Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]
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				Title: <strong>Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 12:44:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MILLENNIUM SLAVE LAW - MONACO - CASINO MONTE CARLO</span></span></span><br><br><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Casino1.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Casino2.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Casino3.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Casino4.jpg)<br><br><hr></div><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/MonacoCasinoMap.jpg)</div>The Casino Monte Carlo is the focal point of life for many residents of the principality as well as many of the rich and powerful who visit Monaco. Open during the day for refreshments and meetings it is a social hub of networking, offering private meeting and dining rooms and a sun-soaked terrace and shaded gardens on the south side. In the evening of course fine dining and the finest gambling with unlimited stakes is the reason people flock to the casino.<br><br>The senior staff of the establishment are all male and all free. All the reception staff, waitresses, event assistants and croupiers are slaves, although they have a strict uniform code which though smart is also sexy, consisting of a white collared shirt and maroon pinstriped waitscoat and a tiny black skirt. The staff are not for use by guests except in the course of their normal duties. Being a slave owned by the casino is thought to be one of the top jobs a non-free girl can attain although there are rumours that the slaves are abused off-duty by the senior male staff as one of the perks of their jobs.<br><br>At all times during the day guests must dress appropriately with men in collared shirts and 'smart casual' attire and ladies in dresses or trouser suits. In the evening more formal wear is required, though at all times guest's slaves may be brought onto the premises nude. However sexual acts between slaves or between slaves and owners are not permitted in the public areas. In privately hired rooms, guests may do as they wish. Military, sports and religious clothing is banned from the casino.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 19:02:11</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino Entrance <br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala (Looking for others)<br><hr><br>Sympathy; the pity of anothers lot in life, it was not something that the young businessman had ever really believed in, ones destiny could always be changed with enough work. He had proven that, his life had never been easy not until he had broken in with his now dead business partner, and his inheritance there of. His eyes slipped over to the collared woman who wore his chains. He smiled at her, that was a rare thing in and of itself but she had been doing him very well, his business was thriving thanks to her continued expertise. Of course she had been born into this hadn't she? Made to be successful and in the end she was still at the end of his leash. <br><br>Ric pulled on her chain bringing her in close as they entered the casino, when she was in his arms, his lips gently pressed against hers. “You have done very well these last few weeks, Kam.” He unlocked the leash and put it into his pocket, he had even let her pick her own outfit for the day... He must of seemed quite the pushover, the thought made him chuckle. <br><br>“Have a good time.” He said moving over to the cage where he could exchange money for chips. Handing her a good portion, “Anything you make can go to buying yourself whatever you wish.” <br><br>He eyed her, “Stay close however, you know how they get when a pet strays to far from its master.” He was referencing the act of the majority of security forces. Presumptions were common. With that he headed over to the black jack table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 07:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino Entrance<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes<br><br>Kamala hated this life and what she'd become. In her age, to be used like this. This was unacceptable. But in this day, in this new age, she had no choice but to be used like this, this was a thought that was constantly going through her head. She often thought of the fact that there were still places in her home country, where women would be burned with the bodies of their husbands. She didn't think it was so terrible anymore. <br><br>She held back a dissatisfied noise when her 'master' pulled on the chain and wrapped his arm around her waist. She laid her head on his shoulder and acted as if she liked this. It had been so many years, maybe she did like it. You got used to things like this after so long of having it happen. But she was stubborn, very stubborn. It often came back to bite her in the ass, especially with Ricardo. She kissed him back when he kissed her, giving him a smile as if she might actually enjoy it. <br><br>She was wearing a black pinstriped A-line skirt that clung to hips and a red button up top, with the lowest red heels she owned, which were still a good 4 inches. When he unhooked her leash she looked around nervously, in places like this she only ever got harassed, "I'd much rather stay with you." She whispered to him moving into his side to whisper into his ear, not wanting anyone to hear her refuse her master. Instead making it look as if she was happy with her lot in life, and enjoying the time out that he allowed her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 22:53:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> From her stables to the casino. Arriving, passing through the gambling lounge towards the sun terrace.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave Leotie and Poppy, an NPC pony girl. Then passing Ricardo Reyes and Kamala.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/NerezaFabrizio01.jpg)</div>Things were running like clockwork at the stables and kennels; my lackeys had everything in hand and so I decided to take lunch out. I could drop by Le Salon Arnoud later to have my hair done. I thought some lowlights and a general lightening might suit the hot sunny weather better. In the courtyard behind the premises that we use for exercising, a sulky was standing with one of my more experienced ponies between the shafts. She looked hot and sweaty, her bare breasts glistening with perspiration and her chest rising and falling, drawing deep breaths.<br><br><strong>"Is Poppy fit for a casual ride into town?"</strong> I asked Henri, my chief trainer, placing a hand under one of the pony's tits and caressing it, thumbing the nipple and making the small golden cat-bell that was attached to the ring piercing, jingle.<br><br><strong><em>"Oui, Madame. Of course. She has just 'ad a two-hour warm up but she is fit and in fine shape. A leetle sweat on the hide looks well, non?"</em></strong> Henri lived a few miles along the coast at Cap Martin and was my most experienced trainer. I trusted his opinions completely.<br><br><strong>"You are right, a little sweat... makes the ponies look so full of life, so... earthy. Give her a drink, I don't want her dehydrating, she might be out in the sun several hours. And she's drugged?"</strong> My hand continued to play with the pony. She began to pant a little and drool past her rubber-coated steel bit. She lifted a leg and stamped her hoof and shook her head, all signs that a pony was excited and in the mood.<br><br><strong><em>"Oui, as Madame ordered. I gave her a Venus this morning. She has been dripping nicely all through her warm up exercise, nipples like bullets, hm?"</em></strong> He grinned at me in his lopsided way as he wiped his hands on a greased rag. Henri always wiped the ponies down with sun oil as well, polishing their hides vigorously so that they didn't burn. I didn't doubt that Poppy's state of arousal wasn't only due to the drug; it was more than likely that Henri's fingers had been teasing her too.<br><br>Poppy was a fine animal, tall and strong, almost six feet, with good muscle tone. A solid hundred and seventy pounds of expensive, well-trained animal. I had bought her at Emperium a year ago and I think she had Russian antecedents. She had high cheekbones, Slavic eyes and powerful thighs and a mane of dark hair, thick and silky. Her hide tanned well and she had turned a superb coffee colour, making her look like a real Bay. Her nipples had been enhanced of course with a lengthy course of vacuum pumps and were now long, thick and dark. Many clients liked to bite on a good pair of organ stops so I adjusted my animal's bodies to suit their tastes. Poppy's breasts were outstanding, large and high and firm and had needed no enhancing. I never bought petite, thin, small-titted girls. They were a waste of time for pulling carts and my clients (and I) enjoyed seeing a good pair of jugs swaying and bouncing as the pony cantered along.<br><br>Like all my pets I had Poppy pierced thoroughly; nipple rings, a clitoris ring and two rings in each inner labia. She also had a septum ring through which a training lead rein might be attached but today she had a simple bar in there with jewelled stud ends that made it hard to see. bells hung from her nipples and her clit, as was customary for ponies. I kept all my pets sexed up with a daily dose of female Viagra. It was simply fun to have them aching for a good fucking all the time, which they never got unless as a reward for being good, or unless a client paid extra. It was a simple and effective way to engender obedience. And God help any pony or puppy who masturbated, or got another animal to eat her out. My retribution for disobedience was always severe.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/PonyBoots.jpg)</div>Poppy was wearing the standard hoof boots and expensive black stockings, fully-fashioned with seams. I liked my ponies to have some feminine touch at all times, to cruelly remind them they were once women. Her stockings were held up by six garters attached to the standard design 'working corset'. A lightweight fitting of supple black leather that was made for each animal and which didn't cover or protect the breasts in any way. A waist-cincher, it carried fixings to connect the shafts of the sulky, cart or buggy that the animal pulled and had a stomach panel of heavier duty leather that transferred the load of the shafts across the hips, so that when a pony walked on, the load she was hauling was powered by the full weight of her body. Some owners liked the pony to hold the shafts in her hands but I thought this gave them hints of being too human, and besides, a pony's tits looked better with her arms behind her, so all my animals had their arms bound securely together behind their backs, folded comfortably over and closed tight with a single-sleeve arm binder also in black leather.<br><br>Poppy wore no neck brace today and her slave collar was on show. Her bit, bridle and harness were of standard type too and she wore blinkers to stop her from being scared by traffic that got too close to the sides of the sulky. The bridle straps had a socket mounted on the top of the head and today a long two-foot ostrich feather plume in white adorned the bridle. I walked around the sulky, checking that the shafts were properly connected to the pony's corset by the snap-links and that the suspension was free and the tyres and brakes were all functioning correctly.<br><br>I had designed most of the vehicles my animals pulled and to reduce weight carbon fibre was used extensively in their construction. The sulky, derived from the American racing buggy with a single axle, was designed around that axle, and the largest wheel diameter that was suitable. Ours were forty-eight inch wheels, with wire spokes and racing tyres. Ideal for the streets of a hilly city and for long trips to the airport or station. From the axle assembly the twin shafts ran forwards and curved elegantly in and upwards to meet at a height and distance apart for the pony's corset connectors to be engaged. Above the axle, on lightweight leaf springs was mounted the bench seat and footboard with behind the backrest a luggage box with a lifting lid. A slender tubular frame carried a sunshade to protect the driver and passenger from the day's heat and for night driving a pair of ornate electric side lamps that showed white forwards and red to the rear could be affixed on arms that extended out from the ends of the seat. These were lit by a small battery box slung under the axle. I enjoyed going out at night in summer when the heat of the day was past but the night was fragrant with the scents of wild flowers from the mountains and the temperature was delightful. For simple fun I would sometimes take a pony who had performed well over the week out on a night run up into the hills, then mount her with a double dildo, bringing her the reward of several orgasms for her good work and obedience. Sweaty and happy, she'd then canter eagerly back into town.<br><br>I checked Poppy's tail, giving it a careful tugging and was happy to find it firmly held in. Poppy had been a pony long enough now that her anus had been well stretched by use and so we had fitted her with fatter and fatter plugs to keep her tail in. This one was exceptionally large, though not very long. When I first bought her, Poppy had hated anal sex or any kind of touching back there, so I had enforced a long training regime of her being fucked in the behind by the trainers every day and whipped when she cried out. I had rewarded her with orgasms when she kept quiet and given her whole days off when she began to regularly cum from being butt-fucked. These simple measures had turned her into a pony who adored being mounted in her back hole and so I knew that the fatter the butt plug, the more it stretched and hurt her, the happier and hornier she was. Poppy's tail was a long cascading flow of black hair, the same colour as on her scalp, over two feet long.<br><br>I completed my tour of the animal and transport and unhooked the reins from the hitching post. The reins ran to rings on the ends of the bit and a simple jerk one way or the other would command the animal to go left or right. A simple flick from the whip on her rump would get her moving and further light flicks and commands would speed her up. Stopping merely required the use of the handbrake, a verbal sound, and pulling on both reins equally.<br><br>At the front, Poppy's bald sex dripped with animal juice. It was running out of her, mingling with the sweat on her thighs and staining her stocking tops.<br><br><strong>"Henri, two thigh straps please and short chains. I'm going to spread her open."</strong> My assistant supplied two fine, narrow black leather straps, like collars for small dogs. One went around the very top of each thigh, at that sweet spot where the thigh narrows in at the sex. With these tightly buckled on I slipped the jewellery hooks on the fine chains through Poppy's inner labia rings and then pulling her wide open, attached the clasp at the other end of the little chains to one of several D rings attached to the thigh straps. Now Poppy's wet sex was spread wide open, her pinkness shining in the sun and her open hole a winking black eye. I crudely stuck a finger right in and fucked her briskly for a few seconds. She whinnied and tossed her head and flicked her hips, asking in animal-speak to be allowed to get off on the crude abuse. I laughed and drew my finger out of her, wiping it over the shiny swollen red bead of her clit, making her whine even more.<br><br><strong>"Not yet, my pretty. You be a good girl today and don't jerk the cart or go too fast and I'll give you a treat when we're finished. I'll have Leotie lick you until you don't know what day of the week it is. So be a good pony."</strong> Poppy whinnied again and swished her tail about in anticipation of her treat. Damn, I love abusing pretty women, turning them into horny, wanton, animals. I reached up casually and gave her fine tit a slap and then tugged on Leotie's leash. The Indian had been beside me all the time today, ever since her alarm-clock tongue had woken me up in the fashion that I like her to at seven this morning. Bathing me, dressing me, giving herself an enema and letting me watch, then cooking breakfast after she'd washed too and spending the day on hands and knees by my side, being silent and beautiful. Leotie was the only slave I ever slept with. I should really start thinking seriously about a husband but he would need to completely understand my business or be willing to learn and so far no-one had met those criteria. For the last six months Leotie had been my confidant and comfort. I had trained her as a puppy and as a pony but chose to have her in human guise most of the time because then she could enter restaurants and bars from which animals were usually banned.<br><br>Today she was nude except for a pair of candy-pink high heeled pumps and a tight satin waspie of the same colour, with ruffles of cute pink lace edging. As usual I had sprayed on the protective padded film to her palms, knees and the toes of her shoes so that when she crawled she wouldn't hurt herself or scuff the expensive shoes. While a nude slave excites me as much as the next owner, there is something about making them wear some vestigial clothing as a means to demean them further. I'd often have Leotie crawling around town in a garter belt and stockings and heels - and besides, pretty underwear turned me on.<br><br>With Poppy given a drink and with copies of that day's Corriere della Sera and Le Monde safely placed in the luggage box along with my handbag and its vital EE Licence, I pulled on Leotie's leash to encourage her up onto the seat. The soft springing of the sulky creaked a little as I climbed up too and got comfortable. With us both sat with our feet on the footboard, Henri opened the double gates that give access from the courtyard, through a short tunnel under my premises and out onto the narrow alleyway that in turn, if you swing left, opens out onto Le Rue Louis Auréglia. I loosed the reins, took the coach-whip out of its storage socket beside the seat and flicked it against Poppy's magnificent behind, a target one could hardly miss. With a short whinny she leaned forwards, applying her body weight to the hip-strap. Releasing the brake, we began to roll, Poppy's steel-shod boots ringing and clattering with echoes under the arch of the Mes Poulains Petits and then out, slowly turning left with a pull on her reins.<br><br>We made our way at a walk down the shaded alley, past the trendy cafes and bookshops and the less expensive boutiques, browsing tourists moving to the sides to let us past, then turned right into the traffic on Rue Louis Auréglia. Coming out from between the buildings the midday summer sunshine hit us with a wall of heat. I cracked the whip again and Poppy went smoothly into a trot and a further stinging encouragement set her up in a good steady canter, her tail swinging from side to side and (sadly hidden from the driver but appreciated by the car drivers who passed us and rubber-necked to get a good look) her big tits bouncing freely on her chest. Poppy of course was getting a nice ass-fucking from her tail with every pace and with her leaking cunt spread open and her sweating body on display I knew she loved this treatment. I applied the whip to her arse a few more times and now and again flicked it over her shoulders to bite at her breasts simply for fun and because a few red lines on a sweaty pony made her look even hotter.<br><br>At the traffic island at the west end of Louis Auréglia I swung the sulky left and downhill along Rue Grimaldi behind hotels and apartment blocks down the hill to Sainte Devote, made famous by it being the first turn of the Monaco Grand Prix circuit. At Sainte Devote we threaded through the cars and trucks, the drivers grinning at the sight of my semi-naked pony and then a final turn left took us up l'Avenue d'Ostende towards the Place de Casino. Up the hill I cracked the whip several times and gave Poppy loose reins. She broke into a feisty gallop and the sulky sped along, the ringing of the animal's steel hooves echoing off the buildings. I looked to my right out over the marina and the swanky yachts at anchor by the jetties.<br><br><strong>"I don't know if there's ever enough money to be made in renting out pony girls, Slut, but one day, somehow, I'll buy one of those. I'll retire and spend my days in the cafés and bars and sunning myself on deck with my little fucktoy to apply my sun oil. We can grow old together, a wrinkly perverted Mistress and her slave."</strong><br><br>I don't know that we got up l'Avenue d'Ostende as quick as Mark Webber but at the top Poppy was panting and snorting and thick strings of drool were dangling from her chin as she chewed her bit. I turned her right into the Casino gardens and a red-coated commissioner waved me down. She guided us in reverse into a parking bay beside the wide Casino steps and I stepped down, aided by her kind hand. To one side of us was some foreign sports car, Swedish possibly, and on the other side a Bentley. Between the two cars stood Poppy, quite the most alluring of the three. The commissioner wore the usual top hat and tails of the casino door-girls but under the coat just a bodice one-piece, like a swimsuit, but made of a neat, stylish maroon pin stripe material. Take off the tail coat and top hat and give her ears and white starched cuffs and stick a cute white fluffy ball on her bum she'd made a perfect bunny girl.<br><br>My slut climbed down on the far side and went at once down on all fours. I connected her leash again and led her towards the casino steps, giving her behind a playful spank. As the commissioner bowed again I stopped. <strong>"Get a cold wet cloth and wipe her down and also wipe all that drool off. Make sure she doesn't get to have pleasure. I'm training her in denial and if she cums while in your care I will speak to the casino management."</strong> I made that last not a request, but a clear order. <strong>"And please give her a drink. Water will do, but not too much, I don't want it slopping about in her belly on the drive back."</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Yes, Madame, of course Madame."</em></strong> The commissioner bowed again.<br><br>Entering the casino I was met by the delightful cool of air conditioning. A row of receptionists smiled at me, perhaps expecting me to buy some chips but I wasn't in the mood today. What I needed was a Martini. With my slave crawling beside me I spoke to another staff member, a waitress.<br><br><strong>"A table for one please, on the sun terrace, in a shady quiet corner if you have it."</strong> Carrying my bag and newspapers, I went through the main gambling lounge past the blackjack tables and roulette wheels and followed the jiggling behind of the waitress towards the rear of the large building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:41:29</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Black Jack tables<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza<br><hr><br>Kamalas desire to stay close did not surprise him, however she did have the right to gamble with her masters permission. Ricardo was always still surprised at how much pride she had even with her circumstances. What did a few guards keeping their eye on her or males make distasteful remarks really amount to? After all she was still the slave to a grease monkey, his vast knowledge of cars, his business savvy, his cruelty when dealing with his own sex were all above par. The socialites didn't care and they still saw him as beneath them, surely Kamala could not hope to hold pride in such circumstances, but she did and it was part of his adoration and why even now she had will. <br><br>More than a few girls had been reduced to his mere monkeys. They seemed born and bred for sex and simple tasks, Ric was a man who needed brains in his girls and used those without them for the most menial tasks while others rewarded them for such things. He considered his most unreliable slaves working the rudimentary tasks, bodies covered in car oils exhausted from the long hours, giving up their ass, mouth and cunt and still begging for more at the end of the night because of the large sums of Venus Kamala willingly worked into them to avoid the horrid state herself... Grease monkeys indeed. He thought. Ric would gladly wear the title as he slowly worked to surpass his competitors.<br><br>A private smile fell to his lips as he went to the closest table, his thoughts elsewhere. “$500 minimum, $5000 maximum sir.” he was not out to bet the farm this afternoon, he summoned one of the girls and he asked her to bring him a pillow, “I don’t like scuff marks on my pets.” He didn't say it for the top hates benefit but for the men who eyed him as if the kindness was absurd. If Kamala was going to stay in his direct company she could not very well be standing over him, but he had promised her a nice time no reason to let her be uncomfortable.<br><br>The female hopped to it and, Ric allowed the dealer to begin doing his job. Ric placed his chips down, and in exchange he was given his cards. <br><br>The sound of clopping feet in the background as he was dealt his first hand caught the Spaniards attention. Eyes quickly glance back one hand playing on his cards keeping them from the view of any but himself and his pet, a precarious hard 17 momentarily forgotten. <br><br>He looked over and, brought her attention to it, “Can always be worse wouldn't you say pet?” His eyes moved up and down her making the considerations, he would never do it of course her crime against him would have to be obscene but reminding her how good she had it rose profits and those nipple piercings would be dead sexy&nbsp; on Kamalas overly large breasts... Yes always good to have something to hold over her. Especially if it brought him some joy.<br><br>“Hit me.” He was surprised to see a two turn over, “Stand.” When Miss Fabrizio walked in, his eyes could not help but follow the notorious free woman. One of the only people he knew of that were more cruel to their slaves. Of course he imagined she would have made a grand one herself... For a moment he considered the bit in her mouth but such thoughts were quickly forgotten as he heard the words.<br><br>"Winner, Mr. Reyes."<br><br>The car dealer nodded, "Excellent." He watched the chips move to his side of the table.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 02:24:21</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> From her stables to the casino. Arriving, passing through the gambling lounge towards the sun terrace.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her mistress Nereza Fabrizio, Poppy, an NPC pony girl. Then passing Ricardo Reyes and Kamala.<br><br>Today started as any normal day would for this Filthy slut, I woke early and proceeded to rouse my Mistress, then I happily took care of her other needs before my own, after which I proceeded to follow her around as my beautiful owner did her work, waiting patiently at her side when ever she stopped to consider something or speak with someone. It had taken me a considerable amount of time to learn to crawl this way, and still be able to keep up with my Mistress, after some time of training from her, I was able to keep up with her in what ever way she wanted me to. <br><br>Currently this Filthy Slut was at her Mistress' side, watching the horny little pony girl pant and squirm under our owners gaze. I couldn't help but smile when she pulled on the tail in the Pony's butt, and god help me how I wanted to squirm, making sure to keep my legs spread wide so as not to accidentally rub, which would upset my mistress. And if she was upset with me she might make me a pony girl, and not allow me to go into the casino with her. And then I would be left alone outside with out her. I hate the idea of not being able to be near her while we go out. Even if I have been here in Monaco for quite some time... It still feels so foreign to me. <br><br>I stared intently as I watched her spread the pony's sex wide open, and watched as she finger fucked her, and I had to bite my lower lip, smiling as I watched it. This Filthy Slut would be more then happy to eat the pony out, especially if that was what my Mistress wanted of me. What ever it took to make her happy, I was willing to do. Especially if it meant I might get a cuddle from her later for it. I only ever wanted my beautiful owner to be happy in life, and to be happy with me. <br><br>I sat up a bit straighter when she mentioned me as well, I was starting to sweat a bit from the sun's heat, but luckily for me I wouldn't burn. My Native American blood made sure of that, and it helped to give me a nice even tan, which she seemed to enjoy as well. Today I was dressed in pink, and I loved it, it was so feminine, and it looked so lovely against my skin. I was always so thankful that my Mistress allowed me to wear such lovely lingerie on occasion, it made me feel like a bombshell. <br><br>I saw my mistress out of the corner of my eye start to move, and I immediately turned my head, as well as my body to follow after her so she wouldn't have to wait for me once she tugged on my leash. We moved over the gravel and to the Sulky, the protective spray helping to keep any rocks from jabbing into my skin or causing any unwanted discomfort or pain. She liked to make sure any marks on my body were purposeful. <br><br>I climbed up and into the sulky before sitting and turning my head to smile at her, waiting for my Mistress to join me, my hands behind my back once more. <br><br>As we made our way through the town I watched the people and was watched as well. I liked being here, to have traveled outside of my reservation, and to be allowed to be owned by someone as lovely as she is, was so unreal at times I hardly believed my luck. When she started talking to me I looked over towards the direction that she was. Smiling at the future that she thought of. I wonder if that future includes me? She'd said we, but I would rather not get ahead of myself, or give myself that sort of importance. So instead: "This Filthy Slut thinks that sounds wonderful, and hopes that Mistress will be able to get all that she wants." I wanted to add that I was also very happy, for her to think of me in her future as well, but I knew better and kept it to myself.<br><br>We soon arrived at the Casino and I waited for her to give me the go ahead to get down, as soon I was on the ground I knelt down, waiting for her to start walking so that I too could begin crawling. Making sure to stay far enough behind her that I didn't tug on the leash. <br><br>The AC against my skin felt nice, it made my nipples harden as they swayed while I moved. The metal of the nipple rings shining as they came into the light with each sway. I smiled as I saw the other slaves, and the fact that some of them are completely naked next to their masters, just sitting there looking bored. I wondered if my Mistress would have a conversation with me while she enjoyed her time here, and then I wondered if she was meeting anyone at all today. But rather then asking, which was not with in my right to do, I just followed her obediently. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 07:34:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino Entrance<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes<br><br>Kamala moved to kneel beside him, in the way that she was 'supposed to', with everything on display. She listened to him ask for a pillow for her and held back the smile. "Thank you master." She whispered to him, looking up, but not past his biceps becuase then he might get upset with her. She looked when he mentioned that things could be worse. If things ever got that much worse, she would find a very high building and take a very long walk. She frowned deeply and turned away to face the table, she wiped the look from her face and focused on the wood grain. "Yes it could." She muttered under her breath, wanting to not think about the things that have already been done to her, of the things that she's had to do to the other girls that he owned. <br><br>She turned again and saw a woman she didn't deal much with, with one of her slaves. Good lord, that young girl looked happy to be where she was. Didn't she know the life she could have lived? The way it could have been if these damn laws had never been put into place? It made her sick to know that very soon, there would be little girls who were being brought into the world that would have no idea of what a strong woman role model might have been like in the media. All they'll know are these sex crazed, power hungry, dominating women, who are just as cruel as the men are. <br><br>She took in a deep breath and sighed, leaning her head against Ricardo's leg when she heard he'd won the first set of cards he'd played. Nuzzling him in congratulations she pulled back away and waited for him to play again, trying to think of what she might like to play while she was here. Maybe she would get him to go over to the slot machines, she'd always like that back when she was her own woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 18:22:53</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the gambling lounge.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br><br>As I passed through the lounge, weaving between the tables follwing the trim backside of the waitress, someone caught my eye. I thought I recognised him from an article in a motoring magazine I'd been reading last week. Hm... yes, it was him. I called out to the waitress.<br><br><strong>"Cunt! Stop there! I've changed my mind. I'll sit on the terrace later. You can go."</strong><br><br>The waitress in her wine-coloured outfit gave me a small bow and a smile. <strong><em>"As you please, Madame, this cunt will be delighted to serve you later, whenever you wish,"</em></strong> she said softly and turned away to attend to her duties.<br><br>As I turned too, to make my way over to the person I'd recognised, my leg brushed against the slut on all fours at my side.<br><br><strong>"You careless cunt! Get out of my way! And heel! Heel properly you annoying slut!"</strong> I dragged on Leotie's leash hard, choking her by lifting her head up and turning her forcibly around, my free hand landing a loud, hard spank on her behind. <strong>"Do that again and I'll stamp on your fingers you incompetent creature."</strong><br><br>Tugging the leash again, hard, I strode over to a black-jack table and spent a few minutes watching another hand being dealt. The dealer invited me to join but I declined with a dismissive shake of the head. I watched the man I had seen cooly win a second hand with a seventeen after the house rules forced the dealer to take another card on a sixteen which was a nine. On the next hand he went bust on a five card twenty-three. He still seemed to be up according to my calculations.<br><br>In my little black dress (http://www.fashion7days.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Strapless-Ponte-Bust-little-black-dress.jpg) I perched on a seat beside him and gave him a smile. I dragged Leotie into her usual upright kneeling position beside me, on the side of my stool away from the man.<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon. You seem to be doing well."</strong><br><br>We made pleasantries for a while, during which I joked that it was a little early in the day to be gambling and then I introduced myself.<br><br><strong>"Ah, please excuse me, so rude. I'm Nereza Fabrizio, you are Monsieur Reyes aren't you? Or should that be Señor Reyes, the man who does magic with cars?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 22:05:46</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Black Jack tables<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza, Leotie<br><hr><br><br>His fingers moved through Kamalas hair as a sign of affection a light touch, too easy to dominate a woman you own, no reason not to be kind if they deserved it.<br><br>Ric had played well on his second hand when miss Fabrizio fully entered with her bitch, his eyes did move to the puppy if only momentarily, he appreciated the dominance of it all, a woman had to be like that to make it, he couldn't recall a strong free woman who didn't have at least a bit of a vicious streak in her, besides some housewives paid for by their husbands. Still Nereza was something else. She buried them all in her treatment of fellow women. A thoughtful look ran across his face then.<br><br>Watching the master and slave move he barely registered the fact that they were suddenly approaching him, her treatment of the girls entirely missed when she came to watch, his eyes returned to the dealer who offered her a seat, which she declined. He shot her a look but said little more and she got to watch him lose the third hand... <br><br>On this fourth hand Ric got a pair of eights,<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon. You seem to be doing well."</strong><br><br>He nodded, "I am managing not to drown," his thick Spanish accent tossed around that final word with some difficulty.<br><br>When she mentioned, his time gambling he winked, "Its never too early for a good vice, too early to gamble is like to early to fix my cars or to fuck my pets, it just doesn't happen." He looked back to the dealer, he was doubling down.<br><br>When she recognized him he was actually surprised, few women he knew cared for cars... Ric tried to recall as best he could what gave the woman before him that knowledge, he considered Nerezas father he had a rather impressive dealership... "I am, but you may call me Ric, Miss Fabrizio, and its not magic just hard work You know that though, your carts are a thing of beauty, I have actually been considering using some of the concepts you designed on a touring car that I have partially invested in with The European Touring Car Cup."<br><br>He won on both counts and looked over at her, "You seem to be good luck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 00:15:39</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> in the gambling lounge<br><strong>With:</strong> Her mistress Nereza Fabrizio, sitting near Ricardo Reyes and Kamala.<br><br>Crawling through the casino's lounge I did a fairly good job of keeping up with my mistress, keeping my posture the exact way that she'd taught me in the months I've been with her. Thankful that my hair was in braids today, other wise I might have accidentally gotten some in my eyes and I would have had a terrible time of seeing where I was- oh no! <br><br>I'd stopped in time so that I wouldn't go past her, but I'd been to close to her. When she moved to go another direction we brushed against one another! I didn't know how I could be such a bad slut!<br><br>I tried not to make a noise as Mistress forcibly hauled me up, though there was a slight gagging sound as my eyes widened in surprise and I did my best to keep my arms and hands at my side, so that Mistress could reach anywhere she thought she would need to in order to punish me. The hit to my ass made me jump a little, my mouth opened in a scream that I did not allow past my lips, so that attention wouldn't be brought to her. Instead I just whimpered quietly to her. I deserved that smack. <br><br>I nodded when she issued the threat if that was to happen again. I'd had my fingers stomped on before, I've also accidentally slammed my fingers in a car door before. But she seemed to know how to <em>really</em> make the pain stay with out permanently damaging the joints, or really doing damage to my fingers. I did not want to mess up again. <br><br>My Mistress deserved better then that after all. <br><br>I coughed when she let me back down to all fours. A red mark was now visible and stinging on my ass, but it could have been worse. And the fact that it wasn't let me know that Mistress was still in a good mood, and that improved my own. Even if it was a little hard to breath. <br><br>I followed quickly after my Mistress, jerking forward a bit but managing not to topple over when she pulled on my leash. I would just die of embarrassment for my Mistress if that happened, what would the people think of her? If they thought that she couldn't even train a slave well enough to do something as simple as keep up on all fours. <br><br>We stopped next to a table where I smoothly transitioned into the kneeling position, my neck and back a perfectly straight line, which put my sight just a bit above the table. I looked over to a woman who was also kneeling nearby me. Her master had dressed her up, that was kind of silly. Why would you do that and cover&nbsp; her up like that? Maybe she had a jealous owner? She stole a glance over to me, and I smiled at her, she frowned deeply at me and turned away staring at the ground darkly. <br><br>Had I done something wrong?<br><br>I frowned lightly trying to think of why she would give me such a dirty look? Maybe she thought I was a terrible slave? Had she seen my mistake a moment ago? Had the other slaves here seen her mess up as well? My lower lip wibbled at the thought.<br><br>I tried not to lower my head, and made sure I kept myself composed, but my eyes did lower as I looked at the ground instead of what was going on at the table. I absently listened to my Mistress, not paying attention to her words, but to her tone. In case she wanted my attention, instead of one of the girls walking around serving the guests. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 02:20:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the gambling lounge.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br><br>The card game continued with Señor Reyes splitting a pair of eights. He was dealt a ten on one of them and an ace on the other. The dealer had a terrible set of cards - a four, an eight and then a three - and had to deal herself another at fifteen.<br><br><strong><em>"Its never too early for a good vice, too early to gamble is like to early to fix my cars or to fuck my pets, it just doesn't happen."</em></strong><br><br>I nodded, <strong>"As to vices and never too early I'd have to agree, my cunt here was moaning with a nice fat strap-on up her backside at seven thirty this morning... I love a good fuck first thing, it sets you up for the day, hm? I wouldn't call your work on classic cars a vice though, quite the opposite in fact."</strong><br><br>There was a moment or two's silence while the Spaniard applied his attention to his cards, then he spoke again.<br><br><strong><em>"I am, but you may call me Ric, Miss Fabrizio, and its not magic, just hard work. You know that though, your carts are a thing of beauty, I have actually been considering using some of the concepts you designed on a touring car that I have partially invested in with The European Touring Car Cup."</em></strong><br><br>The dealer's next card was a seven. The man won the hand.<br><br><strong><em>"You seem to be good luck."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"If you don't believe in magic Señor Reyes,"</strong> I said, preferring to keep things formal for now until - and if - we got to know each other better, <strong>"Then I don't believe in luck - though you may eventually think it was luck that you were in here as I happened to want to come out to read the paper and take a light lunch but I really don't think the world works that way. The cards are in the deck in a certain order and they come out in a certain order~"</strong> I said, glancing at the table, <strong>"~and how you play your hand is down to your skill and your mood at the time. Its chaos theory if you wanted to get technical, which I don't."</strong> I turned my head to catch the eye of a waitress. I lifted a hand and waved her over. <strong>"What I do want to do right now is not be thirsty any more and not be hungry and its so dull to eat alone. Would you take lunch with me?"</strong> I offered, telling the waitress who had come over, that I wanted a table for two-plus-two (the standard way to inform a restaurant that two people wished to dine and there needed to be room on the floor for two slaves - on the sun terrace - and still in a shady corner.<br><br><strong>"And if that won't tempt you then... I'm buying."</strong><br><br>I made a 'come hither and I'll make it worth your while' look with my eyes and began to gather up my slave and bag.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/NerezaFabrizio04.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 03:10:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The black jack tables<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes, Nereza Fabrizo, Leotie Dominguez<br><br><br>Kamala leaned into the touches that he gave her, closing her eyes and genuinely enjoying them for the moment. That was the one thing he could do to her to make her calm, or to put her in a good mood, or in <em>the</em> mood. She let her head fall a little when he pulled his hand away and her eyes went a little wide as she realized that she'd leaned into it like that. She readjusted herself and straightened herself up, acting as if she didn't much care whether or not he touched her. When she heard that other woman come over. <br><br>Kamala stole a glance at her, and then her slave. The little tart slave was actually smiling at her, as if she was someone that could be friends with her. She frowned deeply at that thought. A girl like that would only infuriate her. The girls like that at Ricardo's business only ever infuriate her as well. She quickly looked away from her, trying to conceal her displeasure for the situation she was in currently. <br><br>When she heard the way that slut in the dress was talking to Ricardo she mentally bristled. She always hated when new women came onto the scene, maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was just a fear for her current situation in life, and the change it might bring. What ever the reason, alarm bells went off when this girl started talking to him. She didn't sound like a gold digger, Kamala was actually fairly certain that she'd read about this women in some magazine or another... from what she thought she remembered, she was more then certain this woman would pose a threat to her status with Ricardo. <br><br>She prayed to what ever gods were still listening to women, that Ricardo would turn down the lunch. That was all she needed, to have to deal with some psycho, demented, controlling bitch. She almost reached up to touch Ricardo's leg, in a silent sort of way to beg him to say no. But she didn't. She was too nervous, and her stomach was currently twisting and turning from her anxiety of what his answer might be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 07:10:16</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Black Jack tables<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza, Leotie<br><hr><br><strong>"I wouldn't call your work on classic cars a vice though, quite the opposite in fact."</strong><br><br>He laughed at this, "You think so? I believe any woman who ends up as more than a slave in my life will inevitably disagree, I tend to keep the company of cars more than people. One must understand and appreciate my work immensely to see past my faults."<br><br><strong>"Then I don't believe in luck - though you may eventually think it was luck that you were in here as I happened to want to come out to read the paper and take a light lunch but I really don't think the world works that way. The cards are in the deck in a certain order and they come out in a certain order~"</strong><br><br>"Very well, I would hate to rob you of your belief in luck, after all it has granted you a lunch partner unless perhaps fate is more your cup of tea?"<br>A grin played across his face, "and in turn I will accept that perhaps despite it all their must exist a little magic in my touch, hopefully that leaves both of us satisfied." He winked and rose, his hand quickly scooped up the chips. His next desire was Kamala, his attention moved to her.<br><br>Placing his hand on Kamalas chin he forced her to rise so she could walk normally, he didn't make her crawl on all fours, even before guests he examined her shortly to make sure her eyes remained down cast and she didn't give Nereza any looks he deemed unfavorable, it was a mere second,but he had a warning look on his face. Providing her in that instant exactly how he would feel should she disappoint him. This woman was a potential business partner after all.<br><br>With that he turned back to Nereza, "Shall we?" Any silent pleas of Kamala were ignored out of hat, after all in the end he still did as he pleased. The first thing Ric did was cash in his chips, after that they could move to eat lunch in peace, when they made it to the chairs he took his seat and made sure there was an appropriate spot opposite Nereza and Leotie, he reclined and took the menu offered, "I have never eaten here before, is it good? I usually keep my money for drinks and gambling."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 17:20:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the sun terrace at the rear of the casino, having moved out of the gambling lounge.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br><br>The man had a certain arrogance about him that I didn't care for, like he felt a need to put on a show. Many men held that about them these days, since the world had been laid at their feet. I didn't blame him; what weak man wouldn't let power go to his head in this world? A strong man on the other hand, confident of his own abilities, would be different, unswerving. Decent. I sighed inwardly. Decent men were far too rare these days. I suspected they were all still in their homes, and at their vanilla office jobs, with their good slave-wives and slave-daughters running their business in the same way they'd always done, though perhaps no longer putting up with the nagging. It made me smile, the idea of a mild-mannered accountant cropping his wife across the tits because she nagged him to mow the lawn.<br><br><strong><em>"You think so? I believe any woman who ends up as more than a slave in my life will inevitably disagree ... One must understand and appreciate my work immensely to see past my faults."</em></strong> I wasn't sure I was bothered to make the effort. This was a business deal, not a wedding.<br><br><strong><em>"Very well, I would hate to rob you of your belief in luck, after all it has granted you a lunch partner unless perhaps fate is more your cup of tea? And in turn I will accept that perhaps despite it all their must exist a little magic in my touch, hopefully that leaves both of us satisfied."</em></strong> I wasn't sure what he was on about now and I blanked the droning noise out. Luck - fate - magic? It was hardly an interesting conversation.<br><br>We went outside, my mind more on the swaying derrière and fine legs of the waitress who was leading us to our table, than on my dining companion. I gave my cunt's leash a harsh tug and she turned to heel and crawl dutifully at my side. I noted that Reyes' property was clothed and he had her walk upright. Mind you, with a hag that age I'd hide her flabby body too. What was he doing out at a casino with his mother? Couldn't he afford a younger model? Honestly, a slave is a slave and unless you send them down the road to buy your paper, down on all fours is where they deserve to be and if they haven't got the body to display nude then just recycle them into dog food.<br><br>Outside in the sunshine the heat was palpable. I did so adore air conditioning. Apart from the wheel, the wing and the double-ended dildo I counted it as man's finest achievement. Though I suspected the double-ended dildo had been invented by a woman.<br><br>As I had asked, the curvy waitress led us to a corner table on the terrace shaded by a large natural linen parasol. I took my seat and perched on the edge of the padded chair. I had chosen a dress with a loose A-line skirt on purpose. Parting my knees wide I tugged my slave towards me by pulling on her nipple rings and steered her head between my thighs. The black dress and my heels were the only three items of clothing I wore and cunt would have a nice view of mine. I tugged again on her nipple jewellery and patted a full breast. <strong>"Nuzzle my thighs. Worship and kiss them, but don't move higher."</strong><br><br>Sex between patrons and slaves in the casino was against their rules unless you hired a private function room, but some simple worship of my inner thighs would be fine, I imagined.<br><br>With my slave ensconced under the table I looked across and down off the terrace to the small but elegant casino gardens where, during most days, men in linen suits and white hats dealt earnestly over business or laughed and clinked glasses in social freedom. I could see no other female in the place who might be free, but scattered around on the ground beside many men were numerous naked, young and beautiful women. It was a sea of female perfection; lithe, nubile, firm-titted, teenaged and perfectly tanned. A dozen cute round asses were in my sight; they looked so young many might be schoolgirls in their first year of slavery. To a person like me who swings both ways, the slave laws were really rather delicious. It made going out in the city for a casual social meeting as good as a porn show.<br><br>My dining companion perused the menu. I left mine untouched.<br><br><strong><em>"I have never eaten here before, is it good? I usually keep my money for drinks and gambling."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"The food is excellent. They have a Michelin star and the head chef is René Montauban, he came here from Paris at the start of the season. He does things with Scottish salmon and Maine lobster you wouldn't believe."</strong> At his mention of gambling a realisation struck me. <strong>"It's odd, but... you know, I don't think I have ever gambled here, to me it's my local restaurant and a place to socialise. They also mix divine cocktails."</strong><br><br>We made pleasant small talk for a while and I enjoyed the touch of cunt's soft lips and tongue. She was just beginning to warm me up nicely. After lunch a ride around town, get my hair done then back to the stables; give Poppy a good flogging and her reward - together, check things were running smoothly then perhaps a little sunbathing on the roof garden when the day's heat was reducing, with cunt's tongue moving up to attend to places a little more intimate. Yes, that seemed a nice itinerary for the day, but first... I had some business to attend to.<br><br><strong>"You know, Señor Reyes, this talk of luck, magic and so on... I am more a believer in skill, hard work and money. I have lived in Monaco only a few years now but already its mood excites me. You know, all that James Bond thing - women, big business, fast cars. And that's where you come in. The first two I'm sorted, thank you very much, but the last one? Not yet. I love the James Bond films, Connery was always the best Bond. And I loved his car - that gold Aston Martin. I think it was a DB6. That is my dream car. And that is why I said you might think it was luck that I walked past you just now. I'm in the market for such a car."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 07:07:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> moved from the black jack tables to the Terrace<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes, Nereza Fabrizo, Leotie Dominguez<br><br>I was relieved when Ricardo allowed me to stand and walk behind him. Once he'd been mad enough to make me walk on all fours for a week, the weight from my breasts alone had nearly thrown out my back. Even though I knew he was in a good mood with me at the moment, seeing all these young little things crawling around might give him some ideas I'd rather him not have. <br><br>As we walked out onto the terrace I was met with a pleasant temperature. It was still in the mid to high 70's, right about this time of year my husband would have been taking our son and myself on vacation somewhere nice. We would have been having a pleasant lunch together, and enjoying the slightly warmer weather than in England. But now, here I am, following a man nearly 15 years younger then I am, a man who had the power to make me strip and run around in the buff if he wanted me too. Oh how cruel life was.<br><br>But maybe not so cruel?<br>&nbsp;<br>Ohthankthegods! I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this woman talk to Ricardo, the way that she talked to him, seemed more business like then anything else that I would really have to worry about. She really was only interested in cars. I leaned back a bit while kneeling beside Ricardo, my eyes closed a bit as I smiled. <br><br>Maybe this girl wasn't so bad? After all, she did have good tastes in Bond men, Pierce Brosnan had done a fair job, he definitely looked good enough in that suit at least. When I heard the car model that she was interested in I already began to run the figures in my head. I wasn't sure if we had one already to be sold, but if she wanted it to be a specific color it might at least cost her an easy 150-200 thousand Euro's. If I was correct, that would be a nice little sale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 07:48:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> From the black jack tables out to the Terrace, to right between her Mistress' thighs<br><strong>With:</strong> Who cares! Her Mistress' legs are right on either side of her face! (Nereza Fabrizio, Kamala Adani, Ricardo Reyes)<br><br>I followed my Mistress happily as she lead this Filthy Slut away from the tables and out towards the terrace. The weather always seemed to be nice here, especially in the shade. Back in my old home, it would have been in the 90's (Fahrenheit) right now, and I would have been sweating terribly. But here, in Monaco, it always seemed to be the perfect weather this time of year. <br><br>I try\ied not to listen to the conversation that they had as we moved to the Terrace to make ourselves comfortable, it's not my place to listen, after all. And besides, I didn't even really know what they were talking about. I'd never seen a Bond movie, and I'd never been too interested in cars. Honestly though... I would have much rather had it be just my Mistress and I out there, then I might have been able to look at any of the birds that could have possibly made it onto the terrace, or around the gardens down further. We might have enjoyed our time after lunch with a stroll through those gardens as well, which would have been a nice surprise. <br><br>I jerked a bit when my Mistress pulled my leash to tell me to sit properly, and where she wanted me to sit, I followed her instructions and knelt before her under the table. I can't help but listen to the man's voice, he sounds Spanish, and for a moment, I think of my mother. It's a very distant memory, but I can remember the Spanish she would speak to me. For some reason it fills me with an intense urge to be hugged by my father.<br><br>But that memory is gone very quickly, along with the need for my father to hold me,&nbsp; when my Mistress pulled me between her legs! oh joy! My mistress is definitely not angry with me. I listened to her instructions, my face lifted up, but my eyes went no higher then her breasts. "Yes Mistress." I responded in a very small voice before moving my head between her legs. <br><br>This isn't about getting my Mistress off, this about giving her the excitement of having a young girl under her dress in public. At least that's the way I thought about it. <br><br>I took my time worshiping her legs, rubbing my cheek against the left one in a sweet and loving manner. When ever I was allowed to touch my mistress, I was happy. I was content between her legs like this, it was nice to know my place in life. To have things be so cut and dry for me. I breathed in her scent and closed my eyes. I could smell her sex, and the slight hint of sweat from having been out and about for the day. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, I only touch where I can reach from this position, which was about half way up at the very most. I kissed her knee cap once or twice on both legs, but mostly just spent my time under her skirt. <br><br>I liked the dark something like this provided, and the knowledge of how close my Mistress' sex was. When ever I moved out to lick along her leg, some light would get in, and I could see my beautiful owners sex, it was interesting, it wasn't completely shaved, but it was neat and trimmed. One of the things I was allowed to take care of for my mistress, making her sexy little hairs stay neat and nice and in a trim little triangle. God that was a great thing to be able to wake up to in the morning. If I could please her well enough, maybe Mistress would let me pleasure her more when we get back home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 06:54:46</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sun terrace<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza, Leotie<br><hr><br><br>Ric relaxed the moment he heard her mention the car, Ric had never had the grace for business, or small talk. predator instinct, ruthless tactics and a mind for his chosen career yes, but that elegance had never been a luxury, he didn't know how to be comfortable with those who still believed themselves above his station and while trying to make conversation he believed those of upper crust enjoyed he had no skill.&nbsp; He felt incredibly uncomfortable as he did his best to pretend the role. But cars, those he understood and worshiped.<br><br>His entire demeanor transformed the menu dropped and his hands clasped and a sincere smile on his lips. "You mean the silver DB5 from Goldfinger? A beautiful car? I dont recall a DB6 in the films though that is a beautiful machine." It was incredible how everything about him changed and now he seemed to actually want to be there. "However if you want a gold DB6 I am happy to oblige, it just was not Mr. Connery's car."<br><br>He shook his hand, "Doesn't matter, you tell me what you want and I will bring it your specifications, I will even install the hatch for the sniper rifle if you wish." He smiled warmly and continued. "I have some friends in England who can get me a fixer upper of that beauty and we can do all the custom work at the shop, if you want it restored to the original specifications of the film..." he looked to Kamala, trying to Do the math in his head, he used her for such things... "Or if you prefer I can modernize the vehicle while retaining the classic vintage style presented by Bond in those films."<br><br>"Of course if you like I can add the model machine guns and ejector seat, but that will cost extra."<br><br>The Waitress finally arrived, and he almost seemed disappointed to be interrupted, he looked to her. "The Maine Lobster..." He considered a drink, but decided it would be best to avoid liquor, "and Mint tea." <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 10:45:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the sun terrace at the rear of the casino.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br><br>I had made a mistake in recalling the type of car. How careless of me. I supposed that Señor Reyes might think me an airheaded woman with no knowledge of cars. I hoped that wouldn't affect the price.<br><br><strong><em>"You mean the silver DB5 from Goldfinger? A beautiful car? I dont recall a DB6 in the films though that is a beautiful machine. However if you want a gold DB6 I am happy to oblige, it just was not Mr. Connery's car."</em></strong><br><br>I was about to speak when he went on.<br><br><strong><em>"Doesn't matter, you tell me what you want and I will bring it to your specifications, I will even install the hatch for the sniper rifle if you wish. I have some friends in England who can get me a fixer upper of that beauty and we can do all the custom work at the shop, if you want it restored to the original specifications of the film or if you prefer I can modernize the vehicle while retaining the classic vintage style presented by Bond in those films."<br><br>"Of course if you like I can add the model machine guns and ejector seat, but that will cost extra."</em></strong><br><br>At the last comment I smiled. <strong>"Non, it is quite alright. I don't need the machine guns or the ejector seat. I want to drive it, not become a secret agent."</strong><br><br>The waitress returned and my companion gave his order. In response to her enquiry I told her, <strong>"The usual,"</strong> and when she enquired if I wanted a drink I replied again, <strong>"The usual. But you will ensure that Jean-Paul makes it. Tell him Nereza is here. He will know."</strong> The waitress <em>"Oui, Madam'ed"</em>, smiled and made her exit, her small skirt flying out in a circle around her hips as she spun on the spot, revealing her underwear. I knew the girls here were trained exactly how to make that turn. As she retreated I appreciated the effort.<br><br><strong>"Forgive me, you must think me silly to mix up the type of car. Yes, it is the DB5 I had meant. But... I'm curious..."</strong> From my bag I took out a slip of paper and unfolded it, checking the details. <strong>"The original prototype car used in the <em>Goldfinger</em> film had the chassis number DP/216/1 and the registration mark BMT 216A. It was in a private collection in Florida in 1997 when it was stolen. It has never been seen since. No doubt some rich and crooked movie-lover has it stored securely away somewhere. Now I know you are a car restorer and not a private detective... but it strikes me that news of these things might move around in the classic car restoration circles. A community such as yours might know of the vehicle when the law does not. Perhaps... you could make enquiries? I have a sum set aside for the project and that budget might stretch to the original if the current owner can be, shall we say, persuaded to part with it?"</strong><br><br>I lay a hand on Leotie's neck and caressed the girl as she dutifully kissed and licked at my skin.<br><br><strong>"I don't just have cash to offer the owner. If he - or she - is a lover of pony girls I can add in a particularly valuable specimen, well-trained and strong. Please just bear that in mind. If, however, DP216 cannot be found then we should talk about a restoration project on another DB5. Which may be your preference... though I thought I would raise the subject of the missing original car, just in case the idea of tracking it down appealed to you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 18:53:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the terrace I think... I'm not quite sure anymore, and to be frank. I don't really care!<br><strong>With:</strong> Who cares! Her Mistress' legs are right on either side of her face! (Nereza Fabrizio, Kamala Adani, Ricardo Reyes)<br><br>They talked about cars... maybe... or a gold finger? I wasn't really sure. I didn't really care. It wasn't my place to listen to their conversation, so I didn't, I just ignored it and paid attention to what really mattered. Serving my purpose and making sure to follow my Mistresses orders to the best of my abilities. The fact that everything was muffled by her thighs also helped to make to sure that I could barely make out what they were talking about. <br><br>I nosed my&nbsp; mistresses' thigh when she laid a hand upon my neck to tell me I was doing a good job.&nbsp; I would have thanked her for the praise but that would mean that I pulled my head out from under her skirt, and that was not an option. <br><br>I tried to make sure that I didn't let myself get aroused while I worshiped my goddess of a mistress, but when ever I was that close to her sex, it was almost impossible not to. She could have been whipping my poor little cunt viciously, but if she had her thighs wrapped around my face while she was doing it, I'd be sure to cum from it. I whimpered softly as I bit my lower lip and nuzzled between her thighs. <br><br>Hopefully she wouldn't be cross with me when she realized how turned on I was by her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 19:16:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> the Terrace of the Casino<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes, Nereza Fabrizo, Leotie Dominguez<br><br>I almost laughed when she said that she wanted THE car from the movie. Who did she think she was? That car was a legend and I was certain that there were people willing to kill for the privilege of owning it. <br><br>This woman had no idea what sort of man OWNED that car, he was a creepy sad little man that I've had the displeasure of meeting a few times in my life. Ricardo would know him too if his memory was good enough. The man was a mechanophile that had spent nearly 400 thousand pounds to get the car shipped from the US to England. Which was really nothing considering the car was worth about 3-4million pounds if it were ever to be properly sold! <br><br>I shuddered at the memory of him. He'd named his car 'Ashley' and brought 'her' in several times for us to fix minor dents in the car from when he'd been a bit too rough with it. After the 10th visit I was done dealing with him and told him that if he came back we'd be forced to call the authorities, I didn't have a problem with us having a stolen car for us to work on, I just didn't like having to babysit him every time he walked around our garages, or the way he looked at our other customers cars with this very alarming look.<br><br>But, if I remembered correctly there have since been a few other high end repair places that have talked about having him in, though he's never brought that particular model back to anyone else. Maybe he'd grown tired of the car? I looked up at my Master, not lifting my head, only my eyes. And waited for him to look to me again, wondering if he remembered that particular customer named Thomas Chamberlain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 18:28:17</strong>
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				He clicked his tongue in thought for a moment, he had not forgotten that little man and his treatment of that beautiful vehicle, it had always irked him that such an idiot had his hands on such a fine specimen still knowing of it meant admitting to working on an illegally owned and very famous car, it would also mean he was not honoring client confidentiality. His eyes flicked to Nereza, still he wanted her carriage designs... He imagined she would also pay incredibly well and it would give him something to keep in contact with a new business associate. As long as everything kept quiet this could be very lucrative. <br><br>"Give me a day, I have a lead on the goldfinger vehicle." He smirked, he wasn't sure where that creatures sexual pleasures lay he could most assuredly afford slaves but would they be as fine as Nerezas pony girls?&nbsp; His hand dropped and slowly moved through Kamalas hair as he considered it further, he had not heard of any repairs or even that crotchety old bastard selling the beauty, if he had someone somewhere would know, Morocco heard everything.<br><br>When the drinks arrived, his contemplation ended and he accepted the tea. Showing the slave little to no attention before turning back to Nereza, "Tell me how far are you willing to go if I can find the man who owns it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 14:08:03</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the sun terrace at the rear of the casino.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br><br>When Señor Reyes said he had a lead on the car from the <em>Goldfinger</em> movie I did my best not to show surprise and eagerness. I cannot say I was entirely successful but at that moment a man went by with a beautiful Negress crawling on a leash, her dark oiled skin looking sensuous in the sunlight and I was able to turn any change of expression or flicker in my eyes into an appreciative smile and glance at the black beauty and her huge, fine ass. I had two black girls at the stables and they dressed as fine Arab mares in pony guise or black labradors when playing puppies. They were both supple and of course, as was my preference, big-breasted. One was called Nigger and the other Darky. I never bothered to be subtle in my naming of the slaves and of course while racism was abhorred in polite society towards men and free women, a slave had no such rights.<br><br><strong>"Oh? That's quite... interesting."</strong> I said at his suggestion that he might have contacts in his line of work. <strong>"Hm, I suppose even crooks who steal cars need them maintaining, just like anyone else."</strong> Reyes hadn't made any mention of whether he knew where the car was, but if he was in contact with someone who did, then this made things legally quite delicate - and interesting.<br><br>Just then our drinks arrived. My usual was a Martini, one based on the original Ian Fleming Vesper but using the closest modern equivalents to maintain something akin to the 1953 flavour and strength; three shots of Tanqueray gin, one shot of 100 proof Stolichnaya vodka, one measure of Lillet Blanc, a pinch of quinine powder, shaken with ice, drained, and with a twist of lemon peel curled on the top. Jean-Paul always knew how to make it perfectly. I took a long sip of the drink and the ice-cold alcohol went straight to my brain. Magnificent. I set the glass down on the shady side of the table.<br><br><strong><em>"Tell me how far are you willing to go if I can find the man who owns it?"</em></strong><br><br>The way he phrased that made me wonder if he was talking about money, but I assumed he was.<br><br><strong>"Well,"</strong> I said coolly, not wanting to lay out all my cards, <strong>"Its complicated isn't it? It's stolen property so technically one could sieze it from the current - uh - <em>keeper</em> - of the vehicle for nothing, if that were possible. He's not going to be calling the police if its taken, is he? I'm aware of course of its most recent insured value because the Union Home Insurance Co paid the old owner, Maximilian Schenck, when it was stolen. That payment was only two hundred and forty thousand United States dollars. Was it under insured? Possibly, but that figure gives a guide of it's actual worth to its genuine owner, which is that same insurance company. My intentions are to keep the deal somewhere within that same value. I won't do business via a chain of greedy crooked middle men who each want their cut."</strong><br><br>I sipped my drink again and then our food arrived. The grilled turbot with sauce béarnaise and salade perigourdine was absolutely heavenly, as always. I asked the waitress to bring a slave bowl of cold water as well and she returned a few minutes later with the bowl. She placed it on the ground and knowing how much Leotie liked the feel of the sun on her skin, I ordered the cunt to put the bowl a little way to one side in the sunshine. I then reached under my skirt, grabbed a fistful of hair and slapped the bitch's face, telling her that drinks had arrived.<br><br><strong>"Have a drink, cunt and then come back here for your lunch."</strong><br><br>I often fed Leotie with scraps from my plate under the table. A few of the rich old dames around here still fed their dogs in the same manner and treating one's slave the same as some pampered mutt felt right.<br><br>As our meal continued, so did the conversation.<br><br><strong>"I do understand, that I am asking a lot. You are a car dealer and a restorer, not a private detective and I would not want to drag you into anything you would rather not be involved in. I was told you were the best in the business though so I thought that if anyone in the classic car circles knows what is going on, it might be you. But as I say, if doing anything unlawful is a problem, just say so. I won't be offended."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 15:34:49</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sun terrace<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza, Leotie<br><hr><br>Ric, seemed unaware of her surprise for the car or the eager eyes that examined the beautiful ebony slave. Pretending distraction, after all he was more than willing to dance around specifics until he knew exactly what he could get out of this deal. His hand slipped up to his shirt, he undid a button the classy look was beginning to chafe. <br><br><strong>"Hm, I suppose even crooks who steal cars need them maintaining, just like anyone else."</strong><br><br>"Especially if they take the pleasure of driving it regularly, an older vehicle like that needs to have eyes and skilled hands on it constantly." He sipped his tea; eyes closed, he loved the simple tastes linked to this Moroccan delicacy, and remained uninterested in any alcohol so early or while he was still entertaining the idea of gambling when this lunch ended, though her extensive concoction caught his interest despite his best intention. I suppose expecting anyone to simply drink a beer was too much to ask. Thought the mechanic.<br><br><strong>"Its complicated isn't it? It's stolen property so technically one could sieze it from the current - uh - keeper - of the vehicle for nothing, if that were possible. He's not going to be calling the police if its taken, is he? I'm aware of course of its most recent insured value because the Union Home Insurance Co paid the old owner, Maximilian Schenck, when it was stolen. That payment was only two hundred and forty thousand United States dollars. Was it under insured? Possibly, but that figure gives a guide of it's actual worth to its genuine owner, which is that same insurance company. My intentions are to keep the deal somewhere within that same value. I won't do business via a chain of greedy crooked middle men who each want their cut."</strong><br><br>He looked considerate, "I am positive we can keep the greedy middle men to just me." Providing a brief smile, he continued. "I ask only because I wish to know if I should simply inquire on its whereabouts and verify or if I should setup a meeting right away." He chuckled, "But I suppose if you are willing to take it off his hands by seizure as you put it, even if hes willing to sell I can inform you now that at the very least he will demand double that insurance price. No one parts with celebrity pieces without exorbitant increases in price and that piece is iconic."<br><br>When the meal arrived, he handed Kamala his complimentary glass of water, she was no longer expected to drink from bowls, she had earned that privilege two years ago. He also placed a portion of his meal aside, onto a small plate and dropped it down for her. After that his attentions returned to Nereza. <br><strong><br>"I do understand, that I am asking a lot. You are a car dealer and a restorer, not a private detective and I would not want to drag you into anything you would rather not be involved in. I was told you were the best in the business though so I thought that if anyone in the classic car circles knows what is going on, it might be you. But as I say, if doing anything unlawful is a problem, just say so. I won't be offended."</strong><br><br>"As long as the integrity of my good name and business remains untarnished I will consider it, if the price is right. I imagine you will treat such a fine machine with the love and devotion it deserves. That's all that counts." He finished off his tea putting the cup to the side, he smirks and leans back, "Besides, like you said its not like he will call the police." <br><br>Rics shoulders grew tight as the meal ended, all this talk left him wanting despite the company, and he considered robbing Kamala of her award and giving it to her another evening so he could get back to his grease monkeys. His eyes moved to Namaras pup, reminded of the difference between the two pets, and while he was always pleased with Kamala, she was not nearly as nubile as the younger girls in the shop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 12:38:03</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the sun terrace at the rear of the casino.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala. <br><br><strong><em>"Especially if they take the pleasure of driving it regularly, an older vehicle like that needs to have eyes and skilled hands on it constantly."</em></strong> His words seemed at first to be a generalization but then I realised he was actually telling me that the current owner of the car drove it regularly and had it maintained. I realised Señor Reyes most likely knew who the owner was, after all.<br><br>I reached down beside me and smiled at my pet, feeding her a tomato and a small piece of duck from my <em>salade perigourdine</em>, letting her also lick the slight grease from my fingers. Her satiny little tongue felt good even on my fingertips. I decided later that I’d enjoy its flicking wet warmth teasing at my clit.<br><br><strong><em>"I am positive we can keep the greedy middle men to just me. I ask only because I wish to know if I should simply inquire on its whereabouts and verify or if I should setup a meeting right away. But I suppose if you are willing to take it off his hands by seizure as you put it, even if he’s willing to sell I can inform you now that at the very least he will demand double that insurance price. No one parts with celebrity pieces without exorbitant increases in price and that piece is iconic."</em></strong><br><br>I extended a small chuckle towards his middle-man joke with just enough forced bonhomie to make my false mirth be sufficient comment on it, then listened to the rest of what he had to say. This was indeed a delicate situation and one that perhaps was going over Señor Reyes’ head. Perhaps I had come to the wrong man after all, as he didn’t seem to have grasped what it was I had proposed: if the car was seized, the owner wouldn’t be receiving a single Euro. That was the whole point. Nevertheless I stayed composed and nodded at all the right points.<br><br><strong><em>"As long as the integrity of my good name and business remains untarnished I will consider it, if the price is right. I imagine you will treat such a fine machine with the love and devotion it deserves. That's all that counts. Besides, like you said it’s not like he will call the police."</em></strong><br><br>And now he was reversing what he had said before. Was he suggesting we buy the car from the current crooked owner or steal it? He had said it both ways. I needed to pin this confusing man down.<br><br><strong>“Can we please be straight here and talk plainly?”</strong> I asked as I finished another mouthful of the wonderful turbot. <strong>“I need to understand what you are suggesting. Are you saying we approach the present owner and offer him money for it – or are you suggesting we use people to steal it from him and I merely pay you for the costs and risk of such an… ah… <em>transaction</em>?”</strong> I lifted my Vesper for another heartwarming sip. <strong>“To my mind the second option seems to incur less expense, but more risk. Though I know you’re a gambler…”</strong> I let the small spur to his risk-taking ego fall to the table and lie there in a way that wouldn’t be too offensive or obvious. Then I added the sweetener: <strong>“Of course, after said transaction I will naturally bring the vehicle to you for its periodic sessions of loving care and attention, providing, that is, that all of what we are proposing does not… as you put it… ‘tarnish the integrity of your good name and business’.”</strong> <br><br>It was curious. The only way his ‘good name’ would be tarnished was if he, or whoever he used to steal the car, fucked up, which was his problem. There was only one other way and that was if I said something to the wrong people. Therefore I frowned. Had that been a threat?<br><br>Either way, lunch was over – I placed my knife and fork tidily together across my plate from left to right – and I had other business to attend to this afternoon. I made motions to depart.<br><br>After signaling for a waitress and passing her my plastic, and seeing the transaction for the meal completed, I rose from the table and tidily drew my skirt down, smoothing it over my behind.<br><br>My pet was drinking from her water bowl, making happy lapping sounds, when I jerked her leash. There was no need to; it was just fun to hear her cough and splutter.<br><br><strong>“Bad slut!”</strong> I chided her over the noise I had caused her to make and spanked her behind twice. I turned back to my dining companion and potential business associate with a genuine smile.<br><br><strong>“Thank you for your company, I enjoyed lunch very much. You will most likely need a day or so to discuss options with some people. Do please drop by my club – you know it, yes? And let me know what is your preferred kind of transaction – or telephone me. The club’s number is in the phone book.”</strong><br><br>I thought it was important that until this tricky matter had been successfully concluded, my mobile phone number didn’t appear on his phone, nor his on mine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 07:10:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the terrace I think... I'm not quite sure anymore, and to be frank. I don't really care!<br><strong>With:</strong> Who cares! Her Mistress' legs are right on either side of her face! (Nereza Fabrizio, Kamala Adani, Ricardo Reyes)<br><br>I was so, so tempted to break my Mistresses commands and move up higher to her cunt, the smell of arousal was getting stronger and stronger, I just couldn't stand it anymore. But Fate was with me as she pulled my back forcefully by my hair and slapped my face. Oh shit! Did she know what I was thinking??? I looked up to her stunned and slightly confused until she told me that it was time for me to drink and eat a little. Oh! oh ok. I relaxed as much as I could while still holding the pose expected of a puppy girl (Even if I wasn't dressed up like one, I was still on a leash and my Mistress did have my crawling, so I liked to err on the side of caution). "Thank you Mistress." I said in a low voice when she gave me permission to drink some, moving out from underneath the table and bending over in such a way that my ass was in the air and my legs were spread wide, making sure to give anyone that might be looking a good view. <br><br>Again I was happy that I had my hair in braids today, otherwise my hair would have gotten all wet and in the way while I drank. I lapped at the water happily, the sun that made it through the covering over head hitting my skin nicely, if Mistress would have given me a tail for the day, I probably would have been shaking my ass slightly to make it to wag. When I thought I'd had enough I moved away from the water bowl and back to underneath the table, normally I would have been sitting up with my thighs spread open and my hands up by my breasts in begging position, but the table was too low for that, so I had to scrunch over a bit just to fit. <br><br>When ever my Mistress handed me down food, I took it quickly bit gently, making sure not to nip her fingers in the process. That would have ended very badly for myself. I chewed and swallowed quickly before moving back in to suck and lick her fingers clean. I waited a few more moments but when it was clear she wouldn't be handing me anything more I moved back to the water dish in order to wash it down. <br><br>I'd gotten about five little sips of water down when suddenly- "Hurk!" I spluttered out, choking on my water and coughing it back up, tears coming to my eyes as I bent over slightly to get it out of that wrong pipe. My Mistress bent me over all the way and spanked me twice, reprimanding me for coughing like that, I gave a few more, not able to help it and nodded my head. "This Filthy slut is sorry Mistress." I managed to get out, the coughing done for now, I wiped my mouth and waited to follow my Mistress out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 08:20:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino Terrace<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes, these crazy women <br><br>I sat, and watched, and listened. I mostly sat and listened becuase watching would have meant that I was up and at their level, and heaven forbid that happens! As Smart as Ricardo is, he's still an idiot. I understood exactly where this woman was going with the entire conversation, have us steal the damn car and then sell it to her. The car had been out of the limelight for a while now, all we had to do was give the car a few removable modifications, some things that would change the appearance just enough to make it look like a different car, and we'd be set to send it over international lines and get it here. I didn't like the idea of theft though, too many variables for my taste. Especially if you got a crew that got a little too big for their britches and thought they could get more money then what was agreed upon. <br><br>I leaned my head into his hand and breathed slowly, my eyes closing as I relaxed, a few good tugs and he would have had me wet and wanting, but luckily their lunch was here and I was able to avoid an unwanted scene. I watched the poor young thing in the pink corset move out into the sun and have to drink from a dish, I knew there were girls that were forced to do this now. I'd seen it before, but I never liked seeing it and to be honest, I probably would never quite get accustomed to it. <br><br>I cringed lightly at the mention that the car was driven regularly and got repairs done regularly, that was all we needed was him admitting that he'd known the where abouts of one of the most famous stolen cars, and her reporting it. I doubt she would, but still. I took a sip from my glass to avoid placing a hand on his knee in a 'shut up' sort of way, I didn't need to tell him how to do his business, even if I practically ran it for him. <br><br>I gave a small smile when the woman started talking to him plainly, yep, this one was a shark to be certain. I would have hated to have had to bump heads with her back when I was still a free woman. I looked up to Ricardo and waited his response, taking another sip of my water and, just feeling the water as it slid down my throat. I watched as the little thing bent her ass in the air and drank her own water, and then moved back to underneath the table to eat this woman's scraps. I wanted to shake my head, but instead all I could was grip at my glass. As much as I liked going out, I really hated going out. <br><br>I listened to the conversation go on a few moments longer, and then watched in horror as the little slave girl was choked while drinking, I watched her while she was reprimanded for choking, and watched as the poor thing apologized to her for something that wasn't her fault. To hell with my reward. I wanted to go home now, away from all of this craziness, I'd had enough of it for one day. I just wanted to lock myself up in the office, and take care of work. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 06:14:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Emperium -&gt; Casino<br><strong>With:</strong> No one<br><hr><br>The receptionist told him that his superior was busy and should be free in a hour or two. David just shrugged it off and then headed out of the place, he would come back later. If she was there then there was a chance that she was not going to be sold by the time that he returned so he felt that it was okay if he just left to go have lunch somewhere and then return later. Since he was retired there was no rush to get back to the States nor would he till he found his daughter and made his offer to her. His phone was taken out of his pocket once more to ask where was a good place to eat, and it responded to him that it was the Casino close by.<br><br>David then headed over in the direction of the Casino walking along with "Brand New Day" by Will.i.am, it kept him in good spirits and made him feel like all of this was just the beginning of something. When he made it to the Casino, he walked inside and then headed to the hostess for the restuarant where he ordered steak, a small side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a Cesar Salad with water as a beverage. He was escorted to the table. A few minutes later he then received his salad, eating at it slowly as he went through the messages on his phone and email.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 15:38:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sun terrace<br><strong>With:</strong> Kamala, Nereza, Leotie<br><hr><br><br><strong>“I need to understand what you are suggesting. Are you saying we approach the present owner and offer him money for it – or are you suggesting we use people to steal it from him and I merely pay you for the costs and risk of such an… ah… transaction?” I lifted my Vesper for another heartwarming sip. “To my mind the second option seems to incur less expense, but more risk. Though I know you’re a gambler…”</strong><br><br>No he had not caught on, he had been clueless, he had no idea she wanted him to take on the risk of stealing it! He had considered providing the cars location and information for the take, and had offered her an approach to the buy, but to take it himself? He had not boosted a car since he was 17, what game was she playing to approach him for a heist? He was actually shocked by the entire exchange.<br><strong><br>“Thank you for your company, I enjoyed lunch very much. You will most likely need a day or so to discuss options with some people. Do please drop by my club – you know it, yes? And let me know what is your preferred kind of transaction – or telephone me. The club’s number is in the phone book.”</strong><br><br><br>"Yes... I will call you." He smiled back, FUCK, he had been trying to place the weight of decision into her hands, and it had been swung right around. Now she had him making the decision for her. And worse the choice was obvious, the amount she had assigned to purchase for this guy was not even close to enough he would demand, double or triple if he would part with it at all.<br><br>Ric slowly rose and as he watched her walk away he looked over at Kamala. "Up." <br><br>Stealing it really was the only option, if she failed to purchase he would have failed to place her in his debt, she didn't seem to be forceful on the subject but she had come to him... And she was right, that old bastard couldn't report it for anything... Which of course meant high end security. He rolled his eyes and looked to his slave, maybe she had an idea.<br><br>"Come on, I saw you eying the slots."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 06:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kamala Adani</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino Terrace, then back into the casino over by the slot machines<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Ricardo Reyes<br><br>I watched the skinny woman get up and leave with her pet and then looked up to my own 'master' as he instructed me to stand, I took a hold of the table and did so. These old bones were not what they once were and it took me a moment to be able to stand. When I did I followed behind him, watching the way he walked for a moment. He wasn't in a very good mood. He shouldn't be. He'd just been approached to steal a car. Now came the decision, did he give the job to someone else? Or did he risk his own business and reputation for the money he'd be able to make off of this? It wasn't like he needed the money. His business was doing well enough, she should know, she did all of his books. <br><br>They both needed time to think this one though. She was fairly certain that he was going to ask her opinion the matter. Personally, she thought that this girl was probably not one that they wanted to deal with. She seemed crafty, in the bad sense. But how to bring Ricardo to that same conclusion? <br><br>They walked back into the casino and for a minute... She thought she saw someone famous. He was a big chap, and he looked older, around her age. She stared at him for a few moments openly. She knew that face... She'd seen him somewhere, but where? She watched him walk into the restaurant and frowned. She hated when she couldn't put a name to a face.&nbsp; <br><br>She thought about this for a few moments as he walked her over towards the slot machines and a small smile spread across her face when he let her pick one out. She didn't walk towards it in front of him, she simply told him which one she thought would be best and they both went down to sit at it, she didn't actually sit, that stool was for him. Not for her. She stood and waited for him to give her a few coins to try and have a few moments of fun in this terrible life of hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 19:48:46</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the casino, outside on the forecourt.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave, Leotie. Seeing the wagon pulled by Titty and Snobby arrive.<br><br>I bade Señor Reyes goodbye and departed the casino, stepping out from the air-conditioned paradise into the heat of early afternoon. My Rolex told me it was just after two and my hair appointment at Le Salon Arnoud was at two thirty. Plenty of time for a leisurely ride around the city taking the scenic route.<br><br>Beside the casino steps Poppy waited between the shafts. The red-suited commissioner was with her, stroking her chest and stomach. I frowned at the contact and went over. Hearing the click of my heels the door-woman moved away and bowed. I glanced at Poppy. She was bathed in sweat, having stood for two hours in the noon-day sun. Her coat was well protected from the harmful sun by the usual morning oiling and wipe-down Henri or one of his boys gave all the animals, so I had nothing to fear about her coat being damaged in the strong sun. The animal was panting freely and a glance at her sex showed she was leaking profusely, her black stockings were soaked all down her inner thighs and the widespread gash of her pink sex, drawn cruelly apart by the chains through her piercings glistened with pony-juice. Her magnificent chest heaved in the sun, her nipples sticking proudly up above the horizontal on her firm tits.<br><br><strong>“Have you been teasing this pony?”</strong> I barked at the stupid bitch on the door, accusingly.<br><br><strong><em>“Non, Madame, I swear. I have been giving her drinks of water and wiping her sweat with a cloth.”</em></strong> The woman bowed again obsequiously and showed a damp towel in her hand. It was with that that she had been wiping Poppy’s chest.<br><br><strong>“Hm.”</strong> I frowned at the girl from behind folded arms. <strong>“This is an expensive mare, highly trained, specially chosen. Not just any big-titted muscular bitch will do as a pony you know. If you’ve damaged her…”</strong><br><br><strong><em>“Non, Madame, I only did as you ordered, giving her water and wiping her down. But she got more and more excited from just being wiped. Also, many tourists have come by, taking pictures, taking film and trying to touch her. I refused permission.”</em></strong><br><br>I gave the girl a long dark look but in the end relented my anger. It did seem that she had only been doing her duty and it was Poppy who was almost living up to her name. At first a most reluctant pony, Poppy had eventually been named after a couple of weeks of training when Henri and his boys discovered that she came very easily. She would reach pleasure during her morning enemas and her evening milking, often when she was whipped during training and sometimes when just working hard between the shafts. She would pop easily, and so she got her name. I decided she needed a week without Venus and we would see how she was then. Saving 70 Euros a week on the tablets would be useful also.<br><br>I went up to the high-cheek boned Slavic pony and caressed a tit, feeling her heart beating beneath the soft globe of flesh. She was hot in the sun and drooling heavily.<br><br><strong>“Pony wants a cum, hm?”</strong> Poppy nodded her head and snorted heavily, snot and drool dripping down. <strong>“Alright, I have a little present for you. Don’t let me ever hear you whinnying that I’m a cruel mistress,”</strong> I said to the mare, pat-patting her tit and tweaking the swollen nipple. Her golden bell jingled as I played with her. The pony snorted again and shook her head.<br><br>I walked around to the rear of the sulky and unlocked the luggage box. In a side compartment that had padded, velvet lined pockets were always kept a few items for each animal that could be added to her harness or rig at the request of hiring guests. I took out a G-spot stimulator, a polished steel egg with a serrated surface which was attached to a semi-circle of polished steel wire and had a standard clit-ring connector at the other end. I knelt down before Poppy and ordered her to spread her legs. Doing so dragged her cunt even wider open so that her inner labia were pulled taut to form a pink diamond-shape, the points about three inches apart. More glistening pony juice ran out of her cunt, the dark hole of her vagina winking at me like the wet eye of a fish. I fiddled with the triangle piercing bar that fitted behind her clit-head and unscrewing one of the barbell stud ends, I drew the bar from its horizontal hole behind her sensitive digit of red flesh. I then slipped one of the end connectors of the G-spot stimulator onto the bar, threaded the bar back through the wet flesh behind her clit and slid the second arm of the stimulator on. I finally screwed the barbell end stud back on. Lastly I tucked the steel egg on its curved arm up inside the pony’s cunt, pushing it all the way home until the egg nestled against her G-spot. (http://steelwerksextreme.com/blog/?p=2239) Pony stamped her hooves a few times, no doubt to shift the device inside herself and enjoy the sensation.<br><br>I wiped my hands on the casino commissioner’s cloth.<br><br><strong>“Good girl. Now you can cum as much as you like, you have Mistress’ permission.”</strong> Poppy nodded and whinnied happily and closed her legs, stamping her hooves again. The steel G-spot stimulator would rub against her most sensitive place as she trotted and cantered along and I knew, with a horny mare like Poppy, that she’d cum soon, just from pulling the sulky. The thing was she wasn’t going to be given a rest while she enjoyed her cum and she had to keep trotting, or cantering or whatever she was doing when the orgasm came over her. This was especially cruel as she’d be given the pleasure but not given the opportunity to enjoy it fully. She might cum several times as I trotted around the city, all of them would be unsatisfactory cums and only leave her wanting more. I adored being cruel to my animals.<br><br>Patting Poppy on her big glistening backside I gave a tug on Leotie’s leash and led her around to the back of the vehicle, tying the leather strap to a convenient hand-grip on the rear.<br><br><strong>“You get some exercise this afternoon too, darling,”</strong> I said, reaching into the luggage box to bring out a soft padded pair of leather cuffs. I drew Leotie’s arms behind her back and put the cuffs just above her elbows, connecting them together and harshly drawing her arms tight behind her. A second pair of padded cuffs went around her wrists. She had her pink spike heels on and her matching waist cincher and having her trot along behind me would look nice.<br><br>From my purse I took Leotie's three cat bells and hung these from her nipple rings and her clitoris ring. Now she'd add to the fun sound as we jingled along the road.<br><br><strong>“Just don’t trip and fall,”</strong> I ordered her sternly, <strong>“I resent paying expensive vets bills for skin grafts if you get that pretty face and those cute tits dragged along the road.”</strong> I fondled Leotie’s chest for a moment and was about to climb aboard when the clopping of hooves caught my attention. I turned to see Titty and Snobby drawing a wagon onto the casino forecourt. James was driving, Two tourists dismounted, untied their slave from the rear of the vehicle, paid the driver and went around to the front to give the two ponies a sugar lump each. Then, with a crack of a flogger across their slaves behind, they went up the steps into the building. I walked over. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6530954#msg6530954)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Casino Monte Carlo]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 22:09:36</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Casino<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji (Phone)<br><hr><br>David had been sitting at a table just playing a few tables of blackjack when the call came through, he put on one of his headphones and stuck it into the phone to accept the call. The dealer looked at him a little annoyed but he was not going to be too disruptive, all he had really expected was for them to tell&nbsp; him that they had her or that they didn't. He looked at his cards and then called it, the dealer won that hand but David was unphased for he was not really doing it for the money, it was really just something to do. The day was young, his coffee rested on the coaster by his right side.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142249.msg6556056#msg6556056">Quote from: BlackLightning on 08-07-2012, 10:41:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Good afternoon, Mr. Cornell. My name is Ryuuji Adam, manager of Emperium department store. I believe that you had placed an inquiry about looking for a slaved relative who fitted certain descriptions. Unfortunately, we had found that there were several slaves who fitted the description provided. If you would like it, can we arrange for a meeting as soon as possible?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She redealt the cards as David listened to the man on the other end of the line. "Hello, Mr. Adams, I will make this easier to single her out, and then once she is found we can then proceed with business. A deal that I am sure you will find beneficial to both parties involved. So you need to find a girl whose mother is Monique LeBon. I am sure all you will have to do is ask them and surely if she is there then she will respond if not then I shall still pay you for your trouble. I will be by tomorrow morning to see if you have found her. Have a good day Mr. Adams. I shall see you tomorrow morning." David hung up the phone and then went back to playing blackjack with the dealer who he beat in the next hand.<br><br>A smile came to his face as he hoped that he was getting closer to his daughter. This happiness seemed to be good for his luck as he started to do better as he continued to play with the dealer.
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