say what she wanted rather than what she was supposed to say.<br><br>"How about a secretary outfit? I'm sure if would fit you." He had ordered a lot of clothes and toys to be sent to his apartment, but they weren't ready yet, right now he wanted to get her something that would make her look... perfect.<br><br>He held out a hand to her before grabbing her hand then began to walk to one of the shops near there, once again going into places with overpriced clothing without caring. He asked for a secretary outfit, with a white and almost see through blouse then a skirt that hardly went over her butt. "How do you like this my new pet?" he asked, when he first looked at her there wasn't much lust in his eyes... It was different now, he wanted her... and he would tear her clothes off the first thing they get back to his place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 06:09:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a slave clothing store in the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>As she had expected he would, he saw through her act. She stayed bowed at his feet, waiting for instructions. “Yes, Master,” was the only thing she said. It was really the only thing she <em>could</em> say. But whether she believed he could actually break her was an entirely different matter. She would be obedient and do as he ordered. He could have her body. But if he wanted her heart, that was a different matter. Let him try, though. As he said, the game was on. She would not let him win her so easily.<br><br>She rose gracefully at his command, taking his hand gently, and stood before him with her hands clasped before her and head down. He said she would worship him, and her voice said, “yes, Master, I will worship you as you wish,” but her eyes, though they were turned to the ground, said <em>never</em>.<br><br>“Whatever it pleases you to dress me as, Master,” she said, softly, “If you wish me to dress as your secretary, I will do so, Master.” He wanted her help in choosing how she would display herself for him. Fat chance!<br><br>He held her hand as he led her to a nearby clothing shop for slaves, which meant that the store was jam-packed with various fetish outfits. The store’s prices were far higher than they needed to be, just because it happened to be within walking distance of the auction blocks, and that troubled Jani. He was spending far too much money on her. That made her uncomfortable – not only because she’d been conditioned all of her life to think of herself as a mere worthless slave, but also because she was afraid that when he totalled up all he’d spent for her, he would expect her to be worth it.<br><br>And so she bowed when he picked out an outfit for her. “Master,” she said, softly, “It is a lovely outfit, and I would happily display myself in it for you. Might I also suggest a black lace garter belt and dark stockings, a pair of black pumps? If you wish me to wear underwear with that outfit as well, might I suggest a black lace bra and panty set that match the garter belt? You may also be pleased by the effect of a pair of glasses, Master.”<br><br>“But, Master,” she bowed again, “please forgive me for being difficult. But this store... its prices are... excessive. I am not worth such expenses, Master. I am sure that if we leave the slave market area, we can find stores that care the same items, much cheaper.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 06:47:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>"Mhmmm, always keen on the details aren't you? I had completely forgot about what you could be wearing underneath it." He said, not sure if she was saying those things to sound perfect, or the fact that she actually enjoyed having herself being subjected to wearing revealing clothing like that.<br><br>"I think we shall go with the garter belts then." He said to Jani before asking the shop employee to get some black garter belts for him. Then taking up on her suggestion bra and panties he asked for black coloured ones as well. "Ahh... glasses." He said with a smile. "I bet they'd look good covered in a particular type of fluid." There was no doubt just what type of "fluid" he was hinting at.<br><br>Loader gave her a small frown when the price of the store items were mentioned by her. "It's not an issue, I think it's quite smartly marked, the ones that wishes to save up but travel more could do that. The ones that just wanted to cheapest things could buy things from an online store that don't require a physical one." He said to her. "Don't worry about money at all. I'm certainly not looking a the prices of things." He said, he did remember how much she costed, but only because he wanted to check if his card could accord the price, if not he might need to transfer some funds.<br><br>"I don't want to waste time comparing prices... I just want you to get in those clothes so we could go back."<br><br>The shop employee quickly gathered the clothes and presented them to Loader. "Well then... care to try them on my pet?" He asked Jani, he couldn't quite wait to see how good she looked with all of it on. He bet it might make her look even more sexier than if she was naked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 07:51:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a slave clothing store at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>Jani was mildly surprised he even wanted her to wear anything underneath it at all, with the way he was looking at her. She said, “I hope it doesn’t trouble you for me to think, Master.”<br><br>She made no comment about the fluid on the glasses, though her cheek twitched, and when he said that money was not a concern, she simply bowed and said, “Yes, Master.”<br><br>He presented her with the clothes he wanted her to wear. Of course, slave clothing stores had no changing rooms. Slaves just changed right in the open. And so, right there in the middle of the store, Jani got dressed.<br><br>She took the panty from her Master, bent over, and stepped into it gracefully, one foot at a time, and slowly drew it up her long, well-shaped brown legs, pulling them into place around her hips with a little wiggle, and rubbing her thumbs along the elastic to make sure they were seated right.<br><br>Then, she took the first stocking, bunched it up, bent over again, and slipped her toes into it, then drew it slowly up her leg, then rubbed her hands up and down her leg to make sure the stocking was evenly stretched, so there would be no patches. She did the same with the other leg.<br><br>She placed the garter belt around her waist, and attached the clips to each stocking at the front and back of her thigh.<br><br>She slid her arms into the straps of the bra, and used the cups to lift each of her full breasts into them, so that they would be lifted properly. The bra clasped at the front, then she used her thumbs to set the elastic and straps more comfortably, and lifted her hair with both hands to pull it free of the straps, then let it fall.<br><br>Next was the shirt, which turned out to be surprisingly difficult – it was so tight around her bust it was hard to button.<br><br>Then, she pulled the skirt up her legs, wiggling her hips to get the tight fabric around her, then struggled again to get it zipped and buttoned.<br><br>Then she stepped gracefully into each shoe, rising several centimetres in height as she did.<br><br>Then she added her own touch, and tied her hair back in a tight, business-like ponytail on the back of her head, leaving just some stray bangs loose at the front and at the nape.<br><br>Finally, she slipped the glasses on, then she stood facing her master, her weight on one foot with the other slightly to the side and in front, and her hand on the opposite hip.<br><br>Her cheeks were hot with blush. As she had expected, the black bra – even though it could be clearly seen through the shirt – at least covered her breasts, but the shirt was so tight that she, even though her bust had not been expanded as it was for some slaves, <em>strained</em> against the fabric. The buttons looked like they would pop off from the stress. And the neckline was quite generous, showing so much cleavage that even the lace at the top of the bra cups peeked out. The skirt was no better, it was little more than a belt around her hips, and a tight one at that. The fabric strained around her hips and buttocks, and the skirt was so short that the tops of the stockings, and the garter belt straps, were visible.<br><br>Nevertheless, she displayed herself in this embarrassing way to her master, blushing furiously, and said, with her jaw tight: “Does this please you, Master?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 09:13:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>Loader smiled at her. "I like a thinking slave, I'm beginning to get it now, the reason why you have problems with your other masters... they didn't like you thinking... well." He smirked as he watched her slowly getting herself dressed in front of him. He watched her, even though half his mind had been thinking about something else altogether. It was a nice sight to see those underwear go on, despite concealing her the fact that so much more was left to his imagination made it hotter. The miniskirt and the blouse that seemed a few sizes too small made a perfect look on her.<br><br>"They don't like you thinking when you're planning to do something that undermines them... yet you are not stupid enough to defy them opening. You make them regret having you, but you never do enough to warrant any punishment. You didn't have the sadistic or nasty masters so you ended up being somewhat useful to them, enough for them to tolerate you... yet you irritate them because it satisfies you." He watched her do her hair and then her glasses. She looked so perfect, a perfect slave for him in form, yet in function there was a bitch that he needed to get to and break before he becomes useful for him. It would be another challenge for him, hopefully it would be a rewarding one.<br><br>He watched her blush and leaned forth to stroke her cheeks. "You do please me my dear." He said. "Your looks anyway. As for you yourself. I hope you're not going to use the same tactics on me Jani. Though I think you are smart enough to after I already told you what I think the other masters did wrong. I don't plan to do what they did." He quickly gave her a kiss.<br><br>"Shall we go back to my place now? I have a lot to show you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 09:46:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a slave clothing store at the slave markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>It was a humiliating and degrading enough experience to have to dress in front of him – and in these clothes! – but while she dressed, he meticulously picked apart her mind with his words, even while his eyes picked apart her body. As she had suspected, this man was no fool, and he had seen right through her already – likely with some help from whatever information his online search had given him.<br><br>Her passive mask broke down and her anger showed on her face – her cheeks were hot with fury. No longer did she bother to keep her eyes on the floor, now she looked her master angrily straight in the eye. She almost shook with her anger as she posed to display herself in her slutty outfit for his amusement. When he brushed her cheek with his fingers, she thought they would catch fire from the heat.<br><br>He stepped in to take a kiss from her, and Jani – furious and humiliated though she was – still had a lifetime of slave training behind her. When his lips touched hers, she caressed them, to welcome them... but then she squeezed his lower lip slightly with her lips just before he pulled away – one small way to get back at him, though it was a petty revenge.<br><br>She stood fuming, but there was nothing she could say. She <em>wanted</em> snap back at him, but... this was not the time or place. She needed to study him more, and get to know him better, before she would know what the limits were she could provoke him to.<br><br>So she gritted her teeth, but she bowed for him. “Yes, Master,” her voice was practically a growl, “please show me everything.” Then she obediently stepped over to take her place at her master’s side, hands folded in front of her, and head down, ready to be led where he pleased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 10:05:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>Bingo!! That was a reaction that he didn't expect, but he had seen her mask crack, instantly dissolving all doubt that she was the average slave she was acting out to be. His smile widened. Loader had always been an arrogant person, even though that was mostly due to his skills, blatantly pushing his ego into a place where he leaked his arrogance as long as people was in contact with him long enough. He wasn't going to be a master that any slave could get what she wanted without his permission first, the same with Jani no matter who she thought she was.<br><br>"Why the face?" He asked her as he pulled back form the kiss. Despite her anger, she kissed him back like a submissive slave, it might be just due to her reactive instinct though, she had been trained to be a slave after all. Though her training did little to keep her deepest thoughts in check, that she wanted to best her masters. "Shouldn't you be happy that I'm trying to understand you?"<br><br>"Of course. I have nothing to hide from you... once you are laid out bare in front of me." He said as he held onto her hand once more.<br><br>He started to walk with her outside the auction block and to the carpark where he had a rather mundane looking transport parked, he liked to keep things simple... from the outside anyway.<br><br>He got into the driver's seat while telling her to take the passenger seat next to him. The inside was completely different, populated by man screens that lit up as he sat down and docked his phone into it. "Give her lesson one." He said to the computer that was in his car before the screen Jani. "Have you ever been taught to code? If not... I think this is a good place to start... have a read through of everything. If you want, otherwise relax."<br><br>"Go home." He told the computer before it pulled up a map of where they were before a pathway to his apartment building was drawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saria</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 10:45:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Janisha<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a slave clothing store at the slave markets, then in Loader’s car<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><hr><br>She was still fuming. Her jaw was tense and her hands were balled up into her fists by her sides. But she managed to whisper a reply, while avoiding his eyes: “Yes, Master. I’m very happy that you’re caring enough to try to understand a mere, worthless slave, Master.” But her tone was flat and dull, as if she were saying the words without meaning them.<br><br>He took her hand and led her again. She was so mad, and the comment about seeing her laid bare didn’t help, she wanted to dig her nails into him, but she did not. That might make him change his mind about how he led his slave around, and being led by the hand was not that bad. Her previous masters had often led her by a leash and collar, and she had seen other slaves led by being pulled by the hair, or by leash and collar but while being forced to walk on all fours. Being led by the hand was not a bad thing, and she did not want to ruin it, so she kept her anger in check, though her expression remained sullen.<br><br>She had, of course, been trained in the proper way to walk in heels to please a master. She knew all about rolling her ankles, crossing her steps, and putting sway into her hips. She could make every step into a visual delight for her master, especially in a skirt as tight as this, which would stretch right across the shape of her rear for her master’s viewing pleasure with each step. But she didn’t. She simply walked sullenly and stubbornly, as unappealingly as she could manage without actually stomping her feet.<br><br>And when she saw his car, she was confused all over again. He had had enough money to buy her outright... he bought things for his <em>slave</em> without caring about value... and yet he drove in <em>this</em>? Her three previous masters had all been big shot executives at AD, or a CEO of his own company – they travelled in <em>style</em>. This guy was just some punk! But then where was the money coming from?<br><br>She obeyed his instructions and took the passenger seat, and as she got in and saw all the screens lit up, a light went on in her own brain.<br><br>Her idea was further confirmed when her master opened up a text on computer programming, and invited her to read.<br><br>A smile spread across her face – a <em>real</em> smile, the first real smile she’d smiled all day. But it wasn’t a <em>pleasant</em> smile, it was a <em>wicked</em> smile. It was the smile of a villain who had just seen the weakness in the hero’s armour. She reclined in her seat, which further stretched the fabric of her top across her breasts, and crossed her legs for her Master’s viewing pleasure, and rested her hands daintily on her lap. She smiled at her Master, one corner of her lips curling up, with her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Master,” she said in a sweetly modulated tone, “you are so kind to give your unworthy slave the opportunity to learn something new. I will make you very proud of this insignificant slave; I will learn my lessons well, Master, and perhaps I will find a way to use this gift you have given me to serve you better.”<br><br>And then she turned her attention to the screen, and started concentrating on learning to code.<br><br>Because, now, she knew where her Master’s power came from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 11:09:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Matthew Loader<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Janisha<br><br><hr><br>It was hard not to notice her as she sat in the chair of the car, her body was practically perfect, a form he would likely drool over had he not been desensitized to the female form from hours of endless browsing, even so her allure seemed to break that and the only reason that he wasn't completely falling for her was what went on in her mind, his mind sought to break the enigma that surrounded her. He wanted her laid bare both in form and in part to her mind. The first was easy all he needed to do was command her to strip. The second... that was much harder even though he knew he had struck a nerve with her earlier she was still very much resisting him, if anything it might have made matters worse. Little did he expect owning a slave to be a game, he didn't get a doormat that would dote on his every whim he got himself a wildflower.<br><br>[Moving to: Horizon City: City Centre]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 09:15:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>"Oh master, you are most generous to me.&nbsp; I would love to show you how they trained me at the Institute.&nbsp; You can use the whips to make me squirm and cry out for your sex."&nbsp; She smiled happily as she talked about the topic of pain.&nbsp; Her nipples were now cute little mounds on her perky breasts.&nbsp; As he kissed her she snuggled against him happily.&nbsp; "Don't say that master.&nbsp; I am only your humble servant.&nbsp; Only by serving a master can I fulfill my purpose in life and someday I will bear children in my womb but that day is far off and only if master desires to give this slave his babies."<br><br>There was a happy skip to her step as she walked with him toward the clothing store.&nbsp; "Oh, I will gladly buy sexy clothing for my master's <div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Linda2.jpg)</div>pleasure."&nbsp; She let her hand linger in his and her eyes met his with a look of longing. "Oh master... I will be quick."&nbsp; She took the ID tablet and scampered off into the store.<br><br>By the time Fortunus had settle into the room she had returned with a pile of clothing in her arms.&nbsp; Closing the door behind her she smiled at him.&nbsp; "Oh master, I have wonderful things for you." She held out a number of sets of clothing and then slipped into a very skimpy bikini.&nbsp; Swaying in the light of the small room she moved toward Fortunus and leaned over and kissed him, her breasts showing magnificently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 09:44:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortunus Huxley<br><strong>Location:</strong>Slave Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Fortunus<br><br><br>When she spoke with being disciplined with great enthusiasm he was about to reassure her again but then she started about talking babies which confused him even more. He was seventeen there was no way in hell he wanted children he needed to set a few things straight but then he felt her hand linger in his and their eyes met. The idea about the eye contact faded from his mind he only managed a smile, something about that look drew him in. No one has ever looked at him like before, awkwardly he broke the silence about the ID and then she was off. "Jesus, women are crazy." He whispered to himself as he got the room. <br><br>When he entered the dressing room it looked normal except for the large couch which seemed rather comfortable and the fact there was a birth control dispenser against the right wall that had everything from condoms to pills. "This may not be a..." Before he could finish she entered with all the clothing she was interested in trying one. A bit overwhelmed he took a seat and smiled as she enthusiastically was showing what she picked out. To be honest she looked wonderful in whatever she presented. "My pet, we need to talk about children I would like to wait a long while before I have them, I mean I am still young and I would rather have fun with less response..." He then saw her in the bikini and he could only stare silently. <br><br>Saying she looked incredible was an understatement. As she approached him he set up, his eyes drawn to her. Finally she leaned over to him and pressed her lips against his. It felt weird but good at the same time, he could feel the length of his cock brush against his pants as he slowly deepened the kiss. His hands moved to her waist, he moved his arms back to pull her onto his lap. Slowly he broke the kiss he panted his head felt a bit dizzy but slowly he looked back into her eyes. "Wow.... M.... Just wow, I retract my original order, you are allowed to make eye contact with me." He said he remembered hearing about rewarding and punishing even though he was bad at punishing he liked that kiss. The look she gave him felt good, it felt right. <br><br>Awkwardly he smiled at her not really knowing what to do but he was kind curious what would happen if he kissed her again. Slowly he moved his head toward hers and kissed her deeply. Never in a million years would he do this kind of thing here, but the teenage hormones combined with a beautiful woman who wanted to jump his bones was a dangerous combination. Moaning lightly he slowly broke the kiss, his head resting against her forehead again, he could feel his heart race and his lips inches away from hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 18:20:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> John Watt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Market Auction Blocks<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Keilani<br><br>John Watt had been in Horizon City for only a few days, after moving into his new mansion, which his father had purchased and furnished for him out of the family fortune. He had spent the first two days unpacking and familiarizing himself with the city, he had visited several of the local malls in order to purchase things which he felt were needed in his home. His father had been very generous in providing John everything he would need, but there were some things John preferred to purchase himself, especially those things pertinent to the ownership, use and management of a slave. His home now had everything he needed to use and punish any slave he purchased, the moment he brought her home he could waste no time putting her though her paces. However he owned none, owing to the fact he hadn't the time to manage a slave and focus on his studies simultaneously through college.<br><br>His uncles worked in the slave trade, in both trading and training, and would have offered him his personal pick of any girl they had in stock. He turned the offer down however, preferring to purchase his possessions himself. Still they offered him an unlimited pool of cash for the purchase of his first slave, after all a man only purchases one first slave and since graduating college the Watt family knew his own personal slavegirl would be among Johns highest priorities. By offering him to draw directly from the family fortune he would be allowed to choose and pay as he liked and it would still seem a gift from the family. The Watt's sold a lot of girls in the Horizon City markets anyway so there was a decent chance the money would end up right back in the family pool.<br><br>After his first day of work at his uncles clinic John had gone home showered, changed clothes and gone back out. John preferred to drive himself, but this time he borrowed one of his uncles limousines to allow him to spend time with his purchase during the afternoon. Once purchasing his slave he would most certainly need time to get to know her and establish his authority and rules over her. Taking the limousine would allow him to dedicate his undivided attention to his slave.<br><br>John walked casually around the auction blocks, surveying the various slaves on sale, each tried to best show off her assets and he admired their training as women who had embraced their best use to society as dictated to them by men. He recognized several girls from his visits to uncle Rick's training kennels. He smiled inwardly thinking of the things he knew he could use to humiliate those women if he purchased one. Before he could pick one of those to browse however another girl stepped up to the edge, she was probably just added to the queue he reasoned or perhaps she had hung back a moment. She sparked his curiosity not merely because she was an exotic slave, obviously imported probably Japanese or Korean, but because her behavior indicated she was clearly untrained. John had spent his summers since he was eighteen working in his uncles slave training kennels and was familiar with most every type of girl only just beginning in her journey as a slave. This foreign slave was clearly the naive sort and a virgin, he was interested seeing as so naive and untrained a girl would certainly need a man to look after and train her as a slave and perfect woman. Yet he was uncertain, could she make it worth his while? He didn't approach her yet, but he did stare thoughtfully at her debating whether or not to inspect the merchandise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celede</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 21:21:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Keilani<br><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Market Auction Blocks<br><strong>Tag</strong>: John Watt<br><br>As Keilani stood on the auction block, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.&nbsp; She was not used to standing still for long.&nbsp; She had watched the other slaves before she had come up, they were so still, so graceful in poise in their stance, she felt awkward.&nbsp; She had never been naked before anyone but her mother and sisters and now she stood in front of a crowd of many men.&nbsp; She felt as if she could almost feel their eyes on her breasts and body.&nbsp; Her nipples were hard, not used to the open air and she resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands, moving them behind her back, clasping them just above her buttocks.&nbsp; Some of the men openly leered, their gazes giving clue that their thoughts were lewd.&nbsp; They'd come closer and read her profile.&nbsp; One even asked her if she would like him to fuck her so she'd finally feel like a woman.&nbsp; She didn't respond to him, looking away, pretending to not hear him amongst the crowd.&nbsp; He had then grumbled to himself that she was too expensive and she was grateful when he'd walked away.<br><br>Then she saw a face that stood out amongst the others.&nbsp; He was looking at her with genuine interest.&nbsp; She didn't know why he stood out to her, he was further away so his face could have easily blended into the crowd of men, looking back and forth amongst the various women for sale.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, his gaze was still in her direction.&nbsp; As people walked around, sometimes she couldn't see him and sometimes she could see more of him.&nbsp; He was dressed nicely, well groomed and stood tall, a man who knew his place in life it seemed.&nbsp; She clenched her jaw as she looked down, unsure what she should do, should she try and draw his interest? She knew nothing of this man, what if he looked nice but liked to buy women to bring home and stick in cages for days on end like a dog or beat them simply because he liked to cause pain or liked virgins just to take their innocence in harsh manners.&nbsp; Her future looked so uncertain and bleak, her imagination running wild.<br><br>No, this man didn't look like that.&nbsp; She may not be very old but she did have a good sense about people.&nbsp; Coming to a strange city, in a new situation, not knowing a single person, she still was the same girl, she hadn't changed yet, it was only the people and location that were different.&nbsp; She would learn to adapt but she still was of the same mind.&nbsp; And her mind said she liked the look of this man.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and lifted her head to gaze where she saw him last. <br><br>Anyone watching her would have seen the brief look of panic as she thought he'd gone, moved on perhaps, found someone more to his tastes.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking, searching...hoping.&nbsp; Then she saw him again and she let out her breath, coming down from the tips of her toes where she had risen to give her just a little more height to see better.&nbsp; Was he still looking at her?&nbsp; Men were walking here and there, obscuring her view, until finally there was an open space and her eyes met his.&nbsp; She stilled.&nbsp; She did not know she should not look him in the eye.&nbsp; Her eyes were glued to his and she remained still.&nbsp; For that moment, the world around her seemed to still and she knew, she hoped, she wished.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 22:25:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>As he started to respond to his comment about children.&nbsp; Mary was worried that she'd upset her master by talking about them.&nbsp; She wasn't focused on babies but all girls were trained in every aspect of womanhood which included being a fuck slut as well as a cunt wife or a brood mare.&nbsp; She was still learning her way around what her master wanted.&nbsp; He was young and seemed to be inexperienced so she would focus on just providing him with sexual and emotional pleasure; that's what they said to do in the Institute.<br><br>She flushed a bit and smiled with open pleasure at his pleased response to her in the bikini.&nbsp; Mary was happy that he liked her body and that the choice of this bikini framed her looks just right.&nbsp; Hopefully he would find her pleasing and keep her as his slave for many, many years.&nbsp; While she would service whatever men he required of her, she really wanted to be able to focus on just one master and learn his wants and desires.&nbsp; Mary twirled in a graceful pirouette to show him her entire bikini clad body.<br><br>Mary kept her eyes open during the kiss.&nbsp; She felt bold and sexy in the new bikini and decided to be daring with her handsome young master.&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled to herself as he responded to her.&nbsp; As he deepened the kiss she leaned down into him and let her mouth melt against his.&nbsp; Mary noticed the stiffening of his manhood and felt an answering stir and growing, welcoming wetness between her legs.&nbsp; As he pulled her into his waist she snuggled her firm bottom into his groin letting the soft embrace of her cheeks cushion the delightful erection growing underneath her.&nbsp; Mary leaned against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples tight and excited against the thin fabric of the bikini top.&nbsp; "Oh Master thank you, I love your eyes and watching your excitement and pleasure in them."&nbsp; Her own eyes were shining with excitement and a deeper desire.<br><br>She looked up at him, her lips half open in invitation until he brought her to him in a kiss.&nbsp; She let wriggled her hips in a circular motion to massage the length of his shaft with her nearly bare ass.&nbsp; Wrapping her arms around his neck, she again melted into him and responded with a passion to his kiss.&nbsp; Her body pressed against his and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he plunged into her mouth.&nbsp; As the kiss broke she sighed happiness as they rested together.&nbsp; His growing arousal firing her own body as did the masculine scent of his body and feel of his arms around her.&nbsp; She met his gaze with a look of contentment as he rested against her.<br><br>"Master, you are so perfect.&nbsp; Hold me in your arms and let me please you in every way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 05:29:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Fortunus Huxley</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mary<br><br>He shivered as she sat against his erection, he loved the feeling of his lips against hers, that ass rubbing against his cock, he could feel it get bigger and begin to throb, begging for the stimulation. Fortunus wanted to fuck or masturbate it really did not matter, he never fucked before but he desired some way to get the pleasurable release. Slowly he brushed his lips against hers and began to kiss along her neck, feeling her ass rub against his manhood in little circles. He heard her begging him for her to hold him and allow her to pleasure him. Against better judgement he let out a euphoric sigh. "My pet, remember when you talked me about meals you could prepare? I am currently craving something more vigorous. I think it is time to show me what you learned during your training." He said as his lips stopped at her earlobe. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer until he looked back to her.<br><br>"How many men have you slepped with?" He asked her while brushing along her jawline. "Now that you are my slave you are only allowed to pleasure me, do you understand?" He murmured while his hand slowly ran through her hair. He had never done this before but Fortunus was very much the possessive type. With naive confidence he pulled her hair as her head tilted back slightly. "What happened, happened in your past but if I find out you have been fucking other men in my ownership I will purchase another slave and make love to her every chance I get and you will have to watch do you understand?" He only knew how she behaved from her body language and he knew she had a high sex drive, hell he had a high sex drive too due to his youth and it would probably grow with his little pet. Finally he let go and lightly grabbed her chin so she would face him. <br><br>"Now my pet, it seems that you need to show me what you can do." He said, to be honest this was not the wisest decision he has made but something about fucking in an almost public place got him really turned on. His cock got stiff against her ass and brushed against it lightly longing from release from his tight jeans. Slowly he brushed his hand against her stomach giving it a gentle caress and moved it up to grab one of her breasts. He gave it a light squeeze feeling the hardened nipple on his palm. "If you preform well master will let you pick out a collar, your choice as a reward for being a good little slut." He said while lightly nibbling on her bottom lip.<br><br>He continued playing with the breast, his fingers grabbing the nipple, his arms getting a bit more loose to allow her to begin doing whatever she was going to do. Finally he let go of her right breast and grabbed her left. Fortunus was liking the feeling of her breast in his hand. Once is Father saw his bill he would get a lecture but nothing really more, they made a lot of money and his Dad preferred to make more money without spending it. But Fortunus did not regret his decision to buying Mary, she was quite sexy and for the most part seemed like an obedient pet. "After this I will take you home, maybe master will even let you sleep in the same bed as him." He murmured, trying to motivate her and see what she would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 02:08:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> John Watt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Auction Blocks<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Keilani<br><br>John watched her for a bit, moving about in the crowd, other men walked between him and her at times, but he maintained his observations all the while. At one point another man approached her and tried to speak with her, John reasoned her shy reaction was due to a lack of english skill. John didn't hear what he said, but he did frown when he heard the man muttering about her worth, John suspected the man knew nothing about a woman's value.<br><br>Then she saw him, her reaction at first indicated doubt and uncertainty. He doubted his consideration for purchasing her for a moment, wondering if she had it in her to submit to him. He almost considered moving on to some of the other girls, but her expression panic when she realized she had lost sight of him and her expression of relief at finding him again told him she was interested in him. He smiled slightly before approaching her for a more thorough investigation. He made certain to take note of the price place on her at the kiosk before where she stood and cocked an eyebrow for what he read.<br><br>He approached her and placed his hands on his hips, he smiled gently, he didn't want to intimidate the clearly inexperienced slave. He hoped he could make her desire him on an emotional level, though since she was a foreigner he wondered if that may be difficult. He looked her directly in the eyes to project a sense of authority. He used a friendly tone in speaking with her "Hi there" he said with a smile "How's your english?" he inquired, still presuming her to be a foreigner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 22:35:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>Mary continued to sigh as Fortunus kissed her.&nbsp; She arched her long, slender neck and tossed her hair out of the way with a graceful movement of her head to give him better access to her pale flesh.&nbsp; She could tell that her master was enjoying her and she continued to massage his growing cock with her ass cheeks.&nbsp; This was such a dream come true for her to be bought by a virile young master who was responding to her work.&nbsp; "Mmmm... Master..." Mary drew out the words with slow, sensuous promise as she had been taught.&nbsp; She had had sex in her training of course with men, many men and women but that had been training.&nbsp; This... well this was real, this was her Master!&nbsp; "Master I am very well trained since I was very young."<br><br>She continued to purr and rub her hands up and down his back and over his shoulders, feeling the muscles and learning how he <div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/MiaSollis-soutenir-04.jpg)</div>responded.&nbsp; Mary had been relentlessly conditioned to not just appreciate the male form but to crave it and her touch bespoke a deep hunger for Fortunus.&nbsp; Her eyes were half lidded with pleasure and lust as he ran his hand through her soft, flowing hair.&nbsp; "Master, I have slept with at least a dozen men while I was at the Institute.&nbsp; They were my trainers and the staff."&nbsp; She shivered appreciatively at the tone of possessiveness in his voice.&nbsp; Then she gripped at his manhood with the muscles of her firm butt.&nbsp; "Master, this slave will not even look at another man or woman."&nbsp; She pressed her breasts and body against him while her hands kneaded his shoulder muscles.&nbsp; "Master is young, handsome, virile and commanding.&nbsp; I could never stray from you.&nbsp; Please let this slave pleasure you!"<br><br>As he gripped her chin she looked up and met his eyes.&nbsp; Mary's gaze was wide and full of desire and the promise of all the pleasure that resided in her luscious body.&nbsp; "Mmmmm... master, let my body quench your virginity.&nbsp; I know I can please you."&nbsp; Her stomach was nicely rounded with firm muscle underneath a pleasing softness.&nbsp; Mary gasped when he found her breast and the fingers closed around her nipple.&nbsp; Her breast was full and well formed although still young and even virginal.&nbsp; The nipple sprang to hardness immediately under his touch.&nbsp; Mary had spent the last six years in training 24/7 for this moment and her mind and body responded as a finely oiled machine of sexual response. As an orphan she knew nothing else but a future of pleasing men sexually and in any other way they desired.<br><br>"Master, any reward from you would be wonderful.&nbsp; I would like a collar with your name on it so that everyone knows I am your slave.&nbsp; Seeing how he loved her breasts she reached behind her and unfastened the bikini top exposing her firm breasts to his hands.&nbsp; "Master, touch me, play with me, use my breasts.&nbsp; Can you feel how my nipples yearn for your touch?"&nbsp; She pressed her breasts into his hands and against his chest, the erect nipples pushing delightfully against him.&nbsp; Kissing him deeply she ground her body onto his for a moment and then broke free, panting and smiling.&nbsp; "Master is hard and erect.&nbsp; You will feel good buried in my mouth or in my cunt."&nbsp; <br><br>She reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head.&nbsp; Running her hands over his chest and stomach she seemed to be memorizing and savouring his masculine lines.&nbsp; "Would master let this slave sleep with him in his bed?"&nbsp; There was joy and excitement in her voice.&nbsp; "None of the girls ever got to sleep all night snuggled to a master.&nbsp; Then I could awaken you every morning with my lips or pussy."&nbsp; She wriggled delightfully as she undid the ties on her bottom and was quite nude on his lap.&nbsp; Her little landing strip of womanly hair was a light red proving she was quite the natural.<br><br>Her hands drifted down to his groin as she kissed at his neck and chest.&nbsp; She licked and nibbled at his nipples even as her hands found the snap and zip of his pants.&nbsp; Reaching in, she took hold of his masculine scepter and stroked it lightly as she shifted off his lap to knee in from of him.&nbsp; Her lips trailed down his stomach while she tugged his jeans and underwear off.&nbsp; Once his cock was free she stroked it lovingly.&nbsp; "Master your manhood is so delicious.&nbsp; May I worship it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RecklessRapscallion</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 21:05:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortunus Huxley<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Market<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mary<br><br>He loved the feeling of her lips against him, his cock got harder as she massaged it with her ass. Feeling it throb and beg for stimulation as it pressed against the fabric of his pants. He smiled as she released the bakini top loving the feel of her breasts without the fabric. "Yes I can, can you feel how my cock yearns for you?" Fortunus said loving the feeling of her ass wriggling as she removed the bikini bottom. "I think I might the right decision purchasing you my pet. A young master needs a woman who would be attentive to his personal needs." He said as her lips traveled along his neck.<br>&nbsp;Finally she removed his shirt, and began to tell him all the men she has been with. Her lips on his nipples felt strange but as she kissed won his stomach and spoke about wanting to share the bed with him he nodded silently. Until finally she began to undo his pant's he could feel that something great was about to happen as she took his manhood in his hands and began to stroke it. It was not cartoonishly huge but it was a nice moderate size, not too big but not too small either. It throbbed in an improving manner under her grip as finally precum began to appear.<br><br><br>"Yes my pet you can worship my manhood." He said his hand reaching down and running through her hair. "If you do a good job pleasing me master will let you sleep with him on his bed. I like spoiling what is mine and I like naughty little sluts even more." He said leaning forward being careful to keep his manhood in her grip. His fingers of his free hand gently trailed along her chin. Lightly he grabbed it like how he saw in the various pornos and held it in place before she began. "After you are done worshiping my cock master want's you to fuck him, preferably with you in my lap facing me." He murmured while giving her a rougher kiss on the lips. <br><br>"Then we can get the hell out of here and I can show you to your new home." He said after breaking the kiss. Fortunus could feel a little be of anxiety but he trusted his new pet. He lucked out having a well conditioned slave the one who would try to bite off his cock. Besides he could get used to having the attractive young woman living within his home and take care of his every needs. A part of him wandered what it would be like to bend her over the kitchen table and take her right there. But suddenly he snapped back to reality curious of what she would do.<br><br>"As far as the collar goes that is great idea, you belong to Fortunus Huxley and I wan't to see the jealous stairs as they see you on my lap." The thought of that made his cock harder in her grasp, his eyes wandered back to her. "Mayhaps when I order that whip I should get some binds too in case I need to discipline you more." The prospect of bondage he found rather exciting, he did have a rather big latex fetish but would wait before he expressed that. He wanted to gain more sexual experience before experimenting more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 03:57:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Mary Landon </strong><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/Untitled.jpg)</div><br><strong>Location: Slave Markets<br>Tag: Fortunus </strong><br><br>Mary shivers delightfully as Fortunus runs his hands through her hair.&nbsp; It is obvious that she appreciates his touch.&nbsp; "I'm so glad that your cock is hard thinking of fucking me master.&nbsp; I will work harder than any girl to make sure you are happy!"&nbsp; Her other hand came around to grasp his shaft in both hands as he took her in a rough kiss.&nbsp; Mary moaned with pleasure as he probed her mouth, her tongue dueling with his in a teasing fashion.&nbsp; She let the thin dribbles of precum wet her fingers and she began a slow, sensuous massage and stroking as he kissed her.<br><br>"Thank you for letting me worship your manhood Master.&nbsp; It is large and magnificent."&nbsp; She thrilled to see the desire gleaming in his eyes as well as the evidence of it throbbing in her hands.&nbsp; Already she was dripping wet and as she stroked him she rubbed her wet, swollen pussy lips on his leg.&nbsp; A scent of womanly arousal was slowly filling the air as Mary's body responded to her training and Fortunus' masculine body.<br><br>Mary knelt, his cock still in her hand as she looked up at him with shining eyes.&nbsp; "Please spoil me master and let me be your naughty slut.&nbsp; There is nothing I won't do for you."&nbsp; As if to punctuate her words she leaned forward and kissed the turgid tip of his cock, her tongue licking the sweet precum from the little slit at the end.&nbsp; "Mmm... " she licked the length of the shaft.&nbsp; "You taste good master.&nbsp; I can't wait to have you filling my wet pussy and fucking me until I scream your name Master.&nbsp; Everyone will know that I am once and always your slut and slave."&nbsp; She took the head in her mouth and sucked and swirled her tongue over the base before pulling back again, one hand moving down to cup his balls while the other slowly stroked him.&nbsp; "Master, I have been trained to crave discipline and whatever else my master desires."&nbsp; Then Mary bobbed deeply on his cock.&nbsp; She could not quite fully deep throat him but she managed to take a good deal of his sizable cock in her mouth.&nbsp; Pulling back she left the shaft glistening with saliva.&nbsp; Licking for a bit she bobbed up and down on his cock before breathing deeply and fully engulfing his cock in her throat.&nbsp; Mary had always been proud of her deep throating skills and had scored in the very top of her classes in school.<br><br>Now she began to lick and suck his manhood, her tongue swirling around as she massaged and pumped it with her hand.&nbsp; Even as she did so her eyes caught his with a luck of mischief and desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 06:25:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/85/Sexy-red-riding-hood.jpg/368px-Sexy-red-riding-hood.jpg)</div>Name: Jennifer&nbsp; Johnson<br>Location: Being delivered<br>With: Everybody and nobody<br><hr><br>Jennifer looked outside as she saw her family looking at her with sad eyes. Her father could not believe that she was actually taken however her sister could not be smiling more. When the car finally left she saw a man inside, he was rather intimidating look. He was very tall and strong obviously enough to deal with her. <br><br>“I am the one who will take you to the market, please take off all of your clothing including underwear”&nbsp; he had already done this over ten times today and no woman had given him trouble. He looked over at her and threw her a small bag, “Put your clothing in there”.<br><br>She sighed, he most likely had seen thousand of naked woman before. His expression was one of tiredness more than a lustfull look. Moving her hand down to her shoes she unbuttoned them and placed them on the bag. The next thing to go was her skirt which she was wearing because she was going out with some friends to party before they went to get her. She removed the skirt and placed it inside the bag as well. Her shirt came out next leaving her breasts exposed since the shirt looked better without bra. Finally her panties were last revealing a neatly trimmed out pussy.<br><br>She looked as the man gave her a pair of handcuffs and leg cuffs to put on. She bit her lips but once again looked at him and she knew the car was moving so it was impossible to get out. Taking a deep breath she put on the leg cuffs first, the small chain would not allow her to move at all as she finally set both of them and locked them with the padlock given to her by the man. <br><br>Finally she took the handcuffs and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She nearly screamed in surprised as the man sat down right next to her and took out a needle from a bag. Wincing a bit as the needle penetrated her skin she looked at him with a puzzling look. Almost instantly she began to feel the effects of the drug as her eyes were getting groggy and her body heavy. Noticing this the man finally approached and placed the collar around her neck before she blacked out.<br><br><hr><br>She woke up a couple of hours later, the first thing she noticed was that she was standing up and a gag placed on her mouth. She tried to move her hands only to noticed them handcuffed behind her back and a tube in the middle not allowing her to get out. The man first noticed she was awake and removed the gag, “Welcome to my market, you are going to be sold for quite a price young lady. Now please just try and behave or I will put the gag back on”. She could not believe it, she was outside and at pure display of everybody that went by. She could see her sister out in a distance, her grin was bigger than anything she ever saw. Looking down she knew her sister had won there was no way out of this.<br><br>The man looked to be experienced with girls that were a trouble, besides her were a couple of woman all gagged and trashing around. She shook her head and looked at the man, “Please let me …..”. Her speak was cut short by a penis gag shoved inside her mouth and attached to the back of her head, “I told you to behave, who gave you permission to speak?”. She looked down as he just kept announcing his slaves like she was some sort of baggage ready to be sold.<br><br>She could remember how she was fooled by her sister, ever since then they both were in a war to see who got sold out first. When she knew that her sister payed to not be enslaved she knew it would just be a matter of time before they went to get her. The only day she decided to relax and have fun was the day they picked her up, her sister knew Jennifer better than anybody.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kalypso</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 07:22:17</strong>
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				(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/683669-bigthumbnail.jpg) <br><br>Name: Addie Mae Thompson<br>Location: Slave Market<br>With: Nobody<br><br>Addie Mae could remember quite clearly when she had decided to get into this. She had just finished her lesson on her prized stallion, Othello, having worked on half passes and pirouettes for their upcoming dressage show. She had put him away, fed the horses in the barn, turned them out and headed into the house, using the back door so she wouldn't track dirt and manure through the house. Shedding her boots, Addie Mae turned to go up the stairs, but stopped when she heard her parents voices coming down the hall. <br><br><em>"John, we can't afford the place anymore. Selling is our only option..." "I know, Sally, but we have other options. Maybe I can make better investments or-" "No, John. You stop right there. We are not doing that!" "Sally, if worst comes to worst, we could contract her off to a family friend who would take excellent care of her. We could put in the contract she could stay near u-" "John, I will never, ever forgive you if you sell our daughter. I will leave and never come back. The farm be damned!"</em><br><br>Addie Mae had run up the stairs, tears streaming down her face as she realized the severity of the situation. Her father was actually considering selling her into the slave market. After he had promised her years ago that he wouldn't ever do something of the sort. She had graduated with honors in her high school, made it through her final year of college and was very close to graduating with a degree in Technical English so she could be an editor in New York. <br><br>Days passed, and a funk lingered over the Thompson Equestrian Farm, Addie Mae blurting out that she finally knew about the slave market and her potential for being in it. It had struck her parents that she had found out, and after a very, very long discussion over dinner, Addie Mae made the decision to become a slave, if only to save the farm and horses from certain doom. "I will do it, based on the fact that I will be auctioned off to a good family friend, who will love me and let me see you all." It was not promised, but Addie Mae had a good feeling it would come true. Gullible and naive as she was, many found her personality appealing, like sweet iced tea on a hot Louisiana afternoon.<br><br>The day the car pulled up to take her away, Addie Mae said good bye to her family, knowing full well that she would see them again soon. Six months later, here she was, in the slave market, hardly trained and defiant as ever. The promise of a good master and seeing her family again had vanished in the first month of her training. The idea that she would submit to another based on sex was an entirely different story. She had fought tooth and nail against it, causing several of the trainers to come away with bloody scratches on their bodies. It wasn't that Addie Mae wasn't a virgin; she'd had at least three boyfriends before now, and had sex multiple times with them all. It was more of the fact that she would be subjected to this type of torture based on the boobs and pussy she had. It was disgusting and something she would never, ever give up fighting for.<br><br>The pedestal she stood on made her nude body high up above the crowd, so if they looked up just enough, they could see everything they wanted on her: boobs, pussy and ass. It was enough to make her stomach clench over several times. Her hands had been handcuffed behind her back to keep her hands where they ought to be to display the best assets she had: her breasts. Being a horse rider all her life, Addie Mae was by no means meek and slim figured. She had muscle in her thighs, a tight stomach, and a set of arms and shoulders that told you she had definitely done work a time or two on a 1200 pound champion horse. Her blonde hair had been piled high on her head, the tendrils of her hair purposefully set around her face to give her an angelic look. Ha! If only they knew. Her green eyes burned at each and every individual that passed by her, stopping by to see her history and giving her a frown as they realized just how much work would be put into. <br><br><em>Good,</em> she thought, <em>maybe if I glare a bit longer, no one will want me and I can continue on my path to getting the hell out of here.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Squrmy</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 07:25:14</strong>
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				Name: Shaun MacNarthon.<br>Location: Slave Markets.<br>With: Addie Mae.<br><br>Shaun walked into the Slave Markets, a smile on his lips. He was here to buy himself his first slave. Recently, his father had seen that his son had become bored and frustrated; so, being the caring man that he was, he asked if he could co anything to relieve his son's boredom. Shaun was quick to suggest a slave; he was nineteen now, after all, and he was mature enough to have his own slave.&nbsp;<br><br>He walked through the markets with a grin on his face; intelligent sapphire blue eyes darting this way and that as he looked for a suitable slave to buy. The blatant nudity had its effect on him, of course; a bulge formed between his legs as he walked; he tried to hide it, but he was wearing jeans, so he didn't really accomplish much.&nbsp;<br><br>He'd been in the markets for a good half an hour when he saw Addie; looking up at her pedestal with a smirk. He'd never had a slave, but he'd had sex before; using one of his friend's at a party. He knew that she was attractive; she had a well-toned body and a pretty face. Shaun walked up to her, grinning; revealing rows of pearly whites. He scratched at his cheeks, where stubble had begun to grow. "Hey there." He said, smirking. "What's your name?"&nbsp;<br><br>Shaun was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black sneakers, a white t-shirt and a studded belt. He crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for a response, watching her; she looked angry - annoyed, at the very least. Maybe disgusted to be in her current position.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kalypso</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 04:30:52</strong>
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				Name: Addie Mae Thompson<br>Location: Slave Markets<br>With: Shaun MacNarthon<br><br>She was determined to do right by her family, and as Addie Mae stood there on the pedestal, overlooking the potential buyers, she couldn't help but wonder what her life would have been like if she didn't go through with this. She would still be showing horses, working towards her education, and possibly dating. Of course, the fees for her freedom were outrageous, but surely the trust fund her parents had set up for her had enough money to keep her free for a few more years? She sighed softly to herself, feeling suddenly sorry for herself in her predicament. Here she was: nude, bound and the potential sperm depository (according to the trainers) for any man who wanted her. She couldn't actually imagine subjecting herself to this if it wasn't for a good cause. She'd heard some are born into slavery, others cheerfully accept it. She was not one of them.<br><br>And so, here she stood, nude on her pedestal, glaring at each and every individual that came up to her. Several of the men told her that if they bought her, they'd whip that glare right out of her eyes and have her begging for their cock in no time. It was all Addie Mae could do to not roll her eyes. She instead looked away, out into the crowd and promptly ignored them. However, when a rather young looking man, no older than 21, came up to her pedestal, she took a breath in and stared down at him, her gaze bored. He was cocky, as any young kid might, and would no doubt through&nbsp; his money around his entire life. The way he so nonchalantly stood before her made her eyes roll, although she masked it by rolling them out to the crowd. <br><br>"Hey there, what's your name?" Seriously. This kid needed work. She looked down at him again, and plainly said, "Addie Mae. Yours?" No longer was she angry, for this kid was amusing to her. Yes. Kid. Being 23 and all, subjecting herself to this disgusting debasement, had certainly worked into Addie Mae's state of mind. No longer was she was young lady working at a horse farm. She was an adult, making adult decisions about her life and future. Fuck. This.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Squrmy</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 13:43:19</strong>
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				Shaun grinned at the girl, raising an eyebrow softly. "I'm Shaun MacNarthon," He stated, an eyebrow still raised. "But that's no way to address a Master, is it, <em>slave</em>? I think you're meant to address me as 'Master', or 'Sir', or something like that." He fell silent for a few moments; eyeing her on her pedestal, grinning somewhat. "Had a few boyfriends, love?" He questioned her, teasingly.&nbsp;<br><br>Shaun looked up to her face; holding her gaze for a few moments. "You look kinda pissed off, Addie. Don't like being here, or something? I thought it was a Slave's honor to be bought and used by her Master." He snickered, seemingly enjoying his teasing. "I think I might buy you." He stated, looking her up and down. "'Cause with a glare like that, you'll scare all the nice guys off; maybe even get one of those BDSM freaks to come over."&nbsp;<br><br>With that said, Shaun walked over to the man who was in charge of selling her; haggling over a price for a few minutes, before offering the man his credit card. He punched his pin into the machine; taking his card a moment later. He had to fill out his personal details on a computer; and a card was printed as ID for Addie Mae; stating who her owner was, and where they lived. He took the card, as the glass fell away from her pedestal.&nbsp;<br><br>He walked over to her, offering her his right hand, which was empty. "C'mon, then, my esteemed slave; let's get you some clothes."&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kalypso</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 17:25:34</strong>
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				Addie Mae looked down at this man from her pedestal, her eyes narrowing a bit as he spoke his name. Shaun MacNarthon. She would most certainly keep it in mind. She breathed in sharply at his next taunt, a wicked snarl beginning to light on her lips. She was already in this hell hole, she didn't need more reminders of what she was and how she was supposed to act. Master, sir or something like that. She couldn't help but smile at that, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she replied, "Yeah, something like that." Her Louisiana accent causing her words to rise and fall in speech. <br><br>As he looked at her, he noted her expression, something that Addie Mae knew she wasn't very good at hiding. Even as a child, whenever she was angry or upset, she didn't fool anyone for very long. "As a matter of fact, no. Being looked at as though I'm a piece of meat about to be eaten, naked as the day I was born, is not something I truly treasure. By the way, my name is Addie Mae. Addie is reserved for family. Please respect that." At his words at buying her, Addie Mae couldn't figure out what she was feeling. Happy to be down off this stupid pedestal, away from the eyes of so many lustful gazes, but cautious and angry that her life would now be that of a fuck toy. <br><br>She watched Shaun work on the price of her, and when he returned, he offered her his hand as the glass of her pedestal fell away. She took it and daintily stepped from her perch. "I would appreciate that very much. Thank you." She hated having to walk through the area naked, but if it meant getting her clothes, then hell, she'd do it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave World 2035 - Horizon City: Slave Markets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 10:26:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Yuka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slave Markets<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Any male<br><hr>Yuka was forcibly pushed onto a raised platform. She fell to her knees, and was roughly pulled back to her feet. She glared at the man who grabbed her, and he backhanded her across the face. A loud yelp escaped her lips as she brought her had up and clutched her stinging cheek. Her eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. But she forced them back, blinked them away. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.<br><br>Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she saw a glimpse of a familiar face. Their eyes locked and Yuka gasped. "Melody!" She cried, reaching her hand out. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but a man nearby grabbed her and turned her to face him. He glared at Yuka and pushed Melody away. Yuka lost her in the crowd.<br><br>"You will speak when spoken to." The man on stage growled at her, his hand around her throat. His grip was tight, but not tight enough to cut off too much of her air supply.
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