Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]
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				Title: <strong>Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 15:26:38</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 - DARYA LISINA'S YACHT, THE <em>GALAXY</em></span></span></span><br><br><br>(http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Accommodation.jpg) (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Observation%20Lounge.jpg) (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Profile.jpg) (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Dining.jpg) (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Sundeck.jpg)<br><br><hr></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Genral%20Arrangement.jpg)</div>The pride and joy of the ex-athlete and socialite, the <em>Galaxy</em> is not among the largest private yachts money can buy, but is firmly in the second tier of the most beautiful and luxurious vessels in the world. Fully capable of trans-oceanic voayges, Miss Lisina has been known to take her to Grand Cayman or the British Virgin Isles for a month or two off-season to unwind or treat a close party of friends to a vacation.<br><br>The size of the ship requires her to anchor a mile or more off the coast and the yachts two tenders (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20With%20tenders.jpg) ferry guests to and from shore.<br><br>While appointed luxuriously, the <em>Galaxy's</em> decor is restrained and simple, calm light colours and rich deep polished woods contrast to engage the guest in a subtly relaxing interior and to create a sense of space and light.<br><br>The general arrangement of the ship is as follows:<br><br><strong>A Deck</strong> comprises an upper sundeck with a spa bath (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Sundeck.jpg) with amidships, the observation lounge (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Observation%20Lounge.jpg) comprising a bar, casual dining deck, sundeck and a wellness suite that can be converted quickly to be used for massage, tanning beds, beauty treatments or a small gym. Forwards are further private open areas and a flying observation bridge above the navigation bridge. This layout gives ample space for parties of an evening or sun-worshipping during the day and the smaller forwards master sun deck permits privacy even with guests aboard.<br><br><strong>B Deck</strong> features a main open deck aft (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Aftdeck.jpg) where meals may be served, or which in the daytime forms a more relaxed and informal space, with, forward of this the skylounge with cinema (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Skylounge.jpg). Forward of the skylounge is a further bar area and stairs up to A Deck.<br><br>Forward of the skylounge to port is the upper galley used when serving food to guests on the upper decks. The green-marked areas forwards and to starboard of this being the captains suite and the navigation bridge. Crew access ladders descend to the rest of the crew quarters on decks D and E. <br><br>Also on B deck forwards on the port side is a private office for use by the Master and reached via the open deck up a gangway from the Master suite. <br><br><strong>C Deck</strong> provides a further small sun/seating area at the stern and forwards of this the main public rooms of the vessel and the guest accomodations, galley and dining areas. The aft-most room is the main saloon (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Main%20saloon.jpg) which fills much of this deck (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Main%20saloon%202.jpg) aft of amidships. Forward of the main saloon is the main dining salon. (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Dining.jpg) Darya entertains here on the more formal occasions. For informal parties this space can be cleared and set aside for hot or cold buffets and the catering staff provide a less formal dining experience allowing guests to circulate through the ship while eating and drinking.<br><br>Forward of the main dining salon to port is the galley, usually there are two chefs and four assistants/waitresses who work here. To starboard is the main starcase down to the guest cabins. Forwards again of these areas is the Master suite,comprising bedroom, (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI%20Accommodation.jpg) en-suite bathroom (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Master%20ensuite.jpg) and private office. (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Private%20Office.jpg) There is also a private lounge, dressing room and a children's bedroom which Darya uses as accomodation for her personal slaves. At the forepeak of the ship an open private deck is provided for the master.<br><br><strong>D Deck</strong> at the stern provides a boat dock for the jetskis and a swimming platform. Forwards of this are the main engineering spaces with forwards again the guest cabin (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Guest.jpg) accomodations. These comprise three main double bedrooms plus a twin room. (http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/Motor%20Yacht%20CAPRI%20-%20Childrens%20Cabin.jpg) Forward again from the guest areas is the crew accomodation with bunk-berths for 16 crew - the six galley staff, the butler/head waiter, the chief engineer and his assistant, five deckands and two subordinate navigation officers. With the captain the total crew is 17. The ship can accomodate 8 guests, plus up to 4 in the master suite.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.charterworld.com/images/yachts/CAPRI.jpg)</div><br><strong>E Deck</strong> is given over to further engineering spaces as well as the storage tanks for drinking water, sewage and diesel fuel. At this lowest level in the ship is the maintenance deck with laundry, crew galley, crew dining room, crew rest lounge, general workshop and maintenance stores.<br><br>In the ships plans above, brown depicts open deck, orange is roofed/enclosed public spaces including guest cabins, green is crews quarters and facilities, and ships navigation areas, yellow is the master suite (which includes a children's cabin), purple are facilities such as galleys and equipment, blue is engineering spaces including water and diesel tanks and engine room exhausts. In each case details depicted in a lighter shade represents furniture and fixtures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 15:37:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Some private time with her slave, Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina<br><br>As soon as the tender that had ferried us had left I checked the yacht after I told Myshka to wait for me in the master suite naked. Everything was set for the party but there was a few hours to go. I told the people on the boat to have some time off and I watched them get in the tender and get to the harbour. Monaco looked really even better from out the coast. The green mountains, the blue sea and the beautiful buildings. At night, things got even better but for now, I had some plans that would beat even that. No doubt Myshka was still a bit sore from the diamonds but she had picked a rather nice toy. <br><br>I took the crop from the bag standing on deck and held the pink leather handle firmly as I smiled imagining the sounds it made landing on Myshka's skin. Slowly I got inside the ship and in the master bathroom I undressed myself and took the other toy, the double dildo. In this light, the glass with the swirls inside it in all colours looked even prettier than in the shop. The golden trims sparkled in the light and while wearing it and the crop in one hand I got into the bedroom.<br><br><strong>"Now it's our time Myshka."</strong><br><br>I wasn't planning on any men fucking her tonight. If they would I'd threw them overboard myself but she would be naked and she would be touched, maybe even face fucked. Her sex was mine though and mine alone. A little warm up was in order. I stood next to the bed and turned Myshka on her knees and raised her ass a bit. Slowly my hands massaged her back and bum cheeks as she could clearly feel the massive glass dildo rubbing against her. The other, much smaller, side was inside me, pleasing me. <br><br>I bent forward a bit and kissed her back and bum and then suddenly landed the pink leather on Myshka's ass. Immediately her skin turned red and I smacked her a few more times.<br><br><strong>"Think you're ready for your present? Or should I spank you some more Myshka?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 02:01:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina<br>&nbsp;<br>I taked off my clothes, very excited, when we boarded the Galaxy. My Darya, she liked me being naked for her, any way, in her big mansions. But, I knowed she wanted playing, with me, before her big party. And I loved, very much, the times I spended, with only my sexy mistress.<br>&nbsp;<br>I worried, a little still, for Darya's party. I knowed, that may be I needed doing humilating things, I didn't want, for all the guests. And still, I worried, that Darya would finally give me to a man. I pleased many men, for her enjoyments, with my mouth. But, no man ever put himself, inside me. I knowed, some day, my Darya would let some man do that, and she would watch. I dreaded that day, very much, and I feared it could happen, at the party!<br>&nbsp;<br>But, I knowed I never could say no, ever to my Darya. I loved her, too much. Even though, I didn't think I ever could tell her, that. I knowed, even if I wanted, I would do any thing, for her. No matter, how much it hurted me, or maked embarasments, for me.<br>&nbsp;<br>I went to my Darya's bed room. She gived me my own room, but almost I never sleeped there. Darya's bed was very big, with silk sheets. I climbed up, on the bed, and kneeled on it, the way she teached me. My bottom rested, on my heels. My hands stayed, on my knees, and my legs parted, a little. So Darya, she could see my bare smooth sex. I waited, like that, for many minutes, thinking of the many naughty things Darya might want doing, with me. &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>I smiled, very big, when my Darya entered, and walked to the big bed. She weared the big strap on, she buyed for me. It looked wonderful, on her, so huge! I laughed, thinking of her, and how hard she was, for me. And she holded her pretty pink crop, in her hand. I spreaded my legs more open, for her. My pretty butter fly glittered, on my skin. Darya looked gorgeous, and amazing and perfect, to me. If I needed being a slave, for some one? It maked me, very happy, for being her slave.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Mistress, you're beautiful,"</strong> I said, very quiet, to my Darya.&nbsp; I meaned it, I didn't only say it, for pleasing her. I loved it, seeing her naked, so slender, and sexy. She looked like a goddess, to me.<br>&nbsp;<br>I wondered, for the moment, if Darya filled her huge dildo with some thing? I couldn't see, the base of it, for knowing if Darya put some thing in it. But, I didn't get the chances, for seeing! Darya, she smiled at me, very sweet. And then, she climbed on the bed, with me. She grabbed my hips, she turned me over, so I layed face down, on the bed. She kneeled behind me, and lifted my bottom, she pushed my knees a part. I gasped, very loud, when she grabbed my sides, I felt her run her pretty nails, across my tummy. And I gasped, more loud, and very excited, when I felt her glass dildo, rub very light against my cunt!<br>&nbsp;<br>I letted out soft happy squeals, when my Darya kissed my shoulders, and the small, of my back. Her tender kisses, they runned down, to the cheeks, of my bottom. Oh my heart pounded, with much excitements!<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Swick!!!</em><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Ohh!!!"</strong> I cried. My Darya, she smacked my ass, very hard with the pretty pink crop! I shuddered, from the hurt, and from excitements, too! I didn't know why? But, when Darya whipped, and spanked me, it maked her kisses and tender touches, feel even more amazing. She smacked me again, and again!<br>&nbsp;<br>And then, I felt the big mushroom head, of Darya's glass cock, it pressed against my tiny pucker, of my bottom. My eyes growed huge, for moments, I thought may be she wanted fucking my ass, with it! I never taked any thing big, like that, in my bottom! But, Darya slipped it down, more between my legs. And I gasped, very loud, when she beginned teasing my cunt, with it!<br>&nbsp;<br><em>"Think you're ready for your present? Or should I spank you some more Myshka?"</em>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Mistress, please whip me more,"</strong> I whispered. <strong>"Your hurts, they're wonderful, I love them."</strong> I pushed my bottom, back against my Darya's slim hips. I shuddered, very excited, as the big glass dildo, it teased my naughty slit. And the fat head, of the glass dildo, it rubbed against my vajazzled butter &nbsp;fly, <em>clink clink clink</em>! Darya's strokes, they teased me, they parted and pushed my lips, of my sex, more a part. Already, my tight pussy was very wet, for her.<br>&nbsp;<br>I letted out little yelps, and screams. Darya's pretty riding crop, she smacked it down on my bottom, many times <em>swick swick swick</em>!!! Oh it stinged, very hard, I felt lovely red welts burn on my pretty flesh. And again, <em>swick swick SWICK</em>!!! I bited my lip, hot tears filled my eyes. It hurted, so much! But, it felt perfect, and amazing, I loved it!<br>&nbsp;<br>I raised my bottom, more high. And I letted out a soft moan, Darya keeped rubbing her yummy glass cock against my sex, she teased me even more! I couldn't wait, much more long, for her stuffing it inside me. And making me scream, like her dirty bitch, when she fucked me hard!<br>&nbsp;<br><em>SWICK SWICK SWOCK SWOCK</em>!!!<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Thank you Mistress,"</strong> I sobbed, very joyful, for every smack, <strong>"thank you!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 18:52:35</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the way to Darya's party<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; his friend Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. Okanjo's slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>After a morning full of playing with me as a woodsman full of semen and Kumiko as a fairy hungry for cum, we had some brunch and were relaxing by the pool.&nbsp; I started napping under an umbrella with her resting her head on my shoulder, and I woke up a while later to the sound of applause and cheering.<br><br>Kumiko had kept herself busy by going swimming in the nude, then started doing rather acrobatic diving to the amusement of the residents of the hotel, who were more than happy to show their appreciation with clapping hands and loud whistles.<br><br>When she saw I was up she had sauntered out of the pool all hot and sexy (which is what she's like <em>all</em> the time), and she had water coating and dripping off her beautiful naked body.&nbsp; She crawled toward me, then got on top of me and wiggled herself from head to toe to make all the water splash on me.&nbsp; She nuzzled her nose against mine like a happy, naughty puppy.&nbsp; She reached over and took the folded up leash and put it between her teeth, then whimpered like she wanted for me to take her for a walk.<br><br>I attached the leash to her collar and I dried her off with a towel quickly before she suddenly ran off with her leash trailing behind her, chasing a butterfly, trying to catch it in her hands, jumping into the air with her titties bouncing and arms reaching overhead.&nbsp; She pouted cutely when the butterfly got a way, then waved goodbye to it.<br><br>Again, she got on all fours as I took her leash.&nbsp; We found a bush and she lifted up her leg and released a torrent of piss like a bitch marking her territory.&nbsp; <br><br>God, I loved my Kumiko so much.&nbsp; I could not imagine life without her.<br><br>She stayed on all fours as we made our way back up to our hotel room and we ran into my new friend, Dr. Okello Okanjo.&nbsp; We met during a card game and were talking about him getting a slave.&nbsp; At the time, Kumiko seemed to be doing all the right things to me in front of him to convince him that getting a slave of his own would be worthwhile.&nbsp; <br><br>I recommended the Emperium, where I get all my stuff for Kumiko, and apparently he took this advice because now he had a lovely slave of his own, also on all fours and collared and leashed just like Kumiko.<br><br>As Dr. Okanjo invited me to a party held by a female former Olympian on her yacht, Kumiko crawled around Dr. Okanjo's slave.&nbsp; Kumiko was really curious about her, and I had to tug on her collar to make her sit beside me.&nbsp; She rubbed her face on my leg and I knew what she wanted.<br><br>I asked Dr. Okanjo if Kumiko could play with his slave, and he was more than happy to allow that.&nbsp; I nodded at my slave and then continued hammering out the travel logistics for the party with Dr. Okanjo, then sharing what we did during the day with our respective slaves.&nbsp; Kumiko was playing with Dr. Okanjo's slave's hair and feeling her breasts and sniffing her ass - she really acted like a curious puppy in a horny half-Asian half-Caucasian woman's body.<br><br>After Dr. Okanjo and I exchanged the details of all the wonderful things Kumiko did to me and the mostly <em>awful</em> things Dr. Okanjo did to <em>his</em> slave, we set up a time to meet later.<br><br>The four of us shared a ponygirl cab.&nbsp; With all the passengers and the driver, we needed a bigger carriage drawn by more ponygirls.&nbsp; <br><br>Kumiko had chosen to put on her slave Princess Leia outfit.&nbsp; Since we were going to a private party, Kumiko would be able to act more like herself than a typical slave out in public had to.&nbsp; She loved to dance for me and by extension any audience, and she especially loved it when I <em>ordered</em> her to show off her skills and body.&nbsp; Actually, she seemed to like it when I told her to do anything she really wanted to do.&nbsp; As for my outfit, I settled on a simple white collared shirt with a black tie and black suit.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo, meanwhile, had a suit of his own on, while his slave (whose name he never mentioned ever, instead just calling her 'slave' or 'cunt' or 'slut') wore a rather sexy apron-like dress that covered her front while exposing her rear except for some thin horizontal spaghetti straps.&nbsp; She had thigh high stockings, opera gloves, high heels and plenty of nice jewelry.<br><br>His slave was on her knees, sitting on her heels, her knees spread wide and her hands behind her back.&nbsp; It was clear that Dr. Okanjo thought of her more as an object to be used, degraded and discarded, although he didn't go so far as to refer to his slave as "it" instead of "her."&nbsp; <br><br>He also had no problem speaking of another woman with me in front of his slave, one he was quite smitten with, a certain Kaelyn Richelieu, who I did not know personally but have heard of as a beautiful, dominant, free woman that ran a high-end brothel.&nbsp; I couldn't see myself being interested in another woman, much less talking about her front of my beloved Kumiko.<br><br>I stroked Kumiko's hair, soothing her if Dr. Okanjo's nature bothered her in some way.&nbsp; The time on the ponygirl carriage definitely made me appreciate what I had with my precious Kumiko.&nbsp; I guess it did bother me a bit - to be fair, Dr. Okanjo was not nearly as extreme as my cruel uncle who was Kumiko's previous owner - but I hoped to meet other owners who were more loving and merciful to their slaves.&nbsp; Perhaps this Darya Lysina was more like me than like Dr. Okanjo.<br><br>We arrived at the docks and disembarked from the carriage.&nbsp; Kumiko's leash hung freely down between her breasts as I held her hand in mine, like a free woman lover instead of a slave.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo, on the other hand, was more than happy to keep his slave on her hands and knees as we waited for the tender to take us to the yacht, showing off her beauty and his power over her, perhaps even more so compared to the way I treated my own slave.<br><br>One of the tenders arrived and Dr. Okanjo showed him the invitation.&nbsp; The pilot of the boat looked at a clipboard, made a check mark, then wrote down our names.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo apparently invited another gentleman whose name sounded familiar to me, probably from one of the many rounds of cards we played together.<br><br>The four of us got on the tender and were ferried from the docks to the yacht.&nbsp; I've been on a few yachts in my time and this was one of the more impressive ones I have ever seen in person.&nbsp; Kumiko and I had never been on a yacht together before, and I studied her reaction to her seeing the big, beautiful ship.&nbsp; The pilot pulled up to the back of the ship, and we were helped aboard by some crewmembers.<br><br>I put out my elbow for Kumiko to put her hand around, like a gentleman escort would for his lady friend.&nbsp; I did hold onto her leash firmly, just in case she gave in to an impulse to start exploring the ship on her own.&nbsp; My Kumiko gets so excited sometimes, which I love, but now was the time for a bit of restraint.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo, on the other hand, had his slave on her knees again, ready to discipline her if she acted any less than a well-behaved pet.<br><br>Unsure of where to go, we followed the instructions of the crew and waited for our hostess to greet us.<br><br>(Edit:&nbsp; Changed and added content so they end up on the yacht.)<br>(Second edit:&nbsp; Corrected typos and clarified a bit.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 11:17:00</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina and later her guests<br><br>There is pleasure and pleasure and then there is what I was going through. Valentina might not have been used to the slave life when I bought her but boy was she good at it. Well not as 'good' as some of the more hardcore slaves but for me that would be bad. So if she was good at that, she wouldn't have been good for me but rather poor. But she wasn't poor, she was good. Does that still make sense? Anyway, she begged me for more. Much, much more and I was more than willing to give her more. I kept whipping her behind for minutes increasing the firmness of the swipes until my arm began to hurt. Not training for Olympic games anymore had had its effects on my stamina. <br><br>Instead of stopping though, I pushed the glass dildo inside her pussy. It was dripping wet from the whipping and before I did, I ran my finger through it and tasted her. Delicious and nutricious. I pushed it down until the base of the toy and saw the warm sticky fluid inside sloshing about as I started fucking my little slave. Even through the glass I could feel Myshka's body respond and struggle with the size of the thick glass shaft. Slowly I increased speed until I couldn't go any faster. I was now fucking her as hard as I could and I pushed her chest and head down into the bed.<br><br>I called her a slut, a whore and a dirty cunt but my God did I love her. Nobody had ever given me pleasure quite like she had. Before I would push the little button that would unleash the fluid inside the dildo into Myshka's wet and warm pussy I pulled her up by her hair and arched her back so that her head was in reach of mine but the toy still lodged firmly inside her.<br><br>"Prepare for the load Myshka," I whispered and kissed her and then released the contents of the dildo inside her. I didn't feel it obviously but I could see through the glass the force of the fluids as it shot inside Myshka. It was a good choice of her to get this toy and I could foresee many more pleasurable nights. <br><br>A quick look at the clock and I realized we didn't have much more time for more and although I really wasn't done fucking her yet, I pushed her off and took off the toy. We had time for a quick shower and in the shower I washed Myshka while she cleaned the toy thoroughly. She dried me off, oiled my body and skin and helped me into my black lace lingerie set and then in my black evening gown. When she was dry I showed her what she would wear that evening for the party. Since most slaves would come naked, she would look like an absolute star. The first part was a very thin but pretty &nbsp;white lace thong (https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIvZkn6D6cU4-QwsmczD2Kwgh-iZ3vIUe6OuPrYSPD_-Rx5Tv0Ww) with a matching bra. Not a half cup or something, just a full bra but lace. A pair of small gloves just in case she would have to touch men or the gentleman's relish and to finish a pair of white laced stockings. (http://www.toysity.com/images/product/femaleactionfigure/accessories/C115_2.JPG) <br><br>When she was done I looked at her, smiled and tied her hair in two ponytails with a big white lace and a bow on it and kissed her. Then I collared her and told her to wait in the living area of the Galaxy as I did a last inspection of the ship before the guests arrived.<br><br>Each bedroom suite had a 'guard' in front of it to keep people out in case it was occupied by one (or more) of the guests and the bar was manned as well. I didn't use slaves at these posts because they couldn't be trusted with such important work, so instead I had skilled personnel hired. In the dining area, the buffet was also set and looking good and a quick talk with one of the chefs ensured me that there would be refills when they were needed. The music was on and everything was set as I got to the living area to Myshka. <br><br>I had just arrived as one of my servants told me the first guests were on their way so I got Myshka up, leashed her and walked to the sundeck. At my orders the guests would be brought up here from the docking deck where I would welcome them to the Galaxy. I didn't recognize any of the people except Dr. Okanjo. The other men, a bit younger and the slaves I didn't recognize. <br><br>"Doctor Okanjo, it's good to see you again. I hope your search in the Emperium was successfull."<br><br>I greeted him with a slight bow, not knowing him well enough yet to kiss and then introduced myself to the other guests. A waiter appeared with a tray of champagne glasses and offered the men a glass each.<br><br>"I'm Darya Lysina and this here is my slave, Valentina. You are free to tour the ship yourself but if you so wish, I could give you a quick tour. There is a food and drinks in the main dining area right through these doors." I pointed to the double doors behind me where the dining area was.<br><br>"The toilets are marked as such amd the bedrooms are free to use as you like. Any door that is locked is off limits."<br><br>Obviously the most important room to be off limits was my bedroom but other rooms included the staff area and the machine room. <br><br>"If there is anything you need or wish, please do not hesitate to let me know."<br><br>The sun was already setting but in the distance I could already see the ferries picking up more guests. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 04:30:47</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at The Galaxy on D Deck, Then going up to C Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon; Darius Fair; Darius' slave&nbsp; Kumiko Sakamoto; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br><hr><br>The ride to the docks from Kaelyn's place was short and soon enough James was opening the door for her. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146828.msg6925715#msg6925715) There were smaller boats moored to the dock, ferries that would take guests out to <em>The Galaxy</em>. From where she was standing the grand yacht gleamed in the late evening sun and overshadowed the horizon. Kaelyn made a mental note to congratulate Darya on her excellent choice for a party.<br><br>A van from the brothel pulled up next to them and as she got out, the drive (another of <em>Richelieu's</em> employees) unloaded the three sluts that Jacque had promised her for the evening. Audrey (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Reia-SlaveAudrey.png), Lauren (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Reia-SlaveLauren.png), and Stacey (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Reia-SlaveStacey.png) were dressed in delicate lingerie (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Reia-Slavewear_001.png) made out of barely there, transparent lace. The back of the panties (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Reia-Slavewear_002.png) was especially eye-catching, three openings giving easy access to whoever wanted to use the slaves. The only other thing they wore, aside from their collars, were simple, yet elegant heeled shoes (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Reia-Slaveshoes_002.png) that matched the lingerie in color. Once the slaves were ready, Sophie having been pulled out of the car by James and Tillie crawling alongside obediently, Kaelyn headed towards one of the ferries. She turned quickly and smiled at James, holding up three fingers, her signal to him for what time he should pick her up at.<br><br>The slaves were situated on the floor of the boat and Kaelyn took one of the comfortable seats provided. As they neared <em>The Galaxy</em> the ship grew in size, the lights shining even brighter the closer they got. Crew helped her board and Kaelyn saw that only a few others had arrived by then. She headed towards where Darya was greeting her guests and stopped next to a young man that had his slave standing next to him as if it were a free person. With a sneer she turned from him and placed a hand on Darya's arm.<br><br>"<strong>Darling, lovely to see you as always.</strong>" She kissed Darya on the cheek. "<strong>I've brought the slaves I promised, plus one of the ones I bought earlier, for your guests' pleasure. Do you want them anywhere specifically?</strong>"<br><br>After sending the four slaves off, Kaelyn tugged at Tillie's leash and walked over to Doctor Okanjo. "<strong>Bonsoir,mon cher docteur, comment allez-vous?</strong><sup>1</sup>"<br><br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> Good evening, my dear doctor, how are you?</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 15:23:55</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mistress' apartment., then moving to the yacht.<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, others arriving at the party.<br><hr><br>The sudden cold shower was totally unexpected. Oh but Mistress was a cruel one, i was beginning to see that now. She took delight in punishing me! She had deliberately over-filled my bladder, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it in! She wanted me to fail!<br><br>I smiled to myself with this new understanding even as I shivered under the cold stream of water.<br><br>And then I was pulled from the shower, dried, my hair braided and prettied, and joy of joys, the most beautiful sparkly stuff (http://www.tazzallacranch.com/BodyJewelryByTazzie/images/Elegance4837.jpg) was fastened around my neck, to my nipple rings. An additional length of chain reached down to my clit ring. It was heavy, and it dragged at my flesh, giving a pleasing soreness to the peircings..<br><br>And then we set off for the party. I was so delighted with how I looked in the jewels that I didn't care that I still needed a pee. It was less urgent now, but I imagined Mistress would rectify that in her own good time. I climbed in to the car and curled up at Mistress' feet without being asked. I wanted to please her. It seemed I did, because she petted me, and smiled at me.<br><br>So, I was right. She was actually pleased that I had disobeyed her by peeing without permission. Life with Mistress was going to be very interesting. I waited while Mistress climbed from the car and crawled quickly after her, my boobs swaying delicately as I hurried to keep up. I needed to stand to get into the ferry, but as soon as I was on board, I was back at Mistress' feet. This was all very new and I was enjoying seeing how the other half lived. To think, I could have been bought by some ignorant unwashed oaf who worked in a factory and onl;y wanted me to shoot his jizz into every night. Instead of which I was... I actually giggled aloud at the thought, then stopped instantly as soon as I realised - I was a fashion accessory! Oh my! Maman would have been proud of me.<br><br>The yacht, Oh! Mon! Dieu! It was a floating palace, decked out in lights and sparkles. I followed Mistress, and as she paused to talk to the young woman I had seen her with earlier, the one who owned the yacht, I tapped on the elbow of a flunky, took a glass of champagne from his tray and placed it delicately in Mistress' hand, so smoothly that it would appear to any free person that the glass simply appeared there as if by magic. <br><br>Maybe Mistress would appreciate me doing things like that for her, maybe she wouldn't, but I regarded it as part of the job description. Slaves are there to serve, and so I served her. I continued to follow, on my knees of course, as Mistress led me around the deck. I paid attention to the people she spoke to, learning their names, but not listening to the conversations. Or rather, I listened without hearing. Slaves need to do that. I needed to listen to what was said, in case I was given an order, or in case there was information I needed to know. Also, I always considered that part of my job as a slave would be to protect my owner in case any actual harm threatened her, and so I stayed alert for that reason too. Not that such was likely on the deck of a luxury Yacht in Monaco Harbour.<br><br>But equally, I did not want nor need to know any of Mistress' personal business. I did not need to know whom she chose to do business with, nor what arrangements she made, nor whom her friends were, what level of friendship she had, whom she slept with (unless it was me...), Nor did I need nor want to know who was doing what with (or to) whom. None of my business. So while I listened, I made sure that if I was asked anything about Mistress' affairs, either business or private, by anyone, I could truthfully say I did not know.<br><br>Of course, a slave could not be made to testify against it's owner, any more than a slave could be prosecuted for an illegal act it was ordered to do by it's owner. That would be like prosecuting a car for being parked illegally! But you never knew.<br><br>I knelt by Mistress, proud and happy to be hers and careful not to disgrace her in any way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 16:14:13</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the party.<br><strong>With:</strong> Maman-cunt, Others at the party.<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><tt class="bbc_tt">Bonjour, Marie-Claire! Bon anniversaire1, darling. I've been invited to a party and given permission to invite friends. Would you join us? It'd be the perfect way of celebrating your turning 18. You'd just have to be at the marina, we'll be given a ride out to the yacht. Au revoir, hope you'll come.</tt></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The message had arrived while I was relaxing by the pool. I sat up, causing Maman-Cunt to let out a little "Oof" sound as all my weight transferred to her belly, and read it. My reply was instant.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Merci-bien ma chérie. Bien sûr, je serai là, ça va être amusant. Rends-tu là-bas.</tt><sup>1</sup><br><br>And so, as darkness fell, I again put Maman-Cunt into the boot of my precious Boxty, and drove down into Monaco. I was aiming to arrive fashionably late, but it seemed I'd miss timed things. I saw Kaelyn climbing into a ferry with a darling little slave in tow behind her and several of her wares being ushered aboard too. It certainly promised to be a fun evening.<br><br>I had dressed myself up in a sparkling sequinned strapless Little Black Dress (http://www.coolandmore.com/pictures/2010/11/Party-dresses-find-the-dress-designers-vs-low-cost-Asos1-550x384.jpg), with matching black stilettos. In my hand I made sure I kept the riding crop as well as Maman-Cunt's lead. The disobedient slave would need to learn if she was to avoid beatings.<br><br>Of course I dad no bra on, and in fact I was being extra naughty, by wearing a pair of crotchless black panties (http://www.femininescent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/crotchless-panty-with-lace-trims.jpg). They laced up to allow me some privacy, but if I wanted Maman-cunt to eat me out, all I needed do was open my legs and have her undo the ribbons.#<br><br>Maman-cunt was dressed most elegantly in a leather corset (http://www.plazaclothing.com/_wp_generated/ppc3e14fb9_06.png). I had removed the mittens and replaced them with cuffs around her wrists which fastened to the corset on her hips. Also, I had put her in a high leather collar (http://www.dungeonware.com/cgiimages/469.jpg) that was designed to fit over her regulation slave collar and still leave it visible. The corset lifted her magnificent boobs and showed them off beautifully.<br><br>Cuffs on her ankles just above the high heel shoes she wore were attached to a two foot long bar as soon as she was out of the car. She would find it interesting walking in that and so just to be cruel I ordered her to stand up and walk. I had decided against a gag. If the cunt wanted to make a sound she would feel my crop.<br><br>We caught the next ferry out to the yacht, and I tipped the driver then made my way on board. Kaelyn was talking to some black guy I didn't know, and I sauntered up, slave in tow. "Kaelyn, my sweet. Good to see you again, how are you?"<br><br><hr>1] Thank you so much, my dear. Of course I'll be there, it'll be fun. Meet you there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 13:25:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his friend, Darius Fair; Darius' slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; Darya Lysina; Darya's slave, Valentina "Myshka" Khorkina<br><br><strong><em>"Doctor Okanjo, it's good to see you again. I hope your search in the Emperium was successfull."</em></strong><br><br>I raised an eyebrow at Darya Lysina.&nbsp; I had been walking <em>out</em> of the Emperium with the brand new slave I <em>just</em> bought when she was walking <em>into</em> the mall.&nbsp; Earlier in the day, my purchase was on her knees with Darya's own slave, when Darya also mocked the gold paint job of the otherwise rather sweet sports car I won.&nbsp; <br><br>Her remarks were admittedly a bit bothersome.&nbsp; Fortunately, Darya and my slave were both beautiful blond bitches, so I got to take out my frustration on my slave's throat, cunt, tits and asshole while thinking about the hostess of this party.<br><br>Oh well.&nbsp; At least Darya called me "Doctor" instead of "Mister" this time.&nbsp; Still, it would be hard to ruin my mood with the possibility of seeing her friend, Kaelyn Richelieu.&nbsp; I wondered what Kaelyn would be wearing, which made me think of how she would look not wearing anything, which lifted my mood and made me smile at Darya.<br><br><strong>"My search was indeed fruitful, Miss Lysina.&nbsp; I did acquire this cunt here..."</strong><br><br>I tugged on my slave's leash for emphasis.<br><br><strong>"And have been satisfied, <em>so far.</em>"</strong><br><br>I looked at my slave knowingly, then back at Darya.<br><br><strong>"If she interests you, feel free to make use of her.&nbsp; In fact, I would like to tie her down somewhere so that anyone on the yacht can feel her up.&nbsp; Thank you for the invitation to your yacht.&nbsp; It is quite majestic.&nbsp; Feel free to call me by my first name of 'Okello.'&nbsp; Also, please allow me to introduce Darius Fair, heir to the Fairmont Hotel franchise..."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 14:19:28</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; his friend Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. Okanjo's slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; Darya Lysina; Darya's slave, Valentina "Myshka" Khorikina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie LeBon<br><br>Daaamn.&nbsp; What a foxy blonde.&nbsp; This Darya Lisina was quite the eyeful, just like Okello's slave.&nbsp; I would love to see Darya have some fun together with my sweet Kumiko.&nbsp; <br><br>How strange.&nbsp; I wasn't thinking about having Darya to myself.&nbsp; Instead, I was imagining being witness to my beloved Kumiko with her.&nbsp; I looked at my delicious Kumiko to gauge her reaction.&nbsp; We'd spend hours together checking out women, making comments about their pretty faces and beautiful bodies.&nbsp; Kumiko was not the type to get jealous, especially considering how well defined our commitment was to each other, and she appreciated beauty as much as I.<br><br><strong><em>"...Darius Fair, heir to the Fairmont Hotel franchise..."</em></strong><br><br>I snapped out of my nearly completely mesmerized trance at the mention of my name, then shook my head with a smile at Okello.<br><br><strong>"Please, just call me Darius.&nbsp; And this is my slave, Kumiko."</strong><br><br>Kumiko had her hand in the crook of my elbow.&nbsp; I moved it down so our fingers intertwined.<br><br><strong>"Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being on this yacht.&nbsp; Your slave is quite lovely as well."</strong><br><br>It was true.&nbsp; Valentina looked adorable in her lacy bra and thong and stockings.&nbsp; And I liked how Darya introduced her by name.&nbsp; Perhaps Darya and I shared similar philosophies about how we treated our slaves.<br><br>Just then, another lovely free woman, a curvy brunette, came on board.&nbsp; I smiled at her but was instead greeted with a look of scorn.&nbsp; I looked to Okello inquisitively, but he seemed to be absolutely enthralled with her.&nbsp; I forgot the snub for a moment and wondered what was going on inside Okello's head.<br><br>This free woman had a nice looking slave with her, with jewelry hanging off her nipples and clit, which really drew attention to her lovely lady parts.&nbsp; This slave took a glass of champagne and put it in her mistress' hand.&nbsp; I looked at Kumiko and smiled at her.&nbsp; I snapped my fingers and I put out my hand, waiting for her to do get me a drink as well.<br><br>I looked at her four other slaves as well.&nbsp; They seemed to have secondary roles compared to the bedazzled brunette.&nbsp; They wore matching lingerie.&nbsp; Three were older with long hair and the fourth was younger with a pixie hairstyle.&nbsp; It was clear that the one on her knees was the free woman's personal slave, while the others were there for use by the guests.&nbsp; <br><br>She approached Okello who was still beside me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 15:18:28</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Darius Fair; Darius' slave, Kumiko; Kaeylyn Richelieu, Kaelyn's slave, Tillie<br><br>Ah, there she was.&nbsp; Kaelyn Richelieu.&nbsp; Looking lovely as always, this time in a white leather coat, black leather pants, and sparkly shoes.&nbsp; I could feel myself reacting to the sight of her already.&nbsp; Blood was draining from my brain to my loins as my heart stirred and my manhood swelled.&nbsp; Even owning my own slave in a world where naked and barely dressed women were regularly used and abused, no one had such an effect on me as Kaeylyn Richelieu.<br><br><strong><em>"Bonsoir, mon cher docteur, comment allez-vous?"</em></strong><br><br><strong><em>"Bonsoir, mon cher Madame Richelieu."</em></strong><br><br>I continued speaking in French to her.<br><br><strong>"I am very well indeed.&nbsp; I cannot think of a more wonderful day in recent memory, having not just one, but <em>two</em> opportunities to both see you and speak with you.&nbsp; I cannot imagine a better way to end it than to spend it with you even for a few moments."</strong><br><br>I couldn't hold back my smile.&nbsp; I imagined I almost looked a bit foolish positively beaming.<br><br><strong>"Well, perhaps that's not <em>entirely</em> true."</strong>&nbsp; I looked upward for a moment playfully, as if considering other things Kaelyn and I could do.<br><br><strong>"As much as I love hearing you calling me 'your dear doctor,' it would please me to no end to hear you call me 'your dear Okello.'&nbsp; I do hope we can be more than just... business associates."</strong><br><br>I grinned at the multiple possible meanings of the open-endedness of the statement I made when I felt Darius' elbow hit mine.<br><br>I switched to English for a moment.&nbsp; Darius was skilled in many languages, but hewas still struggling with French despite having learned it since a young age.<br><br><strong>"Allow me to introduce Darius Fair.&nbsp; This young man will be running the Fairmont empire someday.&nbsp; Upon my recommendation, he has personally suggested to his guests at the Fairmont Montecarlo to visit your brothel.&nbsp; He's nicer to his slaves than you and I are, but don't hold that against him.&nbsp; Otherwise, he's an exceptionally fine gentleman."</strong><br><br>Darius greeted her, then took the hint and left me alone with Kaelyn and our slaves.&nbsp; I went back to French.<br><br><strong>"I recognize your new slaves.&nbsp; I considered buying the slim one with the short black hair, but her... its... its tits were too small for what I wanted to own."</strong><br><br>How strange.&nbsp; I corrected myself to refer to slaves in the same manner that Kaelyn did.&nbsp; I found myself wanting to say just the right thing to Kaelyn, as if I wanted to... please her.<br><br><strong>"And your personal cunt was a bit large up top for what I had in mind for a slave.&nbsp; Although I do very much appreciate what you've done with... it.&nbsp; I can't help but wonder at the kind of fun you've had with... its... flesh."</strong><br><br>I looked at Kaelyn's slave on its knees beside her.&nbsp; Then I looked at my own.<br><br><strong>"And you remember the slut I bought, don't you?&nbsp; After we spoke outside the Emperium, I took it out for a spin.&nbsp; I thought of you watching me abuse its throat and cunt and asshole and tits in the park after I paraded it around wearing nothing but high heels and handcuffs.&nbsp; I beat it and raped it in front of onlookers who were pointing and laughing and taking video.&nbsp; Then I brought it back to Darius' hotel where I am staying and used it some more."</strong><br><br>I gauged Kaelyn's reaction.&nbsp; It was always fun to talk about abusing slaves.&nbsp; Darius wasn't the type all.&nbsp; The fact that Kaelyn was an artist in sadistic domination as well as the epitome of sexiness made her the perfect woman to me.<br><br><strong>"The invitation still stands for you to have your way with my slave-cunt here.&nbsp; I would love to see you give it a good working over.&nbsp; Perhaps I can break in the new skinny bitch you picked up.&nbsp; I would hate to leave any of your whores unused by me, Mistress."</strong><br><br>I glanced at Audrey, Lauren and Stacey, particularly at Stacey.&nbsp; I made all the sluts scream, but Stacey was the one I made dominate me as I imagined Kaelyn ordering me around, demanding me to kiss and caress every square inch of her gorgeous figure, to nibble and suck and lick and fuck her while denying myself pleasure until she gave me permission to cum.<br><br>Wait a minute.&nbsp; Did I just call her "Mistress?"<br><br>I couldn't be sure.&nbsp; If I did, maybe she didn't notice.&nbsp; Then a lovely young woman with an older slave that resembled her walking with a spreader bar attached to her ankles approached us.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 15:28:59</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; Darya Lysina; Darya's slave, Valentina<br><br>After a quick introduction to Kaelyn Richelieu, I took my leave.&nbsp; With Kumiko in tow, I rejoined Darya.<br><br><strong>"I have never met anyone with my own name or even a feminine version of my own name, Miss Lysina.&nbsp; Do you know anyone else named Darius or Darya?&nbsp; Also, you seem rather worldly - what other languages do you know?&nbsp; Anything besides French and English?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 06:09:51</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the party at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner as well as others at the party<br><br>The rest of the day was hell as the traitorous bitch of my daughter cruelly humiliated and abused me.&nbsp; I quickly cursed the day I brought her into the world and at that moment I wished I could take her back out of it.&nbsp; I sobbed only a bit crushed in the back of the little sports car.&nbsp; I was not comfortable with it but at least I could manage without harmful hysteria.<br><br>The little bitch was dressed like a slut in a slinky black dress and shameful panties.&nbsp; I knew because she had made me help dress her like a slave.&nbsp; I was in a painfully tight corset that cinched my waist so strictly that breathing was a challenge.&nbsp; My breasts swelled over the top of the corset, held up by the swell of leather in a most humiliating display.&nbsp; I recognized the yacht and some of the people headed out to it and knew that I would be exhibited in front of many of the people that I had mixed with socially only a day ago.&nbsp; I wanted to crawl away but the threat of mind and body wrenching torture kept me going.&nbsp; As well, I resolved not to give the little bitch the satisfaction of thinking she had me broken.<br><br>Walking and moving was difficult.&nbsp; The cuffs fastened to the corset restricted my movement like some kind of criminal and then she hobbled me with cuffs on my ankles and a two foot wide bar spreading my legs.&nbsp; I wobbled awkwardly, my hands imprisoned and my legs spread in a lewd display.&nbsp; I stumbled once, pressing against the bitch before I righted myself.&nbsp; By the time she stopped to talk to some other slut of a slave owner my face was beet red and I was gasping with the effort of keeping up with my daughter-bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 07:59:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Fairmont Monte Carlo and arriving at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo, Darius Fair, his slave Kumiko, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/b3cf0e33a5a3f4bb30dca7e4551f0201_zpsf3dab73d.jpg)</div><br>I had been dressed as a slut in a costume design to catch the eye and allow easy access to my body.&nbsp; I was in a skimpy outfit with a lacy front that pressed up by breasts but left my stomach shadowed while my back and ass was almost totally bare.&nbsp; A bit of jewelry, disguised cuffs on my wrists actually and I was ready to be displayed and used.&nbsp; The outfit was rounded off with long opera gloves and high, high heels.<br><br>Then we met with an acquaintance of Dr. Okanjo.&nbsp; He was a young man with a very young and innocent looking Japanese slave girl.&nbsp; The two of them started talking about the abuse and sex they had meted out to the two of us while the girl came over and started to sniff and play with me like a dog.&nbsp; I didn't know what to take and I pulled and tugged to get as far away from her as I could.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo tanked my leash so that I choked and made me hold still while the other girl, Kumiko sniffed my ass and played with my breasts.&nbsp; I must admit that again my traitorous body responded and there was a damp trail of my dew staining the thong as well as the growing pungent smell of my arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl prattled that she had seen me before and I stiffened.&nbsp; Up to this point people had commented on my similarity to a certain pop star but had not connected.&nbsp; I tried to shush her but she would not stop humming one of my most popular songs.&nbsp; Finally I had to give in and rubbed my ass in her face like a bitch in heat seeking to be mounted.&nbsp; That quieted her up and we played doggie games until it was time to go.<br><br>Finally we left for the party and thankfully I was able to ride in the cart instead of run behind.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo treated me like a thing, like a piece of furniture or a sex toy to be used.&nbsp; He spoke of that woman, the free bitch who he liked and whose humiliation he took out in my ass.&nbsp; I didn't know what to think as the strange feeling of jealousy came over me.&nbsp; What the hell!!!&nbsp; Why was I jealous unless she turned him down and he sodomized me again.&nbsp; I spent the rest of the trip quiet and afraid as I wondered why I was started to identify with my Master.<br><br>I was not terribly excited about going out to a yacht.&nbsp; I had been to bigger and better and as a free woman.&nbsp; Yet Dr. Okanjo made me walk like a dog behind him, heeling to the leash as the little Japanese slut was able to walk like a free woman.&nbsp; A lot of other slaves and their masters or mistresses arrived but I was too humiliated by crawling like a dog and worrying about my spate of jealousy to worry.<br><br>He spoke to the beautiful blond woman, Darya, the one who upset him and led to my ass reaming early.&nbsp; He seemed more pleased and I eyed both her and her slave Valentina.&nbsp; The dark hair slaved was also treated with more respect than I got and I slowly grew more angry and resentful of Dr. Okanjo although I hid it.&nbsp; Soon he was talking and laughing with the blond mistress and a dark haired one, Kaelyn while he tugged and yanked at me to show me off like a slab of meat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, despite my anger I shuddered at his veiled threat and lowered my head submissively.&nbsp; Further the idea of being tied up and used frightened me more than anything he had done to me yet.&nbsp; Knowing I was tied and helpless to be used anonymously like a animal or a cunt was terrible; the loss of control was deeper than I could imagine.&nbsp; Had I dared I would have begged to be excused right there.<br><br>The conversation he had with Kaelyn was utterly humiliating and stirred not anger but to my horror a deep feeling of that same jealousy.&nbsp; God, god, why did I feel that way, why was I so possessive of this man that had raped me and boasted of it?&nbsp; I knelt quietly and waited for the next indignity to be inflicted on me.&nbsp; The most interesting thing was that Dr. Okanjo seemed to favor the slave whore that most approximated Kaelyn.&nbsp; I wondered at his slip by calling her mistress if there was some connection there.&nbsp; If I was allowed it would bear learning about if only to protect myself from further abuse or at least anticipate when it might happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 08:37:56</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Fairmont Monte Carlo and arriving at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair, Dr. Okello Okanjo; his slave Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media.g4tv.com/images/blog/2007/05/25/633156860667844093.jpg)</div><br>Master had been so, so good to me all day.&nbsp; I had taken my punishment and then we were reunited and all was good.&nbsp; It was a fairy tale ending with my loving Darius as the handsome prince and I... I was the slutty and horny fairy princess.&nbsp; My life had been a dream, a dark dream until that day that Darius came and took me out of darkness with a kiss.&nbsp; Today had been a wonderful romp and then I got to dress up in our favorite Princess Leia outfit right down to the golden chain.<br><br>We met with another master, a stern and dark man who did not seem as kind as my Darius.&nbsp; Still, his slave girl was beautiful and passionate but distant.&nbsp; I could smell her heat though and like a good little bitch I wagged my tail and whined until both masters let me play with her.&nbsp; She had wonderfully firm and soft tits, so much larger than mine and I played with them and sniffed her ass.&nbsp; She didn't like it but I knew she was just playing for what slave doesn't want to perform for her master?&nbsp; Finally her master gave her the most loving jerk of her chain and choked her to keep her still.&nbsp; <br><br>I played more with her but suddenly stopped and gasped.&nbsp; She was that pop start that I loved, Paulette... oh... yes, Saint-Simon.&nbsp; I loved her songs although Darius said they were shallow and sentimental.&nbsp; I started to babble my love for her and her music but she tried to quiet me.&nbsp; I was wiggling and barking with joy about meeting my idol and finally she gave in to her animal instincts and kissed me.&nbsp; We wrestled together in joy and I came at least once in the arms of my rock star.&nbsp; I think she was excited because I could smell and taste her honey.<br><br>Finally the masters broke us up and we traveled to the yacht in a pony carriage.&nbsp; I loved carriages and the idea of riding.&nbsp; The other master, some doctor or other I really didn't care was talking about his slave cruelly to Darius and even speaking of other women in front of her.&nbsp; I could tell the poor dear was jealous even if no one else could and only master's stroking hand kept me from cuddling with the heart broken girl.&nbsp; Finally as we came up the top of the hill and to the flats did we pick up speed.&nbsp; I jerked on my chain and stuck my head out the side of the carriage, sniffing and sticking my tongue out like a real dog while I waggled my cute ass in both master's faces.&nbsp; I loved play acting and I loved showing off!&nbsp; Master was happy and so way I.<br><br>At the docks I almost peed again in excitement as I saw the boats and the water.&nbsp; I hopped up and down with excitement as Darius let me stand.&nbsp; He held my hand and suddenly I was in heaven.&nbsp; I skipped for real and danced around Darius, kissing him until he held my hand more tightly and told me to stay quiet for a while.<br><br>On the boat we met the most gorgeous blond named Darya.&nbsp; She was totally delicious and I wanted to eat her out immediately.&nbsp; I could see that Darius was excited by my reaction and did not care about the blond.&nbsp; I smiled at him and let him know that I liked her even as I imagined what it would be like for a threesome with the two blond girls and myself.&nbsp; Leaning against Darius I whispered in his ear.&nbsp; "She is delicious master.&nbsp; Please arrange for me to go to her and the Paulette and we can have a threesome.&nbsp; It would be yummy and you can lick all the girl cum off of my face after I give them joy."<br><br>Other masters, mistresses and slaves came aboard and I was lost watching them.&nbsp; I cringed though when master snapped his fingers for a drink.&nbsp; I kissed him in apology and saunter off with a saucy, naughty flip of my hips that I knew he could not resist.&nbsp; I found two glasses of chilled champagne and with a naughty thought I brought luscious, ripe strawberries back with me.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving up quietly behind master I stood and watched him.&nbsp; I loved to watch him when he did not see me or pretended not to see me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 01:15:54</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's Yacht, the Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darius Fair, Daryana Lysina<br><br>James arrived at the docks after taking a carriage after he received an invitation from Darya Lysina. He remembered the Russian woman all right, since he did one time play a hand in performing some minor surgery on her slave Valentina a few weeks ago. He didn't think it was that big of a deal of course, but he supposed he could live with it as he rarely gets a chance of attending these parties... even though it still made him feel slightly uncomfortable.<br><br><br>Stepping onto the yacht, he immediately spotted Darya and Valentina, as well as a young man with a Japanese slave. He hadn't known of the man personally but he had heard of him before... Darius Fair... heir of the Fairmont Hotel empire. He then approached them and then bowed to the blond. <br>"<strong>dobryj vyechyer!</strong> It is good to see you again, Miss Lysina... I do hope that Valentina's injury a few weeks ago didn't leave any scars after I stitched them up? Thank you for inviting me to this party of yours... I am honored to be invited by you."<br><br>He then spotted Dr Okanjo on the corner of his eye and gave his fellow medical practicioner a nod, and spotted the blonde with him that was his slave. He saw her abused by Okanjo that day near the cafe, but while he was uncomfortable with it, that wasn't his business what his fellow did with his slave. He then turned to the young man with the young Japanese slave and said. "And may I say it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Mr Fair... it is an honor to meet the young man who will one day own the Fairmont chain of hotels. And may I say that your companion is lovely as well... you are a Star Wars fan I must say. That is indeed a good Princess Leia costume from Return of the Jedi I believe?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 08:07:59</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Fairmont Monte Carlo and arriving at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair, Dr. Okello Okanjo; his slave Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; James Sutherling<br><br>Kumiko giggled and clung possessively to Darius' arm as she handed him a glass of champagne.&nbsp; She loved being the center of attention and making her Darius proud.&nbsp; There was nothing more important than his friends and associates knowing that he was the wonderful man that she knew so well. <strong> "Oh yes Master, I love to play roles and costumes."</strong> She stepped away and whiled showing off her finely toned flanks and glorious light brown skin.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you a fan of Star Wars Master?&nbsp; If my Master allows I can as well dance the one that the alien slave girl performed." </strong> She giggled happily again; <strong>"I hope that I am more pleasing and am not thrown to the monster."<br></strong><br>Now she prattled; <strong>"Of all the slave girls in stories and movies I found that Princess Leia was the most charming.&nbsp; Oh how I wish that she had stayed as a slave for the rest of the movies.&nbsp; Han Solo would have made such a perfect master for her although not as perfect as my own master Darius."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 20:11:27</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, and all her party guests<br><br><strong>“MMM!!! MMM!!! OWW!!!”</strong> I sobbed, very loud! My Darya, she keeped hitting my soft bottom, with her hand, and her pretty riding crop. Every slap, it stinged, very painful! Her finger nails, they scraped my pale skin, raw and red. Oh the hurts, they felt so good, to me! They maked me so wet, for her.<br><br>I gasped, with suprises! When Darya pushed the head, of her pretty glass cock, into my naughty slit. The dildo, it was much more big, and thick, than I thought! She shoved it hard, and deep, into my dirty slut cunt. And then, she beginned thrusting herself, very fast, in and out, of me! It felt amazing, so good! Even though, it hurted, the thick dildo streched my pussy tight. I sobbed, and felt my eyes water, with pain.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya smacked me more, with the whip, while she fucked me the doggy style. And her words, to me, they almost hurted as much, as her whip, and her big glass cock. She called me worth less fuck trash, pathetic, and embarasing. She called me, a pretty cunt, too stupid for any thing, but fucking. My cheeks growed red, with embarasments. But, every&nbsp; thing Darya called me, it maked the delicious heat, burn between my legs. The bed room, it filled with beautiful sounds, of Darya’s slaps, and my cries, and wet sloppy thrusts, into my cunt.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya grabbed my hair, she shoved my face, into a pillow. I choked, and screamed, use less! I growed scared, my chest burned, I couldn’t breath! I felt dizzy, with the black spots, they danced, in front of my eyes. And then, Darya grabbed my hair, again, she whispered in my ear.<br>&nbsp;<br><em> "Prepare for the load Myshka," I whispered and kissed her.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Her soft kiss, on my cheek, it was perfect. It maked my body tingle, with naughty delights. And then, I felt her shove the dildo, deep into me. Thick cream, it blasted, into my pussy, and my womb. There was so much, it filled me, and leaked out of me! My eyes growed huge, it felt very strange. No man ever fucked me, before. So I never felt any thing, like that, before! It sloshed in side me, dripping, and messy. Darya leaved the dildo, in side me, for a while. And then, she pulled&nbsp; out, of me, her spend poured on to the bed sheets, from my poor abused pussy.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>“Спасибо, хозяйка, я люблю, когда вы мне больно,”</strong>* I whispered, very soft, to my Darya. Big tears, they runned down my face. But, I smiled, very big too. I knowed my Darya, she could do what ever she wanted, to me. And, I would love it, even if she hurted me lots, or humilated me. I knowed, even though I was her slave? I falled in love, with her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya taked my hand, she leaded me in to her giant shower, with the glass doors. I soaped, and washed her. I kissed her pretty breasts, and sucked on her nipples, when she letted me. I didn’t get cumming, yet? But, I didn’t ask, for that. I knowed my Darya, she may be wanted me cumming very loud, and hard, for her guests.<br>&nbsp;<br>My Darya, she ordered me, for cleaning the dildo. I used my slut mouth, , for that. I putted my lips around the glass shaft, very slow, and slided my tongue, around it, with loud slurps. Thick creamy liquid, it dripped, from the dildo. It tasted very sweet, I didn’t know what it might be? But, I maked sure I swallowed, all of it. Darya, she watched me clean the dildo. She loved watching me suck the cocks, I wondered how many, I might suck, at her party.<br>&nbsp;<br>I dryed her, when we finnished, very gentle, with soft towels. And I helped her, for putting on her sexy black lingerie, and gown.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pointed at my out fit, a beautiful white lace bra, and panties, so tiny! I put them on, very excited. I tied my long black hair, into the pony tails. And then I putted on, my opera gloves.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>“You’re beautiful,”</strong> I said, to my Darya, when she kissed me. <strong>“I do what ever, you want, for making your party perfect.”</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>I followed my Darya, to the sun deck. I walked stiff, a little, I still hurted from the wonderful nasty fuck Darya gived me. The breaze, from the water, it felt lovely on my skin. I also felt the burning, on my bottom, and my thighs. I looked down, at my legs. And I saw, long pretty red welts, they looked bright, on my pale skin, and next to my little white thong.<br>&nbsp;<br>Some of Darya’s guests, they beginned their arriving. I smiled, very nervous, I didn’t say any thing. My gloved hands, they figeted, I didn’t know what needed saying, to them. And I didn’t want making embarasments, for my Darya. So I stayed quiet, and I watched some of them, while they watched my body. I wondered, which ones Darya would let being, with me? And what they might do, to me, too!<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<hr> <strong><br>*“Thank you, mistress, I love, when you hurt me.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 02:30:34</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's Yacht, the Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darius Fair, Darya Lysina, Valentina Khorkina, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br>As he waited for Darius and Darya to reply to his words, he turned to Darius's slave in the Princess Leia costume and said. "Well I suppose you can call me a Star Wars fan, I suppose... but I do agree. Jabba was really a fool for throwing that slave dancer to the rancor I think... but am I am sure that you can dance better than that, my dear. That of course if your honored Master would allow it, wouldn't you say... Mr. Fair? After all, I don't want to be accused of doing something inappropriate without the permission from you."<br><br>He then turned back to the slave girl. "And as to what I think... I suppose Han Solo would really make a good master to Princess Leia... that would really make an interesting relationship between the two of them." He said with a smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 01:49:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium &gt; Rayn's Home &gt; The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie. Darya &amp; Valentia. Callie &amp; Nonami.<br><br>Rayn sent a text to Linda, "I'm going to a yacht party tonight. Why don't you come as my plus one. We'll talk business there. Come to marina 16." climbed into the seat of his car, leaning across to gently stroke his daughter's hair. He smiled softly to her, placing a kiss on her forhead, before he pulled out of the garage. He drove back to his home on the sea front, it was time to get himself and Rosalie ready for the evening ahead. It had been a few weeks since he had been to a really good party, and was thoroughly looking forward to it. However, this didn't stop him breaking harshly at every traffic light and tight bend with that disobedient cunt in the boot of his car, it felt slightly cathartic after the way she had embarrassed him.<br><br>He pulled up at his home and led Rosalie inside, leaving the other girl in the car. <em>Let the whore learn her lesson.</em> He thought to himself. His home (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQETqx2G4Ubu-7iHuKbugSgtAi-3vcUbmBQXOhicP8z677tTGHYow) was on the beach front, near the border with France, slightly out of the way of the main attractions. Rayn liked it that way, it was a little area of peace away from the bustling city, although nowhere was truly out of the way in a place as small as Monaco. He walked through the living room (http://www.modernhomesworldwide.com/properties/539/images/1.jpg) and they both climbed the stairs to their shared bedroom (http://www.archimodes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Contemporary-Bedroom-Design-Idea-588x389.jpg).&nbsp; Rayn opened the door to their walk in wardrobe. three quarters of it was assigned to his various suits, shirts, trousers and other clothing, as well as a rack of well polished shoes he had Rosalie regularly care for. He was something of a collector of fine tailoring, he enjoyed the clean pressed lines of a beautiful suit as much as he did his modernist home. <br><br>The other quarter was given over to Rosalie's things, small dresses and sets of underwear, belts, collars and leashes and other accessories Rayn gave her for going out in. He would usually choose her clothing, but would on occasion let her select something for herself. It brought a smile to his face watching her fuss for what seemed like an age on her choice, trying to decide what would make her daddy happy. He hoped it made her feel something more like a free girl, or at least special. He took a box down he had kept on the top shelf above his shirts, trusting her not to go through his things. It was a gift for her. "I've been saving this for a special occasion, and as you made you daddy so proud today, I can't think of a better way to reward you." He smiled to her, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "You did really well." He handed her the box, inside was a &nbsp;new outfit (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/img/pb/823/446/475/475446823_782.jpg) for her. It was a mix of the alluring and the mysterious. His favourite tailor back in Cairo had made it, and when he was emailed a photo he just had to own it. <br><br>He couldn't help but grin when he saw his pet's face light up as she touched to soft lace. "Go put it on in the bathroom. I want you waiting on the bed for daddy in five minutes." He watched her scamper off as he stepped into the wardrobe and closed the door behind him. He took a few minutes to decide, eventually choosing a muted shirt, dark trousers and blue cufflinks. (http://dressedtoat.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/jhilburnshirt11.jpg?w=490) He checked himself over in the full length mirror on the back of the door, and when he emerged he saw the beautiful eyes of his daughter in her new dress. He couldn't help but eye her hungrily. "You look beautiful princess." He approached her, lifting her veil and giving her a soft kiss, before taking her hand. "I'm sure you're going to make a fine impression on our host tonight." He kept the chastity belt on her as he had done for the week previous, perhaps if she was good he might pleasure her in front of the others. He knew how to occasionally shy girl did love to be the center of attention when she could.<br><br>They went back out to the car as the sun was setting, and set off to the Galaxy. Rayn parked in the Marina, popping the trunk of his car, dragging out the whimpering girl who was stored there. He kept a tight grip of her hair as he growled at her. "Now, you are going to be on your best behavior aren't you... If you dare to embarrass me in front of these people, I will keep you just for the purpose of torturing you daily. I hope I make myself very clear...You're collars set to 0...Don't go anywhere now." He pushed her head down to his boot. "Kiss it" He growled, and smiled as he watched the girl abject herself. He was soon met by another car from the emperium, carrying Callie Shaw. He thanked the driver, paying him a tip and collecting her leash. She was nude, as was Nonami. with the exception of the collar and leash both were sold with.&nbsp; "Crawl." He took both of their leashes in his right hand as they crawled behind him, and took rosalie's hand in his left, bidding her to walk beside him.<br><br>He boarded the ferry leaving towards Darya's yacht, making idle chit chat with some of the people who were also traveling to the party. When he reached The Galaxy he couldn't help himself be slightly awed. Even his own boat was considerable smaller than this. He saw his beautiful Host who he had met earlier that day with Kaelyn. He smiled as he approached her, taking her hand and giving it a small peck. "I'm so sorry I didn't get to introduce myself earlier. I'm Rayn Assad, and this is my lovely daughter Rosalie Assad." He said as he was greeted by her, not bothering to mention his other two purchases. "Me and Kaelyn have been good friends for years, how do you know her?" <br><br>He deemed to test the red head tonight, why not while he had her, and perhaps offer up the Japanese girl for the guests amusements. "I am looking after these two cunts for clients. Is there somewhere I could leave them for the evening? I'm sure your other guests would be most amused by them. Particularly the Japanese girl, sadly she needs a lesson in discipline."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 02:14:15</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Fairmont Monte Carlo and arriving at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair, Dr. Okello Okanjo; his slave Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; James Sutherling<br><br>Kumiko hooked her arm around Darius' as she chatted with master James.&nbsp; She wanted to make it completely clear that she was with her master Darius and completely under his control.&nbsp; Still, it was fun to chatter about movies and play acting and imagination.&nbsp; "Oh... I know I can dance better than that blue girl in Star Wars."&nbsp; At the suggestion that she danced in front of master Darius and master James and maybe other masters and mistresses, Kumiko tugged Darius' arm and kissed his neck;&nbsp; "Oh Master, will you allow me to dance for you and your friends? I will make you proud to own a slave who can do such a beautiful, sexy dance."<br><br>She clung onto Darius as James continued.&nbsp; "Ohhh... I wish I could have been Princess Leia she was captured by Darth Vader her father.&nbsp; Ohhhh...&nbsp; I'm sure he was well endowed.&nbsp; Do you think that he took advantage of her?&nbsp; She had such a good session with pain and I am sure pleasure in the cell block before she was rescued.&nbsp; I am sure Han could have been a firm master.&nbsp; Maybe he would give her to the Wookie if she was bad...&nbsp; Ohhh!&nbsp; I would be bad just for that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:31:39</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Emerium &gt; Rayn's trunk &gt; The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad and Callie Shaw<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 0<br><br>Nonami first felt claustrophobic after the trunk slammed shut atop her, she had curled as tightly as she could into a naked fetal position in fear of some part of her body being caught between the trunk door and car chassis, but now wanted nothing more than to stretch out in all directions and relax in the comfort of open air. She had never actually thought of how small it was inside a trunk, but she had never thought she might be riding like a piece of cargo in one before either. She frantically stretched out as far as she could contained within the confined space, but found she wasn't going to be moving around much, her legs were most certainly pinned where they were preventing her from turning to far in either direction at the waist. She panted from the anxiety of being locked in here to be removed only at this horrid man's disposal and not a moment before. For a moment she really felt as things couldn't get worse.<br><br>Her assessment was made too soon however, she soon found every time the vehicle slowed or stopped or turned she bumped some part of her body against the walls of the tiny space. The number of aches and pains quickly mounted and her anxious pant turned to panicked gasps and sobs. With tears streaming down her face she was not so far lost to distress to not know he could drive more smoothly she knew he was doing this to her on purpose. This was just in line with everything she knew about the misogynistic bastard, but her anger soon turned to despair as it sank in how powerless she was.<br><br>She felt no relief once she felt the hum of the engine die when he had parked his vehicle. Now he would open the trunk yank her out by her hair and do some terrible painful thing to her, she knew this man only thought of women as objects and she was most certainly disposable. She regretted speaking the truth so loudly before as she curled up defensively into a ball ready for the moment when the trunk flew open and he carried out his further tortures for her. She held the position as tightly as she could for what felt like an eternity before breaking with it simply from becoming too tired to hold the position any longer. She waited another moment before deciding he must not be coming at all, that maybe he forgot about her that maybe he was leaving her here until later to execute his devious plan. She felt a moments respite and relaxed grateful for the opportunity to rest from her ordeal, or at least before her next ordeal.<br><br>Her next ordeal came sooner than she expected however as she found her momentary refuge turned prison once again as the temperature rose within the trunk. Sweat collected in droplets across her naked skin as she tried frantically to stretch as far as she could within the narrow confines of the trunk. Her relieved panting from a moment before became more heavy once again as she began to fear she may be baked alive all the while knowing her owner cared nothing for her safety and well being.<br><br>Her worst fears were confirmed as the engine came to life once more, her owner having not even checked on her before taking off in the vehicle again. He had decided to allow her to die in here, she was never coming out alive, she had insulted him and now he was having his revenge. Unable to see in the dark she could only imagine the bruises she must have had across her body now from the first ride in the trunk, now she knew she was going to die in here a beaten bloody mess. She braced herself for what she knew was coming and what soon was confirmed. There was no panicked heaving of breath this time, no terrified horrendous imaginings of what was to come, just silent resigned sobs.<br><br>When the engine halted again she did nothing, she merely listened as the doors open and shut, as her owner and the subservient one walked, walked away to leave her here to die. Then she heard the clicks of the key fitting into the trunk lock, clicks of the key turning and light blinded her completely. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could, any light at all being painful after being locked in the dark trunk for so long. He reeled her out by her hair, though she would have literally leaped from the trunk only a half second later. He threatened her and then threw her by his shoe and commanded her to kiss it. He could easily shove her back in the trunk and forget about her at any moment so she complied. Humiliating herself she kissed his shoe while her eyes peered upward to gage whether or not he would shove her back in the trunk.<br><br>Nonami sat quietly on the barge to the yacht, it was her first chance to check her body for the bruises she knew she had most certainly accrued in the trunk, she found she had none, <em>luckily</em> she thought, though she was no less sore for it. She was one of the few, freeperson and slave alike, not standing. Nonami turned to her owner's other slave, the redhead, and peered deeply into to her eyes to try to discern if the woman had any feelings similar to her own. This redhead was the only person in the world alike to Nonami at this moment, all the other slaves were allowed to stand and had been offered party clothes. This other woman was the only other person in the world Nonami knew subject to the same abasement as her.<br><br>Nonami soon learned she may not be left to find solace in the redhead girls common trials however, her owner readily offered her to the others for discipline, as if she was not already sore enough. The buxom slave simply looked around at the feet of the freepersons who may soon be to punish her, afraid to look into their eyes lest they felt so encouraged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 02:21:43</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/JamesAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">JAMES SUTHERLING</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's Yacht, the Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darius Fair, Darya Lysina, Valentina Khorkina, Kumiko Sakamoto, Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigami<br><br>James chuckled as the girl prattled on about Star Wars and roleplay.She seems to have quite a healthy imagination and it was really amusing and refreshing to meet a girl like this. He then said to her. "I am sure you will, my dear.... and I think your Master knows that as well... and you do have an active imagination I say... I never would have thought of things that way between Darth Vader and Princess Leia... and while I am sure that Han would punish Leia... giving her to Chewie seems a bit extreme don't you think?"<br><br>He then noticed the new arrival and recalled who it was. They met briefly at the cafe a few days earlier when he was with Adrian. It seems that the lovely lady he saw earlier was there as well... and there were two others with him as well. A busty redhead, and another Japanese girl that seems... fearful. A tinge of sympathy tugged at his heart for her and as he heard Assad speak, he was thinking that he wanted to buy the girl... just to spare her the pain of being punished by others. He then smiled at the middle-eastern man and said. "Good evening, Mr Assad... and to you as well Miss Rosalie. It is good to meet you again... I sure you recall meeting me with Mr Dumont a few days ago at the Maya Bar and Cafe? My name is James Sutherling... and who are the two lovely girls that are with you this day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 05:46:56</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, C Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon; Darius Fair; Darius' slave&nbsp; Kumiko Sakamoto; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br><hr><br>When the champagne glass appeared in her hand Kaelyn merely raised an eyebrow at her slave, ignoring it as it crawled alongside her. The punishment would be subtle and one that little Tillie would quickly understand. As Doctor Okanjo talked, she tilted her slut’s head up, tapped its lips and gently, but quickly, poured the entire contents of the glass down its throat. When she looked back up at the doctor, he was smiling widely and looked like a smitten boy. His statements to how good it was to see her again only added to the effect and she couldn’t help but smile warmly at him in response.<br><br>He was a handsome man and she thought about how good they would look together.<br><br>"<em>As much as I love hearing you calling me 'your dear doctor,' it would please me to no end to hear you call me 'your dear Okello.'&nbsp; I do hope we can be more than just... business associates.</em> "<br><br>"<strong>I believe that would please me as well, Okello."</strong> Her voice was pure honey as she let his name roll out of her mouth. A waiter passed by and she set the champagne glass on his tray, freeing her hand so she could settle it lightly on Okello’s wrist. "<strong>And I insist that you call me Kaelyn, please."</strong><br><br>He introduced her to the boy standing next to him and she nodded, thanking him for the referrals and quickly turning away from him and back to the doctor, her displeasure at how his slave was allowed to behave clearly on her face. At his mention of her slaves she grinned, a hungry light to her smile, and patted Tillie’s head. "<strong>The other one has turned out to be a disappointment, fortunately there is no limit to the tastes of the men and women who visit <em>Richelieu’s</em>. This one, however, is exactly what I wanted. Such a sweet young thing, I hope to get many years of use out of it before I tire of it."</strong><br><br>At his mention of publicly using his slave she wrinkled her nose in distaste. "<strong>While I am flattered by your thinking of me, I personally am not one for showing myself in public. I care not about the slaves, as that is what they are for, I just don’t find it necessary to do the same with oneself."</strong> Her speech had taken a more formal tone and she hoped it would let him know how unpleasant she found such things.<br><br>"<em>The invitation still stands for you to have your way with my slave-cunt here.&nbsp; I would love to see you give it a good working over.&nbsp; Perhaps I can break in the new skinny bitch you picked up.&nbsp; I would hate to leave any of your whores unused by me, Mistress.</em>"<br><br>The suddenness of the word threw her and she blinked once as he glanced over at where her other slaves were being tied to a railing. <em>Mistress</em>. Is that all he wanted out of her? Or was it something that came naturally? Finding submissive men had become progressively harder since the laws had been put into effect and if he was one of them, even if only slightly so - well, it was certainly a lot to think about.<br><br>She looked down at his slave and imagined her little one fucking the cunt and smiled, ready to take him up on the offer of using it. Instead she was interrupted by Marie-Claire. The most surprising thing, however, was the slave hobbling behind the young woman. She greeted Marie-Claire and then pointed at her slave. "<strong>Marie-Claire, darling, is it my imagination or is that your mother?"</strong><br><br>Annalie was recognizable as someone she had socialized with and it surprised and shocked her to see the women being towed by her own daughter. She most certainly wanted to hear the story behind that.<br><br>"<strong>Marie-Claire, let me introduce you to a friend, this is Doctor Okanjo. Doctor, a dear sweet friend of mine, Marie-Claire Lisson."</strong><br><br>Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rayn arrive, gave him a small smile when he looked her way, and made a mental note to greet him later. A good crowd seemed to be gathering and she felt a swell of pride that her friend was going to get such a wonderful turn out for her first official social affair in Monaco.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 23:00:40</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Rayn's house after leaving the Emperium, soon to be on the Galaxy <br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br><br><br>Rosalie smiled and leaned into her father's tender caress. She was happy she'd made him so proud, but she was still a bit stunned at her reaction. The girl's attitude....it'd made her snap. Her daddy had only ever needed to discipline her that one time, and she always behaved for him because he'd saved her from a life of abuse. She was lucky, and showed her love and gratitude by being a delight to Rayn's eyes rather than a nuisance. She saw he'd sent a text to one of his colleagues and leaned back in the car seat. His lips to her forehead made her smile. "Thank you daddy.." she said softly as they drove on. She didn't dislike parties either, wondering if daddy might ask her to perform. She liked to practice belly dancing when permitted, and from the way her daddy reacted each time, clearly he enjoyed it as much as she did if not more. She lurched forward with each sudden stop, but she did not complain. She knew why he was doing it, and she had a feeling that the ungrateful cunt in the trunk did too.<br><br>When they arrived home she got out and went inside, knowing they had to get ready. She walked inside and almost turned her head, but again, she knew what was going on and knew better as she happily went inside and to the bedroom she and her daddy shared. Every night was heavenly, falling asleep in his arms. Sometimes if she were lucky, they would fall asleep together with his cock still buried in her pussy. Often, those mornings were quite glorious too. His home was a little paradise, just far enough away from things to give them privacy and allow them to really get away from everything while still being close enough to go out if he chose for them to do so. She watched as he walked inside the wardrobe to begin getting his attire ready. She was always excited to see what he would choose for her, and when she had the option to choose for herself she would sometimes spend more time than she had trying to decide. Fortunately, daddy was patient with her unless they were very pressed for time. Then he would usually give her a subtle hint to hurry up.<br><br>She was very loved, and it showed in the quality of the clothing and accessories that her daddy got for her. Not only did he dress himself well, but he made sure his daughter looked her very best. It would reflect poorly on him if she looked anything less than perfection, and that always made it far harder for her to choose the best outfit. But she always managed to do it, and seeing his smile always made her feel so pleased. She stood by, obediently awaiting daddy's choice when she saw him reach for then hand her a package. She looked at it, then at him as her eyes lit up. "For me? Oh daddy..." she said, opening it as he told her it was a reward for her doing such a good job at catching that whore who tried to escape. It was gorgeous, a sheer black top with bangles, and a matching two-panel skirt. It was made just for her, with elegant, subtle dots on the belt. "It's so beautiful...thank you daddy!" she said, unable to stop herself as she jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.<br><br>She didn't have to be told twice, as she darted off to put on her beautiful costume. It felt so sumptuous against her skin, the feel of it gliding across it made her shiver a little. Her daddy knew what would look and feel best on her, and also what would excite her too. She came back in, but not before doing a little twirl in front of a mirror in the hallway. She smiled, hoping he would like it on her as she walked back into their room and sat on the bed, watching her daddy coming out. He was dressed sharply as always, and always looked good to her. The look in his eyes told her that there was a strong possibility she would be moaning his name later in high decibels. "I'm glad you are pleased daddy....thank you for my present. It's so beautiful." she said, those sultry lips in a beautiful grin.<br><br>When they arrived at the party daddy had been invited too, she saw the slave from the store finally removed from the sweltering trunk. The girl was surprisingly free of bruises from the stops and starts, and looked as if any longer in there, she might very well have melted. But, she'd brought it on herself. All she had to do was behave and this wouldn't have happened to her, but she chose to make the situation for herself. She stood silently, head bowed as she saw daddy force the girl to the ground, kissing his shoe. <em>She doesn't even deserve to do that...</em>, Rosalie thought to herself, as she turned and saw the redhead again. She felt a light blush to her cheeks, Callie was quite beautiful, and she admired the vibrant hue of her hair. <em>I wonder if daddy would like me as a redhead?</em>, she thought, then smiled. She liked her hair as it was but she would change it if her daddy ever asked her to. <br><br>She walked on board with her beloved father and Callie, with Nonami forced to crawl on the ground. She stood silently, being a beautiful accessory on her daddy's arm unless spoken to. She was always quite good about being respectful and sweet. She smiled as her daddy greeted the host of the party with a charming peck to the hand. Sometimes she did feel a bit of jealousy, but she knew it was unfounded. When she was introduced, Rosalie bowed her head and then smiled with those gorgeous lips of hers. "Rosalie is very pleased to meet you and is very happy to be allowed to be here ma'am." she said, always in top form when it came to being pleasant. Her smile was genuine and soft.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 21:57:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the <em>Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>This was a strictly business venture, but there was no real reason I shouldn't enjoy myself at the same time. I wasn't in the sort of social class that was normally invited to this sort of place - hence I lived in France and moored my boat in France. Being a free woman did not automatically convey status even in this world. Rayn's text inviting me as his date was fascinating, and somewhat entertaining, especially as he knew my preference. Heck, that was why I was in the slave-running business to begin with!<br><br>I dressed demurely. Nothing I owned would compete with the classy outfits that the movers and shakers would be wearing, so I settled for a pair of Levis, a yellow men's CK shirt tied at the waist to reveal the diamond that dangled in my belly button and open at the neck, and a pair of Reeboks. I made sure my hair was stylishly messy - if you deliberately look a mess, it's fashionable, whereas if you try to look fashionable and fail, you look a mess!<br><br>Natty, I dressed in similar fashion, except her jeans consisted of the legs and waist band only and her shirt had it's back and sleeves intact, but of the front only a strip ten centimetres wide with the bottom two buttons remained. I checked that her collar was set to iot's normal public setting. I would allow her to be touched, but I was somewhat jealous of my property and she was more valuable to me as a friend and crew member than as a slave.<br><br>The slave I wanted to get rid of, I put into a leather and chain bikini (http://www.turnkeynation.com/LingerieDropship/images/12-301.jpg). A cheap costume I'd picked up at a bondage store ages ago, and that Natty had rather out-grown in terms of our relationship. A ball gag in her mouth and her elbows manacled together behind her back completed the outfit. I stood back and admired them both. "Bitch-sweetie, you look gorgeous", I told my slave, and kissed her softly on the mouth.<br><br>To get to the party I decided I would drive my over-priced little toy, a Merc SLK 200 Kompressor. The disposable bitch went into the boot of the car, into the memory foam padding. I decided I would be nice to my sexy slut and let her drive.<br><br>We pulled up on the dock and climbed out. The valet parking slave took the car once I had the red-headed slut out of it and I led them both to the shuttle boat. "You, bitch", I told the new slave. "You stay on your knees at all times." Then I smiled at Natty. "Sweetie-cunt, you take charge of the merchandise." I handed her it's leash. "Stay by me at all times and kneel when Mistress is talking to free people".<br><br>And with that I led them aboard the boat which took us across the harbour to a really swanky yacht. I actually was rather hoping to get to chat with her skipper, wondering what she would be like to drive. We arrived on board and I spotted Rayn chatting up a l;ovely young lady. Kaelyn was there too, no surprise there, along with a lot of folks I'd never seen before.<br><br>"Rayn," I called out, "Lovely to see you again, my friend!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 11:12:09</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy main deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn, Maman-cunt, Doctor Okanjo, Others at the party.<br><hr><br>I kissed Kaelyn on both cheeks as per the fashion, but knowing her own preferences coincided with mine I let my lips touch her skin, in a promise of more if she wanted it. And then she noticed mama-cunt. "Oh, yes!" I grinned proudly. I could see two possible reactions from someone like Kaelyn. Either she would find it amusing and sexy as hell, or she would think it sad that I didn't have a younger, prettier slave. I chose to influence her reaction as best I could by making it plane that I was not ashamed to have my mother as my slave. <br><br>"Maman-cunt was a birthday present from Daddy. Isn't it wonderful? All those times she tried to stop me having fun, I now get to pay back!" I grinned evilly. "Maman-Cunt, bend over and show Miss Kaelyn your sexy cunt."<br><br>I grinned as the slave did as she was told, reluctantly. "I'm still breaking her in. She's had it far too easy as daddy's property, but now she's mine and she is qickly learning to be a good slave."<br><br>I smiled at the Doctor, as I was introduced, offering him my hand in a ladylike shake. "A pleasure to meet you Doctor. Do you mind if I ask what you are a doctor of? I remember once seeing a film where someone claimed to be a doctor, and was asked "what of?" He replied, "Music". The guy who asked - I think he was a judge, asked him if he could fix a hi-fi, the doc said no, and was told to shut up!" I giggled. The idea that someone with a doctorate in music should be able to do for something that makes music what a doctor of medicine can do for the human body had amused me ever since I first saw that movie.<br><br>After Dr O replied I turned to Kaelyn again, noticing the thing by her feet. "Oh my, what a cute little slave. Is it new, dear?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 10:21:59</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong>Valentina 'Myshka' Khorkina<br><br>After most of the guests had arrived and I had greeted most of them personally I left the deck and decided to walk around a bit. One of the guests I was particularly interested in was <strong>Ryan Assad</strong>, the car salesman, and of course <strong>Dr. Okanjo</strong>. He seemed like a cruel but somehow interesting character. I had ordered most of the slaves who weren't by their master's side to be chained up to the metal rail on the decks. I wasn't sure if these ones were properly house trained and besides that, the interior of the boat was for the guests. I still wasn't fond of this slave idea and how slaves were treated but I fully realized that this audience tonight wasn't the right one to hold one of my free for all speeches for. <br><br>I found Ryan in the dining area and walked up to him. When he docked I had told him where to put his slaves and that I had to stay here a bit to welcome the guests but I would like to have a chat with him when I was done. <br><br>I was done now. <br><br>"Sorry about the rather short introduction Mr. Assad," I said as I greeted him again.<br>"I take it you found the place to put the slaves?"<br><br>What surprised me was that his daughter was his slave and that she was allowed to stand up. Because of this, I didn't tell Mishka, who was still on the leash by my side, to sit on her knees. <br>"This is my... partner, Valentina. She's been with me for almost a year after I took her from a 'foster home' in Russia. Your daughter looks lovely Mr. Assad. My compliments."<br><br>Formalities done, I waved one of the butlers over and took two glasses of wine from it and gave one to Ryan and raised my glass and took a zip.<br>"I heard you are in the car selling business, is that correct?"<br><br>Right after that, I heard a <strong>black woman</strong> call Ryan's name. She must have arrived just now as I hadn't seen her get on the boat. I waved the butler back again, whoever she was, she might want a drink as well.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 08:19:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the party at Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner as well as others at the party<br><br>I stood quietly, my face blushing furiously as I felt the stares of the others at the party on me.&nbsp; I was utterly humiliated to be in public, at a party with my peers and been so baldly enslaved by my daughter none the less.&nbsp; Still I tried to put on a proud front and stood quietly.&nbsp; At the command to bend over I glared at my bitch of a daughter but dared not refuse.&nbsp; I turned and slowly bent over, my legs slightly spread and exposing my soft, wet cunt lips nestled so invitingly between my fleshy thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 00:06:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/CallieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Callie Shaw</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitagani<br><br><hr><br>Being driven through the city, naked, was a new experience for Callie. She'd been cargo before, but industrial transport, and being delivered to a Yacht were two very different things. Being purchased, even by a man who seemed to have no intention of keeping her, had not improved her mood, though she been able to avoid displaying her revulsion at the concept.<br><br>As Callie was led out of the car, she once again came face to face with Rayn, and shortly thereafter, Rosalie and Nonami. Ordered to crawl she obliged immediately, almost happy to be avoiding scrutiny despite the abject humiliation of being forced to crawl. She could be ignored, for the most part, she thought, a benefit in a large group of people accustomed to casually investigating, and abusing the human property of others. <br><br>Callie couldn't help but catch the look that Nonami was giving her. One that, she thought, sought a kind of empathy. As much as Callie felt it, she didn't dare actually express it, except perhaps with a look of quiet sadness for her. Callie had been careful to try to avoid being disobedient and rebellious enough that she ended up in that position, and she knew Nonami would pay for what she'd done, probably many times over. To Callie, her primary concern was Rayn, hoping that her status as a commodity he would transfer, would afford her some peace, though she didn't dare test this, and so, made sure to keep up as much as human possible, to prevent her leash from becoming taut or even bothersome to hold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 00:40:42</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> her mistresses home and then the yacht<br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Linda, the slave they're trying to sell, everyone else on the yacht<br><br><br>Mistress didn't tell me what the text said that she'd received back from one of her 'business partners', but it seemed to put her in a much better mood. Once we were in the house she was getting ready for where ever we were supposed to go now. I watched her with a smile on my face as she dressed herself up. I especially loved when ever I could look at any jewelry that's on her body. I was always a little disappointed that she didn't dress in the latest fashions, or that she didn't spend thousands on my outfits, or that I couldn't constantly go to a beauticians to prepare for the latest social outing that I always imagined my Master would take me to when I was finally a fully realized slave. But by now I'd realized that I have to take what I can get, and never ever complain. <br><br>Once she was dressed I was dressed. We wearing matching outfits, how gaudy. I stood for a moment with my arms behind my back, pressing my exposed breasts out towards her with my legs spread wide, exposing my sex even more then what these pants already did. I looked good in what I was wearing, but I could have looked even better in a designer dress that fit snug against my body. But I guess I couldn't look better then my Mistress. <br><br>I helped Mistress dress the dumb cunt that we'd picked up, and was happy to see that old costume was going with her. Not that it wasn't a cute little thing, but it rubbed at my skin in uncomfortable ways and when we were out at sea, and my skin was still raw, it would burn and pain me in ways I'd never deemed possible. But at least this slave wasn't giving us too much trouble. When she stepped back I stood by the slut and then stood a little straighter. She seemed to be happy with the way she'd dressed the two of us. When she told me how good I looked I gave a small pleased smile, and nodded my head in thanks to her. Of course I looked good. I was stunning. <br><br><br>I helped Captain get the slave into the boot of the car, loving the scared expression on her face as she closed the lid on her. She let me drive, that was nice, though I would have preferred to be laying on the floor of the car, less of a chance for my hair to be ruined that way. We drove a while, and though it would have been fun to take some sharp turns, I did not want to take any chances with mistresses car, or get her upset with me for potentially messing up her 'look'. Soon enough we were pulling up to the docks and I quickly got out of the car before the little valet girls could get to us. If I had been in my heels I would have made a show of my legs as I got out, but since I was in flats, I pranced around the car, head held high and opened her door. A girl or two stared at me, my back was perfectly straight, my spine alined and my chin held high as I helped her step out of the car. Once captain was out we got the stupid read head as well. I listened to my Mistresses instructions and nodded my head. They were simple enough. Kneel when she was talking, and keep the slave from embarrassing us. I could do that. I would be acting my best in fact. It was moments like these that I longed for, to be apart of this high life society. <br><br>The boat was lovely that we were being ferried to. Bigger then ours of course, I wondered how it did out on open waters. We stepped aboard and I looked around, taking in my surroundings. <em>This was where I should have ended up in life</em>... That thought made me tighten my grip on the slut beside me... Was this where she was going to be put? Among the rich and fabulous? I suddenly felt a swell of jealousy but I kept that angry look from my calm features, anger did not suite a slave girls face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 07:12:38</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie. Darya &amp; Valentia. Callie &amp; Nonami. Linda<br><hr><br>Rayn waved quickly to Linda seeing her dressed in her casual attire as she always was. "A business partner" He said to Darya as the walked inside. "She never does enjoy dressing up." He took Callie and Nonami with him as he stepped inside, they were both worth far too much to be left out on the deck of a ship. Rayn and Darya walked as they spoke, taking a seat in the comfort of the observation lounge on The Galaxy, not wanting to separate her too far from her guests. "This is a beautiful ship you have Miss Lysina". <br><br>He waved over a waiter and took two glasses of champagne, handing one to Rosalie, who he allowed to curl up in his lap as he and Darya talked, he had no interest in formalities tonight; regardless, Darya seemed the type to be lenient with her girls. Nonami and Callie were situated at either of his feet. Rayn smiled when he complimented Rosalie, softly petting her hair. "Yes, you'll always find her at my side."<br><br>Rayn laughed when Darya inquired about his work. "Oh no! I'm just a collector." He nodded, "I’m a great admirer of old cars, aren’t you?” As he spoke his fingers twirled through the veiled girls hair. “I can’t help but enjoy the handcrafted care in them; brings to mind images of the days of smoke filled draft rooms and men pouring over hand drawn designs they put their heart and soul into, don’t you think?”<br><br>He looked down at the two girls by his feet. “I’m actually a slave broker by trade. I buy and sell slaves that people request.” He pointed to Callie. “This one for example is for my newest client.” He smiled “Natural red head… Isn’t it funny the rarer a trait is, the more people seem to value it? Some people call my work evil, but I think if I can make lots of happy…<em>couples</em>…like you and your partner, then all might be a bit happier, slave and master. People will be bought or sold regardless...why not smooth the event."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 21:14:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani, Darya Lysina<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br><br><br>Rosalie saw her daddy raise his hand to wave. Linda always made her nervous, she couldn't explain it. She was always polite around her, but would always inch closer to Rayn out of fear. She'd heard things that were less than pleasant, and always counted her lucky stars that she had a lover who treated her very well. She never took it for granted and never, ever misbehaved in her presence (not that she was prone to misbehavior normally anyway). She snapped back to the present, having kept up and stay beside her daddy.<br><br>She smiled brightly when he handed her the glass of champagne. "Rosalie thanks you daddy!" she said, smiling happily as she snuggled against him. She always enjoyed it best when she could stay in his lap where she felt warmest and safest. She would always be soothed by his strong heart beat, letting her thoughts wander towards things that could happen later as she nuzzled the muscular chest beneath a few layers of fabric. When mistress Darya complimented her, she smiled and sat up. "Rosalie is very grateful for your compliment. Miss Darya looks very lovely and Rosalie is very happy to be allowed to be here tonight." she said, bowing her head respectfully as she was taught.<br><br>She melted back against Rayn after she was permitted to after expressing her gratitude when his fingers twirled through her hair. She smiled as he spoke of collecting cars. <br><br>Her daddy had a marvelous way with words. He wasn't just selling slaves, he was trying to actually make happy matches. Women were now subjugated, it was better to make it as smooth and pleasant as possible. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to be free, but she was happy with the way things were. She had no reason not to be.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 14:06:47</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br>Location: The Galaxy, at the piano<br>With: intermittently, everyone else at the party<br><br>Mati's fingers danced lightly over the keys.&nbsp; He'd never been this kind of pianist before – the man in the background in the bow tie, playing songs people half-remembered and quarter-heard amid their conversations – but just this once he enjoyed it.&nbsp; He was good at playing by ear.&nbsp; He was enjoying himself with private musical jokes: playing old Smiths' songs as if they were romantic ballads, a slowed-down Iron Maiden song like a torch song.<br><br>Nobody seemed to notice.&nbsp; He was watching out for people who noticed.&nbsp; Especially the slaves.&nbsp; But he hadn't spotted any of them noticing the music.<br><br>Of course, the slaves had to be ever-alert to the wishes of their mistresses and masters.&nbsp; He liked the display of slave flesh: that still-handsome one over there who seemed to hate being humiliated by her daughter-mistress, for instance, that pretty redhead who looked so lost.&nbsp; But it didn't bring out the lust in him.&nbsp; For that there would need to be welts, scars.<br><br>No matter.&nbsp; The rich were the same the world over: displaying their wealth through their possessions.&nbsp; Back in Miami he'd partied on boats like this, with his beloved Trixie, but they'd only gone through the motions of this kind of exhibitionism.&nbsp; Hers had been an enslavement of a different kind: his musician slave, his pain slut.&nbsp; How would he ever find someone to replace her?<br><br>Time to allow himself his first drink.&nbsp; In his head he heard the lyrics of the Jarvis Cocker song he was playing, that nice satire on people like this getting down and dirty (I want to live with common people, want to do whatever common people do), finished with a flourish, and decided to go out on deck.&nbsp; He'd caress some of the slave flesh tied up out there, listen to hear if any of them were singing – slaves sometimes hid all their talents but their sexual ones – while he got some champagne into his system. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 19:31:35</strong>
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				(http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u639/xfallenfeatherx/Chun%20Jiao/miko7-avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Chun Jiao</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa then Galaxy Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Darya Lysina, Nonami Kitagani, Callie Shaw, and everyone else. <br><hr><br>The flight had been excruciatingly long. It took 18 hours to get to Monte Carlo. First there was a 13 hour overnight flight from Hong Kong to Paris. Once there, there was a two hour layover before an hour and a half flight to Nice. Finally there was an hour layover before a short helicopter ride to Monte Carlo. It didn’t help that on the long flight, a small child sat behind her, constantly kicking the seat. The tall man to her right smelled as if he hadn’t showered in days. The older woman to her left in the aisle seat fell asleep immediately upon take off and stayed asleep the whole flight. Unfortunately, that meant Chun was stuck in her seat the whole 13 hours.&nbsp; No matter. Instead of complaining, Chun whipped out her laptop and worked the whole time.<br><br>Of course, all of this trouble could have been avoided if she had taken the company’s private jet. The directors had argued that the ride would be a lot more comfortable and faster, not to mention she wouldn’t have to wait for the layovers. But Chun insisted on taking a commercial airline. Then they complained about her sweat pants and sweatshirt, saying she wouldn’t have to wear such poor and low-class clothes. She argued that it was comfortable in what she was wearing. Then they wanted her to fly first class, but she fussed that it wouldn’t get her there any faster so she was taking coach.<br><br>It took a while, but the board gave up, knowing that she would never give in on this matter. And so, Chun was arriving in Monte Carlo 18 hours later after a midnight flight. There was no way that if someone looked at her, after such a flight, that they would guess she was a billionaire. The closest one would guess would be a worn out housewife.<br><br>After gathering her luggage, Chun waved down a regular taxi. The driver looked at her with a raised eyebrow after seeing she wore no collar and was alone. A free woman wearing such run-down clothes was shocking. Even so, the man took her one large suitcase and one carry on and put them way. However, when he reached for the laptop case, Chun held it closer to herself as if it were a lifeline. Seeing her desperate look, the driver didn’t try again and opened the door for her. With her laptop still clutched in her arms, Chun scooted in to the back seat. When she told the driver the address, he looked back at her incredulously, double checking to make sure he had heard right. With a nod from Chun, the man shrugged and started to drive.<br><br>The neighborhood got richer and the houses got bigger until the streets were lined with mansions and villas. The villa that was Chun’s destination was surrounded with terra cotta walls and an iron gate. Pulling up to the gate, the speaker on the side spoke. “<strong>We have been expecting you Miss Jiao. Welcome,</strong> said a woman’s pretty voice as the gate opened. Another short drive later and the taxi pulled up to a gorgeous villa made of red terra cotta stone based off the Pueblo Indians of America.<br><br>In front of the large wooden double doors stood four people, three women and one man. One of the women and the man stood in front while the other two, younger women stood behind them, flanking them on either side. The older man had salt and pepper hair and a strong face. He seemed tall even to Chun. He wore a butler’s outfit (http://www.hellocosplay.com/images/black-butler-sebastian-michaelis-costume-3.jpg) and kind smile. The older woman had wavy blonde with large breasts. She had a maid uniform (http://image.cosplayfu.com/b/Japanese-Maid-Uniform-(Hinako).jpg) on and was bowing. The other two women had slightly different maid uniforms (http://image.cosplayfu.com/b/Japanese-Maid-Uniform-(Wakaba).jpg) and were bowing even lower. All three women wore slave collars.<br><br>As the taxi pulled up, the man came forward and opened the door for Chun. As the Chinese girl slid out of the cab, all four bowed to her in an Oriental fashion. The cab driver pulled out the suitcases and the two other women rushed to claim them. The butler gave the cab driver a large bill, to which he bowed his head and said thank you repeatedly before driving off.&nbsp; The man then turned to Chun and reached for the laptop case. When the girl brought it closer to herself, he smiled, dropped his hands, and bowed. The older woman gestured for Chun to follow. Walking behind her, Chun felt like she was in this exquisite woman’s shadow.<br><br>The entrance of the villa was enormous, with a grand staircase leading to the second floor on the left. The other two girls and man had disappeared as the woman led Chun up the stair case. The woman explained the grounds of the villa to Chun. Her name was Miya and she was the head maid in the household. She reassured Chun that her suitcases and clothes would be returned to her once they were steamed and ironed. Chun tried to scowl, but was too entranced by this woman’s bell-like voice. <br><br>Chun was led down the hall to a ginormous bedroom. Her entire apartment cold fit in this one room. Off to one side was an open set of doors where Chun could see an office. On the opposite side was another door, which Chun assumed led to the bathroom.<br><br>“<strong>Please feel free to freshen up. I am sure it will help you feel refreshed,</strong>” the woman explained, opening the door to reveal a large bathroom, “<strong>There are soaps and shampoos as well as towels and bathrobes available. Your clothes will be ready by the time you are finished.</strong>” Chun simply nodded as the woman bowed and made her leave, closing the door behind her.<br><br>A nice hot shower sounded splendid at the moment. Once refreshed, she would be able to work with a clear mind. Giving herself an affirmative nod, Chun finally let go of her laptop case to place it near the bed. The bathroom was extremely large, with both a shower and a Jacuzzi tub. Chun opted for the shower, deciding that a quick, hot one would wake her up after the long flight. Turning the water up hot, Chun waited until it was steaming before stepping in.<br><br>The hot water felt nice on her sore muscles, relaxing them immediately. It felt nice. She could feel herself start to feel rejuvenated and refreshed. As she washed her hair and body with shampoo and body wash that probably cost too much than what she would spend. What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, right? And so, she took a long, steaming shower with expensive things.<br><br>Once she turned off the water, she reached for a towel to find it soft and warm from a heated tower rack. Even she owned a cheap tower warmer: one of the few luxuries she allowed herself. Quickly tower drying her hair, she found a warm bathrobe and went to the bedroom to find some sweat pants to wear. Instead, her suitcases still weren’t there. With a frown, Chun noticed a box on the bed with a note on top. Picking up the note, she sat on the bed and read it:<br><br>*<em>My dear Chun, hope you are enjoying your vacation so far. I figured you plan on staying in the villa and working the whole time. If I let that happen, there wouldn’t be a point to sending you there. Instead of letting you work, all computers have been removed and the internet shut off. Your laptop has also been taken away. Don’t try looking for it, everyone has been instructed to not give in to your demands. You will get your things back when you attend some events I want you to go to. The first is a party. An acquaintance of mine is there and is expecting you. If you don’t show up, he will let me know and you’ll never get your things back. Inside the box are the clothes I want you to wear since yours have been taken. Lots of love, Zhang Chao.</em><br><br>In the middle of reading the letter, Chun started to panic. She looked for her laptop and couldn’t find it. In the office, the only remains were the cords the computers had been attached to. Chun tried to call someone, but no one came. The girl finished reading the note for a better explanation. Finding none, she opened the box. Inside, Chun found a beautiful black Chinese styled silk dress (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUg6BLsnofs/TGHgUnFrXOI/AAAAAAAAACs/PNDJmzbGAN4/s1600/steve-Hwang+Mi+Hee+Chinese+Dress+11.jpg) as well as some heels (http://www.simplydresses.com/popups/biggerimage.cfm?cataId=PS&amp;productid=559801&amp;imgindex=1) that she’d probably kill herself on. Underneath was a pair of underwear and bra (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V346293.jpg) that Chun thought only supermodels wore. She couldn’t even figure out which way the panties were supposed to be put on. Chun finally noticed a note at the bottom of the box. <br><br><em>I am sure this is a surprise to you, but you will eventually thank me. The girls will help you dress and do your hair and makeup. If you protest, I suppose you can just go naked.”</em><br><br>As soon as she was done reading, the two girls from earlier came in with a bow. Chun scowled but let them dress her. She knew if she tried to argue, Zhang would carry out his threat. They put on her bra and panties, adjusting the bra so it fit nicely. When Chun attempted to fix the back strap of the v-string, she was reprimanded so she left it alone. Instead, she shifted uncomfortably. Once the dress was on, one girl worked on her hair while the other did the makeup. Drying and straightening her hair, it was put up in a &nbsp;messy bun (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ghrdvQDw1qlmygxo1_500.jpg) with a single chopstick. (http://forevertulip.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/my_chopstick_bun.jpg) Her makeup (http://diaryofastyleaddict.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54fbf1d128833010536661da6970c-800wi) consisted of bright red lips and black eye makeup.<br><br>Very slowly, Chun was led down the stairs to a town car. Numerous times she stumbled to be caught by one of the girls. Once in the car, the man from before, named Sebastian, started to explain the party to her. When Chun asked about who was Zhang’s friend, he told her he wasn’t allowed to say. Scowling, Chun just paid attention to his explanation. When they arrived, Sebastian handed an invitation to the men at the port. He helped her on the tender, then bowed to Chun as it left the dock. He waited until he was out of sight before getting back in the car. <br><br>Chun fidgeted as she was transported to the yacht. She would have to go introduce herself to the hostess. After all, Chun didn’t want to be a rude guest. As she neared, Chun couldn’t help but be impressed at the large ship as she wondered why such a thing was necessary in the first place. Once aboard however, Chun’s wonder turned to shock. Naked women were changed to the deck while half naked women were leashed at men’s sides. With her cheeks completely crimson, Chun tried to hide in the shadows.<br><br>Chun was at odds; she wanted to be polite, but she wanted to hide at the same time. Her courteousness outweighed her embarrassment and Chun wandered the edge of the boat, looking for the women matching Sebastian’s description while attempting to look at the naked women. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to locate her. She was sitting down with another man. Unfortunately, that man had three half naked girls around him. Two were on their hands and knees on the floor while one sat in his lap. <br><br>The Chinese girl attempted to rush over as quickly as possible, stumbling a little as she went. Luck was not on her side however. As she neared, she tripped over her own two feet, catching herself just barely using the man’s shoulder and his slave girl's leg. Looking up, Chun managed to get a good eyeful of the woman’s crotch. Cheeks as red as her lips, the girl quickly straightened herself before bowing to the two.<br><br>“<strong>Dui bu gi! Please forgive me. I am not used to all this…</strong>’ she rambled, getting quieter as she spoke. Despite her young looks, her voice somehow caressed the ears like smooth chocolate, and the quieter she mumbled, the richer it got. Chun kept her eyes down, wringing her hands in nervousness. It made her look so demure with her head down. All dressed up, she looked her age, and though she would never agree, quite attractive. Her decently sized breasts were made larger by the bra made the silky fabric of her dress to be stretched taunt across them. Her thin waist opened to a modest sized ass and hips, with the dress clinging to every curve of her body. She wobbled a little in the heels as she tried to keep herself balanced.<br><br>The second her apology was accepted, Chun would introduce herself to the hostess quickly and find a quiet corner to wait out the time until Sebastian came back. Screw having computers. This was too much for her. She would have to have a talk with Zhang for sending her here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:53:53</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br><strong><em>"Of all the slave girls in stories and movies I found that Princess Leia was the most charming.&nbsp; Oh how I wish that she had stayed as a slave for the rest of the movies.&nbsp; Han Solo would have made such a perfect master for her although not as perfect as my own master Darius."</em></strong><br><br>Oh, how I adored my sweet little Kumiko.&nbsp; Always saying just the right thing, posing just the right way, doing just the right deed.&nbsp; To think that I had rescued her from a cage after years of abuse and neglect and here she was, putting on a most positive reflection of me, to the point of surpassing the fame and fortune associated with my name and birthright.&nbsp; I sipped the champagne, giving her just the right look in her pretty almond eyes, letting her know how very pleased and proud I was of her, and how I couldn't wait to get her home to ravish her.<br><br><strong><em>"Oh Master, will you allow me to dance for you and your friends? I will make you proud to own a slave who can do such a beautiful, sexy dance."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Of course, my pet, I would love for you to show off your body and your outfit and your dancing to everyone on the yacht.&nbsp; You can even have some private dances, the kind where they get to feel you as well as see you."</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Ohhh... I wish I could have been Princess Leia she was captured by Darth Vader her father.&nbsp; Ohhhh...&nbsp; I'm sure he was well endowed.&nbsp; Do you think that he took advantage of her?&nbsp; She had such a good session with pain and I am sure pleasure in the cell block before she was rescued.&nbsp; I am sure Han could have been a firm master.&nbsp; Maybe he would give her to the Wookie if she was bad...&nbsp; Ohhh!&nbsp; I would be bad just for that."</em></strong><br><br>Despite being so beautiful and so sexy, my little Kumiko was completely unapologetic about being such a nerd.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Be careful what you wish for, my pet.&nbsp; I just might have to lock you in a cell with me while I act like an evil cyborg daddy interrogating you, my long lost daughter, for the location of the secret rebel base.&nbsp; Followed by a cuddling session featuring some big, knotty, Wookie love."</strong><br><br>I brought my free hand up in the air and looked at her with playful intimidation.&nbsp; I squeezed the air with my hand, as if choking her using the dark side of the Force.<br><br>My ears perked up upon hearing the piano.&nbsp; Was that... 80's music?&nbsp; I looked at Kumiko.&nbsp; When we weren't fucking like rabbits, we had our share of cultural and intellectual pursuits, including music from before our time, such as prime examples of alternative rock and heavy metal.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:54:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson<br><br><em><strong>"I believe that would please me as well, Okello.&nbsp; And I insist that you call me Kaelyn, please."</strong></em><br><br>She placed her hand on my wrist.&nbsp; It was not a tender touch on the back of my hand or a pat on my arm feeling my muscles.&nbsp; I know that when <em>I</em> touched or gripped a woman's wrist, it was to hold her down, to restrain her, to control her.&nbsp; I was now on the receiving end of those action... and, coming from Kaelyn, I liked it.<br><br><strong><em>"While I am flattered by your thinking of me, I personally am not one for showing myself in public. I care not about the slaves, as that is what they are for, I just don’t find it necessary to do the same with oneself."</em></strong><br><br>While it was clear that Kaelyn and I shared the feeling that slaves are there for the use and pleasure of their masters and mistresses, it was also evident that Kaelyn and I differed in the <em>way</em> we treated our slaves.&nbsp; I tended to be wild and live in the moment regardless of who may be watching, even enjoying the aspect of having an audience.&nbsp; Kaelyn was more subtle in her dominance, using wit and guile compared to my brute force and intensity.&nbsp; It certainly inspired me to try new ways of using a slave.<br><br>One of Kaelyn's friends, Marie-Clare joined us.&nbsp; I shook her hand and noticed how she was quite the beauty strictly in appearance, but my opinion of her grew when she shared her remarkable story of how her father not only gave Marie-Clare her freedom, but also gave Marie-Clare her own mother as a gift.&nbsp; The way she ordered the woman who gave birth to her to show off the cunt that she came out of was deliciously sinister.&nbsp; I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows, getting a good look at the older woman's sex.&nbsp; I licked my lips, wondering how it would feel to penetrate this Maman-cunt, and to have my own slave eat it out after I came inside it.<br><br>Without breaking my gaze on the glistening flaps of flesh between the thick thighs, I answered Marie-Clare's question.<br><br><strong>"I am a doctor of medicine and I have a Ph.D. in pharmacology."</strong>&nbsp; I looked from mother-slave cunt to daughter-mistress face.&nbsp; Their faces were similarly exquisite, and I imagined this Marie-Claire had a pretty pussy like her mother.&nbsp; <strong>"I developed Venus, Balance and Milkmaid.&nbsp; And I'm currently working on a new recreational sex drug to be given to slaves.&nbsp; However, the nature of it is not something you or Kaelyn would be interested in, unless you like to use strap-ons in your slaves' mouths and throats.&nbsp; I would be happy to provide you with samples if you are interested, and I would be open to suggestions of enhancements you think would be useful to you."</strong><br><br><br><br>(Edit: Fixed formatting and clarified some details.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 09:03:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson<br><br>I remained on my hands and knees as I crawled around behind my master.&nbsp; My swollen, reddish and weeping pussy and ass were on display as as I helplessly wriggled and followed.&nbsp; I glanced about when I could.&nbsp; This was the kind of party that I often attended when I was at the height of my career.&nbsp; Now I was a slave as I deserved.&nbsp; The older woman, heavy and voluptuous did not seem happy and to my horror I gathered that she was the mother of the younger free woman.<br><br>Still, I kept my head down and whimpered silently at the mention of the drugs.&nbsp; I was heavily, heavily dosed with a double offering of Venus and Balance and my body trembled.&nbsp; I wanted cock, I wanted to be fucked in my pussy.&nbsp; Still, I stayed quiet and hoped to remain unnoticed for notice would bring me torment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 08:20:09</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair<br><br>I trembled and squeezed my hips together in pleasure at Master's approving look.&nbsp; I knew he loved me and approved of me and that was better than any orgasm.&nbsp; I was floating on a cloud, I was higher than any drug could take me, more aroused than a dozen doses of Venus and happier than anyone could ever be.<br><br><strong>"Ooohhh, master, who can I dance for?&nbsp; Can I find anyone or shall you chose them for me?&nbsp; Oh please let me be your green slave girl and you can be the dashing officer.&nbsp; You can sell my charms to any man or woman who wants them.&nbsp; I can dance for their pleasure and your profit.&nbsp; Just sell me master, sell me."</strong><br><br>I loved master for he was so playful, so imaginative.&nbsp; There was nothing I could think of that he could not match.&nbsp; When he spoke of interrogating me as his evil cyborg daddy I did have a mini orgasm right there.&nbsp; My eyes closed and I whispered, gasped;<em> "Darius love... ohhh." </em> I opened my eyes, the pupils dilated and lustful.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh master, take me, take to your prison."</strong>&nbsp; When he brought his hand up I fell to my knees pretending to choke.&nbsp; I gasped and moaned and grabbed his waist in a begging motion as my lips found his cock through the fabric of his pants.&nbsp; I rubbed him with my face as I pretended to choke and gag.<br><br>When Master looked up I caught the same tinkle of music.&nbsp; Sliding sensuously up Master's body, like a stripper on a pole I snuggled in against him.&nbsp; <strong>"Music daddy, music.&nbsp; Let's go dance to it.&nbsp; I can dance with you and the other masters and mistresses."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 10:58:08</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, at Rayn's feet<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Callie Shaw and others<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 0<br><br>Nonami's eyes grew wide as he told her the setting on her restrictor collar. She found herself feeling disgusted at being in this man's presence, but terrified to leave. She knew anyone could harm her away from him, anyone could kill her. Nonami's life may have been miserable, but she didn't want to die, she could never want to die. Everythign drew her attention, she missed nothing from the corners of her eyes any movement any person or shadow drew her attention.<br><br>She was stayed close to him as she followed him inside. Keeping her chin downward in an attempt to hide her restrictor collar from view. She hoped no one would see, if no one could see then they wouldn't harm her. She heard every sound as she went inside, the clink of glasses, stamping of feet, every voice and laugh, everything. Nonami knew these people didn't view her as a person at all, but as an object instead, danger was everywhere.<br><br>Her hyper-attentiveness was interrupted only by a deep sense of disgust at the man's suggestion he was providing a service in making 'happy couples'. As if he could know what can make her happy. This world disgusted her, being treated this way, a naked slave at some man's feet hardly treated as a human being. It disgusted her more the way his slave, the one called Rosalie reacted as if he had made some sort of profound statement. Nonami tried to hide her feelings as best she could, knowing they could get her into trouble. She dug her fingers into the carpet and turned her head to look away from them.<br><br>She was brought startlingly back into the present when someone swept right by her where she sat. Stepping so close as if it was she wasn't even there. Her thoughts drew immediately back to the setting of her restrictor collar. A slight cry and a great flinch later she stumbled backward into her owners leg, pushing it just slightly from her way. Realizing her mistake she quickly moved back into her former position her eyes locked staring into his with a terrified expression on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 15:26:56</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br><br><em><strong>"Ooohhh, master, who can I dance for?&nbsp; Can I find anyone or shall you chose them for me?&nbsp; Oh please let me be your green slave girl and you can be the dashing officer.&nbsp; You can sell my charms to any man or woman who wants them.&nbsp; I can dance for their pleasure and your profit.&nbsp; Just sell me master, sell me."</strong></em><br><br>First Star Wars references, then Star Trek references with her as a green-skinned slave and me as a Federation officer... it was only a matter of time before she acted like a Companion and treated me like the Captain of the Serenity from my favorite sci-fi series, <em>Firefly</em>.<br><br>I pretended to glare at her as she pretended to choke, even going so far as to get on her knees and pretend to suck me off for mercy.&nbsp; I opened my hand suddenly, ending the quick little roleplay.&nbsp; I took her hand and helped her up, and then pulled her close and she was rubbing up against me in no time.&nbsp; I kissed her lips and laughed contentedly, putting my arm around her waist and giving her a hug.<br><br>I imagined others watched our little spectacle, but our love for each other was so strong that I didn't notice or care what others thought.<br><br><em><strong>"Music, daddy, music.&nbsp; Let's go dance to it.&nbsp; I can dance with you and the other masters and mistresses."</strong></em><br><br>I loved it when she called me Daddy.&nbsp; Or Dr. Fair, such as when she came to me to check on the aching she was feeling between her legs.&nbsp; Or Mr. Fair, such as when she was bent over my desk wearing a schoolgirl outfit....<br><br><strong>"I'm right behind you, my pretty little princess.&nbsp; Lead the way for Daddy, my sweet pumpkin."</strong><br><br>I let her go first to a clear area.&nbsp; Sometimes we went to a tango salon or a swing dance jam, but right now I liked being her stripper pole, so I just stood, still and erect, letting her use my body as a counterweight for her to move around.<br><br>As my loving slave danced with me and on me, I looked around the yacht and noticed yet another strikingly beautiful woman who was at least partly of Asian descent wearing a black silk dress.&nbsp; Even sitting down, I admired how it hugged the curves of her body.&nbsp; Her black hair was up and held by a chopstick and her makeup brought out the fullness of her lips.<br><br>When Kumiko was dancing, she often had her eyes closed as she moved her body, using contact with me to give her an idea of her position in space.&nbsp; When she danced like this, she sometimes clung to my body tightly, and other times used a firm hold between our hands or pressure from my hand on her shoulderblade to let me lead her around.<br><br>(Edit: This post was split.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 20:42:42</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie. Darya &amp; Valentia. Callie &amp; Nonami. Linda. Chun. Darius &amp; Kumiko.<br><hr><br>Rayn listened intently to&nbsp; Darya's reply, their conversation continuing on uninterrupted until a beautiful figure wrapped in black silk approached them. She looked like the mysterious eastern beauty of a pulp novel, and he couldn't help but be momentarily mesmerized by the effect. Still, as he watched her approach he seemed to notice that she was not truly comfortable in her get-up. Rayn gave her a soft welcoming smile before she stumbled on the thin heels, her hands falling onto his shoulder and Darya's leg. He couldn't help but laugh kindly, helping the poor girl to her feet as she introduced herself to Darya.<br><br>"Ah Chun... It's a pleasure to meet you." He said after she had introduced herself, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. "Zhang said to look out for someone in a special outfit, I guessing it was his idea, he does have a love for theatrics" He patted the chair next to him, sealing any hope of an early escape without seeming impolite. "Please, sit, it must be a terrible bore to be at a party on your own." He smiled cheerfully to her. "So, have you been in Monaco long?"<br><br>They were soon joined by two others who he had yet to meet in his time here in Monaco who approached to talk to Chun. The slave was dressed as princess Leia which brought a smile to his face, it appeared she was thoroughly enjoying it. It heartened him to see another happy slave and Master pairing. He took the opportunity of the brief interlude to raise his hand in a wave to Linda, his business associate, inviting her over if she so wished. His hand slid down to the back of Nonami's head, stroking it softly for a moment. He didn't interrupt his conversation to punish the girl for her pathetic flinch; that would show she had any control over what he did at all, even in the negative. It also made her reaction all the sweeter when his hands suddenly grabbed a thick fist-full of her dark black hair and twisted, forcing her head back and her body into a painful arch. Robbing any thought that she might have gotten away unoticed. He held her body their until the most delicious sounds of pain began to be emitted from Nonami's lips, and then a bit further beyond that, before he finally forced her head down to the floor with a shove, her face landing on the cold leather of his boots. "My apologies" He smiled to Darya, and also to her slave who he did not wish to scare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 22:16:48</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, at Rayn's feet<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Callie Shaw and others<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 0<br><br>Nonami's mind raced with thoughts of awful things he could do to her and no one would stop it, rather they would support it, the punishment of a slave. She shivered only slightly as he only acknowledged her by gently stroking her hair. She couldn't feel the natural disgust towards him now as she was only relieved she wouldn't be beaten or some such. Then he grasped a fistful of her hair in his hand and pulled her head painfully back until she whimpered. She tried not to, but the pain became so intense it was impossible not to cry out, a single tear slid down her cheek.<br><br>The pain running down her spinal cord could go on forever she knew. There was no reason he ever needed to let her go from this position if he chose not to. Soon he did however, to force her roughly down onto his shoe. She didn't move from that position, she merely rested there with the burning sensation running down her spinal column and deep staggered breath. The thought terrified her that while he had held her head back everyone had been able to see the setting on her restrictor collar. Her face in his show however she was at least hidden. She only hoped no one would ask to see her more closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 22:34:10</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; a lone guest, Chun Jiao<br><br>As Kumiko danced with me on the area serving as a makeshift dancefloor, I noticed a pretty Asian woman in a black silk Chinese dress.&nbsp; Despite looking stunningly beautiful, she seemed to be out of her element.&nbsp; She seemed uncomfortable with her outfit as well as anxious about this particular setting.&nbsp; I watched her approach Darya and Valentina, who were with a man with three slaves.&nbsp; I would learn later that this man was Rayn Assad, a slave broker, and the one slave he was affectionate toward was his own niece, Rosalie.&nbsp; The other two slaves, a redhead named Callie and an Asian named Nonami, were treated more roughly and cruelly.<br><br>After the woman in the black silk Chinese dress spoke with them, she went to sit alone.&nbsp; I smelled an opportunity.<br><br>After a song, I squeezed Kumiko's hand to get her attention and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; The corners of my lips turned up in a thinly veiled conspiratorial smile.&nbsp; <em>I have an idea.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>I barely tilted my head toward the couch that the Chinese woman was sitting on.&nbsp; <em>Let's play with her.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>I then closed my eyes and tilted my head back, enjoying the feeling of Kumiko against me while considering how we would "attack" this target we "acquired."&nbsp; I led Kumiko toward the couch, lifting a hand up so she twirled around and ended up sitting on my lap.&nbsp; I was sitting next to the woman and Kumiko was facing toward her a bit.<br><br>I turned to the woman and broke out a bit of Chinese I picked up from <em>Firefly</em>.<br><br><strong>"Ni hao."</strong><br><br>It wasn't much, it was just saying "Hello," but she seemed alone and uncomfortable and perhaps a bit of her native tongue might lift her spirits.<br><br>I had one hand on Kumiko's lower back and the other on her knee.<br><br><strong>"My name is Darius.&nbsp; What's your name, and how are you?"</strong><br><br>I let her answer, then followed up the question.<br><br><strong>"This is my slave, Kumiko.&nbsp; I just know she absolutely loves your outfit as much I do.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to stand up and let us get a look at it?</strong><br><br>I hoped I wasn't too forward and that she would be agreeable to my request.&nbsp; If she did, my eyes would go up and down her body admiringly, and I would even lift a finger and twirl it around to get her to slowly spin around so Kumiko and I can see her from all angles.<br><br>(Edit: This post was posted before Atlas', but I edited it, then cut and pasted some of it here to take into account the actions of Rayn with Chun Jiao.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:28:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the <em>Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing, Rayn Assad, <br>(Also those with Rayn: Rosalie. Darya &amp; Valentia. Callie &amp; Nonami. Linda. Chun. Darius &amp; Kumiko.)<br><hr><br>I led my two slaves over to the group with Rayn, smiling sweetly at him, and accepting a glass of something expensive and fizzy from a deck slave. She was a delightful creature and I rewarded her with a light pinch on the nipple. I sipped the glass slowly and then gave it to Nataliya to hold. "You may have one sip", I told her.<br><br>I kissed Rayn on both cheeks, and then looked at his companions. I didn't know any of them, but then, I didn't exactly move in these social circles. "Bon Soir, Mes Dames-libres et Mes Sures"<sup>1</sup>, I addressed the men and free women. Of course i didn't acknowledge the slaves, except in so far as one would acknowledge the presence of a fine looking animal. "Rayn, dear, won't you introduce me to your friends?"<br><br>I waited until the introductions had been made, and the obvious question was asked of me: What did I do? "I'm a property recovery facilitator". I smirked a little. That was the title I had printed on my business cards. Of course I got blank looks, and so I explained, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "I'm a bounty hunter".<br><br>Of course that wasn't strictly true, but chasing after runaways who had skipped to North Africa was legal - well, it wasn't in North Africa, but it was here. Whereas, what I actually did, wasn't legal anywhere except Taiwan, so far as I knew.<br><br>Introductions made and after exchanging some small talk with my new acquaintances, I turned to Rayn. "A word if I may?" I led him asside from the others, to the other side of the grand piano, where the music would grant us some privacy.<br><br>I indicated the redhead. "The BAF guy didn't want her, she's unbroken and a total bitch. The only reason she's behaving now is because I've told her if she doesn't I'm going to take her out to sea and throw her overboard with a lump of concrete tied to her feet!" I snorted at the idiocy of euthanasing a slave just because it was untrainable, but if the bitch didn't behave, i would keep my threat, if I didn't manage to off-load her. "That swine Adam refused to take her because, he says, he's strictly legit. Talk about a back-stabber! The number of illegals I've done for him in the past..."<br><br>I shook my head. My voice was low and urgent. "Anyway, I'll take whatever you want to offer me. Right now she's my ticket to a collar of my own, and I'll feed her to the crabs before I let that happen. That collar is unprogrammed, and i don't have the tools to programme it, but you do! So what will you give me. And for her sake, make it a reasonable amount? I have expenses to cover!"<br><br><hr>1] Good evening, free-ladies and gentlemen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:44:33</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, C Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare Lisson's slave Annalie Rachel Lisson; Kaelyn's slave Tillie LeBon<br><br><hr><br>"<strong>You're father always did spoil you, Marie-Claire.</strong>" There was a gentle smile on her face as she spoke and Kaelyn shook her head fondly at the young woman as her mother, now slave, displayed its cunt. "<strong>I'm sure you're taking great pleasure in breaking her in. Please let me know if you would ever like to take her to Richelieu's. It'd be my treat, consider it a birthday present.</strong>"<br><br>When Okello mentioned his drugs Kaelyn tilted her head in thought and smirked. "<strong>I'd love some samples to try out at the brothel, I'm sure my clients would get full enjoyment out of them.</strong>"<br><br>"<em>Oh my, what a cute little slave. Is it new, dear?</em>"<br><br>Kaelyn looked down at her slut and smiled. "<strong>It is, bought it just this morning. Haven't had much of a chance to break it in yet, but I'll be enjoying it fully soon enough.</strong>" She cast a speculative glance towards Marie=Claire's slave and her smiled widened. "<strong>Would you be amenable to our slaves getting better acquainted? My little one must learn how to properly fuck and what better way than for it to learn with such a ripe specimen.</strong>"<br><br>Her voice gave away her excitement at the thought and she petted Tillie's head absently. "<strong>Little one, be so kind as to show my friend how we started with your training.</strong>" She hoped the slut would understand that she meant for it to show its beaten and plugged ass.<br><br>In the background the piano music stopped and out of curiosity Kaelyn glanced over to where it had been coming from. An older gentleman stepped away from the instrument and made his way on deck, seeming to admire the slaves on display. Something niggled in the back of her mind and she frowned slightly as she tried to figure out why he was so familiar.<br><br>"<strong>Do either of you know who that gentleman is?</strong>" Kaelyn pointed discreetly in his direction. "<strong>He seems so familiar and yet, I can't place him at all.</strong>"<br><br>The man walked closer to them and as she got a better look at his face his name popped into her mind. "<strong>Mati Groves, the famous pianist.</strong>" Her voice was soft and admiring, as she had always enjoyed his music and even gone to one of his concerts long ago. As he neared them Kaelyn decided to call him over, get a proper introduction in. "<strong>Monsieur Groves? Voulez-vous joindre à nous dans la conversation?<sup>1</sup></strong>"<br><br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> Mr. Groves? Would you like to join us in conversation?</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:38:39</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck of <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; his friend, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson; the pianist, Mati Groves<br><br><em><strong>"I'm sure you're taking great pleasure in breaking her in. Please let me know if you would ever like to take her to Richelieu's.&nbsp; It'd be my treat, consider it a birthday present..."</strong></em><br><br>I was a bit surprised.&nbsp; Kaelyn referred to a slave as "her" instead of "it."&nbsp; Interesting.<br><br><strong>"Given her age, I imagine she's had plenty of traffic going in and out of her.&nbsp; Of course, there are many more tools that can be used at Richelieu's on the rest of her."</strong><br><br><em><strong>"Would you be amenable to our slaves getting better acquainted? My little one must learn how to properly fuck and what better way than for it to learn with such a ripe specimen."</strong></em><br><br>I watched the reaction of Marie-Clare's slave.&nbsp; Sometimes the right words could hurt a slave as much as a cane or riding crop.<br><br>Between Kaelyn, Marie-Clare and myself, I believe we had three of the most cruel masters and mistresses on-board together, three dominants who gave their slaves little if any mercy.&nbsp; Kaelyn invited the pianist to join us, and I couldn't help but feel a faint sense of jealousy that she paid attention to another man.&nbsp; Still, I played it cool.&nbsp; Perhaps he was like us in the way we treated our property.<br><br><strong>"I cannot say I recognize the name, <em>Monsieur Groves</em>, but I certainly recognize the songs you've played.&nbsp; One of them was 'Barbarism Begins at Home' by the Smiths, was it not?&nbsp; A rather unusual, but still enjoyable, version at that.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am Dr. Okello Okanjo, and the pleasure is mine.&nbsp; Allow me to introduce Kaelyn Richelieu, madame of the finest brothel in Monte Carlo, and Marie-Clare Lisson, who I only just met now.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is a shame that you did not have a female vocalist to accompany you, Monsieur Groves.&nbsp; Perhaps Kaelyn or Marie-Clare have voices to match their appearances.&nbsp; If not, maybe one of these cunts kneeling before you has a voice worthy of the way you tickle the ivories and ebonies."</strong><br><br>I gave Kaelyn and Marie-Clare a chance to respond to Mr. Groves about the singing ability of themselves and their slaves.&nbsp; Then I looked at my own slave, still on her hands and knees, wearing long opera gloves and thigh high stockings that accentuated her bare back and ass along with her see-through top that showed off her tits, stomach and sex.&nbsp; I tugged on my slave's leash.<br><br><strong>"Sing, cunt, and sing well or I'll beat you with a cane when we get home."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 08:12:58</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br>Location: The Galaxy<br>With: the three slaves on deck, then Dr Okanjo; his slave, Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; his friend, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>There were three of them, in this section of the deck.&nbsp; They seemed to have been chained up, naked, and abandoned.&nbsp; They weren't what he was looking for but with them he could feel something in him come back to life – something that he thought had died in him.<br><br>'Three bound slaves, three bound slaves,' he had them sing, to the tune of Three blind mice.&nbsp; He had each of them sing in turn.&nbsp; 'See how they can't run, see how they can't run...'<br><br>Then he went back – almost bumping into a frightened-looking Chinese girl – for a bottle of champagne, to save himself the trouble of continually refilling his glass, and quickly returned to the deck.<br><br>He was drinking rather fast, and what with a little jet lag and the tiredness of an hour at the piano and when had he eaten last exactly? - the booze was going a little to his head.<br><br>The blond had a deep, croaky voice.&nbsp; The brunette's was squeaky and high-pitched.&nbsp; The black-haired one had the best voice, a contralto, but she seemed cowed, reluctant to sing.&nbsp; He'd like to take off his belt and thrash it out of her – hell he hadn't beaten a woman in months – but he wasn't sure of the etiquette here.<br><br>So he tried to get the women to sing three-part harmony but it was hopeless, hopeless, 'They all listened out for their Master's voice...'<br><br>Songs about slavery.&nbsp; That's what the world needed.&nbsp; That's what Mati would provide.&nbsp; If he could just find his own musician-slave.&nbsp; Not trash like these abandoned three.<br><br>Out of a group of people who'd been half-watching Mati's antics, a woman emerged, a sweet, charming if authoritative young thing, inviting him to join them.<br><br>'Enchanté madame,' he said, and then the big man was introducing himself, and there was such a scattering of pretty female flesh around them it was hard to know where to begin to look.&nbsp; <br><br>'Ah yes,' said Mati, 'Barbarism begins at home, I was thinking of the lyrics, Unruly girls / Who will not settle down / They must be taken in hand / A crack on the head / Is what you get for not asking / And a crack on the head /Is what you get for asking...'<br><br>Okanjo - was that his name? - Okanjo seemed to be offering the slave that Mati had felt his eyes drawn to: the blond one who wouldn't look up, in the sexy see-through top, on her hands and knees.<br><br>'Sing, cunt, and sing well or I'll beat you with a cane when we get home,' Okanjo was saying.<br><br>Mati felt a surge of pleasure and power, at suddenly being welcomed and invited to join the group.&nbsp; 'Tell you what,' he said, 'why don't I take her to the piano and see if she knows a couple of numbers.'&nbsp; He waited until Okanjo offered the leash, with another invocation to his cunt to sing well.<br><br>'Can you sing a note, sweetheart?' Mati asked as they walked past others to the piano.&nbsp; God, it felt good to be tugging a slave on her hands and knees again.&nbsp; He felt another surge. 'Let's start with something you might know.&nbsp; <em>You really got a hold on me.</em>&nbsp; This key all right?'<br><br>Finally she lifted her head.&nbsp; Hell: he believed he knew who she was.&nbsp; And if he was right, she certainly could sing. 'Eight-bar intro,' he said, 'head up, I'll do the harmony...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 09:47:59</strong>
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				(http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u639/xfallenfeatherx/Chun%20Jiao/miko7-avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Chun Jiao</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Nonami Kitagani, Darius Fair, and everyone else. <br><hr>Chun fumbled for a response. This was Zhang’s friend? The man with two exposed women on the ground. Chun’s mouth finally closed with an audible snap of her teeth. He invited her to sit on the couch next to them. For a brief moment, she thought of refusing his offer. She had made her appearance. However, this was Zhang’s acquaintance. If she refused, Zhang would certainly hear of it. And doing something as rude as refusing an invitation would upset Zhang. Not only would Chun get “grounded,” but she would also get lectured. Chun hated getting lectured more than anything. Well, more than most things. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. After all, he was Zhang’s acquaintance. That had to count for something, right?<br><br>After a moment of hesitation, Chun gave a bow and sat. To others, the way she sat down seemed refined and high-class, like a princess or an emperor’s consort. She swept the dress beneath her and sat with fluid grace. No matter what it looked like on the outside, inwardly, Chun sat hurriedly and nervously. She didn’t want to be here and she tried very hard not to let it show on her face, an extremely difficult feat.<br><br>Gingerly, Chun shook her head. “<strong>I am afraid not. I arrived just a few hours ago.&nbsp; Zhang… insisted I attend,</strong>” she said softly, not bothering to exaggerate exactly how a man thousands of miles away could insist she attend a gathering. Hardly a few minutes after she sat, Chun was joined on the couch by a young boy, hardly a man, and a girl dressed as Star Wars’ Leia, making it clear who the slave was. Chun wondered if they actually knew the movie or just thought the outfit looked sexy. In any case, as they sat on the couch, Chun unconsciously scooted away, making sure there was zero body contact. She never seemed comfortable being touched. Growing up, the only body contact outside her parents’ was always getting pushed, or pinched, or scratched, or punched, or attacked in some way by bullies. The only touches she would allow now were professional: hair being cut, clothes measured (when forced to wear something nice), or being escorted to some fancy event (also when she was forced for the sake of the company). Other than that, few were allowed to touch her. She just wasn’t used to a friendly touch. A touch to her was a prelude to being beaten.<br><br>As such, when the girl sat on his lap, and they accidentally brushed up against her, she recoiled and moved even further away. She hadn’t realized she had reacted, but anyone paying attention would have noticed. The boy seemed kind though, and the girl didn’t look to be mistreated. In fact, she genuinely seemed happy to be this man’s slave, the way she draped over him and snuggled up to him.<br><br>Chun gave a slight bow as he introduced himself. “<strong><em>Wanshang hao</em><sup><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">1</span></sup>, my name is Chun,</strong>” she responded, her voice soft like velvet. As she straightened, she heard him introduce his slave. She nodded to the girl. He also started to say something else, but she heard one of the girls at Rayn’s feet cry out. His fingers were tangled in her hair and her head was being pulled back uncomfortably. She didn’t seem to enjoy it. When he pushed her head down to the floor, Chun jumped.<br><br>Half falling, half leaping, Chun’s hand grasped Rayn’s wrist tightly. For someone who had such small hands, her grasp was surprisingly firm. Her knuckles were white as she looked directly into his eyes for the first time, revealing bright amber eyes.<br><br>“<strong>Stop it. You’re hurting her.</strong>” She didn’t whisper or murmur. Her voice held an authoritative tone. <br><br>As for Darius, she felt bad for ignoring his question, but she couldn’t stand to see this girl hurt. Not when there didn’t seem, at least to Chun, that she did anything wrong. However, without her knowing, the small Chinese girl had already compensated for her lack of response. Bent over to grab Rayn, her butt was in a very prominent position, almost right in front of Darius’ and Kumiko’s faces. The silk fabric was tight over her rear. The cut in the side let the dress slide off her thigh to reveal a surprisingly smooth leg (all thanks to Zhang, with lots of protest from her.). Her skin seemed soft and very white against the shimmering black silk. Unfortunately for her, Chun was oblivious to the subtle workings of her dress.<br><br>After a brief, yet intense moment, Chun noticed another woman approaching the group. Chun dropped her eyes and released his wrist, revealing red marks from her strong grip. She straightened and her dress retightened itself. “<strong><em>Yíhan</em><sup><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">2</span></sup>..</strong>” she said, barely above a whisper. Her head was down with her eyes on the floor and her hands in front of her. If she had been a slave, it would have been a perfect example of submission. She had shamed herself with her outburst. The girl wasn’t hers. Still, she couldn’t sit there while he hurt her. Even if she would be an actual dog, Chun still would have said something. But this girl was no dog, and it was even worse for her to be abused.<br><br>The woman approached and Chun sat back down, stiffly this time. She kept her hands in her lap and her eyes down as the woman introduced herself to the group and pulled Rayn aside. “<strong>Forgive me for my outburst…</strong>” she said to the others once the two were out of earshot.<br><br><sup>1</sup> <em>Wanshang hao</em> – Good evening<br><sup>2</sup> <em>Yihan</em> – Sorry 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 11:55:13</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck of <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; his friend, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson; the pianist, Mati Groves<br><br><em><strong>"Tell you what, why don't I take her to the piano and see if she knows a couple of numbers."</strong></em><br><br>I pondered his idea for a moment, then nodded in agreement.&nbsp; I've raped and abused the cunt in front of spectators.&nbsp; I might as well see what else she could do in front of an audience.&nbsp; I handed him the end of my slave's leash.<br><br><strong>"Since I've enjoyed your music, Mr. Groves, feel free to enjoy my slave in <em>any</em> way you wish, as long as I am within sight of her and she doesn't suffer any damage requiring medical attention.&nbsp; I would appreciate an evaluation of her as well, so I know how much to punish her..."</strong><br><br>I looked down into my slave's big pretty blue eyes.<br><br><strong>"...if she's displeasing or disappointing to you."</strong><br><br>I smacked her bottom to get her moving, to start crawling on her hands and knees behind Mati.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 12:24:40</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; a lone guest, Chun Jiao<br><br>After asking Chun to stand up to show Kumiko and me her dress, she instead suddenly sprang to her feet and bent over at the waist.&nbsp; Her perfect little bubble bottom was hugged tightly by the black silk of her dress, and a creamy white thigh peeked out of the slit ending by her hip.<br><br>As I saw her body positioned in this way, I wanted to just reach out and stroke her bottom.&nbsp; I had a feeling that Kumiko may have had the same idea, so I reached out and held her hand to stop her in case her self-control gave out and she gave in to our shared impulse.<br><br><em><strong>"Stop it. You’re hurting her."</strong></em><br><br>Kumiko and I had seen masters and mistresses mistreat their slaves constantly.&nbsp; In this world, protesting on their behalf was fruitless at best and insulting to the owner at worst.&nbsp; It had gotten to the point that we just shook our heads in disapproval and appreciated what we shared all the more.&nbsp; <br><br>There were a a couple of times that I did the same thing to my slave - grabbing Kumiko by the hair, forcing her head back and then down low onto my shoe - but it was always in the context of a game we were playing, a game we would play only at <em>her</em> request when she felt like being used harshly.&nbsp; Once her face was on my shoe, she would be groveling for forgiveness and kissing my feet begging for a chance to please me.&nbsp; It was not a role I felt comfortable with, especially considering the dark place I essentially rescued her from, but when it came to Kumiko, I found it hard to say no.<br><br>Chun sat back down beside us.<br><br><strong>"Forgive me for my outburst..."</strong><br><br>I reached my hand out to hers, which were sitting on her lap, and patted the back of one a couple of times.<br><br><strong>"It's okay,"</strong> I said to her, smiling, placing my hand back on Kumiko with a loving, protective embrace.&nbsp; <strong>"You don't seem to be from around here.&nbsp; Some masters and mistresses are kind to their slaves, and others are cruel.&nbsp; I like to think that I am one of the former, and you and I seem to have that in common.&nbsp; Since you have no collar, you must be a free woman, and since you would protest against a master on behalf of his slave, you must not be from around here."</strong><br><br>I thought to change the subject.<br><br><strong>"What brings you to Monte Carlo?&nbsp; Business or pleasure?&nbsp; And would you happen to be staying at the Fairmont Hotel?&nbsp; Do you own a slave yourself?&nbsp; And are you in the market for buying a slave of your own?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 01:59:56</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani, Darya Lysina, Linda Tuchamba, Chun Jiao, everyone else<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br><br>Rosalie was happily nestled in her daddy's lap when she felt a weight hit her daddy's shoulder. She lifted her head with worry, soon seeing an attractive girl, most likely Chinese, getting a very close look at her crotch. She blushed a little but just looked at her daddy to gauge his reaction.&nbsp; She moved off of his lap as he helped the girl steady herself staying beside him. She thought the girl was quite pretty, liking the dress she wore. She only sat back down when he gave her permission and again contentedly nestled against him. She felt one of his arms go to the head of the cunt Nonami, before hearing a sharp little gasp. She knew what was happening even though she was facing away. <br><br>Rosalie sat quietly, letting her daddy talk with Chun and finishing the champagne he'd allowed her to have. But when she soon heard the tone of the other woman's voice when her daddy was implementing a well-deserved punishment on the girl who'd been kept in the trunk. She felt Rayn's hand still, and could feel his body tense. She recognized the sound of skin being torn by nails but not in a pleasurable way. Her eyes widened and and turned, seeing the woman called Chun speaking very sternly towards her daddy, her nails digging into his skin.<br><br>She was torn. She did not want anyone to hurt her daddy, but she knew now was not the time to misbehave. She had to act fast, she had to make a decision. "Rosalie does not want you to hurt her daddy." she said, being respectful, but her voice carrying an edge that Rayn would notice. She couldn't help but give Chun a glare that said <em>hands off!!!</em>, only recognizing she'd crossed the line when she felt the weight of Rayn's hand on her shoulder. She hadn't even realized she'd moved forward, wrapping one of her hands protectively over the scratch marks that had been left, as if trying to soothe them<br><br>She swallowed, and after a few minutes, bows her head. "Rosalie is sorry for her outburst. Rosalie also hopes that Daddy will forgive her." she said, bowing her head and sitting on Rayn's lap, head hung. She was only defending him, she hoped he would see that.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:51:00</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair, Chun Jiao<br><br>I loved playing with Darius.&nbsp; Every role was new and exciting even if they were ones that we had played before.&nbsp; The eyes of the men and women of the crowd excited me and motivated me to play even harder.&nbsp; It was so easy to lose myself in the roles and though I played for the crowd the only subject of my attentions was my wonderful master.&nbsp; Star Wars was a particular favorite of ours; both of us were movie geeks and some nights we would just snuggle up on the couch and watch old movies and shout out the popular lines.&nbsp; Darth Vader and the wookie were favorites of mine as they let me offer myself up to be thoroughly ravished.&nbsp; There were times when we both wanted a bit of pain, a bit of roughness and setting it in a fantastic setting kept it light and loving just as I knew Darius liked.<br><br>Then we moved to the dance floor.&nbsp; There was nothing I liked more than dancing with and for Darius.&nbsp; I glided around him on the dance floor, even dancing around and with some of the other masters, mistresses and slaves.&nbsp; I knew that people were looking at us.&nbsp; I could tell that people liked how I looked and how well I served Darius and it made me happy.&nbsp; It made me happy because I knew that my Darius was proud of me and that every bit of approval reflected well on my glorious master.&nbsp; I was lost in the spectacle and glory of dancing around and on Darius and nothing could be better.<br><br>At Darius' motion I stopped dancing and gazed at him with shining, loving eyes.&nbsp; He was attracted to a beautiful, almost doll like Chinese girl.&nbsp; She seemed awkward and I nodded as master drew me over to have a bit of play with the girl.&nbsp; We were both often attracted by the outcasts and oddballs and this girl seemed to need to have some fun.&nbsp; Twirling over with him I ended up in his lap next to the girl.&nbsp; I smiled at her as Master spoke to her in broken Chinese.&nbsp; I nodded encouragingly to her as Darius urged her to stand and let me fondle... well, admire her dress.&nbsp; She seemed shy and recoiled from touching us but I was confident that Master could break the ice.&nbsp; A wicked little thought filled my mind about how much fun it would be to rub her in oil and make love to her with my Master.<br><br>When Chun rose from the couch and bent over, showing us the most beautiful ass and thigh imaginable I reached out for her only to be stopped by Darius.&nbsp; I pouted at him and then leaned over to stroke his thigh.&nbsp; When Chun interrupted master Rayn from disciplining his slave I glanced at Darius and nodded in concealed disapproval.&nbsp; Why should a master need to discipline a slave so harshly unless she was truly wicked.&nbsp; Surely most slaves wanted to love and care for their masters.&nbsp; It only took the right master and slave such as had happened to me when Darius rescued me from Darkness.<br><br>I snuggled back against Darius, feeling the need for his reassurance and affection.&nbsp; He would never hurt me like that but there were those times with the Darkness flitted at the edge of my sight and I needed his love.&nbsp; For some reason this was one and I wrapped myself around him in a deep snuggle as he spoke to Chun.&nbsp; I looked at her curiously;&nbsp; "You were very brave mistress Chun.&nbsp; Master Darius is a very kind and considerate master and I am very fortunate to be his slave girl.&nbsp; Maybe we can be your friends?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 07:04:19</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson; Matti Groves<br><br>I hung mutely on my hands and knees as the others spoke of their slaves as object, animals.&nbsp; I shuddered at the sight of the poor woman used by her bitch of a daughter.&nbsp; What terrible, terrible treatment of your mother to make her nude and then show her off so lewdly.&nbsp; When the other man joined them, the pianist I looked up at him and then hurriedly back down.&nbsp; I did not know him personally but had heard of him and his music.&nbsp; He was an extremely talented by reputation and of course she'd noted his singing in the background even as she was shoved and yanked and pulled.&nbsp; The steely hint of cruelty in his eyes as he regarded the three slaves gathered around their owners did not bode well.<br><br>I jerked unwillingly as Dr. Okanjo pulled me forward and handed my leash off to Matti.&nbsp; I pulled a bit at first, unwilling to go but I did not resist more than a reflexive moment.&nbsp; I knew that punishment would await me; that much I had learned in a short time with my master.&nbsp; <br><br>I followed Matti, still awkwardly on my hands and knees.&nbsp; I strained to keep up, finding it difficult as I kept my head down in what seemed like a submissive pose but really kept me concealed beneath my long hair.&nbsp; We came to the piano and I could tell that Dr. Okanjo was following.&nbsp; I had been asked a question so I replied softly, barely over a whisper.&nbsp; "Yes, I can sing."&nbsp; At that I lifted my head and looked him boldly in the eye.&nbsp; There was something about being around music that made me momentarily forget my position and drop the submissive pose.<br><br>Eyes meeting I noticed the flare of recognition in gaze.&nbsp; Even as I blushed I nodded, hoping for some kind of professional courtesy perhaps.&nbsp; As he struck the note I launched into the intro.&nbsp; Taken away by the song I closed my eyes and let my voice soar.&nbsp; I had a sweet, pure voice that was instantly recognizable in a certain genre of ballad-style music.&nbsp; Perhaps the only reason I had never cross over into the superstar range had been a reluctance to shift my style to more tawdry pop and expose myself sexually on stage.&nbsp; But this was something that I owned, my voice and I let it trill in a virtuoso performance that blending spectacularly with Matti.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:59:09</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; a lone guest, Chun Jiao<br><br>I let Kumiko rest her head on my shoulder.&nbsp; I held her close and caressed her bare skin, squeezing the curve of her ass.<br><br><strong>"And my slave Kumiko is so very loyal and passionate.&nbsp; And creative.&nbsp; And obedient.&nbsp; Very obedient.&nbsp; I am a lucky man to have her as my slave and pet.&nbsp; Let us share a drink.&nbsp; Kumiko, love, be a good slave, and get Mistress Chun and your Master Darius some drinks.&nbsp; Something with a little extra kick."</strong><br><br>I raised my eyebrows for a moment at Kumiko, then looked down to Kumiko's left breast.&nbsp; It was where she had a couple of doses of Venus hidden.&nbsp; My command would be clear to her.&nbsp; Chun would have no idea.&nbsp; <em>Kumiko, add a Venus pill to Chun's drink.</em><br><br>I wondered how it would make her react.&nbsp; I was asking... no... ordering Kumiko to essentially assault this woman by poisoning her drink with Venus.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Have no fear, pet, it is my decision and my responsibility, not yours.</em><br><br>I had no doubt Kumiko would follow my command.&nbsp; She has never disobeyed me.&nbsp; She would disobey me on occasion, just to give me a reason to spank her.&nbsp; For example, she would do what I told her and make the bed and put all the toys away, but she would keep one corner of the otherwise perfectly made bed undone and also leave a flogger out.&nbsp; <br><br>But this was serious.&nbsp; This was real.&nbsp; Would she disobey me for someone we just met?&nbsp; For someone we would have our way with once the Venus was floating through her blood vessels, enhancing the sensations of her fair skinned curves covered in a black silk dress.&nbsp; <br><br>My goal was to get Kumiko to feel a rush, a surge of adrenaline.&nbsp; Combined with the Venus she took earlier, I hoped she was dripping between her legs.<br><br>Chun was dressed so very sexy.&nbsp; It would be a shame to not see what she had on underneath.<br><br>I watched Kumiko dance toward the bar and ask for three glasses.&nbsp; She kept moving her body, distracting the barkeep and other onlookers from her secret task.&nbsp; When she returned I pointed at the floor, indicating her to kneel at the feet of Chun and me.<br><br>I continued making small talk, waiting for Chun to drink enough that the drug started kicking in.&nbsp; It was best to test the waters first.&nbsp; As I was looking up and down Chun's body, I couldn't help but notice her high heels.<br><br><strong>"What a nice pair of shoes, Chun,&nbsp; Let's have a look at them.&nbsp; Kumiko, hold her feet up for me.&nbsp; And while you're at it, give our new friend a massage on her feet and calves."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:12:41</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her glorious master Darius Fair, Chun Jiao<br><br>I wriggled my ass against Darius and whispered sweet invitations to have his way with me.&nbsp; The dancing, the exhibition and the sheer excitement of the party had me in a frenzy of desire for him.&nbsp; I clenched my ass against his hand, rolling the muscle I tried to trap his hand.&nbsp; At his command I looked at him and smiled.&nbsp; Master wanted me to dose the girl's drink with the extra Venus that I carried.&nbsp; We played games but this was deadly serious.&nbsp; I did not have to think twice about obeying Master's commands.&nbsp; He had saved me from oblivion and brought me into what was literally heaven.&nbsp; I would obey him in anything he asked.<br><br>Giggling I stood and wriggled again, my hands running over my hips and up to my breasts.&nbsp; I paused my hands over my breasts where the pills where the pills were hidden in the chest piece.&nbsp; My message was clear to Darius; I will do whatever you ask without hesitation.&nbsp; The idea of performing a secret act, of drugging this beautiful woman set my heart pounding.&nbsp; Suddenly I was a secret agent working with my daring master to seduce his target.&nbsp; I swayed, dancing against Master Darius as he sat on the couch.&nbsp; I was already almost at my wits end from the excitement of the party and the throbbing, insistent push of the Venus on my desires.&nbsp; Rubbing my mons against him I almost came right there.<br><br>"Of course Master.&nbsp; I will be glad to serve."&nbsp; I looked to Chun; "What drink would you like Mistress Chun?"&nbsp; Getting her desire I sashayed to the bar, my hips swaying, my thighs grinding together.&nbsp; I danced and simpered at the bar, my collar setting let me touch other masters and I worked him off with my hand as he poured the drinks.&nbsp; It was easy to administer the Venus to the drink and feeling wicked I added another pill to mine as well.&nbsp; I came myself while jerking off the bar tender as the thought of being such a secret spy for real made me terribly horny.<br><br>Returning I knelt and handed master and Chun their drinks.&nbsp; My own I sipped half of it quickly as Master complimented Chun on her shoes.&nbsp; I set my drink down and worked to massage Chun's legs if she agreed to Darius' suggestion.&nbsp; My eyes looking up at Master and Chun were shining with desire.&nbsp; Already my arousal had wetted my thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 16:37:33</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting on the sun deck of <em>The Galaxy</em> enjoying some proper music<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryan, Chun, Linda, Myshka and some slaves.<br><br>A slave trader. Who had invited him to this party? He seemed nice and looked good but his trade was really a major no no for me. Had he even heard about my anti slave law campaigns? I guess he hadn’t or he wouldn’t tell about it so proudly on my ship. <br>Walk the plank me hearty and keep on walking. <br>When his daughter spoke I had to bite my tongue. She spoke like... like a machine rather than a human being and although she didn’t look unhappy, I was 100% sure she could be a lot happier if she was free. A beautiful free young woman, not a slave to her daddy who did God knows what to her. <br><br>I had to be polite and didn’t mention anything until the Asian woman tripped over and gave me a rather good excuse to talk about something else. She was good looking and looked free. But if she was free, why was she here? As she just said herself, she wasn’t used to all this. My interest was peaked and I accepted her apology and told her to have a good time and relax. I told her where the food and drinks were and if she wanted, she could listen to the piano. Rayn however had different plans for her. Chun looked out of place more than anything I had ever seen and her outburst to Ryan as he pushed his slave on the floor was proof enough. Before anybody could respond by doing anything to Chun I gestured her that it was alright and she had nothing to feel bad for. I was liking this girl. <br><br><strong>“Please do be careful Rayn, this floor is worth more than both your slaves together. I’d hate to have to send you a bill to get it cleaned from stains of spit and saliva.”</strong><br><br>Yes I was very warm and friendly but if I wanted, I could be the most arrogant of bitches in the world. I hope that my little remark was enough for Ryan to get the hint that I wasn’t really into his display of power.<br><br>Even as background music, the piano made beautiful sounds and I remembered again why I had hired Mati Groves. He was a bit odd between all this Masters and slaves but when it came to playing the piano I never met anybody better than him. The way he remade old and new songs was genius. <br><br>The black woman was a bit of a strange person on the boat. As if she didn’t belong there. One of the girls at her feet looked the same. A bounty hunter. Hunting down girls who have escaped slavery. She took Rayn private and when she came back I gave her a warm smile and took a drink.<br><br><strong>“Tell me, miss Tuchamba, how did you end up hunting slaves while your ancestors were the slaves themselves?”</strong><br><br>Maybe this party wasn’t such a good idea. I would really have to talk to Kaelyn. Between all these savage males, my friend seemed like the only human person on this boat together with Myshka of course. I pulled her down to sit next to me and wrapped my arm around her, not afraid to show the special bond I had with my ‘slave’.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 07:35:42</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> by the Piano at some point <br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Linda, the slave they're trying to sell, everyone else on the yacht<br><br><br>I followed behind mistress when it became clear to her who it was that she wanted to speak with. When we got to the group and Mistress stopped I forced down the stupid slut at my side and then went to my knees as well. I was always on my best behavior at social events, A bad slave reflected badly on their owner, and the last thing I wanted anyone to think was that I had not been properly trained. I looked around as much as I could with out twisting my head or body. For the most part I ignored the other slaves, to be completely honest, for the most part I was listening to the music being played. Piano. I'd always wanted to learn to play the Piano. My sister had learned, our teachers said she wasn't as pretty and she needed to make up for that somehow. Me... I didn't get to learn anything becuase I didn't need to. <br><br>I wanted to turn around, I wanted to watch who ever was playing. I liked watching people play instruments, they always looked so peaceful and elegant. I picked up when they asked my Mistress what she did. It almost seemed to be a little joke now of hers. She would say it in a way that they wouldn't really get, the fancy way of saying what she was. The decent way of saying what she was. I wondered if they cared about the decent way, Captain had come here to get rid of this slave after all. <br><br>After a few more minutes of talking Mistress began to move away from the group with the business partner of hers. He'd smiled at me when we'd come up, I'm sure it was more out of being polite then anything else. I stood quickly, pulling the red headed cunt up with me, but before the other man could get up I watched with some shock as this little asian cunt came out of nowhere to stop him from doing something. My eyes widened as my usual mask was broken for a moment. The hell?<br><br>Oh that bitch was probably gonna get it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 17:22:33</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, all her guests &amp; their slaves<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br>&nbsp;<br><br>I sitted, with my Darya, as she greeted her many guests. My arm slided around her waist, and I stroked her thigh, with my hand. Some times, I gived her shoulder, little nibbles, and kisses. I only standed and leaved my sexy mistress, when her drinks, they needed refreshing. I didn’t like going too far, from my Darya though. Some of her guests, they scared me, very much!<br>&nbsp;<br>One spoiled girl, she bringed her own mother, to Darya’s party, as her slave! And another man, he bringed his daughter! And the daughter, she looked very happy, like she wouldn’t mind sucking her daddy’s cock, in front of every one. I knowed, that such things, they always happened. But Darya, and my other mistresses, they always keeped such ugly things, a way from me. So when ever, I saw them? It always maked me ill, a little. I didn't think, I ever might get used, to such things.<br>&nbsp;<br>The other owners, they all bringed such pretty slaves. My cheeks growed red, from embarasments. I finded myself, thinking of playing with the slaves, and not their owners? The one doctor, he bringed a pretty blond slave, she looked very sad. And her eyes, they looked heavy, from drugs. I wanted, very much, for bringing her some where, and making her smile, for a while. Another owner, he bringed a Asian girl, with him, in a Star Wars out fit! My Darya never letted me play with such exotic pretty girls, before. I wondered, what the girl tasted like, when some one kissed her. I thought, her tongue might taste sweet, like straw berries.<br>&nbsp;<br>The owners, they acted very different, from my Darya. They all called their slave girls <em>it</em> and <em>cunt</em>, and smacked them, very hard. Every time, one acted cruel, to their girls, I flinched. I couldn't imagine, my Darya treating me that way. But I maked myself smile, and laugh at their jokes. I knowed I needed being, the pretty obediant slave, for my mistress. I wonder<br>&nbsp;<br>I crinched, when my Darya, she talked to the slave trader. My Darya, her tongue could be like the knife, cruel and cutting! But, I finded myself, watching the two slaves the trader bringed, to the party. One cute blond girl, she looked may be Russian, like me? I gived her, a small friendly wave. I hoped, may be, that my Darya would let me play, with her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Pretty music, it filled the air. I was very happy, for Darya inviting Mister Groves, to the party. My head, it bobbed, and my hips swayed, a little, to the music. And I smiled, when the girls singed with him, too. I looked a round, I saw some slave girls dancing, to the music too. So many people, and slaves, on the yacht, it was amazing!<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Would, would you like me pleasing Mister Groves?"</strong> I whispered, in my Darya's ear. <strong>"Or any, of your other guests, or their slaves?"</strong> I thought, that may be, she wanted me doing naughty things, with other slaves. So her guests, they might be entertained. Or, may be for using my slut mouth, for pleasing her male guests. But, I knowed I would do, what ever my Darya wanted!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 14:00:08</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br>Location: The Galaxy<br>With: Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; and an audience including Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson.<br><br>Mati's heart lifted at Paulette's voice, and the blending of their voices.&nbsp; Hell, she was so beautiful, and so talented, and yet her master seemed to treat her as if&nbsp; -<br><br>Don't go there, Mati.&nbsp; Who are you to judge?&nbsp; This world is as it is, and you need to find your place in it.<br><br>Which was partly a musical place.&nbsp; People – slaves and the free – seemed to have noticed what he was doing, now the beautiful slave had joined in.&nbsp; He stroked her hair: 'You were terrific,' he murmured.<br><br>There'd been a marvellous contrast, between the roughness of the words - <em>I don't want you but I need you</em> – and the purity of her expression.&nbsp; Even as he enjoyed her singing, for no-one had sung with him for months, he felt their difference.&nbsp; <br><br>He needed to find his place in this world.&nbsp; He needed a slave beside him.&nbsp; A slave of his own.&nbsp; Maybe one who sang a little dirty.<br><br>But what the heck: one more number, before he left.<br><br>He bent to her.&nbsp; He liked her musky scent.&nbsp; 'We'll do Bowie's <em>I would be your slave.</em>&nbsp; If you don't know the lyrics, find a harmonising <em>Oooooo</em>.&nbsp; But if you know the words, sing them...'<br><br>He played the descending chords of the intro, smiled in a way he'd forgotten he knew how to smile to an audience, and began: 'Walking in the snowy street, Let me understand...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 23:05:51</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Matti Groves; the audience<br><br>Paulette remembered why Matti Groves was so well renowned as they sang.&nbsp; He picked up her melody and wove a harmony with her that added both his voice and the piano in a performance that was technically and emotionally flawless.&nbsp; As she sang Paulette let her troubles and the ache in her body subside to the near background and sang.<br><br>As the song wound down she took a deep breath and looked up at the beautiful ceiling, the music still stirring her.&nbsp; When Matti stroked her hair and murmured to her she looked back at him and nodded, her eyes shining with a complex mix of emotions.&nbsp; She whispered to him but loud enough for her master to hear; "Thank you Master Groves, you are truly better than even your wonderful reputation suggested."<br><br>She nodded to him, biting her lip cutely and glancing at Dr. Okanjo not for permission for he had already told her to sing but in a hint of fear at the words of the song.&nbsp; Stepping up next to Matti with a natural movement she placed her hand on his shoulder and swayed with the introduction.&nbsp; Paulette's posture did not become more upright or rigid for despite her slavery she always held herself proudly even on all fours.&nbsp; Rather she seemed to relax and flow into the role of a singer in a high end party.<br><br>Her voice rang out with a haunting, alto lilt that did not ape Bowie but rather honored his legacy and musical genius.&nbsp; Paulette carried the song and made it her own without violating the meaning or the memory.<br><br>She stood still and her face grew abstract and introspective.<br><br><em>Walking in the snowy street<br>Let me understand<br>Drifting down a silent park<br>Stumbling over land<br>Open up your heart to me<br>Show me who you are<br>And I would be your slave</em><br><br>Her hands ran over Matti's shoulders and then she moved forward to stand near the front of the piano to position herself near Dr. Okanjo.&nbsp; She met his eyes for a moment and then looked away.&nbsp; Her tone soared as the refrain came through.<br><br><em>Do you sleep in quietude?<br>Do you walk in peace?<br>Do you laugh out loud at me?<br>No one else that is free<br>Open up your heart to me<br>Show me all you are<br>And I would be your slave</em><br><br>As she sang those who listened astutely could tell that she had shifted and was singing to another that was not in the room as well as to Matti and Dr. Okanjo.<br><br><em>I don't sit around and wait<br>I don't give a damn<br>I don't see the point at all<br>No footprints in the sand</em><br><br>Paulette stepped forward into the open area in front of the piano and sang.&nbsp; Her voice was not loud but her range from alto to soprano carried with consummate skill.&nbsp; Her face remained introspective and a bit sad but as if the sadness and thoughts were in another world separate from the song and the moment.<br><br><em>I bet you laugh out loud at me<br>A chance to strike me down<br>Give me peace of mind at last<br>Show me all you are<br>Open up your heart to me<br>And I would be your slave</em><br><br>She returned to Matti as the song reached the final refrain.&nbsp; Her tone turned intense and haunting without being oppressive or gauche.&nbsp; She was utterly confident and immersed in the song.&nbsp; By this point she was an extension of the piano and the refrain, guided by Matti's hands on the keys, his voice and the words of the song.&nbsp; Paulette was the song and the notes.<br><br><em>I don't sit and wait<br>I don't give a damn<br>I don't see the point at all<br>No footprints in the sand<br>I would give you all my love<br>Nothing else is free<br>Open up your heart to me<br>And I would be your slave<br></em><br><br>As she finished Paulette stood next to Matti.&nbsp; She stood tall, proud and her eyes shone as her breast heaved.&nbsp; At that moment it seemed she shone with accomplishment as Matti's phenomenal performance had transported her to a level she'd rarely reached.&nbsp; At this point anyone who had seen any kind of pop music might have recognized her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 00:21:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck of <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> With Kaelyn, Tillie, Marie-Clare, and Annalie; watching Paulette and Mati<br><br>Now this... this was unexpected.&nbsp; Apparently my little slave cunt was a singer, quite an accomplished one, and apparently a somewhat popular one, although I could not place her.&nbsp; I usually took notice of some of the more famous slutty ones.<br><br>She was good, very good, and I <em>felt</em> it.&nbsp; It made my skin have goosebumps, sent chills up my spine and made new connections in my brain.&nbsp; It was a feeling that hadn't come naturally, without drugs, in a long time.<br><br>I felt my eyes tearing up a bit and I even sniffled once.&nbsp; Before I knew it, I was the first one clapping at the end of the song.&nbsp; I had immense sense of pride in my slave, and yet a certain level of shame for not recognizing her talent and for being so cruel to her for so long.&nbsp; I would continue to use her like the cunt she was, but I would also showcase this new talent I was hearing for the first time.&nbsp; From now on, she would be doing so much more for me with her mouth than just sucking me off and swallowing my essence.&nbsp; <br><br>I made a mental note to finally open the folder I got from the Emperium with her data in it.&nbsp; Just how exactly did she end up being a slave, and why was she doing it?<br><br>Clearly, there was a connection between Mati and my slave.&nbsp; I would make sure to offer him a chance to borrow my slave so that she may practice singing some more, but it would be something I would say if his performance were really over.&nbsp; I had a feeling that more requests would be made.<br><br>I simply stood there with Kaelyn, Marie-Clare and their slaves, for a moment, still processing what I just witnessed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 01:09:29</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On the main deck of <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Kumiko, Chun, Nonami<br><br>Kumiko served me well, as always.&nbsp; Any command I gave her, she complied with the greatest effort and creativity.&nbsp; As she was on her knees between Chun and me, and I felt even more like Jabba the Hutt, lounging around lazily while my slave obeyed my every command, whether it was to fetch me something or dance for an audience.&nbsp; <br><br>I watched my Kumiko's chest heave as she breathed in and out, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples protruding against the silk of her metal framed bra, a nice sheen of sweat on her skin.&nbsp; Her knees were spread wide, exposing her thighs as the strip of red fabric hanging down from her waist pooled under her.&nbsp; Her braid of long black hair was hanging down in front of one shoulder.&nbsp; Her back was arched in a most appetizingly submissive way.&nbsp; <br><br>I could tell she must have had an orgasm recently, perhaps even giving one to a lucky bystander as well.&nbsp; I would make her tell me about it, then spank her for being naughty, then spank her some more for enjoying the spanking, all while reminding her what would happen if... no... when... she "misbehaved" again.<br><br>After admiring Chun, I made eye contact with Kumiko and tilted my head toward the Asian slave on the floor who was just disciplined by a man and defended by Chun.&nbsp; She may have been full Japanese judging by her fair porcelain skin and big tits.<br><br>I took out a device and aimed it at her collar.&nbsp; I hit the "interrogate" button and my eyebrows raised as I smiled.<br><br><strong>"Oh, my, Kumiko, looks like we have a slave with a collar set to 0.&nbsp; That means she can be used and abused in any manner whatsoever.&nbsp; If I gave you permission to do what you like to her, what kinds of things would you do?"</strong><br><br>I made sure to speak loud enough that the slave would know I was speaking of her.&nbsp; I expected Kumiko to follow my lead.&nbsp; While Kumiko enjoyed a little cruelty once in a while and plenty of rough sex, my impression was that Kumiko was the type who would relish and savor another woman in a pleasureable, not painful, way.<br><br>As Kumiko spoke, I aimed the device at Kumiko's collar, interrogating it.&nbsp; I remembered to set it earlier for setting 3 - visual display and touching.&nbsp; I wanted the guests to enjoy my slave, making her pose or otherwise move to please them as well as let them touch her without penetration.&nbsp; <br><br>I showed her the remote, keeping my finger on the plus button.&nbsp; I hit it once, changing it from a 3 to a 4.&nbsp; I pushed the "set" button.<br><br><strong>"There we go.&nbsp; Okay, Kumiko, now you're at the setting where any free man... or <em>woman</em>...,"</strong> I looked at Chun for emphasis, <strong>"may use you for visual display, touching <em>and</em> kissing."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 02:11:11</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy main deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn, Maman-cunt, Doctor Okanjo, Others at the party.<br><hr><br>Kaelyn mentioned that Daddy always spoiled me, and I suppose he did. But of course if he didn't I'd be just another girl-with-a-collar being fucked by her incestuous parent. As it was, I was the incestuous one fucking mamman-with-a-collar. "Oh yes, Kaelyn. It's such fun. Isn't it, Maman-Cunt? Tell Miss Kaelyn how much fun we are having?" I smirked and then, in reply to her offer, I gave her a hug. "Thank you, Kaelyn, that would be wonderful"<br><br>Then the doctor guy described this drug that sounded really weird. "Um, no, I think I'll pass if you don't mind"<br><br>Kaelyn suggested our slaves get better acquainted and I giggled. "Oh that would be a wonderful idea. Would you like her to try now? Or perhaps we could save them for later, when we have some time to ourselves?" I grinned and giggled.<br><br>Her new slave displayed for me and I smiled at it. "Delicious. I love the way you have it dressed too. Those jewels are divine!"<br><br>And then the musician distracted her, there seemed to be some sort of disturbance going on and I got really rather confused. "Maman-Cunt, Hands and knees. I wish to sit."<br><br>As soon as my slave was in position, I sat on her nice soft bottom, and waited to see what was happening...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:37:33</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie. Darya &amp; Valentia. Callie &amp; Nonami. Linda. Chun. Darius &amp; Kumiko.<br><hr><br>Rayn felt Chun's fingers gripping his wrist tightly before he saw her, she moved with startling speed to defend the slave. His eyes widened as she began to dig into his wrist and spoke in such a disrespectful tone. He felt his love stir in his lap and he put his free hand on her shoulder and pulled her back into his chest as she spoke, a repeat of the Emperium would not be fitting on a free woman. When Chun released him he saw her head fall, obviously repentant that she had stepped out of line. It was not one free persons place to tell another how to treat their property.<br><br>When her eyes fell down Rayn reached out, softly touching her arm. Motioning Rosalie off his lap and standing. "It's okay my dear." He said with a sincere smile "I'm sure this must all be quite a culture shock for you... I felt the need to do it myself in my first few days in Monaco. Did you know Egypt is a free state as well." He spoke sympathetically. "Just know what I did was for her own benefit, she's in training you see... One has to be tough on them, or else they might end up with a dissatisfied Master who is far crueler." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Now I know Zhang would just hate it if we got off to the wrong foot... I have a little business to attend to, but how about I show you around Monaco in a few days, perhaps even tomorrow. Help you adjust." He waited for her reply before turning to the slaves on the floor. "Stay." He said simply to them, knowing they were in good care, and still in sight. He gave Rosalie a kiss on the cheek, moving the veil aside. "Look after the merchandise princess." With that he allowed Linda to pull him away to a private area.<br><br>Rayn Listened to her predicament, looking over at the four new slaves she had procured. "Yea, I think Ryujji is trying to go straight now. You're not exactly selling her to me Linda...She seems like a lot of trouble." He saw that look on her face and sighed. "Fine, I'll give you 15000 for her." After some complaint and haggling they settled on a price. "Fine... because your a friend, 18000, and hey, this invite to this lovely party I got you." He laughed, shaking her hand and kissing both her cheeks. It was probably a little over a third of what all four girls would be worth. But on the other hand the property was so hot no other trader would touch it for miles, and those who would probably wouldn't pay half of what Rayn would. "The things I do for friends eh?" <br><br>Rayn stood with Linda and listened to Paulette sing. "She's good isn't she?" He whispered, applauding as she finished.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 20:53:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani, Darya Lysina, Linda Tuchamba, Chun Jiao, everyone else<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br><br>Rosalie felt her daddy's hand prevent her from further movement, and stilled. She felt him draw her back against his chest, quietly nuzzling as if to apologize. She wanted to strike the woman, but she knew better. She sat in her beloved's lap as she heard him speak to Chun. She stayed against her daddy until he motioned for her to move off of his lap. She did so obediently, keeping her head down and being on her best behavior. <br><br>She felt a bit of jealousy at the idea of daddy showing Chun around town, but now was not the time. She hoped she'd go along, if nothing else but to be sure that Chun wouldn't try to strike at him again. But the woman seemed to feel badly for acting like she had, and things seemed to be back on track. She felt quite happy when she felt her love's lips press to her cheek. "Rosalie won't let them out of her sight!" she said, nodding and keeping watch as Rayn went off to speak with Linda. She was glad not to be going, Linda gave her shivers up and down her spine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:08:56</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, C Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare Lisson's slave Annalie Rachel Lisson; Kaelyn's slave Tillie LeBon<br><br><hr><br>Marie-Claire's enthusiasm was contagious and Kaelyn smiled at her young friend. "<strong>I am amenable to using your slave whenever you wish, even now if it makes you happy.</strong>" She looked down at the disgraced woman and shook her head scornfully at her. It would take a while to become accustomed to treating her as the slave she was and no longer thinking of her as an equal. "<strong>Tell you what, why don't we set them up somewhere that they can entertain us all?</strong>"<br><br>While she was excited at the prospect of breaking her slut in, she was easily distracted by the pianist and his words. And then Okello offered her voice as possible accompaniment, as if he owned it, causing Kaelyn to flush lightly in annoyance but she managed a soft smile. "<strong>Unfortunately I can't sing at all, as much as it pains me to admit.</strong>"<br><br>She waited silently as Graves walked off with Okello's slave and then turned a dark look towards him. "<strong>Please refrain from offering me up as if I am yours, I am noone's.</strong>" Although he had probably meant nothing by it, she was slightly miffed at his words.<br><br>Before she could say anything a soft, clear voice rung out and Kaelyn watched, dumbstruck, as the slave began to sing beautifully. There was something about its voice that caught her attention and she furrowed her eyebrows while trying to figure it out. It was like with the famed Mati Groves, she recognized the voice, but couldn't place a name to it. The music ended and Kaelyn clapped lightly.<br><br>"<strong>Your slave does have quite the beautiful voice. I'm not sure why it seems so familiar, but I know that I've heard it before.</strong>" Her voice was light and she glanced at Okello with a wry smile. "<strong>Do forgive my earlier harshness, I have just never taken easily to a man acting as you do.</strong>"<br><br>The music started up again and the blonde slave began to sing again, the words a haunting melody that seemed to etch themselves into the slut's face. Frustrated with not being able to figure out why the voice was so familiar, Kaelyn pulled out her cell phone and brought up her favorite search engine. It took the entirety of the song but by the end she finally had a name to place with the voice.<br><br>"<strong>Okello, do tell me why you had failed to mention that your slave is the lovely, and former, Miss Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon?</strong>" When she looked back at the cunt, her gaze showed a deep hunger, and she licked her lips in anticipation. "<strong>Is your offer for me to use her still open? If so, I will definitely be taking you up on it once she's done singing.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Marie-Claire, are you still up to having your slave fucked? I'm sure little Tillie here will enjoy the exercise and warm-up.</strong>" Kaelyn petted her slut's head and nodded at the kneeling slave Marie-Claire was sitting on. "<strong>I'm sure we can find something appropriate for them to use.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 08:08:20</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br>Location: The Galaxy<br>With: Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; and an audience including (now NPC) Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson.<br><br>Mati wondered if he'd underestimated Paulette.&nbsp; In the first song he'd thought Paulette's voice almost too pure, too lyrical for what she sang.<br><br>But n the second, there were such dark ironies that he heard when she almost spoke 'I would be your slave'...and the sorrow of 'I bet you laugh out loud at me'...and a sort of terrible hopelessness behind 'I would give you all my love'...<br><br>He could see that even her owner Okanjo was surprised.&nbsp; Although he was only tepidly joining in the applause, the man's eyes were wide with possibilities.&nbsp; Maybe he was thinking of the value of his 'cunt' now he'd heard her sing.&nbsp; His value to Mati, perhaps?<br><br>Mati didn't give her direct praise.&nbsp; But he smiled, and squeezed her hand, and said, 'Hey, I think I said two songs, but they like us, so let's give 'em an encore.&nbsp; 'Everybody hurts'...Give me space to croak the first verse, then join me on 'Don't let yourself go'.&nbsp; After that I'll leave the song to you.'<br><br>He saw a few of the slaves and free folk near them quieten as they recognised the opening chords...&nbsp; <br><br><em><em>When your day is long<br>And the night, the night is yours alone<br>When you're sure you've had enough<br>Of this life, well hang on<br><br>Don't let yourself go<br>'Cause everybody cries<br>And everybody hurts sometime</em>s </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 02:18:54</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-914-minifacecloseup.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NONAMI KITIGANI</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, at Rayn's feet<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Callie Shaw and others<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 0<br><br>Almost as quickly as Nonami's face was pressed into her owners shoes there was a shuffle of movement, the slapping sound of palm to skin and an outburst from a female voice which bore an accent which Nonami easily recognized as Chinese. The voice itself didn't draw her attention, but that the Chinese was protesting in her favor. Nonami dared a look to see the woman gripping her owners wrist and a furious expression on her face. For a moment Nonami began to fear for this woman, after what Rayn had done to herself over her own outburst Nonami would wish that no such thing could ever happen to any other woman again. Yet after only a few short seconds the woman released her grip sat back down and offered an apology. As Nonami's owner explained to the Chinese woman his version of what all this was about, Nonami began to fear less for the Chinese and more that she herself may be punished for the Chinese woman's 'misbehavior'. Nonami couldn't imagine her owner was even capable of forgiveness, even less so being the misogynist he most assuredly was. It was doubtless in Nonami's mind she would be punished severely for the Chinese woman's transgression.<br><br>Once her owner left Nonami was soon staring more intently at the Chinese woman. Part of Nonami wanted to believe the Chinese was sincere, she would have done anything for a person she could trust in this world. Nonami knew in this world though, no one could be trusted, not truley, especially by a slave. She turned her head aside, away from the firm gaze she had held on the Chinese for several seconds. She could never trust anyone here she knew. Still China had never adopted the misogynistic policies of slavery of Nonami's own country and indeed the world over, perhaps the Chinese was driven by a sincere concern for Nonami's own well being. She peered at again, this time at the Chinese woman's feet as she pondered this, her thoughts leading again into inevitable pessimism's again before being interrupted.<br><br>Without her Master here she knew the boy, barely out of his teens, had every right to do what he pleased with her. She had never wanted more to be in the presence of the misogynist who owned her. Nonami had never wanted this and she could imagine the awful things these people would do to her. She ground her knuckles into the carpet as she hung onto every word the young Master and his slave said. She could feel herself breathing heavily and the dampness of fear induced sweat collecting above her brow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 09:50:18</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Matti Groves; the audience<br><br>Paulette finished the song and stood silently for a moment.&nbsp; She saw the change in Dr. Okanjo's expression and wondered if he was truly seeing something more in her than just a slave to be used.&nbsp; Not that she deserved any better for her guilt still pursued her with fiery wings.&nbsp; Looking out at the audience she noted that several of them at least recognized her and she fought the urge to hang her head in shame.&nbsp; No... part of her punishment was to absorb the humiliation.<br><br>She looked over at Matti as he squeezed her hand.&nbsp; Paulette met his eyes for a moment and then lowered them even as she flashed a faint smile.&nbsp; She nodded to him as he called out their next song.&nbsp; Paulette had started in small venues with a single accompanist so she was familiar with entertaining in this fashion.<br><br>Paulette stood, swaying slightly as the music washed over her and the words moved through the air like something alive.&nbsp; They captured her emotions, her attitude so perfectly that she wondered if this man knew her situation or could read her mind.&nbsp; Yet those thoughts were fleeting as she was swept away by the chords.&nbsp; Joining in on the second chorus she let her voice join Matti's, keeping herself in her lower register to match the mood of the song.<br><br><em>Don't let yourself go<br>'Cause everybody cries<br>And everybody hurts sometimes</em><br><br>Her voice rang with emotion as it blended with Matti's.&nbsp; She had found his measure during the first two songs much as he had hers and she was able to anticipate his tones and pauses.&nbsp; She felt the words and channeled her feelings, the loss, the confusion and hurt into her voice.<br><br><em>Sometimes everything is wrong<br>Now it's time to sing along<br>When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)<br>If you feel like letting go (hold on)<br>When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on</em><br><br>Paulette was back in the car wreck, her eyes misty and focused on a distant point above and beyond the glitter of the yacht and the party goers.&nbsp; She slipped into the melody, letting him handle the echos and refrain.&nbsp; The audience could almost taste her regret and sorrow as her actions caused the death of her lover and manager or so she believed.<br><br><em>Everybody hurts<br>Take comfort in your friends.<br>Everybody hurts<br>Don't throw your hand. Oh, no<br>Don't throw your hand<br>If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone</em><br><br>There was incredible restraint in her voice as she hit the treble but did not turn maudlin as would be so natural with this song.&nbsp; Her pacing and tone were not exactly like REM but again rather something that she wove brand new with Matti.&nbsp; Paulette stepped out in front of the audience and met the eyes of those around her.&nbsp; Paulette came in front of Nonami and seemed to be sharing the fear and hurt with her.<br><br><em>If you're on your own in this life<br>The days and nights are long<br>When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on</em><br><br>Paulette turned back and stood near Matti at the keyboard and placed a hand on his shoulder as if seeking union with him, as if melding them musically through her touch.&nbsp; He could feel the emotion vibrating through her.&nbsp; Her experience in the Institute vibrated through her words, the loss and hopelessness echoed and she raised her hands slightly, palms up in supplication.<br><br><em>Well, everybody hurts sometimes<br>Everybody cries<br>And everybody hurts sometimes<br>And everybody hurts sometimes</em><br><br>As she moved into the refrain, toward the finale Paulette stepped out again and faced the audience.&nbsp; Her eyes glistened with the intensity of her emotion.&nbsp; She felt the self hate, loathing and sorrow flow through her in a twisted, black strand and leave her mouth as sounds of beauty and depth.<br><br><em><br>So, hold on, hold on<br>Hold on, hold on<br>Hold on, hold on<br>(Hold on, hold on)</em><br><br>Paulette hugged herself as she met the eyes of each and every person in the audience that would look at her.&nbsp; For this moment there was no master and slave for her just the music and emotion that she channeled.<br><br><em>Everybody hurts<br>You are not alone</em><br><br>She held the final note just briefly and then stood mutely, her arms still cross over her chest in silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 09:26:54</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner, Kaelyn<br><hr><br>I looked back over my shoulder as I bent in my lewd position and nodded to Kaelyn.&nbsp; I knew this woman socially and now I was nude and exposed to her by my bitch daughter.&nbsp; I replied as ordered in a low monotone.&nbsp; "I am having a wonderful time mistress Kaelyn."&nbsp; I shuddered to think of being given to Kaelyn's slave but that would be better than being used by the Bitch I guess.<br><br>I looked back at my daughter and grimaced but got down on my hands and knees. It was better than being bent over and spread so I assumed the humiliating position and kept my head down as best I could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 21:24:38</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Galaxy<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette Lisette saint-Simon; and an audience including (now NPC) Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Kaelyn's friend, Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson.<br><br>Paulette stood, hugging herself, after her song.&nbsp; Yes, her song: Mati felt as if he'd been merely an instrument for her performance.&nbsp; The audience held its breath for a moment, then applauded.<br><br>Except for her Master Okanjo, of course.&nbsp; He was turning away, intent on some phone call that he just had to attend to in the middle of the night, in the middle of her brilliant performance.<br><br>As the applause died away, Mati put his arm round Paulette.&nbsp; 'You were terrific,' he whispered, yet even as he complimented her, his gentle pressure on her shoulders forced her to kneel.&nbsp; 'Ladies and gentlemen,' he said, 'I've been Mati Groves, with special guest Paulette!'<br><br>He left her kneeling there.&nbsp; Okanjo had gone out on deck.&nbsp; By the time Mati reached him, he was clicking off his phone, and about to return to the party.&nbsp; 'You make quite a pair,' said Okanjo.&nbsp; 'We have business to discuss....'<br><br><div align="center">*</div><br>Twenty minutes later Mati returned, a little woozy on the champagne he'd drunk with Okanjo.&nbsp; The pretty, no, beautiful slave was still kneeling there, waiting.<br><br>He crouched in front of her, his fingers under her chin.&nbsp; 'It seems your Master has been called away on business.&nbsp; Or perhaps he just smelt good business on me.&nbsp; Anyway, for a not inconsiderable sum, for a struggling artist like myself,' he paused for the wry smile but she was too deeply enslaved perhaps, her expression didn't change, 'I've acquired you on rental with an option to purchase.&nbsp; You'll be delivered to me at breakfast time, it seems.'<br><br>There was a kiss on the forehead.&nbsp; That was all.&nbsp; He left her there, to Okanjo's tender mercies, saying thank you to one or two people, accepting a card for a slave trader, promising yes that he'd be around for more engagements in Monaco.&nbsp; No but he really had to be going.&nbsp; Another glass of champagne?&nbsp; Oh, very well then...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 11:49:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> By the piano, Deck B<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing, Rayn Assad<br><hr><br>Never try and haggle with an Arab, unless you are one yourself...Both Rayn and myself have North African blood somewhere in our veins, of that I'm certain. He offered me something ridiculously low, I complained that I would go out of business at that price and he might just as well put the collar around my neck and have done and the lowest I could afford was this... And we finally met slightly below the middle, which is more-or-less what I had expected.<br><br>I took his hand on the deal, endured his kisses, pocketed his personal cheque and handed him the leash attached to Veronica's collar.<br><br>That done I turned to listen to the girl sing. "Oh she is magnificent. Did I just hear someone say she was a professional singer? How on earth did she ..." I didn't finish the sentence. Just because a woman had money didn't necessarily mean she could buy her freedom, after all. I let out a soft sigh and pulled my Natalya close. "Wouldn't you love to be able to sing like that?" I asked the slave, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Yes, I had my tender moments. "A bird in a gilded cage", I quipped.<br><br>I smiled at Rayn, and, with a giggle, said, "Yes, thanks for the invite, although I think I'd probably feel more comfortable below decks with the crew! In fact I am seriously tempted to go check out the engine room on this baby!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 12:12:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy deck B, moving to Deck A<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn, Maman-cunt, Others at the party.<br><hr><br>Listening to the slave sing was heavenly and as soon as Kaelyn named her I recognised her voice myself. "Oh I remember her! Papa has all of her records, and a big poster of her on the wall of his study." I giggled, suddenly realising something. "You know, it's a shame Papa isn't here, I'm sure he would pay Dr Okanjo a tidy sum just to borrow her for half an hour or so..." I felf Maman-cunt squirm a little under me and slapped her hard on the rump. "Now, do keep still, chair! Oh dear. You just can't get decent furniture these days". I giggled again and stood up, looking around.<br><br>"Why not just over there? Isn't that a jacuzzi? Let's have Maman-cunt lean over the edge of the Jacuzzi, with her arse in the air, and have your sweet littte cunt fuck her from behind?" I slapped Maman-cunt hard on the soft wobbly cushions. "Move, Maman-cunt."<br><br>I looked around and spotted a member of the crew of the Yacht. At least she looked like crew. "You, cunt. Fetch me a roll of strong tape, you know, duct tape or something? I'm sure you <em>must</em> have something like that on a boat this size for repairing things? Yes? good."<br><br>I had to wait a few minutes for the tape to arrive, but when it did I grinned and swiftly taped Mama-cunt's ankles to her thighs, and then taped her wrists together behind her back, so she was hooked over the edge of the jacuzzi, balanced unsupported on her tummy. Maman-cunt was having difficulty keeping her face out of the warm water, and I think it was only her magnificent tits keeping her afloat. I smirked at Kaelyn. "Do you suppose your slave can fuck mine without drowning her in the bath?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 12:26:08</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The yacht <em>Galaxy</em>, Deck B, then deck A<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, Marie-Clare Lisson, Annalie Rachel Lisson, Others at the party.<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 2<br><hr><br>Being made to drink the glass of champagne I'd handed to mistress was a subtle but clear message. <em>Bad, slave, don't do that.</em> Mistress knew my bladder was still full, and she knew i wouldn't want to drink anything if I could avoid it.<br><br>I displayed myself willingly at her command, smiling happily at her companions, giving myself a little shake so the pretty bells attached to me jingled merrily. And then mistress suggested that I be used to put on a show with Miss Lisson's slave. That was something I hadn't expected, and I blushed hotly, but if that was what Mistress wanted, I would do it. I watched as Miss Lisson made her slave - was it really her mother? - as she made her slave ready, and then looked to Mistress for instructions. No way was I going to do anything without instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 07:59:54</strong>
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				(http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u639/xfallenfeatherx/Chun%20Jiao/miko7-avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Chun Jiao</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Nonami Kitagani, Darius Fair, and everyone else. <br><hr>Chun bowed to Rayn as he spoke, trying hard to not pull away from his touch. She started to, but visibly stopped herself. Her arms were shaking from the effort and she bit her lip in what was probably a most delicious way, but to her it was to keep from speaking out and digging herself into a deeper hole. There was no need to punish anyone! A happy person was a helpful person. That was how her company worked in slave countries: if the slaves were happy, they did a good job. A country with a loved ruler was more prosperous than a country with a feared ruler. Fear could only control for so long before the people revolted. It never worked. Chun so badly wanted to say something, but she held her tongue, a visible effort. <br><br>His last words seemed like a subtle threat to Chun: do what I say or I’ll tell on you to Zhang. It was oddly child-like. But still, Chun’s lips were thin lines as she accepted the invitation. What could she do? Say no? The way Rayn said it, it was clearly not an option to refuse. “<strong>Ah… yes, that sounds like a great idea.</strong>” Her voice was soft, eyes still down. She would go. More than likely she wouldn’t like it, but the alternative was far worse than just one bad day around the town.<br><br>Chun jumped when the boy beside her patted her hands. He stopped just before she could pull away. Instead, she curled her fingers into a small fist. She finally looked up at him from beneath her lashes as he spoke. Was her behavior really that different? People just looked the other way? How was that any better than anarchy? They acted like primates! No, that wasn’t fair. Even primates had standards and didn’t enslave and rape each other.<br><br>Chun’s freshly manicured nails dug into her palm with frustration. From this one night, Chun had become eternally grateful for her birth right. Just by being born in a different country, she didn’t have to deal with the trials of slavery. She had been free to pursue what she wanted instead of having to be at the beck and call of a man, forced to do whatever he wanted her to. It was a horrible prospect and Chun shuddered at the thought that she had barely escaped that.<br><br>As Darius spoke, attempting to get his slave girl to get a drink, Chun vehemently refused. She wasn’t thirsty and she definitely wasn’t going to drink. Not that she ever drank, but this was certainly not a time to start. Even though she said no, the boy insisted, ordering his slave to get her some kind of alcoholic beverage. Chun still refused. Even when the girl came back and pushed the glass in Chun’s hand, she didn’t drink it. And certainly when she tried to touch her feet by removing her shoes, Chun quickly slipped her feet beneath her, being even more obviously oriental. It took a while, but the pair finally got bored of Chun, leaving her to find something more entertaining, seemingly to dance on the deck. Chun put down the class and was left to her own thoughts once more, hoping the night to be over soon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 08:11:15</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em> on Deck B<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Matti Groves; the audience<br><br>Paulette nodded absently to Mati's compliments.&nbsp; She was still lost in her song as the applause settled around them.&nbsp; Smiling absently to the audience as well to him she willingly knelt.&nbsp; It seemed to Mati that much of her was elsewhere.&nbsp; Silent she endured the 20 minutes until Mati's return.&nbsp; Several of the guests had engaged her in conversation or even taunted her but Paulette retained a sense of distant dignity that was unusual in a slave.&nbsp; She stayed silent as she watched the heavy set, older woman pushed over the side of the jacuzzi in preparation for being used.<br><br>When Mati returned she looked up at him without a word.&nbsp; There was actually nothing to be said and so she remained silent.&nbsp; As he left she pondered her fate with this new master.&nbsp; As Dr. Okanjo returned she let out a small sigh and then crawled off at his command.&nbsp; She spent the next several hours being given to the caterers and crew of the ship before being taken off much later by a satisfied but distracted Dr. Okanjo for preparation for delivery in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 08:22:09</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner, Kaelyn<br><hr><br>I shuddered with humiliation under the hand of the Bitch but nothing like what I felt as she prodded me to crouch over the jacuzzi.&nbsp; I wanted to protest, to fight but the memory of my earlier punishment at her hands was enough to force me to accept this latest indignity.&nbsp; I laid over the edge of the pool, my fleshy thighs parted to expose my wet and swollen sex and jiggling, massive ass cheeks.&nbsp; Fortunately my stomach was well padded and cushioned the weight of my body.<br><br>Gasping and choking I strove to find a balance that would let me breath and ended up bobbing and swaying as I tried to keep my head above water.&nbsp; My fear mounted as I was bound hand and foot and truly lost all control over myself.&nbsp; It was with near terror that I awaited what the Bitch would have her slave do to me...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 16:04:26</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darya Lysina</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting on the sun deck of <em>The Galaxy</em><br><strong>With:</strong> Myshka and some slaves.<br><br>Was everybody now prancing around this slave girl who thought she could sing? Bah. Slave or not, my Myshka was by far better than this... this... ARGH! I was ready to kick them all off my ship. Situations like this made me very uncomfortable and I'm sure Myshka was feeling my mood swing rather rapidly as I was gritting my teeth. When the slave stopped singing I relaxed a bit again and talked to lots of people I never met, all complimenting me for a good party, a nice yacht and experienced and friendly crew.<br><br>Myshka sat by my side the entire time, looking absolutely gorgeous and when the evening turned to night, I wanted to see more of her. I got up and motioned Myshka to follow me. All around the ship, vulgair things were going on and sloppy sounds, moans and screams filled the bowels of the ship. Petty whores no doubt. My Myshka was SO much better. <br><br>We got to my suite and I locked the door behind us.<br><br><strong>"You're going to dance for me and my guests Myshka. A nice erotic show. Here is the key to the cabinet, pick whatever clothes you like and music."</strong><br><br>I handed her a key and showed her which closets to open and then sat down and took off my shoes. As I watched Myshka go through the clothes I've bought for her over the years, I laid down on the bed a bit, listening to all the sounds around me. Over the ship's phoneline I called the head of the crew and told him to bring some spotlights to the sundeck and to have a pole ready in case Myshka needed a pole for her act.<br><br><strong>"How's it going little one?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 17:57:44</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> by the Piano <br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Linda, Rayn Assad, that slave girl<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> um?<br><br><br>Seriously? No beating? What ever, these little bitches on this boat were probably so fucking spoiled. UGH! It made me sick to think of how ill-kept they were. At least MY captain knew how to punish a girl when she deserved it! I got up gracefully, remembering to keep my face clear of any signs of the turbulence that was going on inside of me and yanked the slave at my side up to her feet, closely following after Mistress as we finally made it over to the piano. I calmed down again as I forced the girl to kneel and then knelt beside her, focusing on the music. I wondered if that girl had ever sung somewhere before, before being owned by who ever owned her now. I closed my eyes and listened, both to the music and the haggling that was going on before me. I liked listening to things like that, my mother had been good at this, and my Mistress was extremely talented at it as well. <br><br>I lifted the leash up to Mistress before her hand could even motion for it. Because I was a damned good slave and knew what my Mistress wanted before she even had to ask for it, how many of these bitches could say the same? I stood when he left and my Mistress pulled me in against her. I think there was going to be a good hard fuck tonight if Mistress was really pleased with the results of the sale. <br><br>When she asked me if I would have wanted to sing like that I nodded my head and laid it against her side, the song was done soon and it was clear that so was the music that the man was playing. I let my lips twitch downward in disappointment for a moment before they were gone, quickly as they'd appeared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 01:59:08</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy, C Deck, A Deck<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare Lisson's slave Annalie Rachel Lisson; Kaelyn's slave Tillie LeBon; Rayn Assad; Linda Tuchamba<br><br><hr><br>The slut finished singing, an odd expression on its face and Kaelyn turned to Okello, waiting for his reply. He gave her a shrug and gestured in the direction of the deck, "<em>I have some business to take ccare of.</em>" With that he was gone, not even giving her a backwards glance. Kaelyn rolled her eyes and turned back to Marie-Claire as the girl stood up. While it bothered her that he'd so easily dismissed her, she wasn't going to worry or cry over it, instead she focus on the cunts she had and the one her friend was more than willing to display.<br><br>At the mention of the Jacuzzi Kaelyn gave a wicked smile and started walked toward where Marie-Claire was readying her slave. As the slave that had handed the girl the tape passed by, Kaelyn stopped it and gave her an order, telling it to bring something from one of the rooms that she knew Darya would have provided for her guests.<br><br>"<em>Do you suppose your slave can fuck mine without drowning her in the bath?</em>"<br><br>"<strong>I would hope so, as I'd hate to have to pay for it otherwise.</strong>" She had to admit that Annalie looked splendid spread out and tied like that and she had to commend Marie-Claire's father for the lovely present he had given his beloved daughter. "<strong>You have quite the luscious slut, darling, I'm sure you'll get every ounce of enjoyment out of it that you can suck from it.</strong>" Her wink was rather cheesy but being around the younger woman brought it out in her.<br><br>The crew slave came back and carefully bowed its head as it handed Kaelyn a sturdy looking strap-on set. It wasn't exactly something that she would use, but since Tillie would be the one donning it, she didn't care.<br><br>"<strong>Tillie, up.</strong>" A simple gesture for it to get up and she stepped around her slut to quickly attach the strap on, making sure that the clit stimulator would hit her little slave just right. From the satin clutch she held under her arm she took out a small pill and forced it into Tillie's mouth. With the dose of Venus from earlier and this second one, Tillie would be quite desperate to come soon enough. "<strong>Kneel behind the cunt.</strong>"<br><br>She waited as her little slave did as ordered and then stood behind it, her hand tight at its throat. Kaelyn bent down and whispered into Tillie's ear. "<strong>Don't you dare come until I've given you the order. Fuck this bitch until either I or Mistress Marie-Claire tells you to stop. Oh, and darling, make sure you fuck it <em>hard</em>.</strong>"<br><br>With her free hand she reached down and directed the large, pink, dildo into Annalie's waiting pussy. After making sure it was all the way inside, she put her hand on Tillie's hip and started moving it, giving it an idea of the rhythm it needed to keep, not to fast, but not to slow and slamming in hard with each return stroke. As a final thought she took both of her slave's hands and placed them at the small of its back with a firm squeeze at the wrists. Hopefully Tillie would get the message that it wasn't to move them from that position at all.<br><br>Finally Kaelyn stepped back to stand beside Marie-Claire, smiling as she watched her little slave fucking the voluptuous cunt that belonged to her friend. "<strong>They are quite amazing together, aren't they? You'll definitely have to bring your slave to the brothel soon. There's so much there than you can use on it and I'd love to watch.</strong>"<br><br>Off to the side Kaelyn saw Rayn and after a quick excuse for Marie-Claire and a promise to return quickly, she walked over to him. He was standing with Tuchamba, a woman that Kaelyn'd had dealings with before. She didn't speak to her, just gave a formal nod and focused on Rayn. "<strong>Bonsoir</strong><sup>1</sup><strong>, Monsieur. How are you? Enjoying the party I hope?</strong>"<br><br><br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> Good evening.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:35:45</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The yacht <em>Galaxy</em> Deck A<br><strong>With:</strong> Mistress, Marie-Clare Lisson, Annalie Rachel Lisson, Others at the party.<br><strong>Restrictor Collar:</strong> 2<br><hr><br>I stood when Mistress commanded me to, and looked on with interest as the dildo was strapped to my abdomen. This was not what I was expecting, but it certainly was interesting. Mistress aligned it so that this little rough bit was against my sensitive bud. I stifled a soft sigh as I felt it move. The other slave's backside was huge compared to mine and I was actually wondering what this would feel like. Mistress made me kneel behind her and pushed a pill into my mouth. I wondered for a moment what it was, but then suddenly I felt .... HOT! Oh Mon Dieu! I needed to cum so very, very desperately. And I knew she had given me a Venus dose. That was so deliciously cruel of her that I determined to wet myself as soon as we were alone, just so she could enjoy punishing me.<br><br>I began moviong in and out the way Mistress showed me, ramming the dildo hard into the deep, soft folds of the other slave. Oh my, that felt so good. I wondered if Mistress would ever let me do this to her. I kept my hands on my back, where Mistress had put them. It felt wonderful to slap my belly against the fat, soft bottom of the older woman. I was going to cum, I knew, before the evening was out and I concentrated on the fact that my bladder was being squeezed by every thrust, so that I could ward off the inevitable.<br><br>Slow pulling out, hard in, slow out, hard in. The older slave didn't seem to be enjoying this as much as I. That was a pity. If our positions had been reversed - and maybe they would be before the evening was out? If they had been, I would have been really enjoying the experience.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:52:54</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar04.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Galaxy deck A<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn, Maman-cunt, Others at the party.<br><hr><br>Watching Kaelyn so expertly handle her little cunt made me realise how much I still had to learn. But I would. I also realised how wonderful Papa had been to me in giving me my own mother as my first slave. The woman who gave birth to me would be naturally submissive to me, where another slave might take advantage of my inexperience. And I knew Maman-cunt well enough to know all her weaknesses, and I could exploit them without letting her exploit my few.<br><br>Kaelyn, on the other hand, had just exploited a serious weakness of mine. I was drooling at the sight of her little cunt pounding away into Maman-cunt. I realised how horribly, delightfully cruel the brothel-owner had been to give Tillie - I think that was the slave's name - an extra dose of Venus, and then forbid her to climax. I couldn't resist reaching into the small pool and grabbing one of Maman-cunt's gorgeous boobs. I smiled at my slave. "You, Maman-cunt, must have at least three orgasms while Kaelyn's slave is fucking you. If you don't, I shall find an even more exotic way to punish you!"<br><br>With that, I pinched her nipple and then turned to see if there were anyone here that I didn't know whom I should perhaps get to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 00:42:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Darya's yacht, <em>The Galaxy</em> on Deck A<br><strong>With:</strong> The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner;, Kaelyn and Tillie<br><strong> Collar Setting:</strong> <del>0</del> 4<br><hr><br>I would have struggled more but my hands were tied behind my back and with my ankles taped to my large thighs it was all I could do to keep my head above the water.&nbsp; I noticed the other slave, Tillie kneeling behind me.&nbsp; I tried to look back to see what was happening but the motion knocked me off balance and sent my face back into the water.&nbsp; By the time I pulled up and stopped sputtering there was a large, hard penis like object at my entrance.&nbsp; I gasped at it was shoved inside of me, the hard phallus opening my thick, fleshy lips and sliding into my well used channel.&nbsp; I was a bit dry and the penetration was terribly painful at first.<br><br>I cried out as the dildo pulled out of me, the friction hurting.&nbsp; I choked as I cried out on the first thrust back inside as the pressure on my cunt shoved my face over into the water.&nbsp; Sputtering I jerked and pulled back, arching my back and sloshing the water around.&nbsp; The dildo pressed into me, stimulated me but all I could think of was staying above the water.&nbsp; The slap of the other slave's thighs against my creamy, large buttocks and thighs filled the air lewdly.&nbsp; After a few thrusts I found a rhythm of thrusting back against the pounding that kept by head from ducking too badly under the water but it made it look like I was fucking back against Tillie.<br><br>When the Bitch leaned in and grabbed my breasts I lost my balance and was shoved deeply underwater.&nbsp; Arching my back I could only shove my breast into the Bitch's hand to leverage myself up.&nbsp; The fucking continued as I looked up at the Bitch.&nbsp; Three orgasms?&nbsp; My body at least had started to lubricate under the assault but three orgasms?&nbsp; I didn't know if I could have one even.&nbsp; <br><br>I nodded to her and wriggled a bit to press the top of my mound against the edge of the jacuzzi.&nbsp; The rolls of flesh from my belly pressed down on my mound and I was able to use that to stimulate my clit.&nbsp; I closed my eyes and tried to imagine some handsome man was making love to me as the grind of my clit provided a sense of rising pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 00:32:31</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rayn Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda &amp; Kaelyn. Rosalie<br><hr><br>"Don't get yourself thrown off Linda" Rayn joked, "I don't want to get myself thrown off this boat as well. Try not to explore beyond the no entrance signs." Rayn turned as his old friend approached him. "Bonsoir Kaelyn!" He replied to her with happy smile, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss on either of her cheeks, as was custom. "An...interesting evening for certain." He remarked, looking around at the crowd of people who made up the party. He spotted the two slaves who were busy fucking in the Jacuzzi. "The younger one is yours isn't it Kaelyn, you always do know how to liven things up."<br><br>Rayn reached across and fetched three new drinks from a passing slave, handing one to each of the ladies. "Kaelyn, this is Linda, Linda, Kaelyn." He said introducing his two friends to one another. "Linda is one of my oldest business partners, she procures me more specialist items for me to sell." He smiled, nodding to her. "Kaelyn runs one of the finest brothels in all of Monaco, I can attest to that. You really should go Linda, she had every kind of beauty you could imagine, and some you cannot not."<br><br>Rayn pointed over to Darya, Chun and Darius. "Such anti-slavery sentiments coming from the young ones over there" He took a sip of his drink. "It seems most odd coming from our host, there are probably more slaves on board ship than the three of us own together." He laughed, "Do you know one of them even tried to stop me from disciplining one of my own unruly slaves, near jumped out of her seat to attack me... How do they think we can keep society together without discipline for the slaves, at least you two understand that." He let out a sigh, before giving a sly grin. "When did I become officially old, to be bemoaning the younger generation. I think you need to invite me to more parties Kaelyn."<br><br>He pointed to the chairs. "Shall we return to my seat, I've left my daughter and some of my merchandise unattended." As they walked over he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket, apparently they were close enough to pick up one of Monaco's receivers still. "Excuse me, let me get this." Only half the conversation was made audible to the women. "Adrian, what a pleasant supri... What do you mean your not paying. We made a deal... Yes well... No you listen here you bureaucratic little!" Rayn pulled the phone away from his ear as the line went dead. "Bastard." He would have to return Callie back to the Emperium tomorrow.&nbsp; It was no point arguing with a government official, he could make Rayn's life more difficult than was necessary. <br><br>He sat down next to Rosalie who crawled obediently back into his lap. "It looks like we need to return the red head darling, do you want to play with her before we do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:12:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RosalieAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rosalie Assad</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galaxy<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani, Darya Lysina, Linda Tuchamba, Chun Jiao, everyone else<br><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong> 1<br><br>Rosalie waited patiently for her daddy, still wishing she'd have been able to show Chun how angry she was that she would strike her daddy. But she'd known better. While she'd been praised for her outburst at the Emperium, she was not going to be praised for nearly telling off a free woman. Even though she'd been respectful in word her tone had been anything but. But she would earn her daddy's forgiveness, as she vigilantly watched the other slaves. If Nonami saw fit to try and cause any issues, she took care to remember each infraction. <br><br>She smiled when she saw her daddy return, but when he began to speak angrily. She shivered a little, never liking to hear him angry or annoyed. His smile made her day every day, and when he was down or depressed she did everything possible to bring it back. When he sat down, she crawled back into his lap and affectionately nuzzled against him subtly, letting him know she loved him in her own way. She was surprised when he offered to let her play with the redhead now, but felt badly that they couldn't keep her. "Rosalie is sad she won't have a sister but would be happy to play with her before she goes back. Thank you daddy." she said, kissing his cheek in gratitude as she moved off his lap when he nodded to her and made her way over to Callie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 11:20:33</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> Arriving aboard the <em>Galaxy</em>. Going up to B Deck.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave Leotie Dominguez.<br><br>I took one last glance back at the beautiful city lights behind me, (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg7358781#msg7358781) then boarded the yacht. As I stepped from launch to ship I nodded to a deckhand and gave him my name. He spoke it into a small mic attached to a headset and then smiling held out a white-gloved hand for me to enter. I spanked Leotie’s firm haunch and dragged her after me by her leash.<br><br><strong>“Down,”</strong> I commanded her, <strong>“You’ll stay on all fours until I need you. When I stop, you kneel up beside me, knees spread, hands behind your back, tits offered forward.”</strong> I slapped each of her tits as a reminder, enjoying seeing the soft liquid globes shudder. Her bells tinkled louder.<br><br>I ascended some steps to a main deck. “C-Deck” a sign by the stairs announced. A lavishly appointed lounge and dining area set out as a finger buffet. Waiters in white jackets glided by. I secured a glass of champagne. I glanced around for Kaelyn but couldn’t see her. I passed through among the crowd, behind me a soft jingling of bells announced Leotie’s presence to anyone in earshot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 12:11:11</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Galaxy<br><strong>With</strong>: (passing) Nereza Fabrizio and Leotie Dominguez<br><br>Mati was admiring the view from the bow of the yacht.&nbsp; Yes he was.&nbsp; No he wasn't pausing there in case he was sick after too much champagne combined with too little food on top of jet lag, no he wasn't.<br><br>Well, maybe he was.&nbsp; <em>The piano has been drinking, not me,</em> the old Tom Waits song slurred in his head as he tried to stand upright without the aid of the handrail.<br><br>But there was a clatter of footsteps and a jingle of slave-bells so he fixed on his most beatific smile and picked his way carefully down the steps. A rather imperious young woman swept past him, an anxious slave on a leash on all fours behind her.&nbsp; The slave, flushed, her breasts swaying and a little reddened, looked up as if she might have recognized Mati, and seemed about to dare to speak or make some appropriate slave-grunt, but her mistress tugged on her leash and she was gone.<br><br>Gingerly, hunting in his memory for an appropriate song to sing, he made his way down to the launch for the quay.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Darya Lisina's Yacht - Galaxy]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 21:08:14</strong>
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				<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving on board the Galaxy, then onto deck B<br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Nereza, Titty the pony <br><strong>Collar setting: 5</strong><br><br><br>I gave a nod of my head when my Mistress mused out loud the idea of whipping me if I was bad, it was in her right to do of course, and when she talked about whipping me even if I was good I simply kept a straight face and nodded as well. Being whipped wasn't the worst thing in the world. I knew I could definitely withstand it if I had to, I could even enjoy it if Mistress wanted me to. <br><br>I moved after my Mistress as we arrived onto the boat, and stopped to listen to her as she gave me a command. I nodded my head to show my understanding becuase she didn't give me permission to speak, and I hunched over onto all fours and begin to crawl after her. I could hear the bells she put on me making lovely little noises. I sometimes wondered if the Bells were originally thought to be put on girls to draw attention to them, or to help fill the silence of their owners lives? <br><br>But what did it matter if it was? It wasn't any of my business why my owner wanted to put bells on me, that was for her to know and for me to follow with out question. While I was thinking about things that didn't concern me, I realized that there was another passenger coming our way, I moved a little so I wouldn't be blocking their path, and lifted my head to see if it was anyone that normally ran in my Mistress's circle. I gasped and got this excited look on my face when I realized who it was, but my Mistress was still walking and I couldn't stop and he was still walking and I couldn't call out to him and! And! And! And damn! <br><br>I pouted as I continued to trot after my Mistress. I actually knew that man, I'd heard him sing once in Miami and liked him a lot! I hadn't been able to talk to him then and I couldn't talk to him now! Of all the luck!
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