Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]
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				Title: <strong>Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 00:50:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MILLENNIUM SLAVE LAW - MONACO - SALESROOM "EMPERIUM"</span></span></span><br><br><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamStore01.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamStore03.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamStore02.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamOffice02.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr></div><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/MonacoAdamSalesroomMap.jpg)</div>The salesroom where Ryuuji Adam is a manager. It is at le Centre Commercial le Métropole and is a department store that sells everything from caviar to cruisers, from skis to... slaves. One picture above shows the furniture department and another his private office where some sales are conducted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 01:09:50</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">TILLIE LeBON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br><br><hr><br>It had been interesting growing up in the orphanage. I never knew what they did to my Mama, but I'm told the penalty for using a fake EE license is pretty severe. As for me, I was a fully trained, collared, conditioned and happy sex slave. They had kept me locked in a slightly uncomfortable chastity belt since I was thirteen and had my first period, and I was actually really glad to get that off. I sat in the cell with my two fellow slaves, fingering the new collar around my neck. Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't trying to get it off, I wanted it there. It was the sole reason for my existence to wear this collar and to pleasure whatever man bought me in whatever way he desired. <br><br>"Kind of exciting isn't it?" I asked, more to break the silence than anything else. "I'm Tillie, by the way. At least, that's what I used to be. I guess my name now is whatever my master will choose it to be, but until he buys me, I'm still Tillie". <br><br>Nerves, that's what it was. Would I be bought by some handsome young man or by an ugly, smelly old fart? The rich, I knew, were generally older, unless they had inherited their money, and I'd seen my DMV.&nbsp; I was pretty, 18 and a virgin, and I would fetch €19,995 on the open market. The thought that I was worth more than a decent family car made me tingle with pride. "I wonder who's going to buy me? Someone rich. It would be nice if he's handsome, but I really don't care. Just as long as he's <em>cruel</em>". I giggled. I had been taught to enjoy pain. From the age of ten when I entered the orphanage, I had been rewarded with pain and punished with solitude. I craved pain. But I had been taught that to inflict it on myself was to be punished most severely - an entire day locked in a dark, padded case with no light, no sound, no smell, no heat, no cold, and only the softest touch, all because I was caught pinching my own nipples.<br><br>My body was not mine, that's what I learned. It belonged to whoever bought me, and he would do with it as he wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 10:01:40</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sophie Maryse Besset</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon.<br><br><hr><br>Sophie was laid out across the floor, covered by nothing more than a vacant breeze of recycled air. She was comfortable, nearly flat with one knee up, her thighs were loosely pasted together, and her outstretched arms laid out a lazy pillow. Her torso swept across the floor, and her small breasts stayed tightly pinned to her chest. She appeared to be exhausted, but she was only conserving energy. It had been a short journey from her previous place in France. Sophie had been fed recently enough, and there wasn't much of a word on her mind. She was full of energy; all of which, she had contained within a darkened beauty.<br><br>There was a fair friction between her legs, and her hips slowly pivoted. She was nearly motionless, undulating against the gravity of the situation. <br><br>Her training was life-long, and the slave educational programs in France had made her a temple of desire. Every fiber of her being was begging for an obscene fuck. <br><br>Finally, the silence was broken, and her fellow slave was willing to talk. She looked at Tillie with half-opened eyes. "I am Sophie." Her introduction was plain, as if her name was a number, or a short sequence of lower-cased letters. "I'm not sure of excitement about the right word." Her accent was thick, and her grammar was suffering with English syntax. She hadn't taken her language classes seriously at all. The words of desire were hidden in the body, anyway. She was well aware of that. "But I know what you describe. I think it is time for master. I feel lonely." Her shoulders wiggled with that thought. Too much time had passed since she had been spread open and used like a napkin. It pained her. "I prey for the sex, too." Her face wrinkled with lust burning in the pit of her gaze, almost like she had winked for Tillie.<br><br>the pixie-cut slave on the floor cocked her eyebrows as her comrade continued. The girl's comment about a cruel master was off-putting. Sophie had no desire for that. She had been well trained to please any one, man or woman, and part of that involved a tolerance for pain. But, orgasm had always come easily for her. She specialized in conventional methods. "You like to be whipped, beat on?" Sophie had asked an open ended question, but she spoke too quickly to leave it that way. "Where is a thresh-hold, I ask?" She lifted herself up a bit, bending her other knee slightly, holding herself up on one arm. "When does pleasure turn into horror?" Her breasts were only large enough to lean in one direction or the other. Sophie's body was unnaturally still, now, as if she were a mannequin in the window. Held in the shape of a barbie doll, every curve on her body was perfect in this position. Her thighs separated for balance.<br><br>"I'm curious, you say." That was hardly the truth, Sophie was only responding with what she knew: A fair bit of false interest, and concern in her voice that came from education. <br><br>She had complete disinterest in Tillie, but that was far from the expression on her face. The gleam in her eyes were nearly as vacant as the air inside of the cell, but they sparkled enough, her lips curled. Her false empathy had been part of her training, it was second nature now. She almost felt wrong for listening. But, she turned her shoulders and picked at her hair, as if she was nervous about Tillie's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 11:33:38</strong>
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				<br>(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> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br><br><hr><br>Callie was standing, playing absently with her hair with her right hand, and with her left, examining every detail of the collar around her neck. She only half turned to listen when the girl, Tillie, spoke. Callie was, more or less unable to say anything, when the two other girls got talking about wanting to have a cruel master, and needing sex. She had no such feelings, and yet, she'd made it seem that she did. Her father, and brother had kept their hands off her and her sisters, how she had no idea how, but they'd managed it, thanks more to her father than her brother, perhaps. Strangely enough, the understanding if where she'd end up had never translated into an enthusiasm for the concept. Sex, cruelty, slavery, these felt like far off concepts, despite the fact that she stood naked, slave-collar on, and waiting to be sold off.<br><br><br>Her education had obviously not had the effect on her that had apparently been the result for her cell mates. She hadn't been raised to be a slave in the sense that many girls were. She known that was her fate, but her education had been, for the most part free of the teaching of slavery. Home-schooling kept her out of the public system, and her mother had been quite effective in that regard. So, she'd been enthusiastic, throwing herself into this process. Her goal was not just to be what she was, however, she was not imagining herself as powerless. Her father had not been enough of a master to her mother for her to internalize that feeling. There was a way, she thought, to have that crucial little bit of freedom. She didn't know if she'd manage it, but she had to try, right? She'd been given the gift, at least, of being here, instead of being sold to someone like her father on the cheap. Large breasts and curves had been a blessing and a curse in the department. She didn't have as much ability to avoid standing out, for better or worse depending on the buyer's preferences, but she knew the value of attitude. <br><br>She was, actually curious when she heard Sophie's question, though she was facing away from them, and didn't turn to look. What would she do if she got the cruel master Tillie seemed to want so much? Was it too much to ask fir a young, insecure man? This had been her ideal. A young man, preferably not one who'd taken to the idea of owning a slave. The idea of that actually made her somewhat hopeful, however unlikely it seemed. Attitude was important, that was her only real weapon. Seem excited for the sick ones, they'd want the reluctant slaves. Seem fake, and avoid real expression for the ones that looked for a long time, they'd pass her over for that. What else could she do? She would have to be the girl that would be wanted by the master she wanted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 20:36:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">TILLIE LeBON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br><br>I giggled softly at the question. The irony of my two companions was totally lost on me at the time - the one pretending to be interested and the other pretending not to be: I would never have known if I hadn't been told later. Still, I had an audience, and that was what counted. "When does pleasure turn to horror? Hmm... I think at the point my Master gets out a saw and suggests cutting bits off. But isn't that the point? If your master tells you he is going to cut both your legs off, what are you going to do? Tell him 'No'? Complain to the BAF? Run away? No, you are going to do the same as I would. You are going to beg him not to, and if he insists, then you are going to hold your legs out for him and pray he does it quick!"<br><br>I shrugged. The idea of having parts lopped off me was not an appealing one, but I was the product of the system. I knew my place and that was to be some man's play thing, until I was too old to appeal to him, and then to be sold for some menial hard labour until I died. Part of me hoped against hope that I would die while a play thing. I stood up and walked to where the red-head stood, silent. "What about you, <em>Rouquin</em>?" I asked, calling her "Ginger" in French. "Are you looking forward to a good solid fuck?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 05:28:09</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> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br><br><hr><br>Callie listened to the answer but found herself not liking the response. Cutting off her legs? That such a thing even occurred to Tillie as a possibility concerned her. One about which Callie thought she far too calm. Admittedly, she supposed she was the odd one out in being uncomfortable with the prospect of slavery, or a 'good solid fuck' but she found it difficult to empathize with the alternate opinion.<br><br>Callie turned her head sharply, gazing back over her shoulder at Tillie's question, but didn't keep eye contact for more than a moment.<br><br>"Sure," she said, abruptly, and dishonestly. Solid was definitely not the word she was looking for. In truth, she wasn't really looking forward to getting 'fucked' in general. She didn't have to say so, though. She supposed pretending for her cell-mates was a pointless endeavour but she didn't really care. Their attitude toward the whole situation left her at an impasse, feeling both very alone and overcrowded.<br><br>It wasn't that the prospect of having a master had disappointed her notions of how her first time would be, that much she'd known for as long as she could remember. Quite the contrary, it was a girl, nearly her own age at the time, being fucked for her first time in front of her and her sisters by their father. She didn't want that, anything but. A woman, a young man, someone shy and unwilling. Anyone but the sadistic limb-cutter, or rough and tumble man of marathon sex she was imagining for Sophie. Maimed or used up seemed an altogether undesirable future, and she wanted one. Maybe, just maybe, she could end up a nurse and fuck-slave to some senile old man, who'd find her sexy well into middle age, and then, maybe, bequeath her to a young grandson or something, who'd find her age a strange kind of pleasure, and keep her around, out of pity, if not actual desire? Too much to hope for, she knew, but a girl could dream, couldn't she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 06:51:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Parking Lot then Ground floor.<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji arrived at the store just a little bit later than usual but still well before the store open. He opened the automatic gate that would lead into the employee parking lot underground by flashing his ID card to a barcode scanner. He drove to his usual parking slot at the back of the small parking lot, near the emergency exit. Once the car was parked, both the vehicle's passenger vacate it and Ryuuji turned on the car alarm as the pair made their way to the staff lift to take them to the ground floor. When the door opened, Ryuuji press the button which would take the lift to his office floor as he turned to Mizuki, "Go to the office and wait for me there."<br><br>It is a routine of the two of sort, only Ryuuji had the key to the slave holding cell and there was no duplicate to it. Part of it because of the danger that one of the slave may try to seduce one of his male employee to free them but mostly it was because he didn't want his employee to take advantage on the slaves down there, Humans were creature of lust and greed afterall, especially males. So, every morning, Ryuuji would open the slave holding cell and took the slaves to their places, chained to the floor by a long chain connected to the floor to keep them there until the evening when the store would close and he would lead them back to the cell until the next day. Though the treatment may seem cruel, he did provide them with controlled amount of food and water to consume during the day and night, it would not do for business if the customer can see the merchandises ribs. Of course, some slaves did try to made trouble for him before by fasting and refusing to eat in hope they would be released or died of hunger. They failed of course, He had someone to force fed them every night and day had they tried to. <br><br>Ryuuji finally arrived at the door to the holding cell and unlocked it using one from the series of keys connected to a long chain connected to his leather belt. He switched the light on the room and moved toward the cells, unlocking each of them one by one starting from the back. It would not do if one of the slave from the front tried to made an escape as he moved to the back, afterall. Once he unlocked the door, he gave the slaves a short command, "Move it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 11:29:22</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. &amp; Ryuuji Adams<br><br><hr><br>Tillie had spoken more than Sophie could understand, but the small french girl could follow what had been said closely enough. Sophie's eyes flashed once or twice and she blinked the shock away. Like Callie's natural reaction, she was a bit put off by the subject matter. the palms of her hands started to feel warm, she thought about standing up, to stretch the remnants of sleep away. Her mind was rifling through itself with more questions to ask Tillie. Ms. Bisset had never been the curious type, but something about Tillie's mind fascinated her. With social circumstance in the fore-ground of her thoughts, Sophie kept herself from talking more than need be. "Yes," she felt courageous, but nothing more seemed appropriate enough to be spoken. "I suppose horror was a poor word to-"<br><br>The activity near bye, and Mr. Adam's call made Sophie jolt quickly. Her body shot up to it's knees, head up, like film of a hunting dog in slow motion. The curving sway of her neck and back studied the world, as if she looked at people and things through some kind of eye above her breast. Her eyes were glazed over, even if crystal clean; and as bright as neon lights. she seemed to stare at nothing. Blinking a few more times, she uncurled herself, and shuffled to her feet as high as the chain would let her. She hurried from the holding cell and into her own private '<em>sell-case</em>'. Not needing to cover much space, she felt like she was in more of a rush than the other girls. She had already forgotten what their faces looked like. "confounding." she tried to use a proper upper-class English accent, quietly in transit from cell to sell. A grin crossed her mouth upon reflecting such a concept. <br><br>She paused a moment before entering her new <em>chamber</em>, Sophie turned with thirsty eyes toward Ryuuji. She was begging for some kind of response. It looked like a fuck, due to the extent of her nudity. However, her eyes seemed to call for something a fair bit deeper. She glanced toward the <em>sell-case</em> with only a slight twitch of her head. It's as if she was asking Ryuuji where to go. She was posted directly in front of the cell. But, she longed for instruction; unwilling to ask in a shout across the empty showroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 19:25:49</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset &amp; Ryuuji Adams.<br><br>Paulette sat quietly in the corner of the holding cell watching the other three girls.&nbsp; She had lived a life of excitement and freedom up to a point just nine months ago.&nbsp; She reached up and touched a point on the side of her head in the memory of pain.&nbsp; The accident had been horrific.&nbsp; Alain duPard her manager and lover had been driving the powerful Mercedes as they hurled down the A4 from Paris toward Strasbourg.&nbsp; She had performed her final concern in Paris and they were headed for Koln to start her German tour.&nbsp; It was night and she had been bent over his lap sucking him off when he lost control of the car and they slid off the road.&nbsp; Alain had died horribly and only the airbags and luck had saved her as the car was almost cut in half as it hit a bridge pylon.<br><br>Dazed and injured Paulette had crawled from the wreckage and fled the scene of the accident.&nbsp; Had she killed Alain because she was sucking him off or would the accident have happened anyway?&nbsp; Why had she run?&nbsp; She was free, her tax was paid up for almost a full year.&nbsp; Even though Alain held her tax receipt she could have gone back to her father and then sought out a new manager to continue her rock star entertainment career.&nbsp; No, she had fled on foot to the nearest village.&nbsp; She had money and identity papers.&nbsp; Exhausted and hurting Paulette had spent the night in a small hostel where the guests and owner looked at her with suspicion.&nbsp; The next day she took the train north toward Belgium.&nbsp; Where was she headed?&nbsp; Why was she headed there?&nbsp; It seemed the right thing to do.&nbsp; Afraid of capture she disposed of her identity papers in a moment of panic and confusion induced by what turned out to be a serious concussion from the accident.&nbsp; But she rode first class and she rode alone without baggage and in her travel worn clothing.&nbsp; Was she trying to catch the eye of the police and the BAF?<br><br>Paulette shook her head slightly at her own thoughts.&nbsp; She made it to the Belgian border before she was taken by the BAF.&nbsp; Her identity papers were gone and without them she was an uncontrolled and illegal female.&nbsp; They took her into custody.&nbsp; Paulette was in violation of her tax restrictions and was remanded by the BAF administrative judge into slavery.&nbsp; She supposed her father could have come and claimed her from slavery; technically she was still a free woman or at least for three more months now.&nbsp; But she'd not called him and he had not come.&nbsp; Why she wondered did she not make the attempt at freedom?&nbsp; There was a lingering guilt she supposed for Alain and maybe she felt she needed to be 'punished' for his death.&nbsp; She wasn't sure... Was she secretly glad to be a slave, collared and submissive?&nbsp; Paulette turned those ideas over in her mind like multifaceted crystals, the light of ideas and emotions broken up into thousands of shifting and confusing colors; she would find out it seemed.<br><br>The BAF sent her to the main training center outside of Paris.&nbsp; Used to a life of self indulgence and freedom, Paulette had not taken kindly to the training regime at the Center.&nbsp; In the quiet moments alone in her cell at the Center she was forced to admit to herself that she fought them because she deserved to be punished.&nbsp; The alternative that she <em>wanted </em> to be used and broken was something that her mind shied away from like a skittish, high strung mare from a snake.&nbsp; The training was short and intense.&nbsp; She knew they recognized her as a music celebrity; her training was the harsher for it she knew.&nbsp; Heavy use of 'Venus' and corporal punishment conditioned her body to respond eagerly to male and female sexual partners. Hypnosis and other mental training methods have convinced her to accept her fate as a slave with eagerness. By the end of the eight months she was an almost model slave girl ready to be sold on the open market.&nbsp; Yet still, inside, she was the same girl who fled the accident and drove herself into the arms of the BAF and slavery.&nbsp; She could not change; how else could she accept what had happened to her, how could she accept her punishment if she was not the same girl deep inside?<br><br>She had arrived in the night, a consignment to Monaco.&nbsp; She expected that she would be sold in this center of wealth and entertainment because of her past status as a musician. Paulette did not care so much about the where anymore; that would be determined by her master or perhaps mistress.&nbsp; No, she was only concerned now about the who; the 'who' of which man would buy her.<br><br>As Ryuuji entered and unlocked her chains she stood with her head bowed to the masculine presence.&nbsp; True to her conditioning a flood of arousal filled her body as her nipples erected and there was a stirring wet warmth between her legs.&nbsp; Paulette was tall for a woman with a willowy, attractive body and large, well formed breasts.&nbsp; Her lissome blond beauty had been as much a factor in her music career as her talents as a singer and the training had only reinforced her ability to posture for male eyes.&nbsp; Upon Ryuuji's command she shuffled out of the cell, her eyes needy and hungry as she glanced up at him.&nbsp; Paulette stood outside of her cell next to the dark haired Sophie who had asked the questions.&nbsp; She whispered; "Master"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 21:15:39</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">TILLIE LeBON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells, moving to sales floor.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Ryuuji Adams.<br><br>I stopped talking abruptly when the Master came into the cells. I knelt and bowed my head, until he opened the cell door and told us all to move. I sprang to my feet and hurried out, joining the others from the other cells. We were ushered up to the sales floor and I moved eagerly to stand in my assigned place. Who knew, maybe today would be the day I was bought? I was looking forward to it.<br><br>I had a good feeling about today. I made a point to smile sexily at any of the young men who came to look. Unfortunately, my price tag was too high for most who simply shook their heads and walked on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 03:13:20</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor, Slave holding cells and then his Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>If Ryuuji heard or cared about some of the slaves calling him as "Master" he doesn't show it. Instead, He kept a close eye on his merchandises, making sure they get to the right place one by one. The "display" of the slaves are actually just rows of several marble square arc stands spaced roughly 2 meters from each other, 2 meters high and 1 meter wide. Once the slaves were in each of the arcs, they would be secured to it by chains on their hands, legs and neck, making sure they wouldn't be able to hide or try to cover their body while at the same time allowing the customers to completely inspect them in detail. He nodded in satisfaction once all of the slaves are placed at their proper place and secured although his expression remained impassive. He then proceed to place a tag on each of them with their prices written on it.<br><br>With the preparation on that floor done, Ryuuji made his way to each of the store floor one by one using the escalator, each time stopping to inspect the preparation on each of them until he reach his office floor. He opened his office door and finally smiles as he nods in satisfaction that his slave is already there. He sits on the office chair behind his desk before pushing the intercom button to connect him to the guards at the ground floor, "Let the customers in."&nbsp; which promptly followed by a male voice responding with a short, "Yes sir." followed by the unmistakable sound of the glass door opened which signaled that his store is ready for the day.<br><br>Ryuuji finally sighed as he relaxed on his chair and turned to his slave. He smiled as he saw that she was sitting at the corner of the room to his right, ready to serve him at any notice. He then turned back to his desk and opened a drawer on it before removing a stack of paper from it, among the stack are reports, supply order forms, customer request form, and much more. He began to sort through the papers as he always did every other days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 07:51:05</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset &amp; Ryuuji Adams.<br><br>Paulette moved to pose on the pedestal as ordered by Ryuuji.&nbsp; She had a natural streak of exhibitionism that had served her well as an entertainer.&nbsp; The trainers of the BAF had worked on that aspect of her personality and had heavily reinforced it.&nbsp; Eagerly she accepted the chains and posed for Ryuuji and whatever other males came into the hall.&nbsp; Maybe a harsh master would find her and punish her as she deserved. Maybe her master would put her to the test sexually or maybe he would take her to fulfill his sexual needs and help him entertain his peers.&nbsp; She wasn't sure and her body was betraying her as she thought about her future.&nbsp; In her training she had been taken a few steps down the path of a pain slut; just enough to teeter at the edge of oblivion.&nbsp; She did not know what she wanted and right now her training and her inclination both prayed for a master who would make the choice for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 03:33:20</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> Salesroom "Emperium"<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okello Okanjo (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Okello_Okanjo_suit_hat.jpg) simply could not stop driving the car (http://www.motorward.com/wp-content/images/2009/12/Mercedes-SLS-AMG-Desert-Gold-11.jpg) he won in the high stakes poker game last week.&nbsp; The matt gold paintjob, named Desert Gold, looked stunning to him, along with the glossy black parts that replaced all the chrome and silver.&nbsp; The gullwing doors were another unique feature of the vehicle.&nbsp; It was the first special edition of the 2010 Mercedes SLS AMG and it was part of winnings from some oil mogul from Dubai who did not know when to quit.<br><br>He pulled into the Emperium.&nbsp; From the time he moved to Monte Carlo weeks ago and up until now, the pharmacology researcher turned millionaire playboy gambler visited the city's brothels almost as much as he frequented its casino.<br><br>But today he was going to be different.&nbsp; Today, he was going to a department store to shop around for a slave.&nbsp; <br><br>The variety in the brothels was nice, but he was ready to have a personal slut of his own, one he could use as long and as hard as he wanted to, one he could pump full of drugs, one he could make insatiably horny, one that would leak copious amounts of body fluids, one he would punish until his sadistic cravings were satisfied, one he could keep caged under his bed until it automatically unlocked to let her out so she could wake him up with a morning blowjob, and one he could even turn into his own personal puppy- or pony-girl, like the one he saw parading around the city streets pulling a carriage behind her.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo headed straight to the salesfloor and immediately started perusing the slaves that were on display.&nbsp; It was not a large collection, but even at first glance each one seemed to be a different version of an exquisite model of perfection.<br><br>The first one he approached was the one closest to him.&nbsp; Her short black hair and less endowed cleavage set her apart from the others.&nbsp; Her sleight frame and unblemished, uninked skin made her seem pure and innocent.&nbsp; However, something about her eyes seemed disingenuous and empty despite the gleam and twinkle in them.&nbsp; He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking across her nipples.&nbsp; He pinched the peaks of her tits between the tips of his fingers and thumbs, gradually squeezing them harder, then twisting them and pulling them toward the ceiling until she got up on her toes.&nbsp; He suddenly released them, rubbing the aching he created away while looking deeply into her amber eyes.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue, then waved his hand dismissively.&nbsp; <strong>"Too small."</strong><br><br>The next one was another brunette, with a larger chest and stomach in a smaller frame.&nbsp; He looked her up and down for moment, then rejected her as well, casually assessing her breasts, <strong>"Too big."</strong>&nbsp; He did not bother touching her, much less breaking his stride.<br><br>He almost walked by the third slave, but her flaming red hair and ample breasts made him pause.&nbsp; He backtracked and turned toward her, but showed his indifference with the words, <strong>"<em>Much</em> too big."</strong>&nbsp; Still, that did not stop him from feeling her up, if only to see how her tits compared to those of the pixie-cut slender one he molested first.&nbsp; Just to be fair, he pinched and squeezed and twisted and tugged her nipples as well.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo was somewhat disappointed with the selection so far.&nbsp; The Emperium was supposed to have the best cunts that Monte Carlo could offer, and yet not one of them so far really grabbed his attention.<br><br>But then he saw her, and from the moment he laid his green eyes on her blue ones, he knew.&nbsp; She was breathtaking, not as young as the previous slaves, but as tall as the redhead.&nbsp; And her breasts - he put his hands on them, closed his eyes, and smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmm, <em>just</em> right."</strong>&nbsp; He examined her more closely, appraising her other features, using his hands to feel the muscle tone on her arms and legs and tummy and ass, while pressing his nose into the side of her head to smell the scent of her hair.&nbsp; She was it, she was what he wanted, and even the shade of her skin and color of her hair would nicely complement the sports car waiting for him outside.&nbsp; He was not sure when he first came in what kind of slave he wanted to buy and bring home, but it was as if the Emperium read his subconscious mind and created her just for him.<br><br>He was going to enjoy using her and making her suffer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 09:48:34</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. &amp; Ryuuji Adams<br><br><hr><br>Dr. Okanjo wasn't the first man that day to slip his hands around this small collection of beauty. But his grip was tight, the kind that Sophie liked. she hummed at him as he tested her skin. She couldn't help but moan lightly against his rough fingertips, "ung-h" Her lower lip had dropped low, opening her mouth for him. He clicked his tongue and walked away before she could reel him in with her own. <br><br>Sophie had flexible legs, and she didn't bruise easily. Readjusting after Dr. Okanjo had lifted her, she set herself down and both knees, spreading her thighs, and sitting on her heels. She curved the small of her back, and rested her shackled wrists on top of her buttocks. With her arms behind her back, and chains around her neck, somehow, she didn't look like she was weighed down. She looked light, confident, proud, and hungry. Her head was on a swivel, sifting through the passing faces, few they were, still they saw her. <br><br>Her display was exciting, she was starting to feel in need. It took a good amount of control to keep her hands off of her own body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 10:04:57</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom - Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Ryuuji Adams &amp; Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br><br>Several masters came through the Emperium in the course of the morning.&nbsp; Paulette was on edge and excited the entire time.&nbsp; Her training and conditioning had prepared her well for presenting herself to future masters.&nbsp; She stood proudly with legs slightly spread and one leg a bit in front of the others, her arms to her sides and behind her back, chest out thrust to offer her breasts and head up but not making eye contact.&nbsp; A couple of the potential masters touched and fondled her but no seemed interested enough to purchase her.&nbsp; Paulette refused to be disappointed but she wondered how long it would take for her fate to be sealed.<br><br>As she waited she wondered what her life would be like.&nbsp; The training had been intense with the BAF.&nbsp; While the standard training that every young girl received in the educational system prepared her somewhat for the variety of sexual and non-sexual service that would be expected of a female, at the BAF Center she was immersed in it.&nbsp; It was as if the trainers there wanted to force every possible variant of service into her in such a short period of time.&nbsp; She supposed it was so that she could serve a master in any way he desired.&nbsp; In a way, she was glad that she was widely trained rather than strictly focused as a pain slut or fuck cunt.&nbsp; Certainly Paulette had come to appreciate and even crave pain, bondage and servitude but she wanted to be so much more to her master.&nbsp; Paulette wanted to be the perfect putty in his hands to mold in whatever way he wanted; in whatever way she deserved to be treated in punishment for her transgressions.&nbsp; That she was secretly still a free woman, at least for a few months was a secret that she did not consider except as a further degradation and punishment.<br><br>Later though a tall, handsome master entered the salesroom.&nbsp; He was extremely well built and Paulette found herself becoming aroused at the sight of him.&nbsp; She imagined that he was very well endowed and shivered at the thought of him using her.&nbsp; She watched him touch the breasts of the other women; measuring and weighing them.&nbsp; Her heart dropped as he hefted Sophie's breasts and tweaked her nipples.&nbsp; Paulette was worried that the master would chose Sophie instead of her and a pang of jealousy pierced her heart.&nbsp; Paulette examined the emotion carefully in that little room where her personality lived while she was being trained at the BAF.&nbsp; She would have to accept whatever the master chose and not let jealously get in her way.&nbsp; Yet jealousy would provide part of the lever to improve her service to whatever master she was sold to.&nbsp; That was why initiative and ambition were good; she would be spurred on to be a better slave.<br><br>Yet the master dismissed her as 'too small'.&nbsp; Then he turned away from Tillie after a few moments as 'too big'.&nbsp; Paulette's heart raced.&nbsp; He dwelled on Callie, twisting her nipples and evaluating the heft of her breasts yet again he moved on... he moved on to her! "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she thought.<br><br>Paulette was unable to resist locking eyes with the man for just a moment.&nbsp; There was something electric that passed between them, something that thrilled and frightened her to the core.&nbsp; She saw strength, passion and the will to dominate and use in those green eyes.&nbsp; Even as she turned away, shamed at making eye contact her body experienced a spasm of arousal and excitement; this was the master, this was the one.&nbsp; Paulette's cheeks and breasts flushed a pale pink even as her sex began to lubricate for him.&nbsp; Unbidden images of dominance and submission filled her mind and she stood helplessly as he examined her.<br><br>Poked, touched and even smelled like a prize mare at the auction, Paulette could think of no more impersonal and dehumanizing treatment.&nbsp; His hands were strong and rough with masculine power; her nipples responded with instant erection into tall, needy bullets of dark flesh.&nbsp; She had never been pierced in her nipples and thus had her milk ducts completely intact.&nbsp; Paulette's skin was as smooth and creamy as one might expect given the availability of lotions and enhancing treatments.&nbsp; Her muscle tone however was superb regardless of enhancements and she promised to be capable of whatever tasks or treatments he put her to.<br><br>Again, deeply engrained conditioning took over Paulette's response and her sex was soon fully opened and aroused.&nbsp; The flesh of her lips below the prominent but bare mound began to darken to a duller red-pink with arousal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 03:41:16</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - His office and then Ground Floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Okello Okanjo<br><br>Ryuuji was filing the documents when the device on his desk beeped while one of the LED on the row flash red, sign that one of his employee was asking for his attention. He knitted his eyebrows slightly as he thought to himself, <em>'Already?'</em> He pushed the button below the LED and asked curtly, <strong>"What's wrong?"</strong> he was answered by a timid female voice that he recognized to be one of his "Corporate Slave" as she spoke, <strong>"Sorry to bother you, Sir but there is a gentleman here at the ground floor who wish to speak with you about one of our merchandise."</strong> Ryuuji's expression loosened at the report, the only "merchandise" in his store the customers tend to ask for his presence were the slaves on display, not that he mind since each of them would fetch fair amount of profit for his store. <br><br>He took a glance toward the screen on his desk which provide him with the views from the security cameras on the store and sure enough, there was a dark-skinned male browsing through the slaves on display. Finally, he responded back to the employee before cutting off the communication, <strong>"I'll be there in a minute."</strong> Without further ado, Ryuuji made his way to the nearest lift to get him to the ground floor. Soon enough, he reached the ground floor and spotted the male customer. He approached the guy and said politely, <strong>"Excuse me, I am the manager of this store. How can I help you, sir?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 05:44:57</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> Salesroom "Emperium"<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo was still appraising the slave when the manager arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>Minutes earlier, he noticed the slave's reactions to him.&nbsp; She did not say a word, but she did not have to.&nbsp; The tint on her face and chest, the stiffness of her nipples, the swelling and moistening and darkening of her sex - she was ready, ready for him.<br><br>His left hand gently held her chin, beckoning it to open wide, while his right hand went into his jacket pocket to pull out a small flashlight.&nbsp; A press of his thumb and a bright light was on.&nbsp; He did not speak to her, but instead showed her what he wanted her to do by demonstrating with his own mouth, opening it wide, attempting to get her to ape his movement, as he shined the light in past her parted lips.&nbsp; He looked in her mouth.&nbsp; He stuck out his tongue, again showing what he wanted her to do.&nbsp; He looked again.&nbsp; He said, <strong>"Ahhh,"</strong> then looked once more.<br><br>He could examine her eyes and ears later.&nbsp; Instead, he just looked at her eyes, his hands around her neck and his fingertips against the bottom of her jaw.&nbsp; He barely spent any effort moving his hand, but kept moving it until her eyes focused on his.&nbsp; He thought about the things he wanted to do to her, about the things he wanted her to do for him.<br><br>His hand left her neck and went down her body, stopping to squeeze each of her breasts.&nbsp; They were less appraising than before.&nbsp; These touches were intended to tease.&nbsp; Eventually, his hand continued going down her tummy.&nbsp; <br><br>Eager to take a closer look between her legs, he stepped back and squatted down, pushing her knees apart.&nbsp; The flashlight was in his mouth now as he ran both of his hands up her inner thighs, feeling the tendons between her pelvis and legs, then traced up the grooves between her crotch and her thighs, up to the wings of her hips, those protrusions of bone evident in a lean, physically fit specimen like her.&nbsp; <br><br>He shined the small flashlight against her mound.&nbsp; The light made her duller red-pink pussy lips stand out even more against the contrasting surrounding lightly tanned skin.&nbsp; Her nipples were nearly the same shade as her nether lips.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo heard the voice of the manager behind him.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder, showing that he had something in his mouth that prevented him from responding.&nbsp; He stopped moving his hands on her body, holding still for a moment, then stood up and faced the man.&nbsp; He put away the flashlight and pulled out a business card.&nbsp; The phrases MD, PhD, Pharmocology and Monaco Health Advisory Board were the most prominent.<br><br><strong>"Dr. Okello Okanjo.&nbsp; Mr... Adam, is it?&nbsp; I have heard... things about you.&nbsp; Your reputation precedes you, at least at the casino it does.&nbsp; I am in the market for a slave, and I am told you are one of the people to see.&nbsp; Is there somewhere we can speak in private, as well as give me a chance to further examine this particular piece of merchandise?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 08:13:47</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom - Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adams &amp; Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br><br>Paulette had been trained to properly respond to a master.&nbsp; While she was no stranger to sex having lost her virginity to a much older boy when she was 17, sex for her had been her choice even though it might have been done for personal gain rather than true passion.&nbsp; Yet in the Centre Spécial Pour la Formation Femme Paulette had been enlightened on her true role.&nbsp; Maybe her case was special because she was a runaway or perhaps the le Directeur was a fan of her music but she had been given the Traitement Spécial.&nbsp; As a result she was unable to restrain her body from responding to Dr. Okanjo's touch.&nbsp; No matter what she thought, her body had been trained to welcome her master.<br><br>Despite her acknowledgement that she was a slave and nothing else, his dispassionate examination of her body was humiliating and exciting at the same time.&nbsp; The touch of his hand on her chin was electric and she willingly opened her mouth as he demonstrated for her.&nbsp; A clever girl, Paulette quickly discerned that he was examining her as he would a prized mare and that her fate would likely end up much as a thoroughbred horse might in the stables of some rich race and breeding enthusiast.&nbsp; She opened her mouth, the lips a perfect cupid's bow as the subtle enhancements to the size and shape as well as sensitivity that his practiced eyes detected were the work of a master.&nbsp; Paulette's teeth were a flawless white bed of pearls in the rosy bed of her mouth.&nbsp; The helpless girl stuck out her tongue; <strong>"Aaaahhhh,"</strong> in the first noise she had made for him yet.&nbsp; The tongue was well shaped and slightly broader and longer than might be expected as well as her salivary glands which seemed to be producing a copious stream of lubrication.&nbsp; <br><br>She shuddered at the feel of his hand around her neck and reluctantly her eyes came up to match his; blue against green.&nbsp; She was obviously reluctant to match him stare for stare but persistence paid off and she final locked gazes with him, her eyes showing fear as well as strong traces of curiosity and reluctant desire.&nbsp; As his hands drifted southward down her body she arched her breasts ever so carefully into his hands.&nbsp; It was not apparent whether her move was one of art or desire but the arousing effect on her perky nipples was the same.&nbsp; Her stomach was toned but nicely padded with the smooth double curve of a well shaped woman.&nbsp; Paulette leaned back against the chains and spread her knees for his examination reluctantly but without a fight.&nbsp; Again her skin was smooth and creamy, the legs well muscled and firm from hours of exercise and diet.&nbsp; Her sex was well defined and pleasantly shaped, the outer lips were prominent as the arousal swelled and spread them to expose the glistening inner lips guarding her sanctum.<br><br>Paulette shuddered and gasped slightly as he stood and released her.&nbsp; She hung in her chains opened mouthed for a moment before hastily resuming her display pose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 18:49:16</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground floor and then his office<br><strong>With:</strong> Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Okello Okanjo<br><br>Ryuuji's expression was the perfect text book example of professional businessman, impassive and serious but not completely unfriendly. When he saw the dark-skinned man had a small flashlight in his mouth, it had caught him slightly off guard but his expression remained unchanged as if he had seen something stranger before. When the man told him his name, Ryuuji immediately knew who this man is even before he was handed the business card. The doctor was infamous among slave dealers and trainers, afterall, this was the person who quite literally invented the drugs used in slave training all over the world both by BAF or Owners with private slaves. Ryuuji responded back to the man just as polite, <strong>"Ah, Doctor Okanjo. It is always an honor to see you. Likewise, your achievement were nothing short of legendary for those like us who deals with slaves." </strong><br><br>When he heard the doctor's desire to discuss and inspect the merchandise, Ryuuji signaled one of his shop assistant to come over, a fairly attractive dark-skinned girl in her 20s with shoulder length black hair wearing nothing except a pair of leg cuff and name tag. Soon, the shop assistant approached him with a chained cuff and secured it to the blonde girl's neck. Ryuuji grabbed the chain in one hand and used his other hand to take out his keys and removed the chains keeping the blonde slave in place before immediately grabbed the chain. He then turned back to the other man and replied as he gesture toward the lift, <strong>"Shall we move our discussion to my office?"</strong> <br><br>Soon enough, the party of three reached his office and Ryuuji immediately gesture toward one of the seat provided as he spoke, <strong>"Please, take a seat."</strong> He kept going until he reached behind his desk while at the same time motion the slave he brought from the ground floor to join Mizuki at the corner and opened another drawer on it before removing a thin stack of paper. He browsed through the papers and pulled out one of them before standing back up to join the doctor. He handed the man the paper that he had just pulled out and spoke, <strong>"This is the profile of the merchandise, her training history, age, body measurement, even a little of her background. Please read through it and don't hesitate to ask me if you have any question."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 04:44:04</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> Salesroom "Emperium," Ryuuji's Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Mizuki Adam, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo followed Mr. Adam.&nbsp; Even though he stepped on the lift first, he was always looking at the slave, and the more he looked, the more he wanted her.&nbsp; He especially liked how she was led by a chain attached to her collar.&nbsp; He wanted to be holding that chain, to be leading her around.<br><br>He made a mental note of whether Mr. Adam had the slave walk upright or crawl on all fours.&nbsp; <br><br>His "corporate slave" concept, essentially protecting his division's slaves from the harshest treatment, was merciful for the slaves.&nbsp; It was a step below the previous generation's corporate slave, while being many steps above non-human livestock and many more steps above the current generation's lowest slave.&nbsp; Having the slaves that are on sale walk instead of crawl could be another way of being considered "soft."&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Okanjo thought that Mr. Adam seemed like the type who would be concerned with the bottom line, and the bottom line only, in much the same way that Dr. Okanjo was concerned only with the slave he was just appraising.&nbsp; When he entered the office, he barely noticed the slave that was already there.&nbsp; Usually, he would have thought her a stunning creature, but he had a different object of desire on his mind.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo took the paper, but did not bother even looking at it.&nbsp; Still focused on the slave, he said over his shoulder, <strong>"Mr. Adam, would you be so kind as to allow me to continue my... appraisal... of this slave.&nbsp; Nothing invasive, and it will take only a moment, much like a mechanic checking a car."</strong><br><br>Assuming Mr. Adam's agreement, Dr. Okanjo stood up from his chair and walked around behind it.&nbsp; Looking at the slave, he put his hands on the back of the chair, showing her how he wanted her to stand for him.<br><br>When she was in position, he stood behind her, his hands on his hips pulling her back so she leaned forward more, his shoes against the insides of her bare feet to nudge them apart.&nbsp; He squatted down and placed his hands on her rear cheeks, cupping the undersides of them, and spreading them apart, revealing the puckered ring, the one orifice he had not examined yet.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and blew cold air through the narrow opening that is his lips were shaped in, teasing the slave's rear entrance with the tingling sensation.<br><br>He stood up and gave her asscheeks a squeeze, then smacked them hard, one side and then the other.&nbsp; Then he sat back down without giving her any further communication, and skimmed the paper for the only important detail... the Determined Market Value.<br><br>The number he saw made him tilt his head and raise an eyebrow.&nbsp; <strong>"This seems kind of high for a slave... even for one of this caliber... even for Monaco.&nbsp; I could get two slaves currently on your salesfloor for the price of this one."</strong><br><br>He did not expect a response, much less a meaningful one.&nbsp; Not that he wanted a meanginful response.&nbsp; He merely needed time to think, to weigh the costs and benefits, to consider the odds, much like when he played poker.&nbsp; Except he did not feel like he was playing against Mr. Adam, just against himself.&nbsp; His body was eager for her, but his brain still had to process the situation.<br><br><strong>"Tell me, Mr. Adam, there must be some advantage for the client buying a slave through a department store rather than through, say, a freelance broker or smuggler.&nbsp; What advantages are there, and do you have some kind of... return policy?"</strong><br><br><em>That should keep him talking a bit.</em>&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo saw no flaws in the slave.&nbsp; All of her features seemed natural, although if any were enhanced they were done by an expert, which would somewhat justify the higher price.&nbsp; And she seemed to be easily aroused by just a little attention, exhibitionism and humiliation, so much that he wondered if she had been given any Venus, and if she <em>was not</em> on Venus, how she would react if she was given some.&nbsp; He wondered how she would react to pain, and how much he could use her body.&nbsp; There were other aspects he had not considered - the sound of her voice, her personality, other talents she may have - but he knew enough about her for what he wanted to do with her and to her.<br><br><strong>"I'll take her."</strong>&nbsp; He pulled out his American Express Millenium Card, the newest "black card" intended for the most affluent and wealthy cardholders.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"Would you please confirm the range on her collar to the Monaco City limits and nearby beaches, and her access to fully restricted.&nbsp; I plan on taking a tour of the city, and I do not want anyone else touching her."</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo had his own leather leash to attach to the collar, the slave choker, already around the neck of his new purchase.&nbsp; The wheels in his head were already turning about how they would spend the rest of the day.<br><br><br><br>(edit - removed mention of the Health Advisory board, edited details about collar settings, added Mizuki Adam to "With:")
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 07:20:46</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom - Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adams, Mizuki Adams &amp; Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br><br>Paulette's mind was filled with conflicting emotions of fear and anticipation as the master ordered her to be removed from the display to the master of the Emperium's office.&nbsp; She shivered a bit when the collar was placed around her neck.&nbsp; Despite her training the collar was still a symbol of servitude and her loss of status.&nbsp; Did she deserve it?&nbsp; As these thoughts passed through her head she was unchained from the pedestal and then Master Adams yanked her smartly down to the floor.&nbsp; She followed meekly as Ryuuji led her through the crowded store.<br><br>While she walked she wondered at the nature of the man who was so interested in her.&nbsp; Paulette sensed the passion and iron resolve in his eyes yet his hands were so clinically capable.&nbsp; Goosebumps rose over her pale skin at she shuddered internally at the though of those strong and merciless hands in charge of her cringing flesh.&nbsp; When they entered the room she stood quietly in the corner with the much shorter blond slave.&nbsp; &nbsp; The name was familiar.&nbsp; Where had she heard of a Dr. Okanjo?&nbsp; Her brow furrowed for a second in a tiny frown as she struggled to remember; Paulette had been far more interested in singing and music than current events but a nagging sense of foreboding told her that Okanjo would have serious implications for her.<br><br>Her eyes followed the dark, powerful man like a tiny bird watching a deadly snake.&nbsp; When he motioned for her to stand behind the chair she walked over and stood, hands on the back of the chair, back bent slightly as her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and halfway down her back.&nbsp; Paulette dared not look back at him or even look around.&nbsp; She focused on the window across the room.&nbsp; It was a place where the sun shone and the sky was blue.&nbsp; She could make out the gleam of the ocean and the toy like figures of the yachts of the rich and famous.&nbsp; Paulette let herself drift off into another world when she had visited here on tour with her manager.&nbsp; The first touch of Okello's hands brought her back to reality with a sudden jar.<br><br>Paulette thought hard about her happy place as he grasped her wide hips and spread her legs open with firm nudges of his feet.&nbsp; There was a cloud there, in the shape of a sailing ship.&nbsp; He was crouching behind her and spreading her buttocks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he blew on her small puckered ring; <em><strong>Oh yesssss..... ooohhhh.</strong></em>&nbsp; Her rose bud was a dark circle in her pale pink flesh.&nbsp; Paulette was tight and her anus crinkled strongly in reaction to the stimulation of the air.&nbsp; Either she was a virgin or very rarely used from behind or she had been trained to maintain incredible control.&nbsp; She was trembling now, enough that he could feel it in the flesh under his hands and in the way she gripped the back of the chair.<br><br>Her flesh was satisfyingly firm as he slapped each buttock.&nbsp; Paulette maintained a commendable silence under the blows and her creamy skin stayed reddish as the print of his palm lingered on her sensitive skin.&nbsp; Standing still as he left her; bent over and ass on display she listened as the two men calmly discussed her future.&nbsp; Paulette's heart leaped and dropped as she heard the words that sealed her fate.&nbsp; Despite herself she looked over to the side of the room, her eyes peering out through the curtain of her fine, blond hair at the man who was now her owner; she had joined the ranks of true slave girls.<br><br><em>[Edited to add Mizuki Adams]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 19:16:17</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> Salesroom "Emperium," Ryuuji's Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Mizuki Adam, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Dr. Okanjo sat patiently, legs crossed like a European gentleman, in the cushioned chair, facing Mr. Adam's desk, eagerly waiting for the department store manager to complete the transaction.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamOffice02.jpg)<br><br>He could sense her scent and warmth still standing behind him, maintaining the pose he put her in to expertly examine and admiringly appraise her most private place.&nbsp; Her hands were still on the back of his chair, so close yet so far to touching his shoulders.&nbsp; Her head was over his, the ends of her long hair tickling the top of his nearly shaved scalp.&nbsp; He uncrossed his legs and slid forward in the leather seat, enough that his head could lean back against the top of the chair, so he could look toward the ceiling but instead see her face and breasts, upside down.&nbsp; Her hair hung freely and enveloped him, from his chin to his temples, creating a temporary private area for just the two of them.<br><br>One side of his mouth curled up in a thinly veiled smile, and if he could not already see her eyes looking into his, he reached up and touched her jaw, repeating their new and special shared signal that he wanted to see those big blues of hers staring back at him.&nbsp; Although he spoke in front of her, he never said anything directly to her, instead using nonverbal means of communication to get her to obey his silent commands.<br><br>He licked his lips in anticipation, then reached up and over his shoulder with one hand toward her wrist.&nbsp; He guided her to stand to his right, then firmly but gently pulled her wrist down so she got on her knees at his side.&nbsp; He rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair and ran his fingers through her hair.&nbsp; His trimmed nails traced her scalp, occasionally scratching her head and combing her hair back, until his hand grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head to tug it back for a moment, tilting head upward or toward him.&nbsp; He occasionally repeated this aggressive attention to her, always reverting back to casually petting her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:03:56</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom - Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adams, Mizuki Adams &amp; Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br><br>Paulette trembled slightly as she stood behind the chair of her new master, her arms still on the back of the chair, her head and hair hanging over him.&nbsp; Her taunt breasts swayed slightly like pale globes of perfect fruit.&nbsp; His masculine scent filled her nostrils as her brain began to process her fate and memorize the smell of the man who would hold her life in his large hands.&nbsp; With her eyes covered by the curtain of her hair she studied him; his shoulders were broad and strong and he was tastefully dressed in expensive clothing.&nbsp; Paulette had been around enough of the rich and powerful to know class when she saw it and this one's attire screamed of wealth and incredible attention to detail.<br><br>She looked away quickly as he shifted back in his chair.&nbsp; Her hair hung down like a curtain and she was suddenly afraid as it was just the two of them in this little world.&nbsp; She started at the touch of his hand on her chin but she quickly figured what he wanted and locked her deep blue eyes with his green.&nbsp; She gazed unblinkingly at him for what seemed like an endless moment.&nbsp; The eyes seemed to weigh her, measure her and offer an infinity of promise of a life shaped by his will and his will alone.&nbsp; Paulette's eyes opened wider as her fear grew from a little creature hidden in the dark corner of her mind to something that rested heavily on her shoulder like a vulture.<br><br>At the touch of his hand on her right wrist she moved obediently to stand next to him.&nbsp; Her eyes looked away from him and locked onto the kneeling Mizuki in a forlorn plea for some kind of human contact as his hand guided her down to kneel next to him.&nbsp; Paulette kept her eyes carefully averted but still on Mizumi as Okello stroked her hair and ran his fingers along her scalp. She settled herself and took a deep, calming breath as her trembling subsided a bit.&nbsp; Then she bit her tongue to stifle a cry as her head was jerked back with a cruel tug on her soft, flowing hair.&nbsp; She kept her eyes averted from his unless he touched her on the chin; somehow if she did not look at him he would not own her soul as he owned her body.&nbsp; Paulette remained tense and frightened as her new master alternated stroking and pain.&nbsp; He was teaching her that she was at his mercy as the source of pleasure, comfort as well as pain and demand.&nbsp; She was being trained...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 04:31:22</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground floor and then his office<br><strong>With:</strong> Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Okello Okanjo, Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji was resisting his urge to smile when he saw that Okanjo didn't even pay attention to Mizuki's presence in the office. Instead, he had kept his attention glued to the slave he would be purchasing. As a businessman, that was very VERY good news for him since that meant one and only one thing, <em>'This guy had it hard for her... VERY hard.'</em> even the thinly veiled attempt to distract him by the man as he asked the advantage of buying the slave didn't deter him one bit as he explained, <strong>"We in Emperium are always pride ourselves in having first rate product with no exception, including the slaves. We ensure that the slaves we are selling are always in top condition, no blemish, healthy and of course, ready to please their masters but more importantly, we also look at their future potential. This one you had chosen however is special, you see. She is probably one of our best product so far. As a doctor, I believe that you probably knows better about her physically and her potential is quite endless, from straight up sex slut or if you want to mold her something else entirely, none of them are impossible for her."</strong> He paused for a minute before continuing, <strong>"Our promise policy with our customers is one and only one: If you're not satisfied with our product, send them back within 2 weeks and we will be happy to refund you 100%. 3 years so far, noone ever come forward to claim it."</strong><br><br>When the doctor finally handed him his credit card, Ryuuji nearly found it hard to resist his smile as he spoke to answer the man's request, "The default setting for our slave's collars had always been restricted to Monaco city and surrounding beaches. However, you will have to go to the nearest BAF branch office to have her access restricted since our default setting is semi-restricted in order to allow customers to inspect them but not openly have sex with them." He swiped the card through the slot on his computer and soon enough, the sale was done as he printed the invoice and handed it to the doctor. For the first time during the entire negotiation, Ryuuji let a small smile appear on his lips as he offered his hand for a handshake as he spoke, <strong>"Congratulation, Dr. Okanjo. She is yours, now. Pleasure doing business with you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 16:50:39</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> Salesroom "Emperium," Ryuuji's Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Mizuki Adam, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br><strong>"That's quite a promise policy, Mr. Adam.&nbsp; I have no doubt that your clients are always completely satisfied.&nbsp; However, I find that my tastes vary with time, so I just might have to take you up on that offer within a fortnight.&nbsp; Have no fear - I would simply exchange this one and pay the difference for a pricier... <em>upgrade</em>... or... a <em>pair</em> of <em>new</em> slaves.&nbsp; If this cunt fails to keep my attention, I will return her to you... unpierced, uninked and unbranded."</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo continued playing with his new slave as Mr. Adam completed the paperwork, and stood up when Mr. Adam came around from behind his desk.&nbsp; He accepted the leather portfolio bearing the store's name containing the necessary documents.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo hooked his leather leash to the slave's collar.&nbsp; As Mr. Adam detached his chain from her collar, finalizing the transaction in spirit after completing by law, Dr. Okanjo shook his hand.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Mr. Adam.&nbsp; I appreciate what you've done, and I will be sure to mention your name to my colleagues who require slaves of their own."</strong><br><br>He released the gentleman's hand and was about to turn to leave, but said, <strong>"I think I will be doing some <em>more</em> shopping.&nbsp; I will require the assistance of one of your slaves.&nbsp; Also, I may be in the market for <em>another</em> slave soon, so if you receive a <em>new</em> specimen that seems like one I would appreciate - one with contrasting features to his cunt, such as darker eyes, darker skin, possibly even of Asian or Latina ethnicity - please notify me.&nbsp; Good day, Mr. Adams."</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo looked down at his new slave.&nbsp; He snapped his wrist, causing the leash to have a pulse travel from his hand to her neck, making the collar shake around her throat, establishing a new signal for her to learn.&nbsp; He started walking out with her in tow.<br><br>Upon leaving the office, he noticed a shopgirl.&nbsp; He stopped, looked at his slave and pointed to the floor.&nbsp; Immediately, he grabbed some hair on top of her and pulled it so that she sat back on her feet.&nbsp; He used his foot to spread her knees wide, then guided her to arch her back and push her breasts out.&nbsp; He took her wrists and put them behind her back.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure she was nicely presented and accessible.&nbsp; He rewarded her with some gentle scratches on the back of her head and soft touches on her chest and shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>He said to the shopgirl, <strong>"You, there.&nbsp; Store whore.&nbsp; I require outfits and accessories for my newly acquired property.&nbsp; Leather.&nbsp; Lingerie.&nbsp; Restraints.&nbsp; Rope.&nbsp; Chains.&nbsp; Whips.&nbsp; Floggers.&nbsp; Paddles.&nbsp; Clamps.&nbsp; Weights.&nbsp; Take me now, but walk slowly.&nbsp; I wish to admire my slave crawling like the bitch she is."</strong><br><br>The shopgirl smiled, <strong>"Yes, Master, immediately, Master, it will be this cunt's pleasure to serve you, Master, in <em>any</em> way you wish."</strong>&nbsp; She turned away and walked slowly.&nbsp; Without looking at his slave, Dr. Okanjo snapped his wrist and started walking behind the shopgirl.<br><br>The shopgirl regularly turned around, always baring her teeth and turning up the corners of her lips, making sure he was behind her and pausing to let him catch up.&nbsp; Occasionally, he would stop, distracted by some item or another, but then continued walking, as if he did not have a slave crawling behind him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 20:08:38</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Salesroom - Emperium.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adams, Mizuki Adams &amp; Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br><br>It was as if she wasn't in the room or was some dumb animal the way the man talked to her.&nbsp; It was degrading; it was more than degrading.&nbsp; She was a slave, that was true but she was a person.&nbsp; Paulette had always been important since she'd become successful as a singer.&nbsp; People paid attention to HER and even though she was a woman men talked to her and not over her.&nbsp; As a singer she had been desirable and as a Free Woman even the most cruel of men had to treat her with at least a little bit of respect.&nbsp; But this... this was terrible.&nbsp; But... he owned her now, he could do anything, literally anything to her and she was helpless.&nbsp; But at least she could maintain her own inner dignity even if he treated her like an animal; it would make the contrast between her spirit and her status all the more noble.<br><br>But replace her with another slave or pair her up with one or more other slaves?&nbsp; He did pay more than twice as much for her as a normal slave.&nbsp; Would he think she was not good enough for him or that she had to be twice as good as a normal slave girl?&nbsp; Paulette had always been proud and competitive.&nbsp; It had served her well growing up and in the music industry.&nbsp; It was perverse she knew but she hated the thought that he would think her so unworthy as to have to share her or even worse return her.&nbsp; What a humiliation!&nbsp; Yet was it better than being a slave, of serving him so thoroughly that he would be satisified with her even though he'd paid so much.&nbsp; And... and did she want to do what it probably would take to please this man; to plunge into the world of a slave treated like an animal?&nbsp; Paulette wondered but as the reality of her status sank in she began to feel her competitive nature take over; maybe it was best to try her hardest...<br><br>It was his last words that caught her attention though.&nbsp; <em><strong>"If this cunt fails to keep my attention, I will return her to you... unpierced, uninked and unbranded."</strong> </em> Wait... what?&nbsp; Paulette was proud of her unblemished, unmarked and perfectly smooth skin.&nbsp; She worked hard to keep it toned using not only the products for women but careful tanning and constant exercise.&nbsp; She had been told that a tattoo or two and piercings would help her on the stage and with the men off stage but Paulette had point blank refused.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the only area where she did not defer to her manager.&nbsp; And now he was going to pierce and tattoo her?&nbsp; And... oh god... brand her?&nbsp; Like a mare set out for breeding?&nbsp; Her stomach dropped and she started to breath heavily.&nbsp; The pain, oh yes the pain worried her some; piercing and tattooing could be made into a pain fetish.&nbsp; She had seen that in others and had been introduced to that in the Center although she was left unmarked.&nbsp; And tattoos could be removed and piercings taken out but a branding?&nbsp; Oh god it would scar her and never come off of her creamy skin.&nbsp; She would beg him and plead as well as be a good slave.&nbsp; Oh, would that work?&nbsp; God no, oh no it would just drive the bastard crazy she was sure.&nbsp; For the first time Paulette truly regretted her decision and feared her fate.<br><br>Paulette kept her eyes down, her face partially covered by her hair as the transaction was completed.&nbsp; She started as one leash was traded for another as Dr. Okanjo took symbolic possession of her.&nbsp; She knew that this moment was coming; she would be bought and taken away for life as a slave.&nbsp; Yet lost in her own thoughts and fears she was unprepared for the actual moment of control.&nbsp; An owner seemed a thing of storm clouds and distant thunder while she was undergoing the immersive training at the Center.&nbsp; Now, as he flicked her leash and collar with a snap of his wrist she was owned.&nbsp; Her life was in his hands...<br><br><em><strong>"Also, I may be in the market for another slave soon, so if you receive a new specimen that seems like one I would appreciate - one with contrasting features to his cunt, such as darker eyes, darker skin, possibly even of Asian or Latina ethnicity - please notify me.&nbsp; Good day, Mr. Adams."</strong></em><br><br>But was he going to buy other slaves?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Did he own other slaves already or would he just buy more after he used her?&nbsp; She didn't know how slave households went but she had seen shows where the slave women established a pecking order in order to serve their master.&nbsp; She'd seen it herself; the father of one of her friends owned three slaves plus her mother.&nbsp; They had established a pecking order and each girl had their status according to the master's will and the slave's own ambition and desire.&nbsp; The slaves she saw were almost as cruel as the master. Of course that friend of hers had been sold immediately into slavery at age 18 and disappeared.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted a contrast to her though.&nbsp; Would she be some kind of freakish show girl?&nbsp; Would he make the two of them have sex?&nbsp; Paulette had experimented with her friends of course; girls were encouraged to have sex with one another and unlike sex with a boy one did not risk pregnancy or him deciding to dominate you as his fuck slut.&nbsp; A dark haired girl... would he prefer a brunette?&nbsp; <br><br>Following her new master out of the office, Paulette spared Mizuki one last glance as if to say 'remember me sister' before she turned away to the rest of her life.&nbsp; She walked swiftly to catch up and stay close to the man.&nbsp; She did not want to fall behind or provoke his anger so early in their... relationship.&nbsp; As she walked she thought about his treatment of her so far.&nbsp; While he spoke to others he did not yet ask her to speak nor did he speak to her, even to command.&nbsp; He was using motions and touch to guide and control her; the mixture of pain and dominance and caresses was unsettling and kept her off balance.&nbsp; The uncertainty stoked her fear and her eyes were wide and her heart beat elevated as they walked through the store.<br><br>At Okello's gesture Paulette knelt.&nbsp; She bit clenched her teeth at the sharp pain as he grasped her hair and pressed her legs apart.&nbsp; Arching her back and pressing her breasts out as his strong hands guided her slender body, her face was flushed with the strong emotions of fear, worry and a frightening tingle of arousal.&nbsp; <em>Hadn't she wanted this?&nbsp; Didn't she fail to mention her Free Status so that she would be punished for her failures?</em>&nbsp; The arousal and the fear rose through her body, the first centered on her sex and the latter on her beating heart, as he stroked and scratched at her like a kind master might reward a pet.&nbsp; <em>Oh god, what was she in for? Was it too late now?</em><br><br><em><strong>"You, there.&nbsp; Store whore.&nbsp; I require outfits and accessories for my newly acquired property.&nbsp; Leather.&nbsp; Lingerie.&nbsp; Restraints.&nbsp; Rope.&nbsp; Chains.&nbsp; Whips.&nbsp; Floggers.&nbsp; Paddles.&nbsp; Clamps.&nbsp; Weights.&nbsp; Take me now, but walk slowly.&nbsp; I wish to admire my slave crawling like the bitch she is."</strong></em><br><br>Paulette's fear rose as... as... the man?&nbsp; No... as her master... as Master ordered the serving slut to help him find the instruments of her own bondage.&nbsp; Ahhh... in the Center it was overwhelming and painful but controlled.&nbsp; With him, with <em>Master</em> she would be totally naked in body and spirit to him.&nbsp; She was not given long to think about her fate as he tugged her leash and set off at a brisk pace down the aisle.&nbsp; Paulette scrambled to keep up down on all fours.&nbsp; She had been taught how to move on all fours and she quickly slipped into her training with ass held high and little rosebud and pussy lips visible to passers by.&nbsp; Yet crawling as a dog, an animal had a special humiliation as he continued to treat her with silence; she was not a bitch but a woman; yes a slave but a woman nonetheless.<br><br>As she hurried desperately to keep up, Paulette could not avoid thinking back to her training both in school and at the Center.&nbsp; Master listed all of the accoutrements of bondage, slavery and sex.&nbsp; Leather she knew; she wore risque outfits on the stage to drive the men wild of course.&nbsp; Paulette loved the feel and look of leather pants and clothing but as they walked through the store it was not just leather clothing but straps, chokers, collars and instruments of bondage in leather.&nbsp; Of course the girls had been trained on how to rest while hog tied; bondage was a class in school.&nbsp; She had been tormented and tied up at the Center; for three days she's been left tied in a leather mask, collar, cuffs and tight corset.&nbsp; That had been the day they first broke through her spirit and began to wear her down.&nbsp; There was a particular slut mask that she saw that reminded her of that day and she looked away fearfully.<br><br>Lingerie now that was nice.&nbsp; She had posed for commercials in some of the very line that was here in the Emperium.&nbsp; But the other gear, now that she had experienced in the Center.&nbsp; Her nipples began to tingle and ache as she though of the weights and medicines applied to her nipples to make them longer and more sensitive as well as break her to a good slave.&nbsp; Ahhh... she jerked against his leash for a moment as the memories of the Center came flooding back.&nbsp; Her face met Master's for just a moment, her blue eyes panicked as the whips and paddles, the slave girl posed in the stocks took her back to days and nights of continuous training.&nbsp; She'd been on an experimental track with drugs and accelerated, 24/7 conditioning.&nbsp; She'd been trained in nine months rather than the normal 12 to 14 months that it took normally.&nbsp; The BAF would save money by getting slaves to market quicker and the staff had much more 'fun' with the slaves while they trained them.&nbsp; Ahhhh... as the memories came back Paulette had to fight back a cry and waves of desire to go over to her master and kiss his feet and suck his cock.&nbsp; Ahhh... a slut sucked cock... a slut... ahhhh...&nbsp; With an effort she lowered her head and knelt on all fours panting.<br><em><br>[Edited in collaboration with vin26m]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 03:50:55</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - his office<br><strong>With:</strong> Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, Okello Okanjo, Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji had made a mental note about Okanjo's request as he led him to the lift which will took him back to the business floor or the store. Once the man was gone, he thought to himself,<em> 'Well, that's a unique request... Maybe one of the freelance slave dealers can find me one similar to his description... They cost a lot though....'</em> He decided to store the information away for now as he made his way back to his office and sat behind the desk like before. He turned to his monitor out of curiosity to see if Okano decide to buy more things for his new slaves and through the cameras, he could see that his treatment on his new slave was somewhat rough but nothing that should attract his attention.<br><br>Ryuuji finally shrugged and turned to his own slave, he never did like calling the slaves as cunts or bitches. At the very least, he would call them as "you" or "Slave" although there are several of his "corporate slaves" who he did made the trouble to remember their names though not very many and usually only those that he interact often with. For his own slave though, he made an exception, she is afterall his and deserve a title fitting that of her role. He smiled at Mizuki and called to her just like he always did since the law passed, <strong>"Come here, pet."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 05:44:49</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br><strong>With:</strong> Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, a store slave girl<br><br>Dr. Okanjo stopped walking, then held up and hooked his index finger toward himself, bidding his slave closer.&nbsp; He pointed to the floor, where she would kneel with her thighs apart, her back arched, and her hands behind her waist.&nbsp; He stood before her and held her chin, eager to look down toward her while she looked up to him.<br><br>As Dr. Okanjo considered various kinds of merchandise to buy, he recalled his slave's behavior and appearance in the office, and also paid close attention to the way she acted and looked as she followed him throughout the store.<br><br>On the sales floor and in the office, she seemed to be hanging on his every word, none of which was ever directed at her.&nbsp; She was very alert and observant, unlike some slaves who just tuned out, waiting to be called or hit or fucked.&nbsp; With his trained physician's eye, he could see the feint trembling in her figure, which was so slender and yet somehow still curvy.&nbsp; The fear was there, the fear of what her life is, who her master will be.&nbsp; There was more than that - guilt?&nbsp; Regret?&nbsp; She must have been having so many thoughts going on inside that blond head of hers.&nbsp; He wondered what she was thinking about, what she was remembering.&nbsp; But he quickly let that feeling go, and decided it was time to remind her of her place.<br><br>As soon as a client leaves the sales floor of slaves, he can leave with his new purchase or make more purchases in the section for sex toys, sex enhancers, fetish gear and BDSM gear.<br><br>The store slave was holding a basket containing the fetish wear items Dr. Okanjo already picked out - opera length gloves, thigh high stockings, pasties, panties, a garter belt, a collar and a see through nightie - all of which were black.&nbsp; He could not just buy a new doll and not get her accessories.&nbsp; <br><br>Rope, restraints, a ballgag, a blindfold, a buttplug and a personal massager were the first to be added to the pile.&nbsp; Clamps with weights, bells and chains were next, followed by a pinwheel, a paddle, and a flogger.&nbsp; He seemed to take some time settling on one last item - a riding crop.&nbsp; He placed it under her chin, then traced it along her cheeks, jawline, collarbones, breasts, and pussy.<br><br>He hooked the leash under his shoe, then pulled upward the end of the leash in his hand, causing the other end attached to her collar to go closer to the floor.&nbsp; She would have to lean forward and down until she was back on all fours, with the side of her face resting on the top of his shoe.&nbsp; As she exposed her bare ass, he ran the flattened tip of the riding crop along the cheeks of her bottom, then lifted the crop up in the air and gave her a wack.&nbsp; He repeated the same motion on the other side.&nbsp; Apparently satisfied, he gave it to the store slave, who started leading him to the cashier's area.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo had his slave lead the way, admiring the matching red marks she had on her ass.&nbsp; Her pussy was as plump and dewy as ever, and he wondered if she was always aroused or just some of the time.&nbsp; With the slave in front, he let the leash get between her knees.&nbsp; He stopped her, pulled the leash up against her cleft and between her ass cheeks, then walked in front of her, making her feel him slap her pussy with the leash with just a flick of his wrist.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 11:26:44</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo and a slave girl.<br><br>Paulette was somewhat surprised as Dr. Okanjo stopped suddenly and beckoned her forward.&nbsp; She wondered did she do something wrong or did he have something to do to her.&nbsp; Again he commanded her with gestures and flicks of the eyes and hand.&nbsp; She'd seen prize riding horses controlled with just the flick of the reins, pressure of the knees or the touch of spurs.&nbsp; Ohhhh... he was... she knew of pony girls and pets.&nbsp; Was she...&nbsp; Again her thoughts were cut off as she complied with his silent instructions and knelt in the slave position with thighs spread wide, back arched, heavy breasts proudly exposed as the dark nipples started to tighten.&nbsp; With her hands behind her in the small of her back she had little recourse when he reached down and tilted her head back.<br><br>His hands were strong and dexterous and she could not have resisted had she wanted to.&nbsp; Paulette looked up.&nbsp; Once again blue eyes matched green as she gazed into the soul of her master.&nbsp; She could see no pity there, no mercy; there was only a careful approach and a tightly leashed passion that curled like a ravenous wolf behind the culture and intelligence.&nbsp; As she realized that he was training her to accept his dominance and superior position Paulette shuddered.&nbsp; She shifted slightly and tried to break his gaze but his hand held her firmly.&nbsp; Paulette felt a strange compulsion to match his gaze, not in challenge but as a rabbit might gaze helplessly into the eyes of the predator.&nbsp; Her own eyes carried fear and flashes of worry, that was clear, yet beneath the shifting emotion was a deep intelligence and thoughtfulness that watched all around with it with curiosity and its own passion.&nbsp; Paulette however was troubled by her master's own careful observation and quick wits.&nbsp; Paulette knew that just as she was watching him so was he observing and weighing her strengths and weaknesses.<br><br>As each bit of clothing and fetish gear was added to the basket carried by the accompanying slave Paulette's worry and fear grew.&nbsp; She had been rigorously trained with items such as these at the Center.&nbsp; More than trained, her body started to respond at the sight of beautiful yet twisted items.&nbsp; Paulette was coming to appreciate and loath the particular genius of the Center as her body reacted even as her mind skittered away.&nbsp; It was all black...&nbsp; The items would contrast with her pale skin and blond hair.&nbsp; She would be distinctive and the dark against white would further demonstrate her bondage.&nbsp; Yet... in her pride she pictured how beautiful and desirable she would be in the high cut panties and the sleek and shear night gowns.&nbsp; The long gloves and high stockings would emphasize her height and long limbs.<br><br>Then item after item of bondage was added to the pile of items.&nbsp; There was a certain thrill that he was buying them for her for certainly if he had other slaves he would already have such equipment?&nbsp; One after another certain things brought on flashbacks of scenes.&nbsp; The ball gag caused her to drool and brought the taste of hard rubber in her mouth.&nbsp; The butt plug brings back shivering memories of his breath blowing on her tight rosebud and the chains and paddles made her breasts and buttocks ache as if they were already attacking her soft flesh.&nbsp; At the sight of the crop she froze and watched him warily.&nbsp; Paulette could do no more than tremble as he teased her body with the threat of the crop.&nbsp; The creams and therapies at the Center had left her skin very sensitive and she flinched as he moved the crop from one part of her body to the other as she feared the sudden impact of the leather switch.<br><br>Once again he commanded her without words as she was pulled down.&nbsp; First taken to her knees she thought he was going to make her crawl after him again. Yet he pulled her further down until her face rested on the cool, smooth leather of his shoes.&nbsp; With her thighs spread and ass raised she knew she was exposed yet her body involuntarily continued into the full pose as she arched her back.&nbsp; With her butt offered to him, the cleft of her sex was open and the pink rimmed hole of her sex winked open lewdly.&nbsp; Again he was showing his dominance and control of her body.&nbsp; The soft caress of the crop was familiar but then she jerked and would have leaped up were it not for the leash.&nbsp; The sudden slash of pain on her ass cheek was unexpected after his gentle touches and the impact caused her skin to sting painfully.&nbsp; The second slash was quickly added and she knew that he had marked her with two red blazes on her perfect ass.&nbsp; She shuddered to think that eventually he might mark her flesh more permanently with a tattoo or brand.&nbsp; However the pain was also exciting to a body and mind conditioned to accept it; her master cared for her enough to attend to her and the pain was... oh it was... her inner sex lips clenched and seemed to almost ripple at him.&nbsp; While many women had their lips puffed up to make them more kissable that had not been necessary for Paulette's bow like mouth.&nbsp; Instead the blood flow to her sex had been enhanced so that she grew noticeably pink and swollen as her arousal conquered her mind and body.<br><br>Now crawling through the store her ass felt huge with his eyes upon it and the still stinging pain of his lashes.&nbsp; Her pussy lips felt like hot, wet pillows between her thighs.&nbsp; Paulette again was focused on her own thoughts and feelings and she was not expecting the sudden pressure of the leach in her clit and ass crack.&nbsp; She jumped at the rough stimulation to her clit from the leather.&nbsp; The smack of the leash against his swollen , sensitive lips aroused her shamefully as she remembered the endless floggings of her pussy while her channel was assailed by a vibrating dildo.&nbsp; Her hips start to rotate into the pressure of the leash before she stops, embarrassed by the sluttish reaction.&nbsp; He was measuring her and training her now.&nbsp; The random bombardment was intended to throw her off balance and it succeeded.<br><br><em>[Edited second to last paragraph to correct grammar and enhance some of the descriptions]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 13:05:15</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> The Emperium, in the fetish, BDSM, and sex departments<br><strong>With:</strong> His new slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; a store slave girl<br><br>With the tension of the leash going from her collar, down between her breasts and up between her legs and rear cheeks, his new slave's head was forced down and her ass was raised up.&nbsp; The segment of leash going up between her plump pussy lips was getting wet from her juices leaking so copiously.&nbsp; The matte finish of the black leather strap connecting his hand to her neck glistened along the length that was punishing and pleasuring her private place.<br><br>She probably would have crawled straight into the counter had he not suddenly stood still as she moved forward on her hands and knees.&nbsp; Without warning, he allowed her motion to make he leash go taut.&nbsp; As the shop slave started tallying up his other purchases, he stood at her side, placing his shoe under her chin and making her turn her head to look up and over her shoulder at him.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo wiggled the leash, sliding the slick leather across her sex, going from one groove between her inner thigh and her pussy to the opposite groove, spreading her juices all over her mound.&nbsp; He continued doing this as long as she kept eye contact.&nbsp; If she blinked for too long or looked away from fatigue, he flicked his wrist, snapping the leash painfully up against her clit.&nbsp; <br><br>The shop slave held up each item and folded it delicately or packed it carefully, occasionally making comments, such as, <strong>"This cunt is envious of a master who buys his property such lovely articles of women's fetish clothing...&nbsp; If only this cunt was worthy of such implements of pleasure...&nbsp; Surely if master owned this cunt, this cunt would intentionally misbehave if only to allow master to beat her this cunt..."</strong><br><br>The shop slave was no doubt only following her training.&nbsp; Perhaps she felt the need to speak to the master since he barely asked her any questions about all of the bondage clothing and gear she had first-hand encyclopedic knowledge of.&nbsp; For Dr. Okanjo, the shop slave's voice was a distraction he was not interested in.<br><br><strong>"Silence, cunt, or I will report you to your master and he will add blows to your daily punishment instead of taking them away."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Okanjo heard rumors that slave girls working in some stores were regularly punished at the end of the day.&nbsp; If a client told her master that her service was pleasing, the punishment was decreased.&nbsp; Meanwhile, complaints meant that she suffered more.&nbsp; Sometimes the slave's training conflicted with pleasing the client - which meant that the slave was getting punished either way, for one reason or another.<br><br>Whether Dr. Okanjo was accurate in his assumption was not particularly relevant.&nbsp; He was displeased with the shop slave and the master's message was clear.&nbsp; The shop slave shut up.<br><br>Amid the general silence, save for the background noise of the store, Dr. Okanjo walked behind and moved to his slave's other side, having her turn her head to look up at him over her opposite shoulder as he teased and hurt her between her legs.&nbsp; He wanted to hear her whimper and gasp between slaps against her pussy.<br><br>When the slave girl completed adding up the prices, she turned the display, revealing the total cost to Dr. Okanjo alone.&nbsp; He produced his American Express Millenium "black card," paid for the items and had her carry his bags as he started walking along the main path toward the exit of the shopping center.&nbsp; He continued having his slave lead the way, walking slowly so that she may crawl at a comfortable pace in front of him, slapping her pussy with the leash to hurry her up, or pulling the leash tight to slow her down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 23:26:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon<br><br><hr><br>The elegant and familiar building of the <em>Emperium</em> finally came into view and the cab pulled in under the small awning at the entrance. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6431432#msg6431432) Slaves quickly scrambled to open the door for both Kaelyn and Darya. Kaelyn got out and headed for the door; for the moment she forgot about Darya, eager to both get inside and to see what merchandise was available.<br><br>She took off her hat and glasses, handing them to the slave that immediately came to her side. "<strong>Hold these and don't leave my side.</strong>"<br><br>Just as she was going to turn towards the slave showroom she saw a familiar figure making his way down the hall. A gorgeous specimen of a slave was leading the way, the leash it wore running under the cunt's body and up over its ass, leading to the man walking it. Doctor Okanjo was easily recognizable, both because of his handsome features and as a recent visitor to the brothel. Kaelyn immediately headed his way, a soft, genuine smile on her face.<br><br>"<strong>Bonjour, docteur, comment allez-vous?</strong><sup>1</sup>" She reached him and let her smile grow, genuinely pleased to see him. "<strong>C'est une agréable surprise de vous voir.</strong><sup>2</sup> <strong>Je ne m'attendais pas à courir en vous ici.</strong><sup>3</sup> " Kaelyn stepped around the leashed cunt and held out a hand to the doctor. He greeted her and she stayed standing close to him after her hand was free.<br><br>Doctor Okanjo was the kind of man that Kaelyn enjoyed spending time with. He was well learned and articulate, the kind of man that truly knew how to treat slaves and enjoyed every bit of it. For the past week he had been going to the brothel, making his way through the slaves there. She had started to look forward to seeing him and now it looked like he was going to be busy with his new acquisition.<br><br>"<strong>Doctor, does this new toy mean you'll no longer be visiting me at the brothel? If that is so, it'd be such a shame, I did so enjoy the way you made my sluts scream.</strong>" She continued speaking in French, adding a light tone of flirtation to her voice. "<strong>I would also miss seeing you every day as you are quite the handsome addition to my establishment.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn looked down at the slave by her feet and moved back to look at it, smiling wryly. "<strong>Though, I do admit that the cunt is quite lovely. Already very wet for you I see.</strong>"<br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>1</sup> Hello, doctor, how are you?</span></em><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>2</sup> It's a pleasant surprise to see you.</span></em><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>3</sup> I hadn't expected to run into you here.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:40:05</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br><strong>With:</strong> Her new master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; a store slave girl; Kaelyn Richelieu<br><br>Paulette felt the smooth black leather of the leash stirring the shameful signs of arousal leaking from her sex.&nbsp; While the arousal of a man was much easier to read, her arousal was as open a book as might be seen with a woman.&nbsp; Her sex plumped up and darkened while her dew had already started to glisten.&nbsp; Her pale skin was a dead giveaway as not only did the marks from the crop still glow a bright red but her chest, face and breasts were tinted with the faint rose of a blush.&nbsp; It had not always been this way but there had been times in the Center where she had lost days at a time; where she woke up sore after blanking out and afterwards her body behaved subtly different.&nbsp; It was part of a subtle shift in her very identity that had started at the Center and seemed to be continued by her new Master...<br><br>Already the pressure of the slickened leather stimulated her clit.&nbsp; It was a cycle of move, press, rub and increase of arousal and the more she moved and he pressed her the more aroused she became.&nbsp; Gods... she was not a slut, not a fuck toy but her she was reacting like one.&nbsp; Her treacherous body seemed designed to put her on display and route her mind on a collision course with the tremors of pleasure running through her body.<br><br>She was fluttering between her inner voice and the pressure on her sex as he brought her up suddenly.&nbsp; The leash was controlling her body, her mind and her arousal.&nbsp; Again she locked eyes with him and now could experience the horror that was his steady attack on her body and her self.&nbsp; Paulette's blue eyes were wide open and staring as she admitted her arousal and his control when her pelvis started to grind against the strap.&nbsp; Just for a moment she weakened but then she held herself rigid against his manipulations.&nbsp; Yet her breathing quickened and her sex continued to seep a copious testimony to his effectiveness.&nbsp; In his green eyes she could see her fate; Paulette could read people and she could sense in his eyes, in the strength and utter confidence of his hands the horror and the pain and the humiliation and the utter pleasure and... oh gods and the complete freedom of the domination that was to come.<br><br>Yet... yet he treated others even slaves, even free women with courtesy and at least words as if they were human.&nbsp; Was she substandard already?&nbsp; No... no... he was... he was going to break her and reshape her.&nbsp; Why did she allow this? Could she change?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:48:09</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> Just outside the Emperium <br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his business associate, Kaelyn Richelieu; her friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br><br>Dr. Okanjo and his small entourage exited the hallway and stepped under the awning of the Emperium, within sight of his car.&nbsp; He let his new acquisition move forward a bit, pulling the leash taut.&nbsp; A sinister grin showed on his face for a moment, then he bit his bottom lip as he put as much effort as he could into another snap of his wrist, slapping the leash up harder than ever against his slave's swollen sex with a loud, wet THWAP!&nbsp; He wanted her to whimper, so that the other slaves and passersby could hear, then look at, the beauty he purchased.<br><br>He switched the end of the leash to his left hand and reached into right pocket, pushing a button on a remote.&nbsp; The gullwing doors of his car opened up in unison like a falcon demonstrating its wingspan.&nbsp; The trunk also opened like erecting tailfeathers.<br><br><strong>"Load my car, cunt, and be quick about it.&nbsp; Then be gone from my sight before I recall why you angered me in the first... place..."</strong><br><br>As the cab pulled up and the door opened, Dr. Okanjo could feel his heart skipping a beat and his breath being taken away.&nbsp; The shop slave shuffled off as Dr. Okanjo realized that his jaw was relaxed and his mouth was agape.&nbsp; He closed his mouth and licked his lips, almost unsure of how to react.&nbsp; Where his new slave had youthful, girlish looks and a submissive demeanor, the woman coming out of the cab was just as beautiful but at the opposite end of the spectrum, with wide hips, bountiful breasts and a body that resonated power and strength, physically and emotionally.<br><br>Before him was Kaelyn Richelieu, owner and madam of one of Monte Carlo's brothels catering to the wealthy.&nbsp; She was looking as beautiful and seductive as ever, even when wearing a relatively simple, but very fashionable daytime outfit.&nbsp; The lace covering her cleavage only accentuated her breasts, and her legs looked even more shapely in her suede heels.&nbsp; The removal of her hat and glasses was like the unveiling of a work of art, and he swallowed hard as he imagined her turning her back to him, pulling down the zipper of her flesh-colored dress, letting it fall to the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>He recalled a time that he visited her brothel, picked a slave-whore reminiscient of her, and ordered the slave to lie back and to command <em>him</em> to suck her nipples, eat her pussy and fuck her.&nbsp; After making the slave experience several pain-free orgasms, he was close himself, and had her give him permission to ejaculate inside her.&nbsp; He may have said Kaelyn's name as he came.<br><br>For the rest of his visits before and after that one, he put her whores through the ringer, making them suffer and scream, marking their bodies with streaks from the available whips and floggers as they were chained spread-eagle, before using their holes for every euro he was paying.&nbsp; Clearly, however, Kaelyn had a special place in his heart and mind.<br><br>Dr. Okanjo was surprised to see her, and unsure of how to act.&nbsp; This was the first and only time he ever saw her outside of the brothel.&nbsp; But he followed her lead, as a French gentleman would for a French lady.&nbsp; Her smile made him smile, and as hers grew wider so did his, and he hoped she would press each of her cheeks to each of side of his face, kissing the air by his ears, but it was not to be.&nbsp; They were not friends but business associates for now.<br><br>After using English with the presumably British or American manager of the Emperium, it was nice to speak French, particularly to a Frenchwoman.<br><br><strong>"<em>Madame Richelieu!&nbsp; Bonjour.&nbsp; C'est si bon de vous voir.&nbsp; Vous cherchez toujours impeccable et délectable, comme toujours."</em></strong>&nbsp; <em>Miss Richelieu!&nbsp; Hello.&nbsp; It's so good to see you.&nbsp; You look impeccable and delectable, as always.</em><br><br>Instead of a more familiar greeting, he took her hand, giving it a brief shake.&nbsp; A surge of energy pulsed through his arm reflexively, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it, letting the surface area between them slowly decrease, ending with his fingertips touching hers.<br><br><strong>"<em>J'étais bien, mais en ce moment... je me sens merveilleusement bien.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>I was well, but now... I feel wonderful.</em><br><br>When she spoke of his new slave, he used his shoe to lift her chin up, then pointed to the floor, making her display herself for Kaeylyn with spread thighs, arched back, and presented breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>He replied, <strong>"<em>N'ayez pas peur, Madame Richelieu.&nbsp; La raison principale de visiter votre maison close est à jeter les yeux sur vous.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Have no fear, Ms. Richelieu.&nbsp; The main reason I visit your brothel is to lay my eyes on you.</em><br><br>He paused for a moment, still smiling, then continued.<br><br><strong>"<em>Rendre votre cri salopes, c'est juste un bonus.&nbsp; Si vous seriez bien aimable de me permettre l'utilisation de votre donjon, je vais faire celui-là crier plus fort que tous les autres.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Making your sluts scream for you is just a bonus.&nbsp; If you would be so kind as to allow me use of your dungeon, I will make this one here scream louder than all the others.</em><br><br><strong>"<em>Je ne suis pas habituellement un à partager, mais depuis que je suis mangé de vos putains, je peux être prête à vous faire pour utiliser cette chatte.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>I am not usually one to share, but since I have partaken of your whores, I may be willing to let you to use this cunt.</em><br><br>Kaelyn seemed to admire the beauty of his slave, and noticed her aroused condition.<br><br><strong>"<em>Elle est comme un escargot qui laisse une trace visqueuse derrière elle.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>She is like a snail that leaves a slimy trail behind her.</em><br><br><strong>"<em>Attention à la marche pendant que vous marchez po Je ne voudrais pas pour vous de glisser et de tomber sur le gâchis cette salope a quitté la salle de vente de l'esclave ici.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Watch your step as you walk in.&nbsp; I would hate for you to slip and fall on the mess this slut has left from the slave salesroom to here.</em><br><br><strong>"<em>Qu'est-ce que votre entreprise aujourd'hui?&nbsp; Êtes-vous intéressé à ajouter à votre collection?</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>What is your business here today?&nbsp; Are you interested in adding to your collection?</em><br><br><strong>"<em>Vous trouverez quelques beaux spécimens sur le salesfloor. M. Adams, le directeur, prendra bien soin de vous.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>You will find some fine specimens on the salesfloor.&nbsp; Mr. Adams, the manager, will take very good care of you.</em><br><br>Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another woman and her slave come out of the same cab Kaelyn did.&nbsp; From a distance, he thought he recognized her.<br><br><strong>"<em>Un de vos amis?</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <em>A friend of yours?"</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 05:52:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium, Ryuuji Adam's Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam (Was also with Okello Okanjo and Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon)<br><br>Mizuki had observed the pair that entered the office with her master but otherwise didn't do much though she did rise in attention just in case that her master asked her to participate in the business "discussion". Even before she officially became his slave, such event weren't uncommon as he did had her gave the clients an oral or a blowjob to smooth out the business discussion but never to penetrate her and for that she was grateful. She knew that as a slave, she didn't have any right but she was still a girl and like all girl, she wanted her master to be her first time. This time though, it didn't seem that such service are necessary, even she could see that the man was completely taken by the other slave and didn't even spare her more than a glance. She kept paying attention to what was happening as the two men discuss their business matter, even when the other man continued to inspect the "merchandise" as they called it. From the other blonde's expression, she could tell that she was enjoying the ministration despite her slightly pained expression and for some reason it excited her too as she imagined herself in the blonde's position and her master in the man's place. <br><br>It didn't took long for the sale was finalized and the man took his new slave out of the office. She saw the slave took one last glance toward her as she and her new master left the room which seem to contain a message to remember her and she replied the glance with one herself, that of understanding as a fellow slave. As the office door closed behind the pair as if signalling the closed fate of the girl, Mizuki found that watching the treatment the man gave to the slave had turn her own pussy moist with her own sexual liquid. Part of her wanted to touch her own wet pussy but she held the desire back, her training under her parents had taught her that such action was only to be done on her master's order and approval. So she contented herself with adjusting her position to made as little a mess as possible to the carpeted floor.<br><br>Mizuki kept silent as her master was finally back behind the desk and seem to be taking interest on his monitor, a habit that she knew well of him every time he was done personally finalizing a sale of slaves. Whatever was in the monitor didn't seem to interest him for long as he turned to her and called her by her nickname, <strong>"Come here, pet."</strong> A smile rose on her lips as she dropped on all four and approached him, her master had only recently start calling her such but she had immediately taken to it like fish to water. Why wouldn't she? It was exactly what she wished to be, a pet, a creature whose sole purpose in life was to serve and please their master. She kept "walking" until she reached his feet and sat in attention as she waited for his further command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 15:28:11</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn laughed softly at Doctor Okanjo's compliment; it was nice to talk with men who still appreciated a free women. When he had his slave go on display she smiled widely, a slightly hungry tilt to it, and she let herself admire the cunt openly. The slave was very lovely indeed and the look in her eyes gave her away, a delicious fear that Kaelyn wanted to see grow and spread. Doctor Okanjo offered to make her scream loud, louder than he'd made her brothel slaves scream, and she sighed deeply in appreciation.<br><br>Her voice was softer, more intimate as she moved back in to him, the French words rolling off in a seductive lilt from her tongue. "<strong>Oh, my dear doctor, were you to do that for me, I'd be the happiest woman in this city. I would so enjoy seeing this creature scream.</strong>" And at his mentioning the possibility of letting her use the slave, Kaelyn licked her lips and placed a hand on his arm. She so did love a man who knew how to reel her in. "<strong>If that were to happen, I would so enjoy taking the cunt apart. But only if you were there to watch.</strong>"<br><br>It had been a while since she had flirted so easily and shamelessly, but the doctor made it so easy. She angled her body more towards his, her hand sliding slightly down his arm and tightening at his wrist. He wasn't aware of it, but she knew that he'd taken one of his slaves and had had her dominate him – as much as slave could, that is, – and when the cunt had told Kaelyn that bit of news, she'd decided to keep a close eye on him.<br><br>"<strong>Thank you for the warning,</strong>" she said as she brushed aside his worry about her possibly slipping and smiled widely when he asked what she was doing at the <em>Emperium</em>. "<strong>I'm here to purchase a slave, most likely a personal cunt that I can keep at my beck and call. Possibly another for the brothel – I haven't decided as of yet. Monsieur Adam always has the loveliest of cunts for sale, I'm sure one will meet my needs.</strong>"<br><br>Just as she was about to ask him something else, he asked about her friend. Kaelyn blinked for a moment and then remembered that she had come accompanied with Darya. A small surge of jealousy ran through her and she had to keep from rolling her eyes at herself, it wasn't as if the doctor was anything of hers for her to feel this way. She turned slightly and waved Darya over, her hand still on Doctor Okanjo's wrist.<br><br>"<strong>That's Darya Lisina, a lovely girl and very good friend of mine.</strong>" Darya made her way to them, her slave walking upright at her side. "<strong>She acquired her slave not too long ago and wants to treat the thing like a proper woman. Sadly, it's the only thing we don't see eye to eye on.</strong>" Kaelyn wasn't afraid of Darya hearing her, she was still talking in French and she knew that her friend refused to speak, let alone learn, the language.<br><br>Kaelyn looked at Doctor Okanjo and bit her lip lightly. "<strong>Doctor, I wanted to invite you to a small get together being held tonight at Darya's. I'd certainly be pleased if you could make it. You could even bring your new slave along, show her off a bit.</strong>" She wanted to stay talking with him, but the day was quickly going by and she had to get inside to see the slaves on offer. "<strong>I'll leave you chatting with Darya, let her tell you about the party. I hope to see you there tonight.</strong>" She squeezed his wrist gently and let go, snapping her fingers at the slave carrying her stuff. "<strong>She refuses to speak French, so I'm afraid you'll have to revert back to English. Have a lovely afternoon, my dear doctor.</strong>" Kaelyn blew him a kiss and made her way inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 16:19:32</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> On Display<br><strong>With:</strong> Alone<br><br><hr><br>Callie had taken to being put on display without comment. She found the whole thing rather more exhibitionist than she would have preferred, but she was careful not to let her discomfort in displaying her body show through, by trying to close her legs, or by shirking away from the eyes of customers. On the other hand, she didn't countenance the attentions of the patrons much. Only one man, who she had not responded to at all, had actually touched her. She disliked the experience, though she was at least relieved that he'd seemed to discount her. She hadn't liked him. He was too confident, too sure of what he wanted, and what he was there for.<br><br>Chained as she was, there wasn't much she could do but stand there and think. Thinking had become her pastime after leaving her family. She was a silent evaluator, and in her time she had decided she was probably going to have to choose someone to focus on sooner or later. She imagined that, the longer she went unsold, the worse it would be for her. She had, at least, to ensure that demand remained high. She was considering the possibility that she could work out how much someone was willing to spend and tailor her attentions to those who couldn't afford her. That way, at least, she would be showing that there were interested parties. Of course, without speaking, her only means of attracting such attention were by looks, and perhaps words, but she had no desire to speak if she could avoid it. Conversation, she imagined would have to be carefully tailored to elicit the response she wanted, and she was a much worse actor when it came to speaking, than it non-verbal communication.<br><br>She stretched slightly, though the movement was not much within her confines, but she settled in, avoiding standing particularly upright, to avoid the possibility that she'd be taken for proud, and might attract the attention of man who desired a slave that didn't want to be one, undoubtedly a sadistic variety of person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 16:30:06</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> Just outside the Emperium <br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his business associate, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br><br>Dr. Okanjo considered himself reasonably witty and charming, characteristics he enjoyed conveying to free members of the fairer sex.&nbsp; He almost always had them blushing or laughing, which usually eventually led to them orgasming beneath him, begging him for more, then begging him to stop, then thanking him for not stopping.&nbsp; <br><br>But Kaelyn was different.&nbsp; In terms of tennis, every time he served the ball thinking he had an ace, she returned it with equal power... along with an added surprise spin.&nbsp; They matched each other, stroke for stroke, point for point.<br><br>His action, in the form of the subtle extra contact during their handshake, matched his words, and Kaelyn was just as skilled at manipulating his heart strings with her gestures as with her voice.&nbsp; She laid her hand on his arm and he felt a jolt of electricity between them, barely containing a feint flinch as he was slightly startled by that hand sliding down his arm and squeezing his wrist, as if wrestling control from him and making him wonder what would happen next.&nbsp; <em>So this must be what it is like to be dominated.</em>&nbsp; This was not a scripted event from a surrogate, but the genuine article from someone he truly admired and desired.<br><br>For a moment, he hoped that her hand on his wrist would lead to an invitation to join her on her little shopping trip - it would not be the first time that he medically examined and physically appraised a potential slave purchase for an acquaintance - but instead she pulled one of his own classic moves of leaving the other wanting, letting absence make the heart grow fonder, but already creating suspense with the potential of a future meeting.&nbsp; Along with the implied possession she had of him with her hand on his wrist, her seduction of him was a new feeling that he enjoyed immensely, and he nodded slightly in approval.<br><br>He continued in French.&nbsp; <strong>"I would very much like to see you test... and break... the limits of this cunt.&nbsp; If you do decide to procure a slave or two, I would be more than happy to return the favor... while you are there to witness it."</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo noticed that his slave seemed to be very aware of the conversation they were having in front of her.&nbsp; He wrapped the leash around his fist, giving the leash a light tug, not giving her even an inch of slack.<br><br>When Kaelyn blew him a kiss, he acted like he was catching it in his hand, then placed his palm over his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"<em>Au revoir, Madame Richelieu.</em>&nbsp; I hope to see you again soon."</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo could not believe his luck.&nbsp; After buying his perfect slave and flirting with one of his favorite women in all of Monte Carlo, he was now... hopefully... laying eyes on one of the most beautiful athletes in all of the world.&nbsp; Even though she was dressed in jeans that hugged her long legs like a second skin and a blouse that was simple and sporty, he was sure that the tall, slender blonde was his favorite track and field star.<br><br><strong>"<em>Excusez-moi.</em>&nbsp; I mean, excuse me.&nbsp; I could not help but to think that you are familiar, and then Ms. Richelieu confirmed my thought by telling me your name.&nbsp; Darya Lisina?&nbsp; Darya Lisina... as in... one of... no... as in <em>the</em> greatest female long jumper in all of the world... that Darya Lisina?"</strong><br><br>The shop slave that loaded his car walked by the group empty-handed, paused, curtsied, and went back into the Emperium.&nbsp; Dr. Okanjo pushed a button on his car remote, causing the trunk of the high performance sports car, painted in a shade of yellow called Desert Gold, to slowly close and lock.&nbsp; He put the remote in his pocket while looking back at the woman, and brought his hand, cupped, out of his pocket toward his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>Briskly but not suddenly, he moved as if to offer a handshake, but he turned his palm toward the sky and extended his fingers, seemingly producing a business card out of thin air.&nbsp; The front side had his name, degrees, affiliated organizations, and contact information, while the back of the card had similar data in Spanish, French, German, Russian and Japanese.&nbsp; She was only an inch or two shorter than he, a detail that, when combined with her fame, her achievements and the slave she possessed, had him consider her an equal like Kaelyn.<br><br>He bowed slightly.&nbsp; <strong>"Congratulations on your recent performance at the Olympics, Miss Lisina.&nbsp; I use to be a sprinter myself, and I followed your career for the past few years.&nbsp; You have so much to be proud of.&nbsp; I have heard rumors that you have retired from the sport.&nbsp; If I may be so bold... is there any truth to that, and if so, how will you be occupying your time?"</strong><br><br>(Edit: typo)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 20:44:47</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> Outside the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu, Valentina Khorkina and Dr. Okanjo<br><br>I didn't like the air of the place. It was too posh and fake and the moment I got inside I wanted nothing else than to get out again and so I did. The women walking around here were all slaves and I fully realized how they looked at me and Kaelyn. Jealous, admiring, maybe even hate if they were still capable of having such feelings. Kaelyn sucking up with the man wasn't helping my mood either. Then she left us and the man approached me. I watched Kaelyn walk off and I smiled and shook my head slowly. Sometimes I wondered why we even liked each other so much.<br><br>Outside I stood watching the golden paint Mercedes when the man approached me. He seemed pleased with his car and after he was done charming me, he produced his card with so much air, I swear I could feel a hurricane raging through Monaco.<br><br><strong>"I am indeed, Mr....."</strong><br><br>I looked at his card and then back up at him.<br><br><strong>"Okanjo. How nice of you to say so."</strong><br><br>The reasons why I had quit the sport had been in the papers although none of them could get the story as I wanted. Some claimed I quit because I was getting married, others claimed it was an injury. <br><br><strong>"When you have won everything there is to win, Mr Okanjo, things tend to go slightly boring. I won it all, and set all records. The Olympics were the crown on my career. There is nothing left for me to motivate myself for.</strong><br><br>I told Valentina to sit down and walked around the Mercedes. <br><br><strong>"I wouldn't have taken this paint job. It's a bit.... vulgair. I spend my time now with enjoying life, cars, travelling. I drive a yellow Maserati GranTurismo here. But I'm in the market for another car. Why don't you come to my yacht party tonight? We can talk about the pleasures of life in a less.... smutty place?"</strong><br><br>I searched my bag for a card and handed it to him. <br><br><strong>"The Galaxy is moored off the coast. This card will get you a ferry to the ship. Bring whatever girls you like. If you got any friends interested in coming it's no problem. The Galaxy is big enough."</strong><br><br>That line.. I thought of it myself and I loved the pun in it. The Galaxy is big enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 22:22:52</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> Just outside the Emperium <br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his business associate, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br><br>Dr. Okanjo found the Russian beauty hard to read.&nbsp; She seemed annoyed, or amused, or both at the same time, and he was not sure if it was something he did or failed to do, or if her reactions had nothing to do with him at all.<br><br><strong>"<em>...How nice of you to say so...</em>."</strong><br><br>He was confused by this.&nbsp; Was she appreciating that he complimented her?&nbsp; Or was it some kind of sarcastic remark because he gave her a card with his name on it instead of introducing himself verbally?<br><br><strong>"Yes, Miss Lysina.&nbsp; Okanjo is my surname, my apologies for not saying it out loud.&nbsp; It is not everyday that I get to meet someone so accomplished and that I have admired for so long."</strong><br><br>He tried to listen carefully to her explanation regarding her retirement.&nbsp; For the most part, he failed to pay much attention to what she was saying.&nbsp; The last person to call him "Mr. Okanjo" instead of "Dr. Okanjo" was... actually, he could not recall a time anyone ever called him Mr. Okanjo.&nbsp; <br><br>That particular combination of title and name made him think of his late father, the man who abused his late mother and most affected the way Dr. Okanjo treated many of the women in his life.&nbsp; His mother was a blue-eyed blonde, just like the slave at his feet and the free woman before him...<br><br>A free woman that he would have loved to have chained up, spread eagle, and stripped naked.&nbsp; Her long and limber arms and legs would be stretched and strained, her small breasts surrounded with clothespins, her nipples clamped with alligator clips biting into her thin skin, her defined abs clenching as she sobbed and begged for mercy, her tight bottom penetrated with a fat anal plug, her pretty face streaked with tears, her long hair whipped around her head from the hard slaps he hit her cheeks with.<br><br>Leaving at the top of her game, he could accept.&nbsp; She did not mention any of the rumors for her retirement - injury, marriage, having a family - these were reasons for quitting a sport that he could understand.&nbsp; Even leaving at the top of her game he could accept.&nbsp; But she made so mention of a second career, except for living a life of luxury.&nbsp; He knew she came from money, but so did Kaelyn, and she still ran a successful business, even though she did not have to and was older than Darya.&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Okanjo's opinion of the Russian started sinking.&nbsp; New thoughts of forcing her to consume his Milkmaid drug then using machines to pump her lactating breasts came to mind, followed by scenes of her mammary gland secretions being used to feed hogs that mated with her bound body covered in mud and jizz.<br><br>He found it strange that she criticized his car's color when her own had a similar shade.&nbsp; <strong>"The car was not purchased, but won in a high stakes game of poker, Miss Lysina.&nbsp; The Arab gentleman that lost it to me obtained this one-of-a-kind model from the Dubai Auto Show two years ago.&nbsp; But I suppose if I had as much gold as you have earned in your short life, I, too, would seek a different color."</strong><br><br>He did not bother correcting her misuse of his title.&nbsp; She was obviously literate in English if she could read his name.&nbsp; Was she trying to insult him, or did she spend so much time on the track that she could failed to see the "Dr." in front of his name?<br><br>Had she invited him to her ship after only this conversation, he probably would have declined.&nbsp; However, Kaelyn was going to be there, which meant that Dr. Okanjo planned on being there, too.&nbsp; He laughed politely at her pun, and offered one of his own.<br><br><strong>"I appreciate your kindness in inviting me to your ship, Miss Lysina.&nbsp; I will certainly be there.&nbsp; As for your plans after an esteemed, unparalleled career in the long jump, I am sure no matter what you do, you will go... far.&nbsp; Good day, Miss Lysina."</strong><br><br>He bowed slightly, snapped his wrist, and walked his slave to the passenger side of the car.&nbsp; He laid a towel on the seat so she would not ruin the leather interior with the nectar from her nether lips, had her sit on the towel, then pushed a button for her door to lower and close.&nbsp; He got into his side of the car, closed that door, and drove off (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6503941#msg6503941).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 03:28:36</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - his office<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam (Kaelyn Richelieu through the monitor)<br><br>Ryuui gave a rare smile at his slave as he felt her stopping next to him and reached out to pet her on the head just like one would do to a pet dog or cat. He knew that she enjoys such ministration, she always did even long before the law which sealed her fate as one that of a slave was enacted. He then lower his hand as he trace the side of her face softly, almost affectionately before stopping on her lips where he trace those soft red flesh with his thumb. His finger continued their track down as he cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger to made her look up slightly from her position and looked at him. <br><br>Ryuuji took a glance down to Mizuki's body and immediately recognize that her lower region is glistening slightly, no doubt a sign of her excitement. He immediately understands the cause of the excitement and he had to admit that part of him resent that they are currently at workplace which meant that he couldn't ravage her as he wanted to, it was simply not a professional conduct nor was it feasible considering that he could be called out of his office to take care of an issue at the lower levels anytime. Instead, he contented himself by groping and fondling her breasts softly, enjoying their feeling softness under his palm as he teased her soft pink nipples by gently tickling and pinching them with his thumbs and index fingers, feeling the buds harden under his ministration. The soft moans escaping from his former little sister's lips sounds like music from heaven to his ears as he continued his action as if he was trying to made her cum just from her breasts.<br><br>it was several minutes later that he finally let go of his slave's breasts and turned back to his job. It was then that something in his monitor caught his attention. He clicked on one of the moving pictures which were showing the view of the indoor security cameras to enlarge it to fill the entire screen. He narrowed his eyes to the screen to make sure that he wasn't mistaken before finally sitting back on his chair with a small smile on his face as he thought to himself,&nbsp; <em>'Whew, this really is my lucky day. First, it was Dr. Okanjo and now Kaelyn Richelieu....'</em> He knew the woman alright, though pretty much only strictly professional and no more that she owned one of the most popular and high class brothel in Monaco. Her establishment had been one of the place outside of his office that he frequently chose to bring his business clients to seal the deal. He had also occasionally rented some of her girls to entertain his guests during business cruise fishing trip using one of the company yachts. Her service never came cheap but as far as he was concerned, the thousands of euros spent was worthy investment if it would net him millions out of it. He looks at the screen again and thought to himself, <em>'Well, lets see what she wants.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 09:42:09</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Receptionist.<br><hr><br>It was a beautiful department store but he was not here for those kinds of objects, he was here for the kind of object that seemed to be the most sought after in this city, slaves. But just like his last stop it was not for the purchase of one, it was for the freedom of one. In this context it would be even harder to prove his paternity but he had the photo of her mother's letter on his phone so it was likely that if they said that she was there then she could likely prove it was her mother who had written to him about him being her father. Even if that was not effective all he had to do was buy her if she was not bought already and then free her.<br><br>So he moved his way through the store before he found the service desk to see if there was someone that could help him with him problem of his daughter, he was not going to tell his story to them immediately for he was sure that it was something that they had likely heard for high priced slaves before, he was going to first ask if there were any slaves meeting her description and move on from there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 14:43:04</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> Out side, the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>I getted out of the taxi, my Darya helped me. My knees, they hurt a little, from all my kneelings and sittings. But, I knowed, never for complaning. Darya didn't like it, if I talked back, to her. And besides, so many slaves, they would love, the mostly good life, Darya gived me! With only hurting knees, for complaning of!<br><br>I watched, as Karlyn walking into Emperium. I almost shaked my head, I didn't though. I didn't under stand, how she and my Darya, they were friends? She seemed, very different. But my Darya, she always was different, from most free women I meeted. She didn't treat me, usually, like trash. I was very glad, my Mistress, she was Darya, and not Kaelyn!<br><br>When Darya, and I, were alone, for a moment, I speaked to her, very quiet. <strong>"Mistress, you telled Miss Kaelyn, there's being a party, on your yacht,"</strong> I whispered, to my Darya. I fidgeted, and I looked at my toes, when I speaked. <strong>"You didn't tell me, about it. Do I need doing some thing, for preparing, for your party?"</strong><br><br>But, before Darya could answer me, if she wanted, a gentleman walked over, to us. And he talked to my Darya, instead. I listened, very silent, I didn't say any thing, again. I watched, as Mr. Okanjo, he stared at Darya, it looked very clear, he wanted fucking her! She was super pretty, and sexy, I didn't blame him.&nbsp;<br><br>But Mr. Okanjo, he didn't even look, at me. I kind of was happy, for that. He scared me, a little, thoughts of Darya giving me, to him, for fucking, it scared me, very much! But, I realised, it also meaned I was only like his cars. I didn't mean any thing, to him, being a slave. And I wondered, if I only was like a car, for my Darya, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 20:14:43</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Tillie LeBon; Sophie Maryse Bisset; Callie Shaw; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>As the door shut behind her Kaelyn let out a small laugh, the image of Doctor Okanjo catching her kiss bringing a soft glow to her cheeks. Not only had it been ages since she'd truly been able to flirt with a man, it had been much longer since she'd met one that could meet her on equal standing and not be bowled over by her dominating personality. She wasn't sure where this was going, this possible thing with the doctor, but she knew that she'd be enjoying it all the same.<br><br>Finally, she reached the showroom where slaves were put on display and saw that Monsieur Adam had three lovely specimens on display. She headed toward a red-headed cunt, whose large breasts had images of constant torture running through Kaelyn's head. From her purse she took out a pair of gloves, ones she'd had specially designed for examining slaves. The insides of the gloves were a soft silk, something that wouldn't stick to her hands, and the outside was a thick latex, easily cleaned and completely impersonal. She slid them on and handed her purse to the slave following her around.<br><br>"<strong>I don't want you out of my sight.</strong>" Kaelyn didn't even look at it, focusing all her attention on the creature in front of her.<br><br>She took the cunt's chin in hand and turned her head this way and that. "<strong>You're a decent looking thing. Unfortunately I already have some redheads in my stock, much better looking than you.</strong>" Her harsh comments didn't stop her from sliding her hands down the slave's body, the gloves she wore pulling lightly at the skin. Kaelyn moved her hands back up, cupping the large breasts that had caught her attention. She squeezed them, slightly fascinated by the way the flesh attempted to squeeze out between her fingers. Her thumb rubbed over the nipples, her nails digging in harshly. After a moment of this she moved away and shook her head. "<strong>Lovely as your breasts are, you really just wouldn't do for what I had in mind.</strong>"<br><br>The next slave was a brunette, not much too look at, if she were honest and Kaelyn almost passed it by until saw the price. There had to be something about the cunt if it was worth that much and she had an inkling as to what it was, she'd just have to verify it with Monsieur Adam. She stopped in front of it and put a finger under the delicate looking chin, tilting the slave's head up until it was looking at the ceiling and its neck was bared. "<strong>Stay like that.</strong>" Kaelyn cupped one breast in her hand, tweaking the pert nipple with her thumb as it responded to the touch. When the nipple was hard, she let go of the slave's breast and twisted the nipple harshly, tugging down at the same time. She took note of the slave's reaction, twisting harder and imagining what else she could do with it.<br><br>Kaelyn let go and walked around the slave, her gloved hand moving along the body. It had a nice ass and strong looking legs, something that really caught her attention. She took a step back and smacked the cunt hard in the ass, watching in satisfaction as the flesh bounced and reddened slightly at the point of impact. The slave seemed young, possibly just recently released for sale, and her body showed her youthfulness. Kaelyn walked back around and placed a hand against the slut's pussy, rubbing against it with the heel of her hand.<br><br>"<strong>I wonder if you've had the pleasure of being taking apart, bit by bit, cunt, used in ways even a lowly creature like you could never have imagined.</strong>" She slid her fingers along the slave's pussy lips, not penetrating but stimulating all the same. Again she took note of the reaction and set the knowledge aside. A short minute passed before Kaelyn moved her hand away, wiping the small bit of slut juice against the slave's stomach. She turned to the shop slave and ordered her to get Monsieur Adam. "<strong>Be quick about it, leave my purse and things here.</strong>"<br><br>The shop slut nodded and set her things down on a small side table. As the slave walked away, Kaelyn turned to the last one in line. It was a pretty thing, dark hair in a pixie like cut and features that begged to be slapped. There was something about its eyes, though, and instead of repelling her, it made her want to know more. "<strong>I wonder what it is about you, cunt, that makes you think you can hide.</strong>"<br><br>She didn't touch that slave, just stood back and watched it. Kaelyn had expected to only find one, but it seemed that luck was with her today and she would be taking home two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 00:03:19</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> Emperium Sales rooms, slave sales floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Kaelyn Richelieu, Shop slaves<br><br>Men came and went and none bought me. I hated not being owned. The worst feeling in the world was to be unwanted. And then a freewoman came in. She was very beautiful, and part of me envied her the money and status she must enjoy. But that part was only very small. She looked at&nbsp; Callie first, played with her a bit and moved on to me. Looked me up and down and was about to walk away. I almost sighed with relief. But then she stopped, looking at the price ticket, and turned back to me.<br><br>I had my head lowered, of course, as befit a well trained slave. A sharp fingernail pressed under my chin, forcing my head up. And up further. Realising what she was doing, although not why, I tipped my head right back, careful to keep my chin in contact with her finger, but making sure she didn't have to push. The order to stay like this was not a surprise, really, although it was rather uncomfortable. The hand cupping her breast felt nice, the pain was sharp and I closed my eyes briefly, keeping my expression neutral as she squeezed my nipple and twisted it. That felt so good. It had been an age since my final training session at the orphanage, and I missed the beatings, the torture.<br><br>There was something in the gloves the woman wore, that actually made them rasp my skin, sticking to it and pulling it in odd ways. It was the first time I'd felt anything like this and I decided I didn't like it. I wondered if the man who finally bought me would use such gloves as a punishment. I hoped so. And the she asked me a question. I listened and decided the question was rhetorical, not requiring me to break silence. Some owners, I knew, liked their slaves to talk, others liked their slaves silent. The only way to find out which was to wait for permission to talk, and risk punishment for not answering, or to answer, and risk punishment for doing so.<br><br>Her hand on my cunt was nice and I suppressed a soft purr, but then her fingers spread my lips. I was wet, of course. My daily venus pill saw to that - a reduced dose because they didn't want us fucking each other in the holding pens, but it was enough to have me horny and wet. I twitched, I couldn't help it, and a soft sigh escaped my lips.<br><br>She wiped her hand clean and moved on, but not before sending the shop slave to get Maître Adam. Why? I was beginning to get dizzy, so I took a risk and in a soft voice asked, "Excusez-moi, Maîtresse, puis-je réduire ma tête maintenant S'il vous plaît?"<sup>1</sup> I just hoped against hope that the reason she had sent for the Master was not what I suspected it was.<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">1] Excuse me, Mistress, may I lower my head now please?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 22:12:43</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Tillie LeBon; Sophie Maryse Bisset; Callie Shaw; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>A soft voice interrupted Kaelyn's contemplations of the slaves, coming from the young cunt that had caught her attention. She walked back over to it and put her hand on its neck, stroking softly. "<strong>I'm sure you know the answer to that question, cunt.</strong>" Her voice was cold, annoyance seeping through the hard tone. "<strong>I don't recall giving you permission to speak, so I wonder what made you think that you could.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn pressed her fingers into the supple skin of the slave's neck, tightening her hold slightly. "<strong>I hadn't expected to make such a find when I decided to come down here today, you are quite the unexpected surprise.</strong>" She released her hold and moved her hand down to the slave's mound. This time when she parted the slightly wet pussy lips her gloved fingers expertly found the cunt's clit. With her thumb and pointer finger, Kaelyn squeezed the small nub hard, pressing the nail of her thumb into it. She then released the tight hold and tugged slightly, watching for the slut's reaction.<br><br>"<strong>I know I'm right about why you cost so much, little cunt, and I'm going to enjoy breaking you in.</strong>" Her fingers were repeating the squeeze and tug on the slave's clit as her other hand moved to the average sized breasts. "<strong>Some body modification is in order, though, as you're only just above decent.</strong>" Kaelyn cupped the left breast, hefting it in her hand as if she were weighing it. "<strong>I think these need to be a good deal larger, give me more room to play with. And your nipples,</strong>" she let go of the breast and tweaked the hardened nipple, "<strong>are going to be my favorite part of you to play with, especially after they've been made more useful.</strong>"<br><br>With one last squeeze, Kaelyn pulled her hand away from the slave's pussy, the glove glistening with wet; once again she wiped the glove on the slave's stomach. "<strong>You have no idea what you're in for slut. And once I've got you home, you'll receive your punishment for speaking out of turn. For now, stay as you are.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 23:58:37</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Tillie_portrait.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> Emperium Sales rooms, slave sales floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Kaelyn Richelieu, Shop slaves<br><br>Okay, so, bad move asking permission. But lesson learned about this freedwoman. Speak only when given permission. A little voice at the back of my head said, <em>Or when she hasn't punished you recently,</em> and I suppressed a smile at the thought. But that thought, and the Mistress' continuing words left me in no doubt that she meant to buy me.<br><br>Horror! Not what she was proposing doing to my breasts - they weren't exactly huge and having them enlarged would increase my DMV. No, it was the mere thought of being owned by... a dyke! The word popped into my head and I fought to push it out again and failed. Dyke - lesbian. Noooooo! I had been trained since I was ten to please my Master, told that a man would buy me and use me as his plaything. A woman was buying me? Unthinkable! I fought for balance even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me from her painful attention. I fought it off, concentrating on the pain, on that microscopic dot on the ceiling that I figured had to be a spider.<br><br>If I came I would be punished worse, this I knew from experience. A double dose of Venus and then being strapped to a wall with my legs spread and my arms above my head when I was sixteen had taught me never to cum without permission again. The entire orphanage had turned out to humiliate and punish me and I had hung there, desperate for relief and denied it, for two days until the drug wore off. I was then denied any orgasms for an entire week.<br><br>So I knew what would happen if I came and I managed not to.<br><br>I bit my lower lip against the pleasure and to stop myself making a sound, and stood there, hands chained behind my back and head tilted back as far as it would go while I waited to be bought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 06:29:14</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. &amp; Kaelyn Richelieu - among others, freed and enslaved.<br><br><hr><br>Sophie let a smile crease over her face. Her confidence came from a place well bellow anything conscious. She made no attempt to dominate the situation, or otherwise. She only knew that she would live through most anything. People grinning in her face, knocking her in every direction, being put down with her back turned; Sophie didn't mind. Really nothing tended to bother her, pain, and luxury swam by her with a grace that she allowed at a constant pace. With the apparent nature of a monk, she could feel Kaelyn testing another cunt. Jealousy squirmed up her spine, not in the general sense. She only wanted to catch this woman's attention. Something in Tillie had sparked young Ms. Bisset, a rivalry of sorts. The two of them were counter-active of each other, coming from different worlds, but sharing the same life. There was nothing obvious in the air that led Sophie to believe that she was being chosen by Kaelyn as well. But, she wanted to be, in a way, she wanted to stay with Tille, if only just to see what happened. And, all of this time, she had expected a man to buy her and punish her for a lifetime. the concept of a female owner brightened the pale surface of her skin. It would be a welcome change, perhaps, a bit more of a challenge. But, Sophie felt compelled, that much was fact.<br><br>Her chains rattled, and she moved her arms down to the floor. Her body leaned over behind itself, and she did her best to lay down on the pedestal that had been given to her. the shape of the chains, where they were planted into the floor, and where they were wrapped about Sophie's body; all of this forced her to stretch into an unnatural form. But, her sleek body stayed calm, and motionless once she was lifted over the hardware of metal at the base of her spine, and the bottom of her back. Her legs were slithering against each other, not unlike they had been before the emporium opened.<br><br>She hoped that her mysterious movement would draw Kaelyn over to her. Tilting her head to the side, she glared at the possible owner, putting a deep sea of lust in her eyes. The attention that she craved only grew larger in the pit of her stomach, and it poured off of her entire form without effort. Sophie's lips parted, her tongue clicked, and her knees drifted apart; the softest skin between them came out with slow exposure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 08:15:24</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - his office then to the ground floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Kaelyn Richelieu, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>Ryuuji heard the intercom on his desk beeped again for the second time today but this time he was ready and expected it. He pressed the button on it again and asked anyway, "What is it?" a female voice replied to him timidly, "A woman at the ground floor asked to see you, sir. She addressed you by name." A small smile creeped on his face as he heard it, he knew that Richelieu would only called to see him if she was interested with one of his slaves and only need a slightly more push to purchase, something that he was always more than willing to give. Regardless though, his voice remained cold as he spoke again before cutting the communication out, <strong>"I'll be down there in a few minute."</strong> <br><br>Once again he made his way to the ground floor using the lift and it didn't took long before he walks toward the woman. Once he was near her, he decided to greet her with the few french phrase that he was familiar with, it is the basic secret in business to greet the customer with their native language if possible, the customers tend to react more favorably to such hospitality, <strong>"Bonjour, Madame Richelieu. Comment puis-je vous aider aujourd'hui?"<sup>[1]</sup></strong> with the hospitality greeting done, he switch back to english as he offered his hand to shake, <strong>"I hope I got that right, unfortunately my French obviously still wasn't up to par."</strong><br><br><sup>[1]</sup>: Hello, Madam Richelieu. How can I help you today?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 10:01:27</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> Emperium - Lobby<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina<br><br>I had no need to go looking for slaves. Maybe later. So instead I stayed in the lobby and found a chair. When a slave asked me if she could help me I asked for a drink and sat Myshka on my lap.<br><br><strong>"No Myshka. You don't have to prepare."</strong><br><br>My hands caressed her hair as I looked around. I hoped Kaelyn would be quick about it.<br><br><strong>"Just be yourself and please the people that come. Make me proud."</strong><br><br>The slave brought me my drink and forgot Myshka's.<br><br><strong>"Slave. Can you not think? I got somebody sitting on my lap and you ignore her as if she doesn't excist? Bring her the same drink as I have and I expect it to be on the house. Also bring me the owner of this place as soon as you can."</strong><br><br>The slave looked at me with a bit of panic in her eyes as the poor thing probably didn't speak any English at all. I sighed and thought hard about the French words and then told her in French. She hastily hurried off to get him and I realized I had forgotten to ask for another drink in French. In times like this, I longed back to London where at least the world seemed a little more civilized than down here. I followed her with my eyes to an Asian looking man who was just introducing himself to Kaelyn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 17:18:31</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>Driving to the Emperium...Arival at the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad<br><hr><br>Rayn slammed the door of his car &nbsp;(http://www.thesupercars.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Jaguar-E-Type.jpg)shut as he entered; drawing a metallic clang from the classic bodywork. hearing Rosalie's saddened voice over Adrian's words. He lent across, gently stroking her hair.<strong> "I know my pet, you did very well." </strong>He smiled, lifting her chin up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips; then pinched her cheek. <strong>"I'm sure he's just jealous that I get to have such a beauty all to myself."</strong> Rayn grinned, trying to cheer her up.<strong> "Now lets see if we can't pick out some new toys at the Emperium."</strong> He kissed her once more, then set off towards their destination.<br><br>It was only a short drive to the Emperium, and Rayn kept his hand on Rosalie's inner thigh as they drove, never missing an opportunity to gently caress her soft flesh. His fingers teased along her, and he smiled as he watched her become more flushed. Once they reached the Emperium he handed his key's to one of the store slaves to park his car, and then unleashed Rosalie.<strong> "Now, do not wander too far pet, and do not talk to any men unless spoken too first."</strong> He told her this even though she rarely misbehaved, more out of habit than need.<br><br>Rayn headed off towards the slave floor of the store. Hoping to find a quick purchase for Mr Dumont.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 17:34:58</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> On Display<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu<br><br><hr><br>Once more, Callie found herself being, perused for purchase. Once more rejected, to her own satisfaction. She tried her best to ignore the actions of the woman. She ground her teeth slightly when her nail dug into her nipples. Callie had almost been hoping for a woman to buy her, but she could see that this was partly unreasonable optimism. This woman was obviously sadistic, and Callie was relieved when she got worse as she went on. Callie could hear her talking and did not like what she heard. She only felt sorry for the girl she would ultimately purchase.<br><br>Once more alone with her thoughts, she stretched again, this time trying to escape the tiny bit of stinging sensation left by the woman's rough treatment of her nipples. Of course, nothing but time would be the cure. Being on display seemed to her to be a tiresome affair. She almost wondered if she wouldn't have been better off being trained for a speciality. The girls she'd seen made to walk and look like animals perhaps? Perhaps not. She imagined that they, on display, would likely be on their hands and knees, and she could imagine that being a far worse prospect for a long period of time than standing.<br><br>It was only the inevitability of it all that discouraged thoughts of escape. Of course she had been thinking on the idea that one would have to accept anything done to her by a master? Certainly not, just as she would not accept just any master. She had no choice, once purchased, of course, that would be a thought for another time if she found herself facing disfigurement. What she had, however disabled it was by her present position, was her manner, her words, her look, and her attention. It seemed to be words that most gave away the intentions of the buyers, and sooner or later she'd have to roll the dice on someone and attempt to encourage a purchase. So much riding on one very flimsy chance at a choice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 17:59:07</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> Emperium - Lobby<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina&nbsp;<br><br>I nodded, when Darya telled me for being myself, and pleasing others, at her party. <strong>"Yes Mistress, I will,"</strong> I said, very soft. I didn't know, what she meaned? But usually, my Darya, she was very good, to me. So I decided, for trusting her.<br><br>I sitted, on Darya's lap. My bare bottom, it rested, on her jeans. I folded my hands, together, and putted them, on my lap. I wanted very much, stroking Darya's hair, or resting my head, on her pretty slender shoulder. But, in public, I knowed a silly slave girl, she shouldn't show afections, for her mistress, with out permissions.<br><br>I crinched, when Darya, she yelled at the poor pretty slave girl. <strong>"I, I don't need,"</strong> I beginned whispering, very quiet. But, I was too nervous, for finnishing, my words. And Darya, she finnished speaking, in French, I didn't under stand, that language. I only knowed, the poor slave, she runned off, and fetched a drink, for me. I taked the glass, from her, with the shaking hands, I almost spilled it on my Darya! I sipped it, very quick, so I wouldn't.<br><br><strong>"Are, are, are you buying another slave, Mistress?"</strong> I asked Darya, very timid. I looked at my Darya's pretty eyes, when I asked. I still worried, a little, if she buyed a new one, what might happen, to me. Even though, I was my Darya's slave, &nbsp;and she maked me do humilating things, some times? I still finded myself, caring for her. I didn't know why, some times, but she still owned my heart, and not only my body. I never telled her that, though, I didn't think, I ever could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 22:37:25</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> Driving to the Emperium...Arival at the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad<br><br>She turned her head and smiled at him, still stung by those unwarranted insults. She nuzzled against Rayn's hand as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss to her lips, gently tilting her head up to better receive it. She sighed contentedly, quickly forgetting what Adrian had said to her. <strong>"I wanted to please daddy, and I am glad I did so."</strong> she smiled, leaning in as he moved to kiss her once more, parting her lips to invite him to deepen it a little more.<br><br>His hand rested gently on her inner thigh, his fingers stroking the smooth flesh there. She always remained smooth and hairless in all places, as Rayn invested in the best for her. She couldn't help parting her legs a little more, giving him the opportunity to stroke towards her sex if he wanted, but she knew the ride to the Emperium wouldn't take particularly long. <strong>"I won't leave daddy's side, and I won't speak unless daddy wishes it."</strong> she said, as they stepped out of his car to go inside. She knew better than to wander off, someone might mistake her as being for sale if she wasn't careful or try to run off with her. <br><br>As he made his way to the slave portion,&nbsp; she walked a few steps behind, head bowed respectfully and if anyone should speak to her addressing them politely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 19:54:34</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam; Tillie LeBon; Sophie Maryse Bisset; Callie Shaw; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>As she stepped away from the young slut Kaelyn turned to the other one. It had moved, displaying its body like a bitch in heat and the thought of it wanting her attention made Kaelyn smile sharply. She moved over to it and ran her hand down the cunt's body, the pussy juices from the younger one glistening on the soft skin. She stopped when she reached the thigh and splayed her hand there, helping the slave as she spread her legs open for Kaelyn.<br><br>"<strong>You are quite literally the attention whore, aren't you cunt?</strong>" There was mirth in her voice and her touch was light on the slut's skin. "<strong>You've certainly caught mine for the moment. The question is, can you keep it?</strong>" Her hand drifted up and lightly caressed the slave's pussy, fingers sliding through the now wet folds of its lips, dipping in and slipping back out.<br><br>Kaelyn knew she would enjoy having this slut around, having the thing begging for attention and making the slut work for even a tiny scrap of it. She moved her hand back up the slave's body, gently squeezing the pert breasts before coming to a rest at the base of its neck. "<strong>Maybe some light modification for you, definitely some piercings. I'd love to watch you writhe as your nipples are stretched to their limits.</strong>" One final caress along the shoulder and then she moved away. "<strong>I want to see you pleasure yourself slave, show me exactly what you enjoy. Just make sure not to come until you're given permission.</strong>"<br><br>From the corner of her eye she saw Monsieur Adam approaching and she took off her gloves as she turned to him, half her attention still on the slave she had just stepped away from. His stilted French brought an amused smirk to her lips, but she appreciated his efforts none the less. She gave him a small nod and pointed over to the young cunt. "<strong>Monsieur, I wanted to ask you about that slave. I have a feeling as to why its price is so high, but I wanted you to confirm it for me. She's a virgin, am I correct?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 06:02:24</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam, Kaelyn Richelieu, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>Ryuuji turned to look at the slave on display that Richelieu was pointing out for him and a very small smile tugged on the edge of Ryuuji's lips as he replied to the bussom woman, <strong>"Should have known that you would find that so easily, Madame. I really expected no less of you."</strong> He paused for a bit before continuing. Normally, he wouldn't be able to recite the slave's properties without the help of a copy of the slave's DMV due to him dealing in numerous number of them, it simply wasn't possible to remember each one but the one slave that Richelieu was one of the few that he would remember due to her unique properties, <strong>"Yes, you are correct, Madame. She is one of our rarer find, as you no doubt knows, for a slave out of BAF training still retaining their virginity are extremely rare as they have to be truly exceptional in their trainings."</strong> ] He then points to the slave before continuing, <strong>"Even among them however, this one still stands out. She had endured even the highest level training at the center and still came out of it with her virginity intact, that more than anything had proven that she was truly a diamond among the gems as they call it."</strong><br>Ryuuji turned again toward the slave before continuing, <strong>"I am guessing from the slave's position, you probably already knew that the slave is very much a willing slave. That in itself must tell you just how high the quality of this slave's training is."</strong> He knew that he was lying it a bit thick but the information was not one that can be misconstrued as lies, he simply omitted a little of the details but as far as he is concerned, knowing the woman that is Kaelyn Richelieu, those details were not something that she couldn't break out of the slave in no time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 14:54:09</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Emperium's back door<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>After what seemed an eternity, the shutter door opened (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6489860#msg6489860), and I stepped in out of the Mediterranean sunshine into the stiflingly hot loading bay. The man who had opened the door was someone I knew by name. "Ah, Xavier, mon ami, ça va?"<sup>1</sup><br><br>"Oui, ça va"<sup>2</sup>, he replied with a typical Gallic shrug. "What have you got for me Mam'selle Tuchamba?"<br><br>"Red head. Black market, untrained and vicious. The collar is real, but blank, so whoever buys her will need a contact in the BAF to get it set up correctly." I spoke in a low voice. Xavier was not the brightest spark or he wouldn't be working as a slave pusher on a loading dock. Of course, I'd just outlined my biggest problem here. The longer the bitch was in my possession with that damn unregistered collar, the more chance there was of someone noticing her on the BAF system. The penalties for slave trafficking weren't too harsh - a fairly hefty fine - but for black market dealing - well, I could end up loosing my EE licence!<br><br>It was therefore imperative for me to off-load the little bitch as quickly as I could, or kill her and dump her body in the harbour!<br><br>Xaviar nodded and walked over to where my slave was holding the readhead's leash. He walked around her, crushed her breasts in his meaty hands, yanked her to her feet by her hair, shoved a finger up her arse, and then up her cunt, then to my amusement used the same finger to feel inside the ring gag tin the slut's mouth. "Hmm... Not bad. If it were down to me, Mam'selle, I'd give you forty cents on the Euro, but sadly it is not."<br><br>He waved to one of the slaves that populated this corner of the store. These were the ugly ones, the over-muscled ones, the over-tall ones, the ones that no-one wanted. Their collective DMV together probably added up to what Monsieur Adam asked for a single slave he sold. This particular slave was about 157 tall, chubby, and had serious scars across her whole body. She was about thirty seven, and it looked like she'd been set on fire. Or possibly set herself on fire rather than take the collar. Her sumptuous breasts were clamped into a sort of hoist thing that seemed to attach to her crotch as well and had a number of fairly substantial boxes stacked on it. The number seven was branded clearly above her right breast and on her left arse cheek.<br><br>"Ah number seven. Go and find one of the store slaves and tell her to fetch Monsieur Adam, as soon as possible". He reinforced the order with a vicious swipe at the slave's behind with his crop. The human pump-truck nodded and scurried off, pausing to unload her boxes.<br><br>I sighed softly. "Sluttie-babe, come here and eat your mistress out, there's a girl" I grinned, then looked up at Xavier who was leering at me. "Do you mind? Haven't you got a warehouse to run?" He looked startled, then guilty, and sauntered off, while I dropped my slacks and panties and sat on a packing crate, spreading my legs. <br><br><hr><br>1] "Ah Xavier, my friend, how's it going?" (Literally, "it goes?")<br>2] "Okay". (Again literally, "Yes, it goes".&nbsp; The French have a wonderfully compact form of greeting. "It's going?" "Yes, it's going").
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 23:23:57</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">David Cornell</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Emperium -&gt; Casino<br><strong>With:</strong> No one<br><hr><br>The receptionist told him that his superior was busy and should be free in a hour or two. David just shrugged it off and then headed out of the place, he would come back later. If she was there then there was a chance that she was not going to be sold by the time that he returned so he felt that it was okay if he just left to go have lunch somewhere and then return later. Since he was retired there was no rush to get back to the States nor would he till he found his daughter and made his offer to her. His phone was taken out of his pocket once more to ask where was a good place to eat, and it responded to him that it was the Casino close by.<br><br>David then headed over in the direction of the Casino walking along with "Brand New Day" by Will.i.am, it kept him in good spirits and made him feel like all of this was just the beginning of something. When he made it to the Casino, he walked inside and then headed to the hostess for the restuarant where he ordered steak, a small side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a Cesar Salad with water as a beverage. He was escorted to the table. A few minutes later he then received his salad, eating at it slowly as he went through the messages on his phone and email.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 01:07:04</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam; Tillie LeBon; Sophie Maryse Bisset; Callie Shaw; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn listened attentively to Monsieur Adam as he confirmed the slave's intact condition. She smirked when he mentioned the slave being a diamond. "<strong>I'm not so sure about it being quite that special, but you've certainly caught my attention.</strong>" He finished speaking and waited for her to decide.<br><br>"<strong>I'm sure she'll be quite the interesting little thing to train. I'll take it,</strong>" she looked back at the other slave and smiled. It was doing as it had been ordered, it's body a sinuous line of temptation. "<strong>I'll take that other one as well.</strong>"<br><br>She smiled as she turned back to Monsieur Adam. "<strong>If you could make this as quick a process as possible, I have much to get done with what's left of my afternoon.</strong>" Kaelyn handed him her credit card and crossed her arms; the smile on her lips a satisfied one. Her trip to the <em>Emperium</em> had resulted much more fruitful than she had anticipated and she wanted nothing more than to go home to start training her new slaves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 06:30:01</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br><strong>With:</strong> Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. &amp; Kaelyn Richelieu - among others, freed and enslaved.<br><br><hr><br>Sohie had brought three fingers to her mouth, pasting the front of her body with saliva as her other hand worked the liquid into her skin. The small french woman had to bend sideways, due to the constricting chains about her neck and limbs. Her left hand stayed close to her mouth, pinching her own lips, abusing the back of her own throat as best as she could, however, unable to reach as far as she wished that they would.<br><br>when Kaelyn turned to look at her, Sophie had her eyes shut. Her right hand was over the parted lips of her pussy. Every finger was hard at work. her free hand drifted up and down, from her navel, to the tips of her chopped up hair. The rattle of her chains were rhythmic, out of sync with her gentle moans, and sharp breathing form. but, it her sounds entered the echoing labyrinth of the emporium like music. The slapping sound of her left hand against her own breast, as she clutched it, withdrawing her eyes from behind her eyelids, she lifted her head and looked down at her own body. <br><br>A free woman had given her the freedom to masturbate. Sophie had dreamed of this for a long time. She would not just let the opportunity slip through her fingers. She would savor it.<br><br>Her hips were grinding in a circular motion, and it made one of the links in her chain pop every few seconds or so. The hand against her soft, oozing under-carriage was hard at work. Those five fingers were the only parts of her body moving with any speed at all. <br><br>"This is good," she hissed out in English unable to stop herself from saying something. She wanted to come. Pent up energy was sort of the name of the game, here. She had been forced to wait while on display. The orgasm felt only moments away. Her hand slowed down, two of her fingers re-appeared as she pulled away, honey dripping from the tips of them to the skin below. She used the slippery paste as a lotion for the inside of her thighs, smacking them, and lathering them with her own cream. She squeaked a bit, making painfully strong contact, forcing the blushing shade of her skin to stay pale-white, long after her hand had struck the surface.<br><br>Still deriving pleasure from the experience, Sophie set her hand in-between her thighs and aimed down at her own genitals. She slapped herseld hard against the smooth softness of her cunt three times, and groaned quietly to holster a tempted laugh. After the third slap, she pushed into her succulent body again, and writhed under the gentle ebb and flow of her two longest fingers. <br><br>All this time, her head was turned, that or her eyes were closed. Continuing, she slid three fingers into the parting force of her mouth again, and sucked, as if she were dying of thirst, and hallucinating. Careful whimpers hummed out of her throat, somewhere behind the sounds of metal, and smacking lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 20:31:20</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> Lobby of the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina<br><br>As I sat there with my drink I couldn't help but notice the other part of this establishment. I had invited people to a party I had yet to organize and when I had finished my drink I got Myshka off my lap and walked with her through the door. A liquor store, a sex toys store and some other things. I just needed the first two. As I walked into the liquor store, I immediately got asked by slaves if they could help me.<br><br>"You can help me by giving me two minutes."<br><br>I hated it when storekeepers or clerks jumped on you the moment you got inside without even fully realizing what kind of shop you're in. Besides I wasn't going to waste my time with some slaves who had to relay everything to their owners or the shop keepers. Too much of a hassle for me. <br><br>"Good morning sir," I said addressing a man in a tuxedo behind the counter. <br>"I'll be throwing a party tonight and I need some drinks delivered."<br><br>The man was friendly and helpful and a few minutes later I had all the alcohol I needed and it would be delivered later that day. I swung out my phone and called my servants on the yacht. After all that was arranged, all I needed was some girls for tonight but I was pretty sure my friend Kaelyn could provide. For now it was onwards to the sex shop. <br><br>I really don't like to tell this to friends as they hardly understand but despite having a perfectly good slave, I do like to masturbate myself. Especially at weird places. I remember one day I took Myshka in the Range Rover in England. We went off road into the forests and held a masturbation contest all night long. I collapsed after seven but Myshka went on and on. She's perfect. The toys on display here were of a high standard. No cheap looking purple plastics but glass and diamonds everywhere. They did have a lot thought. From BDSM gear like chains and whips to dildo's and vibrators. After browsing the shop I turned to Myshka.<br><br><strong>"Myshka, pick two things from this shop. One thing you like and one thing I like. Don't look at the prices. Anything goes."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 07:17:47</strong>
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				(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br><strong>With:</strong> Her new master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br><br>That last glimpse to Mizuki and the slam of the door was the sealing of her fate... <br><br>Paulette once again was brought back to reality by the slap of the leash against her flesh.&nbsp; As they headed outside her eyes had squinted for a moment at the blazing sun and the blue sky.&nbsp; It was a beautiful day and although she knew that she was in Monaco she had never been outside the slave transport and slave pens.&nbsp; The city seemed as beautiful as she had heard and involuntarily she had looked about; the blue of the sky and distant smell of the ocean reminding her of times gone by.&nbsp; She had been in this city, had performed in the swank hall near the ocean not fourteen months ago and now she was here as a slave.&nbsp; Instead of a free woman adored by all she was a dripping cunt controlled by a leash and the strength of this man, her master.&nbsp; <br><br>In that instant her eyes also took in the golden car before her and with a sinking feeling she knew it had to belong to Doctor Okanjo.&nbsp; It was a 2010 Mercedes SLS AMG which was the same car that she had been in that night with her manager and lover Alain duPard.&nbsp; She had her lips around his cock as they hurled down the highway at 160 kph.&nbsp; He'd lost control and they'd crashed or so Paulette assumed; the events of the next week or two were hazy.&nbsp; She wanted to cry, to cringe to offer her body up to be abused in punishment as the car brought back in sharp relief every bit of her memories of that night.&nbsp; Every memory that she had repressed or lost flooded her in a heart rending rush.&nbsp; Alain spurting his seed into her mouth even as the car twisted out of control.&nbsp; The crash and violence of the impact as her body was thrown around the inside of the vehicle; only the air bags had saved her life.&nbsp; The sickening feeling of lying there and seeing Alain bleeding, his neck snapped and his eyes dead and staring at her with accusation.&nbsp; <br><br>The accident had been almost nine months ago; time enough to conceive and carry a child to term.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not the birth a child but a new slave crouched on all fours in the summer sun. led by a leash and oozing the unwilling evidence of her reluctant and unwelcome arousal.&nbsp; For Paulette indeed there had been a conception and a growth leading to a birth and a new life.&nbsp; The accident had been the insemination.&nbsp; She had been impregnated not in the womb but in the rich, dark soil of her mind, jarred and shaken by the accident and fertilized by her guilt.&nbsp; The gestation had been at the Center where she was trained and modified.&nbsp; Just as a fetus affected the body of its mother so to did the deep emotional scars grow inside of Paulette.&nbsp; The conditioning at the Center had provided the nourishment for ideas and desires to grow.&nbsp; Weeks of sleep deprivation, hypnosis, drugs and old fashioned physical conditioning had brought her slave self to term as the experts at exposed her every weakness and reinforced her tendencies to obedience and submission.&nbsp; There had been changes to the body as drug and subtle procedures enhanced her sexuality, her responsiveness to pain and pleasure and the link between the two as well as polishing her already magnificent body.&nbsp; Now, newly born in the bright light her mind felt as though there were two or three or four Paulette's fighting... no... sharing control of her actions even as her emotions were whipsawed by the flood of hormones and conditioned responses to her master's actions. <br><br>Her reminiscence was cut short by that flick of the leash against her wet mound and slick lips.&nbsp; Her sex was sensitive, swollen and trained with drugs and deep conditioning to be tender and ready to experience excruciating pain as well as heart stopping pleasure.&nbsp; The 'thwack' of the leash brought with it pain, doubly unexpected as her mind was far away on a dark highway in the north of France.&nbsp; She whimpered loudly and squirmed under the impact.&nbsp; Paulette knew that she would be punished for her reaction yet realized that this was yet another move in his conquest of her; she was being broken to the reins as he would a fine Arabian mare and with no more consideration for her thoughts and feelings than would be given to a well bred animal.<br><br>Paulette watched with a strange sense of envy perhaps or fear as the lush, confident free woman approached.&nbsp; Her alert and careful eyes caught his expression of desire and more than desire as Kaelyn approached and she wondered what hold this woman might have on her... master.&nbsp; She wondered if this woman was a threat to her.&nbsp; A threat?&nbsp; To a slave such as her? Why did she care what her master did yet she feared the lack of control that this woman represented over what little certainty she had in her master's desire for her.&nbsp; As the two spoke over her head she shifted to present herself as Doctor Okanjo directed.&nbsp; Again he used simple hand motions to control her and with thighs spread and breasts presented, the wet evidence of her arousal oozed down her thighs while her nipples tightened in fear.<br><br>Even more humiliating was the wet feeling running down Paulette's thighs.&nbsp; She had always been 'wet' since puberty.&nbsp; Many times she had to wear pads if she knew that she was going on a heavy date while growing up as a young girl.&nbsp; The experts at the Center had worked their magic on her and stimulated her Bartholins glands into hyperactivity.&nbsp; Now when she was aroused or in pain she leaked and oozed to ready herself for use.&nbsp; The wet feeling was embarrassing yet further fed her arousal through intense feedback sessions at the Center; her wetness aroused her causing further wetness.&nbsp; It took control and quiet for Paulette to get control of her body; control which was lacking now.&nbsp; Behind her she glanced back and saw the wet trail she was leaving.&nbsp; A snail... that is what her master called her and a snail trail of arousal she was leaving.&nbsp; It was a wet smear leading back into the store along with a heavy, dark scent of a woman that was part of her hormonal changes.&nbsp; <br><br>Paulette's face turned red as she wet the floor between her legs and out of the corner of her eye she saw a female slave <div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/FreemanLeashPole.jpg)</div>being led out of the store.&nbsp; The woman was on her hands and knees and around her neck was the loop of a pole leash like you would use to restrain an unruly dog.&nbsp; Controlled by the noose and the length of the pole, the male store attendant pressed her face down to the floor as she licked up the trail of dew left by the mortified Paulette.&nbsp; Slowly the other came closer and closer to her as they talked and Paulette's embarrassment rose as the girl glared at her even as she eagerly licked clean the slick marble of the floor.<br><br>Maintaining her presentation position, Paulette listened to the to chatter away in cultured French.&nbsp; The woman was the brothel owner and her master seemed enamored of her.&nbsp; Did he really prefer women of her type to a more slender shape such as herself.&nbsp; She dared not turn her head but her eyes flickered from Doctor Okanjo to Kaelyn under the cover of the curtain of her blond hair.&nbsp; Paulette cringed and shuddered involuntarily at the mention of being taken to the dungeon and tortured.&nbsp; She knew by watching her master chose his purchases in the Emperium that he was skilled in the uses of a female body.&nbsp; His hands told her that he could make her nerves sing with pleasure and scream with pain.&nbsp; Before her eyes flashed scenes of training in the Center as electricity was sent coursing through her nipples and clit even as she was stimulated again and again to orgasm by direct manipulation of her g-spot by nerve induction.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind bounced further as he offered her to Kaelyn for her pleasure.&nbsp; Paulette blushed and her lip quivered slightly in fear and dread.&nbsp; She remembered the stories of the the Mansion de Richelieu and what happened to girls inside its walls.&nbsp; Now she was facing the Mistress herself as her master, the one rock in her chaotic world offered her up as a sacrifice to please this woman.&nbsp; The fear continued to bubble up in her throat and her eyes as moisture made them glisten and grow large.&nbsp; As the woman flirted with her master the fear grew into something deeper that she had felt earlier.&nbsp; It was the touch of the woman's and on her master's wrist that set her off.&nbsp; That raised that feeling to terrible heights.&nbsp; <br><br>Was she?&nbsp; Not so quickly... she was... jealous.&nbsp; yes, jealous of the free bitch.&nbsp; For a moment she almost rose to her feet to demand her rightful freedom, to slap the bitch and throw herself at Doctor Okanjo to have him take her away to somewhere safe from all of this.&nbsp; Then the tug of the leash pulled her back to reality and she was just a wet cunt.&nbsp; Yet in that moment her eyes flashed with possessive anger at Kaelyn, an anger that the proud and possessive Paulette could not control.<br><br>As the other two women approached Paulette was able to use the interruption to gather her wits about her again.&nbsp; She looked back down and stayed silent, even as she was ignored.&nbsp; This was how she treated her dog, her horses, her pets.&nbsp; Even small children were included in the conversation of human adults even if in a condescending way.&nbsp; She was not human to any of them!&nbsp; Not human...&nbsp; a cunt... a slave hole...&nbsp; But her eyes flashed... not yet... as an animal she could not be punished.&nbsp; She could not come through this caldron and regain her Free status again on the other side purified!&nbsp; She had been in the Center for nine months, her license had been renewed just a few weeks before the accident.&nbsp; Gods she had almost three months to reclaim her freedom; surely that would be enough, surely she would not lose herself in that time never to return.<br><br>The jerk of the leash brought her back to reality.&nbsp; Again she witnessed her master being charming, witty and debonair.&nbsp; He was a natural with women and if roles were reversed she would be laughing and flirting right back with him.&nbsp; Doctor Okanjo was the perfect man, she would have loved to given herself to him as a Free woman yet now... she was less than a cunt.&nbsp; Would he give her to Kaelyn to break?&nbsp; Oh Gods... no... no... but...<br><br>When Kaelyn left she breathed a hidden sigh of relief.&nbsp; Why was she feeling this way?&nbsp; She would purge such thoughts and take her punishment.&nbsp; The other two women were odd.&nbsp; The one, the Free one was an Olympic athlete.&nbsp; She had briefly met the woman at a party but doubted the other remembered her.&nbsp; And she had a slave that was treated with... respect.&nbsp; Gods!&nbsp; Paulette wanted to suffer for her sin but not in this inhumane and degrading way.&nbsp; Would she have the will or desire to leave Doctor Okanjo a Free woman when she had suffered enough?&nbsp; Gods, gods, gods she must escape when she could.&nbsp; Yet the haze of the injury filled her mind suddenly as the glitter of the car caught her eyes.&nbsp; She was confused, so confused as the layer of desire and need for obedience instilled at the Center filled her mind.&nbsp; What were her motivations?&nbsp; Should she just serve her master the leash as it rubbed her wet and swollen sex?&nbsp; That would be easiest...<br><br>Yet even as she considered her future her careful eyes noticed everything.&nbsp; She saw the friction and glimmer of dislike perhaps between Doctor Okanjo and Darya.&nbsp; She could not mistake the way he looked at her.&nbsp; It was the way he looked at Paulette and for a moment she could picture the two blonds strapped side by side in a dungeon as her master took them both with instruments of unspeakable pleasure and horror.&nbsp; Paulette could feel the slaps as he beat the two of them and could hear the wet squishing and screams of pain as her master used them in every orifice.&nbsp; It was a vivid as if she were there or she were in Doctor Okanjo's mind.&nbsp; What was happening to her?<br><br>As the conversation finished the slave girl licking up Paulette's honey reached her.&nbsp; The man slapped her ass and pushed with the pole to make the suddenly recalcitrant slave girl press her head between Paulette's knees to lap up the large damp spot growing on the floor.&nbsp; Paulette shifted uncomfortably and widened her knees to allow the other access.&nbsp; She squirmed as the other girl subtly pinched her in anger at being made to so humiliatingly clean up the mess.<br><br>Thankfully his conversation with Darya was brief.&nbsp; She had time for only one short glance at Valentina as if to share her own predicament before her master made his good byes and called her to the car.&nbsp; She stiffened for a moment as he snapped his wrist to walk her to the car but quickly attempted to hide her budding resistance brought on by the memories of the car.&nbsp; &nbsp;She visibly cringed as he opened the door and directed her to sit on the towel.&nbsp; The smell, the touch the sight... everything swam in front of her eyes and she almost fainted, her eyes closed, breathing fast and body shaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even the towel under her to protect the leather of the seat.&nbsp; Alain often did just that with her.&nbsp; Paulette moaned as the door hissed closed; the snap of the lock like the end of her life.&nbsp; As he drove off she leaned away from him and gazed hopelessly out the window.<br><br>The car drove off (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6505790#msg6505790).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 08:31:12</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Kaelyn Richelieu, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Darya Lysina, Valentina Khorkina<br><br>Ryuuji was at this point had an extremely hard time in preventing a smile from appearing on his expression, three slaves sold in succession would always be classed as a stellar day for business. He accepted Richelieu's credit card and said, <strong>"Of course, Madame. I will be back in just a few minutes."</strong> He turned around and walked to the nearest check out counter to process the payment. It was a few minutes later when he was done and made his way back to the waiting french woman before he handed her credit card and invoice back. He then turned to the slaves that the woman had purchased and unlocked them one by one before attaching a leash each on their collar and handing them to Richelieu, <strong>"Congratulation, Madame. They are now yours."</strong><br><br>Just as soon as the leashes left his hand which symbolize the sales are done, Ryuuji saw one of his store slaves approached him. The slave told him that his presence is required in the loading dock as someone is trying to get him a new slave to sell. He sighed as he turned back to Richelieu, <strong>"My apologies, madame. It apparently my presence is required at another place, you are of course welcome to browse through our store for anything you may require for your new slaves. Have a nice day."</strong><br><br>It was ten minutes later when he arrived at the loading dock and face to face with Xavier. Ryuuji doesn't bother with nicessities as he asked simply, <strong>"Now what?"</strong> if he were to be honest with himself, Xavier is someone that he would never employed had he given the choice, the man was dumb, poor judgement of character, disrespectful to a fault and had a taste on black market dealing just a little too much for his taste. Unfortunately, the man was someone that he had inherited from the manager before him and the old manager obviously didn't have the same value as himself when it comes to how to treat slaves and Xavier was every bit the follower of the old decree. Though Ryuuji might not be able to kick the man out... yet at least, but that doesn't mean he had to be civil with him.<br><br>Ryuuji is pinching the bridge of his nose as the aging man told him about the red head slave and the dealer, he really wanted so bad to smack the guy accross the room. Neither could he mistake the older man's look of perversion as he recounted the "tests" he conducted on the slaves which just made him boil even more. He finally lost it as he interrupted the man harshly, <strong>"You called ME down here for this crap? You think I had so much time I had the luxury to fix your every fucking problem?"</strong> the older man looked intimidted for a minute before he composed himself and looked back at him in indignation but Ryuuji was unrelenting as he continued, <strong>"How many times I had to tell you that we are NOT dealing with black market dealers? It might had lost your attention, old man but the old practice where YOU can take slaves under the table and "trained" them in private in the dungeon before they could be sold is finished and I say, good riddance."</strong><br><br>Without waiting for an answer, Ryuuji walked past the man straight to the dark skinned woman sitting on a packing crate with what he assume to be her slave "servicing" her. He approached the woman and greeted her politely if not emotionlessly, <strong>"I'm sorry madam, my employee had told me about your merchandize but unfortunately, we are unable to take it off your hand. The slave you had is too wild for us to be able to expect a sale of her and the fact that her collar is blank also had the potential to blow up in our face."</strong> Despite his polite words though, the look on his eyes bore the massage that there would not be any leeway or argument against him. His expression then softened slightly before continuing, <strong>"I can however, direct you to someone who may be interested to deal with you. The person is a freelance slave trader of some repute and he takes pretty much any kind of slave. I think it will be beneficial for you to contact him."</strong> He then took out a piece of memo paper from his pocket and written down the contact number to one Rayn Assad before handing it to the woman, <strong>"Have a good day, madame."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 15:23:58</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> Emperium - Liquor Shop and Sex Shop<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lisina<br>&nbsp;<br>Darya, she didn't answer my question, of getting a new slave. But, she telled me before, that she wanted me making her proud, of me. So I didn't think, she wanted getting rid, of me. I still didn't under stand, though, why we traveled, to Monaco. And her friends here, they scared me much. Her trip, to Monaco, it maked me very nervous, I couldn't wait, for going home!<br><br>I followed Darya first, to the liquor store. Darya always buyed the best drinks, of vodka and wine, and other things. I watched Darya, ordering her drinks, so many of them! She always amazed me, she had wonderful tastes, in things.<br><br>When Darya finnished, she taked me down a long corrider. At the end, I saw where she wanted going, a sex toy shop! And I realised, that my Darya, she wanted me going in, with her! I felt many embarasments, I didn't want going. And, then she telled me, she wanted me, picking her toys? I didn't think, I could! But, I nodded, very meek, and followed her in side.<br><br>The sex shop, it was very big, and lighted bright. My eyes growed big, it looked like a Harrod's, of sex toys! Two slave girls, they carried bags around for their masters, in the shop. And I saw a door, labeled 'toy testing', in the back. A man's groans, they floated, from behind the door. And weird sounds, too, of some one choking, <em>gggkkk gggkkk gggkkk</em>. I shuddered, I didn't want thinking, of what happened, in there!<br><br>I walked, very nervous, through rows of toys. I felt very uncomfortable, I didn't know much, of these things. I saw some things, called toys, they looked like the cow prods and gived electric shocks. And electric wired, for shoving in a slave slut pussy. I moved far, from them, I didn't want them.<br><br>I saw lots of whips, like the cat of nine tails, and bull whips, and riding crops. One of the riding crops, it was pink leather, with gold wire wrapped, on its handle. Darya, she always gived me little slaps, on my bottom. And some times, she putted her fingers, to my cheeks, for turning my head. I hesitated, a little, I thought of her hurting me, with it? But, I thought she would like it. And I wanted getting some thing, for pleasing her, so I taked it.<br><br>I walked in different rows, of the shop. I didn't see any thing, I liked, most things scared me! But at the end, of a row, I saw some thing amazing. A big double dildo, with a strap on, it sitted in a special case, on black velvet. The double dildo, it was maked from glass, clear and perfect. One end, of the dildo, it was big, and thick, nearly seven inches long! That end looked like a real cock, too, with a fat mushroom head, and a big thick vein, that runned under it. And the other end, it was more short, but wide, and shaped like a bulb, perfect for putting in a pretty ass, or pussy, like my Darya's. And it had the amazing black leather harness, studded on its outside, with a few sparkling diamonds. But very soft and comfortible, on its inside, for who ever weared it.<br><br>The base, of the pretty double dildo, it holded a little compartment, like a tank. I saw, that it holded a tiny pink pump, and some gears. I noticedthat the big cock end, of the dildo, it had a small hollow tube. And the tube, it runned from the tank, through the center of the cock, to the slit ending on its head. A tiny little remote control, it sitted next to the dildo, on the velvet. I realised, that some one could fill the compartment, with some thing. And use the remote, for making the dildo cum, except with what ever they filled it. Any thing putted, in the dildo, it would squirt in to any one it fucked.<br><br>I stared, at the expensive double dildo, in its case, a very long time. My Darya, she never maked me fuck a man, yet. And when she played with me, or letted her girl friends use me, they mostly used their tongues, and fingers, on me. But, a few times, Darya used a strap on, for fucking me, like a man. Usually, she only did that, after much wine, or if she was angry. It hurted, a little, when she fucked me, like that? But, I never telled her, how much I loved it, when she did. I never cummed more hard, then when she shoved my face, in her silk pillows, and fucked me doggy style. Especially, when she maked my ass grow red, with her slaps, and called me awful names.<br><br>My fingers, they touched the case, for the expensive strap on, many times. I couldn't make myself, take it out. I saw, in corners of my eye, a store clerk, he gived me a nasty smile. I taked a deep breath, and taked it from the case. I tucked the whip, under my arm, and holded the double dildo. And then, I walked over, to Darya, very quick.<br><br><strong>"This, this I pick, for you, Mistress,"</strong> I said, to my Darya. My hands shaked, as I handed to her, the riding crop. When I putted it, in her hands, I flinched! Already, I imagined it, stinging my bottom, or my tits, or between my legs. And I wondered, if I would have the pretty gold handle, shoved inside me! Already I realised, I didn't want giving her, the crop, any more. But, I knowed I couldn't take it back.<br><br><strong>"And I, I, I would, Mistress, like, like, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">like this please</span>."</strong> Oh my face, it was almost purple, it burned with embarasments! I couldn't look, at my Darya. So I watched her pretty feet, and I handed her the giant double dildo. I couldn't help it, even though I knowed, may be I would be sorry, for asking for the pretty toy. I realised, I telled my Darya my deep, dirty secret, of how much I liked her fucking me, very rough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 05:12:23</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad<br><hr><br>Rayn walked along the lines of pedestals, each containing a different woman, attempting to highlight their beauty to a new potential master. <em>No no... none of these will do... I need something with more... spark.</em> He thought to himself as he looked through the women. They were all beauties as befitted sale at the Emperium. But still Rayn could not find what he had came for. At the other end of the store he saw Madame Richelieu near some of the more pricey slaves for sale. He set off to speak to her, an old friend and acquaintance he hadn't seen in some time. He approached her as she finished her dealings with the store owner, who seemed stressed, rushing off in a hurry. He stopped for a moment on his way there at a red-headed woman, looking into her eyes. <em>I'll come back to you.</em><br><br><strong>"Madame Richelieu"</strong> Rayn smiled. <strong>"It has been much, much too long since I have last seen you.</strong> He held out his hand to take hers and kiss it, should she offer it. He spoke fluently in French, but hinted with the accent of a man who had never really settled anywhere. <strong>"How are you Kaelyn. I see you've made a purchase. They look like very interesting specimen's. For the brothel?"</strong> Rayn gave Rosalie a kiss on the cheek. <strong>"Me and Madame Richelieu are talking, go pick something for the slaves accessories, amuse yourself for a moment" </strong> Rayn grinned, giving her behind a caress as she left them both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 23:36:44</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> Emperium slave section<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad<br><br>Rosalie walked happily alongside her beloved master, watching as he perused the merchandise. She saw as always many lovely ladies for sale as Rayn continued to look them over. She saw that he was becoming a bit disappointed as he still hadn't found anything yet for his client, but saw him smile in recognition as he saw Madame Richelieu across the way. She too saw the red head and saw his look, having a feeling that the redhead would be coming home with them that night. But she turned and moved away as Rayn moved towards and greeted his friend. Rosalie smiled pleasantly and looked down, waiting to be addressed before speaking. She knew better than to speak first, unless her and Rayn were in private. Even then, always in the sweetest and most respectful tones. <br><br><strong>"Rosalie will be happy to serve master. Shall Rosalie pick master's favorite or choose something new?"</strong> she asked. When he answered her she turned to go to the accessories portion of the store, shivering happily as she felt his warm palm caress her firm buttocks. Making certain to keep her master in her sights as he spoke with madame Richelieu, she looked over the various toys and collars that they held there. She bit her lip as she went over in her mind what sorts of things they needed. She spotted a pair of handcuffs, padded to allow prolonged use with little discomfort and less a chance of damaging the skin of a pretty woman in them. She picked a pair, before spotting a paddle. Studying it, she shook her head. She much preferred Rayn's hands to her cheeks rather than a paddle. She held the cuffs and waited patiently for Rayn to come find her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 00:31:22</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind the emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br><br>I knew what was going to happen once I'd cum, after I'd smeared her face in it, I stumbled back to take a few deep breaths and make sure my legs didn't go all rubbery on me. I leaned against the wall, my breathing heavy and smiled as I watched my Mistress come back with the gear for the stupid little slut, I was especially pleased to note that she wouldn't be able to wipe my cum off of her face.<br><br>I stepped off of the wall, moving forward as my Mistress got her into position, she didn't need much help with all of this, but I would step in if she looked like she did. For things like this, I didn't need to wait for a verbal command, she'd probably beat my until I couldn't walk the next morning if I actually <em>waited</em> for her to say something. <br><br>But as my Mistress bared the tazer I took a step back, I enjoyed being hit with it every once in a while, for purely sexual purposes of course, but I would hate to be accidentally electrified becuase I was touching the red headed cunt. I watched the girl jolt when it hit her, oh~ lucky duck. She'd been hit with the low setting. I listened to the noises she made and shook my head, if she thought that was bad, wait until she got hit up with an injection of V. <br><br>I did as I was told and lifted her up, letting her lean against me. I considered the option of playing with her a bit, but decided that Mistress probably wouldn't like that. So instead I just waited like the good fuck slut I was. <br><br>When the door opened and the man came out, I stepped back a bit, I put a bit of pressure on the red headed cunts shoulder. Letting her know that she should really consider kneeling. I moved away from her, to let the girl move to her knees. I had no pity for her as I watched how she was dealt with. We'd all gone through something similar, and this wasn't half as bad as the standard process of getting your market value. <br><br>When he called for the other slave, my face fell and I took in a quiet breath. I felt bad for these girls, for the girls that would probably never make it out of the BAF program, or be sold off to a home. I looked over her skin and had to close my eyes. She had a fair amount of damage, and it seemed to me like that was all some form of self harm. I didn't often find my self feeling pity for other slaves that were in worse off places then I was. Better them then me after all. But for the ugly ones (And believe me there were just as many ugly ones as there were pretty ones), they were almost always guaranteed a worse off place then the rest of us. I could still remember in school the way the teachers would tell us to pity these girls, becuase they will never be able to hope for anything other then a place to sleep at night, if they were even given that much. Her eyes met mine for a moment before quickly looking away from me. Poor number seven, she couldn't even be afforded a normal name like fuck slut or cunt licker. I shook my head for a moment that the girl would never have a master and watched her walk back inside. <br><br>But my thoughts were soon on other things when my Mistress called me over to her. I knelt before her and waited for her to sit in front of me, when she did I moved in with gusto. With my hands behind my back I licked and kissed my way from the outer portion of her right thigh towards her heavenly tasting pussy lips. I enjoyed the taste of others sex's against my tongue. In school when I'd started learning to pleasure others, I held my first girl down and continued eating her out even after she'd cum and our teachers had instructed me to let her go. They had to physically remove me from her in order to make me stop. I just enjoyed the feel of a woman's thighs around my head, or a mans hands wrapped tight in my hair as he face fucked me. <br><br>I was vaguely aware of a man's voice as the door opened again, someone was talking to my Mistress. I didn't stop though, nor did I let up in my assault as I ran my tongue from ass to clit, pressing my tongue in along her slit as I passed over it. I loved the smell of her sex, and the fact that someone else was watching this made it even more fun!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 06:54:40</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad; Rayn's slave Rosalie Assad; Ryuuji Adam; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; Callie Shaw; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn smiled and nodded as Monsieur Adam handed her the leashes attached to her two new slaves and then excused himself. "<strong>Of course, monsieur, I understand. Thank you for making my experience here such a delight as always.</strong>" She watched him walk away for a moment before glancing down at the invoice in her hand. At least now she had names with which to refer to her slaves, not that she'd use them all that much; cunts like them didn't really deserve the privilege of a proper name. The leash leading to the slave named Tillie and the invoice was handed over to the shop slave that was once again standing at her side. "<strong>Hold this, don't move.</strong>"<br><br>The other leash she jerked hard on, bringing Sophie's self pleasuring to an abrupt halt. Using the leash she pulled the slave to her, dragging it out of the loosened chains. She gripped the collar tight and jerked the cunt up, using her hold to make it stand up and keep her head well below Kaelyn's, though it seemed that it was of about the same height as her. "<strong>You truly like pleasuring yourself, don't you slut?</strong>" Her free hand moved lightly over the slave's skin, pausing to lightly smack her breasts. "<strong>I'm going to enjoy trussing you up and watching you beg for relief. For now,</strong>" Kaelyn pushed it down hard, kicking at its feet and knees as she did so to spread the slave's legs slightly, and pressing until its back arched. "<strong>Stay on all fours, slave, ass up and legs open enough to show the world your dripping pussy. Always walk slightly behind me, no more than two paces, and to the side; never brush up against me and be careful to not touch me in anyway. You are never to talk unless I tell you otherwise. Behave and I may just let you come later today.</strong>"<br><br>She used the leash handle to give Sophie a hard smack on its ass, a bright red mark blossoming on the soft skin, and then traded the leash with the one the shop slave held for her. Kaelyn tugged lightly on the leash and pulled the young slut, Tillie, down from where it was standing. "<strong>Lower your head now slave, you've done well following my orders.</strong>" The slave lowered its head and Kaelyn smiled softly, running a gentle hand over Tillie's soft brown hair. Her hand kept moving and finally stopped to cup her slave's breast, weighing it and squeezing lightly. She brushed the responsive nipple with her thumb, making it harden even more with each pass.<br><br>"<strong>I'll enjoy piercing you, maybe even lead you by nipples alone.</strong>" Kaelyn's smile darkened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the slave's ear. "<strong>I'm also going to enjoy making you cry out as I fuck you for the first time.</strong>" Her hand slid down to tease at the cunt's mound, a slight pressure that hinted at the possibility of more. "<strong>You're going to be my favorite new toy.</strong>"<br><br>A sharp pull at the leash had Tillie bending down and Kaelyn moved her into the same position as Sophie. "<strong>I know you heard what I told the other cunt, the same applies to you.</strong>" She turned to the shop slave and took back the other leash and her invoice, which she folded and slipped into her purse. The leash handles were looped over her hand and she snapped the leashes, clicking her tongue at the sluts as one would with a horse. Without a word she started walking, the shop slave following and carrying her purse and hat.<br><br>A man stepped into her line of sight and she smiled as soon as she recognized him as Rayn Assad. She placed her hand in his. "<strong>Monsieur, a pleasure to see you as well. It certainly has been too long since we have gotten together.</strong>" Her hand gave his a gentle squeeze of friendship before she pulled it away. At his mention of her new slaves she tugged on the leash, bringing the two cunts closer. "<strong>They will be quite interesting, indeed. Most especially when I start training them properly. I haven't yet decided if they'll be for the brothel or for my own personal use, it all depends on how they respond to training.</strong>"<br><br>Rayn gave his slave a kiss and sent her off to the accessories section of the shop. While Kaelyn didn't exactly approve of his relationship with his slave, she respected it. Her smile grew as she watched the young slut walk away and she turned back to Rayn. "<strong>It is quite lovely, you are a lucky man to have such a beautiful and devoted slave.</strong>" Her words were carefully picked so as not to offend him, as he was someone she liked to stay on good terms with. "<strong>Come with me for a moment? I just have some things to pick out and some business to discuss with you.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and walked to where all the accessories geared towards slave use were on display. "<strong>First, I have an invitation to extend, Rayn, and I do hope you'll accept. My friend Darya,</strong>" she nodded to where Darya was standing with her slut, "<strong>is having a party on her yacht tonight. Nothing too big, but good for networking nonetheless. You're also welcome to bring your slave if you wish.</strong>"<br><br>They stopped in front of a display shelf holding different chastity belts and Kaelyn pointed out the model (http://www.stockroom.com/common/images/products/B585/B585.jpg) that immediately caught her eye to Rayn. It was made of black leather, thick straps for the waist area and to wrap around each thigh. The strap that was meant to go between the legs flared out and once on, would cover both front and back holes on a slave. "<strong>I like those the best, I find it keeps slaves nicely locked up, don't you?</strong>" She glanced at the shop slave and signaled that she wanted two.<br><br>Next to the belts were some gags and Kaelyn absently ran her fingers over one of the simpler models. "<strong>I have some slaves at the brothel that are no longer of use for us, too old and ugly for what our clients like. While I couldn't care less what happened to them, my cousin asked me to speak with you.</strong>" She moved her hand over a particularly interesting gag (http://www.stockroom.com/common/images/products/J225/J225.jpg), the black leather matching the one on the chastity belts. There was a series of wide straps that would wrap around the head and hold the gag in place on a slave, a large three inch rubber ball attached to a wide, flat mouthpiece. "<strong>Do you think you can find a new home for them? The sooner the better, as they're taking up space in the slave dormitory at the brothel.</strong>" Again she signaled the shop slave, pointing at the gag.<br><br>"<strong>As you know, we're willing to pay whatever you require. There are three of them, all in their late thirties and in decent shape. Unfortunately, as I said, our clients tend to lend towards the younger slaves and I have no use for the old ones.</strong>" They kept walking, Kaelyn occasionally stopping them to look at something more closely. "<strong>I had thought of proposing the idea to Monsieur Adam, but I think you are better suited at dealing with used merchandise.</strong>"<br><br>A lovely pair of Japanese clover clamps (http://www.stockroom.com/common/images/products/A003/A003.jpg) caught her attention and she took a moment before deciding to get the matte black ones. The shop slave moved as soon as Kaelyn signaled, automatically taking two and handing them to another slave that then put them with the rest of Kaelyn's purchases. "<strong>Rayn, I must leave you now, but I do hope to see you tonight at Darya's. Just go to the Marina and look for the biggest yacht out there, you won't miss it.</strong>" She moved away from him slightly, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "<strong>As always, it was an absolute pleasure to see you.</strong>" A soft pat on his arm and she turned away, her slaves crawling behind her, and made her way towards Darya.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 17:52:34</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Veronica Downing</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Loading bay of the Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Natalya Kobevko, NPC slave ('number 7'), Npc worker at the Emperium, Ryuuji Adam<br><br>I wanted to kill the man. He stuck his dirty fingers up my holes and didn't bother washing them. Had Chocolate not given me this ring gag I'd have bitten his fingers off. Fucking prick. I had no idea what he did or what he was but he wasn't very good at it. My eyes spat fire and I tried to break free from my bonds. The other girl, the slavic slave had tried to push me down on my knees but no way in hell I would voluntarily kneel down to this big ape. He soon ordered a chubby slave to get another slave to tell the shop owner that I was here. Talk about effective. <br><br>As Snowwhite began to eat out Chocolate I couldn't help but think about that two colour chocolate paste and if I could speak I would have told her but this gag was still on. So fucking annoying. I sat down turning away from the disgusting things going on behind me and as I waited my thoughts again wondered off to a few days before. Why had I walked into that female camp. I must have crossed the border because if I hadn't, Chocolate was breaking international rules and regulations. In that case, she caught me in a country with strict anti slavery laws. I should have been safe but this.... sub human captured me. I'd get her. <br><br>Then the door opened again and a new man walked in. He looked successful in his new suit and flashy suit. He just looked as if he was important. Eager to be rid of Snowwhite and Chocolate behind me, I tried to look as obedient and submissive as I could, hoping this guy would take me to.. wherever it was. Anything was better than to get back. <br><br>To my horror though, he point blank refused to even give me a proper look or inspection like the big ape had done and all credit he had build up with me in the few moments I had saw him were gone. <br><br><strong>"Stupid narrow eyed son of a bitch."</strong><br><br>I spoke with the gag and it sounded like nothing I ever meant to say. I got up and tried to lurch my body into his but I forgot my feet were bound and as I got up I also fell down again. Fuck this shit. As I lay on the ground I tried to understand what he was saying but all these people here spoke French and I just didn't, despite having spend most of my life in a French speaking part of the world. When the Asian looking man left again I burst out in tears. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 18:08:58</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> Emperium Salesroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Valentina Khorkina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br><br>I think she got it from me. Or maybe she's born with it but my little Myshka's got good taste. Not only did she look stunning, the toys she picked were stunning. Maybe a bit surprising on the last one but it surely looked amazing. I petted her on the head as I took the toys. The whip felt nice. The gold weaved into the pink leather of the handle and the crystal finishes. Then the strap-on. It looked absolutely massive and from a distance it looked more like a torture device than a pleasure object. My side of the leather was normal size and I could easily handle it but Myshka's side looked massive. In my mind I was already fucking her senseless with it, while whipping her bum bright red with the pink leather. <br><br><strong>"Good choice Myshka."</strong><br><br>When Kaelyn was done we could get to the jewelers to get my slave her extravagant crystal and diamond tattoo, but I had to pay. With Myshka's leash in one hand and the toys in the other I walked to the counter and put them on it. A slave that had been looking at us the whole time came up and asked me if I wanted to use her to test the toys. I thought about it for a minute but then told her that wasn't needed. Myshka was a perfect test subject. Besides, she selected it. The slave called her master or whatever the man was to help me further. He carefully packed them in a box, made an attempt to be funny by making a joke about the size (Come on.. seriously, Russians have even less sense of humour than Germans, don't bother) and told me the price. <br><br>To be honest I was expecting it to be expensive but I sure as hell didn't expect to pay close to 5000 Euro's for the two items and as he swiped my credit card I looked at Myshka.<br><br><strong>"You better make up for the pice Myshka,"</strong> I said to her with a bit of evil smile in Russian. <br><br>When the shop clerk had packed the box into a bag I took it and just at that moment I saw Kaelyn come up. With not one but two slaves crawling behind her. I gave Myshka a little tug on the leash indicating she should get on her knees as well. <br><br><strong>"They look good Kae,"</strong> I said while inspecting the slaves. <br><br>They really did look good but good looks didn't mean everything. Experience and loyalty is what I wanted.<br><br><strong>"Are you done here or are you interested in some more shopping here? Me, I can't wait to get to the jeweler to get Myshka her Vajazzle."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 23:55:53</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Tillie_portrait.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> Emperium Sales rooms, slave sales floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Sophie Maryse Bisset, Mistress, Shop slaves, Master Adam, Joined by Master Assad and his slave, Darya Lysina and her slave.<br><br>I supposed it could have been worse. I could have been bought by some disgustingly fat woman who stank. At least Mistress was pretty. I watche the spider crawl across the ceiling as I listened attentively to her words to Sophie, and then finally lowered my head when ordered to. My neck popped loudly, and I blushed, looking down at Mistress' feet. The caress I recieved was gentle, loving almost, and I tried not to sigh. This was actually quite pleasant. She spoke of leading me by my nipples and I tried hard not to smile. I think my lips may have twitched, but I don't think she noticed. When instructed, I quickly got on my hands and knees and spread my legs, the position I had been taught in the orphanage when any visiting dignitaries came.<br><br>I followed Mistress around the store, stealing glances at my companion, wondering if we would be forced to have sex. Somehow the though was actually appealing. I also stole glances at the things mistress picked up. That chastity belt was awfully familiar. I'd worn something like it for my entire teenage life. I hoped Mistress would give me a signal for when I needed the lavatory if she put it on me, because otherwise... The thought alone made me blush with embarrassment.<br><br>She spoke about a party, and I looked at the man she was inviting. He was a handsome man, and part of me wished he had purchased me. I had a funny feeling though about the way Mistress was inviting him to someone else;s party. None of my business, it was freeperson business, but if it had been my party I would have been pissed if someone else was inviting people I didn't know.<br><br>I amused myself with wondering how it would feel to have my nipples and clit pierced and to be dragged around by them, how it would feel to be fucked for the first time by a woman. I wonder whether she would use a strap-on or a double head dildo. I glanced up at the items in question on the shelves we passed. I was just grateful for all the years I had spent in the orphanage crawling on hands and knees, naked like this except for the chastity belt, because I could only imagine how sore my knees would be otherwise.<br><br>It became something of a game for me, keeping station with Mistress as she walked, stopped, turned, stepped backwards or to the side. I was sure she was doing it deliberately to test her new purchases. I did jossle Sophie once or twice when I had to move fast to avoid bumping Mistress, but on the whole I managed to keep station, a pace behind and slightly to her left. By the tyme she met up with the blonde woman and her slave, my cunt was dribbling juice down the inside of my thighs.<br><br>I loved being a slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 00:52:05</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar02.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium loading bay<br><strong>With:</strong> Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br><hr><br>Having my sexy slut lick me out like that, in public, was something I always enjoyed. Even when someone I considered to be somewhere between a business acquaintance and a casual friend made it quite clear that he was neither. "Well gee, thanks for nothing!" I muttered in English to Ryuuji's departing back. He'd never been that close to being rude to me in the past. Maybe he was just having a bad day.<br><br>I knew Assad, though and he was my second choice anyway. But Adam's attitude had quite spoiled my mood. With a sigh I stood up and pushed my slave roughly aside. A vicious kick in the ribs for the redhead was aborted just before my toe touched her flesh. "You're worth too little as it is, there's no point in lowering your value further by damaging you unnecessarily. But woman, I hope you have made your peace with whatever gods you believe in, because unless I get a buyer for you soon, you are going to be joining them!"<br><br>No idle threat. I would kill her if necessary, take her body out to see and dump it. Chances are it would never be found. But in the mean time, I dragged her to her feet by her hair. "Slave, get this worthless object back in it's cage." I led them back out of the Emperium's loading bay, the door closing behind us and back to the street where I had left the car (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6562763#msg6562763).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 04:34:43</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Darya Lysina; Darya's slave&nbsp; Valentina Khorkina; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset; various shop slaves<br><br><hr><br>Kaelyn smiled at Darya's compliment on her new slaves and nodded when asked if she was ready to go.&nbsp; "<strong>I just have to pay for my purchases and get the cunts outfitted with their outfits. A few minutes more, I promise.</strong>"<br><br>She turned to the man in charge of purchases and handed him her credit card and made a halting gesture to the shop slave that had started to package the items she had chosen. "<strong>Stop, cunt, I don't need any packaging.</strong>" Kaelyn tugged at the leashes and pulled both slaves up until they were standing. "<strong>Place the chastity belts on my sluts, make sure they're fitted snugly to cover them up.</strong>"<br><br>The shop slave nodded and murmured a soft reply before taking the chastity belts and kneeling in front of Kaelyn's two cunts. It was an easy process, but one thing Kaelyn enjoyed was making others work for her, especially worthless slaves. The shop slave started with Sophie first, it made sure all the buckles were opened before wrapping the largest loop around the cunt's waist and quickly buckling it shut. Next was the leather that would go between the slut's legs and the shop slave pressed it firmly against Sophie's still dripping pussy. The thigh straps followed and once every buckled had been secured, the shop slave clipped on the complimentary locks, simple silver pieces that added to the look, five in total that would make sure no one would get to Kaelyn's slave. Tillie was quickly outfitted as well and Kaelyn took a moment to admire the way her sluts looked.<br><br>"<strong>Now the gag.</strong>" Again the shop slave nodded. It stood back up and after taking the gags from the clerk at the count, stood in front of Tillie and Sophie. Before she could start, Kaelyn tugged on Tillie's leash and pulled her close. "<strong>This one first.</strong>" Her hand slipped into her sluts hair and took a fistful of it, pulling on its hair and making it incline its head slightly.<br><br>A three inch rubber ball was pushed into Tillie's mouth, forcing it to open its mouth and stretching its soft lips until they pressed against the base for the gag. The shop slave wrapped a strap around the back of Tillie's head, careful not to touch Kaelyn in the process. "<strong>Under its hair, I want to be able to pull it if I want.</strong>" The shop slave nodded and quickly re-adjusted the leather before moving on to the straps that would go around the top of the cunt's head and under its chin. Again, complimentary locks were added and when it finished, Kaelyn smiled and motioned for her to continue with the other one.<br><br>She pulled Tillie to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "<strong>This is all you're good for, my little slut.</strong>" Her hand loosened its grip and finally let go of the slut's hair. "<strong>Make your nipples hard. Pinch them, pull them, twist them. I want them standing at attention for those clamps. You have until the shop slave finishes with Sophie.</strong>"<br><br>Kaelyn watched as Tillie did as told, enjoying the way her young cunt's nipples responded so readily. She was going to enjoy torturing them, stretching them until the slut cried out for mercy. When the shop slave finished with Sophie, Kaelyn directed it to place the clamps on Tillie first. "<strong>Give them a tug once they're on, make sure they're tight and won't fall off.</strong>"<br><br>Tillie's nipples looked lovely in the clamps and, as the shop slave tugged, they tightened their hold even more. Kaelyn pulled the chain up and attached it to the clip on the leash so that with every tug the clamps would tighten. It was inexplicable, but the amount of hurt that Kaelyn wanted to inflict on her virgin slave was something she hadn't felt in years, not since she'd taken her first slave and pushed it to the brink of death.<br><br>Once both slaves were ready, Kaelyn thanked the clerk and turned back to Darya. "<strong>Ready, darling. Where are we off to now?</strong>" A quick tug and gesture was all the indication she gave the cunts to have them back on all fours. The chastity belts, while not uncomfortable, would definitely make crawling around like the animals they were an interesting experience for them. As soon as the two slaves were back on the floor, Kaelyn headed toward the door, the leashes held firmly in her hand.<br><br>"<strong>Darya, what do you need for the party? Anything and I'll make sure we have it. I've also invited a few people that I know will be good contacts for you to have here in Monaco. Most likely, I'll be calling some others later on.</strong>" She kept pace with Darya, making sure not to leave her friend behind as she had done earlier. "<strong>I'm not sure if I'll be able to supply any slaves, but I'll discuss it with Jacque and see if he wouldn't mind letting you borrow some for tonight.</strong>"<br><br>They reached the door and Kaelyn flagged down a taxi, a larger one this time that would afford them plenty of room for the slaves to sit on the floor. "<strong>What was the address of the place you wanted to go? (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6547332#msg6547332)</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 23:23:58</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Kaelyn Richelieu and her slaves.<br><hr><br>Rayn walked beside Kaelyn, Idly chatting as they made their way towards the slave tools. <strong>"I would love to attend Kaelyn, it is so rare I get to see you these days. How is your cousin and the business, I still speak highly of your establishment to those coming to visit from the free lands."</strong> As they approached the slave section he spotted his slave waiting obediently for him, holding a pair of cuffs in her hands. Rayn smiled, taking them from her and shaking them slightly with a metal clink, feeling the leather padding on the restraints. <strong>"You do love restraints don't you my pet.</strong> Rayn smiled, running the cold leather down the curve of her spine, taking her willing hands and locking them in behind her. <br><br>Leaning in to her, Rayn's hot breath rayn along Rosalie's neck as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her back against his chest, facing away from him. "<strong>I couldn't think what you enjoy so much about it... what is it my pet.</strong> He smiled, fingers slowly sliding up to her her chest, brushing lightly over it before placing a kiss on her neck. He grinned sadistically, pulling away and activating the small vibrator concealed by the belt between her legs, watching her legs buckle. <em>Perfectly placed.</em> Rayn also took a new riding crop and an outfit for Rosalie from the walls, checking it was her size and handing it to one of the store slaves along with his card to pay, awaiting them to bring back a receipt to sign. <br><br>Rayn cut the air with the crop, smiling contently at the swish it made. <strong>"Is there anything you would have me bring to the party Kaelyn... I would be most interested in our slaves getting to know each other better."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 10:41:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor &gt; His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> NPC Sommelier, A store slave and later with David Cornell (Through the phone)<br><br>Ryuuji had just walk back into the store area when he remembered seeing a blonde beauty exited the liquor department with less than pleased expression when he were busy with Richelieu, not exactly something that he used or liked to see etched on the face of a customer in his store. He looked around for a while to see if he could spot the woman again to ask if there was a problem with the quality of the service in his store but finally gave up when he couldn't found her. Instead, he walked to the same liquor department and asked the sommelier who is actually also the floor manager in charge straight away, <strong>"What was wrong with the customer from before?"</strong> he continued to describe the woman before the sommelier finally remembered the customer and filled him in on the woman's situation and attitude.<br><br>Ryuuji sighed and had him call the slave who had slighted his customer. It didn't take long for the slave to be summoned and Ryuuji didn't pull any punches in his words,<strong> "Have you no fucking common sense? Did none of the training we gave you as a shop assistant was for fucking nothing? You want me to put you up back into the sale again, huh? Probably I'll even sell you on discount maybe?"</strong> The look of horror on the slave's expression is unmistakable at the last sentence but Ryuuji was undeterred, his eyes were cold as he look at the slave on the eyes, <strong>"Listen and listen well, just because we gives you an opportunity, does NOT mean you can take my fucking arm!!"</strong> Part of him wanted so bad to smack the slave across her cheeks or something equally painful but he knew he couldn't, a bruised shop girl wasn't good store image. Instead he turned bad to the slave with hard gaze, <strong>"Tonight, there will be punishment for you. For now, go back to your station but remember. One more, just ONCE more I hear you treat the customer badly, you will go to the display on half price, UNDERSTAND?!!"</strong> The slave nodded quickly repeatedly before scurried away in fear.<br><br>Ryuuji then turned back to the sommelier who immediately stood with his back straighter, he could tell that his boss was pissed. Ryuuji asked about the woman's orders which the sommelier immediately provide him with the recorded list in a piece of paper before telling him that the woman had asked the items to be delivered to the marina. Ryuuji looked at the list while scratching his chin as if thinking for something before handing it back to the sommelier as he spoke, <strong>"Add another bottle of our 1990 Romanee-Conti to the list to be sent for her free of charge as apology for the slave's behavior."</strong> The sommelier couldn't hide his shock at the order and appeared ready to object but Ryuuji cut him off before he could start, <strong>"The slave was of our company, her mistake was our responsibility. Do it."</strong><br><br>With that done, Ryuuji made his way back to the office when he was interrupted by the receptionist who told him that a man were looking for him about his female relative who might have been turned into a slave. The receptionist also told him that the man had provide him with the possible description of the girl and contact number to get in touch. Ryuuji nodded as he received the note containing the information as he continued making his way back to his office. Once inside, he pulled out the same drawer that he had opened to gave Okanjo his new slave's DMV and started to sort through them to see if any of the slaves he had in the store may fit the description. It was nearly half an hour later when he finally manage to narrow it down to 5 girls who might fit the description. He bit his lower lips as he stare at the 5 papers and thought to himself, <em>'This is bad.... 3 of them were already sold... one of them today, not even 2 hours ago....'</em> He kept staring at the papers before finally gave up and picked up the phone on his desk and placed a call to the number that the man had provided.<br><br>Ryuuji didn't want to admit it but he was nervous as he sits on his chair with the receiver on his ears, based on his knowledge about the slavery business, there were a few reason why a man would be looking for his slaved relative but two had been the most common reason: Either the said relative had been illegally kidnapped and sold or they are going to try and buy them for himself. The latter was the scenario that he had been hoping to be the case since the first one had a rather huge possibility to create negative backlash on his business. He had tried hard to reform the business since he became the manager to make sure that the business stayed away from bad rep and being connected to illegal kidnapping would no doubt destroy the stellar reputation he had tried so hard to generate and from there, the whole thing could went down real fast and dragging him along with it.<br><br>He waited as the dial tone continued for a few more moment until finally someone answered, a male voice. Ryuuji took a discrete deep breath and spoke in his deep, professional voice, <strong>"Good afternoon, Mr. Cornell. My name is Ryuuji Adam, manager of Emperium department store. I believe that you had placed an inquiry about looking for a slaved relative who fitted certain descriptions. Unfortunately, we had found that there were several slaves who fitted the description provided. If you would like it, can we arrange for a meeting as soon as possible?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 23:56:48</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> Emperium Slave section<br><strong>With:</strong> Her Master Rayn Assad, Mistress Richelieu and her slaves<br><br>When her gaze found her master's she smiled happily and stood with the toy she'd found. She again showed her respect to mistress Richelieu before she felt her beloved master's hands go to her choice. She smiled bashfully as he took them and mentioned her love of restraints. It was true, she did love the feeling of helplessness she found in being bound. But she also knew that Rayn would never hurt her, she had full and complete trust in her master. She loved to be fully at his disposal, knowing that she pleased him so well and enjoyed the pleasure quite a bit herself. She shivered as the cold leathers was gently pressed to the skin of her back as it shot tingling sensations all over. She knew that there would indeed be some loud noises coming from their home that night.<br><br>She bit her lip, not crying out but smiling as she felt the cuffs go to her wrists as they were pulled behind her, hearing the click of the cuffs fastening tight to her. <strong>"Rosalie loves to be bound, it excites her.</strong>, she said, a soft cry escaping her lips as he kissed at her neck, turning her as his strong chest pressed against her bare flesh. <strong>"Rosalie enjoys being at your mercy, knowing that she is unable to do anything to resist and is helpless to stop you when you wish to take your pleasure."</strong><br><br>She'd hardly finished speaking when she felt the vibrator in her chastity belt suddenly whir to life. Her eyes widened as she flushed, a small groan escaping those gorgeous lips. Her eyes closed as she stood there, doing her best to keep herself upright as her master chose a riding crop and swung it in a test swing. She bit her lip, shivering with excitement. She could already feel the delightfully painful sting of it on her bare bottom. She also saw he'd chosen a garment for her to wear, he did know her body and what looked best on her so very well. But her eyes were on the riding crop. <strong>"R-Rosalie would like to ask daddy if she might offer herself to see if the crop is more to your liking..."</strong>, she said, through a groan as her chastity belt was quite damp. When she'd first gone in public and he'd first teased her and gotten her off she'd been bashful but now she'd grown to quite like it. Being on display made her feel even better, and had aroused her kinkier side.<br><br>When he'd given her permission, she turned around and bent over keeping her back straight save for the slight curve that he appreciated as she held her hands against her back. She was already quivering with excitement. She kept her legs straight but had been taught how to do so without locking her knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 23:43:17</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw<br><hr><br>Rayn smiled, gently stroking Rosalie's hair as she offered up her body to test his new toy. He probably had too many things already, but could never pass up another impulse purchase whenever he visited Ryuuji's store. Rayn drew his hand back, before striking the tip of the crop across rosalie's behind. Drawing a satisfying swish and thwack as it cut through the air and impacted on her left cheek. <strong>"Perfect"</strong> He grinned darkly, before applying one more spank for good measure. <strong>"Up"</strong> He said simply to Rosalie, motioning for her to follow him.<br><br>He approached the red headed woman he had passed on the pedestal on his first round through the slaves on sale. He approached her holding the crop in his hand, tailed by Rosalie, the vibrator slowing her steps somewhat. He pointed to the floor next to him <strong>"Sit"</strong>, watching his pet move to the position. He looked up into the red heads eyes a second time. He saw something in them, something that made him think she would be good for the man seeking a wife aswell as a servant. He lifted the riding crop upwards, running it over her body, watching for signs of movement, attempts to flinch away. <strong>"Kneel. Tell me... Why should someone buy you slave?"</strong> Once she had knelt down Rayn took the opportunity for a more indepth study of her body, walking around her to view her from all angles. His fingers traced along her skin, nodding approvingly at its supple texture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Ryuuji Adam's Salesrooms]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 00:20:31</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> Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad<br><br><hr><br>Callie watched the man and his slave approach her again. She given little thought to him, but he seemed interested, and that concerned her. Her eyes were drawn to his slave. Callie's attention was diverted back to him when the crop touched her, though she gave no reaction, and that was a reaction in itself. Her eyes were cool and passive, and she stared straight back at him.<br><br>She knelt, as he commanded, disobedience was unwise, she knew, but that didn't mean she had to grovel and beg to fulfil his wishes. The chains kept her arms up as she knelt, and her legs apart, though that would have been her position anyway, hiding her body would be foolish. His question, and its phrasing caught her short, realizing that he had not asked the natural question, but rather an impersonal one.<br><br>"Someone should buy me if they have the desire and capability to," she said.<br><br>It was, technically an answer, though not to the question she knew he was implying. She imagined he'd wanted to know why someone ought to buy her instead of another slave, why someone might have a preference for her. She chosen instead to say the general rule by which people made purchases of things that weren't necessities. She wondered if her answer would make her simple simple or not. Perhaps she'd given away too much. A shorter answer, with fewer words might have been preferable. Still, it was difficult to know what he wanted, which made it difficult to conform, or be otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 03:03:04</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw<br><hr><br>She had no emotion to the thought of being purchased that Rayn could see. Most girls would be near jumping to please their possible new owner, or pulling away in fear of a new purchase. The way she knelt seemed to show some defiant pride, exactly what Adrian would want. She did not grovel or rush to fufill his command. Her response to his question made him laugh, such a simple answer, clearly not what he wanted to know, but at the same time answered his question better than a list of abilities. He ran the riding crop between her legs, teasing it over her lips. <strong>"I like you."</strong> He paused for a moment to look down at the name on the pedestal. <strong>"Callie"</strong> He next moved to her chest, using his fingers to test her reaction to having her nipples stimulated. A basic test to ensure Adrian would be happy with her.<br><br>Rayn pulled the crop away, placing it down beside Rosalie, and approached her again. <strong>"Tell me Callie... What is your favourite book? Your favourite song?.. What would you be doing if you had your choice to be whatever you wish? free or not."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 04:28:24</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> Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad<br><br><hr><br>Callie found it difficult to avoid a slight heat coming to her face as the crop touched her nether lips. She didn't flinch, but her jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly. His playing with her nipples was similarly received, though she found this easier to handle. She knew that her breasts were large, and it was generally the thing she noticed the most eyes being attracted to. That in itself, she found unfortunate. She had never wanted to be otherwise, but it did not help that her breasts were at least noteworthy.<br><br>"Beyond Good and Evil, the Tannhäuser Overture, and I'd be alone, with a book, and free," she answered. The first two were outright lies, but in this instance, she had no reason to tell the truth. He seemed smart, so she'd decided to give him as little as humanly possible. Her answers were, answers, though in picking from among the books she'd read or music she'd listened to. She'd dodged the question about what she'd like to be, by answering with what she'd be doing if she had her choice to be whatever she wanted. She didn't know what she wanted to be, but she knew, that if she could be what she wanted, in the world, she would probably be reading now. Then again, perhaps that was a failure of imagination. Reading was her childhood pastime, what she'd done in an environment that had few other opportunities. She would be free, she knew that, if she could, but she couldn't, and so, it was only toward the best life that she strived, not toward the best she could imagine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 06:28:14</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw<br><br>Rosalie felt his gentle stroking, his fingers combing through her hair before she heard the familier <em>thwack!</em> of the riding crop. A surge of wetness came from her pussy, and when the second one cracked against her firm behind, she felt yet another. She knew she was going to beg to be fucked later, but now was not the place. At least...not yet. The vibrator still whirring in her chastity belt, she did struggle to walk behind Rayn as he began to head away from the counter.<br><br>She knelt down as he bid, looking up at him so adoringly before looking for a moment at the slave he was inspecting. She never felt jealous when he felt other girls or checked them out, it was what he did. She had his love and heart, she was not worried. Often, they played together with girls he would bring home for them and she found she liked the feel and taste of a woman's body as well. This woman had a particularly nice body, and seeing him feel her up and question her was only adding to the pleasure she was feeling as her juices dribbled out of her chastity belt.<br><br>She bit harder, feeling a moan beginning to come out of her. Her hips were already grinding in a soft, subtle motion that few would be able to see unless they were actively studying her as she knelt beside her master.<br>She felt so close to cumming but she had to hold herself back. Soon, she let out a soft whimper, turning her head up to her beloved master. <strong>"Daddy......daddy please....may Rosalie cum...?"</strong>, she said, struggling to hold back moans but breathing heavily, practically panting as she obediently and respectfully tugged his trousers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 22:36:53</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw<br><hr><br>Rayn felt the material of his trouser leg being tugged at by his beloved pet, who obediently begged him for release. Rayn smiled down at her, cupping her petite features in his hand, softly stroking her cheek. He watched as she nuzzled her head against his thigh like a pet desperate for a treat. Rayn continued to look down on her, but ignored her request, watching as her mewling and moaning became more frantic, music to his ears. he watched as her legs began to shake, clutching desperately at his leg as the begging continued. He would often leave her right up to the moment she would break before allowing her. A sign of his knowledge of her body, and a reinforcement of him as the keeper of her pleasure. <strong>"Cum for daddy princess."</strong><br><br>Rayn looked back up to callie once Rosalie had thanked him, and pressed the back of his fingers to her lips for her to kiss, another wordless sign of appreciation. <strong>"Doesn't a girls devotion impress you Callie. Especially to her father. It always impresses me"</strong> He clicked his fingers, whistling for the shop slave, before pressing the button to turn off Rosalie's vibrator. <strong>"I hope you can be equally devoted to your master, as I am buying you."</strong> He did not yet tell her who for. The store slave quickly approached them, bowing. <strong>"Bring me your master Ryuuji, and be quick about it. Chop-chop. Or I'll add you to my shopping list as well.</strong> Surprisingly cute for a shop girl he mused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 01:37:41</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> Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw<br><br>She saw him smile at her, feeling his hands gently take hold of her face as one thumb stroked a cheek lovingly. But as she nuzzled against his leg, begging for release he ignored her. It was growing more and more difficult for her to keep quiet, soon she was panting and shaking as her moans began to spill out of her lips. She was able to keep it down and not disturb anyone but she was hardly being quiet now. <strong>"Pleas....please daddy.....may Rosalie cum...."</strong>, she begged again, her body shaking and she felt an orgasm threatening to wash over her whether he would allow it or not. When he said she could come, she smiled relieved. "Rosalie thanks daddy..." she said, barely uttered her words before she came, gripping his pants leg firmly but knowing not to grip too hard lest she get a non-pleasant spanking later.<br><br>She happily kissed his fingers, nuzzling against them too as she slumped against his leg, a relieved and happy smile on her face. When the vibrator was turned off she rested a little moment before slowly pulling herself into a kneeling position. She watched her master interact with the new slave Callie, and smiled delighted that he was buying her. She wondered if Callie would be staying with them as Rayn called a shop girl and sent her to find master Ryuuji.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 06:01:29</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> Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad<br><br><hr><br>Callie could only watch the display between the two, father and daughter. It was only when Rosalie had orgasmed that Callie actually flinched. Not back from a touch but from the thought of it. All that came to mind was her own father. Perhaps it was unfair, to compare the two relationships, but it came to mind nonetheless.<br><br>"It is, impressive," she said. She was, as of yet, unsure what he meant. If he was buying here then surely his concern was over devotion to him, not to a master in general. Then again, he had spoken in general terms from the start, so, either she was for someone else, a present perhaps, or he had peculiar way of speaking.<br><br>In her kind, she was desperately hoping she was a present. Maybe a much younger brother's first slave? Provided the right...master, she imagined it would be possible to mould her own future. Being purchased though, she realized had swept over her like a wave. She had not stopped to realized that she was now with him, in the sense that he was going to buy her. She was no longer trying out for the role she wanted.<br><br>"I can be devoted, master," she said, deciding that,if he was purchasing her anyway, it made little sense to avoid the title, even if it felt alien falling from her lips.<br><br>Callie was more fixated on Rosalie than on him, though. It was probably obvious from her change in attitude, that she was embellishing her thoughts far more than she had been. Still, she found it difficult not to be aroused watching Rosalie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 10:57:15</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor &gt; His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> David Cornell, Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142201.msg6590208#msg6590208">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 14-07-2012, 22:09:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Hello, Mr. Adams, I will make this easier to single her out, and then once she is found we can then proceed with business. A deal that I am sure you will find beneficial to both parties involved. So you need to find a girl whose mother is Monique LeBon. I am sure all you will have to do is ask them and surely if she is there then she will respond if not then I shall still pay you for your trouble. I will be by tomorrow morning to see if you have found her. Have a good day Mr. Adams. I shall see you tomorrow morning."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ryuuji's blood nearly ran cold as the man on the phone provided him with the name of the slave's mother. The reason was simple enough, out of the five girls papers on his desk, only one of them had the surname "LeBlon" and that was the problem. Once the man on the other side ended the call, he grabbed the paper of one "Tillie LeBlon" and held the urge to tear the paper into confetti as he curse under his breath as if asking where the hell did his luck from earlier before he left his office the second time went to as thought to himself, <em>'Fuck me.... It just had to be her, isn't it?'</em> He sighed in trepidation as he put the paper back on the table and leaned back against his seat, <em>'Kaelyn Richelieu won't be happy when she knows about this....'</em><br><br>He closed his eyes for a few minutes when the intercom on his desk resounds again for the third time that day. For once Ryuuji seemed to hesitate to answer it before he finally steeled himself and pressed the button. Like the previous two times, a slave girl informed him that a man requested for his presence at the ground floor. He turned to look at his monitor and sees a man with a girl who looked to be his slave seem to be talking with one of the slave in display. His eyebrows knitted as he looked closer to the monitor before his eyes widen as he finally answered the girl in the intercom, "I'll be there."<br><br>He walked out of his office and made his way down to the ground floor. While inside the elevator, Ryuuji seem to think ruefully to himself, <em>'Rayn Assad... just when I sent Tuchamba to contact him.... It is probably just me but lots of familiar people seem to come in to the store today....'</em> Once the elevator door opened for him, he stepped out of it with thought to himself, <em>'Well, lets see if third time really is the charm....'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 00:50:03</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NonamiKitigani_Avatar01.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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Callie Shaw, Rosalie Assad<br><br>It disgusted Nonami the way the man's slave clung to him like she was destined to serve him, she hated the way women were degraded by men in modern society. Her parents had always taught her of a time long past when a woman's thoughts and words were as valued as a man's, but not now. Anymore women were property, possessions, playthings or objects to be used by freepersons, and especially men. The modern world disgusted the young woman. It was this world that had come to leave Nonami with nothing to look forward to, nothing but a life of enslavement and subservience.<br><br>Nonami held her feelings inside however and did not allow them to play across her facial expressions. She did her best to remain as passive as possible, she had learned she had too, in order to avoid more of the degrading training by the BFA. She could only hope she would not be purchased by a Master who was not too cruel. She had been lucky in that respect at least, she was instead used as some scantily clad show girl.<br><br>Work was not too difficult, she had come to accept that men would gawk and stare, it wasn't the worst indignity she had to endure, but she had come to do so quietly. Today she was more stressed than usual however, it took more of an effort to keep her feelings in check. She couldn't explain why and find any reason she was more stressed, but she was, perhaps she hadn't slept well or it was something she ate. Whatever the reason when the customer commanded impatiently as if she were some kind of irresponsible child she couldn't take it any longer, she blew her top. <strong>"Chop-Chop! Chop-Chop!" she mockingly imitated the man "Why don't you be a real man and treat me with some respect the way a woman deserves to be treated you misogynistic son of a bitch!" her voice raised as she reached the end "Shopping list indeed" she added in afterthought fashion as she turned to leave her head and shoulders crouched angrily.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 02:57:42</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>Emperium slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw. Nonami Kitigani. Ryuuji Adam.<br><hr><br>Rayn had not been talked to like that in years, not since he was some young urchin on the streets of Cairo. Let alone to be spoken to like that by a slave... By some plaything. He balled his fists in rage, hearing the gasps from the other girls around the store. As she turned to walk away Rayn grabbed the girl by her long hair and span her round, connecting the palm of his hand as he did so with her cheek. The sickening crack from the slap echoed throughout the store, hitting her with such force as to knock over the already unbalanced girl. <strong>"How dare you talk to your better like that!"</strong> <br><br>He saw Ryuuji approaching; having heard the outburst, and Rayn strike her, he turned to him. <strong>"Ryuuji, I thought you bought your whores from better sources, where did you get this slut."</strong> He wanted to slap her again, to make her pay for such an insult. Pain was often the most direct way to make them learn their lesson, although he knew humiliation worked even better, a plan brewing for the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 03:23:45</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Ryuuji Adam, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitigani<br><br>She nuzzled affectionately as she was normally allowed, still reeling from the orgasm. She felt a flush to her cheeks when she saw Callie's eyes on her, the slightly aroused glint in those eyes. She smiled a little at her, looking forward to the possibilities that might be explored between them later that night. But before she could do much else, she heard the rude words of one of the Emperium's shop girls directed at her beloved Rayn. She couldn't help but turn her head and look at the girl in complete shock. <em>H...how dare she!?</em>, she thought, <em>That vile little bitch! How dare she talk about my daddy that way!!!!</em>. It was infuriating. Rayn was nothing short of a perfect master. <br><br>Rosalie's blood boiled, she felt her knees beginning to move as she was about to rise, letting that bitch have what was coming, until she heard the very pronounced <em>smack!!</em> followed by the sound of Rayn's angered voice as the stupid bitch hit the floor. <em>Serves her right...</em>, she thought, calming herself as her arms went around Rayn's leg. <strong>"That slut is not worth daddy's time."</strong>, she said, looking up so her eyes met his. <strong>"May Rosalie offer herself to help daddy to relax and be more comfortable?"</strong>, she offered, turning so that she could put her still sensitive sex against his leg, her breasts on either side of his thigh as she knelt there, looking up at him lovingly and only hoping that he would be soothed. Though he would see in her eyes her anger at the girl for speaking to him that way and how she wanted to strike her as well but knew her daddy was strong and could handle things quite well as just witnessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 07:02:33</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor &gt; His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw<br><br>Ryuuji was walking closer and just split seconds away in greeting the middle eastern-ish man when he heard the store slave's words to one that he considered a fairly close acquaintance. The slave obviously didn't know that he was present behind he. His eyes widened and all his greeting stopped cold on his throat as for a second he seemed to froze on the spot. Then his eyes narrowed he raised the tempo of his steps as he saw Rayn slapped the slave across the cheek with enough force to knock her down. Without wasting anymore time, he approached the fallen slave first and dragged her up by her hair forcefully with one hand before backhanding the girl once again on her other cheek with the other hand with enough force to make her fall to the granite floor for the second. The anger in his eyes were there for everyone to see as he crouched next to the slave and pulled he head back by the hair once again and growled menacingly to the downed girl, <strong>"You fucking slut!! What the fuck are you saying to the customer?!! Are you trying to run me down or something?!! Apologize NOW!!"</strong><br><br>Ryuuji stood up and turned to Rayn, <strong>"I'm sorry, Rayn. It seemed that the slut isn't as broken as I thought she was when I bought her from BAF and for that, I apologise. I promise you that I will deal personally with her later." </strong>He took a deep breath as his expression soften back to neutrality before continuing, <strong>"Its been so long since we see each other, what can I help you with today?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 22:20:44</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-1035smallface.jpg)<br>Location: Emperium salesfloor<br>Company: Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Callie Shaw, Ryuuji Adam<br><br>Nonami didn't get very far before the man grabbed her by the hair and yelled in her face. She was about to issue a retort when he slapped her hard on the face leaving her to fall to the floor in a very painful crash. Part of her thought she might be making a mistake, but she was still too angry to pay it any mind. She looked back up at him in defiance and was about to ridicule his manhood again, but she was reeled up onto her feet again, this time by her Master and again slapped to the floor. She didn't need to see the look on his face to know he was furious at her and it finally struck her just how much she would soon regret her behavior. Still for stubborn pride she refused to apologize to this asshole. <strong>"I'm a person! You can't treat me this way!"</strong> she said with a slight waver creeping into her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 02:23:58</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw. Nonami Kitigani. Ryuuji Adam.<br><hr><br>Rayn clenched his fist again as the girl hit the floor, but felt Rosalie cling to his leg again and looked down, her soft smile and sweet words calming him. He saw the hatred for the girl in her eyes but even now her soothing words urged him from more violence. He felt the warmth between her legs press against him and he gently stroked her head. Ryuuji struck the girl for himself once he arrived, but still he continued to protest. Rayn sighed. <strong>"Strike that tiresome whore again Ryuuji."</strong> He looked down disgusted at the girl. <strong>"I would have thought you would have learnt not to trust the government to provide something of quality. Private, private, private my friend.</strong> He looked down on the girl, considering for a moment, then back down at Rosalie. <strong>"I want her."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 21:22:06</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Ryuuji Adam, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagani<br><br>Rosalie was happy that she'd managed to bring him pleasure and help cool his temper when she saw his hand move and gently stroke her hair. She knew he could read what she held in those gorgeous blue eyes, but he'd taught her well. But she was surprised when he looked suddenly between her and the wretched girl and announced he would buy her. She felt herself curious when he looked back at her, catching a slight smile on his face. She could only guess at what he was planning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 01:58:54</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor &gt; His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw<br><br>Ryuuji growled as he moved back next to the fallen slave and grabbed her once again by her hair as he spoke in cold voice, <strong>"I don't give a crap even if you are reincarnation of Amaterasu herself. When you are down here, you are a slave and as a slave, you play with my rule and nothing else until someone buy you off my hand!! Understand?!!"</strong> He had chosen the specific goddess partly because he knew that the slave was no doubt familiar with it due to her heritage and he knew that the insult would drive the idea home. As if to emphasize the threat, he grabbed the slave's nipples through her shirt and gave it a rough twist for a few minutes before releasing it.<br><br>Finally he stood up and faced Assad once again with a sigh, <strong>"As much as I agree with you, Assad. You know that such decision wasn't on my hand, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation at the first place since you'd be damn near the top of the list."</strong> He raised his eyebrow slightly when the morrocan told him that he wish to purchase the slave, <strong>"Pardon me for asking, but... you sure you want her? I mean, I'm planning to put her under severe punishment as it stands and I can't really recommend her as a purchase at her current condition. I had half a mind to send her back to BAF for re-training and this time for the full course to put her in her place."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 22:20:42</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-1035smallface.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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad and Ryuji Adam<br><br>When her Master turned back to her again Nonami felt genuinely frightened, she tried to back away as best she could with her body sore from being struck to the floor not once, but twice. Her efforts were in vain however as her hair was pulled roughly for the third time. A fresh burst of rage coursed through her as this disgusting man and his insults to her herritage, he may look Japanese but he's not worth mentioning as an Otoko no Hito at all. She opened her mouth to offer him an insult in her native tongue, but was cut off as her pinched and twisted her nipple hard. She tried to push him away, but he was to strong and tears soon flowed down her face.<br><br>When he let go she lied on the floor silently in pain to avoid any more punishment that she knew would come now or later. It was inevitable now that she would recieve some form of punishment so she opted to be quiet in hopes she would incur no more of her Masters wrath today. She still offered no apologies to the men who deserved none however.<br><br>Then the misogynist suggested buying her. Her passive expression turned to fearful wide eyes at the thought of being owned by this man. Everything she had felt before was turned into a sense of urgency to avoid being purchased by this man, she felt her heart beating loud and heavy in her chest. She knew she would do anything to avoid this man buying her, anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 19:52:48</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw. Nonami Kitigani. Ryuuji Adam.<br><hr><br>Rayn considered Ryuuji's words for a moment. She certainly was broken property, but looking down on the shaking girl he smiled sadistically. It has been so long since he had been given a challenge. <strong>"How about this. Sell her to me, I'll break her. If you want her you can buy her back, I'm sure she would make a pretty ornament on one of those pedestals, don't you? Or I'll find another buyer. If she appears untrainable I'll drop her back to the BFA." </strong> He put a well shined shoe heel to her cheek, pushing her head down to the floor. <strong>"I'll make the pretty girl learn her place. You can't be considering her for putting back on the shop floor, you're lucky we're friends Ryuuji."</strong> He trod down harder. <strong>"Anyone else would have stormed out, or demanded compensation. I'm sure that outburst will be reflected in her price. Naturally."</strong><br><br>He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he would need to deal with that soon. He waved a hand up to the pedestal next to him. <strong>"The red-head, I want her as well, What will the total be?"</strong> He bent down and took hold of the disobedient slaves hair, whispering to her. <strong>"Bad move little one."</strong><br><br><strong>"What do you say? Shall we go to your office Ryuuji, I'll take this one."</strong> He yanked the girl up to her knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 23:48:35</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-1035smallface.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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad and Ryuji Adam<br><br>She didn't need her owner to say anything in order to know she didn't want to be sold to this man. She imagined all sorts of horrible things this man may do to her, she definitely preferred her owner, the devil she knew, to this man, the devil she didn't. She looked at the pedestal he had referred to and could only imagine the horrible things he would do to her to make her stay there, she swallowed visibly at the thought.<br><br>Her fear grew to terror as the man pressed his boot against her cheek pinning her head between his foot and the floor. Paralyzed by fear she was unable to muster the willpower to move. She stuttered <strong>"Please stop!, please I'm so sorry please let me go!"</strong>. Fearful tears began to flow down her face.<br><br>The man ignored her pleas instead leaning down next to her yanking her up by her hair. Nonami only just supported her own weight on her knees, relieving the pressure from her hair being pulled only partway. She breathed in small short gasps indicating outwardly her fright at her situation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 12:26:32</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - Ground Floor &gt; His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw, Mizuki Adam<br><br>To he honest, Ryuuji wasn't completely sure about the offer given by the morrocan man, part of him recognized that the offer was rather tempting. Sure, he would have to sell the slave for way lower then her DMV but on the other hand, he would be saving himself the time and trouble of re-training her. Moreover, he wasn't exactly big on the idea of placing even a modicum of fate of his business on Rayn, he had known the morrocan close enough to know that the man could be quite shrewd if he wanted to be. <br><br>He looked down on the female slave for a few minutes as she quite literally screamed her apology though as the current situation, he knew it was more out of desperation than genuine apology. It was obvious to him that the girl had finally got a look on how people other than himself would have treated her: uncaring and definitely unforgiving. Partly though, he knew he was also to blame of her subordination, it seem that the woman was of the mind that just because he treated her better than others would, she had assumed that everyone would be the same, a mistake that would cost her dearly by the looks of it. It was a few minutes later when he finally came to a decision as he turned back to Rayn, <strong>"Very well, I agree to your condition."</strong> He looked around and saw that some people were looking at them before continuing, <strong>"We are apparently making quite a scene. Lets go to my office to discuss further about this matter."</strong><br><br>He walked up to the red head and unlocked her from the pedestal before calling another store slave to bring him another leash for the rebellious slave. He knew better than to hold the ex-Japanese with one hand, the risk of her trying to escape was just not feasible, instead he handed the new store slave with the leash for the red head while he grabbed the leash of the other to make sure that she wouldn't be escaping anytime soon. He turned to Assad and spoke to him as he led the party to the lift, <strong>"Lets go. I think... I might have a business opportunity for you too."</strong><br><br>A few minutes later, the party had arrived in his office and he moved to grab the red head's leash before calling up to his own slave while lifting the leash of the rebel, <strong>"Mizuki, I need you to hold this one down while Assad and me talk. Don't ever let her go."</strong> He knew that his blonde new pet would be able to handle the slave in the event that she tried to escape. Part of their growing up was learning how to defend themselves, including lesson in basic martial art like Judo or Jiujitsu, both are useful for incapacitating rebellious slaves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 00:46:43</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Rosalie Assad. Callie Shaw. Nonami Kitigani. Ryuuji Adam.<br><hr><br>Rayn nodded to Ryuuji, sliding his boot off of Nonami's head. <strong>"A slight scene yes."</strong> He gave the girl to him, letting him carry the leash as he took waved for Rosalie to follow him, knowing she would already be at his side. He walked to his office, already knowing the way, having been to discuss business with him a hundred times before. He slid his phone from his pocket at they walked. <em>Linda... She's back in town. I wonder what she could want.</em> He didn't have time to check the message, sitting in the seat across from Ryuuji's desk <strong>You said something about a business opportunity? </strong>He asked intrigued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 00:37:59</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-1035smallface.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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Ryuji Adam and Mizuki Adam<br><br>Nonami gasped for breath when he let his foot up off of her, the sense of relief felt as if she were coming up for air from being held at the bottom of a swimming pool. Her respite was only brief however as her owner agreed to sell her to this man. Still recovering from her ordeal she simply followed on the leash her owner lead her by. Walking with her head bowed and her eyes turned to the floor not wanting to incur any more punishment while the men had their eyes on her.<br><br>In her owners office he handed the leash to a blonde slave he called Mizuki, she examined the blonde girl for a moment considering her options. The slave gave her a firm look of disapproval, obviously a subjugated woman, but she didn't look very strong either. Nonami realized this may be her only best opportunity to escape and try to find a way back home. She certainly had no reason to stay, there was no telling what that man might do to her if she went with him, or if she would survive.<br><br>Nonami released the leash from her collar and gave the blonde a push while turning on her heels to break for the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 01:44:46</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Ryuuji Adam, Callie Shaw, Nonami Kitagni<br><br>Rosalie was happy she'd calmed her daddy. She'd seen the flare of anger in his eyes, and she knew what he was capable of. The one time he'd had to punish her in the past told her of that, and reminded her how lucky she was to have him as her protector and lover. She nuzzled him as his fingers ran through her hair as he and Mr. Ryuuji put the girl in her place, and then opted to discuss their business in a more private place. Obediently, she rose to her feet and followed behind keeping her head down and staying silent, though she wanted nothing more than to slap that insipid girl who'd so upset her daddy. <br><br>And her chance would come when all of a sudden as the girl suddenly broke free as the leash was being handed to another slave and began a mad dash for the door. That was it, Rosalie had had enough. She turned and immediately dove into the girl's side, knocking her to the floor and pinning her as she'd seen her daddy use in the past if a slave was being belligerent. "You ungrateful fucking slut!!" she hissed. "How dare you be so disrespectful to your new Master!?".&nbsp; She lifted Nonami's head up by her hair, and forced her head in Rayn's direction. "Apologize at once bitch!!" she growled. Rosalie had never acted in such a way, but she would absolutely not tolerate anyone disrespecting her daddy. No one. Even if it meant she might be disciplined later she would rather risk it than have someone talk to him in such a way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MelisaArtemis</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 09:08:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/MizukiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mizuki Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium, Ryuuji Adam's Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, and Callie Shaw<br><br>Mizuki was barely a second late to grab the apparently disobedient slave's leash properly when she suddenly got pushed down by the same slave as she tried to made a break for her freedom, only to be brought down by an unfamiliar slave who growled at the escapee. She had to hand it to the girl for reacting so fast as she approached the two, she nodded to the latin-ish slave with a small smile on her lips to convey her thanks before turning to the escapee. Her usually lively and warm eyes turned cold as she bend down to the downed girl and spoke to her in low but hushed fluent japanese, <strong>"You attempt that again.... I will make sure to put your arms and legs out of their joints using the most painful method in my arsenal that you won't even be able to scream."</strong> As if to prove that it wasn't an empty threat, she gripped one of the girls's right hand finger between two of her and applied a pressure right on the joint, forcing the finger to slowly but surely bend toward unnatural angle but stopped right before she would irreparably broken it.<br><br>Mizuki grabbed the discarded leash and applied it once again to the rebel's collar and this time made sure to grab it properly. She then turned to the other slave and her kind smile returns again as she spoke in sweet melodic voice, <strong>"Thank you for your assistance. Do you mind if I take it from here?"</strong> She then turned her head to look over her shoulder and whispered to the girl, <strong>"Don't worry, I don't think he would be angry at you for this. I will make sure to ask my master to ask yours to reward you instead."</strong> As if to emphasize her point, she give the girl a small quick peck on the cheek. She then turned back to look at her master, and met his eyes, an action that had it been anyone else would have been a punishable offense but she knew her master wouldn't mind. During the brief exchange of glances, as if by telepathy, she sent the message to her master. She knew he would understand what she wanted to convey, such was the depth of her bond with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 11:38:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - His Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw, Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji had just been seated on one of the plush seat surrounding a tempered glass table on the right side of his office after taking out the DMVs for both the read head and the rebellious slave when the latter decided to made a break for her freedom, a rather foolish act by any measure in existence. Even if she hadn't been stopped by the two slaves belonging to himself and his client, the chance of her escaping was absolutely zero due to several reason: 1. his office is located at the top of the six stories tall building and the only way to get out is the lift at the end other end of the hallway or the emergency exit few meters outside of his office but the door was wired and alarmed in the event that if anyone open it, it would trigger the siren which would put his security guards down stair to high alert as they would watch anyone who stepped out of the building via the emergency route. Still he appreciated how his Rayn's slave had acted swiftly to catch the escapee though he guessed that the girl's action had been more of the implied disrespect against her master than anything else.<br><br>When his own slave threw a glance toward him, he already knew what she wanted to convey to him as he turned to Rayn, <strong>"That was a very good slave you got there, Assad. You've trained her well."</strong> He then leaned forward on his seat before continuing, <strong>"Had the situation been any different, I would trust the slave's DMVs but as in light of the recent incident, I have to express doubt on the accuracy of at least one of them."</strong> He paused for a few seconds before continuing again, <strong>"Instead, I would give you this deal: I'll sell you the red head for 20% off of her DMV and the other for half of it. I believe that is a quite fair deal considering all the trouble we caused you and your slave."</strong> He knew that with the discount he gave the morrocan man, it would pretty much put a strain to the overall sales of the day but right now, he would take anything he could out of the rebel. <br><br>After the deal regarding the slaves are done, he speaks again, <strong>"Now... about the business opportunity that I was talking about...."</strong> He looks at the man across him in the eyes for a few second before continuing, "I have... a client who expressed an interest on... exotic slaves, so to speak." he paused for a minute before continuing again, <strong>"As you would no doubt knew, the slaves available here in Monaco has rather... low in variety. So I wish to employ your service to look for slaves which might satisfy my client's preference."</strong> He leaned back on his seat before completing the business offer, <strong>"Of course, we don't expect you to do it for free. We are ready to pay your service for... 10 percent of the slave's price as finder's fee and additional 5 percent if the slave had been trained prior."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 00:27:48</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 slave section.<br><strong>With:</strong> Ryuuji Adam, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw, Mizuki Adam<br><hr><br>Rayn saw the Disobedient slave attempt to dive away from her handler. The girl from his previous meeting he assumed to be related to Ryuuji in some way. The resemblance was there, but he did not pry. Rayn spun in his chair as she bolted for the door. <strong>"Fuck!"</strong> He exclaimed in surprise, but the actions of Rosalie soon suprised him even further. Before he had even managed to get out of his chair she had pinned him to the ground, swearing like a sailor at the disobedient cunt. Rayn stood, walking over to the two brawling slaves pinning down Nonami. He struck his hand across the back of the escapee's cheek, before smiling to Rosalie. <strong>"Good girl. Daddy will give you a treat when you get home."</strong><br><br>He picked up his favoured pet once he was sure Nonami was secure, carrying her over to his seat, allowing her to cuddle up in his lap; a soft kiss on her forehead the only mark she needed to know how well she had acted. <strong>"Apologise for the un-lady like language to Mr Adam pet."</strong> Once she had finished Rayn listened carefully to Ryuuji's business proposition, gently stroking Rosalie's hair as he did so. With 20% off the red-head's DMV and his regular 25% finders fee it would be a nice little profit for the days work. <strong>"Variety is the spice of life isn't it Mr Adam. You've got yourself a deal."</strong> He shook hands with Ryuuji across the desk. <strong>"Can one of your men deliver the red head to the marina this evening. I've come with a two seater car, but i think the disobedient cunt can take a ride in the trunk."</strong><br><br>Once Rayn had finished the meeting he left the emperium, checking his text messages... <em>Linda... Looks like she's back in town.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 01:45:09</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Ryuuji Adam, Callie Shaw, Mizuki Adam, Nonami Kitigani<br><br>Rosalie looked towards Mizuki, and nodded once she was certain that everything would be ok. Her heart was racing. "It was Rosalie's pleasure to help." she nodded, "And thank you, Rosalie is grateful for your kind thoughts." she said, her voice down to match Mizuki's quieter tone. She watched as Mizuki and another slave very thoroughly restrained as she saw her Master approaching. The resounding smack across the ungrateful cunt's cheek sounded like victory in Rosalie's mind, and she smiled happily up at her Master. "Rosalie is glad she has pleased you and has made you happy"<br><br>She smiled and snuggled against him as allowed in a public setting as he carried her and permitted her to cuddle against him. She sighed contentedly as she felt his soft lips press against her forehead as she nuzzled against him in adoration. She was excited about her reward, but she hadn't done what she'd done for a reward. She couldn't stand anyone being so disobedient when Rayn was only ever a tender and merciful Master who was fair in his judgements and punishments.<br><br>With an obedient nod Rosalie turned in his lap to face Ryuuji. She looked down and bowed her head respectfully. "Rosalie wishes to ask your forgiveness for her unbecoming language Master Adam. She hopes you will not be displeased with her as she most humbly apologizes." Rosalie kept her head down, until she heard from Ryuuji's lips that she was forgiven. When she was forgiven she smiled and again bowed her head graciously, and returned to snuggling in her beloved Master's lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Missy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 00:47:34</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z322/Apprentice_Soul/females/Sugihara%20Anri/Anri-Sugihara-1035smallface.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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad and Ryuji Adam<br><br>Nonami didn't even get out of the door before she was brought to the ground and someone was on top of her. When she saw it was another of the slavegirls and not the awful man she momentarily relaxed from her defense instinct, not wanting to hurt one of her fellow victims. After being berated by the other slavegirl Nonami replied with <strong>"Stop it! This is wro-"</strong> she wasn't able to finish her sentence before the other blonde slave whispered a threat into her ear in her native language, she swallowed believing the girl could do it.<br><br>The rest of the display disgusted her as the men haggled over her cost and of the redhaired slave. Nonami felt a shiver pass down her spine when the transaction was complete, there was no way to escape now, but she couldn't go anywhere with this man, she promised herself she would find an opportunity. A heavy weight of dismay fell over her heart when her new owner suggested she ride in the trunk, still she dare not try to escape with the blonde nearby to subdue her.<br><br>Nonami waited quietly and in disgust of the world she was trapped within. <em>I must escape</em> she thought <em>I will find a way</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 14:04:21</strong>
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				<em>Doing this post while bored at work on my tab, as such no header as i can't copy paste. I'll edit in later.</em><br><br>Rayn stood up, walking over to Nonami. Gripping a tight fist of her hair, locking his arm straight to keep her forced low on her knees. He wasn't what you would describe as a tall man, being of average height he gave her little room to lift her head. As he walked with her the arm holding her hair swung gently, not any more exaggerated than a normal walk, but it was enough to painfully yank her head forward every other step. He disliked using such a negative reinforcement technique on girls, it tended to turn them mindless and fearful, rather than eager to please as his Rosalie was; but this girl had to first be broken before she could be rebuilt. <br><br>At every complaint, protest or whine she made through the store Rayn would stop to beat her again until she was silent, she soon learnt the idea. Every time he was forced to stop he was sure to pet Rosalie first, he did not need her seeing him as a monster. He had purposely kept her separated from the training of unruly merchandise up until this point, not wanting to reveal his harsher nature. He dragged the girl out to the car. Popping the trunk. "Get in cunt." He spoke sternly to her, almost spitting the last word in disgust. It was her first test of obedience, if she failed him, he would simply force her inside anyway. <br><br>Once she had crawled into the tiny space he slammed the boot lid with a heavy clunk, "daddy needs to send a message. Get in the car princess." He smiled to Rosalie, sending her away before pulling out his phone, sending a&nbsp; reply to Linda. <em> great to see you're back in town Linda, we must meet for a drink. Although I think your probably here on business I assume? </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 07:22:21</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - His Office then Ground Floor and finally outside of the store (Going to the City).<br><strong>With:</strong> Rayn Assad, Rosalie Assad, Nonami Kitigani, Callie Shaw, Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji nodded at his client's request to deliver the red head to the marina, even assured the morrocan that he would personally ensure that the delivery would be processed in time. He waved the man's slave's apology casually to show that there was no harm done and as far as he was concerned, the only one in the room who needed to apologize was the rebellious slave who obviously didn't think that she had done anything wrong. Part of him wanted to shake his head in exasperation at the slave's action but he holds the urge down as he thought to himself, <em>'Well, she would be regretting her action soon enough.'</em> he knew from his previous dealings with Assad that despite his stern look, the man was actually softer than he looked and in that way, both of them had a little something in common. Moreover, he was also aware of the main difference between them in their treatment to their slaves, the middle eastern man obviously much light handed than himself when it comes to punishing disobedient slaves.<br><br>The rest of the two discussion went rather well and it didn't took long for the deal to finalize as he processed the man's payment and handed him the proof of purchase for both slaves before allowing the man to exit his office leaving only the red head behind. He took a glace to the clock hanging on the wall across him and saw that without his knowledge it had been well past the afternoon, barely a few hours before his store would close for the day even, as he thought to himself, <em>'No wonder I feel hungry, I had entirely missed lunch due to everything that happened today.... Guess this is as good time as any to have one anyway.'</em> He turned to his personal slave who had took hold of the red head's leash to ensure that she wouldn't made the same mistake as before with Kitigani, although she didn't show it, he knew that she must be as hungry as he was.&nbsp; Thus, he stood up and motioned the blonde to follow him along with the the red head as he led them to the lift to get them to the ground floor.<br><br>Once the party reached the ground floor, he grabbed the red head's leash from his blonde slave before telling her to wait at the front receptionist while he took the red head to the loading dock. This time however, instead of looking for Xavier, he grab hold of a much taller man than himself who was sitting behind a simple wooden desk. The said man was one of the person that he had employed personally due to his previous work as pizza delivery boy and from his personal experience knew that the guy has boast rather stellar reputation at his previous job of NEVER being late in delivering the goods in perfect condition. He spoke to the guy as he handed the leash holding the red head, <strong>"Adrian, I need you to deliver this one to the Marina in 1 hour, look for Rayn Assad. Do NOT be late."</strong> He had purposely stress out the "Not" part to impart the idea that time was of the essence although he knew that the young man had never failed him at the first place but he had learned that a little pressure always generate better result. After a quick affirmative from the taller man, Ryuuji left the loading dock back to the main store.<br><br>Without hesitation, he walked up to the receptionist and spoke to the girl on the desk, <strong>"I'll be out for lunch for a while, do NOT call me unless its emergency."</strong> Without waiting for answer, he walked pass his slave through the front door, knowing that the blonde would follow him anyway. Once outside, he began to ponder where to get his lunch from, he was aware that there were quite a selection or fast foods at the food court located at the underground level of his own store but he felt like eating outside instead if anything to allow himself to relax for a while after the incidents happening in the store today. He turned to his blonde slave and asked her, a rather unusual act in common master/slave relationship, <strong>"So, why don't you pick where should we have lunch at?"</strong><br><br>[Moving to Monaco City Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 23:16:39</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 Emperium<br><strong>With:</strong> Leaving with Rayn Assad and Nonami Kitigani<br><br>Rosalie smiled again, grateful she'd not upset her Master's friend and fellow businessman. She simply snuggled against Rayn, happy she'd pleased him so but still feeling guilty for her language. She wasn't one to have such a foul mouth but the stupid cunt had upset her so much...it was just not right. Rayn was a good master, her daddy, and she would never hear such things uttered about him again. She slid off his lap when he moved over to grab the disobedient girl, holding her in a way that would bring pain but not so much as to damage her.<br><br>She bowed respectfully to Ryuuji, and looked towards the redhead. She felt a bit of a flush, wondering if she and daddy would enjoy her later. But she followed behind, obediently walking slightly behind Rayn and keeping her eye on the slut in case she should try to escape again. She so wanted to strike her but she'd acted out enough for the day. Fortunately, she'd been rewarded rather than punished but that was simply due to circumstances.<br><br>"Yes daddy." she smiled and slid into the car waiting patiently. She saw Rayn sending a message, assuming it to be one of his clients or another business associate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Salesroom "Emperium"]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackLightning</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 06:01:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Emperium - His office<br><strong>With:</strong> Mizuki Adam<br><br>Ryuuji entered through his office door with his slave following slightly behind and immediately sat back on his chair. The talk with Phillipe was refreshing and educational at the same time, just like how his interaction with the older man always were and just the way he liked it. The moment he walked through the front door of the office, he had inquired with the receptionist for any message and came back with none which was good news for him, another inquiry with Adrian regarding the delivery of the red head also came back with favorable answer and for that he was grateful though he wouldn't ever show that to the delivery guy. Finally, the message from the wine department floor manager also told him that the wine ordered by the blonde lady from before had also been completed including the additional bottle of Romane Conti. All in all, the works that he had assigned before his late lunch had been completed. That unfortunately didn't mean that his work was done for the day as the stack of paperwork sitting on his table showed. Truth to be told, if there was one thing that he absolutely abhor when it comes to work, it was paperwork but as far as he could tell, the only work that didn't come with any paperwork was that of the dark side of community and that was one place that he would loathe to be part of, at least not if it was not absolutely necessary.<br><br>He looked to the side and saw that his slave was at his side like she always was and if he had it his way, always would. He reached out to pet her again just as how he did at the restaurant and a miniscule smile appeared on his lips as not for the first time he reveled in the soft feeling the blonde's hair. He always did love the way her hair felt, in fact, in his opinion, her hair was one of the softest thing he had ever felt with his finger even softer than silk of the highest quality. As he pat his blonde pet, his eyes traveled down to the girl's breast as he felt the urge to grab those beautiful mounts but instead he held himself back as he thought to himself, <em>'Later.... Later....'</em> Feeling satisfied at least for the moment, he grabbed the first paper form the stack and his fountain pen as he read through it and signed it before putting it into one of the folder and grabbed the next one and repeated it over and over.<br><br>It wasn't until two hours later that the half asian finally managed to finish more than three-quarter of the entire stack, thankfully with minimum interference though he assumed that it was probably mostly due to the time. Afterall, most shops closes at 6 PM in monaco, several even earlier than that. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall and noted that it was time for his own store to close for the day too. He gathered the remaining paperwork and stored them into one of the drawer in his table which he keep for paperworks that still need to be finished the next day. Thankfully, so far he never once had to push any of the paperwork inside for longer than a day and he sure as hell wouldn't start to anytime soon. Once he put the paperworks in, he locked the drawers and stood up. He looked at his pet and nodded to signal that it was time for them to leave before walking toward the door to start his store closing routine including collecting the moneys from each floors along with the sale list, getting all slaves back to their cell and provides them with their grub, turning off all the electricity and finally, turning on the alarm before he could made his way to his car to get home.<br><br>[Moving to the apartment thread]
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